HWLP WHAT US THIS

HWLP WHAT US THIS

like what would he think about my pastor in youth group back when i was in it ???

what would he do to this 30 something christian rock man who carries an acoustic guitar everywhere???

would he be ok with it or smash that thing???

what would he think of those games we played?? i dont think he can beat me and my friends at dodge ball or night in the museum in the chapel with the lights turned off. nuh uh

anywho guys, priest taiju. i wonder what his sermons would be like or if he’d like my old youth group friends.

꒰ december drabbles ꒱. - m.list

updated as of: december 22nd 2023 !

jour un. snow storm. - [riddle rosehearts]

after eating strawberry scones and maybe a bit more than a little snow, riddle won't let you leave

jour deux. mistletoe. - [noel noa]

getting stranded at a party might not be the best thing ever, but meeting the famous french striker under mistletoe is definitely a plus

jour trois. snow angels. - [mahito]

you finally get out of that nasty sewer to try and educate mahito on the art of snow angels

jour quatre. snowball fight. - [kazutora hanemiya]

maybe your bullies did something right after cornering you in the park and accidentally hitting the gang member in your class instead of you

cinquième jour. winter nights. - [leona kingscholar]

you're warm and make him feel fuzzy inside even if that can’t happen

sixième jour. snowman. - [kalim al asim]

getting kalim away from jamil for a minute to let him try out snow for the first time wasn't that easy but still the most fun you’ve had in a while

septième jour. christmas lights. - [seishu inui]

do you really need to be grounded when there’s a boy in your window looking like a puppy to take you to see the rich neighborhoods’ lights

jour huit. chocolate chip cookies. - [tendou satori]

after working all day, he just wants to come home to a nice batch of chocolate chip cookies but maybe you need chocolatier tendou to show you how real chocolate chip cookies are made

jour neuf. ugly sweater. - [izana kurokawa]

why does your boyfriend seem so stressed lately? he just needs a good present to cheer him up

jour dix. baby its cold outside. - [malleus draconia]

who cares about what your family and neighbors think? it’s just so cold outside; why should you leave?

jour onze. ice skating. - [azul ashengrotto]

youve seen how he is at broom riding, but maybe you should actually look away when he's on skates

jour douze. home alone. - [taiju shiba]

your family might have forgotten you on their vacation, but your shovel serial killer neighbor might not be as mean as everyone says

jour treize. scarf. - [ushijima wakatoshi]

that guy on the volleyball team is taking the same route home as you. luckily, you forgot a scarf

quatorzième jour. the nutcracker. - [kakucho]

maybe that nutcracker prince you dreamt about wasn't as much of a dream as you thought it was

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just finished xo, kitty and am waiting for Min Ho fanfics

I have brain rot of Min Ho and i’ve only found two fics so drop any Min Ho x reader fanfic ideas you want

I’ll basically write anything for u guys

𝒸𝒾𝓃𝓆𝓊𝒾è𝓂𝑒 𝒿𝑜𝓊𝓇. 𝓌𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈.

✿ summary: you're warm and make him feel fuzzy inside even if that can’t happen

✿ ft: leona kingscholar

a bedroom with three walls maybe wasn't the best place to sleep during a snowstorm. winter breeze ghosting over your face and exposed toes like a ton of iced bricks.

however, all hopes of leaving the freezing room were lost. the sleepy lion man held you tight in his arms, holding you close to him. he felt like a furnace heating you up. his brows knitted together while he squeezed you impossibly closer.

he was more stubborn than you thought, locking you in his freezing bed like a prisoner. you tried to wiggle out of his death grip, miraculously succeeding only to get tugged back into his arms.

“go to sleep,” he grunted, pulling you closer to his chest, resting his chin on your head, letting you get the perfect position to get that natural scent he had. he smelled like flowers, no help to the botanical garden and dusted with the small scent of sweat from training.

he would be lying if he said he wasn’t somewhat enjoying your company beneath the warm sheets. sure, he’s warm and he didn’t need you, but you were just so… warm. he didn’t know why but with you, he felt like he didn't come to this school for nothing. his family isn't breathing down his neck when he's with you.

of course, you don’t need to know this and never would know this. so for now, you're stuck in his bed being shielded by him.

what’s more, what you never needed to know was how fast leona's heart was beating. the small sweat on his face, a contrast to the rest of the room. this never was supposed to happen. the feelings he harbored deep inside. ignoring you until you finally came over to ask him why he hated you; the complete opposite of the truth. yes, there was plenty of room in the dormitory but at the same time, when was he going to get another opportunity like this again? you would just say you were going to be late to class and grim is failing a magic class and dragging down your grade. he needed this chance, this opportunity.

so he told you to stay, saying it wasn't safe to go back to the mirror chamber and walk through the inevitable snowstorm happening. of course, you believed him. he was one of the smartest people you knew.

he did want the extra warmth your body provided. yes, he was practically a magical fireplace but he needed something to keep him warm. that's your job. to keep him warm so he can sleep. not to make his heart flutter and feel like it was going to leap out of his throat with the murmurs of ‘i love you’. you were doing the opposite of what you were supposed to do. making him feel like a puddle of water hot enough to evaporate and keeping him up with swarming thoughts of why you were staying with him or if you could hear his heart bumping.

he did wonder what malleus would think if he heard about this. his precious mortal having to seek refuge from him, a wannabe prince instead of fae. that thought couldn’t help but make him smirk, nuzzling you closer. his scent was clinging onto you, no doubt not leaving the next day.

so he continued to hold you closer trying to memorize your every movement, the way you breathed, the way your hands held onto him, the way your face looked when you slept, clinging onto him.

so until the moment you reciprocate his feelings, he'll stay here. waiting. longing. so close to you yet so far, never aware of how you truly felt for him.