Author's Note: I found some awesome winter prompts and decided to do 31 days of Total Drama couples using those prompts. So look forward to more of these things with different couples! Characters are not mine.

01: Sweaters- Duncan and Gwen

"Duncan, come on! It's a family tradition!" Gwen whined.

"Not in my family sweets," her boyfriend of over three years replied. "We go through this every year. I'm not-"

"Wearing a Christmas sweater, I know. But can't you just grin and bear it right away instead of making me grovel every single year?" The twenty year old photographer interrupted. Her long blue and black hair was pulled back in a messy bun and pale skin was coated in water droplets from her recent shower. She got home late from her internship from "Esquire", an up and coming Avant Guard magazine, and was scrambling to get ready for her yearly family photo. It would be nice if Duncan chose to work with her instead of doing the exact opposite, but she was used to it by now. She even kind of liked his stubbornness, just not that day.

He smirked and shook his head. "Babe, making you grovel is the highlight of my year," he teased as he glanced away from the TV to her. Gwen realized she was only in a black bra and skinny jeans. Before Total Drama, she wasn't comfortable in her own skin. It took being humiliated on a daily, if not hourly basis for her to realize that she didn't care if she was too skinny or fat or whatever. She like how she looked and that was all that mattered. It helped that Duncan constantly reminded her how "smoking hot" she was.

Gwen crossed her arms, making her miniscule B cup look more like a C, drawing her boyfriend's gaze. She smirked and waltzed over. "Duncan, when my parents let me move out with you, you promised you wouldn't cause trouble between them and me. Now how could you break that promise when they're finally starting to like you?"

The punk rocker and music store owner just shrugged. "I never agreed to be a part of Christmas photos. That was your idea."

True, it was. When they moved out in the New Year to their own apartment, she wanted to integrate Duncan into her family life a little more, that way her parents wouldn't completely hate her for leaving home before they thought she was "ready". Frankly, she had been ready since she graduated high school. Yet she stayed home for the sake of her little brother. He needed somebody, and most days they were all they had. Duncan encouraged her relationship with her brother and even tried to be a part of the kid's life. He taught her brother how to play bass and earned the boy's seal of approval.

Gwen sat beside Duncan, placing her legs across his lap and leaned against the couch arm. His callused hand went to her knee and absentmindedly traced patterns atop it. While he might claim to be a badass, he was a romantic, to the point where it almost made her sick sometimes. Almost.

"Frankie will miss you," she pointed out.

Duncan ran a hand through his 'hawk and let out an exasperated sigh. "Not gonna work babe. You can't guilt me."

"Then you've forced me to use my ultimate weapon." Gwen closed her eyes and, upon opening them, put on her best puppy eyes. He might be able to resist guilt, but Duncan always caved with those big puppy dog eyes.

When he spotted them, her boyfriend groaned in defeat. "That is so not fair!" he whined.

She pulled her legs off his and let out a triumphant "ha!" When she came back, she had one absolutely hideous Christmas sweater in hand. Another was already on her, and while its itchiness was almost unbearable, she sucked it up, knowing she had won for the third year in a row. Her sweater was navy blue with obnoxiously large white snowflakes plastered over every square inch of the knitted material. Gwen's grandma knitted a new one every year, and she had Duncan's in hand.

The young man cursed under his breath with a pout and tossed off his white tank top, leaving him only in his dark wash jeans. While he wasn't the most muscular of men she'd ever seen (the models she photographed could be blamed for that) he was always the most attractive, and after her long day, she was really tempted just to take him back to their bedroom and lock the door for the rest of the night. Shaking that thought away, she tossed him the sweater and giggled as his nose scrunched up like a bunny's and he reluctantly put the monstrosity on.

Duncan stood up and glared at Gwen. "You so owe me."

His sweater was of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer with holly and mistletoe all over the neckline and sleeve cuffs. At least the rest of it was black; that was its only saving grace at this moment. Gwen couldn't smother her giggles any longer and outright laughed as he went over to her. When she got a hold of herself, she placed her arms around his waist and nuzzled against him, feeling the scratchy material of his sweater press against her cheek. Duncan sighed, placing his chin on the crown of her head as his arms mirrored hers.

"It could be worse, the nose could blink red," she pointed out, smothering her chuckles against his chest.

"Oh ha, ha, you're so funny Gwendolyn," he replied dryly. He only pulled out her full name when he really wanted to get a reaction from her, but she was too comfortable and warm to really care about his jabs. They didn't really bother each other anymore anyway. It was a game, how they expressed themselves, and their jokes were sometimes the things that kept them together.

Duncan pressed a kiss to her head and reluctantly pulled back. She looked up and their matching ear piercings winked back at each other. "Guess we should get this over with, huh?" he muttered.

"Don't worry hun, I'll make it up to you later," Gwen chuckled then took his hand, making sure to grab their keys on the way out.

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