#no one a real warm winter clothes owner here

[kalashnikovlobotomy]

right. now we can get to the less psychologically concerning and more pure cringe alert part of my rusrom brainrot. which is that coat. go my height difference scarab

[veritas-scribblings]

stay - @jegulus-microfic - words: 658

The black cat shows up on James’s doorstep one winter’s night. It’s snowing that night. There’s tiny little paw prints interspersed with droplets of blood dotted across James’s lawn, and the black cat is laying in the corner of the veranda shivering, twitching, grey eyes blinking suspiciously at James. It’s a small thing, delicate and lithe in the way that most cats are. No collar to speak of, but too well-kept to be a stray.

So, James supposes, a neglectful owner, perhaps?

James tugs his robe tighter around him and kneels down, and creeps over. The cat’s fur—long and black and silky—is matted with blood, long gashes like claw marks across its body. It’s managed to get itself into a fight, James reckons, with someone bigger and tougher and nastier than itself. The cat (a boy, James notes) meows and swipes at James, disgruntled at being manhandled against his will.

‘Come on,’ James says gently. ‘You’ll catch your death out here. It’s warm inside, I have a fire going.’ 

James calls the cat Dew Claw for his tendency to swipe angrily at James as he walks past. He learns quickly that Dew Claw is a spicy little creature with a nasty attitude and a proclivity for sitting on his makeshift bed, judging James with an intensity that’s almost human. It’s the way he watches James, tracking James’s movements across the room, meowing disparagingly every time James does so much as anything.

Almost two days pass before the Dew Claw is up and about, awkwardly so with healing wounds, and this is where the real problems begin. With the freedom to move comes free-reign of the house, and with free-reign of the house comes a tiny little invader getting into every room, nook and cranny. James starts to find black hair on all of his clothes, t-shirts with holes chewed into them, little glass ornaments and photo frames and figurines shoved off shelves. 

By the second week of Dew Claw’s residence in James Potter’s home, Dew Claw’s wounds have mostly healed. And James finds himself with a nightly companion. True to his nature, Dew Claw sleeps directly in the centre of his bed, forcing James to try and position himself so as to not crush the cat. On the first night, James sleeps so awkwardly he tumbles out of bed (an event Dew Claw peacefully sleeps through). By the second night, James figures out his sleeping position (curved into almost a U-shape), but he wakes up with a sore neck and a sore back that doesn’t go away for days.

They fall into a lovely little rhythm, James and Dew Claw. Though Dew Claw remains a spicy little creature, he seems to come to trust James more. James learns that Dew Claw loves to be stroked, but must instigate it for the contact to be acceptable (he gained many scratches learning this lesson). He learns that Dew Claw loves bread (many loaves were sacrificed to this lesson) but hates jam with a passion. He learns that Dew Claw seems to have this bizarre ability to read. This learning, James cannot seem to explain or reason away. Even for a magical cat.

They have a comfortable little life together. James buys fish from the local market and fries it up, because Dew Claw is suspicious of anything raw. They read together; sometimes novels, sometimes poetry, often the Daily Prophet, particularly the quidditch section. Dew Claw sleeps on his pillow now, by James head, sometimes tucked under the covers by James’s stomach and James fears rolling over and accidentally crushing his little body.

‘You live with me now,’ James whispers to the cat one night while he’s curled up by the fireplace, Dew Claw sleeping on his lap, kneading his thigh and purring almost aggressively.

When James wakes up on the third morning of the fourth week, he wakes up next to one Regulus Black, and suddenly, everything changes.

[amarylliasky]

Number 16! What do you mean I’m late? What do you mean I already posted today? Nuh uh!

Daffodils and New Beginnings

“Choi Han, is this your choice?”

“Yes.”

“Where you go, I have no way of reaching you. I can no longer offer my help.”

“I know. Thank you.”

“Sigh. Foolish child. You would abandon everything you have here for a fleeting life of despair?”

“Even if I do end up in despair, I would still be with the people I love.”

…

“You may never meet him again.”

“I know. If I don���t… even if I never have the chance to meet him again, at least I won’t be alone.”

“Sigh. Very well.”

——

“And for Choi Han, may you be stripped of your divine powers and sent into the mortal world. A world neither familiar nor welcoming. For your punishment is to live, despairing as you forget everything you were. Your memories, what you treasure the most, shall be taken away, only returned when you achieve merits equal to your transgressions.”

“That is your fate.”

“Goodbye, tribulator.”

——

“So that is your choice, in the end…..”

“Despair, then be happy, Choi Han.”

————

Cale sat in a decently sized cafe in downtown Rain City, with the rain pounding on the glass windows. It was almost ironic, now that he thought about it.

Late fall had always been a difficult time for him as a kid. It meant that it was just a month or so until winter. It meant that he would have to brave the cold in order to get to and from school every day. It meant that he would have to decide whether to get a new coat or some food to eat with his meager savings he’d scrounged up behind his uncle’s back. It also meant that another one of his birthdays had passed since he’d last smiled. Since he’d last had a full belly and a warm home. Another birthday had passed since he’d last had a real family.

Nowadays, the colder months were a bit more bearable. Since he’d gone to live with the Henituse’s, he’d been able to afford all of the things he couldn’t before. New clothes, an abundance of food; he was given anything he could ever want or need by the generous couple who had taken him in. But even with all that, he still never quite knew how to fit into this already happy family of four. It was a bit jarring to go from only having an abusive uncle as your relative, to having no one at the orphanage, to then having a mother, father, and two younger siblings. It took him a while to adjust. Even now, he still sometimes preferred to seclude himself from the rest of his family, and just take some time to..exist.

This cafe has been one of his favorite spots in Rain City to do just that. The owner, Billos, was a piggy bank-like man who took over the cafe after his uncle. He liked to make all of his customers feel welcomed, but never overstepped his boundaries. He had enough tact to know when his customers would rather be left to their own devices. Cale liked that aspect about him very much. Sometimes, Cale wouldn’t mind a small chat with the young man, but today was one of those days, and Billos respected that.

Lifting the paper cup of sweet tea, he watched as the steam wafted upward in little spirals, noting the nostalgic feeling the sight held for him. He’d been feeling this way a lot lately. The smallest things seemed to be tinged with a slight amount of bitterness, though he had no idea why. The random bouts of deja vu had significantly increased since he’d turned sixteen, compared to when he was still at the orphanage. But he figured it was just something that happened to everyone. There was nothing he could do about it, anyhow.

He was so lost in thought that he failed to notice someone walking up to the second floor of the cafe, the floor he currently occupied. The creaking of the stairs was drowned out by the rain and occasional bout of thunder outside. He saw a faint reflection of a person in the same window he had been staring out of. They seemed to be looking for a place to sit? Well, there are plenty of unoccupied seats on this floor. It was only him and a couple of students who were completely immersed in their cafe study time. The person, who he judged to be male based on the silhouette, eventually sat at a chair in the corner of the room, facing the same window as him.

Cale watched from his peripheral as the man declined ordering anything. Yikes, Billos was sure to be peeved. The owner hated when people spent hours in his cafe without ordering a single item off the menu. Cale hoped the man didn’t get kicked out. Judging by his slumped posture, it looked like he’d had a rough day.

Speaking of, Billos approached his table, likely to ask if he needed a refill, but Cale could not pay any attention to what the other man had to say, as his gaze was on the black haired man seated in a corner chair some feet away. Cale didn’t mean to, but he had felt the need to turn his head at that moment. Catching sight of the man, who was really more of a boy, he was struck with a sense of deja vu so strong that he’d almost believe that this exact moment had happened to him in a past life.

The world seemed to blur at the edges when the young man turned his head and they finally made eye contact. His black eyes so startlingly clear that Cale felt as if they were seeing into his soul. Wait, black? He couldn’t see the color of the boy’s eyes from here. He shouldn’t be able to? How did he know that they were black?

His legs moved as if on auto pilot and he could feel Billos staring at his back as he moved further down the rows of tables, toward the back of the second floor. Before he knew it, he was standing in front of the black haired individual who had gone back to looking out the window. Cale gestured to Billos before taking a seat across from the boy. Reddish brown met black, and Cale again felt a strange sense of nostalgia, along with a slight of bitterness. He would normally do anything to avoid human interaction on days like this, but today he’d felt..compelled to go and talk with this random stranger. More so after being hit by that same strange feeling.

So Cale opened his mouth and talked, not to the boy, but to Billos, while still making eyes contact with the gloomy individual.

“Billos, some more tea for me, and for this guy as well.” Cale said, his usual stoic face observing the young man in front of him.

“Of course, I’ll be back soon.”

Cale noticed the boy as his peculiar eyes watched Billos retreating down the stairs. He then asked a question. “What’s your name?”

…

“Why are you taking to me?”

Cale lifted an eyebrow at the rude response, but still continued on. “Have you eaten?” The other avoided his gaze. “Their apple turnovers are great. You should try one. Don’t worry, since it’s my recommendation, it’s on me.” The boy looked at him, stunned, before lowering his head. He seemed to be contemplating for a few seconds before he lifted his head once more.

“My name is Choi Han.”

“Great, I’m Cale Henituse.”

The two were then left in a comfortable silence, only broken by the creaking of the stairs as Billos came to deliver their tea. The Rain still poured outside the cafe, while two of its occupants settled down for a quiet evening of warm tea and new beginnings.

[wrestle-catboy-vault]

Mirrored Memory [catboy ue fanfic]

Ok so, TJ is looking for a warm place to stay the night, and some bougie show breeder's house happened to leave one of the windows open so lil teenage kitty scurries in

And accidentally finds himself in the kitty nursery

And little Akira is like, newly adopted and separated from his litter for the first time so of course he's home sick and can't sleep

And at first TJ thinks the place is empty but he spots Frankie and they make eye contact and he's like "ohhhh shit I'm busted"

He expects Frankie to start crying or something and then the owners are definitely calling hybrid control and he'd be in BIG trouble for "attacking a house cat"

But Frankie is really curious about this cat, cause he's never seen anyone like TJ before, he's never seen a stray before

It's not hard to think he's young enough to have never seen another hybrid outside his litter before

So he bounds right up to him because who's ever heard of self preservation? Not Akira that's for sure

And he starts asking questions to TJP, like

Who are you? Where'd you come from? Why'd you come in through the window, you're supposed to use the door? Why do you have scratches all over you? Why are your clothes so old? What breed are you?

And the whole time tj is standing in the open window, it's like mid-winter so he's wet from the waist down from melting snow and there's a sharp wind from behind him that makes him shiver real bad and Akira finally notices his teeth chattering

So he sneaks TJ down to the rest of the house, careful not to wake the owners, and they throw TJ's jacket in the dryer, and then go to the kitchen where Akira struggles to make him some hot soup

The next morning TJ wakes up in Frankie's nursery, buried in blankets with his tummy full and warm for the first time in months

Akira left him a poorly spelled little note and a half eaten plate of breakfast. The note says that he had to go to training today and he left TJ half his breakfast in case he was hungry again, and that he doesn't know where TJ came from but he's glad he has a friend now because this place is big and empty and he hated being alone

TJ reads the note as he eats, and when he's done he grabs his jacket and scampers back out the same window he snuck in and never looks back.

Because as kind as Frankie was to him, staying here is just too risky. The owners will find him and kick him out, or some stray he has heat with see him prancing around with a show kitten and that would make Akira a target, or hybrid control would recognize his face and lock him up. Too many things could go wrong

Years later TJP is tentatively staying in a hybrid foster home. Despite the others all having checkered pasts like him, he still feels like an outsider. Which might be why he's laying awake in the rafters when he hears the quietest *tink!* as someone slips in the window.

A little homeless Akira is fresh on the streets and he's starving.

Luckily he's welcome to stay (after the scare of TJP pounce tackling him from the shadows and interrogating his intentions)

The two don't recognize each other from that one night when they were both kids, and maybe they never will

But Frankie still likes to share his breakfast with TJ ❤️

Bonus: young tjp and akira designs

[tia-amorosa]

Sunset Died - The Loners

New Roommate (Part 2, looonger Part)

While Reginald waited for his food, Gage had taken the last of the leftovers from the fridge. “And I'm not a burden for you either? I mean…"/ ”Hey, don't worry, it'll be fine. Our larder is still well stocked.”. Gage looked at him briefly. “hn, I'm glad my clothes fit you. And you really quit your job?"/ ‘mhm, I think I'm getting too old for that’.

Gage looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “Too old to sell a few things or…"/ ”No, too old to stand on my feet all day. Maybe that sounds like I'm lazy, but I'm not, I just… I need some time to myself. I couldn't get off work until late at night, slept for a few hours and had to be there again in the morning . Day after day. That's no life.”. Gage's face now showed something like pity. “Yes… That's true. Do you have any hobbies?”.

“Hobbies? Yes, but it's nothing special, I'm a nature person, I like gardening and repairing this and that. I guess I got the manual skills from my father…"/ ”I see, well, every now and then there are a few things around the house that need fixing. So if you want, you're welcome to help…."/ ‘Mhm…’. Reginald kept looking over at Twyla and watching her.

“So you slept in the gym the whole time?"/ ”Yes. Before the whole thing happened, I had just moved here, had found this one little house, but after the bang… It was no longer usable. Since then, I've more or less lived for the day. The offer of the small store came along. I really liked the job, but…” Reginald paused for a moment.

Gage realized that Reginald couldn't seem to find the right words. So he continued with his own words. “At some point you need a change of scenery, don't you? You don't really have much of a chance here in terms of work anymore. Everyone is their own boss"/ Reginald nodded. “That's true. But I'll check on the cows now and then, I think they'll miss me."/ ”Hehe. Who replaced you there?"/ ”Gus, a nice guy who wanted to do something other than just lie around. I think he'll do a good job”.

Lucky played outside the whole time and then at some point noticed a familiar smell, which he followed and went back into the house. “Hey, there you are. Well, you've really found a great home… I'd be interested to know if you had an owner before…”. Many animals lost their homes in the disaster and were wandering around alone. And sometimes they were just lucky.

Twyla had finished the cooking and brought Reginald a bowl. “I couldn't find any fresh cheese, but I hope it tastes good anyway"/ ”Never mind, I…I like macaroni with fake cheese. Thank you“/”hnhn. OK, but be careful, it's still hot and bon appétit”.

After handing him the bowl, she let him eat in peace and sat down with Leila. She looked at her and smiled a little. “What?"/ ‘Hn, nothing, I just get the impression you're going out of your way for him, hm?’/ ”Nonsense, he's just a friend I want to help. Sure, he could have made the food himself, but he's our guest.“.

“Mhm… And he smells nice again,” Leila whispered as she leaned slightly towards her. Of course, Twyla, and certainly some others, also noticed the somewhat unpleasant odor emanating from him. But it wasn't necessarily due to a lack of personal hygiene, but rather because his clothes had been worn and unwashed for far too long. “Oh, do you happen to know where the scissors are?"/ ‘somewhere in the kitchen cupboard’.

Reginald was lost in his own thoughts as he ate. And above all, he enjoyed the hot meal after the warm bath. (“I've never been very picky when it comes to food. Whether it's real cheese or the stuff from the bag… As long as it's warm and filling. I'm… really grateful. And she's… Even nicer than I thought she would be.”) A slight smile crossed his face.

A little later. “I hope the meal was all right for you. It's difficult to cook with fresh ingredients in winter…"/ ‘It tasted good, yes, thank you. Thanks also that i can sleep here’/ ”hn, no problem. I'd like to show you where you can sleep now, okay?”. He looked at her briefly and nodded.

Twyla went upstairs with him to show him his new sleeping place. “we actually have two free beds, but Lucky has already taken one of them"/ ‘hnhn, it's okay, I… h-ha-hatshoo’/ ”oh dear! I hope you don't catch a cold"/ ‘No, don't worry, that always happens to me when I'm in new surroundings’.

“really? So a temporary, allergic reaction to new living conditions, hnhnhn"/ ‘haha, yes, like that… Something like that, I've always had that, ever since I was a little boy’/ ”hn, I see. well, if you like it here, then this is your room now. It's also much warmer than the other rooms because of the stovepipe”.

“Mh, yes, the room is fine. Thanks again"/ ”hn, good. And tomorrow I'll take care of your head”. Reginald rolled his eyes up a little to look at his overhanging hair. “Yes, that's really necessary. I used to wear it very short"/ ‘Should I take care of the beard as well?’/ ”No, I look like a teen without it. It can stay"/ ”o.k. Then take a rest for now”.

Twyla turned around and walked slowly to the door. Then she stopped for a moment. “Tell me… How old are you anyway?"/ ‘Me?’/ ‘Hn, do you see anyone else here I could ask?’/ ‘Oh, no… I'm 41, why do you ask?’/ ”Just interested. Sometimes it's hard to guess someone's age, So it's really time for a haircut, I'm looking forward to it, hnhn, good night”.

Reginald followed her a few steps outside the door. Then the easel caught his eye. “Which one of you paints here?"/ ”Me, mostly. Sometimes Gage too, but only when he's extremely bored, hnhn. But I paint to get through all the chaos here"/ ‘and where do you get the colors?’/ ‘I make them myself.’/ ‘Oh… O.K.’.

“It's something special when you can create certain things with your own hands. When I still had a garden back then… I spent almost the whole day tending the plants"/ ‘And they certainly grew well thanks to the good care’/ ‘I don't want to brag, but… Yes’. Twyla had to giggle a little.

“d-do you like gardening?"/ ‘Me? Sure, hn./ ‘Silvia, she… She hated it when I spent more time with my plants’/ ‘Silvia?’/ ‘Yes, my… My almost-wife’/ ‘Oh, is she…’/ ‘No, she's not dead, maybe… Maybe I can tell you about her later?’/ ”mhm. I hope you sleep well tonight, Reggie"/ ‘thank you’.

Twyla went to her room and put on her sleeping clothes. She was pretty tired today, even though she hadn't done much. But time passed unusually quickly today. “His almost-wife? If she's not dead… something must have happened. He's quite reserved, almost shy, but not completely closed off. If he wants to talk, I'm happy to listen.”.

It wasn't just Twyla and Reginald who went to bed early that night. Leila and Gage also went to bed early. It was pleasantly warm in the house, but the cold that winter brought with it was quite unpleasant. But not for Lucky, who played outside for most of the day. But he knew that when everyone else went to sleep, it was time for him to get some rest too.

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@greenplumbboblover

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[immajustvibehere]

Winter Cowboy

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x fem!Reader

oneshot: fluff

summary: Arthur returns cold and shaking from his ride with Dutch. In the meanwhile, you had been warming up in Colter and readily provide some warmth for your favourite cowboy.

Pre-established: You and Arthur are both aware of being sweet on one another, you are still acting a bit weird around each other, but you are both getting slowly accustomed to the growing intimacy.

masterlist

1000 words, less than 10 minutes reading time

You watched from the inside of the hut how Arthur, Micah and Dutch came back from scouting the area. The men had a woman with them, barely clothed and clearly disheveled. The gang had arrived in Colter barely three hours ago, everything had been set up and the huts were slowly warming up from the flames that were crackling in the fireplace. The heat was barely sufficient, the buildings were so old and beaten down that the wind and snow sneaked through the rotten wooden boards, creeping up everyone's back when they weren't in close proximity to the fire. But it was better than no shelter, better than out there in the snowstorm. You watched as the group dispersed and Arthur approached the house you were waiting in.

You had helped set up his room. It wasn't too cozy, more like the opposite: it was dirty and disgusting. You had spent a good half an hour on sweeping out old leaves or arranging every kind of fabric you could find on the bed, so that it wouldn't be too uncomfortable to sleep on. In front of the fire, you had spread out two woolen blankets and one of Arthur's warmer jackets. As the door opened and Arthur stepped in, a gush of cold wind and snowflakes fought their way indoors. Arthur's blue eyes immediately found you standing at the window. For a second you couldn't decide what was colder, his ocean-colored eyes or the fresh air he brought with him.

"I'm glad you're back", you smiled, looking a bit worriedly at the shivering cowboy. Patches of snow rested on his jacket and hat, his cheeks a mixture of painful red and freezing blue. He looked exhausted, and you couldn't blame him.

"Me too", Arthur agreed with you, "it's hell out there. Jus'...without the heat I guess..." Arthur approached the fire and got rid of his gloves to warm his hands.

"Did you find something to eat?", you inquired, walking closer to him and brushing snow off his coat.

"A bit...not enough to last us for long", Arthur sighed, then pulled out a can of oatcakes and handed it to you. The can was so cold, it hurt your hand that had taken hours to warm up in front of the fire. "We met some O'Driscoll's. They were having a delightful time in a homestead. Killed its owner and widowed a wife. Cruel bunch...", Arthur recounted the happenings of before.

"That's the woman you brought?", you asked, struggling to open your can of cakes.

"Yeah, Mrs Adler."

You finally succeeded in getting an oatcake out of the can, but as you bit into it, you found it too frozen to enjoy and left the can on the ledge above the fireplace. In the meanwhile, Arthur struggled to light a match, as his were too humid to catch fire.

"Here you go", you took a matchbox that was resting on a chair nearby, you figured that Hosea had left it there, and lit a match in front of Arthur.

"Thank you, darling", his lips curled into a smile as he let you light the cigarette between his lips. After he had opened his wet coat, he offered you a place on his lap, which you happily accepted. You enjoyed observing Arthur when he was smoking, the way he balanced the cigarette on his lips, barely ever using his hands, felt captivating, though you never smoked yourself. "Has John returned?", Arthur asked leisurely, his arm around your waist.

"No, not yet. Abigail is real worried", you answered, your gaze sweeping the floor and landing on the fire. "Yeah, well. The bastard will be back sooner or later", Arthur said, acting as if it didn't matter that Marston would spend a night outside while it snowed so heavily. "Let's hope so...", you mumbled, resting your head against Arthur's shoulder, which he welcomed with a happy sigh and a tighter grip around you. Before the cigarette was fully smoked, Arthur flicked it into the fire. "Wanna go to bed? I need some hours of proper sleep." You nodded desperately, by now Arthur's eyelids weren't the only ones battling gravity.

It was an unpleasant task; getting up from Arthur's lap. You had become rather comfortable and wouldn't have had any problems falling asleep right then and there. You took a blanket, and Arthur took the other one as well as his warmed-up jacket, which he gratefully thanked you for letting heat up in front of the fire. He switched into it, letting his wet coat in the warmer room before heading after you into his private chamber.

Arthur lied down first, settling for a half-sitting position, with a pillow as comfortable padding between his back and the wall. The bed was small, but Arthur was probably aware that your other options, besides sharing it with him, was sleeping on the floor with the other ladies in a packed room. Both you and him preferred this alternative. When he had found a comfortable position, you settled next to him. He readily embraced you, letting your head rest on his chest, right underneath his chin. With the limited space, you both did your best to tug yourself in, Arthur almost covering you completely with the blankets.

"Do you think we'll be fine?", you asked hesitantly. You weren't even sure what exactly you were referring to...the gang and the Pinkertons, you and Arthur, you sleeping despite it being dangerously cold. Arthur sighed, but his voice was warm and soothing: "For now, yeah". His answer brought out a tired smile on your lips and you looked up, trying to catch Arthur's eyes. You freed one hand from the prison under the blanket and cupped Arthur's cheek. It was still cold from his trip outside, but you gladly provided your accumulated heat to warm it a bit. "You comfortable?", Arthur asked, his exhaustion audible in his voice.

"Very much", you whispered back.

Arthur turned his head a bit, pressing a shy kiss on top of your head before he let out a long content sigh.

[imagine-a-dream]

Imagine surprising the Duke with a homemade sweater

Winter was approaching slowly, lulling local flora and fauna into a peaceful slumber and burying the village grounds under a white sparkling blanket. It was a calm night, one of the very few when the beasts' howls could barely be heard. The perfect night to finally present the Duke with the gift you have been making for months now without the risk of being eaten alive by the monsters.

You moved your feet quickly, praying silently for your beloved merchant to be at his usual spot. You let out a breath of relief when you saw his carriage. You slowly approached his horse, Dame, and pulled out a carrot and an apple. The horse neighed in appreciation and lowered her head for you to pet. You smiled to yourself. Not only did you develop a friendship with her owner, but Dame came to like you as well.

You knocked three times and waited for the doors to open. The Duke’s face betrayed his surprise upon seeing you so late after the closing time. But after a moment, his face lit up with a genuine smile.

“Ah, if it isn’t my favorite customer! You’re out pretty late today. Last minute purchase?”

You giggled, waving your hand dismissively at his words. You blamed the cold for the warmth flooding up your face, biting into your skin, but deep down you knew the real reason, even if you were not ready to admit it even to yourself.

“You’re saying this to everyone. I’m not here to buy anything. I wanted to give you something. I know it’s not Christmas yet, and we don't really celebrate it, but… It’s winter and seeing you without as much as a coat on you… I wanted to give you something to warm you.”

You fished two packages out of a large bag and handed them to him. The merchant’s eyebrows flew to his hairline, showing his deep bewilderment. A pregnant silence fell between you while he carefully peeled off the wrappings. There was a pair of fuzzy socks and an enormously large sweater with owl patterns hidden inside. All knitted by your own skillful hands. You anxiously waited for his reaction, hoping that you had guessed his size right and that the clothes would fit him. It was the goal, after all.

“Oh, my dear…” he breathed out, touching the wool with just his fingertips, as if he was afraid to ruin the material. He looked up, locking his eyes with yours. You were not sure if it was a play of light and shadows or if his cheeks really darkened a shade or two.

“For the first time in many years, I am truly at a loss for words. Marvelous work, and the gesture alone… I could not thank you enough.”

“I hope you like it…”

“Like it?” He shook his head at you, not quite believing you were doubting his honesty. “I love it, mon trésor.”

requested by anon

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[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

The Butler, Romantic

"Remember, we'll meet here after two hours, okay boys?" Said Lizzie, a smile on her face. Beside her are Sieglinde, Doll, Paula, and Mey-Rin. Across from her is Sebastian, Joanne, Ciel, Alois, Bard, and Finnian. Sebastian place a hand to his chest and bows, "We will see you then my lady."

And with that the groups left into separate directions. The season was winter, it's cold yet nice for a typical February month, just a few days away from the holiday that is Valentine's Day.

"Isn't Valentine's Day lovely?" Said Joanne as he sighs happily as the men walk into a floral shop. The air was thick with many flowers of different sweets and textures around the room, causing Ciel's nose to scrunch up in a flinch. "I guess you can say that... Just different now since all of us have someone on this day." Said Bard with a shrug of his broad shoulders. The shop owner looked at the lot at last and spoke up gentle, "What can I help with you gentleman?" Sebastian stepped forward, a warm glow to him somehow, and spoke firmly yet... nice- "We have come to purchase some flower arrangements for Valentine's Day sir." The shop owner smiles a beaming gleam as he nods, "You have chosen wisely men!" Suddenly, the man pauses and stares at the Earl of Phantomhive who stares back in confusion. "What is it?" "Erm, I'm sorry. I just thought I saw two of you."

Ciel snuck a glance behind Finny after the shop owner walked to talk with Sebastian more, looking to the young man with peacock gem eyes and dark short hair. "Sorry Ciel." "It's fine Ciel."

Unlike the usual outings, a new guest has joined in the form of the real non dead Ciel Phantomhive, who many of the public assume is either dead or too sickly to be Earl. No one besides the group and the household know of the two working together taking turns of the names, and on special outings like this do the two truly look like twins with matching clothes and eye patches to not throw off people around them.

The ladies sat at a isolated table a busy tea room, roses decoration all the table centerpieces creating a sweet smell with the scent of tea and perfume, among each member is a box wrapped with their bags. Lizzie claps as they sat down, "I'm so happy we're doing this. We haven't had the pleasure to go out just us girls often and just before Valentine's Day as well." She giggles at the last part. Paula giggles beside her, "I agree Lady Lizzie, this is most exciting." The lady Midford glanced across the table to Sieglinde, who's dark hair is still cut short in an adorable bob while dressed in a lovely green dress, and Doll, who at the moment is wearing a lovely blue gown handed down by Lizzie herself with a scent of roses coming off her neck.

The previous circus performer smiled and spoke, not hiding her accent as much, "This certain is a new thing for me. I never had a partner nor had a excuse to shopping." Mey-Rin, who sits beside her and who's hair is tied in a bun dressed normal, looked to her and joined in, "I agree, yes I do! Never have I ever thought I'd ever find someone to spend Valentine's day with."

"What are your guys plans for Valentine's Day anyway?" Asked Alois as he stands by Ciel looking at the wild roses and daisies. Finny, not missing a beat and holding a large group of white lilies, with sparkling eyes and a big smile said, "I'm taking Valentina to the gardens for a nice picnic! She mentioned how much she wanted to see the stars and thanks to Mister Sebastian I can cook some good Mofongo!" Bard smiles as he picked up a pansy, "I'm grateful Lady Elizabeth gave me permission to use the kitchen and the garden gazebo for the night, I can't wait to dazzle my woman like the angel she is!" Sebastian chuckles, "You have been married with Paula and Finny and Miss Valentina has been engaged for hardly a month already and you're energies are over the moon." The chef lightly shoved the butler, "Come on now you should know why. What are your plans for your lil' lady?" The butler in black smiles and pluck up a red rose before sniffing it, his eyes shining, "I plan to cook her a grand meal and take her to a ballet. She's been talking about seeing this one performance of Cinderella so I figured I take her on the very first night."

Alois giggles and spoke up, "Does that imply the Phantomhive manor will be mostly empty? A whole empty manor for the young Earl and his Valentine?" He giggles as Ciel shoved him and his brother, out in public as "Sirius", speaks, "What are your plans anyway?" Ciel thought for a moment before answering, "Maybe some dinner and a London stroll."

Meanwhile, the ladies' pastries and tea has arrived to the table and conversations of the date in plan are being spoken. "I swear I have a sneaking feeling Alois will spoil me and Smile." Sighed Doll as she sipped her tea, her eye beaming in whoa after she took that sip. Lizzie giggled and asked, "Does he always though? Surely you'd be used to it by now." Doll shook her head, "Nah, even if I should I can't get over it. It's a nice feeling though, being pampered by a cutie like that, especially at night." With a eyebrow risen, Sieglinde queried, "Why at night?" All the women looked to Doll who simply grins with a look in her eye. It didn't a while until it sunk in her meaning.

"M-My Goodness you already have-!?" Mey-Rin shrieked silently in a flush face, shocked her master would be already be doing such things with two people, even if it's been a whole two years since most of the relationships started. Doll chuckled and shook her hand, "No no, we haven't gotten that far yet, just some touching and maybe some-" With pink cheeks Lizzie scanned the area fast while speaking a hushed warning, "Doll! You should speak about things like that in public!" The brunette tilted her head and glance around. "Why? No one's listening and it's normal."

After a moment of silence, a surprise of Paula speaks up, "Baldroy tends to look rather hungry in the bedroom." "Paula!" Doll snorted, "Well I can't say I'm too surprised you both are already there." Paula blushes as she speaks more softer, a small shy smile on her lips, "He seems the type to be rough a bit but he's actually quiet gentle... he even ask what I prefer a lot." After a small sip of her tea, Mey-Rin surprise everyone even more, "When you guys... have those moments with your partners... do you take the reins or-?" "Damn, does Suit let you take charge?" Asked Doll, surprised most with the maid's question. Mey-Rin, blushing more, answers with a small squeak, "W-Well he's mostly tired after work, he is..! A-Also, he tends to smell a lot like peppermint which is very nice, it is."

The three, then four after Sieglinde chimed in, chatted a bit of the men in their lives while Lizzie watches. Then, watching and listening got dull with her so she joined in, "So, you know how Sebastian sometimes roll his tongue when speaking his Rs? Well, on certain times he tends to do that when he kiss-" The table squealed some and giggles and continued to chat around.

One the morning of Valentine's Day, it seemed like a normal day at first, until both Phantomhive Lords and the servants gotten some cards and roses sent from those whom they too have sent cards and roses too earlier on.

After breakfast and the normal schedules of the nobles until lunch the plans of the day itself was no pushed into swing. Food being prepared, flower assembles being created, settings made, last checks of things done.

Everything by the end is perfect when the night comes and the respected parties go to here the other halves of their hearts to start the day as planned. The manor, besides Finny in the garden with his fiance, was as planned mostly empty with the real Ciel Phantomhive off to Joanne's gardens of his manor with Sieglinde, leaving the other twin in the manor with the two he planned to spend time with. Doll snuggled against his shoulder as they ride the carriage back to the said empty mansion, Alois holding his hand the side next to him, boxes of new clothes and things tied together in the spare seats across from the three.

On the other side of the trees in the city of London walk a man dressed in a lovely shade of emerald greens and blacks beside a beautiful young lady with hair of fine gold done up with a black ribbon wearing a lovely red dress side by side down the street of night, a happy glow among them like a bubble of sorts. "That ballet was lovely Sebastian. The outfits were beautiful and the music was lovely!" Said Lizzie with a giggle and a snuggle of his arm, smiling at the rumbling chuckle of his chest, "I'm glad you enjoyed that." A moment of silence filled the two as they walked more, the candle lights of the street glowing so hauntingly beautiful. Finally, the lady spoke, "Sebastian, what do you think Valentine's Day will look like for us years ahead?"

The butler pauses and ponders, he surely would want to amaze his lady ten times every year but would she want that in the end? "Well, I would want to see you smile much more. I would even say I would want to you smile every day from this day forth my dear." Lizzle giggles, stopping when the man stops walking. "The first time I met you, you were crying over the lose of a boy whom you knew wasn't who your heart truly wanted to please to the rules of the world. Over time I began to see the you you tried to bury away from the eyes of everyone, and for that level of trust made me love you more and more beyond your dear precious smile..."

Lizzie watched as Sebastian free himself her gentle grasp and slowly knelt to her, a hand to his heart, as his voice grew tender as he speaks, "I swear to you my dear that I will always try to make you smile, to love every piece of you, cherish you to the fullest and continue to do so long after your last breath. I promise to stand beside you through every battle, big or small, and treat you like the Queen you are to me." Her breath gets stuck in her chest that grew tight as she sees him reach in his breast pocket, her eyes widening and filling with tears fast. "I may not know much of the traditions of human culture, I may not be the man society wish you to have, but I swear to you with all my being I will never ever stop loving you for not a single day goes by where I haven't loved you after you shown me so many beautiful things to know..."

Carefully, he takes out a box and opens it, showing the maiden the lovely ring inside the velvet walls, his eyes clearly growing misty as a lump grew in his throat as it became clear from his words, "My dear Lizzie, I understand it's custom to bring forth a piece of jewelry to create a bond stronger than anything I've seen, and so I did just that. With proper permission from your family, as the world ahead of us as my witness, with the bottom of my heart...will you do me in doing the honors of making me the happiest being of all the world can more can offer....and marry me and be with me for the rest of time...?"

Lizzie hiccuped as she cries, her gloved hands covering her shaking lips, her heart beating so fast. Sebastian shifted to stand as he quickly formed an apology, "Li-Lizzie, I'm sorry-" The man was stopped with the force of his dear jumping onto him, her arms tightly hung around his neck as her voice coats her ears as the two fell to the ground. "Yes! YES! I would be more than honored to marry you..!" She sobs into his neck, her face pink and such a mess of tears and makeup but neither care at the moment. A smile appears to Sebastian's lips as he sits up, gently takes Lizzie's hand and slides the ring onto her gentle finger. Lizzie sniffs and hugs him again, this time their lips connected as one as their hearts beat as one.

This is part of my Black Butler AU, mostly word for word from a RP me and my sister did recently, still heavily dedicated to @annoyinglyshinycherryblossom, @nullb1rdbones, @sebalizzie, @docmartensanddietcoke, and @onehellofashadynerd

[shespeaksinsongs]

Taking Draco to a Christmas fair

(idk if you have them in the us but here it's like a bunch.ch of different people sell food and clothes and jewelry and just like a bunch of stuff)

It could be or go anywhere you'd like

not proof read, but i still think this is pretty cute! thank you so much for this idea marcela <33 it gave me two new fic ideas!

His eyes lit up as they quickly scanned around the place.

In one corner, was an old woman desperately trying to sell wooden bead bracelets made by her own hand.

In another, one man playing the guitar and his husband holding a magician's hat out for tips.

And in another corner, a young couple scanning for coats to fight the winter cold.

“I’m telling you, Y/N/N, this coat is not designer.” Draco said, dusting lint off of the black trench coat on the rack.

Y/N frowned, snatching the coat back. "Of course it's not! I'm not even sure that's legal! But it's warm, so we're buying it." She said finally, pulling another black coat off the sales rack. "And you're getting one, too!"

"Wha- Y/N!" Draco complained, but she'd already handed the stand owner his money, hastily putting her coat on and zipping it up.

"It's freezing, Draco." Y/N said a little softer, slipping gloves onto the tall man's hands. "Please just put on the coat." She pulled a beanie over his head, disregarding that he said it'd ruin his hair.

Draco huffed, giving in as he put the coat on. "Fine." He said, accepting Y/N's help to zip it up since his hands were gloved up. "But I'm not wearing this out again." He said, slightly laughing when Y/N shoved him playfully.

"Ooh, look!" Y/N said eagerly, pointing to a stand with warm buttery popcorn. "Are you hungry?" She asked, lacing her fingers with his.

"Not real- ah!" Draco screamed, as Y/N yanked him forwards, almost sprinting to the stand.

They hadn't eaten in hours, and Y/N feared her stomach was so loud, you could hear it even through the four layers she had piled onto her body.

"Hello!" Y/N smiled to the attendant, who looked just as enthused as her. "Could we get a large bucket of popcorn, please?" She asked, as Draco leaned down to whisper something in her ear. "Extra large, please?" She reiterated, stifling a giggle, remembering Draco's vow to not eat "stuffy, overpriced fair food".

The man smiled and nodded, grabbing an extra large red and white striped bucket. "Coming up!"

While they waited for their food, Draco pulled her into his side pressing a kiss to her crown. Y/N relaxed into his body, wrapping her arms around him as her head rested in the crook of his neck.

"I love you." He whispered against her hair, rubbing her back slowly.

"Yeah, yeah, I know." She giggled, reaching up to kiss his cheek gently. "I love you, too."

[choking-on-tae]

ATEEZ Reaction to: You falling through the ice

Anon asked: Would you be able to write an ATEEZ reaction to if you were out playing around on a frozen lake but you accidentally fell in?? It can be angsty or fluffy if you want but that’s just been on my mind 👉👈

A/N: This is so cute! I'm so sorry for not seeing this request earlier. I've been busy with school but luckily it's spring break now so I've time to write! Hope you'll like it! Also, I found a way to still be able to put everything into one post! Yaaay! Hope you guys like it and gifs aren't mine as usual. Credits to the rightful owners! x

Seonghwa

You really wanted to go ice skating and Seonghwa reluctantly agreed. He knew it was risky, since the ice on the lakes wasn't very thick. But there were so many people skating that it had to be okay, right? Well.. turns out not. After about 5 minutes on the thin ice you heard some cracks and before you could even process what was happening you fell through the ice. Seonghwa heard your loud yelp and turned around instantly, mouth dropping in shock when he saw you in the hole that was now in the ice.

"Oh my god, baby are you okay?" He asks, worry written all over his face as he quickly skates towards you, kneeling down on the ice and helping you out of the water.

"Okay let's get you home and I'll run you a warm bath. You're freezing sweetheart."

Hongjoong

Hongjoong was a bit of a scaredy cat, but he loved skating. It wasn't something he did a lot because it really had to freeze in order for there to be ice on the lakes, but this winter it was finally time. Hongjoong gathers his skates and makes his way to the nearest lake that has ice on it. When he pulls out his phone to take a photo of the beautiful scenery he's surprised to see your name flash on his screen, requesting a video call. He answers without hesitation and instantly sees your bright smile flashing upon his screen.

"Hey baby! Look where I'm at!" You shout excitedly, pulling the phone away from you so he's able to see your surroundings.

Hongjoong's eyebrows frown as he inspects your surroundings. That's when it hits him. You're on the same lake he's at!

"Baby! I'm here too!" He shouts excitedly, quickly putting on his skates and looking for you on the ice.

Once he finally spots you he smiles brightly as he skates towards you, only to see you sinking through the ice. His mouth drops before he starts laughing. You glare at your boyfriend as you pull yourself out, still glaring at your boyfriend who's now clutching his stomach as he's still laughing at you.

"Hongjoong this is not funny! Do you know how cold that water is?"

Yunho

"I don't know if this is a good idea, baby." You shout, eyeing your boyfriend nervously who made his way onto the lake nearby your house. It's quite a small lake but there's a thin layer of ice on it. Yunho seemed overly excited to see it and thought it'd be the perfect opportunity to walk on it. You warned him that the ice is probably still very thin but looking at Yunho's joyful expression on his face, you couldn't help but smile.

"C'mon! It'll be fun!" He shouts, making his way towards you and offering you his hand. You take his hand as you carefully step onto the ice. Right that moment you hear a loud crack and before you know it both of you are in the ice cold water. You stare at each other in shock before you can't help but laugh at the situation. Of course this would happen. You place your hands on the ice and pull yourself out, kneeling down so you can help Yunho as you help him out too.

"Okay, maybe that wasn't such a good idea." Yunho laughs as you two make your way off of the lake. "Yeah, let's go home and take a shower."

Yeosang

Yeosang is very careful when it comes to things like this. He's gone ice skating with you multiple times but all those times were in skate rings, not lakes of water with ice on them. The main reason for this was that the winters weren't harsh enough for the lakes to freeze fully, but this year is different. As soon as you saw the ice you called up your boyfriend and made your way to the lake. Once you arrive at the lake you smile as you watch the people skate.

You quickly put on your skates as Yeosang does the same, he's nearly being pulled away from the grass he was sitting on by you as you pull your boyfriend on the ice. Yeosang smiles happily as he follows you on the ice. The two of you make your way towards the edge of the lake, which was a big mistake because as soon as you reach it you feel yourself sinking through the ice. Yeosang yelps in shock as he tries to help you. He links his arms under your elbows as he pulls you out. Once you're back on the ice you can't help but laugh when you see your boyfriend's worried expression.

"I'm okay baby, just a bit cold now.""Hm, let's go back home and have a nice warm bath. Maybe cuddle and watch some movies afterwards?"

San

San would be even more excited than you were. He was the one who basically pulled you onto the frozen river as he excitedly ran from one side to the other. You shake your head at your boyfriend's behavior as you watch him from your spot on the grass.

"C'mon Y/N. Don't be a wimp!"

That was it. You glare at your boyfriend as you get up. San smiles brightly, knowing he got his way as he watches you step onto the ice. Only to see you fall through it almost immediately. San's jaw drops as he races towards you.

"Baby are you okay? I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have told you to come onto the ice!"

You climb back onto the grass as you just glare at San in return, who offers you an apologetic smile.

"Sorry sweetheart."You can't find it in yourself to stay mad at him and pull him tightly against you. San groans when he feels your cold wet clothes against him as you laugh in return.

"That's for making me get onto the ice."

Mingi

Now onto the other scaredy cat. I feel like Mingi wouldn't be a fan of the cold but he did like skating, only he was scared to fall through the ice. Just like any other normal person. But when he saw your pouty expression he couldn't say no. So he agreed to go ice skating with you.

"C'mon Mingi! It'll be okay!" You shout from your position on the ice. Mingi just stares at you nervously as he carefully places his skate on the ice, feeling how slippery it is.

"I don't know baby! What if the ice isn't thick enough?" He shouts back. You roll your eyes at your scared boyfriend as you make your way towards him. Once you're almost there you feel yourself sinking through the ice.

"Baby!" You hear your boyfriend shout. Mingi instantly makes his way towards you as he helps you out.

"See? We shouldn't have gone skating!" Wooyoung

This baby would be so excited to go ice skating with you, especially since there was actual ice on the lakes. Wooyoung quickly packed up his skates and made his way to your house, ringing your doorbell until you finally opened the door.

"What?" You practically shout. "Let's go skating. C'mon!" Wooyoung ran into your house to pack your skates before practically dragging you out of your house and towards the lake where now many people were skating.

You playfully roll your eyes at your boyfriend's antics as you allow yourself to be dragged towards the lake.

"Fine, but only for an hour or so. I still have some homework to do." Wooyoung nods at your words as he quickly puts on his skates and makes his way onto the ice. Once you've your skates on he helps you onto the ice. "See? It's good enough the skate!" He smiles excitedly, grabbing your hand and going around the lake.

You smile happily until your skate gets caught on a piece of ice that was sticking out, making you fall onto the ice and sink through it. Because Wooyoung was holding your hand he himself was also dragged into the water with you. Both of you stare at each other as you burst out into laughter. People around you quickly come to your rescue and help both of you out.

Wooyoung smirks at you as he says, "We should do this again sometime. I quite like being this close to you."

Jongho

Now onto the person who I think loves skating the most. I see Jongho as a real romantic so I think he'd be really excited to go on an ice skating date with you. Thankfully you went during a time that there weren't a lot of people. Only a few other small children skating on the ice. Both of you quickly put your skates on as you make your way onto the ice. Jongho skates closer to you as he reaches for your hand. The two of you skate across the lake as you admire the beautiful scenery. "Baby, do you want to take a photo?" He asks.

You nod your head as Jongho takes out his phone, holding it up to get a good angle as you move to stand behind him. As soon as he snaps the photo you feel the ice vanish from underneath you, causing you to fall into the cold water. Jongho's eyes widen as he instantly helps you out. Because of his quick reaction you weren't in the cold water for very long. Once you're back on the ice you can't help but laugh at the situation. Jongho was very worried at first but once he sees you laughing he can't help but laugh himself.

"Okay, maybe we should have waited a few days till the ice got thicker."

[keewriting]

Cove x MC - One Shot #3 (request)

[Read on google docs to insert your MC's name]

SPOILER WARNING: Don't read if you haven't finished Step 3!

Your insides bubbled with excitement as the car neared the cabin nestled deeply in the forest. The fresh blanket of snow was nearly blinding in the bright morning sun. You looked over to your driver, Cove, who wore a focused scowl.

Cove: We made it. I can’t believe we made it.

Y/N: Isn’t it gorgeous? There is so much SNOW.

Cove smiled at you with apprehension. This trip was a special one for many reasons. You were both freshly 19, so it was your first holiday together as independent adults. On that note, it was also your first holiday away from your families. You felt more down about that than Cove did. His main gripe was the snow, and it was unmistakable in his expression. Cove parked the car in the designated snowless space. You both stepped out, Cove with a little less enthusiasm than you did.

Cove: Snow, snow, and more snow.

The cabin was glowing and decked out in beautiful Christmas decorations. An intermingling of garland and lights hung across the roof. More garland and Christmas baubles framed the frosted windows. Oversized candy canes lined the pathway up to the porch. The wreath on the front door was massive. It hung proudly with a cute snowman proclaiming “Let it Snow!”

Cove: The owners didn’t hold back out here. It’s impressive.

Mesmerized, you could only nod. The online advertisement described the cabin as a pre-decorated Christmas escape. The images you showed Cove online were spectacular, but they did not do justice to the real thing.

Not wanting to stand outside any longer, Cove moved to the trunk and began unloading the luggage. Cove first extracted a suitcase that he claimed was not filled entirely with gifts for you. Your gift for Cove lived safely in your own suitcase, already wrapped and ready to go. He then removed both of your clothing-packed suitcases. You were proud of your ability to convince Cove to bring winter-appropriate clothing to this trip.

You helped Cove drag the luggage to the front door. The host messaged you the entrance code before your arrival. You punched it into the keypad which stood in place of a normal keyhole. 1-2-2-5. Clever.

You paused for dramatic effect, then slowly opened the door to reveal the inside. It looked like a Christmas bomb went off, in the best way possible. You squealed and bounded inside first, leaving Cove to the luggage.

The cabin was small and cozy. The kitchen and living area were open to each other. There was no bedroom, only a pull-out couch that sat comfortably in front of a fireplace. The only other doors in the cabin were for the bathroom and a storage closet.

The Christmas tree drew in your eyes first. You stepped closer to inspect it and inhale the sweet evergreen scent. The tree skirt was wide and inviting to colorful wrapped boxes. Cranberry and popcorn strands wrapped the tree from bottom to top. An assortment of ornaments littered the branches. You peered into one of the big red baubles and smiled at your distorted reflection. Finally, you tilted your head upwards to take in the tree topper— a stunning golden star.

You spun around excitedly to appreciate the rest of the decorations. There wasn’t a corner or window without winter greenery. Festive cushions sat on either side of the couch. Stockings hung by the chimney with care. A miniature village of joyful folk lived on a console table by the entrance. You turned to face Cove, who had just finished lugging everything inside by himself. He shut the door and smiled at you, happy that you were already having a magical time.

Y/N: I’m sorry, Cove. I got a little carried away with—

You halted your own sentence. Your gaze drew upward to the ceiling above Cove. A mistletoe hung delicately in the doorway. Cove followed your sight, twisting his head for a better view. You strode towards him before he could speak. You stared at him intently and wiggled one of your eyebrows. He met your gaze again, already blushing intensely.

Cove: It’s one of those...

His sentence trailed off as you stepped even closer and hushed him.

Y/N: Just kiss me, you big, beautiful dumbass.

Cove gulped hard. He gently took your face in his cold hands. You hoped the heat from your blushing face would warm them. He bent towards you as you stood on your toes to meet the kiss. Your lips danced together sweetly. You parted after a moment and stared into each other's eyes. Cove’s ocean blue eyes glistened and crinkled with the wide smile that spread across his face. You dove into a hug, wrapping your arms around his tall frame. He returned the hug enthusiastically.

Cove: Let’s get everything unpacked and unwind. I need to get that fireplace lit as soon as possible.

You agreed and helped Cove locate a suitable location for the luggage. He paused with his gift-laden suitcase in hand. Face lost in thought, Cove's grip tightened on the suitcase.

Y/N: Everything okay, Cove?

Cove: Today is Christmas Eve.

Y/N: That it is.

Cove: Presents go under the tree on Christmas Eve.

You chuckled at his observations, but allowed him to continue speaking. He brushed it off casually.

Cove: I want this to be special, Y/N. If I put the gifts under the tree now you’ll see them and start wondering what’s inside.

The concern in his tone was apparent. It was just like Cove to worry so deeply about something most people wouldn’t think about. You pondered for a moment.

Y/N: Wait for me to fall asleep tonight, then sneak them under the tree like the real Santa Claus.

Cove laughed at the implication of a “real” Santa Claus. You were glad to see his mood lighten. He hesitated, then set the suitcase behind the others, careful to conceal it. Perhaps in an attempt to block you from using your x-ray vision to see through the luggage. You thought it was ridiculous, but in the sweetest way. Satisfied with the arrangement, Cove slapped his hands against his legs.

Cove: Well, now what? What Christmas activities does Y/N have planned today?

Y/N: Let me just pull out my Christmas to-do list.

You spoke sarcastically with a twinkle in your eyes. Cove rolled his eyes lightheartedly and wandered to the fireplace. While he fiddled with it you sank heavily into the couch. With an enthused “Aha!” from Cove, the fireplace roared to life. It crackled pleasantly.

Cove turned around to smile at you sweetly. He patted the ground next to him. You got up and settled in next to Cove. He wrapped his arm around you and drew you in closer. You immediately appreciated the warmth from both Cove and the fireplace. You leaned on his shoulder.

You spent the rest of the morning watching Christmas movies and munching on candy canes. For lunch, you and Cove made macaroni and cheese. You both welcomed the gooey warmth of the meal.

Imbued with energy from lunch, you leapt from your seat and proclaimed.

Y/N: We have to go outside and enjoy the snow before the sun goes down.

Cove made a sour face and spoke quietly without looking up from his now empty bowl.

Cove: Enjoy, yeah…

You sighed and clenched your jaw, restraining yourself. You knew Cove would be difficult regarding the snow, but hoped the special occasion would nudge him along.

Y/N: Fine. I’ll go outside myself.

Cove’s head immediately snapped up and he stared at you with wide, pleading eyes. He didn’t expect you to so easily give up on convincing him. You maintained an unimpressed expression while he spoke.

Cove: No, Y/N. I’ll come with you. You know I love spending time with you no matter what.

Your expression cracked with a hint of a smile, but you regained control.

Y/N: You’re going to hate it. Don’t bother.

You weren’t sure why you were being so stubborn with this. Cove was willing to compromise, but you still felt annoyed that his initial reaction put a damper on your mood. You shut your eyes tightly, now irritated by your own childishness.

Cove stood up and firmly gripped your shoulders. He waited for you to look at him. You met his gaze and stuck out your bottom lip in a small pout.

Cove: Let’s go build a snowman. It’ll be like building a sandcastle.

You sighed, but couldn’t resist his comforting voice and adoring eyes.

Y/N: I’m going to have to bundle you in layers. Gloves, a hat, maybe even a scarf.

Cove cringed at each word that escaped your lips. He nodded anyway. You both put on more winter gear in preparation for the snow activities. You held open the door for Cove, who hesitantly stepped outside.

Cove: This is way worse than the ice skating rink.

Y/N: You don’t say?

You loved teasing Cove for his blunt and often obvious statements, but he knew you adored him for it. He scoffed and stuck his tongue out at you.

Y/N: Careful with that, might get stuck on a pole.

Cove retreated his tongue and blushed lightly. You gently poked his tummy then grabbed his hand to lead him into the snow. You chose a wide open space away from the cabin for your snowman’s home. You started shoveling snow into a pile. Cove stood reluctantly nearby. You didn’t want to push him, but hoped he would join in the building.

To your surprise, it was only a moment before Cove dug his gloved hands into the snow. He smiled at you shakily while adding to your growing pile of snow. You went back and forth between adding snow and rounding the pile into a snowman base. Cove’s big hands proved useful in this endeavor. With the base done, you moved onto the head.

Y/N: We have to make the head smaller than the body.

Cove: How small? Do you want to give him a shrunken head?

You cackled at the thought, but shook your head.

Y/N: I think he deserves a normal sized head.

Between the two of you, the snowman’s head slowly grew. You stepped back to assess the size.

Y/N: I think that’s perfect. What do you think, Cove?

Cove stepped back as well and tilted his head. He spoke matter-of-factly.

Cove: Looks like a snowman.

Y/N: Not yet, he needs a face and arms.

You scoured the ground around you for twigs, leaves, and rocks. Cove did the same.

Cove: If only we had seashells. That would bring it all together.

With your findings combined, you got to work on designing the snowman. His face came together in a wide smile made of various pebbles. Leaves stuck to the top of his head represented the hair. Two sticks on either side of his body became the arms. Cove found several small pinecones to pin on his front like an array of buttons. Finally, the nose. You didn’t have a carrot on hand, so you opted for another one of Cove’s pointier pinecones.

Once again, you stepped back with Cove to admire your work. You wrapped your arm around him in a side hug, he returned the gesture with an arm around your shoulder.

Y/N: He’s beautiful.

You pretended to dramatically wipe a tear from your eye.

Cove: We should name him.

You agreed, and began to ponder names that would fit the snowman. After much deliberation, you settled on Sandy, as a memento of the inspiration for his existence.

Y/N: Sandy the Snowman, it really is perfect.

Cove: Next time we’re at the beach we should build a sandman and name him Snowy.

Cove waggled his eyebrows at you, hoping for a reaction to his hilarious joke. You couldn’t contain the grin that emerged from within. You were suddenly overcome by a wave of affection for Cove. His dorky jokes, the way he looked at you, his willingness to put his own comfort aside for your sake. You wanted nothing more than to push him down into the snow and ravage him. Knowing better, you instead decided to grab his hand again and lead him back indoors.

Cove followed with a small gasp at your sudden insistence. Once inside, you leaned Cove against the door and pressed your lips into his. You were desperate for his warmth. He returned the kiss passionately, running his fingers through your hair. You broke away from Cove, satisfied with your second mistle-toe kiss. Cove stood bewildered, disappointed by losing the warmth of your lips. You winked at him, never tiring of teasing your flustered fiancé.

You spent the rest of the afternoon enjoying each other’s company. You played board games, sang Christmas songs, and drank hot chocolate. As the evening emerged, a light snowfall began outside. You gazed out the window, hypnotized by the dancing snowflakes. Your eyes began to droop, and you felt the weight of the day pulling you down. You yawned and turned to Cove, who was already turning the couch into a bed. He must have sensed your weariness.

Cove threw some blankets and pillows into the bed and you dove right into the inviting warmth. He joined you and extended his arm to make his chest available to your sleepy head. You nuzzled in and closed your eyes, ready to drift away…

You stirred awake at the feeling of the mattress shifting. Your eyes fluttered open and tried to adjust to the darkness. Cove was climbing back into bed. It was completely dark outside, you judged it must have been a few hours after you fell asleep. Still half asleep, you muttered quietly to Cove.

Y/N: Santa, baby…

You couldn’t see his expression through the darkness, instead you heard a small chuckle. You held your arms out limply, hoping for a Cove cuddle. He took you in his arms and kissed the top of your head. You continued feebly, in a sleepy sing-song voice.

Y/N: So hurry down the chimney tonight…

Cove chuckled again and stroked your cheek gently.

Cove: I love you so much.

That was the last thing you heard before falling back into a deep slumber. Several hours later, the morning sun woke you. Cove was sleeping peacefully next to you, likely exhausted from playing Santa Claus last night. You turned over and rested your body on his chest. You peppered his face in tiny kisses until he awoke. His eyes eased open, a smile already growing across his face.

Y/N: Merry Christmas, Cove.

Cove: Merry Christmas, Y/N.

Unable to contain your excitement, you leapt out of bed, leaving Cove to fully wake himself up. You ran to your suitcase and recovered the small wrapped gift you got for Cove. You decided to place it beneath the already populated tree. Your jaw dropped seeing how many gifts Cove got you. You placed the gift down carefully and went to check on Cove.

Y/N: Please tell me you’re ready to open gifts.

Cove: I’m ready, but you have to open yours first.

You didn’t argue, you wanted to save your gift to Cove for last anyway. He joined you by the tree and sat cross-legged across from you.

Y/N: Where should I start? Is there any order to this madness?

Cove thought for a moment, then pulled out one of the presents. Shiny reindeer-imprinted paper covered the box. He held it out to you.

Cove: Definitely start with this one.

Impressed that he seemed to remember what was in each box, you took the gift with a smile. You tore open the paper and uncovered the joy within: an adorable stuffed dolphin. Your eyes lit up as you hugged the little guy. You thanked Cove, who immediately bestowed you with another carefully selected box. You giggled and repeated the process. The rest of the boxes contained: a book from your favorite series, tickets to an upcoming play, rare foreign candy, colorful seashells, and a beautiful ocean-themed puzzle.

You felt overwhelmed by the thought that Cove put into each gift. You struggled to find words besides “thank you.” However, Cove wasn’t done. He handed you a final box.

Cove: One more.

You unwrapped this one carefully, a mix of anticipation and nerves stirring within. Inside was a small album titled “Our Life.” You carefully lifted it out of the box and flipped through the pages. Each page was designed to represent a point in your lives together, from childhood all the way to this past summer. There were pictures, funny quotes, tickets from various events, and doodles. Cove even included the piece of paper from your infamous hang-man game.

You were already tearing up before you noticed a smaller box within the original box. With shaking hands and a pounding heart, you opened it.

Inside the box was a simple ring with an engraved wave design. You couldn’t stop the waterfall of tears that erupted from your eyes. Your emotions surged and your mind was spinning. Without speaking, you grabbed the present you put under the tree and offered it to Cove. He was visibly confused, even a bit concerned.

Cove: Y/N, is everything okay?

You spoke through tears.

Y/N: Just open it.

Cove silently complied. His fingers carefully removed the red and white pinstriped paper. He looked at you nervously before looking into the box. His eyes widened and glistened.

Cove: A ring…

You laughed shakily and scooted closer to Cove, still holding your own small box. He looked up at you, tears streaming down his red cheeks.

Y/N: We’re already engaged, but still got rings for each other. And look at how emotional we are about it!

Cove: I thought it would be nice to make it official with a real engagement ring.

You nodded in agreement, pleased that you were both on the same page.

Y/N: Let’s put them on each other.

You exchanged rings with Cove. He held your still shaking hand and carefully slipped the ring onto your finger. You did the same, relieved that the ring was a perfect fit on his finger.

You let out a massive sigh, it felt as if you had been holding your breath for ages. Cove was admiring the ring on his finger, his ocean eyes still glimmering with tears.

Cove: It feels as magical as it did the first time on the poppy hill.

You looked at him adoringly, unable to contain the crashing ocean of love you felt inside.

Y/N: Thank you, Cove. For putting in so much effort for me. All the time. But especially this Christmas. I know holidays aren’t your thing, especially not winter ones…

Rambling nervously, you felt like Cove in that moment. He invited you to sit on his lap with a simple pat. You settled in and waited. He cradled you close and spoke quietly but confidently.

Cove: You are my thing. You’re the best gift I could ask for. You make braving holidays and snow worth it. I can’t imagine how this day could get any better.

Cove was right. The morning was still fresh, and you were already swimming in bliss. You sniffled, feeling lucky to have him and looking forward to living your life with the man you love. Christmas Day would hold a special place in your hearts for the rest of your lives.

[volleychumps]

HIIIII!!! I just read your latest hcs and i was screaming when akaashi gave the reader his jacket :(((( i was hoping to put in a request for headcanons about the different captains giving the reader their jacket? The concept just has me so fuckin soft :))) i completely understand if you don't want to do it!!!!

I hope you enjoy, thank you for your support!!

Haikyuu Captains Giving their Crush their Jacket

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Daichi

- “Do you always lock up by yourself? What if you get mugged or something?” “...why would I get mugged, we live in the countryside.”

- “Wow Daichi, I was just trying to care, no need for saSs.”

- Sweatdrops when you push off the wall to walk ahead of him, causing him to release a deep chuckle as he jogs up to your side

- “are you actually mad right now?”

- “I don’t know. There’s a taiyaki stand over there. Totally unnecessary information.” You pout a little as Daichi shakes his head, an amused smile tickling the corner of his lips as he makes the turn to greet the old lady running the stand.

-  “Three please.” You hop a little in place in excitement when Daichi hands you the one filled with red-bean, the warm pastry sending tinges of heat to your skin as you look at the other two questioningly

- “...you like both flavors.” you fail to notice the flush to his cheeks as you grin brightly. “You’re forgiven!”

- chuckles, knowing you were never really mad in the first place as the two of you continue the walk home, casting glances at your giddy figure as you bite into the pastry

-suddenly frowns, noticing the thin material of your school uniform being your only coverage as you grasp at the taiyaki for warmth

- “You don’t have a coat?”

- You still, blinking in realization. Slowly, you turn to smile sheepishly at Daichi as he fights the urge to palm his face

- “How do you forget? In the middle of winter?”

- “Maybe it was your sass?”

- scoffs a little as he stops, turning so he’s facing you.

-He gives you a stern look as he moves to set his bag down on the side of the road, you blinking in confusion as the second taikyaki is suddenly being pressed against your lips

- “Bite.”

-Your look of confusion continues as you take the taiyaki in your mouth, the other remaining half-eaten in your hand as the other is holding your bag

- ignores your protests around the taiyaki as he slips his own coat off, looking down at you amusedly as he wraps it around your shoulders, the warmth and his scent embracing you immediately

- takes the taiyaki and your bag from your hands, eyes stern with a playful smile on his lips “Now put your arms in the sleeves.”

- the heat rushes to your cheeks at how large the coat was around you, and the heat intensifies when Daichi steps forward to zip it up for you all the way up to your chin

- You give him a look, what about you?

- leans forward to take a bite of the taiyaki hanging out of your mouth, chewing as he looks down at your shocked figure in slight amusement

- “This is warm enough.”

- Daichi you smooth fucker

Kuroo

- “Oi, be quiet. She’s asleep.” “You’re just saying that cause you like her-” “LEV shut up-” “You never care when I’m sleeping!”

- the whole bus freezes as you stir slightly in your sleep before relaxing again, allowing the team to sigh in relief as Kuroo glares at the tall Russian boy, who bows his head in apology to your sleeping figure

- “Kuroo, come switch places with me.” “What? Kenma, why?” “You’ve literally been looking over here like a puppy that lost its’ owner for the past hour.”

- scoffs, sputtering that Kenma was talking nonsense before agreeing immediately

-omg what a nerd

- nervously sits next to you, rigid in his seat as your eyes suddenly open and your neck lifts from its spot on the window, a look of irritation on your face

- “Shoot, did I wake you up?” You blink in a daze at the captain in the seat next to you, still half-asleep as your head plops down on the raven-haired boys shoulder

- “Sorry, do you mind? The window’s killing my neck.”

- Kuroo.exe has crashed

- “Nope! Nope, no not at all!”

- “Ahah what a siMp-” “Yaku don’t ruin this for him.”

- before he can death glare his team, he notices how cold your skin was from the arm that grazed his, quirking an eyebrow as he takes into account the slight trembling of your fingers

-ah. you were right under the AC.

- moves as slowly as he can to reach down into his duffel before emerging with his own jacket “(Y/N)?”

- “mm...yes?”

- “Can you sit up real quick for me?”

- holds his breath, thinking you look absolutely adorable as you sit up in a stupor, following his demand half-asleep as he manages to slip his jacket over your shoulders, allowing you to relax back into the seat and onto his shoulder

- “Better?”

- “Much.” he literally feels his breath hitch when you smile a little up at him. “You’re so warm.”

-you cuddle closer, causing Kuroo to become a blushing mess as he nervously wraps an arm around you

- “...he doesn’t care that much when I’m sleeping-” “Lev, literally no one cares”

Oikawa

- “Y/N if it’s too cold don’t eat it.” “don’t tell me what to do.”

- watches in slight amusement as you take a big bite of your anmitsu as if trying to prove a point, your eyes challenging as the dessert sweetens your mouth.

- “Cold?” A knowing smirk tickles the corner of his lips as he takes a sip of his hot coffee, knowing damn well eating ice cream in the middle of winter was a bad idea

- but you were stubborn. he liked that about you.

-before you can shake your head no vigorously, a sudden ache comes over your head, numbing it slightly as a whine slips your lips

-pretty bitch bursts out laughing through a barrage of I told you so’s, laughing receding when he sees the pout on your lips

- “you got a little something...here.” You cant fight the blush on your cheeks when his thumb swipes at the ice cream on the corner of your lip, swatting it away lightly

- “Stop. I’m not a kid.”

- “you’re right. Even kids admit when they’re wrong.”

- “what kids have you been talking to?”

- before he can retort to your witty reply, you visibly shiver from the coldness of the dessert, feeling another headache come on before Oikawa clicks his tongue

- Pretty boy stands from his seat across from you to slip his own coat over his shoulders, causing the other customers in the shop to glance over

- “my, it must be nice to be young.”

- “Oikawa...people are getting the wrong idea” when you try to slip it off, he clicks his tongue a second time before slipping it on again, fastening the clasp just below the chin so it’ll stay

- “And what if I want them to get the wrong idea?” His hands rest on your shoulders momentarily as your head tilts back to meet the eyes of your friend, brimmed with confusion

-“what-?”

-hoe wipes the ice cream from the corner of your mouth with his thumb, putting it in his mouth afterward as you become a stuttering mess

-smirks down at your flushed expression, feeling coldness on his tongue as his chest pounds with anticipation

- “you heard me.”

Bokuto (Scarf, not jacket...oop)

- “It’s freezing outside, y/n!” “Bokuto, for the umpteenth time, I’m fine. I have layers, see?” 

- guiltily can’t tear his eyes away from your form as you try to stop yourself from shivering, arms wrapped tightly around your figure as you remain seated to the bench for the bus. 

-“this is all my fault. I shouldn’t have messed the bus times up.”

- puts his head in his hands as he chuckles humorlessly, feeling depressed that his attempt at a hang-out that could possibly be a date blows up in his face. It was now ten pm, and the perfect day had been ruined by the cold weather and his jumbled bus times. 

- before he can enter a fit of depression, your surprisingly warm hands place themselves on his cheeks as you look at him with a stern tinge to your pupils 

- “Don’t blame yourself. This weather is the problem.” 

- nervously leans into your palms, noting how nice your hands felt against his skin before he suddenly brightens, starting to slip his scarf off

- “Akaashi’s gonna be here in ten minutes, you don’t have-” you stop immediately when Bokuto’s smile dims, snapping your mouth shut before nodding, giving him the go ahead to wrap his scarf around your neck

- becomes excited, and surprisingly gentle when his fingers graze your skin as he slips the warm cloth around your neck

- freezes, holding both ends of the scarf in either of his hands when he sees your embarrassed expression before swallowing back the lump of nervousness in his throat

- “Are you warm?” 

- “...yeah.” 

- smiles brightly as he presses his forehead against yours, causing you to gulp a little as Bokuto had pulled you closer by both ends of the scarf, your noses brushing

- “Bokuto-” “Just for a little.” 

- chuckles when he feels the skin of your forehead flare up even more in embarrassment, his fingertips grazing yours as you sat centimeters away from the most loving man on a bus bench 

- “Just a little longer, okay?” 

- “Okay.” 

Ushijima 

- “Do you have a cold or somethin’?” “Tendou you were just bullying me earlier, don’t pretend like you care.” “I’m just showing my affection for our lovely manager!” 

- daddy ushijima blinks when you sneeze into your elbow a second time, face betraying no emotion as he stalls his walking pace to meet yours as you trail into the gym with the rest of the team

- “Are you...okay?” 

- Hesitant baby can’t show emotion what a cutie 

- “The weather’s all it is. I can’t be worrying our star player at a time like this, so don’t worry, okay?” Your bright smile is a vivid contrast to the slight paleness of your skin, causing Ushijima to become analytical as he crosses his arms, standing in front of you 

- “It’s okay if you’re not.” 

- “And it’s okay if you get out on the court and get our team another win!” You spin him by his shoulders, slightly surprised he was letting you, before giving him a little push

- “Good luck!” 

- glances back at you as if he was hesitating before following your command, Tendou, who had stayed behind, whistling lowly 

- “He literally never listens to anyone but the coach.” The sly redhead draws up to you, smirking before starting his pace to follow his best friend. “Why are you so special?” 

- “Tendou, I have full control over your training schedule, don’t push it.” 

- “Mean~”

- can’t stop glancing over at you while on the court, noticing how you were trying your best to hide your sneezes and coughs as quietly as you can before he can’t take it anymore 

- so when the next time out hits, Ushijima is standing in front of your position on the bench as you scribble down on your clipboard, his team jacket with its’ #1 hanging from his grip loosely

- you sweat drop as the whole Shiratorizawa team seems to be looking on at what was happening, ignoring Tendou’s shit-eating grin “what’s up?” 

- silent for awhile, making you wait in slight anticipation for the usually stoic, talented boy. His arms move to wrap said jacket around your shaking form, kneeling down afterwards to zip it up as your face flushes 

- Now at eye-level, he meets you with an even stare. “Go to the nurse. I’ll come see you after.” 

- As you stutter out of embarrassment asking him why, he glances back as he walks back on to the court. “You told me to not be worried.” 

- You groan, listening to Tendou’s laugh as your face seems to heat up more in your hands. From fever or feelings, you couldn’t tell.

- “So that’s why you’re special.”

[yuzukult]

from home 05 || jjk & reader

title: from home  pairing: jungkook x reader genre: richkid!jk, baker!reader, fakedating!au, fluff, angst, e2l, smut in later chapters word count: 7.5k+ prompt: jungkook is the youngest of five boys, the last in line to truly inherit any his parents’ money. but what if his mom suddenly cuts him off due to his current poor behavior and he’s forced to learn how it feels like to be part of the working class? a/n: i was really excited to write this chapter and i still couldn’t get myself to make it longer... :( i suck...

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Stating that Jungkook was 'on edge' is an understatement.

His palms and armpits were sweaty from the moment he arrived at your apartment to grab you before going to meet your parents, despite the amount of layers of deodorant he has on. He's never had a real relationship before, let alone met any girl's parents, and he can't help but feel something churning in his gut. "Good to go?" You ask, and he merely nods, suddenly bashful because he feels like he is definitely not ‘good to go.’ "Alright, let's head out."

The ride on the bus to your family home is only 30 minutes away, and truthfully, he has never ridden on one before. Walking to yours, Hoseok, and his home were less than 15 minutes, the thought of taking the bus being the absolute last thing on his mind. 

Jungkook isn't exactly sure how he feels about the bus. The constant starting and stopping makes him nauseous; then the unsteadiness of having to hold the bars and handles throughout the vehicle all around seems unsafe. When there's an available seat, you sense his fear, nudging him cautiously, gesturing him to take the seat. "Sit," and granting he wants to offer it to you instead, Jungkook complies to the demand because he swears he's going to vomit. 

After getting off the public transportation that he vows to never take again, you guide Jungkook through a narrow road, he notices the neighborhood here was more concentrated than the ones in Busan; tightly knitted with homes that stacked on top of one another, side to side, and back to back. People hung their clothes on lines that stretch from apartment to apartment, piles of boxes stored on balconies, and plants resting on the borders with owners sitting idle on their porches, fixated on their hobby of people watching. 

Jungkook is known to be popular to the public, from magazines, gossip TV channels, social media posts, and the types continue on to the point that you couldn’t name them all on your own ten fingers. People don't often recognize him on the streets anymore because he's unrecognizable in regular everyday clothes but today, he learns that you're the celebrity.

The people in their homes say their greetings, making comments here and there as you entertain them with a response back, laughter dispersing in the air. There's an old lady that lounges on the steps of her home, a smile stretched so wide that her eyes disappear, all with a blanket laying across her lap, knitting away. "I haven't seen you around, I assume your mother is having a dinner party for the kids? I see you brought a friend!"

"Something along those lines," you retort indirectly, nose snug into your scarf. "You're not staying indoors? It's cold out."

"My husband keeps the heater on the home too high, I sweat like I'm going through menopause like I’m forty all over again, so I much rather be outside here. Anyways, I don't want to hold you up too long, but please come by for Christmas, I do have a sweater I knitted for you as well!"

Then there's a grandfather, another grandmother, and a couple who seems just a bit older than the two of you, and the list just goes on. Despite the whisper exchanges at the supermarket mentioning that you're intimidating, mean, and scary, it's obvious that you aren't or else you wouldn't be swooning the hearts of these strangers.

But there will always be an exception. Especially when the two of you run into a girl who looks close in age, hair dyed blonde with her lips painted fusion red. He could tell how curvy she was with how tight the winter coat hugs her frame, swaying her hips toward your direction as she eyes you both suspicious. "I see our town loser brought a friend."

"Mm," You nod, attempting your best not to amuse her, or else you’d be pouncing on her back by now. "Jungkook, this is Somin. A classmate of mine when I was in grade school." He bows in politeness, zipping up his jacket further while stepping closer to you. "Nice to meet you, Somin."

"Oh, no!" She gasps, a hand on her chest in exaggeration, completely flabbergasted by something he said. "Don't call me that. I go by Bella, since... you know, I am an American now. Being an American deserves the right name."

"You got your citizenship there?"

"No, but, I spent enough time there to know." She grins, shrugging her shoulders. Spent enough time there—you want to call out on her bullshit yet again, knowing she barely spent a month there before dropping out of school and coming back, but it'd be humiliating to mention that with Jungkook standing by, a stranger that she had only met a mere few seconds ago. "You said Jungkook... Are you perhaps, Jeon Jungkook of the Jeon Corporation?"

You furrow your brows. "How do you even know that?"

"Well, daddy invests in their stocks, of course." Fluttering her lashes, she manages to make her presence known to Jungkook as she moves in his direction. "And I saw his pretty little face in a magazine and couldn't help but admire."

Possessively, your hand slips into his pocket, intertwining your fingers together, causing warmth to creep up his neck and into his cheeks. "Well, great to see you, Somin. Jungkook and I have dinner plans with my parents."

"Whoa, wait, dinner plans?" Somin nearly exclaims, shifting aside to block your way. "Also, it's Bella, get that straight, will you? And why is Jeon Jungkook with you anyway?"

"We're dating," Jungkook interjects, clearing his throat. The words are still unfamiliar on his tongue yet he loves to flaunt them anyway. "I'm her boyfriend." He adds, tightening the grip on your hand as if Somin could see it. Her mouth drops open, unable to grasp onto the fact that you were able to land on a hunk like him. If only she knew how much knowledge of basic life skills he didn't have... actually, she might still have the same perspective. "There's no way. This is fake, right? You realize how rude she is, don't you?"

"No, it’s not fake, and well, kind of," Jungkook admits, scrunching up his nose at the thought. "But it's endearing. Wouldn't be as exciting if she wasn't always trying to banter with me, so I don't think I'd have it any other way. People mistake it for her honesty. I love a woman who can be true to herself and genuine with her words."

Just then, your mother peeks out of the front door of your childhood home, waving her arm eagerly, calling out your name. "Well, that's our cue. Thanks, Somin, for congratulating us on our new relationship. Hope you find someone yourself soon!"

"What—" Somin barely finishes her sentence before you're zooming past her, tugging Jungkook along. 

"I didn't know you had so many enemies," Jungkook says jokingly, a playful smile upon his lips. You roll your eyes before squinting them at him, squeezing his hand hard as he winces. "Now you know how little I care for them, watch out because you might become one."

Upon entering the home, Jungkook observes too many things at once. Your mother is in the kitchen, frantically maneuvering through the junk that your family has hoarded over the years, searching for whatever it is she needs for the task at hand. Your father sits comfortably on the couch, feet on the coffee table with a controller in hand, dozing off with a combination of quiet and loud snores escaping from him. As a family home, Jungkook believes it's small considering that you had mentioned previously that you had two other siblings. To think that your parents are still living in the same home they grew up in is amazing to him, knowing that his parents moved at least five times within his youth while you only stayed in one home.

"Uh, hello," He greets your mom, bowing as she places her hands onto his shoulders, shaking him in excitement. She looks almost like a replica of you, except older and much brighter. "You must be Jungkook! It's so great to meet you, I'm so happy that my daughter found someone. She's known to be a bit... cold, so knowing that you were able to warm her up means that you're definitely special!"

"You make me sound like a bad guy." You hiss before your little sister walks in, in the midst of tying her hair up into a ponytail. She resembled your mother than you did, a delighted expression that matched exactly the one your mother had on. "That's because you are, and any guy who dates you seem to run away once they find out." She halts in her steps when she notices Jungkook's face. "Oh my god, you're that model."

"Model?" Your mother reiterates, glancing back at Jungkook and then your sister. "Yeah, yeah, that model in the new edition of Elle. He was in it—he's listed as one of the 10 most desirable men under 30. No flipping way, how'd you even get him to even date you?" She pauses before pointing at Jungkook with a suspicious look on her face as his eyes widened. "Unless... you need her for something. What's she offering? It can't be her body, she's not sexy... is it her brains? You heard about her—"

"Miyoung." Your mother says sternly, interrupting your sister. "Just because Jungkook is a model, it doesn't mean that your sister is incapable of being loved by a man like that."

"Actually—"

"Oh, hey. You must be the boyfriend." A taller male enters the room, his hair messy and lids hooded from waking up barely minutes before. He's still in his pajamas, a loose grey shirt and red checkered pants, but from the outline of his shirt, Jungkook could tell this guy was built. "I'm Daehyun, also known as their big brother. It's nice to meet you." Jungkook is in awe, hand extending to shake with Daehyun's. He knows he's straight, but even as a straight guy he knows a pretty man when he sees one. 

Jungkook was starting to pick up as to why your exterior was so tough. With a younger sister who didn't have a filter to an incredibly handsome older brother, of course as the middle child you had to protect yourself. "Uh, yeah. And that's my little sister, Miyoung, who basically just attacked me for all of my insecurities within a minute. Thanks, kiddo."

"No problem, Unnie." She grins cheekily, seated on the high stool. "Did mom tell you I was back home from college for the weekend? That's why you're here?"

"Something like that," you respond ominously, hanging up your jacket along with Jungkook’s. Despite her preceding interrogation, she’s chewing on her bottom lip skittishly. "More like she forced me to come. Well, she didn't say anything yet but I felt a guilt trip coming so I just decided that I would come instead."

"Typical," Daehyun scoffs, leaning against the wall beside Miyoung. He sneaks a glimpse into the kitchen where your mother secretly runs back into, resuming in her work. "She's been desperate to get us all back together since the two of you moved out. Remind me again why I'm the only one stuck here?"

"Because you can't find a job." Miyoung and you remind him in unison and he frowns. The interaction between the three of you is crystal clear evidence that you guys are related. "Well, geez, hurt a guy, why don't you? See what I have to deal with, Jungkook?"

With some time left until dinner, the four of you crowd at your small dining table, conversing away about updates in your lives. Miyoung is in University an hour away from home, residing there for an easier commute, and Daehyun stays at home with an ambition to find a job that fits his degree. Daehyun still dates from time to time but he admits that he can’t tend to his needs because well, his mother is a room away, and oddly enough, albeit Miyoung babbles on about other things, she’s silent about her love life. Neither Miyoung and Daehyun are able to hold a steady job, he observes, and he’s starting to pick up as to why you’re so adamant about keeping both of yours. Jungkook learns that everything seems to gravitate toward one of the two phrases from your siblings when it comes to finances and they are: “Mom can handle it,” or “I’m going to let Dad do it so I don’t have to.”

From what Jungkook can gather, your siblings seemed to have different outlooks on life compared to you—they still depended on their parents whilst you were already hunting for opportunities of your own before Miyoung’s age so you didn’t have to ask for money.

“Are you still upset with me about what happened a year ago?” Miyoung finally asks you, chewing on her nails nervously. It seems to be something she’s been holding back from you, Jungkook takes a note of the way her eyes were filled with worry. “Of course,” You reply nonchalantly, leaning back against your seat with your arms crossed. “How could I not be? But you’re my sister, so I can’t actually be mad at you.”

Miyoung begins to tear up— glassy gaze with her bottom lip quivering, in spite of the previous aggressiveness she presented when you first entered the house. Before Miyoung could get another word in, your mom comes in with a guilty expression on her face. She calls your name faintly, a pout upon her lips. “Can you and Jungkook go out and grab me a couple things before dinner?”

Jungkook can’t get the question that Miyoung brings up out of his mind. In the middle of an aisle at another one of his mother’s grocery stores, your lips are pursed in thought at which brand of soy sauce would your mom like more. 

“What was Miyoung going on about?” He eventually asks, but he holds his breath in case you decide to sock him for querying you about something so personal. Strangely enough, you open up. “Miyoung fell in love with my ex. He told me they didn’t do anything but he was in love with her, so we broke up. I thought I was going to settle with him but— guess not.”

Jungkook’s eyes expand like a deer in headlights. “Your little sister is dating your ex-boyfriend? And they were in love with each other during your relationship? I would’ve given her an uppercut if I were you— are you seriously still buying the banana milk she asked for?” He’s trailing behind you as you lead him toward the drinks; your face brightening from the lights from the fridges. How could someone who lost their boyfriend to their little sister seem so put together in the first place? Was this was Hoseok was talking about that your men streak was horrendous? 

“Because she’s my little sister. At the end of the day, I want her to be happy.” Throwing a pack into the cart, Jungkook continues to push it while following you, mind still foggy and angry about the situation. Here you were, with a guy who you’d fallen in love with to the point of considering settling down, then finding out he’s been in love with your sister... he feels like this is all a fever dream and isn’t an ounce real. “You’re fucking with me right?”

You look at him with perplexity. “What do you mean?”

“This sounds crazy. You’re serious? Miyoung stole a guy from you and you’re just going to be the bigger person here and not do anything about it?”

“What am I supposed to do? Throw a tantrum? Get in the way of their relationship that is obviously blossoming in a good way?”

Jungkook pauses. Was this what it was like in another family? Or at least yours?

In comparison, he perceives that within his family, outbursts were everything. Getting attention and being recognized for any wrongdoing was immensely important— he knew that if he stole a girl away from one of his brothers, he wouldn’t make it out of the house alive. His mother, including father, would never forget it. The chattering would be heard through the grapevine amongst the housemaids, drivers, and employees of the company. Even news media outlets would dabble a bit into the family drama, adding fuel to the fire. He could never react the way you did, at least, he hopes he would, but realistically speaking, he knew he wouldn’t be able to do it.

Yet, with you, it seemed simple enough. Sure, your heart was broken, but how were you going to be with someone who didn’t love you back?

“If you love someone, you let them go.” You say calmly when Jungkook doesn’t respond back. “Keeping them around for your benefit doesn’t solve anything. If he wasn’t truly happy with me, I want him to be happier with someone else. And if that person so happens to be with Miyoung, what am I supposed to do?”

“But... you’re not happy.” Jungkook declares with no hesitation. He recalls the time where you felt bad for him for not having the best upbringing, and he’s starting to understand the emotion that ran through you. “I’m happier now,” You concede, placing the last ingredient your mom has on the list for you to purchase, turning your back at Jungkook. “Now that I met you.”

His heart flutters at the comments, and he’s desirous about bringing up the topic of the kiss again. Jungkook resists the urge to because he could tell from the way your silhouette begins to quicken its pace toward the checkout line that you really didn’t want to talk about it. 

When the two of you arrive back at your house, your father is jolted awake. Jungkook greets himself to the elder man who only grins brighter than the sun—something Jungkook is trying to grasp where your grumpiness comes from— and instantaneously directs him to the dinner table where your mom has a ton of side dishes laid out with six place settings for you all.

During the meal, there was nothing but exchanging stories, laughter, and elation that swarms the room. If this was what family meant, Jungkook wanted it. And the more he thinks about it, the more he wants it to be with you.

Nothing is working out for Jungkook.

This week, the pipe in his apartment burst. Something about— it’s winter and when it’s cold, the water freezes within the pipe and it expands the material, causing the pipe itself to burst, he doesn’t quite understand how the whole plumbing system works, but he knows that he can’t use the water in his apartment and has to go to yours and Hoseok’s for the week for a shower until the landlord can get it fixed.

Then, one of the deli guys called off because he apparently had the runs which meant that there was a shift change— Jungkook having to cover since whomever was working that day didn’t have the skills to do it.

Skills? Jungkook curses underneath his breath when he recites that word in his head repeatedly because he cuts his finger on the meat slicer as he winces, calling out your name. Coming to his side, you pull out the first aid kit and force him to sit down on one of the stools, tying elastic on a higher point of his finger to stop the blood from gushing out. “You alright?”

“Yeah, I just... I didn’t need to be put here, right? Someone else could’ve done this, I have no idea how to use a slicer.”

“I know,” You coo, wiping some of the antiseptic on the wound as he whimpers at the sudden sting. “The new shift manager panicked, she wasn’t sure what to do since the guy with the actual food preparation license is going to be here a bit late so she put you here. Not exactly the best plan.” After bandaging him up, you wash your hands underneath the faucet as Jungkook slouches in the seat.

Nothing really was going his way.

It doesn’t even stop there. Unexpectedly, his mother calls for dinner but you’re on shift, therefore you wouldn’t be able to attend. He’s tempted to down a glass of whiskey on ice, his signature drink, but when he opens the cabinet in his kitchen, he falters at the image of your face. Would you be disappointed if you saw what he was doing? And Hoseok? What would he say?

Retracting his hand back, he immediately slams the door shut at the thought of the consequences.

Dinner is the usual at the Jeon residence. Father sits at the end of the dining table, the typical beige cloth napkin spread across on his lap while in his usual work attire, glasses rested on the tip of his nose as he’s ready to dive in with a fork and spoon in hand. Mother is settled beside him, pretty as ever and calm in comparison to the hell that’s going to let loose in a couple minutes. The unknown? Who is going to blow up this time and who will they be comparing themselves to?

The answer? Jongseok and Jungkook.

Jongseok is upset to the point that he articulates every word with spit nearly projecting from his mouth to the opposite side of the room. The vein on his temple is stressed to the point that all Jungkook can think about is when it’s going to pop. “Why are you guys always babying Jungkook? You realize the kid is fucking working at a grocery store right? And not just any grocery store, either, but it’s mother’s chain.”

“Okay?” Father retorts, forehead wrinkling in puzzlement. “Isn’t he trying to prove himself worthwhile? Didn’t he find that job himself, despite it being your mother’s chain? He’s paying for his mistakes, learning basic life skills along the way, and even landed himself a serious girlfriend who can hold his hand through these tough times, since, after all, you’re the one who suggested we cut him off. If I’m being honest, I think we should give him access to our funds again.”

A scoff of incredulity comes from Jongseok. He’s a ticking time bomb in this moment; jaw twitching in frustration with the tips of his ears heated red. Even though he’s the target yet again, Jungkook is sober now, mind clear of the fog and the ability to defend himself for once. “I don’t get it. Why are you even mad at me? I’m trying here, right? You’re the one who wanted me to get cut off so desperately— and congrats, by the way, because I did. I had to find a job myself, one I’m not a fan of, and I’m barely making it by. I lost water in my apartment this week, cut my hand on one of those deli slicers, sprained my ankle on my way to work— and that’s only a portion of my bad week. Yet here I am, sitting at the dinner table with people who claim that they love me when you’re here flipping shit at father. What do you want from me?”

“For your name to be completely off the will.” Jongseok finally says what he has been actually feeling unperturbedly, not an ounce of affection in his tone with a gaze that could pierce through Jungkook. “You have nothing to offer to this family. Why we keep you around— I don’t know. Why should you have any portion of our estate and company assets when all you’re doing right now is working at the supermarket. Tell me, Jungkook, why do you deserve to be part of any of this?”

Jungkook hates how childish he’s being, but he feels like he has the right to. The flickering colorful lights and music booming through the speakers of the club are tuning out the words his brother exclaims at his parents, and the amount of alcohol passing through his lips are numbing the pain that tears through his chest. Your face pops up in his head; your laugh, your smile, and the comfort in the underlying messages through your tough love— he wishes that all of that was enough to heal the sting in his heart and fill the hollowness that his family left.

He doesn’t remember any of these people sitting at this table with him, even though they’re hollering in excitement that “Jungkook is back again!” The girl placing a hand on his chest with his arm around her shoulder isn’t you, but he knows that if it was, you’d be so displeased at how wasted he is. Honestly, this feels wrong. Nothing sits right in his stomach and when another pretty gal with her dress hiked up to the point he could see her thong from where he’s on the couch, he’s not even attracted to her. All he could think about was you, and that scowl on your face when he tells you about this night. He could hide it from you but he’s not going to lie to himself— if he wanted to improve for the better, it meant being straightforward and authentic. Jungkook came here to let loose because the events that occurred at the estate tonight was something he wants to forget.

Turning to the girl beside him, his eyes are hooded and vision is blurry when he asks, “What’s your name again?”

When her rosy plump lips open, she says her name but the voice that comes out of it is deep and oddly familiar. “Hyeri?” Why does she say it like a question, and why is her voice so low? Just then, a hand clenches the fabric of his shirt, pulling him up and he meets the proprietor of the response. Hoseok.

Hoseok drags Jungkook’s weak and frail frame out into the alleyway behind the club, fuming to the point that smoke could’ve been whistling out of his ears. “What the fuck are you doing here? And with Hyeri, of all people! I thought I told you to stop fucking around, dude! I-I thought you knew how much she means to me. Out of the people I’ve partied with— you were my actual friend.” He clenches his jaw before Jungkook could even answer, a fist tightening in his hand. “You’re such a fuck up, Jungkook. So much for a friend.” 

Then everything blacks out.

His entire body hurts. His head is pounding, he can barely open one of his eyes, and his legs are so sore he can hardly shift on the bed— on a bed? He doesn’t have a bed. He has a futon but not a bed. Startled, he attempts to sit up against the bed frame, the other eye opening to skim through the room. 

He’s never been in your bedroom before, but the pictures of you graduating college hanging on the corkboard above your desk, concert tickets, Polaroids, and holiday cards thumbtacked beside them is all the evidence he needs to know it’s yours. Jungkook wants a closer look at them, he can scarcely make out the cute little smile on your face with your family in attendance in the picture, but when he puts weight onto his arms, he groans. Seconds later, you’re bursting through the door, out of breath and worry in your eyes. “Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good,” Voice hoarse, he realizes how dry his throat is and you lean over to the bedside table to hand him the glass of water you had there originally. “Don’t move, idiot. You’re actually really torn up if you didn’t feel it with all that alcohol in your system.” Inviting yourself onto the foot of the bed, Jungkook frowns after he finishes the entire glass, much more dehydrated than he initially thought. “Trust me, it’s gone now. I feel every ounce of pain. What happened? I blacked out.”

“No shit,” you retort harshly, rolling your eyes at him. “You were drunk as hell, but you didn’t black out from that. Hoseok saw you getting all cozy with Hyeri and knocked the shit out of you. What happened, Jungkook? Why were you there in the first place? Did something happen?”

Reading the expression on your face, he fears for the worse but he doesn’t see any hint of dissatisfaction anywhere. There’s no anger, no resentment, no frustration— none of that. Just curiosity smeared across, genuinely worried about his well-being. “Are you upset that you found out I was there?”

“I was mad that Hoseok called me to come grab you, at first, so kind of, yeah. But if you’re trying to figure out if I’m disappointed in you, then no, I’m not. Old habits are hard to kill, so I understand that you’re trying to cope with something. I just want to know why you were there in the first place and why were you getting all lovey dovey with Hyeri—“

“I wasn’t getting lovey-dovey with Hyeri,” Jungkook exasperates, head falling back against the headboard, closing his eyes shut, interrupting before you lead the conversation into a lecture. “She was just some girl that sat down and claimed a spot next to me. I didn’t even know she was Hoseok’s girl.” There’s a pregnant pause in his explanation, and you don’t break off his train of thought. “I... I went because Jongseok called me useless tonight, yet again. It didn’t bother me as much as it did before, you know, before I met you, and it’s probably because I wasn’t intoxicated or the fact that I’m actually trying now and he still thinks I’m useless. He wants me out of the will.”

“He’s jealous that he’s the problematic child now, not you.” Making your way up the bed, you’re seated on top of the covers, settled adjacent to Jungkook. “If it makes you feel any better, I think you’re way more useful than you had been initially. I usually do the dishes at my parents’ house, mostly because I’m the middle child, but you did it for me instead. I consider that a huge accomplishment from who you were before.”

As much as he hates to admit how warm and fuzzy he feels inside just from that small achievement, it’s a resemblance of the time when he was younger and won an award for being most creative in his kindergarten class. How are you able to lift up his mood so easily by just saying a few words?

“I… is Hoseok really pissed?”

“A bit,” you reply sincerely and apologetically, even though none of this had been your fault. “He’s been in love with her even before I met him. She was all he could talk about, and I guess she finally gave him a shot, only to drop him a month later. I don’t know much about her, but I know she’s a gold digger from the stories he shared.”

Jungkooks face drops when his gaze meets yours. “Have you ever told him that?” You laugh—the melody that practically heals his wounds on the spot. “No, are you crazy? He’s blinded by love, Jeon, and any interference with that, I’m done for, probably cut out entirely from his life. Have you never been in love before?” 

He wants to say that he hasn’t, not until he met you, but you continue without expecting a response from him anyway. “Well, that’s just how he is. You could tell him a billion times that this girl isn’t for him but he’s never going to care about what I say until something actually happens.”

“I really care about Hoseok, though, and I want the best for him.” His doe-brown eyes are glossy, full of cherish for his friend. “And he cares for you too, Jeon. Just give him some time.” Quickly, Jungkook twists away, gaze avoiding yours as he clears his throat a couple times.

“Are you... okay?”

“Y-Yeah,” He says, choking up on his own words. “Hurts a little. Hoseok is strong.”

You furrow your brows. “Hey, look at me.” He doesn’t react. “Jeon,”

“Can... you give me some space?” 

Pulling your lips into a straight line, you contemplate whether or not to listen to his words or go against him. He’s been living in a home full of people yet still feeling alone, with no one to listen to his perspective on things. Maybe it’s time you change that.

Abruptly, you swing your leg over his thighs, hands cupping his cheeks just like you did that fateful night. He swore his heart stopped beating. “What are you—” There’s tears brimming in his eyes, you realize, with some escaping, trailing down his cheek. He sniffles. “You’re crying?” You’re stating the obvious, yet somehow it comes out as a question. “Don’t cry. Why are you crying?”

“I’ve never had a friend love me before, a friend who actually liked me for me and only wanted to spend time with me because of who I was, not who my family was. Did I really fuck up with Hoseok?” You frown, thumb rubbing against his cheek to wipe away his tears. Truthfully, you never really knew how to react when someone fell apart like this, but with Jungkook, it felt natural, the comforting. It might’ve been the sunlight peering through the windows of your room that made everything toasty, thawing out your cold heart, or it was just Jungkook. “Maybe. But I doubt he wouldn’t give you a chance to explain yourself though. I mean, yeah, you’re bruised all over because he really beat you up... but, I’m sure this evens things out. Plus, I’m your friend and I love you too.”

He sighs, shoulders plunging with his hands creeping up to your waist unconsciously, tenderly steering you to sit on his thighs. Swallowing at the feeling of his body flattened against yours, you’re attempting to shake your head from the dirty thoughts. Jungkook feels at ease, detecting the words come from your mouth, yet he wants more. He craves for more, especially since that night in Busan and he isn’t sure he can hold himself back anymore.

“I... What happened that night in Busan?” Lifting your weight off him, he only stops you by putting down more pressure to stop your escape. Despite being in an awful lot of pain, he still manages to overpower you in strength. “Please don’t avoid this. If Jongseok didn’t come to our door that night, it would’ve led to something more. I want to know, please, what does it mean?” Cheeks burning, you stare at the wooden headboard behind him, except Jungkook knows your next steps before you do because his finger is already on your chin, guiding your view back onto him. He doesn’t need to say anything because the look he gives you says it all, tell me.

“Okay, okay,” You cringe, the idea of talking about this makes your stomach feel queasy and want to recoil in dread. “White flag. I’ll talk.”

“Enough of this white flag nonsense, just tell me.”

Belatedly gathering enough courage, you spill. Although your heart feels like it’s jumping through hoops from suspense, you realize that you can’t hold yourself back any longer anyway. “I’m... attracted to you, alright? I mean, I’m not sure how I feel about you 100% emotionally, because I still feel like we’re on different pages here, but I feel like I kind of like you? If this goes any further, I wouldn’t necessarily be opposed to it.”

That’s... it? Admittedly so, Jungkook was hoping for more of a confession, something along the lines of, ‘I really like you, Jungkook’ but he’d have to settle for this. This was definitely a step closer to where he wants to be. “So... you’d date me, that is. There’s still an opening somewhere.”

“I-I mean, I guess so... why?”

“Because well, I can’t stop thinking about that night, and I know that for sure that I like you.” He discloses. “And if there’s even a bit of an opening, I want a shot at it.”

You scoff. “With me? You want an actual shot with me? After spending time with my family, you want to still try to swoon me?” There’s a smile tugging on Jungkook’s lips; there’s a blackish-bluish bruise underneath his eye, the side of his lips red and blotchy and the entirety of his body is either swollen or bruised, and yet, he still endures the pain to be beaming brighter than the stars. “Of course, you met my family, right? Yours is nothing complicated in comparison... well, maybe your sister. But for once, I feel like I belong here, with you, I feel like I’m home. So, will you give me a chance to win you over?”

“Don’t you think you’re rushing this whole thing? This... you thinking you like me kind of thing.”

“Are you going to keep wasting your time?” He blurts, a hint of annoyance in his tone. “You wasted how long with some guy only for him to ditch you for your sister. What about your happiness, and what you want? None of this is fair to you. What if I could possibly give that to you, that happiness? Would you actually give me a chance?”

Sincerely, you didn’t know what the relationship with Jungkook held and what it would mean in the future. But what he asserts is right with the things he repeats in Busan about being selfish for once replays in your head again, and you finally decide to take a shot at it.

Was it the high of saying ‘yes, okay’ to Jungkook or the painkillers he took earlier because when your lips meet with his, he feels like he’s floating in mid-air. Your tongue is wet and soft when it fights with his, and when his hands on your waist pull you in closer, the bulge in his pants isn’t discreet, raging for attention, twitching against your thigh while your fingers knots through his hair tightens in response to your bottom lip suddenly tucked in between his teeth. The room feels steaming hot, especially when your hips start to move against his, emitting a groan from him as hand trails down to your ass to give it a harsh squeeze in consequence. His jeans from last night are still on and they’re straining in his crotch uncomfortably.

This is escalating so fast—just as quickly as his heart is beating in his chest, almost popping out of his chest cavity. Your natural scent is intoxicating, clouding up his mind to the point that he doesn’t think he needs the alcohol to forget the pain his family has caused him anymore, because you’re mending the pieces of him together. Your hands trail down to his neck, tugging him closer before they wander down to his biceps, giving him a gentle squeeze that releases a wince from him. 

Just as abrupt as the kiss, you pull away with a concerned and panic expression, with your mouth open in aghast. “Oh my god— I forgot you were still injured—” As you’re trying to move back, you stumble on his legs and collapse onto the floor.

“What— hey, are you okay?” He says, breathless as he leans over to check on you sprawled on the floor. Swiftly hopping back on your feet, he observes you clearly with your hair disheveled, cheeks tinted pink, and swollen lips. There’s a look of achievement on his face from the sight of a disoriented you. “Uh, um, yeah. I-I’m good,” Flustered, you push a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m... I’m going to get dinner ready for the both of us, uh, I’m going to leave you to it,” you’re awkwardly gesturing his crotch before rushing out the room and slamming the door shut.

He can only laugh at your reaction. At least his week wasn’t that bad after that kiss, right?

Jungkook stirs awake from the sound of chatter in the living room, voices familiar that he can associate them as yours and Hoseok’s. Unexpectedly, he sounds melancholic, the muffled sounds from your walls, almost to the point of whimpering mixed with your soft assuring words. He figures he should get a closer perspective of this, maybe enough where he can make out what the two of you are conversing about.

He’s not far off from shrieking when he angles his leg too far, but he bites his bottom lip in prevention of any sound, eyes rolling to the back of his head at the torment. Careful, he reiterates like a mantra in his head, chanting it until it’s engraved in his brain. When he reaches the door, he opens it slowly and just barely, to peek out and see the scene unfold before him.

“She told me that they didn’t do anything,” Hoseok exclaims, face in his hands as his elbows are resting on his knees. “That she chose to be there, and Jungkook was just lounging on the couch. That if anything, she wanted him to fuck her. Isn’t that ridiculous? How could she say that?”

You’re seated on the armrest of the loveseat, hand rubbing against Hoseok’s back soothingly. “I know, Hobi, I know. You might’ve been the right one for her, but at the end, she wasn’t the right one for you.”

“I could’ve changed,” He emphasizes, spinning his gaze to meet yours. His eyes are crimson and swollen from his tears, restlessness fills in those orbs. “I love her so much.”

“Well, and you love Jungkook. He’s in the other room, beat up and crying because he thought he lost you. He didn’t do anything wrong and you tore him to shreds! Earlier when we were making—“ You pause, clearing your throat when you realize where you were leading the conversation, Hoseok raising a brow in confusion at the action. “Earlier, I mean, I went to check on him and he was whining in pain. You really hurt him, Hoseok, and not just physically either. He’s both hurt emotionally and physically.”

He frowns. “I mean, I guess... I guess it wasn’t his fault.”

“There’s no guessing, idiot. It wasn’t. He was honestly too wasted to even realize that she was sitting beside him. Poor kid reeked of alcohol that I almost made him sleep on the porch. But he would’ve gotten robbed so... I let him stay in my room and I slept on the couch.” Jungkook glowers at the thought of you struggling to find comfort on the small sofa, wishing you would’ve chosen to sleep by him instead.

“Can I... talk to him?” Hoseok finally asks, looking down at his hands in embarrassment. His knuckles were red, contused from the one-sided fight he had with Jungkook the night before. “I fucked up, and I’m sure he thinks that he really fucked up.”

You hum for a moment before an idea pops into mind. “How about... you go out and get takeout? I’ll check on him, prep him for your appearance, and then you guys can hash it out?”

You don’t take no for an answer, pushing Hoseok out the door shortly, and a soft smile tugs on the edges of Jungkook’s lips before he lightly shuts the door and tip toes back into bed, pretending to be deep in slumber.

When you come into the room afterwards with a wet rag in hand and a bucket of warm water, his heart swells. Patting the towel against his wounds while seated at the edge of the bed, he hastily has a hand wrapped around your wrist, shocking you in the midst of your activity. “Oh— you’re awake?” He gingerly kisses the palm of your hand, heat clogging your face . “Yeah. And, thank you. For everything. I owe you a lot.”

“I—uh, maybe you’ll reciprocate this for me as well, one day?” You respond dubiously. “But... you also might not know how to do it so—“

“Are you still trying to make jabs at me after I made such a sweet comment?”

“Well, I’m just being honest, do you even know how to take care of another person?” You shoot back. “You couldn’t even get yourself back home, I had to be called and drag you back here myself, and my god, you’re heavy—“ He hauls your arm closer, dragging you along with it until your nose is inches away from his. “Can I kiss you again? I miss the way your lips feel with mine.” Even when he says the words in a volume that’s barely a whisper, his breath fans against your skin harshly, causing goosebumps to crawl up your spine.

The door pounds shut and before you can tear away from Jungkook’s hold, Hoseok is already standing in the threshold of the bedroom, mouth wide open in shock before it immediately fades into a mischievous grin. “What did I tell you, Kook? Which one was it first? You or her?”

[fandom-puff]

Exhaustion

Pairing: Jon Snow x reader

Requested by: anon

Summary: you’ve been up for well over a day, helping Queen Sansa with returning winterfell to its former glory. Jon, back from the Wall now that Greyworm has ventured to Naath grows increasingly concerned for your health as you wear yourself to the bone

AN: so yeah this is totally a season 8 fix it bc we all got incredibly screwed over :) can you tell I’m not too fond of Danaerys after about... season 1? Anyways I love writing for game of thrones lol! Gif creds, as always, to the owner <3 ALSO: YNN= your nickname

Warnings: sleep exhaustion, season 8 spoilers

“There is damage to the wall, my queen, the entrance to the castle as well. The stables were burnt by dragon fire, the armoury... well, most of it is gone. The statues of the direwolves are also destroyed, more so than when the Bolton’s were here,”

Sansa nodded slowly, her hands grasping the ornate wood carvings of the arms of her throne. She looked sideways to you, her closest friend and most loyal advisor, a lady from a lesser house in the north. You turned to the fellow Northman in front of you and surveyed him for a moment.

“For now, we have little need of an armoury. For any horses who survived the dragon fire, we will source wood to build a temporary stable so they may sleep out of the cold,” you said.

“Lord Bronson, please see that the horses are kept sheltered and that any builders hired are paid adequately for their time,” the queen addressed her newly appointed master of coin. “As for the damage to the wall of the castle, we need stone and men to rebuild it. Scope around for volunteers in the keep, they too will be paid for their extra work,” the man nodded and bowed to his queen. “As for the statues... have the Smithy melt down any damaged weapons and use the steel to remodel the Direwolves,” the master of coin scribbled down the funds and nodded.

“That is all, my queen,” the man said.

“And what of the Northmen? Those nearer the wall will have been hit hard by winter and the night king. The harvests were poor, the livestock is weak. We have an excess in our own kitchens. I want hearty food and good ingredients delivered to the villagers to ensure they survive until a more permanent solution is found,”

“Your highness, perhaps we should send a raven to your brother in the south? Out of loyalty to you and his ally, the North, arrangements can be made between the Crownlands and their ports and the fertile grounds of the Reach? Just because the North is now independent does not mean we ought to sever trade links entirely,” you said slowly, your hands clasped in your lap.

Sansa was quiet for a moment. You could see the internal struggle between wanting to do everything herself without help from the south, and wanting to keep the people fed and strong. She turned to you slowly. “Have a message sent to Bran,” she said firmly, nodding slowly to show she trusted you. “Surely there are resources we can trade with Kings Landing. Have another sent to Highgarden, I believe the Reach was relatively unscathed by the Mad Queen,” you bit back a smirk at that nickname. “They have always been fond of our embroidery,” you nodded. “Thank you for your report,” Sansa turned again to the man in front of her. “We will set to work as soon as possible. You are dismissed. Go and see to your wife, my Lord, I believe she is reaching the end of her pregnancy,” she smiled kindly, and with a low bow, the man left the hall.

With no one in the room but herself, you and the master of coin, Sansa sagged into her throne.

“You’re doing wonderfully, your highness,” you said gently, smiling softly at her. “Winterfell is almost restored and I have never seen a ruler show such compassion and sensibility to her subjects. The King of the South will help us- he probably knows already. And if need be, I will tell my brother that I’m staying at winterfell a while longer, should you need me. I trust him not to run my House’s keep to the ground while I’m gone,”

Sansa smiled at you with appreciation, and she soon gave you leave while she went to visit her Maester. As you were reaching the door, she called out. “YN! I’ve had word from Castle Black. Jon is returning to Winterfell. He should be here tonight,” you tried to hide your excited smile, and couldve sworn you saw a sly smirk tugging at Sansa’s lips as you bowed slightly and hurried off to your chamber.

Jon was coming back! You had been furious when the unsullied had him banished to the wall for killing the Mad Dragon Queen. From the moment you saw Danaerys, you did not trust her in the slightest, having heard the stories from across the Narrow Sea. In your eyes she was a glorified tyrant, as mad as her father and as deceptive as Queen Cersei. You knew she was almost nothing without her dragons, which caused more harm than good. Breaker of chains, she had called herself, when in reality she forged chains of her own- bend the knee or die was not a free choice, it was a threat, and had Danaerys Targaryen taken the throne as she was adamant she deserved it, you would’ve been slaughtered for your loyalty to the North, to the Old Gods, to your family, your friends, and not to a glamorous tyrant who would surely burn Westeros to the ground just as her father had planned.

Once returned to the north, you and Sansa had spoken of Jon a few times, and Sansa always got a mischievous glint in her eyes when you did. She must have planned his return, as he had no real need to stay beyond the wall after the Unsullied left for Naath. Smiling to yourself, you set to preparing yourself for dinner, asking a few passing maids to help you draw a bath. Unlike most nobles, you helped the maids, rather than watch them, and spoke kindly as you heated the water for your bath. Once there was enough water, you thanked them and allowed them to leave as you bathed, washing your hair and scrubbing your skin. Once towelled dry, you rubbed sweet smelling oils into your skin, before slipping into your smallclothes and a simple, yet beautiful, dark green gown, discretely embroidered with your house’s sigil at the trim of the neckline and up from the wrists of your long sleeves. Lacing the dress up at the side, you sat in front of your mirror and set about sorting out your hair, towelling it dry and braiding it around your head. Finally, you fastened a simple silver chain around your neck, your sigil hanging over your heart.

Smiling to yourself, you stood, leaving your chamber and walking to the Great Hall where dinner was normally held. When you slipped through the door, however, the room was empty, only a few candles lit. Frowning, you turned, hearing the sound of two sets of footsteps as Sansa and Jon rounded the corner. Sansa trailed off from what she had been saying and smirked slightly as she pushed Jon towards you.

“Er... Lady YLN,” he spoke in his thick, northern burr. You repressed a shiver and have him a bright smile.

“Jon! Just YN, remember?” You said, slowly walking towards him. Gladly, he accepted your embrace, and you buried your face into the thick furs at his shoulder, not caring about the flecks of snow. You pulled away and beamed at eachother, before Sansa cleared her throat.

“I thought we’d take dinner in my chambers,” she said. “The three of us reunited,” you both nodded and followed your queen. “Jon, I’ve had a room prepared for you, there should be a fire to warm you and new clothes there too,”

“But, your majesty, I... I took the black. I’m in exile,” he said lowly, frowning.

Sansa merely smiled and carried on walking. “No. You were in exile, therefore unable to take an oath of any sort. That, however, was when the unsullied insisted on ‘justice’. The unsullied are settled in Naath, and furthermore, you are a Northman. The north is an independent kingdom. Therefore, you are released from your exile,”

You shook your head fondly at your friend as you entered her chambers, were a maid was laying out the table. She turned when she heard the door and sunk into a low curtsey. “Thank you Amya,” Sansa said. “This looks wonderful,”

“Yes m’lady,” the young girl said, smiling proudly as she was dismissed.

Once fed and watered, the three of you retired to Sansa’s personal chamber, drinking wine and sharing anecdotes. Already smiling serenely from the wine at dinner, having more was making you feel a little floaty. You stifled a yawn as you fiddled with your necklace as you listened to Jon. “YN... you look exhausted,” he said softly, tipping your chin up to face him properly. The flickering light of the hearth highlighted the growing bags under your eyes and how glazed over your eyes were.

“‘M alright,” you mumbled, resting your head on his shoulder. “Can stay up a bit longer. Finish your story,” you insisted, but your eyes were already fluttering shut.

Sansa pursed her lips. “YN... after last night’s small council meeting, did you even go to sleep?” She asked gently. “And today... we’ve had about 15 lords and 12 smallfolk coming in for audiences, all of which you attended...”

You smiled slightly. “Was in the library last night, Sansa...” you mumbled. “Needed to look up the logistics and the finances,”

“Oh, YNN, we have a Maester and master of coin to do that,” she said gently, reaching over to place her hand over yours. “What about when the maester called for a break?”

“I went to start on the letters to my brother and the King in the South,” you mumbled. “And Highgarden...” you let Sansa hold your hand and give it a firm squeeze, still nuzzling you’re face into Jon’s furs as the last two days finally caught up with you. “Nodded off at my desk, though, so I’ll have to start the letter to King Bran again,”

Sansa frowned. “YNN, you’re working too hard. I appreciate it immensely, but I cannot expect you to help me if you aren’t taking care of yourself. Tonight you will rest, and when morning comes you may rest some more. You are allowed to care for yourself, alright? You must. Because without you by my side, I question everything I do. I need you by my side. The north needs you in excellent condition. And so does Jon,” you nodded slowly in understanding, but her soothing words and gentle tone were lulling you to sleep. “I want to make you my hand, YN. But first, you need to sleep,” you nodded again and let out a mumbled ‘yes, my queen’ as you finally turned your head fully into Jon’s furs and let exhaustion take you.

What felt like an eternity later, you were jostled awake. You let out a small noise of complaint and nuzzled you’re face further into the soft thick furs in front of you, your fingertips brushing a lock of curled hair...

“Jon?” You whispered, barely audible.

“Shhh, I’m here. Gotta get you to bed, YN. no arguing, now. Queen’s orders,” you nodded, and mumbled ‘alright’ as he carried you to your chamber. He found your bed already turned down, and gently lowered you into it, letting you wriggle out of your dress. He averted his eyes as you tugged the covers over yourself, despite it being dark. You settled into the pillows, already drifting deeper into your slumber, when you heard the door creak open.

“Jon?” You murmured, reaching an arm out for him.

“Yeah?”

“Stay?”

Your eyes were shut and you were practically asleep, but you heard the door shut and lock and the sound of heavy leathers and cloaks hit the ground. Best of all, you soon felt the safe warmth of Jon pressed against your side.

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[rubyleo-vibes]

The entire weekend

Chris Evans naughty mood lives rent free in my mind

So my hormones have been really crazy lately and when I’m about to write something naughty my mood changes drastically and have the feeling to write something angsty and before the first idea dies, here we go. I hope you like it. Enjoy my beautiful gems

word count: 1,894

warning: +18, smut, dirty talk, body fluids, slight dom vibes? 

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“You okay doll?” I heard Chris’s deep voice, trying to catch my breath I feel his hand caressing my tummy, “i think I’m ruined and you?” I giggled I turned my head to see his darken baby blue eyes- “same here and we haven’t even doing that much but we already close to real thing...”he kissed my shoulder -“... I promise doll” and he gave me a smirk and kissing my lips slowly and passionately, one of his hand placed on my cheek and the other exploring my upper body.

We were laying in bed, our clothes abandoned all around his bedroom, damp sheets underneath and our sweaty bodies screaming for attention. I mean when this man told me that he wasn’t planned to letting me go the entire weekend and today was about teasing each other, lots of foreplay and coming until he say so, wasn’t even kidding, why? Because he wants to please his shiny gemstone and he knows how much i love the whole foreplay stuff, so his plans for the weekend was to tangle our bodies and his excuses were “we need lots of foreplay to make us ready for all the sweet dirty things that I planned to do with you this weekend, and I know that you are an expert on the job doll and so am I”, and that was four hours ago, so many kisses here and there, touches all over our bodies, teasing each other unlit we were cried and just saying “ do it, wanna see you”.Patient is a virtue...so building the tension and the desire for our taste, our sounds and the owners of a sweet frustrated release was a freaking honor and a reward for our egos . One day we talked about how long we could push the foreplay and Chris took to serious that conversation, cause today he put in table a lead time for both of us.

He said “just foreplay” “teasing you and teasing me”, our cries rumbling the walls, the room feels like summer even though was the middle of winter. It wasn’t a punishment,no, it was a pure pleasure, you know just fun games. Four hours of sweet foreplay, he was the one in charge to allow us to come as hard as we want, yes he decides when he wanted to come and when I was allowed to do it, nothing mean or cruel, as like said just funny games.

Pure lust in our eyes, the only rule we agreed for that night was that we can’t connect our bodies the way we always do, so he can’t be my plug until the clock says is midnight. Yes call us crazy but this game was pretty fun to play. The time says it was another hour ahead to feel the real and sweet electricity we make when our bodies are properly connected. How the heck we aren’t fucking each other, don’t know, but we are two strong and stubborn humans who wanted to push the limits and prove that we have the virtue of being patient.

“Come on doll I know you can give us another hour of that sweet teasing,” Chris said while he was getting up to change his position, spreading my legs and make space for him, once between them his stare admiring my shiny heated body, his hands massaging my thighs. And here we go again... what are we doing now? , cause we touched, talked dirty, played, lots of fun and every time is hotter and the insatiable feeling gets worse than before.

I laughed by his words and he just frowned-“prove me if you want... you know I can, but you? You look like you are about to break your own word”- I said with a bratty tone, but he just laughed and said “ oh pretty girl, you know I can keep my dick this last minutes out of your warms walls, you’re so strong and patient, so good for me” while he lean to kiss my cleavage and the top of my breast, I wimped feeling his lips on me and his talking dirty game coming in my ears, I couldn’t help and my body shove, he giggled- “and so responsive too, can’t wait to make you mine, if I was you I’ll enjoy this last time of teasing cause they won’t be able to appear the rest of the weekend”, the bastard played pretty good, he finished saying kissing my earlobe and his warm breathtaking mine away. But he was right, I need to enjoy this little game, and two can play.

I arched my back, brushing my nipples against his tattooed hard chest I feel his heavy cock twitching against my thighs, his entire body tensed by the way I played too- “you know...” I started my next move, while I began touching his grown biceps, his new training for that new role was hitting different levels and he knows that, -“...i can be as good as you want...”- he was now looking me in my eyes, so desperate and anger-“... My body can respond to you anytime you want to... but remember that you’re at the same place too... Remember that I can make you hard faster than the velocity of the light...”- I said brushing our lips and his lips slightly apart.

“You made things to me pretty girl, I can’t deny you that..and”- he stopped a second to give me a quick kiss and continue-“remember I’m yours..”- I gasped and replayed-“you’re mine, you’re my man”- I kissed him quickly and he continues his speech-“ exactly... and you’re mine, my beautiful Ruby, so beautiful and unique, all mine baby..” I moan before our lips started a battle that he won. Catching our breaths after a short but heated kiss I said-“ all yours...” my eyes closed trying to bring more words, I felt how his heat moved away from me, kneeling again between my legs.

“11:11 doll, make a wish, I’m already asking mine,” Chris said while he checked the clock on his nightstand, bringing my attention to him I bite my lip watching him stroking softly his cock while his turn his eyes to me again, a cheeky smile on his face waiting for my response-“did you made it pretty girl?”- I nodded-“oh yeah?”- he pumped his length harder and I raised my hips for attention, he just lets a small laugh out “oh I can tell we asked for the same thing... but we have a deal pretty girl, why don’t you tell me what was you wish, mmh?” His voice sounded so deep and harsh, I was losing my mind, but I have to continue my game too, but any freaking word has the courage to let out my mouth.

“What happened doll?, I thought you were talkative, you’re the teasing queen”- he said and my eyes couldn’t leave his big hard cock, and swallow again my words, he was enjoying this and obviously took vantage of it -“oh... you want this pretty girl mmmh?”- he brings close his cock to my wetness -“you want my cock isn’t huh?, yeah i know, i’m so hard for you, so hard that hurts petty girl, you want to know what was my wish mmmh?”-  i took a deep breath and bring myself together again and anxious to hear his answer i whispered- “what was your wish?”- he smiles wide-” there she is, I was missing your voice doll...”- he chuckled and before he continues, he began to rub his hard against my puffy lips, we immediately moan at the feeling of our aching skin- “... my wish was this... your beautiful pussy, shit! i want it so bad, i want it to feel you around me, but we need to be patient isn’t pretty girl?”-

He grunts while he rubbed harder against me, coating him with my juices, both breathing heavily every second, I began to make a circular motion trying to feel him further than what he was doing, but Chris stopped me, he pressed harsh my hips against the bed, on oh his hands on my hip preventing to move and the other playing with my clit and grabbing his cock and slapping my pussy with his hardness, making me moan and letting a puddle under me, he moaned even louder by the pleasant feeling of my greedy cunt, we both were counting the seconds to feel us connected. 

-”yes pretty girl keep going with those pretty noises  you’re  making, i love hearing  you, fuuuu-cckk baby girl  i love how your pretty pussy sounds, so wet for me, she looks so pretty with my cock rubbing her, shhiiiit baby, can’t wait to be inside you..”- i was playing with my tits, my walls were clenching around nothing, his dirty talk excited me, I always do, but this time he was losing control, the veins on his necks stood out from the effort of not burying himself in me, his arms have marked the triple all he screamed a high level of eroticism, we continued like this for several minutes, talking dirty and rubbing our sexes without penetrating, saying what we would do to each other once they want twelve o'clock, his cock shining with my juices looked so appetizing. His painful red tip plaything dangerous at my entrance, but never getting inside.

-”fuuu-cckk Chr-Chrisss! i’m so close, please!”- i cried out loud, a burning feeling inside me screaming to see the light, Chris groan i felt how his cock twicht and i knew he was close too,- “aaaahhhg yeah! mmmmmh yeah pretty girl? are you gonna come for me?, yeah you are, i can't  wait to feel that pretty tight pussy squeezing me and coming around me...”- he rubbed faster-”... come on pretty girl, come for me, i’m right behind you, i’m gonna come so hard, where do you want it baby mmmh?, i think I’m gonna come right here, close to your pussy, yeah! gonna make her look even pretty”- at this point we were both lost, everything was so hot, i scream when I felt his tip rubbing harder my dripping pearl, and just like that let my release come out by the body, I was shaking, Chris didn’t let me close my legs, he rubbed faster and with a loud moan he painted my cunt with his white warm seed.

He let himself fall on me trying not to hurt me, with a spleen he supported the two of them breathing heavily, made a mess, his warm breath on my neck and his moans turned me on even more, I hugged him by the neck. He kept playing with his cock in my pussy and expanding his seed in me, something sounded at the back, the clock updating us by the time and from one moment to the next I felt how he collected his disaster and without warning, he buried himself in me , I felt how he stretched my walls, we let out a cry of pleasure, Chris kissed my neck and said- ”fucking finally, is midnight and we have the entire weekend to fuck as much as we want and there'll be no fucking foreplay, did you get it pretty girl ?, no more funny games ”- i cried and just nodded in response.

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