#i've never tried to make s'mores in a fireplace

[paceprompting]

by firelight

written for ‘fireplace’ and ‘cabin’ wc: 991 # | steddie | rated: m | cw: no archive warnings apply | tags: established relationship, winter cabin getaway, implied sexual content, soft romance

@steddieholidaydrabbles @steddiemas

“Aren’t these more of a Halloween thing? Or summer camp?” Steve asked, settling down on the rug with a soft grunt.

Eddie, braced on his hands and knees, poked at the logs starting to catch with a fire poker. He only had a vague idea of setting a fire—just enough to know to get a starter log and use crumbled paper to light it with. Or maybe he was about to burn down their rental cabin in a blaze of well-meant idiocy.

He backed off before any of that happened, clapping his hands to get the residual wood grain off his hands.

“Hey, not all of us got to spend two weeks goofing off in the woods, singing kumbaya,” he said, cocking his head in Steve’s direction, curls falling over his shoulder.

Steve raised his brow, leaned back on both hands with his legs outstretched. “The only time I was at camp, I was a lifeguard.”

Eddie hummed, dragging his eyes along Steve’s chest, picturing the familiar sight of Steve’s bare chest—except this time sun-tanned and dripping wet as he climbed out of a lake in tiny red shorts.

“Guess I did miss out,” he said.

Steve smirked, because you could take the jock of the court, but not so much the ego out of the jock. And Eddie did plenty to inflate his…ego.

“Weren’t you in the middle of something that’s probably going to cost us our deposit?”

Oh, how Steve could ruin Eddie’s ill-advised plans. Wasn’t usually with another ill-advised plan, though.

“I suppose you can have dessert first,” Eddie said with a drawn-about sigh.

Neither of them believed him; not with the bright grin on his face on he shifted on his knees and pulled over a tray from the kitchen, loaded with supplies.

Graham crackers, chocolate bars, and marshmallows.

Perfect for romance by firelight.

Whatever Eddie had done, the crackling flames had enveloped the logs within the polished dark wood fireplace, emanating warmth and flickering orange light. Eddie glanced at Steve to see it dance across the line of his jaw and reflecting off the soft brown of his eyes. Making them almost hazel.

Steve nabbed a marshmallow as soon as they were in reach, popping it in his mouth and chewing with puffed out cheeks. Eddie faux-scowled, skewering two other marshmallows. Steve winked, and damn it how gone Eddie was for him that he blushed because of it.

He offered one skewer to Steve, who went about pushing it down further while Eddie stuck his right into the fire.

“You do this often?” Steve asked as he shuffled to Eddie’s side and hovered his marshmallow just above the top of the flames.

“Never,” Eddie replied happily, as he brought his marshmallow out of the flames and abruptly blew it out. Charred. Perfect. “Usually do this in the microwave and watch them puff up.”

Steve hummed and leaned into Eddie. They stayed shoulder to shoulder while Eddie prepped his s’more and Steve carefully toasted. Steve finished by the time Eddie took his first bite, stretching out the gooey center as far as it would go.

He gathered the mess on his fingers to get the rest of it into his mouth, ignoring Steve’s chuckle. He did notice, however, that Steve merely ate the second marshmallow straight off the skewer.

“You’re supposed to add the chocolate and graham cracker,” he said, shoving the rest of his own into his mouth.

Steve just stared as Eddie swallowed.

“What?”

Steve waved toward himself. “C’mere.”

“Seriously, what?” Eddie nearly laughed just to ease his thrumming pulse.

Steve smiled and leaned forward on one hand.

“You have chocolate. Right here,” he said and then planted his lips onto Eddie’s.

His mouth was sticky and sweet, and Eddie opened eagerly when Steve swiped his tongue along his bottom lip. He placed both his hands on Steve’s jaw, knowing that he was leaving sticky fingerprints. Wasn’t worse than the hickies and other possessive marks he’d ever left on Steve.

“You do this for everyone?” he asked, mumbled against Steve’s mouth.

Steve hooked his hands underneath Eddie’s thighs and lifted him to straddle his lap. He nipped at Eddie’s bottom lip and rasped, “Save it for special occasions.”

Eddie slid his hand underneath Steve’s sweater, dark blue and handsome, but utterly in his way. He trailed his fingers up and up, dragging through Steve’s chest hair until he captured Eddie’s mouth again and his hand was pushed down between them.

Even better, anyway.

Steve gasped once he realized what Eddie was doing, flicking open the button of his jeans and wrangling the zipper down. It’d seemed like a good idea when he started, but Steve’s damn boxers and his own hips were in the way of what Eddie really wanted.

“You have to work with me here, big boy,” Eddie murmured, and Steve let him push him down onto his back, hair a fucking mess laid out on the rug. He panted while he watched Eddie yank down his clothes until he could slide his hand underneath his pesky layers.

Steve moaned at Eddie’s touch, pushing up with his elbows to drag a hand into Eddie’s curls and urge him into another kiss. They met in the middle, with Eddie half kneeling over him, slowly stroking Steve in time with the rocking of his hips.

“Ed—” Steve tried, but Eddie twisted his wrist and pulled out another gasp instead. He tugged at Eddie’s hair in retaliation. They both moaned at that, and heat not from the fire shot through Eddie’s spine.

“Not fair,” Eddie whined, speeding up his hand.

Steve pressed his face to Eddie’s throat, breath hot and wet on his skin. “Let me cum and I’ll repay you twice over.”

Steve had to be drawing close, to give Eddie that kind of ammunition.

“Only if you say please,” he teased.

Steve tugged hard on his grip in Eddie’s curls and hissed, “Please, Eddie.”

[birthdaysentiment]

thank you vanesa (@vataraxia) my beloved for tagging me! <333

pumpkin or apple (really don't understand the obsession about pumpkin) // cocoa or cider (love both and will gladly drink both) // halloween or thanksgiving (don't celebrate thanksgiving here but it looks nice!) // leaf piles or apple picking (imagine doing this on a foggy morning with the sunlight trying to come through the heavy clouds) // hay ride or corn maze (don't know what that is and i've never tried it) // wooly sweater or furry slippers (sweaters always and forever) // pumpkin carving or knitting (i sometime knitted when i was younger, idk it was calming. never carved a pumpkin though) // black cats or bat (not really a cat person, but rather that than a bat) // skeletons or witches (at least they have 'powers') // fake blood or fake spiders (neither... idk not my thing) // mashed potatoes or stuffing (thanks now i'm craving mashed potatoes) // orange or black (black all the way) // apple pie or maple donuts (i don't like donuts... they taste of nothing) // marshmallows or candy corn (don't really fancy any of them) // vampire or werewolf (makes me think of vampire!sander) // cozy nook or by the fireplace (both have their advantages) // spiced wine or craft beer (none i think) // candied apples or s'mores (idk never tried either of them and it sounds too sweet) // big scarf or oversized hoodie (hoodies always and forever)

i'm gonna tag: @annonymannonym @allforyoumylovely @foxsake5 @mirroroferisedx @onzeziggy @embeddedinmybrain @letisnotonfire @mrijzermans and anyone who wants to do it! also, feel free to ignore if you have done it or don’t feel like it <333

[graysonnightwing]

okay tagged by @thehollandroad 🥰

pumpkin or apple // cocoa or cider (cider for fall, cocoa for winter!) // halloween or thanksgiving // leaf piles or apple picking // hay ride or corn maze // wooly sweater or furry slippers // pumpkin carving or knitting (pumpkin carving makes me sick but i've never tried knitting haha) // squash or sweet potato // black cat or bat // skeletons or witches // fake blood or fake spiders // mashed potatoes or stuffing // orange or black // apple pie or maple donuts // marshmallows or candy corn // vampire or werewolf // fireplace or cozy nook // spiced wine or craft beer // candied apples or s'mores // big scarf or oversize hoodie

tagging whoever wants to do it!!

[getitinbusan]

Destination: Jungkook

A super soft wedding fic from the Golden Closet Universe and the companion piece to September 1st

mood board & playlist

Happy 24th birthday to the love of my life 💜 I wish I could give you more than words you'll never see.

Nerves always took over your stomach during landing. That,  coupled with the reason for the flight and you were an anxious mess.

The plane had begun its long slow descent, "You look kind of green are you okay?" Your best friend squeezed your hand. 

"It's just...usually Guk does this thing...he sings to me and rubs my neck when we land."

She looked at you and shook her head, "Yeah, I'm not gonna do that."  

You laughed, "I don't think you're taking your maid of honor duties very seriously." 

"Ughh, I can't believe you're getting married before me." She sighed, "It's not fair, Yoongi and I are the ones who introduced you. It should be us." 

You couldn't help the grin that formed on your lips. Sworn to secrecy, she had no idea you'd gone shopping with Yoongi, the ring had been in his pocket for weeks. "It'll be you soon babe, maybe this weekend will inspire him."     

Checking the key card you stopped at 303. Why you couldn't stay in the same room together was beyond you. 

The door was just about to click closed when his running footsteps echoed through the empty hallway. Strong arms wrapped around you and soft lips fell on yours. He did his trademark hum while he kissed you, his happy song for his happy place. 

"I can't believe how much I've missed you."

Pulling him closer you inhaled him in. He was the scent of home that had been lacking for the last four days.

His smile got bigger until his dimples finally showed up, "It's late are you tired?"  He tucked your hair behind your ear, "We've got a pretty big day tomorrow." 

"Can I just enjoy you alone for a few minutes?" 

"Is everything okay?" He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled you onto his lap. 

Nuzzling into his neck you curled into him. "It's so stupid." 

"Tell me," he rubbed circles on your back. 

"I'm happy and I love you so much but I'm terrified and nervous and I haven't been able to talk to you about it because you've been here planning the perfect wedding for me ... and I'm selfish because I just wanted you to hold me and tell me it was all going to be okay."

He sighed in relief, "Of course it's going to be okay," he gently laid a kiss on top of your head. "Don't you know every fairy tale ends with and they lived happily ever after?" 

You couldn't help but smile, Jungkook was such a hopeless romantic. "Why can't we stay in the same room tonight?" 

Changing the mood he tickled you while pulling you back into the bed, "Because it's bad luck, and it would ruin the surprise." 

"We live together, I've seen you naked a million times so unless you've been hiding something really well I don't think I'll be surprised."

Just being back in his arms draped you in a sense of calm. His loud heart beat accompanied by the rise and fall of his steady breath lulled you into a much needed sleep. 

Your eyes crept open and looked at the clock, only 11:43. Laying your head back down you looked at Jungkook snoring peacefully. As much as you longed to keep him here until morning you knew he was superstitious. Leaning in to wake him with a kiss he  smiled and pulled you back against his chest. 

"Hey sleepy head."

He groaned under you as you poked him.

"You'd better get out of my room Jungkook, it's almost midnight."

Sitting up he rubbed his eyes and checked the time, "Shit."

He grabbed your hands in his and walked to the door.

"I guess I'll see you in a few hours?" 

Wrapping your arms around him tightly you really didn't want to let him leave.

"Nothing to be nervous about. You've got a dress right?"

You nodded.

"Then all I need you to do is show up." He kissed your forehead and stepped into the hallway. 

"Jungkook" he turned back, "I'll see you soon." 

You were glad that from the moment your feet hit the floor there was a barrage of things to be done. Mimosa's with a massage, nails, hair, makeup. Jungkook had made sure you wanted for nothing. 

You had no idea what to expect, you'd heard vague phone calls and caught small glimpses when he was planning but he'd really kept you in the dark.

Jungkook loved surprises and to his credit he was tremendously good at them. He wanted you to have a perfect stress free wedding giving you only two tasks,

1. find a dress

2. show up and say I do

The door swung open and your best friend stood grinning from ear to ear. 

"I know I'm your maid of honor but I hate you so much right now," she pouted. "I don't know how anyone will ever top what Jungkook has done for you down there." 

You laughed and it felt good to break the tension. "You specifically mean Yoongi topping it for you? Don't worry he already asked for my help."

Her jaw almost hit the floor. 

"Shit, damnit, I didn't say that! Don't tell him you know, he'll kill me!" 

Dancing around the room she squealed in happiness. "Would you be mad if I asked Jungkook to plan it?" 

"Is it that good? Is he already down there, did you see him?"

She nodded, "Everything is amazing, and he's so happy and he looks so handsome" 

You exhaled deeply, "I guess there's only one thing left to do."

She threw open the door, "Let's go get you married!" 

Sunset in Jeju, there wasn't a more perfect time or place.

Wooden boards lay across the sand leading to the exact spot Jungkook had proposed. There, up the row of candles under the fairy light arch stood the man who would be your husband.

Nothing but him existed beyond that. All you could see was his handsome face and small nervous smile, his hands wringing together to keep from fidgeting and  the reddening of his ears as you got closer. 

Surrendering the bouquet you had to touch him, you needed his hands in yours. Steady and firm, together you grounded each other. 

"Y/N,  People think our story started on a rain soaked camping trip. I don't believe that's true, that's just where it got good. Our story began in the stars,  It's the only possible way to explain how much I already knew I loved you. I promise to fill your life with happiness, love, and blanket forts for as long as you'll let me. Y/N, I love you so much and can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you.

"Jungkook,  Not a day goes by that you don't make me fall in love with you a little more. Not a day that you don't make me laugh or that you make me feel loved, and from here on out there will not be a day that we'll be apart. I can't wait to see what our future holds, and I hope that 50 years from now our grown children will think we're crazy because we're still building forts in our living room.  All that matters in my life is that I get to love you. Jungkook, you'll always be my iron man and I love you 3000." The tears started but he managed a laugh at your private joke.

You swept his tears away with a brush of your thumbs and he kissed you. Husband and wife. 

Everyone was gone. The last goodbye was said and you made your way back to the reception area. 

You stopped to watch him. He was sitting by himself, a smile on his face staring up into the sky. Your husband was so beautiful.

Walking towards him you caught his eye and his face lit up like all the stars in heaven. You held out your hand, "One more dance?" 

He wrapped his arms around you and you swayed together under the night sky. Waves rolled in place of music and the moon shone a personal spotlight down on you.

"Today was perfect Jungkook"

"It's not over," he stopped to lay a sweet kiss on your lips before smiling and taking your hand. 

Walking through the sand he led you to the seaside suite and slid the door open.

"This is the part where I'm supposed to pick you up and carry you inside." 

You couldn't help but laugh, "Are you asking me or warning me?"

"Close your eyes"

"So warning me?"

"Please Y/N."

Sweeping you up he carried you into the room and set you down. 

"Open!"

There in front of you the entire room was draped in white sheets and hanging lights. The bed sat inside the biggest fort you'd ever seen.

In complete awe you turned to look at him, tears in your eyes yet smiling from ear to ear. He knew he did good.

"Jungkook this is amazing!" 

He was so excited to show off.

"And look," he pointed to the tray beside the fireplace. "We've got champagne and all the stuff to make S'mores."

He buzzed around the room pointing out all the little details. 

"Jungkook, you forgot one thing." 

His face fell as he tried to figure out what important thing he'd missed. 

"What did I forget?"

Walking towards him your hands ran down his crisp shirt and undid his belt. 

"The part where you're supposed to make love to your wife for the first time…" 

Waking up to walls of white sunlight while wrapped naked against your husband's warm body you'd never felt more content. His dark hair was wild against the pillow and you couldn't help but stare and wonder how you were chosen to be the luckiest person alive. 

Soft snores let you know he wasn't deep in his sleep and he easily woke when you kissed his swollen lips. 

"Hey," he smiled, "what time is it?" 

Pulling the sheets off it was exactly what you'd hoped to find. Despite the evening's satisfaction his cock stood firm, thick and ambitious. 

"More?" he questioned with a smile.

You nodded while straddling his hips. "Sorry, I guess this is your life now." 

He sat up to wrap his arms tightly around you as you took him in. Bare chests pressed together and the feeling of your hearts beating in unison.

He kissed his way up your neck,  "And what a great life it's going to be." 

[tortuga-aak]

I've lived in Brooklyn for 5 years — and these are my favorite places to eat

Speedy Romeo's/Facebook

I've lived — and eaten — in Brooklyn for the past five years. Five years in one borough has been just enough time to pinpoint my go-tos and, unfortunately, see some of my favorite restaurants shutter. By this point, I've had plenty of time to return, try new menu items, and see if they continually impress.

Ahead are the restaurants that I've gone to on multiple occasions — for after-work drinks, birthday dinners, and brunches — and they've never let me down. While all of my favorites are located in northern Brooklyn, it's no disrespect for the rest of the borough, which I'm now beginning to explore as part of phase two in my Brooklyn explorations.

My top picks are all also within a relatively low price range �� the highest is a pizza for $25. I suggest you split that with good friends.

Best burger: Blue Collar in Williamsburg

Blue Collar/Facebook

It's at Blue Collar where I first fell in love with peanut butter milkshakes. One of those, along with a cheeseburger, make for a perfect late-night snack after going out in Williamsburg. You won't find any frills at this place — it's just a simple burger and hot dog joint. Prices range from $3.25 to $7.25. 

Best pizza: Speedy Romeo's in Bed-Stuy

Speedy Romeo's/Facebook

Speedy Romeo's pizzas are prepped in a wood-fired Italian pizza oven and have the perfect crust consistency. Their signature pizza, The Speedy Romeo, is made of grilled dough, green tomatoes, house-made ricotta, basil, and lemon.

If you're a fan of s'mores, their "chocolate cake" dessert — made almost entirely of a massive, fire-branded marshmallow — is to die for. Prices range between $6 and $78.  

Best pasta: Eva Jean's in Bed-Stuy

Nichlas A. / Yelp

Eva Jean's interior doesn't feel like it should be in Brooklyn — its colorful decor, plants, and fireplace ring more West Coast to me, but Brooklynites seem to love it.

Since the menu changes seasonally at this farm-to-table restaurant, I've tried multiple dishes, including the chicken breast with rutabaga purée and Swiss chard, but I will never forget the cacio e pepe pasta dish I had there twice in 2015. Prices change seasonally.

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