#warm like holding hands and sharing a pair of mittens...

[icharlie]

here is the church here is the steeple you were looking for saints but you only found people. aint that just the way it goes, i watched you fall from grace you were graceful...

[bamfkeeper]

Winter Coat.

RQ: 'Saw your requests were open and I've gone through like 99% of your works so I just HAD to toss in a request (which, absolutely take your time on btw, I completely understand the burnout that can happen at the drop of a dime). I'm so impatient when it comes to weather and seasons that I desperately need it to be chilly autumn already. I'm sure you seen it but that one post about Kurt getting fluffier during autumn/winter got my gears turning. What do you think his reaction would be to a GN reader warming their hands in his fur? (Bonus prompt if reader can somehow get past all that lovely fur and touch his skin with freezing fingers ∩ω∩)' - @casualeylee

Pairing: Kurt Wagner x GN!reader // Warnings: Slightly suggestive themes

A/N: I love the idea of him growing longer fur so I enjoyed this a lot. Quick little drabble for the upcoming cool months! I have a few requests for his fur, which was sweet to see, I adore him fuzzy. I hope you enjoy <3 WC: 1.3k

"Mein Gott, your hands are freezing, liebling," Kurt remarked with concern, his gaze settling on your hand as it awkwardly intertwined with his own. You sighed contentedly, leaning closer to him for warmth as the two of you strolled leisurely around the dying garden of the mansion. The once vibrant blooms were now succumbing to the colder weather, which was taking its toll on the plants. Yet, despite the garden's current state, you found yourself looking forward to the cold months ahead and the festive holidays they would bring.

"I know, I'm sorry," you admitted sheepishly, glancing up at him with a hint of regret. "I should've worn the mittens you told me to put on before we left..." You pouted slightly, chastising yourself for being so stubborn earlier. Kurt chuckled softly at your demeanor, his little smirk spreading warmth through you and making you shiver, though not from the cold. His amusement was infectious, and you couldn't help but smile back.

Kurt's tail gently ran under your shirt and wrapped around your waist, holding you even closer as you walked together through the chilly evening air. You couldn't help but notice how his tail felt slightly more fuzzy than usual, prompting your free hand to naturally reach out and stroke the soft fur. "Are you getting fuzzier?" you questioned with curiosity, suddenly eying his face and observing that his jaw seemed to have longer fur too, as if preparing for the colder months ahead.

"Ja, I get a thicker coat when it gets cold...you complain about my fuzz now, just wait until I have a full-on winter coat and I am shedding all over your favorite sweaters!" he laughed softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement at the thought of you dealing with a living room filled with his fur. The idea of him shedding more fur made you smile, envisioning the playful challenge it might bring. Even if it meant a bit of extra cleaning during the winter season.

"Your hand still feels cold, liebe," Kurt observed with concern, his eyes filled with the usual warmth as he looked down at you. Gently, he pulled you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you protectively. "I think our walk is done...you are going to freeze out here if we stay any longer," he stated with a hint of urgency in his voice. Not wanting you to endure the cold any further, he effortlessly teleported you both inside the expansive mansion, determined to stop your shivering.

Now, you found yourself comfortably seated on the plush couch in your shared bedroom. The luxurious room was spacious, adorned with elegant furnishings, and boasted a charming small fireplace that crackled softly. Only the older X-Men were privileged enough to have a room this nice, making you feel incredibly lucky, especially when you were currently shaking off the cold. As you sat in front of the gently flickering fire, its warmth slowly seeping into your chilled bones, you couldn't help but feel a deep sense of happiness.

Kurt teleported back into the room with a soft purple haze enveloping him, his tail flicked away any remaining cloud as he walked over to you. He gently sat down beside you on the couch, causing the blanket that was draped around your shoulders to slip slightly as he made himself comfortable. He placed a steaming cup of hot chocolate on the small table beside the couch, its warmth and aroma inviting. “I made it just how you like.” Kurt noted and left it to cool off for a minute. You gave him a soft smile at the gesture, he always knew what to do to make you feel loved. He always went above what he needed to do, and that was one of the things you loved about him.

Kurt leaned back and went to wrap his arm around you, intending on pulling you closer to him to offer extra warmth to you before he paused. "Oh," he remarked thoughtfully, humming to himself and leaning back a bit to look at you, "Skin on fur might help..." With a slight shuffle, he began to remove his top, revealing his abdomen and chest. As he did so, you noticed that his skin had also grown more fuzzy.

You swallowed hard, feeling a mix of curiosity and admiration as you couldn't help yourself from eying his chest and abdomen. He stood before you, his attractive physique lean and toned, each muscle defined under the light from the fireplace. The fur that covered his body looked incredibly soft, inviting, you needed to have your hands on him. It was impossible to ignore the magnetic pull you felt towards his body at that moment. “Ah…you are growing a lot more already,” you rasped, your voice barely above a whisper, laced with an undertone of need. With a sense of awe and hesitancy, you reached out, your fingers trembling slightly as they made contact with his warm skin. Slowly, you let your hand trail up, starting from his belly button and moving upwards to his chest.

You swallowed nervously, feeling the firm and defined muscles beneath his soft fur, and as you did, you began to have some difficulty controlling your thoughts, which started to wander in unexpected directions. Kurt laid his hand gently over yours as you felt the warmth of his chest, his intense yellow eyes fixed on you with a playful grin. “Naughty…I know what you’re thinking. You always get this look in your eye…sinner,” he said with a teasing tone, his voice low and playful. His words and the cheeky way he spoke made your face heat up even more, feeling more flustered since you were practically feeling him up.

"Shut up...your fur is really warm on my hands...that's all." You muttered embarrassingly, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks, your hands continuing to slowly rub his chest and feel the fur there. It was so incredibly soft, the longer bits curled around your skin, inviting your nosy fingertips to dig even farther into his fur, seeking more warmth and comfort in every stroke.

"Enjoying yourself?" He asked with a slight smirk, sitting still as you explored him with that stupid grin, allowing you to continue your gentle exploration. He opened his mouth for another teasing comment, but his breath hitched quickly as your freezing fingers unexpectedly found their way to his skin. "Ach...- Liebling..." he murmured, his voice tinged with a mix of surprise and endearment.

"What? Did I find something?" you asked with a mischievous grin, your turn to be cheeky now. You intentionally let your fingers wander over his skin, which was so incredibly, so wonderfully warm. With a playful determination, you weaseled your hands against his skin, feeling the contrast of your cool touch against his heat. Snuggling even closer to him, you couldn't help but smile as Kurt laughed and squirmed a little from the unexpected cold sensation of your fingers dancing across his body.

"The things I let you do to me..." he huffed, though there was a fondness in his voice, as he held you even closer to him. His arms and tail wrapped securely around your body, pulling you into a protective and affectionate embrace. While he often teases you relentlessly, it's always in good fun, because at the end of the day, he truly loves you. He is more than willing to suffer through the icy touch of your fingertips against his warm, sensitive, ticklish skin, as long as it brings a smile to your face and you enjoy every moment of it.

"Ach! Liebe!" he exclaimed, jerking up slightly in surprise as you playfully moved your fingertips to the sensitive sides of his ribcage. His reaction was both amusing and endearing, and you couldn't help but giggle at how it caught him off guard.

He looked down with a soft, affectionate smile, acknowledging your mischievousness with a twinkle in his eyes. "Cheeky thing..."

Thanks for reading.

*BAMF*

Dividers by @/adornedwithlight

Cover image: Nick Robles art credit, other images Pinterest.

[cherrygirlfriend]

ice cold pairing: stanford!bsf!art donaldson x iceskater!reader synopsis: you injure your foot while ice skating, your best friend takes care of you. warnings: fluff! wc: 700 this is the first time in a while i'm writing for another fandom but this idea feels so art coded... it's also very me coded because i literally slipped and injured my foot to the point i couldn't walk properly for two weeks. or the time i fell down the stairs and broke my ankle. bottom line is; i'm as clumsy as the mc of a wattpad story.

being on ice felt almost like a second nature to you, and art loved watching you skate, whether it was for an ice show or for a skating competition, watching your white skates almost blending in with the ice as you turned, spun, and jumped in a way that caused his heart to jump in his chest so naturally, he thought that it'd be a great idea to take you out to a skating rink.

you blew on the hot chocolate you held in your hands, covered by a pair of white mittens decorated with adorable pink snowflake patterns, "you do know that i skate every day?" you said with a chuckle, your brows raised and your cheeks stinging from the cold.

"yeah, but you never skate with me." he shrugged, sitting down to put his skates on his feet; honestly, he was sure he was going to fall, not having gone ice skating since he was a teenager himself; he actually had to borrow patrick's ice skates. luckily, they shared the same shoe size.

"have you thought it's because i skate every day?"

"yeah, but you play tennis with me." he quipped back, making you roll your eyes, "i just thought it'd be a fun idea!"

"it is a fun idea." you shrugged, finishing the last of the hot-now-lukewarm chocolate, before placing the mug down, starting to put on your own skates, ones you always wore when you practiced, "i just like giving you shit for no reason."

"of course you do." he chuckled, the two of you making small talk as you tied your respective skates to your feet, hoping the warm liquid would soon start taking effect and warm up your body.

you rose to your feet, holding your hand out to your boyfriend expectantly, "are you ready to embarrass yourself and fall flat on your ass, donaldson?"

"we'll see who's falling flat on their ass."

"did you put a curse on me, or something?" you mumbled, letting out a hiss as you tried to step on your swollen ankle, art stuttering and trying to get you to stop as he sat you down on the bench next to the rink and took off your skate along with wool sock, a nasty, purple spot starting to form on your ankle. "how bad is it?" you asked, and art could tell how desperate you were feeling, how badly you were hoping, praying it wasn't broken.

it all happened in a split second. you'd been doing a pirouette, something you did tens, if not hundreds, of times a day, and suddenly, you were on the ground.

"i'm pretty sure it's just twisted." art said, both of you letting out nearly identical sighs of relief. art, for your health, and you, for your skating.

"thank god." you sighed, "i haven't gotten properly injured while skating since i was, like, thirteen. i have no idea how this happened.

"maybe you just deserved to fall on your ass." art shrugged, causing you to roll your eyes and smacking his arm while exclaiming that he wasn't funny.

the moment you got home, art basically carried you onto the couch while you kept complaining that you were going to be fine, that his fussing wouldn't do any good, but the blonde immediately put three throw pillows under your foot and bringing an ice pack wrapped in a towel, placing it on your slightly swollen ankle.

"i think you should get this checked tomorrow, just in case." art sighed, "i'm just worried-"

you took his hand, bringing it to your lips and placing a small kiss to the back of it, art's eyes widening slightly, "what was that for?"

"for being fussy."

"obviously." he rolled his eyes, "i'm gonna put on some tea, and we can watch anything you want."

"anything?" you asked with a small grin, making him shake his head.

"i'm not watching another low-budget horror movie."

"you said anything!"

and before he knew it, your foot was on art's lap, an ice pack over it as he massaged your ankle, a half-drunk cup of tea, christmas cookies and a bottle of aspirin placed next to the sofa as you snored while cuddling up to a pillow, art's stanford hoodie covering you, while the blonde was trying to ignore hostel still playing on tv, instead focusing on watching your serene face.

[hoe4hotchner]

Snow | [A.H] - Christmas 2024

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!Reader x Jack | WC: 0.7k | CW: Fluff, snow, christmas

A/N: This will be a part of a 4 part christmas series that I'll hopefully post every Sunday of advent.

Read other parts here: Snow | Tree | Presents | Christmas

The first snow of December drifted lazily from the sky, blanketing the world in a soft, shimmering veil. The streetlights outside cast a warm glow over the freshly fallen snow, each flake sparkling like a tiny star. And inside the Hotchner household, the crackling fireplace and the faint hum of Christmas music flowing through the radio filled the air.

Jack stood by the window, his tiny hands cupped against the frosted glass as he leaned in, nose pressed firmly against the cold pane. Each exhale created a foggy patch that he swiped at with his sleeve, only to repeat the cycle moments later. His wide, brown eyes sparkled with excitement as he twisted around, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet.

“It’s snowing!” he shouted. He pointed out the window, as if afraid you and Aaron might somehow miss the spectacle unfolding outside. “Look! Look at how much is coming down!”

You and Aaron were tucked together on the couch under a thick knitted blanket. The soft glow of the fireplace danced across your faces.

Jack turned to you both, his cheeks flushed from his excitement, and clasped his hands together. “Can we go outside? Please? I need to feel it!” His voice pitched higher on the last word, as though the very thought of staying indoors any longer was unbearable.

You shared a look with Aaron, his soft smile mirroring your own. “What do you think, Dad?” you teased, nudging his arm.

Aaron chuckled, the sound deep and comforting. “I think he’d burst if we said no," he said, ruffling Jack’s hair as he got up. “Go grab your coat and boots, buddy.”

Jack was off like a bullet, the sound of his little feet thundering up the stairs making both of you laugh. Aaron turned to you, his gaze full of love. “You’re coming too, right?”

“Of course,” you replied, standing and grabbing your own coat. “It’s the first snow. That’s not something to miss.”

Moments later, the three of you were bundled up and stepping outside.

The cold air nipped at your cheeks, but the beauty of the snow made it impossible to mind. Jack immediately started running in circles, his laughter ringing out like a bell.

“Look at the snowflakes!” Jack called, holding out his mittened hand to catch a few. “They’re so pretty!”

“They really are,” you agreed, crouching beside him.

Aaron was a step behind, his hands in his coat pockets, watching the two of you with an expression that could only be described as pure contentment. He looked up at the sky, the snowflakes catching in his dark hair. “It’s perfect out here,” he murmured.

You stood and slipped your hand into his. “It is,” you agreed, leaning your head against his shoulder.

Jack’s voice broke the peaceful moment. “Snowball fight!” he shouted, launching a tiny snowball that hit Aaron square in the chest.

Aaron’s eyes widened in mock surprise. “Oh, it’s on now,” he said, his voice playful.

What followed was a flurry of laughter, shrieks, and poorly aimed snowballs. You couldn’t stop giggling as Aaron pretended to dramatically collapse into the snow when Jack hit him. “You got me!” he said, clutching his chest as he fell.

Jack ran to his dad, flopping into the snow beside him and grinning triumphantly. “I win!”

You joined them, lying down in the snow to make a snow angel. Jack immediately copied you, his arms and legs flailing enthusiastically. Aaron stayed where he was, watching the two of you with a soft smile.

As the night wore on, the snow continued to fall, coating the world in a sparkling blanket of white. When Jack started yawning, you all made your way back inside, cheeks flushed and noses cold. Aaron fed the fire keeping it alive for just a moment longer, while you made hot chocolate, complete with marshmallows and whipped cream.

The three of you curled up on the couch, Jack between you with his head resting on Aaron’s arm. The glow of the fire illuminated his sleepy smile. “This was the best night ever,” Jack mumbled, his eyes fluttering closed.

You looked at Aaron, your heart full to bursting. “It really was,” you whispered, leaning your head against his shoulder.

Aaron kissed the top of your head, his voice low and tender. “Merry almost Christmas,” he said softly, his arm tightening around you both.

Outside, the snow continued to fall, erasing your signs of frolicking, readying the ground for round 2 in the morning.

[eczlipse]

ICE SKATING DATE - P.S.H

summary : after a while, your boyfriend finally agrees on bringing you to his old skating rink.

pairing : boyfriend!sunghoon x girly!femreader

genre : fluff, quality time with your boyfriend ++ established relationship.

warnings : nicknames (baby, hun, princess ++) .. kisses— lowercase intended.

wc : 1.5k

after months of begging, your boyfriend had finally decided to bring you over to his old skating rink. he had always declined before hand— not to be mean, more willingly because of your safety. eventually, since you wouldn’t stop nagging about it he gave in.

sunghoon failed to make it seem like he didn’t think it was a big deal— he’d gone overboard and bought you figure skates along with leggings and fuzzy socks. he was definitely more excited than you were internally.

- here, hun. these’ll keep you warm…

he hummed as he handed you your gift. you smiled up at him and put them on. the both of you got ready together and packed some things for your date. sunghoon made sure to pack any snacks you may have needed there as well as extra mittens. it had already been past 11pm, and the both of you weren’t tired at all.

you both began walking out of your shared apartment as sunghoon closed the door behind you, holding your needs. taking the elevator down, you couldn’t help but ask him a question.

- is anyone else gonna’ be there?

you smiled, he tugged onto your scarf, looking down at you and answered.

- no, just the two of us. i might’ve booked it for us only tonight—

at that you squealed into your boyfriends arms. he was perfect, he never missed to surprise you in anyway and he was so caring. this surprise just made you even more excited.

- oh my god! really? hoonie you’re perfect—

the elevator then opened letting you two out and walking to the car. he then placed your things in the backseat. then, opening your car door, letting you sit first followed by himself. you smiled at his act of service as he started the car.

the car ride was quiet, you had taken a small nap to gather more of your energy whilst your boyfriend did the hard work of driving in the dark. upon arrival, you couldn’t help but notice how huge the building had been. making you wonder how the rink would look. sunghoon guided you to the entrance, then brought you over to the changing room.

- uh— this is it , this is where i used to change all the time.

he recalled while placing your things down. he sat down next you and began tying up his skates.

- i can’t believe you’re really letting me see this, babe. this is all so interesting.

you hummed at him, staring at him for a moment then blankly at your skates. sunghoon then realized you were a rookie at this, you wouldn’t know how to tie on your skates properly—

- ahh, do you need help? i’ll help you.

he kneeled down to you and began putting the figure skates on your feet. untying and retying it tightly, he made sure they’d be tight enough to your liking. a smile lit up on your face as he looked up at you every now and then, verifying if you were comfortable. god, he was perfect.

- thank you, you really are the best!

you said softly. after a couple seconds, you attempted to stand up— you had almost fell, grabbing onto his tall figures jacket, you yelped.

- okay now, how am i supposed to make it to the rink babe.

you chuckled, still holding your grip on him. he couldn’t help but laugh at your behaviour a bit— you were so adorable to him, the way you acted, your beauty and especially that laugh of yours.

- how bout’— i carry you there, hm? that good enough for you, princess?

he cooed, as he bent over for a piggyback. you playfully hopped on and whispered him a little ‘thank you’ in his ear making him smile even more. you weren’t heavy to him, your small frame made it easier for him to touch you in any way physically as well as having fun with you.

as you both arrived to the ice, he set you down on the concrete slab infront of of the ice. he held your hand tightly before making any sudden movement.

- you ready ?

he smiled at you, grip tightening on your hand.

- i— um, yes okay. please guide me ?

you stuttered. at that he brought himself and your legs to the ice. you held onto his hand in order not to slip and fall. he glided around as you held the hem of his coat, forcing you to follow along. your body couldn’t let you move, you’d been to scared to even take a step— or at least glide on the ice.

your boyfriend skated infront of you and took out his hands, indicating you to hold on to both of them. you placed your hands in his as he slowly backed himself up, getting you to take ‘baby’ steps.

- try and follow my lead, slowly take some mini steps— okay?

he spoke softly, you nodded and began attempting to glide a bit. you held onto him tighter if you felt as if you would fumble or slip— as you slowly got used to the feeling of the ice, he let your hands go sending a wave of surprise through your body and a smile forming on his lips.

you attempted to keep going towards him, smiling between each step you took. he then pulled out his phone and took a couple cute pictures of you, you posed and laughed. sunghoon couldn’t help but laugh at you too, he glided in front of you and took your arm. you followed his lead because, obviously he was the professional.

- i think i’m getting better honestly.

you chuckled as you glided away with him almost slipping.

- hm’ yeah i think so too… sure—

- are you mocking me ?

you cocked your head,

- no’ you just aren’t a pro yet, babe.

he laughed to himself and at you.

- i’ll literally do a spin right now— let me go!

you skated away rolling your eyes.

- be careful—

before he could finish his sentence, you attempted to do a turn. you honestly had just shifted your body slowly in a 360, hands in a pirouette position. then you glided right back into his arms.

- are you proud of yourself?

- i think i did pretty good, if i say so myself.

you gave him a smug look after that ‘performance’ of yours. he laughed at himself and spoke again,

- i mean wow, you might actually be better than i thought. guess i have some competition now, hm?

you nodded at him confidently, crossing your arms.

- now you do something cool ! go, i wanna see you twirl.

you empathized on the ‘twirl’ as he brought himself away from you. your beautiful boyfriend then began spinning casually and into a sit spin. his skills shocked you, you gasped a hand covering your mouth. he slowed himself down and got back up next to you.

- that was, beautifully done oh my—

- told ya’

he winked playfully at you. sunghoon then cupped your face and leaned in, feeling your soft skin. your lips met, as the initial touch of our mouths sent a shiver down your spine. the kiss deepened, as he pulled you a little closer. your bodies pressed tightly against each other. the cold air outside being forgotten, as the warmth between you grew intense.

you shared this intimate moment on the ice, surrounded by nothing but the sound of your heavy breaths and the occasional soft laughters.

- you’re perfect,

he said, you couldn’t help but blush at his words and cover your face. you slapped him playfully and hugged him.

- do you want to go home ? get some hot chocolate ?

he asked you, rubbing his thumb on your cheek, staring at you very lovingly.

- mm’ sure. let’s stay a while though, i like this.

you smiled. after a while you both skat around and got tired as time passed by. you then mutually decided to go ahead and go back in the changing rooms to prepare yourselves to go back home.

- this was so fun, let’s do it again soon! please ?

you cheered while getting your boots back on.

- of course, anything for you.

he hummed, carrying all of your things as he opened the door for you.

you both made your way to the car and made a stop near a small coffee shop, luckily it was still opened.

- hey, can we please get two medium hot chocolates please ?

he asked, the cashier hummed and within a few minutes he gave you both your hot chocolates.

your boyfriend and you spent your time in the car rambling about his old skating buddies, life and more. you listened carefully to what he said and each detail. at some point, he eventually drove into the apartment's parking area and got out, opening the door for you. as you got home, you both took off your winter clothes and plopped yourselves on the sofa. you cuddled him, while trying to find a movie to watch to end the perfect night you had both spent together.

[taojjang]

𐙚 riize preparing for the holidays .ᐟ

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ advent calendar, day two! pairing: bf!riize x reader, genre: fluff!, warnings: none unless you're scrooge

note: this one is pretty short and simple! hope u guys enjoyyyy :)

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ಇ. ways riize would bring up your holiday spirit

shotaro . . .

taro would absolutely LOVE decorating the house for christmas! just like any other holiday, taro would buy tons of cute decorations and encourage you to help him make the house festive. he'd be very serious about decorating the christmas tree all pretty: buying tons of pretty ribbons and sparkly ornaments. even when you'd think he's done decorating the house, he'd still find more decor when the two of you shop together.

"taro, i think we have enough decorations."

"but these reindeer figures are sooo cute.. :("

eunseok . . .

eunseok is the type of person to feel the holiday spirit through the cold weather. once the summer heat begins to die down, he's already browsing stores for new coats and asking you what you want for christmas. he loves taking you shopping and helping you pick a nice warm jacket and a pair of mittens before it gets too cold :( he'd even pick out new ones for himself so the two of you could match!

"this jacket seems warm enough, let's get this one."

"i look like baymax..."

sungchan . . .

as soon as halloween was over, this guy would toss out all of the candy baskets and replace them with cinnamon apple candles. he'd be so stoked for christmas that he'd begin preparing all the way in october. he'd refuse to buy fake christmas trees because he loves the fresh smell of pine. he'd be so excited to fill the house with so many christmas gifts and warm scents <3

"which candle: cinnamon pinecone or cranberry pie?"

"dude, halloween is in two days."

wonbin . . .

wonbin normally holds off on pda, typically limiting public affection to holding hands or maybe a small peck if he's feeling brave. but the second the breeze grows colder, he's clinging to you every second of the day. the winter makes wonbin so much more affectionate with you! he excuses it by saying he's only doing this to keep you warm, but something about the white winter sky makes him so lovely :(

"you're so clingy today, baby."

"it's only 'cus i'm cold..."

seunghan . . .

he would be so excited to give you all of your gifts! seunghan is truly a giving person and he'd buy you almost everything that comes to mind. he'd start christmas shopping quite early, but that becomes a big issue when he gets too impatient. he tries his best to keep everything a secret, but once you become curious about the gifts, he'll let you open some gifts early. he'd pretend to be a bit reluctant, but he can't stop smiling once he sees how excited you are to open your gift. he can't resist you :(

"but i wanna know what you got for me! just one hint...!"

"fine, you can open one. you're so spoiled!"

sohee . . .

sohee absolutely loves playing in the snow. he anticipates snow the second summer is over, and he'd get sulky and complain when it's already two months into fall and it hasn't snowed an inch. but once the snow finally falls, he'd throw on his thickest jacket and favorite beanie, then drag you outside to play in the snow.

"it's finally snowing! i call a snowball fight!"

"sohee, it's only been snowing for 5 minutes..."

anton . . .

during special occasions like anniversaries or holidays, anton often spends time reminiscing on his happiest memories. during the christmas season, he always shares memories of watching tons of christmas movies as a kid. he'd introduce you to classics he loves, like home alone or the grinch. the two of you would spend countless nights cuddled up while having movie marathons <3

"i think you'll love this movie! this one makes me think of you!"

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[spiderfunkz]

✧ NOT A LOT, JUST FOREVER.

summary : you create a memory that peter will remember forever.

word count : 0,5k

contains : tooth-rotting fluff, established relationship, reader and peter go stargazing.

a/n : inspired by my number #1 favorite movie ever which is 'eternal sunshine of the spotless mind' !!! i love this scene with all my heart and i thought it'd be cute to make a blurb inspired by it 💕

the snow fell harsh.

peter never liked the cold. his sweaters were always too thin, or too thick, maybe too itchy and a little silly. he either loses one of his mittens or finds them ruined and dirty. and he never wore his beanie because he never wants to ruin his best quality— his hair.

you've always liked the cold. your sweaters were warm and hand knitted by one of your family members, your mittens fit perfectly in pairs, and you have an entire collection of beanies for every day of the week, decorated with pins and colorful clips.

there is also a reason why you liked the cold.

the hidden lake you've been going to since you were little freezes up. it's thick enough for you to walk on but slippery enough for you to fall.

you've gone ice skating there, made snowmen there, lost your boots there, and fell in there once, maybe twice. but you've never hated it. falling in cold ice gets you hot cocoa at the end! and a big headache.. and a sneezy nose..

but other than that you've loved it.

and you are so excited to share all of that with peter. even the headaches and sneezy noses.

"come on!"

you smile, peter holds your hand tightly as he steps on the ice for the first time. "it's very solid this time of year, don't worry."

"i'm not so sure about that." he's clinging to your arm, "come on, come on." you gesture.

"oh wow. i could see the city lights from here." peter grins, "pretty right?" you ask.

"very."

you don't notice peter's loving doe-eyes looking smiling at you and instead, you run into the middle of the lake before slipping.

"ow!"

"jeez, are you okay?" peter runs to you.

"you okay?" — "yeah i'm okay." you brush of the snow from your coat. "come on, now!" you gesture getting closer to the middle.

"i use to skate here sometimes. oh, we should do that sometimes!"

"i think i might cause the ice to crumble. and end up in 50 or so bruises." peter giggles, "i can teach you."

you give peter a smile before laying down on the ice, patting on the space beside you, gesturing for peter to follow along.

peter hesitates for a moment before following, "i think i heard a crack," he shook his head.

"it's not gonna break! or crack- it's so thick."

the stars shine above you. twinkling and glowing.

"show me which constellations you know."

"oh, i don't know any.." peter shrugs shyly, "yes you do! you took astronomy once!"

peter smiles, he pauses for a moment. "that's osidius," he points.

"where?" — "right there, see?" his cheek touched your cheek as he inched closer. "it's sort of a swoop and a cross. osidius the emphatic."

you smile and laugh.

"ooh look, that's us." peter points, "where?" you squint. peter takes your hand and slowly points in the direction of two stars.

"me, and you. you're the brighter one." peter says. "i'm the brighter one?" — "mhm, my bright, pretty, star."

[sorchathered]

Snowfalls and Christmas wishes

Pairing- Rafael Barba x reader

Warnings- none, just fluff.

New York at Christmas time was easily the most beautiful sight you’d ever seen. No matter how many times you ventured out in the winter it was always full of magic in a world that was woefully lacking in joy these days. Your boyfriend was a self proclaimed Scrooge, always seeing the worst of things and with his job you couldn’t blame him; but you always wished he could see it the way you did.

After the world’s longest day in the office the two of you finally stepped out into the fresh brisk air, snow lightly falling as you made your way through Central Park in search of some hot chocolate and then a nice night at home. Rafa was grumbling about the crowds and the unseasonably cold weather, and you couldn’t help but feel the need to stir the pot a little. Trailing a little behind him you scooped a handful of snow and lobbed it right at his back, the icy powder splatting against his coat and his hair. He whipped around with a scowl, his first thought that a group of kids had been the culprit; only to see you cackling behind your mittened hands nearly doubled over with glee.

“Oh Querida, you’ve messed up now. Those heels are not meant for running, and you just started a war.” He said with a grin as he launched forward and you squealed as you tried (and failed) to scurry away from him. He caught you easily, plopping the two of you in a snowbank as he grabbed a fresh handful of snow and dumped in right on top of your head. Both of you cold and flushed, you spent nearly twenty minutes chasing each other and lobbing snow. No one was the victor, but the smile on his face made you feel like a winner nonetheless.

Later that evening after changing into warm clothes and cozying up in your shared bed you ruffled his hair as he leaned in to kiss you. “Promise me that no matter how hard life gets we can try to find the little moments to be happy. I know it’s not easy, but I cherish these moments with you Rafa; I want nothing but happiness for you.” He held your gaze with soft eyes, kissing you with all the love he could pour into it, and promised to do that and more. You were his bright spot in an otherwise bleak existence, and he would hold on to that as long as life allowed.

Tagging- @honeytwrites @ryebecca @attapullman @pinguhub @arcane-vagabond @heavenssins

[02chois]

MISSED YOUR TOUCH

pairing: ex-boyfriend! soobin x fem! reader

summary: bumping into your ex was the last thing you had expected today. but you never would have thought that encounter will bring you back together stronger than ever.

word count: 3.2k words

content warnings: porn with (little) plot, profanity, big dick soobin, light size kink, soft dom! soobin, sub! reader, usage of pet names like sweetheart and princess, inaccurate way of knitting (I tried making it realistic ok)

author's note: my entry into the smut section of moaland in this site. I tried my best I hope you like it &lt;3

Snow.

Snow danced in the light, a choreographed ballet conducted by the gentle wind. As you watched your eyes grew a tiny bit wider, as open as when you were but a child who saw snow for the first time.

You shoved your mittened hands into the pockets of your coat and continued walking, bright eyes wandered around the street. You watched as snow slowly fell upon the park bench as if it were a feather cushion, soft and warm. It covers the rich, deep wood in perfect white.

The market turned out to be filled with people shopping for gifts and trinkets to decorate their homes with. You hadn't expected it to be this crowded early in the morning—well, early in the afternoon. You made a beeline to the store between familiar fruit stands. The crunching of snow underneath your feet filled your ears as you walked, hurriedly opening the mahogany door and soon greeted by a wind chime hanging on top as you stepped inside.

Your shoulders relaxed, the warmth enveloping your trembling body. It was such a relief that the quaint shop has a fireplace near the registrar and it was enough to warm up the entire place.

You brushed the excess snow caught on your coat right before you made your way to one of the aisles. You searched the label for the basket with yarn written across it, then your gaze darted from one to the next. But to no avail you couldn't find it no matter how much you looked around.

You went to another aisle and at that moment you froze. Your eyes landed upon a familiar blond haired man, his tall frame towering over a small basket filled with colorful yarn.

"Soobin…?"

You were about to turn on your heel when the wooden floorboard squeaked beneath your feet, you looked up only to be met by those eyes of his. His lips slightly ajar from shock.

You locked eyes for a moment and stood there in silence. The faint sound of the crackling fire from the fireplace filled the room.

Soobin's gaze lingered on your face as if he were trying to memorize every single detail. You could feel the heat rising up to your cheeks right under his scrutiny. Why does he have to stare so intensely?

"Um… do you—do you need any help?" You spoke up, your voice soft and could be mistaken as a whisper. "What are you looking for?"

You were sure that your stutter had vanished long ago, yet you found yourself stuttering in front of your ex-boyfriend. He changed. A lot actually. You share the same friend group and because of that you often see each other whenever they gather in one place after your break up, but oftentimes, you'd only greet each other with a polite bow, or on rare occasions give each other a polite smile. Aside from those greetings they've barely spoken to each other as the two of you try and avoid the awkward situations between exes.

He gave you a small smile then turned his head to the basket, his right hand holding a small ball of yarn. "I can't find a specific yarn."

You stepped forward and kneeled on the wooden floor right in front of the basket. You looked up and gestured to him, he responded by lowering himself alongside you. He was so close he could smell the scent of your hair products. Peaches. He used to really love this scent.

"The one you have seemed to be used already." You held up a larger red ball of yarn like an offering. "This will be better to use rather than what you have right now. It will allow you to create longer scarves or…"

You cleared your throat and Soobin watched as you handed him the yarn. You caught his eyes and averted your gaze. "I'm sorry. I'm talking too much."

Soobin placed the smaller yarn with the others and shook his head. "Don't be! I'd like to learn more."

He was being a little too polite. You're not used to the way he spoke so formally towards you, mostly compared to those times when he teased you. You couldn't help but smile at the thought. You missed him a lot.

From your kneeling position, you gently rose to your feet and turned to face the other shelf that had knitting needles. They vary in sizes, types of wood, and some are separated to a different group of knitting pins. Personally, you prefer the wooden pins.

"You'll need a pair of knitting pins for you to start. What size would you like to have?" You turned to him with a pair in hand, showing him the same pins you had at home.

"What do you recommend?"

His question was short and sweet. You purse your lips into a pout, your eyes trailed down to the pair of pins you had in hand. If you don't know what he's planning to knit, you wouldn't know what size would be a good fit for him.

"Ah, Soobin, what will you be knitting? The size of the needles affects the length of the stitches and thus your finished product. It's important to think hard about the needles you'll be getting."

Soobin remained silent for a short while before turning his gaze away to think. You watched him with great curiosity. What will my beloved make? You wondered. Wait… beloved?

"A scarf sounds like it would be the easiest." He said, maintaining eye contact with you the entire time to observe how you react. He determined that his suggestion was a suitable garment to make when he noticed how your eyes softened.

Before turning your attention back to the shelf in front, you nodded and gave him a small smile. "Scarves are the perfect first knitting projects for a beginner. They're easy to make and do not require any difficult stitching techniques."

"I'm still a beginner. What do you suggest we do?" Soobin finally asked, implying something from his choice of words.

You mulled over his words. "Well… I can offer you my assistance in knitting. It's difficult to start without any guidance."

"That'll be lovely."

You smiled and followed him to the counter.

You opened the door and stood aside to let him in, the kitchen welcomed him immediately as soon as he stepped inside. A small potted plant sat on the island countertop along with several herbs and spices, some condiments stored with them, and a bowl of fresh fruit at the side. Other plants were tucked in different places. On your hanging pot holder, you hung only about two utensils, the rest were ropes of garlic and bean sprouts in small plastic bags. Your refrigerator contained three small magnets; a sunflower, basket, and rice cakes. Soobin felt at home and he was glad to be back.

He stood there while you closed the door, then removed your winter boots and set them aside in the shoe rack. As you led him inside a large window that sat across the small living room greeted him, and there a single sunflower faced the sun. A small round table was right next to the window accompanied by cushioned chairs that sat across from each other. The scattered knitting supplies on the table drew his attention, there an unfinished red scarf laid there. The stitches were clean, professional, and clearly the work of skilled hands.

He slid beneath the thick cover of the table, exhaling a sigh of relief as the heater stopped the chill from trying to run up his spine.

"I'll prepare some warm drinks."

"Thank you." Soobin murmured.

Your lips quirked at his words. You went to one of the cupboards to pull out a jar of hot chocolate powder, it was half empty. You took a mental note to restock soon. You fill the mugs with hot water and the powder before setting it in front of Soobin and your other end of the table. You placed your unfinished scarf and the knitting materials on top of the table and motioned for Soobin to do the same.

Soobin watched you. He fixed his gaze on your hands, trying to mimic the way she handled the knitting needles. His left hand was tense as he moved, his brows furrowed, and his lips formed a deep frown. His fingers carefully applied enough pressure to the needles to allow him to hold it with ease. Curious to see how you would react, he looked up from his hands.

You were watching his every move. You gave him a small nod in approval as you felt his gaze on you.

"Good. That's a nice start."

He smiled at your words and, using the only knitting procedure he was familiar with, tied a knot with the yarn around the end of his needle.

You followed suit by enclosing your fingers around the yarn and wrapping it around your thumb. You looked at his work to decide whether or not to continue, slipped the tip of the needle into the loop you had created, and drew the yarn back to firmly fasten it. Although his left hand had some difficulty with the delicate yet complex movements, he was a fast learner. He's stubborn enough to overlook his left hand acting up, which is a relief to you. Though had you ever questioned him about his decision to take up knitting?

"Repeat these steps until the scarf is your desired width, and then we'll start casting on so you can start adding length to it."

You turned your attention to his face; his pretty lips formed into a pout and his brows were furrowed. He looked so adorable. Soobin continued, his eyes serious and focused, his fingers moving slowly but meticulously.

No one ventured to strike up a conversation as the room was filled with the subtle humming of the heater and the sound of fabric shuffling as their arms moved. You didn't feel the need to initiate any conversations with him, which is something Soobin appreciated because he preferred to keep to himself over awkward exchanges.

You put the example aside to continue knitting the red scarf you had put away for so long. Lately, you hadn't felt like continuing the scarf. While you neglected the scarf, the same thought plagued her mind, but Yeonjun's advice this morning gave you a little motivation to carry on. You just so happened to meet Soobin at the store, but it was only now that you realized you had forgotten to purchase a second ball of yarn because of your sudden encounter with your ex-boyfriend. You'll try to visit again tomorrow.

Your mind began to drift. You have doubts that he'd return your feelings. The last time Soobin spoke to you was a year ago and the fact that he was back definitely surprised you. If you knew what he would say, why did you make this scarf in the first place? It was only a bridge you will use to start a conversation and hope that Soobin will entertain the idea of getting back together. But the chances of him wanting to be with her again is low.

He might see you as a friend now, yet you still hold onto that small hope that he might see you the way he used to a year ago. Your break up was abrupt, after all.

Why does love have to be so difficult?

You sighed and tightened your grip around the needles. Soobin across from you briefly took a glance at you, pausing what he was doing.

Soobin took the initiative to push your mug after noticing that you were preoccupied with your thoughts. He brought the needles down, the sound of wood hitting wood shook you out of your reverie. You lowered your gaze, your gaze followed the movement of his hand. He carefully pushed the mug in front of her again.

"You should drink."

Soobin appeared to have finished the first section of his work, the width wasn't too wide nor too small. It was the perfect amount of thickness for a scarf. He was waiting for your next instructions.

"Thank you," you murmured.

"I missed you," Soobin suddenly spoke up. "I missed you so much that I still keep our photos even after we parted. I can't forget you and I don't allow myself to do so."

You lowered the mug that you were about to drink into, and so you slowly put it down on the table. You're careful as the drink was still hot and you don't want to get everything onto the blanket. The confusion was visible across your face as you were not sure how to react to his words. It was the thing you were getting worried about a while ago.

"I'm so glad that we ran into that store earlier. I knew that you like knitting and I hoped that I could see you again if I came there, and I did see you. I want us to talk about our relationship and just… just ask if you want us to be—"

"—In a relationship again?" You cut him off.

And this time Soobin remained quiet. He gave you a small nod, and there you saw a glint of hope in his eyes.

"I missed you too."

You're not sure how you ended up on his lap. The conversation was quickly thrown out of the window and you were immediately on him as soon as the both of you had given permission to touch each other. He had his hands all over your body, his voice low as he repeatedly whispered missed you so, so much with his lips latched onto your hot skin.

Soobin pulled away from your neck to look at you, his lips curled into a smile as he let out a breathless laugh. "A year. It's been a year and I want you so bad."

"Can I kiss you?" Soobin asked and you gave him a low yes with the voice you have left. That was all he needed before he leaned forward to kiss you.

He wanted to devour you. A moan threatened to leave his lips at the feeling of those plush lips of yours, trying to press himself more against you that left you whimpering. He wants to feel you more against him, to feel your skin on his and your hands on his body. His free hand gripped your thighs, his nails digging into your jeans clad thighs in desperation. He was trying to get a taste of you as much as he could, enough to make up for the year you've been separated. He could feel your thighs shaking underneath his palms.

When the two of you broke away from the kiss, a string of spit was connecting your lips. You quickly made a quick work of your pants and unzipped them, the soft shade of your panties greeting him. He helped you with your pants as you stood in front of him and pulled them away from you, tossing your pants somewhere around the room. You didn't have the patience to move to your bedroom and the curtains were not opened that wide anyway. No one will see.

He unzipped his own pants and pulled them down to his mid thighs and quickly you sat on his lap and straddled him with your legs on either side of his hips. You had your hands on his shoulders for support and pressed yourself further to his growing bulge. A sight left your lips from the contact, but then his hands got a hold of your hips and began to move you against him, earning a surprised moan from you. He was breathing heavily and he needed more than this right now. But he wants to satisfy you, and so he entertains what you want.

His gaze was focused on the way your hips moved, his bottom lip between his teeth. He moved his hips upwards, amused when you moaned from the friction against your clit. He could feel the wet patch from your panties on his underwear. You're so wet and you haven't even noticed the mess you've made.

He timed his pace with yours, feeling a bit generous for you tonight. "Did you miss me that much, hm?" You leaned down and hid your face in the crook of his neck, shying away from his question. "You're so cute. I miss the way you look whenever you're so desperate for me, and I love the way you make me feel so wanted. Fuck, I love you so much."

He turned his head, his lips close to your ears. "What do you want me to do to you?" His voice was hushed, breathy and lower than usual, and it sent a pleasurable tingle throughout your body. It's been a year since you've taken him, the mere thought of having him inside you had you clenching around nothing. God, he's so big and you're not even sure if he could still fit inside you. And yet you still want to feel his cum inside you, to feel it slide between your thighs, you want him to fuck you and ruin you 'till sundown.

His arms were now around your waist, roughly grinding his hips against yours to get a reaction out of you."I asked you a question, sweetheart." He knew that you loved his lower register so much and he had to take advantage of that weakness.

"Fuck me. Please Soobin." You whined, shifting your hips and felt him thrust his hips against you. The outline of his cock sent you into overdrive, desperate to put it inside you, you brought your hand between your bodies and under his boxers' waistband. He cursed as he felt your cold fingertips wrap around the tip of his cock, slowly spreading the bead of pre-cum around his tip. "Need you so, so much." You coo, muffling your voice on his hoodie.

Soobin pressed his lips on your neck, pulling your hips upwards to move your panties aside. His other hand pushing his boxers down to his thighs, pumping his cock before pushing you down against him. You sink down on him all the way, he was impossibly deep in this position, stuffed full and slick from your juices. You didn't expect yourself to take him in that easily despite his size. Your pizza was that eager to have him again, but the sting was still there as you stayed still to breathe.

"Shit… you're so tight for me." He groaned, barely hanging on. You wrapped your arms around his neck, clenching around his length as your legs failed you. A shaky breath escaped your lips when he began to grind his hips against yours, taking you to another level of deep, releasing a choked moan from your throat.

You tried to move, your ass bouncing on his thighs as you brought yourself up and pushed yourself down until he was buried deeply inside. "I want you to fuck me until you can't anymore, want you to cum in me. Please."

Soobin let out a breathy laugh, his chest heaving from breathing heavily. You felt heavenly around him.

"Anything for you, princess."

[alwritey-aphrodite]

Can I request 8.Bundling Up with TASM Peter Parker? Thank you!

2024 Holiday Blurbs

There’s so much to enjoy with the holiday season, you always seem to forget about the cold while you daydream of baking cookies and watching movies all day while the snow falls outside. You’ve lived in cold climates all your life and you’re no stranger to snowstorms and below freezing temperatures, but it always manages to sneak up on you every year. One day it’s beautifully crisp and sunny, and the next it’s freezing cold and cloudy for the foreseeable future.

“Did you rob a coat factory?” Peter stands in the doorway to the living room, staring at you surrounded by a pile of winter gear, almost completely submerged in hats and coats and scarves and gloves.

“It's supposed to snow tomorrow,” comes your response, as if that makes anything Peter is seeing make sense.

“And…”

“And I wanted to make sure we were ready for the cold, matching gloves and all that,” you hold up a pair of mittens, having searched through the massive pile for close to twenty minutes to find the left one.

He just stands there, back against the doorway with his arms folded across his chest, a smile on his face like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever seen. He loves everything about you, every little quirk is like a gemstone uncovered and cherished, filed away in his brain to admire whenever he pleases.

“Well, let’s take advantage of all your hard work and walk to grab dinner,” he says after a while of just watching you sort. Normally, the silence would leave your skin crawling, but you love to just share space with Peter, love to just know he’s existing with you in the same room.

“You just don’t want to do the dishes later,” you counter, even though you’re more than willing to indulge in some takeout.

“That doesn’t sound like me.”

“Fine, but we’re going to that Chinese place and getting the egg rolls and the wantons,” you say it like it’s a dealbreaker, but Peter would buy you whatever you wanted, even though you both know it’s going to be way too much food for you.

The walk to the restaurant is short, and you’ll be there and back in less than fifteen minutes, but the temperatures are dropping steadily and the sun has already set, leaving you without its added warmth, so you take your time bundling up. You pull on your jacket over the cozy sweatshirt you’d been wearing all day, and then you grab a hat, mittens and a scarf.

“You’re going to freeze,” you sing-song as you tug on your shoes, Peter standing ready by the door with just a coat on, his ears and nose and hands all exposed to the elements.

“It’s a short walk,” he retorts, even though he’s smiling.

“Yeah, and you’re going to be freezing during that short walk.” The two of you standoff, waiting for the other to break, but Peter gives in first with a dramatic sigh.

“Happy?” He asks after grabbing a beanie and tugging it over his hair, making sure it covers his ears.

“No scarf?”

“I’ll survive.”

“No gloves? Your fingers will fall off.”

“I’ll just hold your hand, you’ll keep me warm.”

You roll your eyes and sigh like it’s a chore, but you hold his hand the whole way to the restaurant, and again on the way home, and you say “I told you so” when his nose turns red from the wind, even though you kiss it better right after.

[seonrii]

› . ⌗﹒˙ 𐔌 . 엔시티 127.ᐟ ֹ₊ ꒱ › Snowlit warmthˎˊ˗ ──────𖹭

☆ pairing Ꜣ girldad! doyoung x mom! reader

☆genre Ꜣ fluff

☆word count Ꜣ 1,088 words

☆warnings Ꜣ none

☆author's note Ꜣ first and foremost, I'd like to address the use of images I made. I know the story takes place at night, but I couldn't find the perfect image for this story, so I used what I thought would work. That's all; I hope you enjoy reading it! If you have any requests or adjustments, please lmk! ദ്ദി(˵ • ᴗ - ˵ ) (I know christmas has already passed but winter hasn't yet!)

The snow falls softly, blanketing the ground in a pristine white layer that glistens under the faint glow of the streetlights. The crisp winter air carries the faint scent of pine, and the distant sound of wind rustling through the trees fills the quiet night. You pull your coat tighter around you, the cold biting at your cheeks as your breath puffs out in little clouds.

“Daeumi, come here,” you call gently, your voice carrying through the stillness.

Your daughter, bundled up in her bright pink puffer jacket, turns toward you, her little boots crunching against the snow as she waddles over. Her cheeks are flushed a rosy red, and her tiny mittened hands swing at her sides. She stumbles slightly but recovers quickly, her giggles bubbling into the cold air.

You crouch down, pulling the hood of her jacket over her head. “Don’t let it fall, okay? It’s too cold,” you remind her, your gloved hands adjusting the zipper snugly. “Tell me if you’re getting cold, alright?”

She nods shyly, her wide eyes meeting yours as she gives you a small, hesitant smile. “But, Mama,” she starts, her voice soft and pleading, “can I take my gloves off? Please?”

You sigh, shaking your head gently. “I’m sorry, baby. You know how your dad overreacts when you get cold,” you explain. Her lips form a pout, and she looks down, her disappointment clear.

Not wanting her to feel sad, you quickly scoop up a handful of snow, rolling it into a small snowball. “Hey, baby, it’s okay,” you say, holding the snowball up for her to see. “We can still make Olaf with our gloves on. Look!”

Her eyes light up with curiosity as she watches you mold the snow. “See? It’s not so bad. And if we’re lucky, Elsa might come to pick Olaf up. We could even say hi to her,” you whisper playfully, leaning closer as if sharing a secret.

Her face transforms with excitement, her smile stretching wide. “Okay, Mommy!” she exclaims, her little feet carrying her toward a fresh pile of snow. She begins eagerly patting the snow together, her small hands clumsily shaping it.

You join her, kneeling beside her to help shape the base of the snowman. Together, you stack snowballs, smoothing the edges carefully. Her giggles fill the air, and she hums a familiar tune—likely from her favorite movie—while working.

The sound of a car pulling into the driveway draws your attention. Turning, you see your husband, Doyoung, lowering his car window. He pauses, watching the two of you with a soft smile before turning off the engine and stepping out.

Your daughter, Daeumi, too engrossed in building Olaf, didn't notice him approaching. He creeps closer, the crunch of snow under his boots muffled by your laughter.

“Papa!” your daughter squeals when she finally spots him. She abandons the snowman and runs toward him, her arms outstretched.

Doyoung crouches just in time to catch her, scooping her up effortlessly. “I missed you, Papa,” she says, her voice soft and pouty as she rests her head on his shoulder.

He chuckles, pressing a kiss to her cold cheek. “I missed you too, sweetheart,” he replies, his voice warm and affectionate. Her gummy smile melts his heart, and he scrunches his nose playfully at her.

“Hi, Mama,” he greets you, his eyes crinkling as he smiles. You stand, brushing snow off your coat, and kiss him lightly on the cheek. “Welcome home,” you say warmly.

“What are you two up to?” he asks, glancing at the half-built snowman.

“Papa, don’t look!” Daeumi exclaims suddenly, wriggling out of his arms. She runs back to the snowman, her hands flying as she works to finish it.

Doyoung laughs, covering his eyes obediently. “Okay, okay! I’m not looking!”

You chuckle at their antics and crouch beside your daughter to help her finish the snowman. After a few whispered instructions, she grins mischievously.

“Papa, you can look now!” she calls.

Doyoung uncovers his eyes just in time to see a snowball flying straight at him. It hits him square in the chest, and he gasps dramatically, his hand flying to his heart.

“What was that for?” he exclaims, feigning shock.

You and Daeumi burst into laughter, another snowball already flying his way. “It was Daeumi’s idea!” you tease, pointing at your daughter, who looks equally surprised at being blamed.

“Oh, really?” he says, narrowing his eyes playfully. He lunges toward her, scooping her up as she squeals with laughter. Spinning her around, he peppers her with kisses, her giggles echoing through the night.

“Papa, put me down!” she begs between laughs. Doyoung sets her down gently, and she immediately runs back to the snowman. “Papa, look! It’s Olaf!” she announces proudly, gesturing to the finished snowman.

Doyoung crouches beside her, inspecting the snowman with an exaggeratedly serious expression. “I think Elsa and Santa will both love it,” he declares, making her beam with pride.

He stands and walks back to you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. His chin rests on your shoulder, and he presses a soft kiss to your neck. “I missed you,” he murmurs, his voice low and tender.

You smile, leaning into his warmth. “I missed you too,” you reply, your hand finding its way to his hair.

“You forgot something,” he says, pouting slightly.

You turn to face him, raising an eyebrow. “Oh? And what’s that?”

He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, his hand cupping your cheek as he leans in. His lips meet yours in a gentle, lingering kiss, the cold of the night forgotten in the warmth of his touch.

“Eww!” a small voice interrupts, and you both pull away, laughing as you see Daeumi covering her eyes. “Tell me when you’re done!” she exclaims, her voice filled with mock disgust.

Doyoung steals one last quick kiss, making you gasp. “What? She told us to tell her when we’re done,” he says with a cheeky grin.

You shake your head, laughing as your daughter groans dramatically. The three of you head back inside, the warmth of the house welcoming you. Daeumi snuggles into the couch with a mug of hot chocolate, her eyelids growing heavy as she recounts her snowman adventure.

Later, as you tuck her into bed, Doyoung pulls you close, his arms wrapping around you. The night ends with the two of you sharing a quiet moment, watching the snow fall gently outside, grateful for the love and warmth of your little family.

[nobedofroses]

December 19th

pairing: no outbreak!Joel Miller x fem!reader

warnings: fluff

words: 678

a/n: although I've not made it very explicit before, this does take place somewhere between the mid 90s- mid 00s, just for reference with the pop culture stuff Joel no. 3 Directory

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Living somewhere that was generally warmer than the typically wintry parts of the country, you never expected it to snow in December. You didn’t even bank on it snowing every year. But here it was, not even the last days of December and it was snowing. 

Sure it was about ten flakes a minute and all of it was melting as soon as it touched the ground, but you were ecstatic. You bundled up in a coat, scarf, hat, mittens, and boots (not snow boots, just regular boots) to go on your walk outside and enjoy the snow. But then you stepped outside and decided to put your scarf back because you didn’t want to get too warm. 

You were only to the end of the block when you heard your name being called. The voice was clearly recognizable and you turned to face Joel with a smile. He was wearing a coat and was walking quickly to catch up with you. 

“Can I join you for your walk? Do you mind?” 

“No, of course you can,” you told him and, with a fast-beating heart, you held out your hand to him.

Joel smiled and took your hand. He wasn’t wearing mittens or gloves, so before you started walking again you said, “hold on,” and pulled your hand back to take off your mitten and then put your hand back in his. 

“Won’t your hand get cold?” Joel asked with a little concern. 

“Mmm, I think you’ll keep me warm,” you said with a smug little smile. 

Joel laughed and the two of you started walking. 

After a bit of chatting, Joel said, “So, Sarah says you aren’t going to see your folks for the holidays?” 

You laughed, “Of course she remembered. Um, yeah, they’re going on this trip to see my aunt in Australia but I don’t have enough time off to really make it worth it I don’t think.” 

“Wow, that’s a long ways away. Do you… have other plans then?” 

You shrugged, “Some people from work are getting together on Christmas Eve during the day but nothing later or on Christmas Day.”

“You could— I mean, um, Sarah and I would like to invite you to our Christmas, both Eve and Day, if you would like to attend,” Joel said, a little nervously. 

You found it endearing that he was trying to be so polite. “That’s so sweet of you two. I’d love to come. What sort of things do you do? Any traditions?” 

Joel smiled and brought your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss against the back of it before he replied,” Yeah, a few. But we keep things pretty lowkey overall. We have a nice dinner but nothing too fancy. And Sarah usually gets a movie as a gift so we’ll watch that Christmas Day. We’d be happy to incorporate any of your traditions you have.”

“Well I like that you’re not spending all day cooking. However, we usually make cinnamon rolls the night before to have for breakfast,” you told him. 

“I feel like that’s doable, with you leading the charge.” 

You smiled, “Definitely. We also, and I know this is somewhat of a controversial one, watch Die Hard on Christmas Eve.”

“Really?” Joel asked with interest. 

Laughing, you explained, “I am into a good action movie every now and then. And it does take place on Christmas Eve and, I’m sorry, but Alan Rickman is very hot in it.” 

Joel’s eyebrows shot to his hairline, “Alan Rickman? You know his name?” 

“Yeah! Have you heard his voice? And he’s so handsome, especially with that nice, prominent nose of his,” you said, very matter of factly. 

Joel did find that a good sign as someone with a very prominent nose himself, “Yeah, I suppose he’s a good-looking dude.” 

The rest of your walk was spent discussing movies, planning for your shared holiday, and just getting to know each other. And when you got back to your block, you managed to sneak Joel into your house for a little time alone together. 

❄️❄️❄️

[melpomenelamusa]

Holiday surprise - Chimeras

~Special Chapter~

CW: Lady whumpee, pet whump, mostly fluff really.

Madame Lavenza never celebrated the holidays. When December began, she would have the mansion decorated with hundreds of red and gold balls, crystal and ice decorations, and a huge tree in the hall. It wasn't that the woman had any interest in the Christmas spirit, she just liked to show off and spend her money on something.

For Fidi, these dates didn't mean anything special either. They never did for her family, which had always been disunited and poisonous, and they didn't mean anything now, when her role was to play the pet of a crazy woman with too much purchasing power.

Cold mornings were not to the liking of the snake girl, who felt the icy air sneak through her scales and stick to her bones. In the early morning, the cold was even greater, making her shiver and bury herself in the soft duvet and warm sheets.

Suddenly someone opened the door to her room.

"Get up, little snake! I'm preparing a surprise.”

What would Madame Lavenza want on December 25th at 5 in the morning? Nothing good, surely. The lightbulb in her bedroom turned on, illuminating the room with blinding white light. The sheets were torn from her body and a hand closed around her arm, pulling the snake girl up.

"Quick, go get ready! We're running out of time.”

Still sleepy, Fidi quickly showered and dressed in the clothes the woman handed her: a red dress with a design that resembled the classic Santa Claus suit, candy cane-striped stockings, and a pair of mittens. Was Madame Lavenza planning a Christmas-themed photo shoot? Were they going to some themed party? Fidi had many questions, but none could be answered.

They went down to the hall. There was a large gift box, empty and open. Fidi didn't have much time to think about what that could mean when suddenly a pair of servants grabbed her.

"What's wrong?!", Fidi asked, with a hint of fear.

"This is what I get for losing a bet," Madame Lavenza commented, holding up a thick, long red ribbon and approaching the girl. "Next year I'll try harder to win."

~

Neli woke up because of the knocking on her door.

"Get up! Master Fredrik is calling you.”

Neli squeezed her eyelids shut as if she wanted to convince herself that Miss Amere's voice was just part of a nightmare; but the knocks and screams didn't stop, and if she didn't hurry to open the door, she knew it would only end worse for her.

She got out of bed, feeling the cold floor against the bare soles of her feet. The alarm clock read about five minutes to 7 am.

"Good morning, Miss Amere," Neli said, after opening the door.

"Stupid rabbit, are you going to spend the whole morning sleeping?" replied the woman with glasses and a wrinkled face. When she got angry, her face looked more like a pale raisin. "You should be thankful that Master Fredrik thought of you and prepared a gift for you. Go to the hall."

A gift? Oh, it was true, today was Christmas. Neli hated this date, because it reminded her of the pain of not being able to share it with her family. It had been a couple of years since she had seen them. They must miss me as much as I miss them, she told herself. It was what she repeated to herself every day to try to keep some sanity in that house.

Master Fredrik was not one for celebrations. He just liked to take advantage of any excuse to bring alcohol, drugs and women to the mansion. Christmas didn't matter to him, and therefore, neither did gifts. Had he really prepared a surprise for Neli?

"Do you need me to go change?" the girl asked. She was only wearing her pajamas: pink shorts and a thick sweater-type shirt.

"Those big ears don't work for you? I told you to go to the hall immediately."

The rabbit girl pursed her lips, before nodding and starting to walk in the indicated direction. When she reached the hall, she discovered that Master Fredrik was already there. Next to him was an elegant blonde woman. Neli had already seen her before: she was the owner of Ofidia. Between them, on the floor, was a huge box wrapped in gift paper, with a big bow on top.

“Ah, you finally appear,” Fredrik said. “Here, I brought you a present. Merry Christmas, or whatever.”

Neli was… surprised, to say the least. She couldn’t help but stare, with her mouth open, at the huge box and then at the two adults in front of her.

“She looks quite dumb,” Madame Lavenza murmured, covering her mouth with a gloved hand, before addressing the man. “I hope you use this gift wisely. I am not usually so flexible, but this time I´ll give in because I admit my defeat in the bet.”

Fredrik shrugged, with a half smile. Between his fingers was a cigarette. He brought it to his mouth, inhaled, and then blew out a puff of smoke. He had a bad habit of smoking from very early on.

“Hey, you, fat rabbit, hurry up and open your present.”

At those words, Neli reacted. She walked over to the gift and crouched down next to it. It was very large. Neli's hands were shaking as she undid the ribbon on the surface and removed the lid. When she saw the inside, her surprise grew exponentially.

"Ofidia?!"

Inside the box was the snake girl. Her arms and legs were tied with a red ribbon. The same ribbon covered her lips, tied behind her head, which was decorated with a huge gift bow. Ofidia's eyes slowly opened as the box opened, and when they met Neli's they opened even more, shining like two yellow crystals.

"Lavenza and I made a bet," Fredrik said, taking another drag on his cigarette. "Whoever lost would give a gift to the other's pet."

"It's a temporary gift," the blonde woman clarified. "Make good use of her in the meantime. I'll come pick her up later."

"Well, yes, have fun," Fredrik said, without giving it much importance. He and the woman left, leaving them alone in the hall.

"Fidi!" Neli said, hurrying to get the snake girl out of the box. With slightly clumsy fingers, she untied the ribbons that bound her body. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine," the other girl replied, once free. "This was a surprise for me too."

An awkward silence formed between them.

"I'm sorry," Neli said suddenly. "I'm sorry they did this to you."

"It's okay," Fidi replied, letting out a tired sigh. "These are things we can't control. I'm used to it."

Neli felt her heart clench as she heard those words. She had only just turned three years old under Fredrick's power, but Fidi had been under her owner's control for many more years. She had suffered for many more years.

"Still, I'm very sorry," she repeated.

It was then that Fidi took her hand.

"No problem. It may not be the most pleasant method; but... I'm glad I can be with you on this day." 

Neli felt a heat rise to her face, and deep down she was relieved that the snake girl had said what her mind was thinking but didn't have the courage to say out loud.

"Shall we go to my room?" Neli asked, not knowing what else to do. Breakfast wouldn't be served for a few hours anyway.

They went to the room. It was relatively large, with pink walls and painted flower drawings, as if trying to imitate a garden. On one side was the bathroom, the bed and the wardrobe, and on the other side was a long, thick curtain that hid "the cage", that space overlooking the game room where Fredrik used to show off his pet when he had parties in his mansion.

"Do… you want to do something?" Nelly asked, trying to hide her nervousness. She suddenly felt very embarrassed for not having dressed and still walking around in only her pajamas.

"Honestly, I'm cold," Fidi said, wrapping her thin body with her arms. "I'm not good at tolerating the cold." 

"Oh! You can lie down here if you want," Neli said, pointing to her own bed. It wasn't until the words had already left her lips that she understood what that could mean: "Say, there are plenty of warm sheets here, or I can lend you a sweater..."

Fidi smiled and the rabbit girl felt her heart skip a beat. Fidi slipped under the covers.

“It’s very comfortable here,” she said, before turning to the other girl. “Aren’t you going to bed?”

Neli felt her ears twitch out of pure instinct.

“S-sure.”

Putting the duvet back a little, the rabbit girl settled herself on one side of the mattress, making sure to keep her distance from her companion.

“What are we doing today?” Fidi asked. “I doubt Madame Lavenza will let me stay here for more than a few hours. She likes nothing less than being kept away from her precious things.”

“Don’t say that,” Neli said, impulsively taking Fidi’s slender hands in hers. “You’re a wonderful person, not a thing, you’re much more than what these people tell you you are.”

Fidi’s eyebrows arched in surprise. Neli thought she might have said too much. She wanted to pull away, but Fidi's fingers remained entwined with hers.

"You're... very sweet, Neli," she said. From so close, the rabbit girl clearly saw Fidi's straight eyelashes and the pearly scales on her cheekbones, like small jewels.

Without realizing it, they both came closer until their bodies were joined, until they were entwined and hugged. Fidi looked quite small compared to Neli, and her body usually felt cold. Neli wished she would never have to take her away from her arms. Who knew when the next time they could see each other would be; if their owners, those people who kept them captive just for being considered "different", would allow them one more moment of this small freedom.

Neli didn't know, and that's why she told herself that she had to enjoy every opportunity she had to be with the people she loved.

Hugged and wrapped in the warm sheets, both girls fell asleep.

Taglist: @scoundrelwithboba @morning-star-whump @lancedoncrimsonwings @3-2-whump @whumped-by-glitter @string-of-broken-hearts

I love the girls. I want to make them suffer as much as I want to make them happy. Maybe later in the story I can do both, hehe. Thank you so much for reading and Merry Christmas! 🎁

[heroesfan101]

MARQUI 😘💋💋💋💋💋

Hello my lovely :3

Did you know that I am kissing you forever? That every night I hope a sweet warmth envelops your hand? Have you ever been told you are the biggest sweetie pie ever? Are you perhaps aware that u are a precious blessing in this world? Do you have any idea how long your faves have spent thinking about you nonstop? I wonder if you’ve been informed of the fact that you deserve the world and all things good?

Cuddling you and wishing you well always, my dear uwu.

I hope you have been doing okay! I hope you’ve been able to keep warm as it’s begun to get colder 🧤🧣.

If you would like, feel free to share any self ship thoughts you’ve been thinking about lately 🥰🫶🏾

DERE! You are literally the sweetest 😘❤️😘❤️ Forgive me, I had to hold onto this message and cherish it a little longer. Thank you for being so kind. I hope it comes back around to you tenfold! Your faves are always cuddling you and giving you the softest of kisses 💋

I've been doing well. I've had two short work weeks which has been great. This has given me more time for self-ship thoughts! To your point, it has been getting cold lately and I've been feeling very cozy with the faves.

Yuji and I on very cold days like to make cinnamon rolls and hot chocolate, always cuddled up as we watch an old movie

Reo likes to take me shopping for a winter wardrobe, holding my hand as we see the holiday light displays

Sugawara and I get a shared pair of mittens since our hands always get cold. With our matching sweaters we can't help but giggle, clearly in love.

Vash and I would decorate donuts Iike turkeys, snowflakes and ornaments. I'm only able to take pictures for 10 seconds before he's biting into it.

Miyuki and I are decorating a gingerbread house, laughing as we smooth the icing out on the roof of the house. Once we finish decorating our respective gingerbread people, he gives me a backhug, feeling undoubtedly soft.

[sithdestined]

He did not have much experience at all, if he was being honest. Anakin had not grown up in New York, but in Florida, where the heat had been constant and sweltering. It didn't even get properly cold in the winter. They'd moved when he was nine but by then, he'd missed the introduction most kids had to things like skating. Sure, there has been indoor rinks but skating on them meant paying for it and also meant paying for skates and while Anakin had had several hobbies growing up, none of them had been particularly pricey. Shmi had done her best but there was never any question that he would not be enrolling in sports or expensive clubs or taking up hobbies that required injections of cash.

He'd made his own fun, and Christmas had been lovely even without snow (and without many presents), Shmi had made sure of that, but Christmas is New York was...entirely different. He had never been passionate about the holiday but it was hard not to let the infectious spirit take hold when things began to cool and the lights went up, especially at Rockefeller Center. The whole city was bright and warm no matter how chilly it was outside and he'd come to look forward to the holidays. They weren't necessarily better off financially than they had been in Florida, but Anakin had enough to look after his mother in the home they shared and to put a couple gifts under the tree.

Padmé's world was different from his own but it didn't feel like they were far apart at all when they were together. Perhaps it was all happening fast, but it didn't matter. She had come in and stolen his heart and he didn't want it back. Ironic turn of phrase, given how they'd met. And to show her how serious he was about this newly blossoming relationship, he had invited her back home to meet his mother, the other most important woman in his life. All he had to do was brave the gauntlet of ice skating and not fall on his ass or break anything and then they would head back to Brooklyn to the modest Skywalker family home, together. Anakin watched her lacing up her skates as he did his own up, attempting to make it less obvious that he was staring by giving her a demure look from below his lashes.

Once she was finished, he offered her a hand, putting his feet beneath him. He wore a flannel jacket, the collar a sherpa white and a pair of jeans which didn't offer much by the way of warmth, but that was his fault for underestimating the chill as per usual. Hands in mittens, nose already red from the cool air, he nodded. "Be gentle with me, okay? I wasn't particularly good at roller skates back home...I can't imagine this is easier," he confessed, as they headed toward the rink entrance. He didn't mind looking silly in front of her. It wouldn't be the first time. But still, he didn't want to make a complete fool out of himself in front of the girl he liked. Really liked.

Padmé was not unaware of the trope of starting a relationship so close to the holidays, but she was convinced she was not just another victim of cuffing season. Anakin was more than just a very pretty man to snuggle up with during the cold winter months (although he was very nice to cuddle with.) He had singlehandedly reawakened her belief in romance, after having her heart crushed a few years ago by Palo abandoning her for art school in Italy.

The past month had brought a lot of changes: her office and apartment being broken into, meeting @sithdestined, winning her election as mayor, dating Anakin. And as much of a whirlwind as it had felt like, she just knew that this relationship was serious. It was important. If nothing else, then the fact that he'd asked her to come home with him for dinner and meet his mother after ice skating tonight was a clue that he was as serious about her as she was about him.

Was she a little bit nervous about this meeting? More than a little bit nervous, even? Only because it was imperative that his mom like her. Because she really really liked him. (Possibly more than just liking.) But for now, she had an hour to forget all about this and just enjoy a holiday tradition with her boyfriend. She finished lacing up her skates and then stood up, grinning, and looked at Anakin. "You ready?" Ice skating was a frequent wintertime activity for Padmé, and so she felt confident out on the rink. She wasn't actually certain how much experience he had on skates. She'd just been so excited that he'd agreed to go skating at Rockefeller Center with her when she'd asked.

[dykejake]

mittens

pairing: jake kiszka x f!reader

word count: 1,973

summary: jake kiszka, your best friend, calls you “mittens” because you always borrow his. after giving you his before he goes on the road, what will happen when you reunite?

this fic is my secret santa gift for @ghostly-luck ✨❄️ I have enjoyed being your santa so, so very much sloane! you are such a wonderful, beautiful soul and I hope that my gift can help your holiday season be as wonderful as you deserve.

You always blushed softly at the nickname your best friend had for you. He called you mittens, because your hands were always cold, and thus you had to borrow his mittens whenever you came over. He joked with you often about how you should just bring your own mittens to his house, but you had a secret: you really, really liked wearing Jake’s.

As much as you didn’t want to admit it to yourself, you’d been pining for Jake for years. You got along so well, you loved your board game nights at the Kiszkas and you and Jake made sure to watch Beetlejuice and Coraline together every halloween, but you wanted more, and you wanted to be more to him. The problem was that you knew about his big, bold dreams and the even scarier thing to you was that you knew, deep in your very soul, that he would achieve them.

His mom had very kindly invited you over for a small holiday get together on a cold December night, promising you a chill, comforting meal of grilled cheese and tomato soup, and Jake had promised you that you would be driving around together after dinner to admire all the lights on the houses in your small town.

The meal had been lovely, everyone sat on the couch chatting about their plans for the month and the weather outside, eating their warm comfort food. You’d elected to sit beside Sam instead of Jake, too nervous to be close to your friend. His eyebrows had furrowed when you took your place, but you deflected it by making a joke about how you had to share your time with each brother and you would be driving around with him later, hoping he would understand and not notice that you were more and more nervous about spending time physically close to him.

After you finished, Jake took your hand gently and led you out to his car. He opened your door for you, doing a silly bow and saying “milady” in a horrible fake British accent, prompting a deep and embarrassing belly laugh from you. He smiled brightly at you - you knew he loved that he could always make you laugh. After you sat down, he made his way to the driver’s seat and started the car.

“Before we go, mittens, I have something for you.”

“Jake,” you said sternly, “your mom said no gifts.”

“No, I know. But, this is special, don’t tell her and she’ll never know.”

He shushed you as you tried to protest, leaning over the open the glove compartment and pulling out a very neatly wrapped gift. He handed it to you, looking at you expectantly. Your brain knew you should argue with him, knew you shouldn’t accept the gift when you hadn’t brought anything for him - but his eyes were so wide and sparkly that your heart couldn’t resist. You ripped open the beautiful little package with glee, then gasped when you saw what was inside.

He blushed, lifting a hand to the back of his neck and looking embarrassed.

“I know, they’re not, like new, or whatever, but you always wear them anyways and I wanted you to have them. Keep your hands warm, and maybe like. Remember me when I’m out with the band, y’know? Our friendship is important to me, and I want you to have them.”

You were trying to hold back tears prickling at the corner of your eyes.

“No, shhh… they’re perfect, Jake.”

He smiled as you pulled them onto your hands and lifted your hands to your cheeks, resting your head in your now-mittened hands. He leaned forward and gently kissed your forehead.

“I really love you, mittens.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

You had always been a bit sad about the fact that you and Jake never really stayed in touch. Yeah, you followed each other on instagram, and texted each other happy birthday and merry christmas (his often a week or more late), but it didn’t go much beyond that. It wasn’t that you hadn’t wanted to, just… things change, and people get older.

That didn’t mean he didn’t have a very special place in your heart. He’d been your first love, and you’d never forget him. And yeah… you still had those mittens, and you wore them every winter. The knit was starting to wear and pill, but you loved them more than you could ever say.

You were out shopping on a Friday in December, trying to find gifts for your loved ones, at a local Christmas Market. You were wearing a hat, a long jacket, scarf, and of course… Jake’s mittens. Just as you were reaching out to grab a hand-knitted hat off of a table when you heard a soft, gentle, and all-too familiar voice behind you.

“Mittens?”

The question was full of hope, and your heart lifted in your chest. You turned slowly, worrying that he wouldn’t actually be standing there and you had just been hearing things.

You were wrong, though. There he was, even more beautiful than you remembered, looking directly at you with a big smile on his face. When he realized that it was indeed you, he opened his arms for a hug. You smiled back at him, abandoning your bags on the snowy ground and hugging him tightly. He rocked you back and forth, holding you tightly.

“Hi, Jake.”

It was muffled against his jacket, but you didn’t care. You were so excited to see him, so excited to be back in his arms, and it truly felt like he had never left.

He let go of you after what felt like an eternity, pointing at your bags. You picked them back up with a smile and a laugh.

“Still have the mittens, huh?”

“Yup. They’re still just as warm as they used to be.”

There was so much more in that sentence than you were saying - the love you felt when you put them on, the echo of him saying your nickname in your mind, the look he had given you when you told him you loved them, the kiss he had oh-so-gently placed on your forehead.

“I’m glad. I’ve missed you, mittens. Do you want to get a hot chocolate, catch up maybe?”

“Yes, I’d love to!”

He reached out to you, and you gestured with both hands full of bags that you couldn’t hold his hand.

He laughed gently. “If you pass me some of the bags, mittens, you can hold my hand.”

You blushed, passing him a handful of the bags and offering out your free hand to him after he had taken them. You walked alongside him to a hot chocolate stand, letting him buy one for each of you after he insisted, then made your way over to some free seats. You took a sip of yours, and heard him burst into laughter.

“Here,” he said, leaning forward to brush off the whipped cream you had just gotten on your nose.

You blushed - at the embarrassment, mostly, but also at how much you had missed his touch. He smiled at you fondly.

“I really did miss you.” It was lighthearted, but earnest - just as Jake always was.

“I missed you too, Jake. I’m sorry that I’m terrible at keeping in touch.”

He waved his hand in the air flippantly, “both of our faults, I think.”

“I will say that seeing you today? Feels like you never even left.”

He smiled warmly at you and you returned it, taking another sip of your hot chocolate.

“Mittens. Can I tell you something?”

“Always.”

“I always loved you.”

“I know, you told me regularly.”

“No, mittens. I loved you.”

You met his eyes, then, not quite daring to believe what he was telling you.

“Yeah. I loved you, I did. And we kinda drifted apart, I have the band, you’ve got your incredible job. But seeing you again, seeing you still wearing those damn mittens…”

Your heart fluttered, not letting him finish.

“I loved you, too. And I think I still do, Jake.”

His cheeks widened into a smile, and he leaned across the table to meet your lips. You raised your hands to his chest, his old pair of mittens resting against his coat, before fisting them into the fabric to pull him closer. When you finally pulled back from the kiss with a sigh, you could hardly catch your breath - you’d wanted this for years.

“Mittens?” He breathed out against your lips.

“Yeah?” Your voice was barely a whisper.

“Can I get you a new pair?”

~*~*~*~*~*~

Jake’s mom was beyond excited to have you back at theirs for the holidays, embracing you with open arms despite the years that had passed since the last time you were here.

She’d pulled you close and whispered in your ear, “I always knew you’d be back at christmas one year as his girlfriend.”

You’d blushed in response, and she patted your cheek gently. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Josh and Sam were on either side of you, crushing you into a hug sandwich.

“We missed you, mittens! It’s so nice to see you again.”

“It’s nice to see you too, boys.”

You managed to shimmy your way out of their hug, making your way over to the tree and putting your gifts for everyone underneath in as organized a manner as possible. You tried not to examine the pile that had your name on it, but you noticed a very-possibly-mittens-shaped package on top and smiled softly to yourself.

Once yours were underneath, you heard Sam shout that it was present time and found yourself a place on the couch, and Jake sat down beside you. You cuddled into his side and he pressed a kiss to your temple, half in your hair.

It came your turn to open presents, and Jake let you open all the others before handing you the one that clearly had mittens in it. The gifts from everyone else were thoughtful, kind, and funny, and you very sweetly thanked everyone before Jake handed you his. You smiled at him, fondly, before ripping it open to reveal the most beautiful pair of mittens you had ever seen. They were obviously handmade - knitted with soft black yarn, and a lilac embroidered on each hand. Your eyes welled up with tears as you pulled them onto your hands.

He quickly leaned forward to wipe your tears away and kissed your forehead - just as he had the last time he had gifted you a very beautiful pair of mittens.

“Do you like them, mittens?”

You lifted your hands to your cheeks and rested your head in them, just as you had with the last pair.

“Yes, Jake. I absolutely love them.”

You wanted to kiss him, but suddenly remembered that you weren’t the only two people in the room and giggled softly, turning to tell Sam that it was his turn to open presents.

As the room continued to fill with laughter and warmth as everyone continued their celebrations, you snuggled further into your boyfriend’s embrace. It was a little bit surreal, difficult to believe that this much had changed since the last time you were at the Kiszkas’ in December.

Jake took a lock of your hair in his hands, twirling it gently as he looked down at you.

“Whatcha thinkin about, mittens?”

You smiled up at him, pressing a quick kiss to his lips, hoping nobody else would notice.

“How happy I am to be here, and how much I love you.”

taglist: @secretgvfstan​, @fosterkidwiththebrokenjaw​, @screechesincoherently​, @tlexx​, @theweightofstardust​, @godblessmarywanna, @weightofdreams-gvf​