#the dainty scarf???

[goodbyetsugumi]

fashion kings

[angstics]

sometimes the most insane photos are the most normal (anieck for all things loud)

[bleuberrygliscor]

My gender may not be "woman" but it sure as fuck is "domestic wife"

[thefabledweaver]

☁️Delicate Daydreamer & Rainy Daze☁️ head scarves

Available on my etsy : etsy.com/shop/thefabledweaver

Crochet pages: The Fabled Weaver on Facebook & Instagram

base pattern by stitchqueencrochet

[svtcrus]

unlawful duties || neuvillette x fem!reader

a/n : Im going against myself and ended up writing this big crazy ass smut of neuvillette. I WANT HIM SO BADDDD

disclaimer : dom!neuvillette , extremely sexual descriptions, implications of bondage nd choking , office s3x , slight aftercare

"im sorry but the chief of justice is busy right now madam!"

"really.. monsieur neuvillette? agh are you sure?" the beautiful blonde lady who is well known as the president of the spina di rosula was pestering poor sedene. arguing with the unfortunate melusine whose trying to prevent her from entering. navia completely doubtful at how the chief of justice was busy. when all he does is "stay cooped up in his office, if he's not in his playhouse" she quotes.

and while the madamoiselle is not wrong in some aspects, this very chief was busy with a different case.

"be quiet darling, seems like miss navia is right outside." here you were bent over the desk that is scattered with piles of paperwork, the feeling of a slender gloved hand trailing along your bare back. lips bitten harshly to the point of them bleeding, holding back any noise.

however your efforts are in vain upon the force of another hand gripping onto your neck pulling you up. the feeling of neuvillette's hot breath lingering near your ear, your forced to listen to the inappropriate words of the monsieur himself.

"you wouldn't want her to hear how dirty your moans are now would she?" he licks your neck before his lips find your sweet spot, suckling on your skin making you whimper through red stained lips.

this man who withholds so much power of the nation of justice has you wrapped around his own finger. has you bent over his very desk moaning his name loud beneath him, and it's making him go insane.

he breaks his composure at the very sight of you, feeling his breath hitch as his eyes linger between those crystal eyes and your soft lips.

those same lips which he kisses feverishly as he pounds himself into you, concealing your loud cries which beg him for more.

neuvillette's stamina is unpredictable just as he is mysterious. he could go on for hours of him shoving himself into you sweet cunt that's swallowing him ever so well. your walls which squeeze him so tight as he's pushing you further onto his desk, the court papers now long gone amidst the floor. he simply cannot get enough of you.

the chief's clothes are loosened, his white scarf is now used as restraints for your dainty hands. his own two? they are feeling every crevice of your body up from behind. his hand kneads against the plump of your ass, boldly pushing it to see your wetness engulfing him. your slick intermingling with his as he enters and exits your swollen hole. he could see all his love marks tracing from your neck and along your shoulder line, the sight makes him swell.

neuvillette lets out a breathy hiss as he feels your velvet walls tighten around him once more.

"s-so dirty for me darling. not caring if we..- ahhh, get caught.." low growls are leaving his mouth, the sound of skin touching skin echoing amongst the office. the attempts of being quiet long gone. you're moaning, whining, begging, his honor for more.

"please monsieur..."

"please what my love? I need you to use your words sweetheart." two of his long fingers are shoved in between the plump of your lips, you can taste yourself. all while he pounds one more time with his obscene force, before halting. awaiting for you to beg for his cock for his own pleasure.

"harder-mmf! please.. fuck me!" immediately he's back in his feverish rhythm, snapping into you like it's his last time fucking you.

"profanity is forbidden here sweetheart." he manages to say through clenched teeth, both of his hands now gripping onto your hips harshly.

hah, proper etiquette? the fact that you and the chief of justice are performing such debauchery in his place of work? the mannerful thought was long gone in neuvillettes head the moment you had pushed his buttons. now he's enjoying every second of ramming into you in his open office, where someone could very much catch you two committing an unlawful act at any time.

neuvillettes's ego rises at the sight of your naked back is covered in his slick, his godly handsome face is blushed from his efforts. long silver locks disheveled, his bangs damp from sweat. your cunt is dripping cum onto his hardwood floors, oh how will he explain such a mess to sedene?

"ah.. is sex also forbid-" you gasp at the sudden action of him pushing one leg up onto his table, solely so he can push even more deeper into you.

he's hitting all the right spots inside, nudging against the part you need him most and it's driving you crazy. his length proves it all, and god is he so big. you can feel him pulse within you as you both find release. your lover grunts while his wet fingers begin to fondle your clit. motioning them in the way he knows to make you quiver. all while he's leaning down to kiss you, as his seed makes you feel so full.

you could feel the bruises beginning to form on your lower back, his length now long gone. your legs still shaking upon orgasm.

"I hate you..." you manage to say between heavy breaths, your hands are finally freed from his scarf.

your nakedness is replaced with warmth, his coat being draped over you as situate yourself. your lover is already back in his dress pants, and a buttoned up shirt. you glare at him once reality has struck your head. yet he only smiles at you as he begins to clean you up from his mess.

"are you pressing charges on me now after you begged for my cock so well?" neuvillette whispers, those purple orbs are looking down at you. displaying how much lust he still has in him.

blushing at his sudden remark, he lets out a low chuckle.

"you love me sweetheart, lying is a crime you know?"

@svtcrus || 08.16.2023

©️ all rights reserved. do not copy / plagiarize my work.

[mpixelpop]

this is my love language..♡

[strangersmunsons]

Eddie, My Love! eddie munson x reader // valentine's day special series Day 9 Prompt: Gift Giving 🧸 ~ 1,500 words you and Eddie exchange presents.

“Okay,” Eddie plops down next to you on the floor with a huff. “You wanna open ‘em now, or wait til we get back from dinner?”

“Now,” you reply giddily, besotted and full of happiness. He smirks at you, one dark eyebrow raised in amusement at your moony expression.

“Damn, sweetheart, I’d say you’re more excited about the presents than you are about me.”

You swat at his arm playfully, shaking your head. “I’m excited to give you a gift, dummy, I don’t care about getting one.”

“Uh-huh,” he says facetiously, eyes wide. “Sure you are.”

You merely roll your eyes in response, lips turning up in an indulgent smile. Eddie’s lovely, and you really like him, and there’s a small, tender corner of your heart that’s nudging you further and further towards something bigger, although you’re not quite ready to acknowledge it yet. 

Still, it’s there, and during certain moments will make itself known, like when he drops you off at your front door and gives you that last chaste kiss goodnight. This kiss, of course, comes at the end of a much longer series of much heavier kisses that are stolen in Eddie’s van, as it idles on the curb a block away from your house, out of sight from your parents’ prying eyes. But it’s that final peck that gets you, the feel of his full lips ghosting over yours as he whispers, “‘Night, angel.” The little smile he gives you as he pulls away, doe-eyes locked onto yours in a soft gaze, and you’re left wanting, but he leaves promising.

He always turns back to look at you when he walks away.

“Do you wanna go first, or should I?” Eddie leans back against the couch, crossing his legs, arm thrown over one cushion. He tugs casually at the deliberately-ripped collar of his black t-shirt, the picture of ease. 

“Open yours first,” you tell him, reaching out to play with one of the curly tendrils draped over his shoulder. “Please,” you add sweetly. 

He chuckles. “Well, since you asked so politely…” 

Eddie loops one ringed finger through the handles of the shiny gift bag you brought for him, dragging it across the rug towards himself. It’s funny, the sight of Eddie in his dark clothing and chains, holding the dainty pink bag, which is overflowing with sprays of delicate, glitter-specked tissue paper. But he’s unphased by the pretty thing, excitement glinting in those dark irises as he eyes up his present. 

“Hmmm…what could this be?”

His expression becomes comically quizzical, face creasing in a squint. Instead of tearing into it the way you expected him to, he holds the bag up next to his ear and gives it a shake. 

“Nice try, Sherlock. But it’s a soft gift.”

“No hints! I can figure it out.”

He grins at you teasingly, palpating the bag with his hands, trying to get a feel for what’s inside. You can’t help laughing at his antics.

“Just open it!”

Eddie’s cheeks dimple, and he bites his bottom lip through his smile, a look that makes your stomach flutter. He relents, and starts pulling the layers of tissue out of the bag, tossing them carelessly on the floor behind him. You make a mental note to pick them up and fold them neatly away later. 

Once the top layer of paper is gone, Eddie peers inside the bag curiously. His brows furrow in confusion for a moment, and then he understands. His eyes light up and he jams a hand down inside, triumphantly yanking his gift out. 

“You learned how to do it!” he hollers.

You bow your head modestly, and say nothing. You’ve spent the past few months secretly teaching yourself to crochet — he knows it’s something you’ve long been interested in trying, and you finally felt inspired to take it up when you realized that your Eddie does not own a single piece of outerwear, save for his leather jacket, and an old parka that he only wears when it’s so cold that he’d actually “rather look like a dweeb than freeze.”

The handmade scarf is tightly-stitched, soft, and deep red in color. Eddie holds it in his hands as though it was spun from gold.

“I love it,” he says, and without missing a beat, immediately wraps it around his neck, and tosses one tasseled-end over his shoulder dramatically. “Thank you, baby.”

“It’s a little wobbly at the ends,” you admit apologetically, “and I had a hard time with the first row, so it looks a bit —”

He cuts you off with a kiss, cupping your cheek gently in his palm, thumb rubbing reassuring circles over your cheekbone. “It’s perfect,” he states firmly.

You fall silent, willing yourself not to verbalize the stream of worry that threatens to spill out. Instead, you manage, “Is the color alright?”

“I love the color,” he reassures you.

“I thought maybe it would look nice with all your black.”

“It definitely will! Shit, I’m gonna look so stylish. I have an original, one-of-a-kind garment right here,” he brags, running his hands over the length of the scarf luxuriously. His movements slow, and he looks at you intensely, face becoming serious. “You…I can’t believe you really made this for me.”

You cock your head to the side, puzzled. “What do you mean?”

Eddie seems at a loss for words, opening his mouth to speak, and then closing it again. Finally, he says quietly, “That’s a lot of time. And effort.”

You scoot closer to him, so the side of your body is pressed against his, and wrap your arm around his waist. Resting your chin atop of his shoulder, you nuzzle his cheek, nose brushing against his soft skin. “Worth every second. I’ll make you a hat, and mittens, too,” you whisper.

“I’m holding you to that,” he whispers back, eyes warm and wet-looking, closing the gap between yourselves with another kiss. He sighs through parted lips, cupping the back of your head, feeling almost-dizzy with affection. He manages to pull back, before he loses himself completely in you — something far, far too easy to do, easier with you than it’s ever been with anybody else. Once, that might have terrified him. But as he stares into your sweet face, he thinks that he’s never been so sure of anything in his life.

He’ll follow you anywhere, he’s sure. If you let him.

“Open yours now,” he murmurs. “Before I have to carry you to the bed back there.”

A tingle runs up your spine at those words, heat blooming in your cheeks. But you do as he says, and pull the gift from Eddie towards you.

It’s a flat, rectangular package, covered in red wrapping paper. It’s a suspiciously neat-looking wrap job for Eddie’s hands; you suspect Wayne might’ve helped him with this bit. You feel a swell of affection for the Munson men at the thought of it, and smile as you take the gift into your lap.

Deciding not to mimic Eddie’s dramatic unboxing, you instead carefully run a finger underneath the seam of the paper, peeling off the Scotch-taped flap. The wrappings come away easily, then, and you unravel it to the sight of a wooden picture frame’s backing board. Intrigued, you flip it over to the correct side.

Behind the glass, there’s a line drawing of a vase of flowers in black ink, simple but with the scratchy details of an erratic hand. Gentle dabs of soft-looking watercolor paints incorporate pops of color into the pretty blooms, and there’s a satin ribbon hot-glued to the frame, so it can be hung on the wall, over a nail or a hook.

You gaze at the drawing in awe; you’d recognize that style anywhere.

“Guess we both went the homemade route this year, huh?” Eddie asks, sounding uncertain. 

When your eyes flit back to him he looks a little embarrassed, his cheeks sweetly pink, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. “You always tell me how much you like my doodles, the stuff I draw for D and D,” he explains. “So I thought…maybe I could make something specially for you.”

“Oh.” You feel like you could cry. “It’s beautiful.” 

“You really think so?” he asks shyly. 

“Yes! I love it, Teddy,” both of you visibly softening at the utterance of his pet name. You take one of his hands, kiss his palm. “Thank you.”

“Pretty flowers for my pretty girl,” he says, squeezing your hand. “I picked some wildflowers in the woods over there for a reference. I’ll give you those, too.”

Something clicks into place; some hidden piece inside of you righting itself, and you wonder at the feeling, not even having realized that anything was awry until this very moment. 

“I love you, Eddie.”

It’s blurted out, without thinking — immediately, you bring a hand up to your lips, eyes wide. “I — I’m sorry, I —”

“Don’t be sorry,” Eddie breathes, inching even closer. “Don’t ever be sorry for telling me that.”

His lips at your ear. “I love you too, dummy.”

You fall together in a heap on the floor.

thank you for reading!! xoxo Valentine's Day Special Masterlist

[malusokay]

Angelic winter guide

Light candles in the morning when it's still dark and gloomy outside to create a cosy and peaceful atmosphere. <3

Write down some positive winter affirmations to set the tone for the day!

Invest in some cute accessories like ear muffs, bows, legwarmers, mittens or pearl jewellery! <3

Style your hair with pretty ribbons and dainty braids.

Buy yourself a cute mug for all your adorable winter drinks!

Start slowly preparing for the Holliday season, make some plans and chat with your friends.

Look out for your loved ones! Seasonal depression can be tough. Make sure they know that you are there for them. <3

Get a pretty manicure, maybe some rosy pinks, french or something glittery!

Experiment until you find the perfect hot chocolate recipe, and share it with your loved ones!

Play classical music in the background for a calm vibe.

Make sure your hands and lips stay soft! The cold can be really rough on your skin; try something with a nice scent, like vanilla. <3

Purchase a big, fluffy scarf to keep you warm.

Draw little hearts or write sweet messages on foggy windows for strangers to find; it might make their day! :)

Start adding cinnamon to your coffee; it matches the bitterness really well. <3

Take care of your skin, especially during the cold winter months; your skin deserves some extra love.

Wear cosy knitted sweaters In light pastel colours to keep you warm.

Try the 'snowy/I'm cold make-up' trend! It's adorable! (like in the cover picture) <3

Make your bed comfy; add lots of silk pillows and fuzzy blankets.

Drink tea with honey after coming home to warm up from the cold.

Bake something lovely to share and invite your friends to a cosy get-together. Maybe some cinnamon rolls? :)

Cuddle up in a warm blanket, light candles, open your windows and read while enjoying the cold air.

I hope everyone has been doing alright and November has been teating you well. As always, feel free to add more suggestions in the comments! <3

✩‧₊*:・love ya ･:*₊‧✩

[deathmetalunicorn1]

ROR Virgin Destroyer Dress

(Dress designed by https://twitter.com/Dishwasher1910)

Oblivious Y/N: *back from another shopping trip where Aphrodite assisted in picking out a new outfit* Lookie~! I got a new outfit! What do you think?

-Buddha: *if he was holding something it is now on the ground in thousands of pieces as he froze in shock, words escaping him as he trotted up to him, blinking up at him as he didn’t answer you* Y/N: Love~ are you okay? *He didn’t care that you were in the middle of his paradise, snatching you up before easily pinning you to the ground beneath him, eyes red with lust and passion as hearts appeared in them* You better hope I don’t rip this, because I’m going to ruin every inch of you!

-Poseidon: Sea God.exe has crashed and burst into flames *no words came as his brain couldn’t comprehend your body in such an outfit; when he tried to speak* Dolphin sounds *his face burned bright, his cold facade breaking as he threw you over his shoulder again, sprinting to your bedroom* You’re going to pay for this!!

-Sasaki: *he dared not turn around, remembering the last time you did this, the dress that he ravaged you in for hours was hidden away, so he wouldn’t attack you again* *he swallowed hard, slowly turning as you called out his name and he felt his heart stop and instantly his hands flew to his crotch as his face burned and lewd thoughts quickly took over* Y/N!! Are you trying to kill me?! *You batted your eyelashes at him innocently, confused by his words before he quickly grabbed you, rolling you to your back so he loomed over you, his eyes blown wide with lust before removing his scarf and grabbing your wrists to bind them...again*

-Jack: *he couldn’t believe his eyes, he refused to believe them, turning back to his tea, sipping quietly, not looking over at you, thinking it was a trick of the light* *When he finished his tea he looked again, seeing you smiling warmly at him, giving a dainty twirl, asking for his opinion. He wiped his mouth on a napkin before folding the newspaper up and stood* My dearest Y/N, I am a gentleman and shall always be one. However, for the moment, I am going to indulge with you in an uncontrolled and savage way. *Before you could blink, he had thrown you over his shoulder, rushing to the bedroom as if you were going to disappear before he could fulfill his desires*

-Loki: *drops to his knees as a light shown from above upon him, tears cascading down his cheeks as he beheld the most stunning of creatures before him* *a feral grin quickly takes over as he rushes you, pinning you to a wall* Can I ravage you Y/N? Please say yes! *You turn your head with a pout, arms folding beneath your chest* Y/N: no, you ripped my dress last time *instantly he’s on his knees, arms around your hips, his chin resting on your belly, apologies falling from his lips like a mantra, hearts appearing in his eyes* I’ll beg, please let me have you, please, please, please~~~!!

-Odin: *the mug in his hands instantly shatter as you twirl in front of him, showing your newest outfit off with a bright, unaware smile. With a sigh, Muninn and Huginn are quick to make their exit again, knowing what was going to happen...again* *Odin quickly snatches you into his arm, sitting you on his lap so your back was to his chest, his large hands coming to rest, only momentarily, on your hips* You’re playing a dangerous game, Y/N *you blink up at him, innocence in your eyes which only seems to make him more feral* Y/N: what do you mean? *Yeah... you couldn’t walk for two days after he finished with you but requested the outfit to be worn again. He was the only one to send Aphrodite a thank you message.*

[extrajigs]

Critters from the coasts of Backera! Wanted to explore pentapods of varying pod number. Info dump below!

The eco system these guys inhabit are the vast shallow sea beds between the sea and 'land'. Where the microbial mat swells up to take in sunshine whilst keeping somewhere between a few inches to a foot of water above. This habitat favors walking over swimming for larger beasts, doing a separate post for the 'fish' of Backera. Those are a whole other brand of beast. For now we'll stick to the larger animals on the scene. Going left to right because I'm biased. 1. A quad-pod, a fellow who specializes in using mouth parts modified into clubs to break into shells and rigid 'plants'. While they have two very LARGE jaws, the other three are teeny tiny so they mostly rely on suction once they open their food. They have decided to be boring and use only their front four legs for walking, whilst their hind leg is to scrape out divots to lay eggs in the sea bed. 2. A TRUE pentapod, these guys spend their day swishing their heads back and forth. The wide arc of their eyes allow them to always have a lot of vision above the waterline at all times. Their dainty mouthparts are a constant scuttle against the slime mat to kick up organic matter to scarf down. The long horn jutting up their back is actually hollow and used to trumpet at each other at a distance. Very noisy. 3. With the least amount of feet in the lineup is the flag foot! These fellas are built to prance through the water and chase down any poor fish spotted by those big ole peepers. But they really shine when it comes to display. Upon meeting, the smaller individual will lower their head and wave around their display legs, wooing their potential partner with flashes of color. Most of the time their audience ends up wandering away.

Want to work on more FLAVOR for Backera, this is only the START!

[platinumaspiration]

Accessories Redux

If I had a dollar for every broken pair of glasses and jewelry piece I converted, I'd have about $50, it looks like!

I am using blender as a preview method because I couldn't be bothered with sims moving around and being a nuisance. If you want the in-game previews, I'd suggest checking out the original posts from my old downloads page

Download All - SFS / MF Pick 'n' Choose - SFS / MF

details under the cut

Glasses Max image size is 512x512. Updated to avoid blue texture flashing. Glasses will not stack on top of each other. Some lens colors have been changed, sorry!

Madlen Caprice | AF | 2 recolors | 834 poly

MagnoliaC Kimmie | AF | 2 recolors | 1240 poly

Maushasims Aviators | AU | 3 recolors | 1260 poly

Maushasims BG 80s | CU-EU | 4 recolors | 1422 poly

Maushasims Mod | AF | 2 recolors | 1422 poly

MintValentine Abby | CU-EU | 3 recolors | 761 poly

MintValentine Leah | CU-EU | 3 recolors | 748 poly

MintValentine Pepper | CU-EU | 3 recolors | 654 poly

Murphy Chanel | TF-EF | 1 recolor | 4792 poly

Nords Kitty | TF-EF | 1 recolor | 1116 poly

Nords Same Old | TF-EF | 3 recolors | 1108 poly

Praline Sindra | CU-EU | 4 recolors | 2640 poly

SadlyDulcet Diamonds & Stars | CF-EF | 10 recolors | 2132 poly

SilentGrim Avii | AU | 3 recolors | 803 poly

SilentGrim Bans | AF | 3 recolors | 900 poly

SilentGrim Eco | AF | 3 recolors | 970 poly

Casteru Square | CU-EU | 4 recolors | 703 poly

Casteru Round | CU-EU | 3 recolors | 793 poly

Casteru Cat Eye V2 | AF | 6 recolors | 888 poly

Casteru Cat Eye V1 | CU-EF | 6 recolors | 888 poly

BlahBerryPancake Plain | AU | 3 recolors | 4516 poly

BlahBerryPancake Borderline | AU | 2 recolors | 7140 poly

MintValentine Daisy | CU | 4 recolors | 529 poly

SClub WM Kitty | CU | 3 recolors | 1668 poly

Jewelry Max image size 512x512. Updated to avoid blue texture flashing.

SimPeaches Cordelia Choker | AF | 3 recolors | 173 poly

SimLaughLove Patchy Scarf | CU-EU | 25 recolors | 525 poly* found in headgear

Oakiyo Kaia Necklace | AF | 2 recolors | 2777 poly

LittleCakes Long Necklace | AF | 3 recolors | 705 poly

ClumsyAlien Eve Necklace | AF | 1 recolor | 8093 poly

Arethabee Michelle Necklace | AF | 2 recolors | 7697 poly* found in headgear

Alexaarr Queen Bee Necklace | AF | 2 recolors | 1729 poly

Alexaarr Dainty Cross Necklace | AF | 1 recolor | 617 poly

Alexaarr Bumblebee Necklace | AF | 2 recolors | 1229 poly

Okruee Nath 1 Nose Ring | AF | 1 recolor | 2395 poly

Okruee Nath 2 Nose Ring | AF | 1 recolor | 2835 poly

Okruee Nath 3 Nose Ring | AF | 1 recolor | 2857 poly

NataliaAuditore PomPoms | TU-EU | 11 recolors | 1993 poly* found in headgear

Oakiyo Elle Earrings | AF | 2 recolors | 6065 poly

Mlys Pufferhead Earrings | AF | 3 recolors | 531 poly

Glitterberrysims Bees Kneese Earrings | PU-EU | 1 recolor | 1713 poly

Alexaarr Honeycomb Earrings | AF | 2 recolors | 4017 poly

Alexaarr Honeybee Earrings | AF | 2 recolors | 3921 poly

Mag Benty Septum Nose Ring | TF/AU | 1 recolor | 1489 poly

Margosims Aurum Earrings | AF | 2 recolors | 1897 poly

SClub WM 201905 Right Index Ring (RIR) | CU | 3 recolors | 537 poly

SClub WM 201905 Right Pinky Ring (RPR) | CU | 3 recolors | 289 poly

TheNinthWave Pearl Necklace for Men | AM | 4 recolors | 6161 poly* 2 versions

[unfriedough]

Hi there!! Can I get a Zuko x water tribe reader! Where it’s set in LOK and he’s all old and stuff sadly reader passed from old age. And Like Bolin or Asami are friends with his grandkid or something And they ask about him and his s/o and how they were in the past when training or something thank you!!

An: ahaha. Sorry. THIS SUCKS BUT ATLEAST IT’S SOMETHING RIGHT??? 🥲🥲🥲🥲 I love u and I’m sorry 😢

Warnings: blood, injury, main character death (not specified how but I mean you are dead in this), old zuko.

COMIC SPOILERS MAYBE!!

The crease by his eyes deepened as his mouth pulled into a smile only elicited by your name.

“Yn?” He couldn’t help the chuckle, the bittersweet sound of your name rubbing salt in the still-fresh wound. “What about her?”

“What was she like back then?” Bolin asked.

Mako, his brother, poked him in the rib, shooting him a look of disapproval.

Promptly, the older man shook his head, white hair shaking along. poked the earthbender in the ribs, worried his question came off as too probing on a topic that may just still be sensitive. Zuko stuck his hand out carefully, shaking his head. He felt that familiar feeling rising in his throat as he tried to suppress those awful feelings. And still, the old man couldn’t resist a moment to bring up your absolute beauty.

“She was amazing,” that’s… all he could say.

“Oh. Umm, maybe I wasn’t specific enough… what was she like as a person?”

“Amazing.”

“As a fighter?”

“You won’t guess it.”

“Amazing?”

“No, why would you say that? She was intense and yet somehow super level headed," Zuko smiled at his trick on Bolin. Truth be told, he stole that joke from you, as with most of his jokes. Yours were just… funnier.

“What do you mean by level headed?”

“Quick on her feet, but not irrational. Like she was sharp and-and just this, this weapon,” he choked up, catching sight of a dainty little scar on his wrist. Zuko could almost feel your fingers graze his skin.

Mako put a hand on the man’s shoulder, offering him a comforting look.

“Was she good with weapons?” The young avatar asked, trying to get him back from his thoughts.

“Oh absolutely, if I had a coin for every time she almost killed me for scaring her, I’d be the richest man alive,”

“I love working with knives!” Asami commented, Zuko shook his head.

“Not just knives, swords, batons, literal sticks, that thing with the metal ball on it. Toph made that one for her.”

“For what occasion?”

“…war,”

“My bad,” Bolin laughed.

Zuko rubbed his hands together, he sat in front of Katara’s house, perched on the stairs. This time around, the water tribe weather was violent. The cold nipped at his fingertips and nose, the coats and gloves he layered maniacally providing some sort of warmth, but never enough. Never like your warmth. Your scarf was engraved with your name, a custom design you’d purchased a long long time ago. It’s a shame the smell wore off, he felt like he’d lost a piece of him that day.

He tilted his head downwards to stuff it more into the fabric, cheeks tinting pink from the furious ice.

“One time,” his voice was muffled, barely heard, “She almost killed a man without any bending or weapons, whereas he had both that, and maybe twice her skill because of fire nation training,”

“And how’d she beat him?”

The man smiled reminiscently, bringing his shakey finger up to his head, pointing at his forehead.

“She outsmarted him?”

“Yeah, the fire folks were uneducated at that time, instead of teaching them how to think with their heads, they thought with their fists. She won the second she saw his armour.”

“If he had weapons how didn’t he-“

“He did, she was badly injured, the rest of us were asleep and she was guarding the camp. She took three of them down with a nasty wound from the first guy,”

“They must've been terrified,”

“I think we were the most scared though, I woke up to her covered in blood with this unhinged smile.” He paused, “She took pride in her work,”

“Riiiiiggghhhtt,”

“Yn tied them up around a tree, like really well. I wonder if they ever escaped…”

“Do you know where they are?”

“Hopefully, somewhere far far away. Imagine your job asking you to attack a bunch of teenagers,” he scoffed.

“Toph wouldn’t like to hear that,” he flashed to remembrance of her earth bending academy, if she had heard him, she would’ve wiped the floor with his head.

He laughed, shaking his head, “No she wouldn’t,”

“Do you miss her,” Asami eased herself down, a few steps away from Zuko.

“Every single day of my life,” and every single second of it too.

“Sir, on a scale of one to ten,” Korra paused, “how likely was she to be able to beat me in a fight?”

There’s that avatar attitude, Zuko thought.

He stared at their intrigued faces, the avatar was powerful by all means. Strong, determined and brave. Could you have really been able to deal with her? Could you have actua-

“Ten.”

An: I tried to be super vague about what bending you’re supposed to have. Idk if that worked out.

[takecareluv]

꒰ how to feel like a princess this summer ꒱ؘ ࿔*:･ﾟ

`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ you don't need a castle, a fairy godmother or a team of helpful little mice to make you feel like a princess in your day to day life. all you need is your sweetest, most confident self and you are good to go .ᐟ here are a few tips & fun activities to do by yourself ( because a princess always enjoys their own company ! ) or with a friend, whether it's the furry kind or a fellow princess.

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⨾ first things first, while a princess loves to spend their days frolicking in nature and soaking up the sun, they always protect their skin using spf. so whatever adventures you decide to take on this summer ( and all year round ) , be tedious about applying sunscreen. i promise, your future self will thank you for it.ᐟ

⨾ princesses have a natural glow about them. whether it be from the graceful manner in which they carry themselves, their beautiful smile that lights up a room, or the radiance of their skin - a princess takes care of themself, inside and out. so, to feel like one, be sure to prioritize self care & self love. create a skincare routine that works for you. keep a rose water spray with you for a quick refresh throughout the day. wear light, glowy makeup like cream blush, a lip tint, and a good mascara to emphasize those doe eyes. and find a signature scent people will remember you by.

⨾ wearing soft and light fabrics - like lace and linen - will keep you as cool as possible, while also feeling cute during these hot summer months. whether it's flowing dresses or light linen pants ; sandals or sneakers ; florals & pastels to more natural, earthy tones - wear whatever makes your inner princess shine .ᐟ

⤷ plus, adding little accessories such as frilly socks, ribbons, pearls and other dainty jewelry can be a fun, but simple way to add an extra bit of delicacy to your day to day look.

⨾ try putting your hair up in loose styles - such as a braid - or keep it down and flowing with beautiful, bouncy curls. and again, the simplest style can be elevated to 'princess level' with little details like decorating your hair with flowers, butterfly clips or a headband; tying ribbons and bows into your up-do, or even adding a satin scarf.

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✿. summer can be the perfect time to find a new passion, or perhaps reignite an old one .ᐟ for example : taking up a language , learning about greek mythology , writing & reading poetry , learning to sew or crochet , or learning to play an instrument ( piano, flute, violin, etc. ) - there are so many different hobbies to try this season.

⤷ and even better, with the warm weather, you can do them all outside surrounded by the beauty of nature - birds chirping in the distance, a gentle breeze dancing through the trees, and the sun shining down on you.

✿. like i mentioned earlier, a princess's best friend is mother nature. they love to spend time engaging with any and all of nature's elements. here are some ways you can do the same . . .

✿. start your very own garden .ᐟ

whether it be filled with an assortment of vibrant flowers, or even a mix of fruits, veggies and herbs, a garden is a perfect way to create a serene and magical place to spend your summer days. you can even add a chair or maybe lay out a blanket for a quiet little reading spot. plus. . . with a garden in your midst, you can pick as many flowers as you'd like to create your own bouquets or make flower crowns for yourself and friends .ᐟ ⤷ filling your space with flowers will definitely make you feel like you are living in a fairytale 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒

✿. visit a farmer's market or go berry picking .ᐟ

🍓 picking your own strawberries, blueberries, or any other fresh fruit & veggies can be a cute way to stock your fridge and find the ingredients for your next recipe. 🫐 baking is another great hobby to pick up - especially for during those stormy summer days you have to stay inside. breads, muffins, cakes, and jams - there's so many things you can make using the fruit you hand picked; and an added bonus, it will keep your kitchen smelling super yummy .ᐟ

✿. have a picnic .ᐟ

take yourself on a date or round up a group of friends for a picnic at the park or on the beach. you can pack a basket of macarons, sparkling cider, and any of your other favorite treats ; find the perfect spot to lay your blanket, and maybe even bring some reading material or a journal to write in .ᐟ

✿. feed the ducks .ᐟ

if you have a pond nearby, you can take a walk & bring something to feed the duckies, turtles, or any of the other sweet creatures swimming around in there. if not, you can also make homemade bird food and treat those hungry little birdies singing outside your house every day. it could also be fun to take a trip to a local farm or petting zoo and feed some animals that way .ᐟ ⤷ if you do any of these things, please remember to do your research on what foods are good for our little friends, be respectful, and clean up after yourself. princesses don’t litter .ᐟ

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if the sun is not shining or you are looking for other ways to spend time like a princess, here are a few more ideas to add to your summer bucket list. . .

ᥫ᭡. take a trip to a museum and wander its halls, admiring the magnificent artwork in all its beauty.

ᥫ᭡. visit your local library or bookstore and spend the day picking out your next read.

ᥫ᭡. play dress up with your closest friends and have a tea party.

ᥫ᭡. try painting pottery. you could even paint & personalize your very own tea cup or jewelry box .ᐟ

ᥫ᭡. send a handwritten letter to a loved one or a pen pal. and while you’re add it, you can get some practice writing in cursive .ᐟ

ᥫ᭡. pamper yourself a little extra with a bubble bath - adding in rose petals, filling the bathroom with candles, and treating yourself to a plentiful amount of ladurée macarons - in good ole blair waldorf fashion.

࿐a princess always walks with their head held high. they know what makes them feel like their most confident self, and they don't shy away from it by trying to be anyone else. with that being said, always be your true, and authentic self - don't change just to fit a certain 'aesthetic' - take what you like from it, and leave the rest. it is important to do & wear whatever makes you feel comfortable, because in turn you will also feel your most beautiful - as a princess always should .ᐟ

xoxo, meg ♡

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Heeyyy there, can you do 36, 30 or 7 from the ask game???? Joukai of course. Thank uouuuuu!!!

From Put That Guy in a Situation(TM) Ask Game

36. Avalanche/huddle for warmth & 30. Only one bed

Ahhhhhh! Sorry this one took so long. It's longer than usual, though, so I hope that makes up for the wait. Thanks for your patience. ;;;_;;;

tags: hurt/comfort, minor injury word count: 3,265 words

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Skiing was stupid. People who skied were even dumber.

Case in point, rich, arrogant good-for-nothing assholes skied.

Kaiba skied.

Jounouchi's argument was ironclad. Unassailable even.

"Watch it, you oaf," a voice colder than the biting wind howling around them snapped in his numb ear.

"I should leave you to become a popsicle," he grumbled, firming his stance in the soft, powdery snow and readjusting his grip on Kaiba, careful not to jostle the other man and set off another tirade of complaints.

"I could say the same."

The fingers burrowed under the fold of Jounouchi's scarf bit into the nape of his neck. Hard to tell if it was because of an involuntary reaction to pain or a deliberate warning. Either way, it and Kaiba's words took the wind right out of Jounouchi's sails.

Yeah, skiing might be stupid, but it was even dumber to attempt a slope above his novice ability only to get lost off the trail. Especially as a winter storm brewed. But he couldn't stand how effortlessly Kaiba made everything appear, so suave and eye-catching in his ski gear. Or how he turned up his nose at Jounouchi.

It inspired a familiar feeling, one that drove him to act recklessly.

So it was Jounouchi's rotten luck that Kaiba, as the most experienced skier in the group, ultimately tracked him down. Kaiba predictably berated him for his idiocy, Jounouchi snapped back, and they fought. And then, in a begrudging attempt to extract Jounouchi from a ditch, the man fell and busted his leg instead.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he studied Kaiba's beet-red face. Kaiba wore his ski goggles atop his head like a hairband, pulling back his bangs and exposing his forehead. So it wasn't hard to spot the pained grimace wrinkling his brow. Flurries clung to his long lashes, no matter how often he tried to blink them away. He was sweating buckets despite the frigid temperature.

Jounouchi sympathized with that. Underneath his thick winter coat, his own clothing stuck uncomfortably to his skin. He'd kill to be back at the lodge and enjoying a hot shower.

"We need to get out of the open," Kaiba declared.

Jounouchi swept a critical eye across the windswept landscape. There were trees and snow as far as he could see, but his range was limited. Visibility plummeted as the storm intensified.

"Can't you, like, call for help? Doncha have a satellite uplink on you all the damn time?" asked Jounouchi.

"Atmospheric conditions affect satellite communication," Kaiba sneered, as if it were the most obvious fact in the world.

It probably was to a guy like him. Jounouchi merely rolled his eyes and focused on their terrestrial concern, repeatedly putting one foot in front of the other to make the most painstaking progress. It was the only way they'd get out of this if they couldn't count on rescue incoming.

"Who would've guessed you had such dainty ankles?" he said, then winced when it sounded like a shout as the howling wind died down at that precise moment.

"Excuse me," hissed Kaiba, tightening his grip. Ouch, ouch, he was definitely squeezing his neck on purpose.

Jounouchi had already dug his hole, so whatever. "I think you need more calcium in your diet, dude. Ya twisted that ankle like nothing. If you're not careful, you're gonna start breaking your hip like 'em little old ladies."

"First of all, it's not a fractured ankle, it's a fractured tibia. Second, my calcium intake is fine. Better than yours, given the trash I've seen you shovel into your mouth. And third, I'm taller, which means I have a higher center of gravity, which affects..."

Jounouchi tuned out the rest of the rant. He could feel the nervous energy flowing from Kaiba to him. As long as Kaiba kept running his mouth, it meant he stayed awake and alert. It meant he kept working with Jounouchi to cross the increasingly treacherous and snow-blind slope.

A stark shiver wracked their bodies. Jounouchi paused to assess his companion again.

Kaiba's teeth chattered. Sweat blanketed his forehead. Neither were good signs.

"You okay? Cold? In pain?" he asked softly.

"Yes," was Kaiba's reply. Which was as clear and helpful as mud.

Jounouchi sighed and urged them onward. He could only guide them toward what he hoped was the downward direction and pray that they stumbled back onto the trail.

After limping for what felt like hours, their footsteps dragged heavier and heavier behind them as snowfall and fatigue weighed them down in equal parts. That was when Jounouchi spotted what he prayed wasn't a mirage beyond a thicket of trees.

Slanted rooftop, horizontal wooden slats, the glint of glass windows—a cabin!

Giddy from the sudden shot of adrenaline, he nudged Kaiba. "Hey, hey. There's a cabin up ahead!"

Kaiba blinked blearily. He'd grown strangely quiet during the recent stretch. Now, he squinted, scrutinizing the building in the distance, perhaps wondering like Jounouchi if it was real.

The decision made itself.

"Let's go. You know what? I'm gonna carry you on my back. It'll be faster." Jounouchi was already carefully lowering Kaiba onto the snow-blanketed ground while keeping the weight off his injured ankle.

"No," Kaiba snapped. He clung to Jounouchi's biceps.

"It'll be fine, ya stubborn bastard. I swear I'll never tell another living soul so your damn pride can stay intact. I dunno about you, but I wanna get out of the cold ASAP."

"And if you drop me? Or you break your ankles next? What then?" challenged Kaiba. There was an increasingly frantic light shining in his eyes.

"Trust me. I don't wanna die out here any more than you do!"

For several terrifying beats, Kaiba stared at him. His claws were locked in rictus, threatening to rip into Jounouchi's padded winter jacket.

"C'mon, we're both freezing our butts off."

Jounouchi didn't know what convinced Kaiba in the end. Maybe the poor bastard was too wrung out to pick a fight.

"You drop me and it'll be the last thing you ever do." The threat lacked teeth, though.

Kaiba's hands trembled as they released Jounouchi's sleeve. They shook when they planted themselves on Jounouchi's shoulders. Kaiba was heavier than anticipated. Turns out there was meat on those bones after all. But it was a weight Jounouchi could shoulder.

The strangest sensation by far was the hot and heavy feeling of Kaiba breathing down his neck. Yet it was a soothing reminder that Kaiba was alive. Jounouchi huffed and puffed the final stretch to the tiny cabin, but he never dropped Kaiba.

Once they climbed onto the raised porch, Jounouchi deposited him against the railing and shook the accumulated snow from his gear. Eyes drilled into his back as he pulled off his beanie and brushed his hair clean.

The dog comparison he was certain was incoming never materialized, though. Kaiba must really be tired.

Hobbling on his feet, Kaiba's gaze stayed fixed on the door. "How do you propose we get inside?"

"Uh... Key under the mat?"

Kaiba leveled a disgusted look at him. He banged twice on the door with his fist. "Hello? Can anyone hear me?"

Right. Also, wouldn't hurt to check if there were already people inside. Preferably someone who could help them and wasn't going to hunt them across the mountainside for sport. He blamed Bakura for that last thought.

Leaning close, Jounouchi peered into the window, straining to see through the gap between the curtains. It was dark inside. There was no movement. No one was home. That made sense. The ski racks out front stood barren.

They'd long abandoned their equipment, too. No point in dragging extra weight along when Kaiba was already injured.

"Stay here. I'll check around back," ordered Jounouchi before hopping off the porch.

He circled the perimeter. It hardly took any time. To call it a cabin was probably generous to someone like Kaiba. But it looked sturdy, and it offered shelter from the storm. As he passed one window on the side, he noticed a small sign in it that read "Ski Patrol."

He jogged back to Kaiba. "Cabin belongs to ski patrol. There might even be a phone inside!"

Kaiba turned and greeted him with a key ring dangling from his index finger.

"Where'd you find those?"

"Hideaway inside a fake rock." Kaiba gestured to a pile sitting in the porch's corner.

Jounouchi laughed. "So I was right. That's basically under the mat. God, I hope they're the spares to this place."

He was glad they didn't have to go with his backup plan of busting through a window.

Braced against the doorframe, Kaiba went through two keys on the ring before he unlocked the door. Jounouchi whooped in celebration. Then, he moved forward to shoulder Kaiba's weight and usher them inside.

To Jounouchi's relief, the cabin came equipped with indoor plumbing and even a gas stove in the open kitchen out in the main room. There was a small round table and several chairs, but nowhere to lie down. But in another interior room, he found a bed.

One cramped twin-sized bed squeezed between the wall and a narrow nightstand. There wasn't room for much else.

He went back to the main room to report his findings. Kaiba sat at the dining table where Jounouchi left him, but he had his injured leg propped up on a second chair, ski boot and all.

"Phone's down," Kaiba grunted. "There's electricity, but there's no telling how long the generator will hold up. It's best if we don't use it until we must."

Jounouchi groaned. Guess it was too much to hope for. "Cool, well, there's only one bed."

Kaiba stared at him, unblinking for long lengths. Yeesh, did the bastard really think he was going to fight an injured person for the sole bed?

He approached the table. "You should take it. You're the one with the busted ankle. Want me to carry ya, princess?"

Laughing, he barely dodged the ski goggles Kaiba flung at his head. Somehow, that restored the equilibrium between them.

"Make yourself useful and find a first aid kit," barked Kaiba.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

Inside a kitchenette cabinet, he located a red bag with a white cross.

"Found it!"

A soft swear answered him from behind. He glanced over his shoulder and watched as Kaiba hunched over his elevated foot, struggling with his bootstraps. Jounouchi heaved a sigh, and on his way back to the table, he grabbed an afghan blanket folded on a shelf. He deposited the first aid kit on the tabletop and the blanket onto Kaiba's head, where his hair turned damp from the melting snow.

Kaiba cursed, louder this time, his limbs flailing under the blanket. Jounouchi kneeled down next to him, shed his gloves, and started working the snaps open. Above him came a snarl. He peered up just in time to see the outrage on Kaiba's face melt into shock after he ripped the wool away. Fighting a sudden wave of self-consciousness, Jounouchi lowered his gaze and kept going. His fingers, slowly warming, fumbled briefly on the next catch.

He waited for Kaiba to say something. Anything. Bark an order. Throw an insult. But Kaiba had gone deadly quiet, howling in his silence. The behavior was so strange Jounouchi wondered if Kaiba also hit his head when he fell.

Either way, Jounouchi felt the other man's stare drill through the top of his head.

Next came the hard part: getting the boot off without further agitating Kaiba's injury.

Again, his eyes flicked up to Kaiba's face, where he noted the almost contemplative expression that now dominated its planes. "Ya ready for this?"

Kaiba squared his shoulders, then nodded.

Yet afterward, the man's forehead was drenched with sweat, his face stripped of all color. Jounouchi went straight to the first aid kit and fished out the painkillers. With trembling hands, Kaiba snapped up the packet, tore it open, and swallowed two pills before Jounouchi could ask if he wanted a glass of water.

Figures Kaiba was the kind of freak that could swallow pills dry.

As Kaiba slumped forward and placed his head down atop the table, Jounouchi helped him out of the other ski boot as well. He set the footwear, both emblazoned with fancy KC logos, aside.

"Thank you."

The words stunned Jounouchi. His head whipped up, and he gawked at Kaiba. He couldn't see Kaiba's face, but the tips of his ears blazed bright red.

After several seconds of awkward silence, Jounouchi replied, "That should be my line. You're the one that found me after I got my dumbass self lost. So thanks for coming to get me."

To his surprise, Kaiba didn't lift his head. His bangs smeared across the tabletop as he nodded, though.

"And sorry you got hurt because of that," Jounouchi added quietly. His eyes darted back to Kaiba's elevated leg, but the thick pants made it impossible to gauge the severity of his condition. "How bad do you think it is?"

The table muffled Kaiba's reply. "Are there scissors in that kit?"

"Yeah."

"Cut the pant leg up to the knee."

Knowing that the alternative was somehow peeling Kaiba out of said pants, Jounouchi obeyed without complaint. He worked carefully, though, not wanting to cut Kaiba. A gigantic bruise sat halfway up to Kaiba's knee, right around where his ski boot ended. The entire area was swollen, but there was no sign of blood.

"No bone pushing through the skin, so that's a good sign." Kaiba said, suddenly right next to Jounouchi's ear. His warm breath puffed over Jounouchi's cheek.

Jounouchi jerked back, grabbing the chair's back to steady himself.

Thankfully, Kaiba was too preoccupied with examining his leg to notice his overreaction. "I should splint it."

Jounouchi jumped to his feet. "Splint, yeah, makes sense. Ya need a stick or something, right? I'll look for one."

As luck would have it, he dug up segments of PVC pipes already cut in half. Kaiba also appeared pleased when he presented them, kindling a warm glow within Jounouchi's ribcage.

"Can I help with anything else?" he asked, despite not knowing how to make a splint.

Kaiba hesitated before replying, "I have it handled. But I'll let you know if I need anything."

Jounouchi nodded automatically. He bounced between one foot and the other as Kaiba worked. But when Kaiba peered up at him for a second, something inside him snapped. He spun on his heels before declaring, "I saw a firewood shed out back. Gonna see if I can get a fire going for us."

Without waiting for a response, he fled the small cabin. The cold hit him in the face like a slap. It was invigorating. Got his blood pumping in a good way.

It wasn't until he dropped several split logs that he realized he'd left his gloves inside. Instead of going to retrieve them, he sank to his knees and cupped his numb hands to his mouth, blowing hot air over him. He couldn't say how long he stayed like that before the chill finally drove him back into the cabin.

Kaiba barely acknowledged him when he returned. That made Jounouchi feel simultaneously better and worse. The bastard hadn't even waited for Jounouchi to return before he somehow hobbled his way over to the loveseat close to the fireplace.

He focused on the fireplace instead.

Once the fire got going, the temperature inside warmed considerably. Unsurprisingly, Kaiba had to be bullied out of his outerwear before he could be swathed with blankets over his shoulders and his newly splinted leg.

Save for the seldom pop and crackle of the fire, it was silent.

Kaiba glared at his smartphone, occasionally adjusting its position as if that would catch a stray signal bar. Jounouchi also checked his phone, but he was sure his coverage was shit compared to Kaiba's.

Jounouchi also hung up his jacket to dry and shed his ski boots by the door. He didn't hesitate snatching the quilt off the bed in the other room, huddling under it while standing next to the fire.

"You stand any closer and you'll catch fire," came a dry quip from behind him.

He turned to face Kaiba and found the man with his phone facedown on his lap while squeezing the bridge of his nose. He lay lengthwise along the too-small loveseat with his legs elevated on the armrest and his sock-clad toes peeking out from under a blanket.

Despite that, Kaiba looked cozy? Shit, Jounouchi felt a bit insane even thinking about that. But Kaiba appeared comfy. His sharp angles and harsh lines blunted under woolen curves.

Disarmed. Soft. Jounouchi had never seen him that way before.

"What?" snapped Kaiba, jerking Jounouchi from his hazy thoughts. When he shivered, though, the entire fabric mass shook with him.

"Still cold?" Jounouchi asked as he padded closer.

Kaiba dropped his gaze to his pale hands clasped on his lap. "Nothing to be alarmed about. I've always had circulation issues."

Jounouchi laughed. "Cuz you're a skinny beanpole."

Kaiba glared, but he didn't argue.

Another insane thought crossed Jounouchi's mind. One he shouldn't dare entertain, but being cold probably wasn't good for Kaiba's leg in his current state. He had already dedicated himself to Kaiba's well-being to this point. Might as well ensure neither of them became popsicles before Kaiba could get proper medical attention.

"Alright, budge up."

Kaiba should hurry. Before Jounouchi lost his nerves.

"Excuse me."

"Ya heard me. Make room. We're gonna share body heat."

"Why?" Kaiba's voice rose an octave. He gave Jounouchi a frantic once-over from head to toe.

"So we don't freeze, duh."

Kaiba looked at him as if he was insane.

Jounouchi felt insane.

"Look, you're still cold, and I'm not giving you this blanket too. It's the last one," he argued.

For a moment, Kaiba looked as if he might eject Jounouchi from the cabin entirely, busted leg be damned. But then a miracle happened. Kaiba, after lowering his gaze, scooted forward, leaving space for Jounouchi to join him on the furniture. With his heart in his throat, Jounouchi squeezed in, carefully wiggling until he bracketed Kaiba's tense form with his legs. Without asking, because he was positive the answer would be no, Jounouchi pulled the other man's back flush to his chest.

Kaiba stiffened. He froze as if he had been left outside in sub-zero temperatures. That gave Jounouchi an opening to slip an arm around Kaiba's waist, but he left the limb atop a layer of quilt.

From this angle, he could only make out the back of Kaiba's head and the tip of his flaming ears.

Kaiba remained strangely mute. Only the steady rise and fall of his chest signaled his consciousness. Another shudder wracked through his body, and Jounouchi could feel it, from the hissing inhale to the tensing of back muscles to the exhale and shoulder slumping under the woolen weight.

Kaiba stopped shivering afterward, though. So that counted as a success, right?

"Don't worry, I don't mind sharing the bed with you if you want a space heater there too," Jounouchi joked. A hard lump formed in his throat, and he fought the urge to tighten his arms.

In response, Kaiba elbowed him in the stomach. But it was a light touch for him.

Jounouchi wouldn't admit it out loud, but he was content to remain here. Just the two of them huddled under blankets until the storm finally passed. And when Kaiba leaned back against him, he gave the impression he didn't mind either.

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holiday shopping

pairing: boyfriend!harry x reader

words: ~500

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In the heart of the city, where the air buzzed with the festive spirit, Harry and Y/N decided to embark on a delightful adventure to the holiday market. With twinkling lights overhead and the scent of cinnamon wafting through the crisp winter air, they stepped into a world of festive magic.

Hand in hand, they entered the market, their eyes widening at the sight of stalls adorned with colorful decorations and handmade treasures. The joyful chaos of the crowd filled the air, but in the midst of it all, Harry and Y/N found solace in their shared excitement.

Their first stop was at a quaint stall selling knitted scarves in every imaginable color. Y/N couldn't resist running her fingers over the soft textures, imagining cozy winter days wrapped in warmth. Harry, always attentive, picked out a scarf in a shade that perfectly matched her eyes, a surprise he couldn't wait to unveil later.

As they continued to weave through the market, the couple discovered stalls offering an array of quirky ornaments. From miniature snow globes to hand-painted baubles, each piece seemed beautiful and collectible. Y/N's eyes lit up at the sight of a particularly charming ornament – a tiny polar bear wearing a Santa hat. Harry couldn't help but smile, knowing it would find a special place on their Christmas tree.

The market's festive soundtrack was accompanied by the irresistible aroma of holiday treats. Y/N's nose led them to a charming stand selling hot chocolate adorned with marshmallows and a sprinkle of cinnamon. They indulged in the sweet warmth, savoring the comforting flavors that danced on their tongues.

Amidst the crowd, Harry spotted a stall with vintage records, a treasure trove for a music enthusiast like him. The crackling sound of vinyl filled the air as he carefully flipped through the stacks, his eyes lighting up. Y/N watched with admiration as he held the record in his hands, his enthusiasm contagious.

Their pockets filled with festive treats and newfound treasures, the couple found a quiet spot to take in the enchanting atmosphere. The market's ambiance was a blend of laughter, joyful chatter, and the melodies of street performers playing classic holiday tunes.

As the day unfolded, Harry couldn't resist the urge to pick out a special trinket for Y/N. In a hidden corner of the market, he found a stall adorned with delicate handmade jewelry. His eyes fell on a dainty necklace with a pendant shaped like a snowflake – a symbol of the uniqueness and beauty he saw in Y/N. With a smile, he purchased the necklace, envisioning the moment he would gift it to her.

The holiday market adventure wasn't just about shopping; it was a celebration of love, laughter, and the magic of the season. As the day drew to a close, Harry and Y/N found a quiet spot to watch the market come alive with twinkling lights. The ornaments, scarves, and trinkets they had collected told a story of a day filled with shared joy and the simple pleasures of being together during the most magical time of the year.

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some outfits for scoobie :>

her favourite colour is green if you couldn’t tell. all cc linked below!

hair - ambrose by okruee

*top | shorts (pippa) | socks | boots (V1) | hat - strangerville gp

top | shorts | socks (ren) | shoes

top (clean reg) | shorts | socks (V3) | hat

top | tights | leg warmers | hat

bodysuit (dainty top) | **sandals | hat

top (taylor) | shorts | shoes | hat | belt overlay (buckle)

top | dungarees | sandals | belt overlay (incheon)

sweater | jorts | shoes | scarf (no.2)

*1901: windenburgish t-shirts by sforzinda in clean tucked roll

**it says 'male' but they're available for female too

all links go to the creators' blogs/patreons/websites etc. if anything is wrong or not matching up, let me know. and i'm pretty sure the hat on outfit 8 is base game. or get to work? could be wrong...

enjoy!