#write a drabble

[douxbebearchives]

Olitz For The Holidays: Words and Phrases / Prompts

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Our holiday series is underway!

Under the cut, we have listed words and phrases that can spark your creativity so you can write. 

Blizzard

Boots

Candle

Carols

Cooking

Decorations

Eggnog

Eskimo kisses

Fireplace

First Christmas

Gingerbread

Gloves

Holiday traditions

Holly

Hot chocolate

Ice skating

Lights

Matching outfits 

Meeting the family 

Movies

Opening presents

Party

Reindeer

Road trip

Shopping on Christmas Eve

Singing in the choir 

Snow angels

Snowflakes

Sparkles

Surprise Visits

Train rides

Vermont

Wreath

Have any more to share so you or others can write something? Message us and we’ll add it to the list.

If you write anything holiday/winter-related, send us the link or use the submit button so we can feature it on the blog! 

[deceitfulcharmer]

[the day they met ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ]

[mxrcusflint]

Oliver happy-cries a lot, but then Marcus happy-cries from seeing Oliver happy-cry

Which means that when Marcus proposed, they wound up spending ten minutes just kneeling in front of each other crying themselves silly before Marcus could get the words out

[joyciebyers]

i don’t even know where to start

[bates--boy]

did you get to kiss the model?

Okay, so draining half a bottle of champagne was, in fact, a terrible idea. Peter was beyond "loosened up". He might no longer wanted to rip everyone's limbs away from their bodies, but feeling so giddy and giggly, unable to think straight, and having his already weak grasp on inhibitions made all the more weaker right when he needed it the most -- when there's someone whose bones he wanted to jumped? How was that any better?

And yet, being drunk probably saved him the embarrassment. One can't wax orgasmic and detailed wants if they're giggling too much and too focused on standing straight.

"God, Burak, can you hold Peter up please?!" Pierre called out in exasperation.

Burak, who already had an arm wrapped around Peter's waist, held the blushing man-bride close to him to make the swaying less obvious. If it weren't for the fact that Burak smelled really nice (who wore cologne to a photoshoot?) Peter would have envied the way Burak's handling his alcohol better than him.

Burak smiled awkwardly at him. "Yeah, I gave you too much to drink. Sorry about that."

Bastard. Glorious, beautiful bastard.

"Alright," Pierre raised the camera to his eye. "Now, give us a kiss so we can be done with this."

And so, with fake bridesmaids and fake groomsmen flanking the altar, and the fingers of their free hands intertwined (facing the camera, of course; have to have the matching Armani bracelets present in the magazine, after all!) eyes closed and breaths held (at least Peter's was) Peter and Burak kissed.

Chaste, light, unobtrusive and gentle. If Peter was a tad sober, he would have found the kiss... boring. Really, really boring, even for a photoshoot. But most of his blood was white and pink champagne at that moment, and the plumpness of Burak's lips was like a dream, and Peter had to remind himself to not plunge his tongue past said dream.

--

"Yes..."

[formosuscorvus]

//when you wake up and suddently get inspired to write saf stuff.

[spiderbarnes-blog]

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