gryffindor ; slipping into coffee shops to keep out of the cold, big cozy parkas, snow ball fights - no - snow ball wars, flannel, doc martens, board games by the fire, building excessive snow forts, ugly christmas sweaters, big knit mittens, living in leggings or skinny jeans despite the cold, eating all the christmas oranges and all the baking before anyone else can, watching arthur christmas, putting up the tree on december 1st, trying to stay up all night christmas eve
ravenclaw ; reading under heavy blankets, braving the cold to take pictures of the trees when they’re perfectly dusted with snow, cashmere turtlenecks, always holding a cup of steaming tea, reading robert frost, burning candles to stay warm, mom jeans and big woolly socks, baking cinnamon buns, putting up all the fairy lights, building igloos, making paper snowflakes, watching
the polar express, always cold and sleepy
hufflepuff ; oversized woolly scarves, chatting and reading by the fire, hot cocoa with heaps of whipped cream, bean boots, walks through fields of snow, baking sugar cookies, making snow angels, walking around the house with a blanket wrapped around them, always smelling like a warm vanilla candle, knitting everything, picking out christmas trees, always in holiday pyjamas, making christmas puns, planting poinsettias,
watching elf over and over and over
slytherin ; still walking around in heels like the snow and ice don’t exist, slim fitting woolen overcoats, all black everything, apparently never cold, beanies with a fur pom pom, watching the snow fall late at night, leather gloves, decorating with ivy and mistletoe,
building snowmen and ice sculptures, berry lipstick stains on red starbucks cups, watching the holiday, waking up way too early christmas morning and getting up anyways
10 Ways to Make Your Dorm Room (almost) Instantly Homier
Whether you’re heading back to college for the fourth or very first time, try these tips to feel at home on campus:
Lamps! Even in the nicest accommodations (like Smith!) the overhead lighting isn’t all that pleasant. A lamp or two (maybe one floor lamp and one bedside) softens the light in the room, and undeniably makes it homier. Pick up some thrift store lamps once you get there, especially if you’re coming from far away, that way you can ditch them at the end of the semester if you can’t store or move them easily (plus thrifted lamps are pretty cheap — I found one of my three lamps on the side of the road, the other two were willed to me).
A rug can make a room feel much warmer, and I much prefer stepping onto a rug when I get out of bed over the cold floor. I’ve also had friends use a rug as a seating area on the floor, lined with throw pillows against the wall (especially good if you’re not a fan of folks sitting on your bed).
Cool it on the high school friends photos. You might see photo collages that take up entire walls on Pinterest and in friends’ rooms, but a few nice photos in frames of family and friends from home can aesthetically and mentally prepare you for new friends and adventures in college.
You can never have too many mugs. The bigger the better — tea, coffee, water, extracurricular beverages (you know, like milk for your cookies), cereal, fruit, yogurt, the mug is one of the most universal dishes.
Extra blankets of different weights will up your cozy factor, and will come in handy when it’s fort building time. You can also fold these up to use as extra pillows for leaning against the wall/on your bed. Especially as you’re adjusting to a new house’s thermostat, a variety of blankets is nice to have as you figure out what makes you comfy.
Fake flowers or plants, or real ones if you’re ambitious, add sweet bursts of color to your very neutral room. I like to keep mine in wine bottles, as it really classes up the place, and is perfect for making a get together with friends or a wine date with a friend/gal pal/boy toy more festive.
Keep the blinds open during the day! If you can, arrange a mirror to reflect the light from the window (my first year my closet door, which had a mirror on the outside, was luckily directly across from a window, and it actually made a substantial difference to the feel of the room).
Have some conversation starters — a favorite album artwork, a poster from a favorite trip/museum visit/concert/movie, a small statue you found in your first year room’s light box (now there’s a story), a map with markers on it (Places you’ve been? Places you want to go? Places people you love are?), a flag from your state/country/political party (I proudly fly the NWP flag and it has made me several friends), something you made or someone made for you (maybe a blanket your grandma crocheted you). Anything that a new friend can ask about and you’ll have more to say than just, “oh I thought it looked nice.” Something with a story is always great, and it’s a great way to find things in common right away. On that note, if you bring books from home, people are going to check them out when they come by your room, so make them count!
A tapestry or something cloth on the wall will really warm up your white-walled room!
Seasonal decor you make yourself, like paper snowflakes with your roommates when you’re ready for snow, or paper flowers for when you desperately want it to be spring — festive and a nice study break!
• sweater paws for all
• jisung has a ridiculous scarf that has puff balls on it. why? the world may never know
• guanlin & minhyun being in charge of putting up decorations because they’re the only people tall enough to reach
• maknae line + a GIANT scarf
• drinking hot chocolate & cuddling by the fire
• someone put jinyoung in a flashy reindeer headband and what’s this? daehwi has one that matches? what a coincidence
• daniel has a santa beard
• making paper snowflakes as a group
• ongniel feeding each other roasted marshmallows
• sungwoon and jaehwan loudly dueting every christmas and winter song they know
• jihoon gets shugo chara toys as his gift and turns to the camera like he’s in the office
• and of course woojin is videotaping everything and occasionally snarking ft. jisung
(Ice anon again). I'm mostly looking for symbolism; I'm making a jar spell for an ice dragon and I just need things that relate to ice or cold...
Make paper snowflakes, or draw them. There are charms and ornaments in the shapes of snowflakes and icicles that can be used. Lots of white and pale blue colors. Those are my ideas; maybe others have some to share too?
This is the first of a series of drabbles I’ll be posting throughout December. I was inspired by my own traditions for the first snow of the season, so I figured a series of cute, fluffy drabbles would be the perfect thing to write.
Summary: You’ve been eagerly awaiting the first snow of the season. While baking cookies for the team, you see the first few flakes of snow start falling.
Word Count: 579
It was the second day of December. You had been praying for snow for weeks as the temperature steadily dropped, but to no avail. It had rained a few times, but no snow yet. Still, you were holding out hope that you’d at least get a white Christmas this year.
The first snow of the season was always the most special. It made you happy to be alive. You could sit for hours just watching the tiny snowflakes fall from the sky, slowly piling up on the ground. Some people hated snow; hated shoveling it from their driveways, saying it was inconvenience. You couldn’t possibly disagree any more. It was an absolutely magical phenomenon.
My secret santa fic swap for @unclesteeb who sent in too many good prompts to leave undone. I hope you like it, friend!
Prompt: The ot3 stuck in a blizzard on Christmas + Who gets to kiss Sam first under the mistletoe?
“A quinjet?” Steve strode into the kitchen and cupped his hand over his ear, speaking into the com. “No. I don’t think that’s necessary.”
In the small living space behind Steve, Sam and Bucky argued over how to tear down the transmitter and equipment. Sam had, evidently, tried to pack up the cord without winding it properly, and Bucky was giving him shit.
“I know, and it’s up to three feet of snow out there,” Steve said. “… Tomorrow’s Christmas… but I think we’re gonna stay. Yeah, we got what we needed here. Sam’s uploading it now. …. No problem. Merry Christmas, Natasha.”
Steve ended the call and took the comlink out of his ear. He smiled as he set it down on the counter. No coms, at least for tonight. It’s Christmas, after all. From the window over the sink, Steve watched as the snow fell in huge, chunky snowflakes poured out of buckets.
“It’s not rocket science, Wilson,” Bucky snapped at Sam. “Just roll up the cord and wrap it. No tangled mess to clean up later.”
“Oh, gee, I’m sorry, Grampa. I didn’t realize technology was so confusing for you.”
Steve settled himself on the couch and let out a yawn. He’d had worse Christmases, he supposed.
“Y’know what, Wilson–”
Sam launched a pillow at Bucky and hit him square in the face.
Talk about your past? what is your favorite scent? Do you have a lot of friends or just a small group of close friends? Do you like to dance? Do you have a have a favorite style of dancing? Would ever adopt kids? Can you make paper snowflakes? Have you ever had an opinion about someone that turned out to be completely wrong?
Talk about your past?
What do you want to know? This is far too vague for me.
what is your favorite scent?
Do you have a lot of friends or just a small group of close friends?
I have basically zero friends. Some good friends online, but in person I have very few friends and none are close friends.
Do you like to dance?
I’m too socially anxious to dance most of the time, but I sometimes dance a bit during rock concerts.
Do you have a have a favorite style of dancing?
No. I don’t dance enough to know different styles.
Would ever adopt kids?
Its something I would consider. I’d like to have kids one way or another someday.
Can you make paper snowflakes?
Not well. I’m notoriously bad at folding paper. This probably is related to my learning disability that concerns visualizing things in my head. I’m very poor at viewing things in my head.
Have you ever had an opinion about someone that turned out to be completely wrong?
Yes, it happens. I try not to judge people by appearances or first impression, but it happens. When I’m proven wrong about my assumptions I try to stop judging people in the way that I did.
*Yay Christmas! One of my favorite holidays (for those who don’t know). So here’s a special story I’ve been planning for a long time. Enjoy!*
“Shooting Star what are you doing?” Bill asked as he watched his girlfriend string lights on the roof of the Mystery Shack.
“Getting ready for Christmas of course!” Mabel smiled. She stepped to her left and slipped a bit before regaining her footing. “I’m good!”
Bill flinched as Mabel slipped. “Please be careful Shooting Star.” He said following her on the ground.
“Careful is my middle name! Mabel Careful Pin-ahh!” Mabel screamed as she slipped off the roof.
Bill used his magic to catch her in mid air and slowly lower her down into his arms. “I told you to be careful.” He said.
“Yeah yeah. My hero and all that stuff.” Mabel giggled and kissed his cheek. She jumped out of his arms and into the snow below. Mabel fell on her back and laughed as she made a snow angel.
Bill rolled his eyes and smiled at her. “You really are a 5 year old in a 19 year olds body aren’t you?” He asked leaning over her.
“Oh come on. Join me!” Mabel said reaching up and grabbing Bills arm, pulling him down into the snow.
Bill shivered in his puffy yellow jacket. “Shooting Star it’s freezing!” He said. Mabel smiled and crawled over to him, sitting in his lap and cuddling him.
“Don’t worry about the cold. Just look at the lights.” Mabel whispered staring at the roof she covered in holiday lights. It was the afternoon, but already the sun was starting to set.
Bill smiled and wrapped his arms around Mabel’s waist. He rested his head on her shoulder. “They look lovely. You did a fabulous job my Shooting Star.”
Mabel giggled and held his arms so they stayed around her as they stood up. “Come on. It’s Christmas Eve. We still have plenty to do before Santa comes.” She said.
“I don’t understand what’s so entertaining about a fat man that invades your property and eats your food just to give you boxes.” Bill said. He held her hand as they walked inside.
“Oh hush. You’re taking the fun out of Santa Claus.” Mabel pouted as Bill hung up their coats, gloves, and hats. “Besides, you can’t fret over Santa now. It’s time for cookie baking!”
“Mabel, please try not to burn the house down.” Dipper called from the living room table.
“Yeah. That was not fun last year.” Pacifica said. She was helping Dipper make paper snowflakes to put up around the house.
Mabel rolled her eyes. “So I burnt one batch of cookies and possibly needed the fire departments help putting it out. That’s in the past!” She said as she skipped into the kitchen. “Come on Bill! I need your help!"
Bill smiled and followed her into the kitchen. The couple spent the next few hours baking different kinds of cookies.
"Bill stop eating the sugar cookies. We’re not gonna have any left!” Mabel said to him.
“Oh. Sorry.” The blonde said through a mouth full of cookies.
Mabel giggled and glanced over at Dipper and Pacifica. What she saw made her fangirl. “Bill look!” She whispered.
Dipper smiled at Pacifica and handed her a small box. “Merry Christmas Paz.” He said.
Pacifica opened the box and gasped. “Oh Dipper they’re beautiful!” She said. Inside the box was a pair of red and green, bell shaped and diamond covered earrings. “How did you afford this?” Paz asked putting them on.
“That doesn’t matter.” Dipper said. He leaned across the table to kiss Pacifica to which she kissed back.
“Ack! Pine Tree! Watch the PDA!” Bill said covering his eyes.
“Bill! I said be quiet.” Mabel scolded. She turned to her now blushing brother. “Sorry Dip. You two can continue.” She said pushing Bill out of the room.
“So what now Shooting Star?” Bill asked.
“Now it’s time for the most important part of Christmas. Putting the star on the tree!” Mabel smiled. She grabbed her demons hand and pulled him into the living room.
Mabel rummaged around an old Christmas box until she found what she was looking for. “Here it is!” She pulled out a bedazzled metal star with a D and M on it. “Me and Dippin Dots made it when we were 6. It’s my favorite decoration.” She said. Mabel looked at Bill. “Lift me up so I can put it on!”
Bill smiled and grabbed her waist. He lifted her up and watched as she put the star on the tree. “There. It’s perfect.” She smiled as Bill put her down.
“It’s beautiful Shooting Star.” Bill said and kissed her cheek. “Just like you.”
Mabel blushed. “Such a charmer.” She giggled and looked at the clock. “Oh! Bill there’s some things I need to finish upstairs. I’ll be back down soon ok?” Mabel explained. She kissed his cheek and ran up the stairs. “Yell if you need me!”
Bill chuckled as he watched the brunette skip up the stairs.
“And finished!” Mabel said as she lifted up another sweater from her lap. “All 6 sweaters finished.” She said wiping her forehead.
Mabel gathered the sweaters in her arms and skipped down the stairs. Her first stop, her Grunkles. She gave Stan a green sweater with a picture of his fez on it and Ford got a red sweater with a UFO.
Next was Dipper and Paz. Pacifica was given a pink sweater with a blue heart and Dipper a blue sweater and pink heart. “Matching sweaters for my OTP.” Mabel said skipping away.
“Now where is that demon?” Mabel mumbled to herself.
“Looking for someone?” Bill said hanging from the ceiling. Mabel screamed and then laughed. “Sorry to scare you my Star.” Bill chuckled and jumped to the ground to face her.
“It’s ok. Here!” Mabel said throwing the sweater at him. “Merry Christmas!”
Bill looked at his sweater and smiled. It was a yellow sweater with a brick pattern on it and a black triangle in the middle. Bill didn’t hesitate to put it on and wrap his arms around Mabel. “It’s amazing my Star. It’s the best thing anyone’s ever given to me.”
Mabel blushed and smiled. “I’m glad you like it Bill.” She said hugging him.
“Oh, hey now that you’re here, I need your help.” Bill said.
“Oh? With what?”
“It’s over here.” Bill said. He walked with her to the doorway.
“I don’t see what’s wrong here.” Mabel said looking around.
“Look up my Shooting Star.”
Mabel did as she was told and blushed at what she saw. Above the couple was a mistletoe.
Bill smirked at Mabel. “I do believe we must follow the rules on this one.” He said.
Mabel giggled and played along. “Fine. If we have to.” She said. Mabel cupped Bills face in her hands and leaned forward to kiss him. That is, until Gompers got in the way. The goat began to chew Bills pant leg.
“Hey!” Bill said pulling back from Mabel and shaking the goat off of him. “Quit it you stupid goat!” He said. With one last shake, Gompers flew off Bill and into the living room.
“Bill!” Mabel said.
“What? He’s fine! Look, he’s happily eating the tree.”
“Wait what?!” Bill noticed Mabel’s worried face. “We worked so hard on that!”
“Don’t worry! I’ve got it!” Bill said trying to calm her down. He ran over to the goat and began to pull him off the tree. “Let go! Let go! Let go!”
Bill pulled with all his might and finally got Gompers to let go. But with that, came the tree, crashing down on top of the demon.
“Bill!” Mabel yelled and ran over to him. She pushed away some branches and helped him stand up. “Are you ok?”
“Yeah I’m fine. You?” Bill asked. Though Mabel wasn’t paying attention to him.
She wasn’t paying attention to the broken ornaments or smashed presents. Not even the pine needles that now litters the floor.
No, she was looking at the remains of a metal star.
Mabel covered her mouth and felt tears begin to build up in her eyes as she walked over to it. She bent down and, with a shaking hand, picked up the bedazzled metal in an attempt to put it back together.
“Mabel! Are you ok?” Dipper asked rushing into the room. “I heard a big crash and-oh no.” He said when he caught sight of the broken star.
Mabel sniffed and let tears roll down her cheeks as Dipper placed a hand on her shoulder.
“Shooting Star I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen.” Bill said approaching the crying girl. “I was just trying to-”
“Stop Bill.” Mabel said, not daring to make eye contact with him. “Just stop.”
“But my Star I can fix it!”
“No Bill! Don’t you think you’ve done enough?!” Mabel yelled at him surprising the demon and her brother. “You’ve ruined Christmas! Just leave!” She said before turning to Dipper and crying into his chest, hugging the broken metal.
Dipper looked up at Bill and sighed. “Come on Mabs. Let’s see if we can glue it back together.” Dipper said walking with her to the kitchen.
Bill bowed his head and walked out of the shack, not bothering to put on his coat. He walked out to the old totem pole and leaned against it. There had to be a way to fix this.
Bills head shot up and he smiled as an idea popped into his head.
“Bill what are you doing?” Dipper asked annoyingly as he shivered in the light jacket he threw on before heading outside. He had woken up to the sound of footsteps on the roof at three in the morning and ran outside to see what supernatural being it was.
Turns out it was a humanized Dorito in a famous red and white Christmas suit. Complete with a Santa hat.
“I’m not Bill! I’m Santa Claus!” The demon yelled from the rooftop.
“You’re gonna kill yourself.” Dipper said crossing his arms.
“Shut it Pine Tree!”
Dipper groaned. “Mabel!” He yelled inside. “You’re boyfriends being stupid again!”
“Again? What’s that supposed to mean?” Bill asked.
Mabel ran outside at the sound of her name. She gasped as she looked at the roof. “Bill what do you think you’re doing? Get down from there before you hurt yourself!”
“Ah miss Mabel Pines!” Bill said walking across the roof. “Just the girl I wanted to see-ahh!” He yelled as he slipped off the roof into the thick layer of snow on the ground.
Mabel gasped. “Bill!” She said and ran to his aid.
“I tried to warn him.” Dipper said staying where he was.
Mabel helped Bill stand up and brought him inside the shack. Dipper followed and went to the kitchen to get a cookie before heading back to bed.
“Bill what the heck were you thinking?” Mabel asked as she sat him down in Stans recliner. She removed his coat and boots and put a warm blanket around him.
“I was…just…trying to make Christmas better for you.” He admitted. “I ruined it before by breaking the thing you loved most, so I tried to make it up to you. I guess it didn’t work.”
Mabel smiled at him. “Bill…I can’t believe you would do that for me.”
“Well of course. I’m not one to be all lovey dovey but I would do anything for you my Star.”
Mabel blushed and ran over to the doorway. She plucked the mistletoe off it and ran back over to Bill. She jumped into his lap and snuggled with him under the blanket. “Do you wanna finish where we left off?”
Bill smiled and put an arm around her, pulling the blanket closer to the both of them. “I would like that very much.” He whispered.
Mabel smiled and lifted the mistletoe above both their heads. She used her free hand to place on Bills cheeks and bring him close.
“Merry Christmas my Shooting Star.” Bill said. He then put a hand on the back of her head and smacked his lips against hers.
Mabel kissed back and soon let go of the Christmas plant to run her other hand through his blonde hair.
The two soon pulled away and cuddled with each other on the couch. “I love you Bill.” Mabel whispered before snuggling into his chest and falling asleep.
“I love you too.” Bill said holding her close as they slept there.
The sound of the calm, snowy wind outside helped the couple sleep through the night, as peaceful as the moon in the sky.
There’s that little bit of poetry at the end.
*So what did you guys think? I was on a major fluffy high as I was writing.
You look down at the paperwork which was scattered across the desk and you couldn’t help but groan in frustration. Obviously you weren’t going to leave without tidying everything up and later scold Saeyoung for being so disorganize. Being his assistant wasn’t as easy as you thought but this job helped pay for your school fees.
“Saeyoung the least you can do is pick up your empty cans of Dr.Pepper” You whined as you filed the paperwork. The sound of his fingers clicking on keyboard could be heard clearly, which indicated that he wasn’t listening to you. Sighing deeply you place some paperwork into a binder. When suddenly a loud thud was heard causing you to drop the rest of the paperwork you were holding. You quickly turn to face Saeyoung who had his face on the keyboard.
“Saeyoung!” You quickly run toward him and as you were about to shake him awake he quickly sits back up. He blinks his eyes a couple times before turning to face you. His eyes filled with confusion.
“(Y/N), did I just pass out for a couple of seconds?” He asked before running his fingers through his bright red hair.
“Yes you did again,you seriously need to rest” You said sternly but Saeyoung only pouts and slams his face on the keyboard. This wasn’t the first his done this and honestly you had gotten used to it. You walk back to your desk and continue to fix the paperwork Saeyoung disorganized earlier during the day.
“Fine, I’ll take a break but I’m not sleepy…….” Saeyoung mumbled indicating the he still had his face on the keyboard. You only chuckle softly at his whining and it had you thinking about how Saeran and Saeyoung were even twins.
“Sooooooooo, what are you and Saeran gonna do for Christmas?” Saeyoung asked out of nowhere. You suddenly stopped and looked down at the paperwork, what were you and Saeran goning to do for Christmas? You hadn’t thought about it much since Saeran tried his best to avoid anything related to the holidays.
“I don’t know, probably stay at home I guess….” You said in a low tone. This caused Saeyoung to bring his head up and turned to face you. Its when he noticed the look on your face.
“Is something wrong?” Saeyoung asked concerned for your well being. You only give a weak smile and shake your head before you continued your work. Saeyoung on the other hand wasn’t satisfied with your answer. He walked toward you and turned your chair forcing you to face him.
“As my assistant I must ensure you are happy and comfortable in the working environment…so since you’re sad I must know why so that I can help you” Saeyoung chirped causing you to smile.
“Is that just an excuse so that I can tell you whats going on?” You asked as you fold your arms across your chest.
“Maybe…..” Saeyoung sung before grabbing a chair and sitting across from you. You smile before taking a deep breath and turn to face Saeyoung who looked worried but with a mixture of anticipating, You then bring you gaze down toward your hands before speaking.
“Well, its about Saeran……he seems to hate the holidays. Its not a hate full of anger, its more like fear. Every time I bring up something about the holidays he tenses up and tries his best to avoid the subject.” You said sadly, you bring your gaze back up toward Saeyoung who had a extremely worried expression.
“Listen (Y/N) I think I know why Saeran has been acting that way…..” Saeyoung said nervously. This caught your attention and you listen to him closely.
“You see, Saeran hasn’t exactly celebrated Christmas before……to be honest he doesn’t know the feeling of being excited to see a Christmas tree or even a present……When were kids, my mother would lock us up in our bedroom during the holidays while she went out with her friends and got drunk. The nights were harsh, I’m surprised we even survived.” Saeyoung explained his voice filled with despair.
You couldn’t help but release a couple of tears as Saeyoung countinued. How did you not think about Saeran and what he had gone through? You felt like giving yourself a slap across the face for forgetting about Saeran’s past.
“God knows what he went through after I left…….to this day I can’t forgive myself” Saeyoung said softly before bringing his gaze toward you. He gave a weak chuckle when he notice you had let some tears slip. Without realizing you felt a thumb wiping one of your tears causing you to look up.
“Don’t cry (Y/N)……he has you now. Help him move on and teach him the feeling of how great the holidays are. Now go find him, he’s probably mad that I’ve kept you here to long” Saeyoung said happily before he ruffled up your hair. You giggle a bit as you fixed up your hair and took you bag as well as your coat before heading toward the front door.
“Oh wait I forgot to tell you this, but can you grab some paper for the printer?” Saeyoung asked shyly.
“ But I brought some just 3 days ago” You said confused
“ Tis the season to make paper snowflakes!!!!” Saeyoung said with a goofy smile. You groan in frustration and left Saeyoung’s place but not before he handed you two bags filled with paper snowflakes.
You arrive to your home and wondered if Saeran was home. Just thinking of him and his current state made you sad yet angry. You wanted to help him but you didn’t know how. True you have been dating for over a year but yet you still knew there were things that he didn’t want you to know. From the beginning Saeran was distance, he didn’t really want to have any sort of connection with the RFA members. You were the one who gathered the courage to speak and guide him.
“Its pretty cold, you know” You hear a voice whisper into your ear. A sudden shiver ran down your spine causing you to drop the bags. Quickly turning around only to find Saeran with a smirk playing on his lips. He moves closer to you until your back pressed against the front door. Slowly wrapping his arms around your waist he brings you closer to him. Without warning he then pressed his cold lips against yours and you slowly start to melt into his arms.
“Happy to see you too” You said inbetween in the kiss, only causing him to chuckle deeply. You break the kiss and boop his nose with your finger, He gives you a confused look not really knowing as to why you did that.
“C’mon lets get inside it is freezing” You said as you unlocked the door. Once the door was open you ran inside and jumped onto the sofa, wrapping your arms around you to keep the body heat. Saeran closes and locks the door before turning to face you as he held the bags filled with paper snowflakes. He looks at you concerned but you can’t help but smile.
“Saeyoung gave them to me….” You said, Saeran only shrugs it off and places the bags on the kitchen counter. As you were about to get off the sofa Saeran gets on top of you and without any hesitation he kisses you. As much as you wanted to continue this intense session you stop Saeran by breaking the kiss. Saeran gives you a concern look and you caress his cheek. You were happy that you had fallen in love with him, he was sweet,kind and overall amazing…..you wanted to help him and you knew where to begin…….
“Saeran I think its time we talk “
I hope you enjoyed it! Part 3 will come out before Christmas Day! (❁´▽`❁)*✲ﾟ*
Warnings: Fluff, Smut, lots a smut. It’s mostly smut and
a bit of an inside joke….
A/N: Merry Christmas Jerk! @a-sea-of-fandoms! Again thank you
for being a constant friend and always having my back!
By the time night was drawing in, you had two half decorated
Christmas trees in opposite corners of your front room and you and Daryl were
sitting on the floor making paper snowflakes. Well, you were making paper
snowflakes, Daryl was watching.
You glanced up from where you were chopping into the
folded paper, seeing him watching you with an amused smile on his face.
“Something funny?” you questioned, your eyebrows raised
as you took him in.
“Why’re you so into all this?” he waved his hand around
at the festive room he found himself in.
you?” you hit back with a smirk on your face.
“I’m into how into it you are,” he shrugged, and you
smiled at him, “but after everythin’ that’s happened…. Christmas?”
“That’s exactly why!” You scooted closed to him on the
floor, your legs now on either side of his waist as you sat between his open
legs, his back leaning against the couch. “Feels normal again, for a little while
anyway…” you whispered as you leaned in, slow enough that you caught the flash
of realisation in the pull of his mouth upwards. You gently brushed your lips
against his, feeling him drag your bottom lip between his, his hand holding the
back of your neck. You felt his scruff graze your chin and you opened your
mouth, greedy for more as he pulled you tight against him. You ground down
against him, breaking the kiss as your mouth dropped open, your fingers tugging
on the hair at the back of his neck. Your breathing was coming out ragged as he
lathed wet kisses up and down the column of your neck as you moved your hips