nicholaschavezobsessed

20.💋 currently living for anything nicholas chavez. 🥂💋 requests open !

[nicholaschavezobsessed]

About me !

My name is Jasmine and I’m 20 years old !🎀

psychology major.🧠

i’m not much of a writer but i try!

currently obsessed with grotesquerie, chicago fire, gilmore girls, hockey & nicholas chavez

i decided to start attempting to write because it’s hard to find plus size fics of my fav characters/people so here i am !

i do take requests and my inbox is always open !

[nicholaschavezobsessed]

Snow Day

warnings: suggestive language, not revised.

word count: 1.72k

authors note: This is what I'm writing instead of my 900-word essay about why The Menedez brothers are innocent now I am continuing this because I got rejected by 3 college hockey players.

The cold wind snapped harshly against your face, causing you to cover the lower half of your face with your hands. Why did I want to walk instead of drive? There was only one thing that could take you from the warmth of your apartment. Nicholas. He had invited you out to the rink by his hotel, it took some convincing, but you reluctantly agreed. You shake your head, cursing yourself for agreeing to go skating. It's going to be a long rest of your day.

A few minutes later...

The rink comes into your view and there he was, skating around so flawlessly. A smile faint on his lips, almost as if no one else was there to see this. It was nice to see him at peace, he's been so stressed lately with filming. You find yourself sitting down on a bench, hoping he doesn't take notice of you just yet. Your thick thighs press against the cold bench, causing you to shutter at the contact. You admire hos moves, so effortlessly almost as if he was gliding across water. As he makes his way towards the edge of the ice, he takes notice of you. "Keep staring at me like that and you won't even make it to the ice." You could hear the smirk in his voice. Cocky as ever. You stand up, eyes level with his chest.

"Don't tempt me with a good time Nicholas." You whisper softly, eyes not even daring to meet his just yet. One look and we'd be in his hotel. Not that I'm complaining. He slips one arm around your curvy waist, his hand resting against the small of your back. "Let's go get you in some skates, don't think you're getting away from skating." You rest your head against him as the two of you walk in-sync. You definitely weren't an ice skater, but you'd do just about anything to make him happy. The booth for rental skates comes into view, you go and grab a pair in your size. "This is going to be a shit show" You mumbled to yourself as you take your seat on the bench. With no hesitation, Nicholas is on one knee, taking your boots off. Your eyes flicker down, his brown eyes already staring back into your eyes. Fuck. Your breath gets stuck in your throat as he slides on your skates, not once breaking eye contact. You press your lips together before choking out the words "Keep staring at me like that and you won't even make it to the ice." You teasingly mock him; a deep chuckle passes through his lips. "Don't tempt me." He teases back, flashing you a smile as he tightens the laces on your skates. He takes his hand in yours, pulling you off the bench. You stumble forward, huffing quietly to yourself as you regain your balance. "Lead the way Mr. Chavez." He rolls his eyes playfully, his fingers intertwining with yours. "It's not as bad as you think Y/N" He steps backwards onto the ice, hands still in yours. Your eyes quickly shut, your heartbeat racing as you place one foot onto the ice, your grip on his hands tightening. "You got this." His whispers loud enough for you to hear.

You place both feet on the ice, you whole body shaking with nerves. He squeezes your hands reassuringly, which brings you a little bit of comfort to know he's got you. "This is not as easy as you make it look; I'm kind of jealous." You utter frustratingly as you try to move forward, which just results into you falling down, pulling Nicholas with you. "Y/N, I don't think this is the most appreciate time and place to have you under me. " You face reddens quickly as you are made very aware of the public place, you're in and the fact that everyone has just seen you fall. Totally not embarrassing. Your boyfriend pulls himself up, regaining his balance before he pulls you up with him. You straighten yourself before letting him lead. He's very attentive, making sure to move slow and keep a tight grip on you because repeating that fall would force you to never come back to this rink. It wasn't as bad as you thought once you got the hang of it so you finally let go of his hands and skated ahead of him, leaving him as surprised as you. He catches up with you, wrapping his arms you from behind. "I told you it's not all that terrible." A smile evident on his lips as you turn you head slightly. "We both know I won't admit that anytime soon, but I can see why you come here a lot. It's very peaceful, a good escape from reality." The scene in front of you was truly beautiful. The few people left on the ice were a sight to see, laughter could be heard through the evening traffic, the huge smiles of couples and children just having a good time. While you were reluctant to come and get on the ice, this was worth it and on the plus side it made your boyfriend happy.

Eventually the evening turned into nighttime, everyone slowly making their way off of the ice leaving it just you and Nicholas. He halted to a stop, making you stop in your tracks. He slowly glides towards you, one hand resting on your waist while the other rests on your cheek. He leans down, capturing your lips in a kiss, your hands wrap around him, pulling the two of you closer together. "Thank you for coming out with me." He mumbles against your lips. You gently pull away; a silent protest comes from your boyfriend. You raise your hands, cupping his cheeks. "I will always do anything for you Nicholas, no matter what. I know at the end of the day you would do anything for me, and you should know I'd do the same." His hands come up to rest against yours, the world's goofiest grin on his face as he looks down at you. "I know, I just like to show my appreciation for my girl yeah? But I think my actions would be a better example." He flashes you a wink before pulling the two of you off the ice, and you knew exactly where this was headed to, and you had no complaints.

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[nicholaschavezobsessed]

i’m back guys 🙏🏻🙏🏻 i’ve got a fic halfway written im so excited for it…👀 should be the best fic i’ve written cause i just got rejected by 3 college hockey players so im putting my all into this one to distract me😭😭😭

[nicholaschavezobsessed]

snow day pics (plus a face reveal) !!!! *currently taking the day to write should have something out by the end of the week !!!

[nicholaschavezobsessed]

I’m sorry for not getting to everyone’s requests !! I started my job and spring semester of college back to back 😭😭 I promise i’ll get to them as soon as I can !!

[nicholaschavezobsessed]

Hey!

Could you do a Matt Casey x reader?

Matt Casey is married to Andy Darden’s sister, she’s the PIC on ambo 61 along with Gabby.

It is thanksgiving and it is the first one after the lost of Andy Darden.

Some fluff between Casey and y/n and maybe just a tiny bit of smut.

Casey is having baby fever after he sees y/n with Griffin and Ben.

Something based on season 1 episode 7

[hoffmansgirl]

being a writer and a daydreamer isn't enough. i need nicholas chavez to come out of my screen & kiss me and then fuck me passionately until i can't walk & then cuddle w me all night long 🙂↕️🙂↕️🙂↕️🙂↕️

[nicholaschavezobsessed]

Can I send a fanfic request please 💋

of course ! send it and i’ll get on it !

[nicholaschavezobsessed]

HIIIIIII

First I wanna say I love your work and give you all my support

So I was thinking a husband!father Charlie x wife!reader (cause I saw in a fic that apparently priest can stay married if they got married before they became priest but hey I dunno girl I ain’t Christian😭) and like reader work at the diner where Megan and Charlie goes to eat in episode 2 and reader is really jealous of Megan and hate her (she don’t hide it from Charlie) because she’s supposed to be a nun but she’s still drooling over Charlie.

This is all I got because it’s been in my late night fake scenarios for WEEKS but I always called asleep before fixing an end😭

Love ya kiss kiss💗🫶

Jealous Girl (Father Charlie x wife reader)

warnings: language, implied actions

wordcount: 1.1k

authors note: I enjoyed writing this one. Thank you for the support!!! VERY appreciated love! I hope this is similar to what you were wanting! Let me know if you want a pt. 2!!

You never gave much thought to your future. Your mind was fixated on one thing and one thing only: Charlie Mayhew and his damn charm. From the very moment you laid eyes on him, he completely consumed me. He is the one thing that managed to make you think about the future; you'd be more than just a waitress at the simple diner in your town; you'd be his wife, and that was something you made sure of. One thing you didn't count on? Your personal trainer husband becoming a priest. It wasn't an easy change; you weren't really a religious person, so you didn't really understand his calling, but you supported him the best you could.

(Present day)

It was a normal day in the diner, not completely empty but not completely full. Nothing really caught your eye until the bell jingled, signaling a customer walking in; you ruffled down your uniform, putting on your customer service smile. "Welcome in..." You trail off, soaking in the person in front of you. Dressed in black and white, full-on nun attire with her phone glued to her hand. You quickly clear your throat, realizing you had stared a bit too long. "Welcome in Sister. Would you prefer a seat at the counter or in a booth?" She takes a second, glancing between the booth and the counter. "A booth please. I'm meeting someone; face to face seems better." She flashes you an awkward smile, waiting for you to lead the way. "Of course, right this way." You grab two menus, thoughts clawing at your brain. Who could she be meeting? More nuns? Not really something the diner sees a lot. Truckers? Yes. Nuns? No. You lead her to her booth, placing a menu in front of and across from her. You pull your pen from behind your ear and a notepad out as she slides into her spot, eyes bouncing from me to the door. "Can I get you started with something to drink?" Her eyes dart to you, "A water would be fine, thank you." You nod, beaming her a smile before walking off.

The sound of chitter fills your ears as you make your way behind the counter, huffing to yourself as you fix her water. Another one of your customers at the counter flag you down for a refill. You top off their coffee before sauntering off back to the nun's booth with her water and your notepad at the ready. "Can I get you something to eat while you wait, hun?" She moves a strand of blonde, curly hair from her eyes as she shakes her head. "I'll wait for the father to arrive; I don't want to seem rude, but could I change out my water for a root beer when you take my order?" You nod, stashing away your notepad. "Just holler when you need me!" You wipe down a table passing the time, humming to yourself when the doorbell jingles again. You look back in curiosity, only to see your husband. You bite the inside of your cheek, a nasty habit when you're worried. You abandon the task at hand, rushing to your husband, worried something could be wrong. "Hey, is everything okay?" You bite your lip nervously as his face scrunches into confusion. "Everything's fine? Why wouldn't it be?" You exhaled deeply, shoulders dropping as the worry melted away. "Sorry, love, I just wasn't expecting a visit from you today. He shakes his head, eyes glancing behind you. You turn your head to meet what had his attention. Ah, the nun. "She's been waiting for you, father." The word comes out harsher than you expected, catching him off guard. He places a reassuring hand on your shoulder, gently giving it a squeeze. "I'm just here to go over a story she wrote for the paper. She's been bringing in a lot more people to my sermons. You hum in response as you lead him to her booth, ready to take their order. "We'll both take the burger and fries." She answers for the both of them; you jot it down and walk off. You place the ticket in the window, your eyes never leaving their table.

You crossed your arms over your chest, your jaw tightening as your gaze followed their every movement. You knew you had nothing to worry about; she's a nun, but something in you just couldn't help it. You knew your husband was good-looking. His brown, styled-back hair, his piercing dark chocolate eyes that would make anyone melt, topped off with his perfect smile that could make your knees weak with one flash. His voice smooth like honey, you could just listen to him for hours, and below those robes was a perfect body. He truly was just perfect. Your hands fall to your side as you watch her flirt with him, him laughing and flashing that perfect smile. Your fists balled up at your sides, the tension in your knuckles betraying your calm demeanor. But duty calls, and their order is ready. You bring out the hot plates, interrupting the two of them so tangled up in their conversation. "Will that be all for you, sister? Father." You put on a fake smile, so hard you thought you might squeeze out your eyes. "No, this is perfect." You give her a nod and walk off, not acknowledging your husband. You have to remind yourself not to worry; he's married to you. Charlie was your strength, but also your weakness. You refuse to lose him.

You try to distract yourself by finishing up your shift; as soon as the clock strikes four, you toss off your apron and storm out of the diner, not even giving him a second glance. He knew he was in for it when he got home. You pull up to your home, nothing fancy; walking in you toss your keys on the counter and toss off your uniform, slipping into a robe. Time to decompress the day away until you hear a car screech into your driveway. Fuck. Charlie storms in, nose flared as he stalks towards you. You cross your arms, staring him down, daring him to say something stupid. "She's a fucking nun, Y/N. She has vows to honor." You take a step towards him, placing your pointer finger against his chest. "Yeah? Did you see the way she was looking at you, practically eye-fucking you? Just because she's a nun doesn't mean she wouldn't think about it." His jaw clenches as you stare at him, not giving in easily this time. He stares down at you, eyes piercing into your soul, when his hand reaches up, gripping your jaw. "I'm going to fix this little problem of yours, yeah?" His voice soft, the embodiment of calm. You raise your brows, a smirk tugging at your lips. "On your knees, now." Without a second thought, you slowly fall down to your knees; he leans down, his grip never leaving your jaw. His thumb pulls down your bottom lip, hunger burning with every touch. "Such a jealous fucking girl. I'm going to show you; I'm all yours."

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[nicholaschavezobsessed]

Hey!

Do you write for Matt Casey?

I do! Send me a request and I can write it up for you

[hoffmansgirl]

a casual movie night with your boyfriend 𝜗𝜚 𝓷. 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐳

MDNI. +18 only ◜｡ ࣪ ⁺⋆𖧷 smutttyy — unprotected piv, choking.

"focus on the movie, hmm?".

you tried. you really tried, but it was nearly impossible as you felt nicholas' girthy cock slip in and out of your sloppy hole, a memorable, squelching sound echoing in the room every time he did so.

your eyelids felt heavy as you rested your head on your outstretched arms, trying your best to focus on the screen in front of you. what were you even watching? you couldn't tell. every coherent thought left your mind as nicholas' hand found itself on your lower back, pressing hard enough to make you arch towards him. you heard him mumble something incoherent — or maybe you were just too fucked out to hear it. you bit your lip, wincing in discomfort every time his tip pressed against your cervix. his thrusts were slow and deliberate, perfectly calculated to drive you insane — it just wasn't enough, but at the same time, it was too much.

nicholas' hands travelled up your back, massaging the sore muscles of your shoulders, as if he knew that was exactly what you needed. your soft sighs filled the room, along with the slapping of skin, and you let your eyes fall closed just for a second. your boyfriend wasn't having it, though — his once soft touch became increasingly more intense, now, as his hand slid down your body only to slap your ass harshly. he watched your backside wiggle against his lower abdomen as he did so — your hips beginning to grind down onto his own to chase the pleasure. you cried out, supporting yourself on your forearms as your head fell back, soft pants leaving your mouth every few seconds.

"no, no, no, baby. you wanted to watch this movie so badly. what happened?", nicholas teased, pushing into you harder, deeper — one of his hands clamping down on your neck, pulling you towards him until your back rested against his chest. you could feel the warmth emanating from him, his shallow breath tickling your collarbone as he left sloppy kisses on your shoulder.

"i want— jus' need to cum, nick, please", you managed to let out, your hips working harder in order to bring yourself to the edge. nicholas' chuckled, his teeth grazing your skin, tongue darting out to soothe the pain immediately after. his movements became erratic as though he tried to hold back, wanting nothing more to see you slowly fall apart under him.

"not yet, sweetheart", he cooed softly, squeezing your neck before pushing you down onto the bed again. "watch the movie f'me. if you behave...", his fingertips run down your spine, gently enough to give you goosebumps. your back arched even more, your ass pushing back against him mindlessly until you felt him hit your cervix again.

"will you be good f'me? hmm? can you be a good girl and do that?", nicholas mumbled, his palms flat next to your head as he leaned over you, practically straddling your shaking form. the slight change of angle caused him to reach even deeper, his cock bullying its way into you as if you were nothing but a toy. and you loved every second of it.

"yes, nicholas", you whined, gulping audibly as his hips met your ass again. tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, and you fought to keep them open.

everything for your boyfriend, though.

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another masterpiece 👏

[hoffmansgirl]

🕯️i hope 2025 brings me nicholas chavez 🕯️

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[nicholaschavezobsessed]

hi sweetie! how are you?

I saw that you like Chicago Fire and that you were interested in writing about them, so I thought I would make a request! (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

I would love to read something cute and cozy about Brian Zvonecek (literally the love of my life)

Thank you very much! Have a nice day/night (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧💌💌

Home (Brian "Otis" Zvonecek x reader)

Aww thank you for asking hun! I'm good, I hope you're good too!!

ahhh!!! I LOVE Brian, so excited to write this! I hope you like this, I thought it was cute and heartwarming!

warnings: little cursing, pure fluff

wordcount: 860

authors note: Let me know if you'd like to be added to my Chicago fire tag list!

Brian was most definitely the best boyfriend you've ever had. You hit the jackpot when he just so happened to accidentally bump into you a few months ago. He offered to buy you a drink to make up for you dropping your coffee. The rest was history. Now, he's got his head rested in your lap in his bedroom/ Cruz jacked the couch, and there was no getting him to move when he got settled in with popcorn. The TV was nothing more than back noise for you; Brian was solely focused on the movie playing. Your fingers comb through his thick, black hair, humming softly as you gaze lingers on him. He truly is perfect. "I can feel you staring, Y/N." He mutters softly; eyes still focused on the movie. Your hands gently cup his face, your thumbs caressing his cheeks. "I can't help it; I just like looking at you..." You trail off, your cheeks turning red. He sits up, leaving your lap feeling empty, the warmth from his body against your lap quickly fading. "Come back." You give him a confused look as he scoots to your side, attention completely on you.

He opens his mouth, yet no words come out. Your gaze softens as you lock eyes with him, his nerves melting away. "You do know you're missing your favorite movie, right?" Your eyes flicker from the movie still playing and back to him. He shrugs, a cheeky grin on his face. "Pause it for me; I'll be right back." Before you could even get a word out, he slipped out of his bed and out of the room. Weird. Brian never interrupts his favorite movie. You cross your legs, leaning against the headboard. Suddenly, you hear hushed whispers coming from the living room. Holy shit. I hope he's not in there asking advice for how to break up with me because I weirded him out. You slowly slip out of bed, your mind going a million miles a minute. You tiptoe towards the closed door, pressing your ear against the wooden frame. The whispers stop, the apartment goes completely silent, and your stomach churns. Stop. You mentally smack yourself; of course, Brian isn't breaking up with you; you're just getting yourself worked up.

You turn around on your heels, trying to sneak back into bed when the door swings back open, knocking you over in the process. "Dammit, Y/N! I am so sorry!" He hurriedly bends down, pulling you from off the ground. He gently sits you down on the bed, eyes scanning over you to make sure you're okay. Your hands slide down your face. Totally not embarrassing. You place your hands in his, the warmth radiating from them. "I'm fine, see?" You stand up, spinning around to show no marks or bumps. He lets out a quick sigh of relief. "I didn't realize you were right there, or I would've let you know before I swung open the door." His hand rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, his cheeks a light shade of pink. You give his hands a reassuring squeeze before pulling him flush against you. "I promise, Brian, it's okay." He leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You close your eyes, savoring the sweet moment between the two of you. Moments like these mean so much more than romantic dinners or nights out at Molly's when he's not bartending. These sweet little intimate moments are what you live for. He rests his chin on top of your head for a few moments before pulling away, his face a cross between nervous and determined. "I have to tell you something..." Your brows furrow in confusion as you take a step back; your eyes scan his face, trying to get a read on what he was thinking.

He clears his throat, taking your hands back in his. "I've been thinking about this for a while; I even discussed it with Joe." You feel sick to your stomach; this is it. You open your mouth to speak, but he cuts you off. "Will you move in with me?" Your jaw hangs open for what feels like years. That was not what you were expecting. He quickly scrambles to get his words out. "You don't have to say yes; I just figured you know... you're my home. I don't want you to leave; I want you to stay with me. It feels like something is missing every time I watch you walk out that door, and it's you, Y/N. You don't have to decide right now, but the offer stays as long as you need to take." Without hesitation, you jump into his arms, catching him by surprise. He falls backwards, grip tight around your waist. You pepper kisses all over his face, a grin stretching from ear to ear. He laughs with each kiss, a smile evident in his laughter. "You big softy, of course I'll move in with you. Brian Zvonecek, you are my home; without you it just doesn't feel right. His hands cup your cheeks, pulling you into a passionate kiss, that smile still evident on his lips.

[nicholaschavezobsessed]

do people still read for chicago fire??? got into the show a few months ago and i’ve been thinking about writing for it ! let me know if anyone still reads for them !!!

[nicholaschavezobsessed]

I Love the Rain

warnings: cursing, suggestive language/thoughts

wordcount: 855

authors note: something sweet and simple since it was storming here today!

You stepped outside, the humidity fogging up your glasses; it was the one thing you hated about having glasses. You pull them off, wiping them against your sweater. It was an unusually dark day, the clouds brewing something big, something nasty. You continue walking, your vision completely blurred, but you knew the way to the coffee shop like the back of your hand, but what you didn't take into account was the amount of people on the sidewalk, trying to make it to their destination and beat the rain.

Still wiping away your lens, damn the humidity, you think to yourself, stumbling along the way, trying to dodge the blurred figures the best you could. What felt like years later, they finally adjust, no longer fogging up, but as soon as you slip them on, you bump into something solid, more specifically someone's very solid chest. "Fuck, I am so sorry!" I mumble quickly, mentally kicking myself in the ass. A soft rumble comes from the person's chest, how embarrassing, I think to myself as they laugh. You take a step back, glancing up at the person you ran into. Shit. This man was something straight out of a book. Tall, gorgeous, brown hair, piercing eyes, and a smile that could light up the whole damn town. "No need to apologize, I wasn't exactly paying much attention either." He trails off, his hand ruffling up his perfectly laid out brown hair, brown hair that needs a good, rough tug. You toss your hand in the air carelessly, "Really, it was on me, I hadn't had my glasses on yet, this weather just wants me to cause some chaos. " You clear your throat to stop yourself from rambling on, yet your mouth seems to have a mind of its own. "How about I buy you a coffee, or tea? Whatever you want to drink, it's on me." Your thoughts flood in, hoping he doesn't reject the offer.

He flashes that smile, sending a throb between your legs. What can I say? His smile just has that effect. "Ah, how can I say no to that?" His words slip out like honey. Without a second thought, you start heading in the direction of your original destination. The streets emptied out as the sky got darker, if that was even possible. Thunder rumbled out, almost as if the sky was pissed off. "So... uh, I didn't catch your name..." He trails off, glancing at you, waiting for an answer. "Y/N.. you?" You keep walking, hoping to beat the rain. "Nicholas, so where were you in such a rush that you just so happened to bump into me?" He questioned, a hint of playfulness in his voice. "Well, I was on my way to the coffee shop, but someone just so happened to be in my way." You tease, cursing yourself as you feel the drops hitting the top of your head. "You've got to be shitting me." As soon as the words escape your lips, almost as if on cue, the clouds open up, releasing a downpour. Well, there goes my morning, you huff loudly, the cold rain pelting the both of you. His hand reaches down for yours, pulling you down the street with him. "You know the more we run, the more wet we'll get?" You yell over the booming thunder, giggling in the back of your mind at your choice of words. "Trying to get us out of the rain!" He wipes his face as we dodge people trying to find somewhere dry.

You try to keep up with his long strides, your grip slipping on his hand the more the rain comes down. It gets harder and harder to see, barely visible five feet ahead of you, until the sight of an awning catches your eyes, despite the water droplets coating the lens. "There, to your right!" He quickly looks over, finally taking notice of the awning. He pulls the both of you under, his chest heaving up and down. "Fuck, I did not expect it to come down like this." He mumbles quietly as he takes in the sight of the streets flowing with water. "I didn't either, or else I would've just stayed in bed." You rolled your eyes as you run your hands down your soaked clothes. A mischievous glint shines in his eyes as he faces you. "Come on now, you can't tell me that wasn't exciting? Running down the streets, in the pouring rain at that, with a stranger?" Your mood lightens a bit the more you think about the events that just occurred. "A bit romantic if you think about it." His voice lowers as he steps closer to you, your heart beating wildly out of your chest. "Yeah..." His voice barely above a whisper as his eyes glance over you hungrily. You take a step closer, your cheeks burning bright red. This is definitely not how you expected your morning coffee run to go. He leans down, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. "I love the rain..." You mumble against his lips, causing him to smile.

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[nicholaschavezobsessed]

A Cozy December Night

I finally wrapped up my first semester, so I am back in action!

Enjoy this short little blurb I've had on my mind since November :)

word count: 581

warnings: very fluffy

Tonight was nothing special, just a normal night spent with your boyfriend, except it was December 1st. The fireplace crackled, heat radiating from it as the flames illuminated the two of you sitting on the floor of the living room.

"I swear, every year the lights get more and more tangled when you take them out." You mumble under your breath, attempting to detangle the strand of multicolored lights that sit in front of you. Your boyfriend's laughter echoes in the room as he takes over light duty. "Why don't you let me deal with these and you put the hooks on the ornaments?" Nicholas's hands brush against yours, a smile on his face as he happily takes the pile of lights from you. A huff leaving your lips as you watch him effortlessly turn the ball of mess into strung out strands of lights ready to be placed around the tree. "Those lights have something against me." He playfully rolls his eyes, standing to wrap the lights around the tree. "Maybe you just don't have the magical touch like I do." He shoots you a wink, maneuvering around the tree. You admire him and how the colorful lights illuminate his radiant smile. He knew winter was your favorite time of the year, the Christmas lights, the snow, the vibes alone. You abandon the task of preparing the ornaments; you rock back and forth on your heels, patiently waiting for Nicholas to finish up.

A few minutes later, he takes a step back, admiring his work. "Damn, I'm good. Matter of fact, I think I'll quit acting and put lights on trees for a living." A goofy grin takes over his face as you burst out in laughter. "And I'll be your manager." You rest your head against him, his arm finding its way around your waist. The only sound being the crackling of the fire. The smell of the pine tree, engulfing the room, was your favorite scent. Nothing brings you more joy than times like these, so simple yet so intimate. Nicholas leans down, planting a kiss on your temple as he pulls you closer. "How about I make us some hot chocolate while we take a break, my little hard worker?" You look up at him while he thinks on it, looking at the tree and back at you. "I think my hard work calls for hot chocolate! "You playfully smack his shoulder as you make your way to the kitchen, humming softly as you reach up for the two red mugs with snowflakes covering them. You set them on the counter along with marshmallows, whipped cream, and candy canes when two arms wrap around you, a warm body pressing against you.

The familiar scent of pine and sandalwood overpowering your nostrils. "Someone's a bit impatient, aren't they?" He hums in response, reaching over to grab a marshmallow. "What can I say? I'm dying to get my hands on this hot chocolate after my hard day of work." He pretends to wipe sweat off his forehead as he tosses a marshmallow in his mouth. "You, my darling, are very dramatic." You stroll over to him, placing the warm cup in his hands. "But, only the best for my hardworking man." You lean up, placing a kiss on his cheek before making your way back to the living room, with your boyfriend trailing right behind you, ready to curl up on the couch, leaving the tree unattended till tomorrow.

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so sorry for not posting 😭 it’s finals week for me… i should be back to posting after this week !