It's not on a lake?!!

a/n: whoops, it’s a little late but this is more blurb length this time! I think this might be my favorite combination of songs from my Midnights Mashup but I’ll let you guys decide if you feel the same. 

Songs: X X Word Count: 1.7k Warnings: a little spicy but nothing explicit and a mention of infidelity

The sound of your heels on the wooden floor is the only noise that echoes in your empty apartment as you pace, glancing up at the clock and feeling your hope drain with every passing minute. You felt as if you had been waiting for hours and with one final look at the time, you decide that you had enough.

Thank you to the ever wonderful @antoineroussel for arranging the Winter Fic Exchange 2023 <3

I was given the lovely @senditcolton as my giftee - Colt and Cassie are back and they're bringing the tinsel!

Big thanks to @laurenairay for giving it a read through for me as I'm severely out of practice. I would also like to apologise to any native Greek or Italian speakers, as I am neither and I'm having to rely on good old Google, which I appreciate doesn't quite capture the nuances of the native language. This has also been very loosely proofread so if you see any typos, you didn't :)

Warnings: alcohol mention, proposal

Word count: 5.3k

If you're new to Colton and Cassie, you can check out the first installment of this series here

Cassandra Constantinou had gone home to New York for Christmas for as long as she had lived away from the city. Every year she would pack herself a small bag and brave the hustle and bustle of St Louis Lambert International to make the short plane journey home to Brooklyn. Even after meeting the love of her life in the form of a 6 foot 6, Canadian, golden retriever of a man named Colton, Cassie would still head home for Christmas and be back in St Louis for New Year. Colton didn’t mind, of course, as his schedule had always been less than favourable and he would never begrudge Cassie the opportunity to be with her family; but he would’ve been lying if he said that he’d never thought about what it would be like to wake up beside her on Christmas morning - although he supposed it would be like any other morning, except with added tinsel.

I would like a Crosby mustache ride.

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Nina hated mustaches so much. She hated them with the force of 100 red hot suns. Get a beard, a goatee, anything than just a fucking mustache was her thing.

PIT @ PHI | November 25, 2022