#All those bows on a pretty present! More fun to unwrap. >;]

[graviconscientia]

I went to a Christmas party a few days ago. I didn't get the memo on the dress code, though. Better to be over-dressed than under-dressed, right? 🩵❤️

[natalchartnurtures]

Mars in Deep Waters

Note: This post might not give you anything new if you're at an intermediate or advanced level of being on the astrology wildride :p

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Water Mars, on a good day: "I enjoy feeling my vibes and trusting my gut. I conquer challenges and move through life this way—with my willpower rooted in my wisdom."

Why?- What comes to mind when you first encounter a Water Mars? That they're sensitive crybabies, only acting on their moody whims when they don't get what they want? Think again.

Yes, this energy is all that, but it's also much more.

Mars in this element, when realized in its higher octave, can prove to be quite an invigorating force to have on your team. It embodies both "the Buddha" AND "the Badass" in one package, best of both worlds, really. Water energy is all about those feelings, the intuition (think Peter Parker's tingling Spidey sense), the magic, the unseen, the depth… like the ocean, nurture, empathy, dreamy romanticism. Pretty things like that. It essentially serves as the bridge between the tangible and the intangible, you know? So, what happens when your Mars is swimming in this beautiful, mystical realm?

Mars, in this element, can express itself as motivation fueled by the desire to feel something. Maybe it's how having that car makes you feel, or perhaps how that relationship makes you feel so safe that you are driven to nurture and care for it. It could be anything, but it's not necessarily the THING you want; it's how it makes you FEEL that is highlighted with this Mars. Think Cancer Mars. Cancer's intuition combined with Martian energy would equip you to achieve anything you want, provided it makes you feel something, anything. This is where your power shines, and you truly embody emotional intelligence in the way you move your way to the top (whatever 'top' means for you).

It could also manifest as a desire to put in efforts and invest your willpower into causes you believe in, no matter where you are or how small or big what you want to do is. Mars here really enjoys feeling like it is a part of a larger whole. It could even be as simple as working in a company where you have a distinct role, and you're all working to set up this new product that could be of service to the greater population, speaking within the context of the corporate world. Or, on a more spiritual note, it could manifest as wanting to explore and seek the truth of life. You could fall anywhere on the spectrum if you've got a Pisces Mars; this is where the compassion of Piscean energy meets the drive of Mars to create literal FORCES of light that can overcome 'most anything.

Another way this energy could show up is wanting to discover and unwrap your personal power, kinda like you're a child unwrapping its present on Christmas. It could show up as wanting to get in touch with that quiet power brewing inside you, waiting to be discovered, only demanding you to look inward and bow to its intensity. Yes, I'm talking about Scorpio Mars. Of course, Mars here feels right at home because power is what it knows. It lives and breathes the language of this Scorpionic desire to meet its own potential no matter, even getting transformed in the process of attaining it. This is ambition at its greatest. And! how can we forget the oh... so magnetic energy of Mars here? This is because Scorpionic energy is great at commanding energy, and since Mars feels at home here, Scorpio bestows Mars with this raw attractive vibe you just can't deny. Not even the universe can resist giving them what they want, let alone us mere mortals.

So that was my take on the water mars energies :]

Ps. the Scorpio paragraph was so much fun to write, im not gonna lie. Probably cuz Pluto trines my Moon :p

[king-star]

hii! can you please make a natasha x reader fic where they both have been dating for a while and it's natasha's birthday and the reader surprises her with a brand new suit that she made herself and nat cries bc she never got a meaningful gift and the reader also surprises her with cake and more romantic gifts. you could make the reader tony's sister so it would make more sense that she's good at making suits but you don't have to!! thank you sm i need sum cute natty 😫

Birthday Suit

Warning: Use of the pet name Sunflower,

Match: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Genre: Fluff

A/N: So this one was fun. I hate my birthday but this actually was cute. I’m trying a new way of presenting the dialogue. aesthetically it looks better but I’m not sure how it reads. I've seen other authors do the dialogue on completely seperate lines so just lmk if this is good.

Word Count: ~2.5 k

Summary: It’s Natasha's birthday, and despite her acting like she hates it you shower her with love.

The smell of cooking cake fills the compound. Even from the workshop, where you are, the sweet scent permeates the air. You have been baking for long enough to know what that smell means, the cake is almost done.

You check the clock on the wall. 2:44. Nat would be home at 5.

“Shit. I need to get this done,”

You shake your head and set down your wire cutters. The list of everything you need to get done before she arrives rolls through your mind.

It was her birthday. She didn’t know her actual birthday so years ago she made one up. The chosen date was a closely guarded secret she only shared with those she trusted most. For the most part the assassin didn’t even celebrate. When you had asked a week prior what she wanted to do she had brushed you off claiming,

“I don’t really care. As long as I get to be with my love.”

She had kissed you, hoping the kiss would fog your mind from any further planning. Unfortunately for her you were a big schemer, always going as big as you could for your friend’s birthdays.

You walked out of the workshop, making one last longing look at her unfinished gift on your messy work table. No one was around today. The one Saturday everyone had off a month. Natasha had gone shopping with Wanda, a plan conncocted to give you plenty of time to get everything ready.

“Friday do you mind turing the oven off?”

you asked the A.I. as you headed down the hallway.

“Of course Agent Y/L/N,”

entering the kitchen you picked up a discarded list of everything that needed to be done. Two items were crossed off “Bake the cake, movie fort.” The unmarked items looked at you teasingly and you felt anxiety rise in your chest. What if you didn’t get everything done and this birthday made Natasha hate birthdays even more? You shook your head trying to chase off the thoughts and went to the oven.

“One perfectly baked chocolate cake coming up,”

grabbing an oven mitt you pulled the cake out of the oven and placed it on the counter. Carefully you coerced the cake from the pan and set it on the cooling rack.

Back when Wanda and you ventured into the baking realm you had begged Tony to put in a floor to ceiling blast chiller. The kind that was always on baking competitions. He reluctantly agreed, with the price of always having to give him a taste of your creations. The freezer was immensely helpful in tight circumstances. You were more than grateful for it now.

You set your cake into the freezer and went to the pantry to pull out all the ingredients you needed for icing. You poured the powdered sugar and placed the butter into the bowl. When you turned on the mixer a cloud of sugary powder exploded in the kitchen. You blinked and licked your lips. Bringing a hand up to wipe your face, you laughed hard. Sugar covered the entire counter and floor beneath you, not to mention your already grease stained clothes.

“Wow, is my little sibling doing coke in here? And without me!”

a snarky voice sounded from across the room. You opened your eyes and squinted at your older brother with a scrunched nose.

“Can it Tony,”

You growled, grabbing a towel and wiping yourself off the counter. Tony laughed at you and opened the freezer to look at what sweet treats awaited him tonight.

“A cake? Are we celebrating?”

He laughed and made a teasing face. You rolled your eyes and called out to Friday.

“Can you order me four containers of icing from the store to be delivered?”

“You got it!”

her chipper accented voice came over the audio. You threw the towel in the sink and landed a punch in Tony’s arm as you left to go change.

“You better not eat any of that cake until Nat has had at least one slice. I know where you keep those rare magic cards you think no one knows about and I will not hesitate to cut them all in half,”

He looked at you in shock. Whether it was because you knew about the secret stash or because you would dare cut them you weren’t sure. The only way to get Tony mad was to go for something he couldn’t replace with money.

“YOU WOULDN'T FUCKING DARE,”

You run away as he climbs out of his chair and chases after you. You run into your room and lay on the door to push back a Tony who was only a few steps behind you. When you finally force the door into the frame you turn the lock and fall to the floor laughing.

Angry mumbling came from the other side. Tony pounded on the door twice before, defeated. walking away. After catching your breath you pulled your sugar stained clothes off and changed into the outfit you’d set aside that morning.

“Y/N the man just arrived with the icing,”

Friday called out to your room and you nodded.

“Thank you Friday. Have him set the bags in the kitchen,”

Friday hummed in agreement. You stood up and looked in the mirror checking yourself out. When you were satisfied with the look you unlocked the door and turned to the right. You really needed to finish Natasha’s present. You wouldn’t even have time to test it properly. You really hoped the phrase “it’s the thought that counts,” was true. Her gift could be something that got you endless kisses or a real crash and burn.

Making it to the lab you set your hand on your head and groaned. You really hoped it worked. It was so pretty. You grabbed the wrapping paper and box and set it in with a kiss.

“Natty, I hope you like it,”

The gift finished the fort built, and cake baked, there was only one thing left to do, ice the damn cake. You could bake sure, but only Wanda ever mastered the art of making it look beautiful.

When you made it to the kitchen Tony was nowhere in sight and a plastic bag with what you assumed was icing was set on the counter. You pulled out a butter knife and dug in, hoping this looked somewhat edible. Wanda was the one who was skilled at decorating. You could make the elaborate pastry chef treats, but you could never handle the finer details of making it look pretty.

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You were in the workshop when Friday alerted you that Wanda and Natasha were home. A feeling similar to anxiety or excitement fluttered in your chest. This was the first time you’d celebrated her birthday with your girlfriend. You wanted her to like birthdays again. To feel as special and loved as you can pour out for her.

“Thank you Friday. Please tell them I’m in the workshop and will be heading to the game room shortly,”

You set down the gauntlet you’d been fixing while waiting for them and brushed off your outfit. Your eyes searched over the shirt for stains, and when you were satisfied you were clean you headed to your “party”.

Wanda was the first to come in. She threw her hands to her face and “oood” and “aweeed” over the spread you had out.

“Y/N your cake! it’s…. adorable,”

you punched her in the shoulder with a frown. She fell over laughing.

“I TRIED! and I’m sure it tastes amazing.”

you crossed your arms and pouted. She sat back up still laughing and patted your back.

“She’ll love it Y/N. Even if it had ‘fuck you Nat’ written on top she’d love it,”

you smiled at the complement and stopped pouting. You were explaining the technology behind Nat’s present when the woman of the hour finally walked in.

“What is all this? Are y’all having a party? and didn’t invite me,”

she sat down next to you intertwining your fingers with hers and kissing your shoulder. You smiled as the excitement anxiety mix returned.

“Actually…. it’s for you,”

You smiled and kissed her hands. She looked genuinely surprised. You really hoped the feeling was happy excitement.

“oh- Y/N y-you remembered? and you didn’t have to do any of this. I thought I told you i didn’t care to celebrate,”

you felt Wanda stand up to leave with a pat on your shoulder. You smiled up at her and turned back to Natasha.

“I know I know, but I wanted to do something special. You love me so well and work so hard all the time. You deserve a day that’s unapologetically about you,”

You knew if Natasha didn’t have such complete control of her emotions she would be crying. The agape mouth gave that away. You smiled and leaned forward pulling her into a deep, intimate kiss. Feeling her smile against your lips you pulled away and leaned your forehead against hers.

“I love you Natashka. I will do anything to make you feel like Queen of the world,”

with that she started crying. You frowned and wiped away the tears.

“I really hope those are happy tears,”

she nodded quickly and smiled, sniffling a little.

“Very very happy tears. happy ‘I don’t know what on Earth i did to deserve you’ tears,”

“It is I who does not deserve you. The Great Black Widow. I’m just here to make you smile, it’s my life goal,”

you bowed as much as you could sitting down. Placing a peck on her lips you turned back to the presents and pointed.

“Which one should we open first?”

she pondered and then picked up a small box. Nimble fingers unwrapped the box and pulled out a Ring. You had managed to get her size weeks earlier fitting one of your own on her finger when hanging out. She looked at the little silver band with a carved sunflower at the head. A smile bloomed across her face and she hugged you.

“Oh my goodness Y/N, it’s so pretty…,”

she slid it onto her fingers, finding the one it fit best and stared at it. You hugged her shoulder and kissed her cheek.

“Well, you are my sunflower. It’s just a reminder when we are away,”

Her eyes lit up at the nickname. It wasn’t as common for you to use it as baby or sweetheart, but sunflower had always been her favourite.

She looked at the other boxes realising they were also for her. You picked up the next box, a medium sized one and handed it to her. You were saving the biggest for last.

She was just in awe and set it down before unwrapping it. Her hands snaked around your waist and pulled you flush to her. Her soft lips pressed kisses to your jaw and she set her head on your shoulder.

“Thank you so much Y/N, I- no one has done something like this for me ever,”

She hugged you tight again and then let go picking back up the present. You nodded and kissed her head. Pushing some hair out of her face you stroked her hair softly. Her hands once again unwrapped the gift. She squeaked at the sight of the book underneath the paper.

Natasha never got to read much on her own accord growing up. The red room picked out books for her education but never anything she would actually enjoy. Long ago Natasha had told you the first book she read after getting out of the red room was Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and since then she adored the book. You had found, and paid for with Tony’s credit card, a first edition of the book. The auction was rough but you needed that book for Natasha.

Natasha stared at the book once, again jaw hanging open. She wiped her hands on her pants before handingly the book with utmost care. She flipped it over and ran her fingertips over the indented letters and gold illustration on the front.

“Y-you like it? I know you said you like Alice in Wonderland. It’s uh… actually a first edition copy. Tony was about ready to kill me when he saw me pay for the bid,”

You laughed nervously. She turned the book around again and then set it on the coffee table. She tackled you and pushed you back on the couch kissing all over your face. You yelped in surprise then grabbed her hips, catching her lips and kissing her roughly. She melted into the kiss but you pulled away.

“As much as I love this Natty, let’s open your last gift and eat some cake,”

You sat up and pulled her so she was in your lap. You placed a soft kiss to the back of her neck as she reached for the last gift. It was heavy but the assassin had no trouble lifting it.

“After that we can makeout in the fort I made. yeah?”

You wrapped your arms around her waist and pulled her close to you, rubbing circles on her thigh. She laughed and nodded, blushing profusely.

“I like that idea Y/N,”

She opened the box and pulled out the gift you put months of effort into. This time her reaction wasn’t as instantaneous. You helped her pull all the pieces out and set it on the coffee table. She looked at it slightly perplexed.

“I’m sorry… I’m not exactly sure what it is,”

She pouted and looked at you. You smiled and nodded knowing she wouldn’t. You set it out so she could see all the parts.

“Well… uh it’s a new suit. You always say that you don’t like how tight and revealing your other ones are so I kinda beefed this one up so it focuses on functionality,”

She nodded along as you explained. A look of understanding crossed her face as she pulled at the sleeves.

“ohhhhhhhh. That makes so much sense. I- Y/N what the fuck. I can’t express it enough. You are the best, you listened to me and used it to give me the best gifts i’ve ever gotten. You are the most thoughtful partner,”

You beamed. The feeling you knew she was struggling to express, it was exactly what you’d wanted her to feel. Loved, heard, appreciated, and cared for.

“I’m glad sunflower. That’s what I wanted. To make you feel as good as you deserve. D-do you mind if I tell you a bit about the features? I didn’t have time to test some of them so I will need to do that before you take it into combat,”

She nodded and slid off your lap to look at you. You patted her legs and squeezed then held at the sleeve first.

“Well of course it wouldn’t be a suit for the Black widow without gauntlets. These can change through three different modes for different levels and types of stuns also a laser if you need that for aiming,”

You flipped on the laser and pointed it at a pot then turned it back off.

“Also I made it so the suit can suction to your body but be limp to put it on. a lot easier to slip on ya know. And there is mobile but thick padding on all major points of contact for falling. Shoulders, hips, elbows, knees, the like.”

Natasha ran her hands over the surprisingly thin padding and smiled.

“Wow baby that’s… amazing,”

You nodded and picked up the bag attached to the back.

“And uh there’s a parachute built in as well as pockets up the legs, arms and boots so you don’t have to have the belts. They are sorta magnetic so you can like open them easily but when they are closed everything stays in. OH AND THE BOOTS,”

You started to ramble on about the energy absorbing boots you worked with Shuri on that would allow Nat to drop from double the height of a normal human with no damage to her knees or feet. Nat just stared at you hungirly.

“Hey baby, I seriously appreciate the gift. It’s honestly the best thing I've ever gotten. Why don’t we try it out tomorrow and you can show me EVERYTHING. For now we can… sit in the fort like you said,”

She had a cocky smile and you blushed at her antics. You nodded quickly, cutting off your rambling. Her hands found your waist and she pulled you off the couch and into the pillow fort you had built.

“I uh- got a movie for us to watch. Do you want to?”

She nodded and smiled. A look that very much meant “Yes. That's sweet, but I doubt we will be watching it.” You pulled her into your lap, setting your hands on her waist. She draped hers over your shoulders and rubbed light circles on the back of your neck. You leaned forward and trapped her lips in a kiss. Soft but full of passion.

The rest of that night was spent watching the movie and kissing. When you finally remembered the cake a slice had been taken out of it, with

“You were busy with Romanoff so I took what I was owed. The package has been moved, try getting me now little sibling.”

On a sticky note beside it. Natasha had laughed, unsure exactly what had happened but sure it was a story she would much enjoy hearing.

She had moaned over how good the cake was after laughing at how “Adorably” it was decorated.

“So Nat… did I make this birthday worth celebrating?”

She smiled wide and nodded.

“Yes Y/N, if every birthday was like this I would never want to stop celebrating.”

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[ratsoh-writes]

Prompt 3:

Suggestive :>

What do the main 10 like to see their S/O in for fun times?

Colors, textures, etc?

(Sorry if this has been done before)

Under the cut for a little spice ;)

Sans: he has a thing for pajamas. Especially the ones that are just some panties/boxers and an oversized shirt. Sans likes how when his SO raises their arms, he gets a fun show ;) color doesn’t matter

Papyrus: most clothes don’t really phase him. Like obviously he’ll always notice if his SO wears lingerie or something, but that’s about it. What papyrus does love is if his SO has really long hair and leaves it down for him to tug ;)))) if his SO is wearing the fancy undies though, he really likes seeing them in bright red of course

Star: tight clothes!!! Especially leggings. If they’re see through and Star can get a glimpse whenever his SO bends over, he’s pretty much jumping them. He also loves tights ;) he’s attracted to bright colors. Especially yellows and greens

Honey: he’s another not picky boy, but he does like lingerie that covers a little more. It leaves more to the imagination and makes him feel like he’s unwrapping a present ;) he likes darker and almost earthy colors like combat greens, brick reds, etc..

Red: thigh highs man. Or garters. Anything accentuating the legs and thighs. Bonus points for black leather

Edge: he LOVES lingerie that has those little bows where you pull them and it just falls off ;)). Edge loves ribbons. Bonus points if SO is wearing something pastel like a soft peachy or cream set

Mal: he wants his SO in nothing but a collar ;). Maybe spice it up with some rings too. Metallics all the way

Cash: he’s all about the honkers, so it won’t matter what his SO wears as long as they’re shirtless ;)).

Oak: same as sans, but extra points if it’s his tshirts SO is wearing. Oak likes it when they smell like him

Willow: he’s mostly the same as papyrus, but he prefers more neutral colors on his SO like beige or grays. A little secret is, if SO wears something of his, say some shorts or a shirt, and he sees it practically falling off them from how big it is, willow will be a bushing mess

[saphirered]

Hopefully, this is not too vague... I was wondering if you could do fluff with Molly; his nickname for the reader is 'princess'. (I have had a rough couple weeks, found out some bad news regarding my dad's health, and am just wanting a little pick-me-up. You are literally my favorite writer of the lavender tiefling trio.)

A load of fluff with some hinted spice coming right up. Sorry about your dad, sweetie and hope things take a more positive turn. Either way, I hope this is the pick-me-up you're looking for. 😘

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You’re no stranger to waking up alone but never does it stop you from reaching out to the spot next to you. When you’re not met with a soft groan or arms wrapping around you, pulling you close begging for another five minutes of peace you know your lavender tiefling has begun his day before you. Rolling over onto your back you stretch taking in a deep breath. Time to get ready for the day, maybe find some breakfast? Breakfast sounds nice.

Mollymauk walks down the beaten path, a skip in his step and a small bouquet of wild roses clasped in his hand. He’s been up and about for a good hour now and like the good carney he is he’s working on quite the show in his mind; a show that requires the aid of a pretty face, charming smile and honeyed words he alone cannot provide. No he needs assistance and if he plans on getting this assistance he better work for it. Okay, maybe it’s not his plan. Maybe this is all just the result of a major fuck up on his end but still, it will make for some good fun… if all goes well… and you agree… The fact he gets to pamper you is a huge bonus. It’s been a while since he’s gotten the chance to show you just how much you mean to him.

Could Molly just ask for your help? Of course he could. And would you agree to join him on this endeavour? How could you refuse that devilishly handsome man? But where’s the fun in that. Let’s keep things interesting. Raise the stakes a little bit and see where his charm will get him. Or perhaps more, see how long it takes you to catch on tp the mess he made and pray to the Moonweaver you’ll be merciful. A test of his charm perhaps? Whatever excuse best justifies his actions and desires to spoil you rotten.

Stretching your arms with one final yawn you leave your tent. It’s too early to be up but you best keep an eye on your tiefling before he gets himself thrown into jail and you have to break him out… again. Wandering the camp the other members of the Fletching and Moondrop Carnival of Curiosities are waking up and going about their morning business at their own paces. You search for Molly but when you don’t find him you take to the road, following it towards the town. If he’s caused any trouble there you’d find out soon enough.

A lovely melody reaches Molly’s ears. He knows exactly who it belongs to and hears you before he sees you. All he needs to do is follow your song. Curving over the elevation of the path he spots you, lost in thought. Smile on his face he approaches you, flowers behind his back, and joins in whistling along to the melody. The way your eyes light up at the realisation of his presence are enough to make his heart melt knowing that one creature could look upon him with such unconditional love.

“Good morning, your royal highness.” Mollymauk takes a bow befitting of greeting royalty if not a little exaggerated and offers you the flowers. While he tries to keep his gaze on the ground you catch him peaking for your response as you take the flowers from his grasp breathing in their scent.

“Good morning to you too. And thank you, I should say? What’s the occasion?” You ask, not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth but you can’t help feel a little suspicious at Molly’s very deliberate theatrics.

“Can a most loyal servant not present his beloved princess with flowers?” Molly rises and you get the slightest flash of fang from the smile he offers you.

“You know I am never one to deny your gifts and gestures of affection. What I’m referring to are your apparent needs for theatrics.” You speak with eloquence feeling yourself slipping into the same act he’s putting on. Dammit Mollymauk, for playing into your actor side and letting you slip up into the role he’s setting you up for. You know damn well he’s aware of what he’s doing.

“I am merely your humble servant. A humble servant with impeccable manners.” You snort as Molly offers you his arm. You lace yours through his and he begins leading you back the way you came.

“Impeccable manners you say? Because I recall not but two nights ago copious amounts of drinks, illegal gambling and theft were involved. And let’s not even mention the… desecration of the fountain within the gaze of the Platinum Dragon’s statue.”

“You say that as if those of noble birth do not partake in such activities, princess.” Molly counters. Touché. As you’re about to take a step to the right fork of the road Molly gently pulls you into the left direction instead. Confused you give him another suspicious look but he hushes you leading you down the path.

You find yourself retreating within your thoughts trying to pinpoint whatever shenanigans Molly is up to, planning or has been up to and why the need to be secretive instead of just telling you. Molly couldn’t hope for a better moment for you to stop your interrogation for he fears any more prodding around for answers and he will spill the beans and come clean. He can’t hide a single thing from you when you’re determined and he knows it.

The path slowly turns from trodden earth to more fine sand until it fades into the beach. The sound of waves and a seagull or two make for a pleasant setting. You see just far enough away from the shoreline as to not become victim to the tides, is a basket set on top of a blanket. Molly leads you over, guides you to sit upon the blanket gracefully before plopping down himself with much less show. Within the basket you spot several packed goods. Molly takes a few out and sets them down upon the blanket, unwrapping them as he goes. Some bread, a selection of fine jams, some cheese and delicious sugary sweet pastries.

“Okay, time to drop the act. While I appreciate all this, what did you do and how bad is it?” Molly takes out a bottle of what looks like expensive champagne along with two glasses and pours them, handing one to you.

“What makes you say that?” Molly takes a sip playing it cool and innocent.

“The top shelf bottle of champagne that is very much above our collective pay grades. Where did you even get this?” You take a sip. It’s not bad but not the greatest you’ve ever had either. A weird taste that can only be suitable for some upscale party or the nobility passes out to their guests to impress them simply because of the associated name and or price tag. What can you say? Rich people.

Molly hesitates but drops the innocent act. Best he comes clean now. You’ve caught on fully. Game over. But that definitely doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy this delicious breakfast with him, can you? Mollymauk takes a slice of the fresh bread, adding a nice layer of strawberry jam and takes a bite. At least the expensive jam was worth the money. Then again, it wasn’t his money that paid for it. Doesn’t mean it wasn’t money well spent.

“Now, I need you to promise me one thing first, love. Promise me you’ll let me tell you the whole thing before you judge my poor decision making.”

“I can do that.” You lean back and relax taking one of the pastries and taking a bite. Bearclaws with cinnamon? Delicious. Let’s hope for Molly’s sake it will keep your judgement somewhat at bay.

“When we were doing our usual rounds and you were off on your own I may or may not have let it slip to someone who happens to be part of the local nobility, several someones to be more precise, that you may or may not be a princess in hiding. And I may or may not have played a little bit too deeply into the story…”

“Okay, that’s not actually that bad?” Just wait for the second part. It gets worse. On second thought. He may be regretting telling you and not just convincing you to hide away for the next few days in town until you’re back on the road.

“And these poor suckers may have fact checked it finding some evidence of a princess from another continent who supposedly is traveling in disguise. They came to see the show and I want you to remember they left a most generous donation along with an invitation for you to attend a ball held in your honour.” Molly awaits your response as you stop mid bite.

“So they left an invitation for a princess? What about it? Just don’t show up and done.”

“That would work if the local lord did not gently hinted at exposing said princess and sending the guards to return them to their family as they ran away and the good favour of either side of that royal family should greatly benefit this town. I’m sorry, princess but your presence has been demanded.”

Okay… This is bad. You do not feel like being hunted by the guards and it’s not like you can make an inconspicuous escape now people might look at you as royalty. You set down the pastry clasp your hands together closing your eyes. You inhale and exhale deeply as Molly briefly fears for his life.

“You… really need to learn to hold that tongue of yours, Molly. It’s getting you in all sorts of trouble.” He bites back a comment about using that tongue of his for plenty of other good things. He’s having trouble reading where you stand on this all and doesn’t know wether you’re upset with him or disappointed or if he has to be the one running for his life soon.

“Let’s talk to Orna and get some appropriate dress for the occasion ready and wearable even if that means she’ll have to sew us into our garments.” You sigh.

“Us?” He questions and he does not like the mischievous look on your face. Whatever you’re plotting, he hopes you have mercy on his soul.

“Oh, I will not be attending on my own. No, a princess does not go anywhere without their loyal servant. A princess needs their escort to attend to their every whim.” You hold your chin high as you move to sitting on your knees pushing your palm flush against his chest exercising a little pressure to push him to lean back onto his elbows.

“Every whim you say?” Molly asks with a devilish grin as you swing one leg over him gently keeping him in place with your body and wrapping your arms around his neck playing with the short hairs at the back of his neck. Maybe the turnout isn’t so bad.

“‘Every whim you say, princess’.” You correct mimicking his grin and leaning in closer. Molly goes to close the distance but you raise your index finger to his chin. “Ah-ah.”

“May I not kiss you now, ‘princess’?” He mocks and you give him a stern look.

“It’s unbecoming of a mere servant to make such a bold move.” You pull on his hair when Molly tries to land a kiss on your cheek rather enjoying the turn of events this morning.

“Yet you appear to be the one in full control.”

“He knows his place. Good boy.” You praise with a pat to his cheek and you guide his face to yours, your lips meeting in a deep kiss, the food forgotten. Molly’s hands dance over from your hips to your lower back pulling you closer to him. You earn an unsatisfied grumble when you pull away a moment too soon.

“Must you torture me so with your touch, princess?” Molly laughs fully aware what direction this is going, raising a hand to caress your cheek fondly.

“Will you finally learn how to behave?” You trace the peacock feathers curving up the side of his neck and jaw. You don’t get a verbal reply but instead Molly’s lips find their way to your neck leaving a trail of kisses and little bites as he goes enough to make you giggle and squeal in surprise whenever he finds just the right spot, taking your mind far away from the details of the fuck up that lead you here in the first place. Not that you mind anymore. If this is the treatment you get for being dragged into one of Mollymauk’s lies gone south you’ll gladly take it a thousand times over.

[ptergwen]

the best gifts are unexpected

w/c: 1.6k

summary: you sort of end up with two secret santa’s this year

a/n: this is another random idea i had that i actually really love? plus it’s a christmas one and christmas is this week which is insane wow :/ happy reading y’all

━━━ ☆彡*. ｡

“ok, who wants to go first?” betty asks the group and shakes her present around.

everyone agreed to do secret santa at your mini christmas party. it was ned’s idea, which is why you’re all in a circle on his living room carpet with mystery boxes in front of you. you picked names out of a beanie mj was wearing so it would be fair. all you know is that you’re peter’s secret santa. the rest surprisingly stayed secret.

it’s a surprise because some people in the group are terrible at keeping things to themselves.

flash holds his gift bag up in the air before anyone else can answer. “me!” he quickly pulls the wrapped box out and starts ripping the paper off. betty watches on with a proud smile. she tries to cover her mouth, but you already saw. that crosses one pairing off the list. flash gasps when he sees what it is.

she got him a spider-man pop figure. it’s one of his newest suits, too. peter will definitely be blushing if you look over at him right now.

“this is so sick! he’s gonna go under my pillow.” flash grins and taps the clear spot that shows him. “why, so you can say you slept with spider-man?” mj snorts at her own joke. she’s next to you, so you elbow her side. she winces and shoots you a glare. peter smiles to himself.

“no, so he can keep me safe at night,” flash says a little too seriously. the circle goes quiet for long enough to be awkward. he puts the box behind him with an eye roll. “whatever. who had me?” betty raises her hand, beaming at her success. flash nods. “nice. thanks.” “you’re very welcome,” she says in a sing song voice.

you can feel someone’s eyes on you. you turn your head, and it happens to be peter’s. he shifts his attention back to ned the second you make eye contact. that’s odd. then again, peter is always odd.

next is ned since you’re going in order. he’s excited to open up the cardboard box until he realizes there’s nothing in it. his face scrunches in confusion. he ends up picks something up and squinting at it.

“it’s a... piece of paper?” he eyes everyone suspiciously. “turn it over, buddy,” mj says under her breath. ned hears her and does. grinning, he holds the paper to his heart. “no way! this is, like, all i ever need!” “what is it?” you furrow your eyebrows with a small smile.

“a subscription to disney plus!” you direct your smile to mj. you’re impressed. she shrugs and pulls a knee up to her chest. “dude, they have so much star wars stuff on there,” peter chimes in. ned gives his best friend a knowing look. “can you sleep over?” “nerds,” mj mumbles to you. “let them have their moment,” you defend.

betty goes after ned. she’s probably the happiest of all of you to open her gift. she texted everyone her wishlist at least three times, so it has to be something good. based on the way she squeals, it is. it’s this new eyeshadow palette from sephora she’s been wanting.

“oh my god, shut up! i love it!” she carefully puts it down and bounces up on her knees. “whoever got me this, i have to give you a hug.” peter is the one who opens up his arms. she scoots over to him on her knees, practically tackling him. he chuckles and hugs her back. “thank you so much, peter!” “of course.”

you try to laugh along with everyone else, but something stops you. it’s a green monster, and not the grinch. you’re jealous. mj just has to pick up on it. she pats your back, a smirk pulling at her lips. “relax, mrs. parker. it’s nothing.” scowling, you scoot away from her. “don’t call me that.”

“your turn, y/n,” betty chirps, sitting back down next to you. you unenthusiastically sit your heavy present in your lap. everyone watches you slowly peel the wrapping paper off, mj fake yawning. “take your time,” flash comments. “guys, come on,” peter says for you.

you perk up when your gift is finally open. you’d always thought it would be cool to have a record player. no one ever got you one before because you “didn’t need it.” apparently, the music sounds the same as it would in your earbuds. you can actually find out if that’s true now.

plus, you have something else to do during break. lots of record shopping.

“wait, seriously?” you pout at the group and set the record player down in front of you. “i’ve wanted one of these for so long. thank you.” “i got you.” ned smiles and reaches over betty to give you a fist bump. mj goes next.

she gets a book that goes inside the criminal mind from flash. he says his search history probably got him on a few watchlists.

peter is last to open his present from you. you’ve been anxious for him to open it since you added it to your cart. anxious in a good way because you’re positive he’ll like it. he’ll hopefully like you also.

he already knows you’re his secret santa since the rest of the group went. mj scoots back so you can see him while he opens it. you catch a wink from her. peter grins at the bow you put on it and sticks it on his shirt for now. you watch his whole face light up as he finishes unwrapping it.

he’s kind of amazing at photography. he takes it as an elective and practices whenever he has time. you’ve even done little photoshoots on his phone for fun. midtown lets him use a camera with pretty good quality and all the important functions. but, peter’s style is more vintage.

that’s why you got him a polaroid camera. some film for it, too.

“woah, y/n.” peter looks from the box to you. “this is so awesome. it’s a lot cooler than anything i have,” he breathes out a laugh, licking his lips. “i think it’s... my favorite present.” “ever?” you laugh. “ever,” he confirms, reaching for your hand. your heart is thumping in your ears. he squeezes your hand in his. it earns an “aw” from ned and betty in unison.

“thank you isn’t even enough. you have no idea,” peter says for only you to hear. you squeeze his hand back with a small smile. “yes it is. take some good pictures for me.” “i will,” he agrees after a few seconds. something is on his mind. mj moves up again before you can ask what it is, which also makes you drop his hand.

“dessert time,” she announces and rubs her hands together. she’s oblivious to the look of disappointment on your face. flash points at her. “someone get those sugar cookies.” “i’ll go,” ned volunteers, about to stand. peter shoots up from his spot instead. “no, i can do it. you pick a movie to watch later.”

he nudges your shoulder. “y/n, could you help me?” ned makes a face at him. “you know, we need plates and everything,” peter quickly covers up. it’s a good enough explanation for him to focus on logging into disney plus. you take the hint and get to your feet. “yeah, let’s go.”

you follow peter into the kitchen, everyone else giving ned movie suggestions. peter checks behind him to make sure no one is looking. he relaxes after that and leans back against the counter. you stand next to him, closer than usual. he’s not mad about that.

“i feel like we’ve barely talked all night,” peter murmurs and stares down at his feet. you press your lips together. “that’s cuz we haven’t.” “let’s fix that.” he taps your foot with his playfully, getting a laugh out of you. “hey.” “hi,” you say back. “thanks again for the camera. i can’t wait to set it up.” the smile is clear in his voice.

“i’m really happy you like it. i thought you would,” you admit, leaning into him slightly. he welcomes it. “i, uh, actually got a little something for you,” he starts and reaches behind him. your heart is beating out of control again. so is his, but you don’t know that. “aw, peter. you did?”

“it’s... it’s kinda stupid. i’m not sure you even want it-“ “i’ll take anything if it’s from you,” you cut off the rambling he’s about to do. he nods and pulls whatever it is out of his pocket. it goes from behind his back to over your heads. you look up and see mistletoe.

peter moves so he’s in front of you. his face is only inches from yours now, your eyes landing on his lips. he takes the same hand he was holding earlier, lacing your fingers together. “can i kiss you?” he checks, his voice soft. you wind an arm around his neck. “please.”

he presses his lips to yours so lightly, your eyes fluttering shut. it’s so sweet and so long overdue. you tug him closer so the kiss deepens. leaning his head forward, he drops the mistletoe and wraps his other arm around your waist. you’re back against the counter with him hovering over you.

your lips move easily against each other’s like it’s natural for you.

“peter and y/n, what’s taking so-“ mj turns her head and sees you two kissing. “oh, okay!” she cheers, betty glancing curiously. “get it, y/n!” ned and flash join in next. they all holler at you while you kiss. it becomes too funny, and you have to pull away so you can both laugh.

giggling, you bring one of your hands down to the bow peter left on his shirt. you pull on it. “i think you’re my favorite present.” “ever?” he repeats what you said earlier and nudges your nose. his lips brush yours in the process. “ever.”

[pockyxx]

“ christmas day ”

iwaizumi x fem! reader

genre: domestic fluff. (dad! iwa, uncle issei + uncle takahiro, mentions of uncle toru)

the sun poured into your bedroom, comfy blankets draped over you and your husband’s intertwined bodies. it was christmas morning and you knew that you children would come storming in any moment.

as expected, tiny foot steps pattered along the hardwood floors. you smiled to yourself pretending to still be asleep while you felt the weight of the bed shift just the tiniest bit.

“mommy wake up it’s christmas!” your youngest, misa shook you lightly as you acted as if you just woke up.

“what really it is?” you shook your husband, “hajime did you know it was christmas?!” your daughter giggled as hajime woke up himself.

he rubbed his tired eyes before getting a look at his two girls. he gave an equally shocked expression, causing more light hearted giggles to erupt from misa.

“does hiroki know?” he asked, groggy morning voice sounding in the quiet room. this caused a laugh to come from the hallway. peeking head through the door frame, hiroki your oldest child tried to over his mouth with his hands.

hiroki looked more like iwaizumi than you, in face the spitting image of him when he was young. he was two years older than misa who was 4.

“i tried to tell misa not to wake you but she didn’t listen.” he inched closer to the bed. hajime laughed, gesturing him to come to the bed along with misa.

as both your kids sat in between both of you, hajime jumped up, tickiling their bellies and roaring like godzilla.

from the squeals and giggles from your children, you couldn’t help but close your eyes and enjoy the sound of their voices.

you pulled misa closer to you, “hey bug did santa come?” her eyes widened with a child like glee before she grabbed her brothers arm, dragging him out while exclaiming ‘we need to see if he ate our cookies!’

hajime looked over at you with a wide smile, pressing a long passionate kiss onto your lips. as he pulled back he’d transferred his smile onto you.

“let’s go, the kids are waiting.” you both got up, the morning routine had been put aside for the day. hajime looked just excited as your kids, scrambling to get his cellphone ready for pictures.

both of you walked down the hall walking in on misa and hiroki gasping at the missing cookies and half drunk mug of milk.

misa ran up to hajime, pulling on the brim of his sweater, “daddy, daddy santa ate our cookies!” she gave a toothy smile.

“and he drank our milk!” hiroki added, running over to you. you beamed down at the two children who eagerly rushed to their presents under the tree.

“alright bug.” hajime looked at misa, then to hiroki, “bubs, which gifts do you guys want to open first?” he let the kids scan over the gifts, both picking out ones with similar wrapping.

“good choice,” you sat down at the couch, “those are both from uncle toru, he sent them from argentina.” it was clear by her expression misa was thinking, ‘where’s argentina?’

nonetheless both of your precious children began unwrapping and tearing at the boxes. misa shot up at her gift, holding it up in praise.

“look what uncle toru got me!” she waved up a small white puppy stuffed animal with a small purple colour and a brown spot in the shape of a heart.

she hugged it with all her might while hiroki pulled out his own gift, his eyes wide in marvel.

“uncle toru got me a dinosaur kit!” both kids were equally energetic and it was only the first present. hajime smiled as he video tapped, asking “alright what do we say to uncle toru?”

both chimed in with thank yous as hajime stopped recording and sent the video to his friend.

the morning was filled with opening presents and slowly sipping coffee as the children had already started playing with their toys and trinkets.

hajime sat next to you in the living room as misa played pretend with her new puppy and hiroki was trying to set the new volleyball given to him that year. your husband nudged you a little, slipping his hand in yours and bringing it up for a kiss.

“merry christmas darling.” he winked at you as you laughed, looking at the time, getting up to put the christmas turkey into the over. in the kitchen you could hear the hushed voices of your kids along with their father.

you walked back into the room to see what they were up to and all of them straightened their backs, hiroki and misa holding something behind their backs.

“go on give mommy her gift.” hajime placed his hand on hiroki’s back and he stepped forward, pulling out a box.

“oh, i made a card too mommy!” the card in question was mostly just a picture that misa drew herself of your small family. of course there was hajime, standing tall with exaggerated spiked hair, with you right next to him, a small heart connecting both of you. then misa had drawn both herself and her brother holding ice cream cones, why? who knew but it was adorable.

“thank you so much babies! should i open the gift now?” both kids nodded vigorously as you shot a cheeky look to hajime. you sat down on the couch, hiroki wiggling in on your left and misa to your right.

“hm, i wonder what it could be...” you played along, slowly unraveling the ribbon keeping the box together. gasping when you saw it, you looked up at your family. “this is so pretty.”

“the kids helped me pick it out.” hajime rubbed the back of his neck as you picked up the small bracelet, “will you help me put it on?”

misa quickly ran over to your aid and snapped on the bracelet. you pecked her cheek and pulled hiroki in as well and planted a kiss on his cheek, to which he crinkled his nouse. “you too.” you smiled up at your husband who leaned down and kissed you.

both you children gagged slightly in a joking manner while you and hajime laughed at their expressions. you looked at the time.

“now you two need to go clean your room and get dressed— uncle issei and uncle takahiro are coming over for dinner.”

—

“alright, room check bug!” hajime called out before entering his daughters room. he held his fingers to his chin like he was deep in thought.

“hmm... nice work bug.” he swooped down rubbed her head causing her to jump.

“daddy your gonna ruin my hair!” she pouted, hajime took her up into his arms and laughed,

“you really are you mother’s daughter. let’s go see if your brother did just a good of a job.” he walked with misa in his grasp as he pushed open hiroki’s door.

the boy sat in front of his mirror, trying to properly button up his dress shirt. hajime placed misa down, telling her to go help you set the table.

“dad can you help me?” he frowned, flapping his arms down after failing to fix his shirt. hajime chuckeled, kneeling down.

“‘course bubs.” he smiled, carefully realigning the buttons so hiroki’s shirt would be even. hajime put his hands on his son’s shoulders, smiling profusely before giving him the same pat on the head that he gave his daughter.

the doorbell rang and hiroki’s head shot up, “uncle issei and uncle hiro are here!” he rushed out of his room and to the door.

hajime wasn’t too far behind as he met you and the children at the door. you fixed a clip in misa’s hair before opening the door.

mattsun and makki stood at the door, carrying gifts for the children and wine for the adults.

“for you two.” mattsun bent down and passed the two same size boxes as makki leaned forward, a nice bottle of wine, “and for the mr and mrs.” he handed you the bottle as the two stepped in and stood off both their coats and winter boots.

“how are the two of you?” mattsun asked, hands on his hips, watching the children shake the gifts trying to figure out what was inside.

“we’re doing good, come come, dinners already ready.” you guestured bringing everyone to the dinning table where the meal was spread out like you said.

“hope the drive up wasn’t too bad.” hajime mentioned, sitting down across from his high school friends. they shook their head.

misa ran to mattsun’s side, hiroki not too far behind, “can we open the gifts now?!” they were too hyper. mattsun looked at you two for approval and you nodded.

“go ‘head.” he smiled as the adults resumed their chit chat. hajime shook his head slightly as he saw his kids rip more wrapping paper from the corner of his eyes.

“you guys really didn’t have to, it’s bad enough oikawa spoils them all the way overseas.” they all laugh at the comment.

“mommy look we got remote control cars!” misa showed you, holding a red racer while hiroki held a blue one.

“don’t forget to say thank you.” hajime reminded them as they scurried to their uncles, bowing in thanks. it was almost like hajime could read their minds as he continued, “you two can race them after dinner.”

both pouted but listened to their dad nonetheless and silently the food was passed around. a quick ‘thank you for the food’ and everyone had dug in. it was a saying that the food was tasty is no one talked over the meal.

in this case, it was true. a few snickering comments and ‘hiroki use your napkin’ later everyone was stuffed.

“y/n the food was was..” hanamaki mimicked a chefs kiss before falling back in the chair. issei agreed, pouring himself another glass of wine.

you shook your head, thanking them for them for the compliment while misa tugged on hajime’s sleeve.

“daddy, can me ‘n hiroki race our cars now?” he nodded, “of course bug, just make sure not to break anything.” and like that they rushed off to give the toys a whirl.

mattsun and makki talked about how their jobs where going or in makki’s case, how the job search was going. bringing up how much the kids had grown since the last time they saw them, despite it not being that long. you laughed as they retold embarrassing stories from highschool. overall, the night was fun.

by 10:30 both misa and hiroki had gotten a bit bored of racing, finding their way back to the dinner table.

misa sat in hajime’s lap, tiredly flipping through pages of ‘volleyball monthly’ but mostly to just observe the picutres since she’d only just started learning to read.

“hey isn’t that uncle toru?” she asked, pointing to a picture, everyone laughed and nodded as hajime explained how he was playing for argentina and how they’d made it past the qualifiers for the olympics.

misa woke up slightly, “daddy will you teach me to play volleyball too?” it was in that moment that you could swear you saw tears in hajime’s eyes as he nodded in agreement.

his friends all smiled, seeing how truly soft iwaizumi had become. they’d always known him as a rough-around-the-edges sorta guy, who was a strict vice captain. now, he was just a strict coach but he was also a family man. they mentally applauded his duality.

the conversation slowly began to die down, hiroki had started to read a book he got, dismissing himself for bed while misa had managed to fall asleep on hajime’s lap.

“do you want me to take her up?” you offered but your husband shook his head, carefully getting up and carrying misa to her room.

“iwaizumi is a good dad.” matsukawa stated, leaning forward in his chair with a smile. you agreed, telling them all about it.

“i’m not surprised he’s managed to get them both into volleyball.” takahiro laughed as well.

“yup, hiroki just started volleyball lessons and misa’s still a bit too young but i’m sure hajime will keep that promise and teach her when she’s old enough.” you placed one hand over your other, feeling the wedding ring you adorned. “he really is a great father, just something else.”

while up in misa’s room, hajime has placed the 4 year old under the covers, placing her head gently on her pillow. he smiled, cautiously taking out her hair pins, scared they were going to hurt her if she turned over.

she had subconsciously grabbed ahold of the stuffed animal oikawa had gotten her and he smiled. hajime placed a kiss on her forehead, “‘night bug.” he whispered, too quiet to wake her as he turned on her nightlight and left the room.

his next stop was hiroki’s room, and not surprisingly he was already in his pajamas, under the covers. with his book in hand, he smiled when he saw his dad.

hajime sat on his bed, peeing at the book. “how’s the reading coming bubs?” he asked while hiroki yawned slightly.”

“it’s good dad, they’re about to go on a quest to stop the demon king.” he laid his head down on the pillow. hajime laughed, “i’m glad you’re enjoying it but it’s bed time now.”

hiroki nodded, placing his book mark where he left off, sliding it onto his nightstand. hajime couldn’t stop smiling.

“goodnight bubs, sleep tight.” he chuckeled, placing a kiss onto hiroki’s forehead, the boy’s eyes fluttering shut.

“goodnight dad, say goodnight to mommy too.” he turned on his side.

“will do.” he nodded, turning off the lights and making his way back to the dinning table.

once issei and takahiro had taken their leave, wishing them all the best you and your husband could finally unwind.

hajime’s kissed your shoulder playfully, smiling into you skin as you changed into pyjamas. you turned around, hugging him with all the energy that was left in you.

“your so good to us.” he said into you ear and you laughed.

“speak for yourself, haji.” you kissed him again, “you’re an exceptional dad.” he blushed at the comment, tugging you to bed and under the cover.

you found yourself in your usual spot, head on hajime’s chest with his large arms stayed snaked around you.

kissed were thrown back and forth, small conversation about how you two would need to burn off all the food that you ate today.

hajime lookedbdown and thought you were sleeping, pressing a kiss to your temple, you let out a small confession. “i don’t know what i’d do without you.”

you peaked your eyes open and his cheeks reddened realizing that you heard him.

“i don’t know either but i’m glad we have each other.” you laughed, pressing your ear to his heart beat.

“yeah, y/n, i love you so much.” he kissed you before slowly closing his eyes.

“i love you too.” and like that you two fell asleep together after celebrating another christmas with your beautiful children.

[sparetimeimagines]

So I don’t know if anyone has requested this or not but I would love a yandere light x shy virgin Christian reader nsfw oneshot ? if you don’t feel comfortable with writing religion with  Christianity that’s okay can make a her a Kira worshipper instead ? that’s all have a good day :)

More | Light Yagami

tags; yandere, virgin!reader, smut, angst, fear, noncon

Masterlist

“Darling, where did you run off to?” His voice echos along the apartment, red lights confusing your eyes with total darkness.

A lost transaction, no one knew where you were.

But he did.

Pictures of you littered the lot. Hair up, hair down. Church dress, sports shorts with the sewer in bloomers. He had a variety to be smitten over.

Your heart beats wildly against your chest, the new reality setting in.

“Where am I? Who brought me here?” You whisper amongst yourself, the dark furniture placed strategically as a decoy, an object to get in your way.

“There you are.” The hands grab you from behind, tossing you on the ground.

Kicking and screaming, he’s avoiding that with his waist on your legs. You push away at him, scratching his arms as he laughs.

“Scream all you want, my Dear, this place is sound proof.”

Sound proof. Sound. Proof. He’s not even trying to silence you.

“Finally. Lovely voice by the way. Honest. Those years in the choir, fantastic.” He claps his hands together. “But now, let’s get acquainted shall we? I’m Kira, and you’re my Darling.”

Your lips begin moving silently with your eyes shut, a prayer.

“Pray to your God. Your God, ha! I am your God! You worship me now.” His face runs along your hair, pulling each lock into his face with a deep inhale. He shudders taking you in. “Talk to me, Precious, don’t be shy.” He smirks watching you from under his body. Wrists pinned with his palms, he soaks in the fear from your eyes.

Your eyes shoot open realizing he hasn’t stopped watching you.

“You’re a pretty one, aren’t you?” He pats your hair down, his hands slowly moving along your body, the lumps and curves on you, he takes his time.

“So firm. Yet so soft.” He grasps each mound, his fingers massaging them out of curiosity.

A quiet mule, is it fear or arousal, slips from your mouth.

The ends of his curl up, reaching for your nipple but stops. Instead, he looks into your eyes, the red hue casted by the light heightening his senses but dimming yours.

“So sweet. Watching me... you want me to touch you, don’t you?”

His perfectly straight teeth glow with the light. His fingers travel south to your navel, he lifting the soft cotton fabric of your dress over your hips, falling just below your ribs.

“Your skin... it’s so soft... and this fear in your eyes, you’re ravishing.”

He inhales deeply, the fear making him hard through his slacks. He pets your arms, smooth skin connecting at your core as you’re paralyzed in fear.

He kisses your stomach, fluttering around your pure coat without a scar in place.

“Hmmmph. Oh my. My my my. What do we have here?” He purrs in delight, letting his finger hover over you. His fingers traced your structure, when finally he comes in contact with a soft pink bow attached to your panty line.

“You’re drenched, Dear. Practically soaking yourself and I haven’t even touched you yet.” His head dips to your clothed core, taking in your smell, your scent. “I’m salivating.”

His eyes watch yours, he watching how they grow in fear as he admires your body.

“Sweet church girls, you’re always so fun. With your pretty dresses and pure pink panties... the littlest things excite you.”

The wet spot on your slit slowly grows and he smirks. He actually smirks.

A hard swallow and he’s sitting up between your legs.

“Nobody’s touched you before have they?” He inhales your scent, tracing your legs down to your feet, with his lips trailing your ankle.

“So pure, sweet perfection, you’re exactly what I wanted.”

Your ankle in his lips, he gets the perfect few of your drenched, untouched kitty.

A deep inhale through his teeth, he recovers your face, his lips trailing your cheek, when he finally reaches your lips. He bites your lips, piercing you for your blood.

You finally let out a cry, peaking his arousal. His attention is stolen.

“Talk to me.” He moans, the touch of blood on his finger tip, smearing down your chin.

“Stop touching me.” You hiss with a stutter, an unusual combination merely heightening his senses.

“You’re just so cute.” He hums kissing you. “I don’t think I will ever stop.”

He pulls a knife from his pocket. “I want more.” He dissects your dress, the straps peeling off your shoulders. “More.” The less clothing supporting your innocence, the larger his smile, smirk, snarl grows across his lips.

“Intoxicating.” He smells your clothing, returning to your breast, those nipples he avoided earlier - he wants them between his teeth. He bares down with the sensitive bud pinching, a cry signaling him like the beast’s call. “Yes. More.” He takes your breast into his mouth whole, his needy fingers scavenging other noises, excited to discover new traits of you.

Your hand collides with his face stunning him to a halt.

“Did... did you just hit me? Did YOU just hit ME?” He cocks his head in your direction, his free hand tracing your neck. “How dare you?! I am your God! You worship me! Your body represents me! Your blood is mine!” He squeezes your neck, forcing the last bit of air from your lungs before his fingers trace your folds from the outside of your panties.

Feet flailing the best you can, it’s no use against him.

“Pretty. Little. Virgin.” He pets you, allowing you to breathe as a gift. You gasp against the ground, breasts swaying with each cycle. “You were made for me.” He whispers spreading your legs to help himself.

“Oh for you to see such a sight, Darling. You’re soiling yourself here. You keep yourself from me whilst silencing your tongue, and yet here you are body betraying you, soaked your panties to your skin. You’re begging me touch you.”

His eyes watch you closely in the red light, you following him like a map. Your throat being choked by your heart interrupting your thoughts.

This mental conflict.

This struggle you hold in your chest. You shouldn’t want this. You must behave -remain pure- and yet here you are spread for his desires.

His devilishly handsome looks should have been the first warning sign. There is no way anyone would be as handsome as he and still have wholesome motives.

“No one will ever love you as much as me, Darling.” He toys with your panty line. “Just let me adore you.”

Your body disobeys you, instead of closing, shutting him out, they move with him, hungry for his touch.

“Good girl, Darling.” He hums, smelling your scent once more. “Show me what’s mine.” He stares you down, waiting for a reaction. “Unwrap my present.”

He followed you home. It was a quiet Wednesday, the weather a perfect sixty-eight degrees. A perfect afternoon to walk home for the both of you. Except, you never went home, well from your perspective... however for Light, you were home. You were exactly where you needed to be, and he was never going to let you leave. All you needed was right here; and all you needed was Light.

Your fingers tremble from your sides.

You knew better than to run.

He would just catch you, like he had earlier.

“Go on.” He pats your leg, gesturing for his prize to be revealed.

Your fingers dipped into your thin fabric, letting it expose you inch by inch, past your knees until finally they’re off in your fingers.

“Now give them to me.”

Your hand shakes as you slowly hand them to Light, unsure of what he’ll do with them.

“Your smell... this fear and what’s this... desire? Do I smell you wanting me? Does my Darling desire me? Do you want me to touch you? Because these folds, your precious pretty pussy is begging for my attention. You’re adoring this, aren’t you?”

You’re confused by your body’s betrayal. How can you be aroused by such a character? A psychopath? A handsome sociopath.

“Darling. You belong to me. I’ll take care of you and you’ll be so perfect.”

“I-I want to go home.”

“Why would you want to go home? No one is there. No one is looking for you. No one will love you there as much as I love you here.” The back of his hand caresses you tenderly. “You’ll stay here.”

His eyes shoot up as you whilst the warmth of his fingers radiates around your virgin cunt.

Untouched property. Unclaimed land. You are his undiscovered treasure, and yes, he will hide you from everyone.

“Just let me show you how good it feels to be loved.” He pets your outer folds. “See, your soft skin against my skin. This is nice.” He strokes you multiple times, your heats dripping with arousal.

“Darling darling, you’re making a mess.” He leans down into your sobbing cunt, letting his tongue feel your sensitive folds.

You twitch below his touch, your body rising with his touch and a sharp breath is forced from your lungs.

“Mmm you love this. Look at how you purr. You’re body adores this.” He hums against your clit.

Your palms sweat at your sides. How are you supposed to react? This isn’t natural right? You’re not supposed to be this aroused?

His tongue traced up and down your slit, slurping your excessive slick dressing his face.

“My goodness.” He moans. “I haven’t done anything yet.” His tongue circles to your clit, forcing your hips to involuntarily gravity into his face once more, you hands grasping his hair for the first time. “Oh my Darling. Yes, touch me.”

He laps you, which feels like an eternity, feeling your body in new ways. Sensations you’ve never felt. You feel guilty, but the pleasure is overpowering your senses. The fire in your chest, your core, deep in the pit of your stomach, it’s burning and you want more.

“Do you want more Darling? I know you want to make me happy.” He look up from you, slick over his lips as he licks them.

You head keeps telling you no. You shouldn’t. You should wait. This isn’t pure.

But it feels so good. You want more. You want more!

You arch your hips against him and he chuckles.

“Tell me Darling. I need to hear how your body belongs to me.” He traces your slick around the entices but eyes you. “Tell me. Use your words, so I can worship your body.”

Is this right?

“I- I...” you fight yourself feeling him below. “Want more.” You moan with panted breaths and he allows himself between your tight folds.

“Oh my Goodness.” He inserts a single finger. “You’re so tight, Darling.”

Your breath is caught in your chest and you stare at the ceiling. His pressure... a good kind of pressure, you think. Your body acts so involuntary with his.

Legs spread, feeling him shift his fingers into your tight hole, a burning sensation building from within.

“You’re so pure. Letting me destroy you’re pure essence... tainting you for my existence... my my my.” He kisses your clit, the sensations mixing a concoction for your eyes to roll backwards into your head.

“Darling... you’ll only stay pure if you stay with me. You’ll only be good if you stay with me. You will only be here for me. You’ll only exist for me.” He pumps his finger inside your tight walls, the flesh kissing his skin with your slick. “Do you understand?”

He stops to watch you, a whimper leaving your mouth and he chuckles. “You will never leave this house. You will only exist for me.”

He eyes you, the red light intensifying the moment as he fucks you with his finger, on the floor, setting the rules you will obey. He’s not asking for your agreement.

No.

He’s telling you how it’s going to be.

You nod and he shoves another finger into your tight hole, too much for you to handle.

“Do you understand?”

“Y-yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Kira.”

You moan from the burn. Too much going on for you. The overstimulation of your cunt. The stretch of your walls inviting a new sensation.

“Perfect, because we’ll need plenty of time to get you ready for me.”

[lovestruckay]

Request: "Hi there! Loveeee your writing for Fire Force and was wondering if you could do headcanons (SFW and NSFW if that's ok!) for Akitaru and a fem s/o for celebrating birthdays or holidays?"

Pairing: Akitaru Obi x Fem!Reader

A/N: Happy birthday, Obi! I’m a little late but I made up for it by making this 2.5k words, haha. NSFW content is below the cut, it’s mixed in throughout instead of separate! I used these HC as a way to talk about some of the days I celebrate personally from the Wheel of the Year - eight holidays that celebrate the spring equinox, the summer solstice, the autumnal equinox, the winter solstice, and the four cross-quarter days between them.

Akitaru loves the holidays. He’s the kind of person who plans celebrations a month in advance, sometimes even longer depending on what the special occasion is. He’ll put out decorations, bake pastries, cook whole meals, and even throw parties where he’ll give mushy speeches.

You think he leans into celebrating even more for the sake of the rest of Company 8. Nearly all of his companions had come from troubled backgrounds or had lost their loved ones and he was always clear that the Eighth was their family too. Akitaru is the father figure of their ragtag company and he takes that role seriously. Not just in protecting them and guiding them but in doing the little things that family did - like celebrating holidays.

So, when these special occasions roll around, you better get ready because this man is not just celebrating for the fun of it but because it’s a way to bond with you and the rest of Company 8. 

The Holy Sol Temple has generic, catch-all versions of all the seasonal holidays. With the Temple worshiping a Sun God, their holidays are centered around solar events like the solstices, the equinoxes, and the cross-quarter days between. December celebrations are all bundled up into the Winter Solstice, Ostara and Easter became the Spring Equinox, Samhain and Halloween became the Autumnal Cross-Quarter Day, and so on.

Even though these combined holidays are the most frequently celebrated, the pre-Cataclysm holidays still exist and are still celebrated. It is on a much smaller scale though so this makes celebrating these holidays a much more meaningful affair. If you celebrate a particular day, whether it’s because of tradition or your heritage or something else entirely, Akitaru is excited to learn and be a part of something so important to you.

Valentine’s Day is one of his favorite holidays because it’s a celebration he gets to spend with the woman he had fallen madly in love with - you. He likes that there’s a holiday dedicated to your love for each other and he tends to go overboard with making sure you know how much he cherishes you.

Akitaru is really cheesy about showing you how much he loves you. He always starts the day by waking up before you and sneaking into the kitchen so he can make you breakfast in bed. He’ll cook your pancakes in the shape of wobbly hearts and there will be a protein shake there with your orange juice. He has covered your entire bathroom with sticky notes, each note containing sweet messages he had written throughout the year about how much he loves you. You have a hand bound book on your shelf filled with pressed flowers and love notes that he had made for you one year.

He once hired a skywriter plane to write your initials in a heart in the sky. He loves you so much that it turns him into the corniest, sappiest man on the face of the planet.

He takes the Firefighter Calendar very seriously and he’s absolutely playful and confident enough to wear something sexy for you as a surprise. If you surprise him by wearing some revealing lingerie, he will spend the rest of the night absolutely worshiping you and showing you how beautiful you were.

Akitaru is such a big man but he can be so delicate that the tenderness he touches you with makes your breath catch. But sometimes he forgets his own strength, especially when you’re wrapped up like a present, and he tears the wrapping paper. You know better now than to expect whatever pretty lingerie you buy to survive the night.

He makes sure that you can’t get out of bed when he’s done with you and that works out great for him because, guess what - dinner in bed is on the way.

The Spring Equinox mornings are always spent outside basking in the nice weather and the warm sun as you plant new flowers in the cathedral garden. You spend the afternoon spring cleaning your home, sweeping behind all the furniture and packing up winter clothes. The afternoons are spent painting eggs and hiding little gifts of candy and sweets around the cathedral for the rest of the company to find.

Every year, the Autumnal Cross-Quarter Day (or Halloween as most call it outside the church) is a day-long affair. Mornings are spent carving Jack-o’-lanterns and baking cookies decorated with icing in the shapes of skulls, bats, and spiderwebs. During the afternoon, you’re putting out last minute decorations and filling bowls with king-sized candy bars for the trick-or-treating children that stop by the Fire Force cathedral.

Somehow, Akitaru is always able to convince everyone at the Eighth to dress up in costumes. He especially loves doing coordinated outfits with you, like Frakenstein and the Bride of Frankenstein or a werewolf and a vampire. One year, he was able to convince the entire company to dress up as zombies and you all spent the day making zombie noises at each other and giggling.

If you like getting a little scared for Halloween, he'll take you to a haunted house or a haunted trail where he will inevitably be clinging to you by the end of the experience. If you get chased by the workers wielding fake chainsaws at a trail, he will get so scared that he will literally scoop you up into his arms and run away.

If you’re more interested in staying home and spending time together, you’ll nestle up on the couch together with a bowl of candy and some of the pastries you had baked earlier and binge watch horror movies. He has absolutely no talent whatsoever for video games - you swear the man can’t even figure out how to hold the controller half the time - but he will happily cuddle you and cheer you on if you wanted to play some scary video games instead.

Once you two are alone, Akitaru can’t seem to get his hands off of you. He thinks you are so beautiful every single day but there is something so alluring to him about you dressed up. If you’re wearing one of those revealing costumes, his eyes are glued to you the entire day and, once he can finally get you away from everyone, he’s tearing it off to get to the sweets underneath.

He is very sensitive to the fact that winter holidays can be very personal to a person depending on their background. Most people in Tokyo celebrate the Winter Solstice but there are people who still celebrate the pre-Cataclysm holidays. Whichever holiday you want to observe, Akitaru wants to support you and celebrate with you.

You want to build an altar for Yuletide? He’s bringing home pretty rocks and little trinkets he found that he thought you might like to give as offerings.

You want to light a menorah for Hanukkah? He’s cleaned off a special spot in the kitchen window for the candelabrum.

You want to decorate a tree for Christmas? He’s driving around looking for a pine tree he can cut down for you.

You want to decorate the house for Kwanzaa? He’s singing with you as you both hang brightly colored kente and he’s memorized all seven core principles to talk to you about during the week.

You want to host a dinner for Las Posadas? He’s in the kitchen helping you make tamales and he even stuffed and hung two piñatas - one for the new recruits and the other for you both and the rest of the company.

When it comes to gifts, Akitaru is really good at picking out presents for you. He always listens when you talk and he makes sure to remember when you talk about things that you like. He’s the kind of guy who will buy small presents throughout the year and stow them away in the back of his closet until the winter holidays roll around.

He’s extremely easy to buy gifts for, he loves the traditional “dad” gifts. Get this man some brand new winter socks, a new jacket to replace the coat he got too muscular for, and some new underwear and he is happy. If you give him something a little more exciting in addition to his gifts, like taking off your robe to reveal you’re wrapped up in a bow, he will gladly unwrap you and give you a present of his own.

For New Years, he likes to host a little get together with Company 8 to celebrate. You all make a big dinner and maybe even get a little tipsy before going up to the roof to watch the fireworks. You sit in chairs you had set out earlier, Akitaru settling you into his warm lap instead, and watch in amazement as Company 1 puts on their yearly fireworks show in the sky over Tokyo.

When the show reaches its climax and the clock rolls over to midnight, he kisses you.

Whether you’re drunk on a little alcohol or just the excitement of the night, sex on New Years Eve is always fun. It’s so easy to be yourself and to feel beautiful with him - he is such a light hearted and openly loving man - but tipsy sex is always full of smiles and laughter interspersed with little gasps and moans. There’s no shame and it just feels good to be complete with the man you love.

On Lunar New Year, he is taking you out to shop for new clothes and he’s helping you give out cards and gifts. He makes sure to buy a bag of sweets to leave as an offering once you clean the altar at home later that day. In the evening, he’s once again in the kitchen, helping cook eight different dishes for the reunion dinner with a communal hot pot always being the centerpiece of the meal.

Akitaru loves the holidays but his favorite celebrations are the ones for you two specifically: your birthdays and your anniversary.

For his birthday, he just wants a small get together with the rest of the company and maybe a couple friends. He is still as ridiculously easy as ever to shop for, just buy him new exercise equipment and he’ll love it. He works out so much that he wears down and breaks his equipment and he’s always excited to try a new machine.

He especially loves it when you surprise him in the bedroom with something new. If you teach yourself how to deep throat his impressive size, he’ll be wrapped around your little finger for a week straight. If you give him the remote to your vibrating panties while you’re out getting dinner, he’ll break down halfway through your meal and pull you into the bathroom to make you see stars. You never need an excuse to experiment in bed but it’s always fun surprising him with something every year.

For your birthday, Akitaru will always ask you what you want instead of trying to surprise you. He doesn’t want to overwhelm you with a party if you don’t want it and he doesn’t want you to be craving more if he plans for a day at home.

If you want to go out, he'll take you to the amusement park for games and roller coasters (one of which he couldn’t even ride because the safety harness didn’t fit over his muscular body). If you like the outdoors, he’ll take you on a hike through one of the nature preserves and lead you to a picnic he prepared for you. If you like to dance, he’s taking you out and trying his best not to step on your toes.

If you want to stay in, Akitaru will buy you a copy of the newest video game you had your eye on and will order pizza so he can watch you try to beat it in one sitting. He’ll spend the morning baking and decorating a cake from scratch and it comes out incredible. He’ll give you a massage and his almost too strong grip feels so good it sends shivers up your spine.

On your birthday, he is in the palm of your hand. Whatever you want to do, anything you want to try, he is so eager to please. He’s an open-minded man and there really aren’t many things that are hard passes for him in bed. He isn’t particularly well versed in the kinky stuff so he’ll need a bit of an explanation sometimes but, once he understands what you want, he will gladly give it to you.

Without a doubt, your anniversary is Akitaru’s favorite holiday of the year. He loves that your anniversary is a celebration of your bond and a reaffirming of your love for each other. He’s honestly just as dramatic on this day as he is on Valentine’s Day - if not more so - and he will come up with the most cheesy, romantic ways of telling you he loves you.

Sticking to tradition, he took you out to a fancy dinner one year to a restaurant with a dress code and no prices on the menu. Even with the overly formal atmosphere, he was still his usual boisterous self throughout the dinner and his sunshine smile puts you at ease. The dinner was spectacular and, even if you normally hated stuffy environments like that, his happiness is contagious and you feel comfortable.

On your anniversary, he makes it his Sol given duty to fuck you until you scream when you cum. He makes it a point to give you the best orgasm of the year, making you finish over and over until your pleasure climbs to a high that has moans shamelessly spilling from your lips. You absolutely cannot walk the day after your anniversary so, every year, you take not only your anniversary off but the day following as well.

Akitaru pays such close attention to your moods and your likes and dislikes when it comes to the holidays throughout the year and tries his best to make you happy. At the end of the day, he just wants to be with you and for you to have a good time.

After all, he loves you so much he wants to spend the rest of his life making happy memories like these together.

[miyaniacs]

Christmas Eve

a/n: I wish you all of you who celebrate Christmas a Happy Christmas and I hope event this year was horrible, you all find at least a bit of joy and peace. If any of you needs to talk because they have to deal with some family or personal issues during this time, I'm here for you. At those how don't celebrate it: It isn't, besides Bokutos, really themed about religion, it’s just to hopefully make all of you laugh ❤️ 

form: total shitpost

characters: Atsumu, Osamu, Sakusa, Oikawa, Kuroo, Bokuto x gn!reader

warnings: lowkey nsfw (just some suggestive stuff I’d say 16+), bdsm mentions (but in a funny way - there’s nothing really sexual), mentions of sex toys and Bokuto’s is just wholesome

masterlist

Atsumu

Let’s set the atmosphere okay?

The tree is lit up, the decorations are sparkling, all the other presents are illustrated by the lights on the tree, it’s dark outside, soft snowflakes can be seen, in the background you can hear some beautiful old Christmas songs being played

The little bell rings calling you in the room 

Yet, you prepared a small surprise too 

With you, his family is walks into the room 

They originally couldn’t make it in time and it was visible for you that this really saddened Atsumu - he’s used to spend Christmas Eve with his parents and his brother - playing silly card games, him and Osamu almost knocking over the tree etc

Well 

Surprise. 

You all walked in saying a loud : SURPRISE 

Which turns into a loud scream as soon as they see Atsumu laying under the tree with a sexy present costume

it’s literally just a big red band wrapped around his body with the bow right over his thingy 

Head rested on his elbow, one of his legs swung over the other in a rather sexy way 

The screams of you and his family mix together with his screams 

The only one who was still able to think fast was Osamu - that’s why now a video of the whole thing is sending to the MSBY groupchat (also to the chat they got with their old Highschool team) 

While trying to escape the whole situation Atsumu got also caught in the tree

Now there’s a red fabric hanging in the tree and a naked Atsumu running upstairs 

Osamu

Osamu was stressed the whole time before Christmas 

He got so many jobs for some big companies to deliver his onigiri 

Besides that his shop was full af with all the friends that met up again due to them being back home during the holidays 

He was a mess 

So you managed all the household: cooking, cleaning, making sure he at least relaxed a bit, decorating etc

You’ve barley seen him anyways

Fast forward to Christmas Eve:

You received an emergency call from Atsumu, so you’re on your way to his, mentally cursing him since you still have to make the last preparations for tonight

At his - it was just some : how do I clean this or that emergency 

Annoyed af you make your way back home

Unlocking the door, you’re greeted with some ‘all I want for Christmas’ and the apartment being all dark, just illuminated with the sparkling Christmas lights 

“Osamu?” You call out for him walking through the apartment, the music getting louder and louder 

Opening the door to your living room, you’re greeted with the sight of Osamu, dressed in a sexy butler costume, his torso completely revealed, and a bow around his neck 

“Sit down my love.” He says and pulls out one of the chairs for you 

You sit down and look over the beautiful decorated table, filled with all kinds of mouth watering food

Looking back at him, your eyes rest on his toned chest “Was... was this all planned?” 

“Yes, I thought I’d give you something back for all your support the past weeks”  he smiles and leans down to give you a kiss 

“Then I’ve been a bitch to Atsumu for no reason..” you mutter 

“ There’s always a reason to be a bitch towards him” he laughs, “now, my dear - what can I serve you?” He bows

Sakusa

You in a maid uniform with lots of cleaning utensils that are sex toys Dom reader like 

As soon as Sakusa enters his home on Christmas Eve, a big black fabric is pulled over his head and he’s dragged into the living room and pushed onto a chair

“Only good guys get presents right?” You say teasingly  and your hands run over his chest , starting to unbutton his shirt 

Slowly you pull the blindfold off his head

His eyes widen, then darken and then he looks at you with an eyeroll 

“Are you serious right now?” He huffs

You’re wearing a sexy maid costume, the feather duster in one hand and the other one placed on your hip 

“Nahhhhh - dirty boys aren’t allowed to talk.” You lean forward and place your finger on his lips, “how are we supposed to celebrate and enjoy Christmas when we’re both not clean?” 

Leaning to the right you grab a bottle tilted “Mr Clean - hand sanitizer” rubbing it on your hands, you walk behind him and start massaging his shoulders with the body oil. 

After that, you walk back around him and bend down, the skirt moving upwards, exposing everything to him 

“You’re pretty clean now, but could you help me cleaning myself?” You ask and hand him a little present. 

Unwrapping it, he rolls his eyes yet s smirk appears on his face 

“For the really stubborn ones” he reads out looking at the lube in his hands 

You look at him innocently “Yes,..., we can’t let any dirty germs touch our preciously wrapped gifts, can we?” 

He nods in response and gets up, walking over to you

“No, no we can’t... let’s get you all cleaned up now ... shall we?” He asks in a husky voice and throws you over his shoulder carrying you to the bedroom 

Oikawa

Getting tied up he’s exited a male dom getting into the room destroying 90% of his closet while degrading him and his style => presents a whole new closet from you and his friends and family 

His clothes are horrible 

Besides sports wear his taste is ... a whole catastrophe

so together with his friends you planned a surprise for him

Oikawa knew something was up- but he expected a different kind of surprise- he hoped you’d be his present tonight and that you’d strip for him, since he’s basically begging you to do so the past weeks

When it rings on his door that evening, he opens the door fully expecting to see you standing there 

Quickly his smile drops when he’s got pushed back inside by a man wearing a leather mask 

“Go to your closet.” He demands and makes the whip in his hand more visible 

With a small Wimper oikawa hurries to the room

The man towers over him 

“Open” he underlines his words with a loud whip and oikawa does as he’s told to 

“Now put all your clothes in this here!” He throws a black plastic back to oikawas feet 

“Strip and put them into it to.” Another whip echos through the room and oikawa whimpers again, eyes wide open and he slowly begins to pull off his hoodie 

“Faster!” 

“Now put this on!” He hands him a collar with a leash on it

Grabbing the black bag and the leash he drags oikawa back to the front door

“Wait wait - what are you doing !!” He finally complains 

The man stops and takes out a gag and quickly fixes it around oikawas head

“MH- MHHHH HHMMM” he cries out

“QUIET!” 

Opening the front door, the man drags Oikawa outside where a few people are already waiting, filming the whole thing

“Here.” The man throws the bag to the ground and hands you the lash 

“Have fun.” 

“Y/N MHLNG Y/N!” Oikawa ‘says’ shocked

“You didn’t listen to us ... so we had to force you.” Iwaizumi says, standing next to you

“Your clothes were horrible.” Mattsun complains 

“New ones are already laying under the tree , love.” You smile and pat his head, the leash still in your hand 

“Well... have fun with him - I think we should go now.” Iwaizumi laughs

Bokuto

Yes. Yes Bokuto still believes in the Christkind (just look it up - the translation is so ugly so I’m using the German word)

And it’s way too precious so non of you ever told him the truth 

So here you are, getting dressed, putting on a white loose dress, white wings, soft golden eyeshadow and curling your hair / putting on a blond wig

Akaashi, Kenma and Kuroo - who will celebrate Christmas with you two - enter the house, together with Bokuto 

Kuroo is talking EXTRA loud to make sure you hear them coming back 

“Huh? Why is there light in the living room?- Y/N shouldn’t be home by now.”  You hear Bokuto ask confused 

Grabbing the small bell, you take a quick glance into the mirror and ring it 

“A BELL??? OMG AKAAAAAAASSSHHHIIIIIII IS IT - OMG OMG OMGGGG!“ Bokuto screams and runs to the room 

Opening the door his eyes lay on you, the angel standing next to the tree, about to place a small gift under the tree, ready to ‘leave’ again 

Bokutos eyes shine like the stars, his mouth wide open, whole body shaking 

“You ... you ... you’re real!?!” He mutters 

‘Shocked’ you spin around, the gift still in your hands and look at him 

You smile softly and walk towards him 

Your hand takes his and you place the gift in his hand, get on your tip toes about to give him a small kiss on his cheek, but he moves away

“No, I’m sorry, but I got a beautiful s/o.” Your heart melts at his words, the real angel in this room truly is Bokuto himself 

You smile and look at Akaashi, telling him to distract Bokuto so you can leave again - which he does 

A few minutes later you open the front door, dressed as usual 

“OMG Y/N - YOU WON’T BELIEVE IT!!! THE CHRISTKIND WAS HERE !!!! HERE AND IT GAVE ME THIS PRESENT!!!! ITS A PICTURE OF US ON OUR FIRST DATE!!” He rushes over to you and shoved the framed picture into your face

“A REAL ANGEL - AND YOU MISSED IT!” He pouts

“I’m sorry Bo” you mutter and give him a quick kiss 

“But ... I have to admit ... besides all their beauty, you’re way prettier than them... I can’t call you angle anymore knowing that your beauty outshines them.” A soft smile forms on his lips and you feel tears forming in your eyes. 

Kuroo

Kuroo saw your google history 

He saw that you kept on looking for videos of a sex swing and how it works etc

So he knew the perfect present for you for Christmas 

On the box it only said Swing - red, silk

So no biggie 

Well... your parents invited themselves over to yours for Christmas Eve. 

Together with your little cousin

Before it comes to opening up the gifts, traditionally you had dinner first. 

Michale Buble was playing, your parents and his dad ( who got invited by your parents ) already had too much to wine, your little cousin bouncing on the chair, waiting to finally  open up the presents. 

If Kuroo knew, that your family’s would come, he wouldn’t even placed the swing under the tree, but they just appeared on your door with food and presents 

So now - the swing was the biggest present 

“Y/n... Y/NNNNNN” your little cousin asks you while already sitting under the tree eying all the presents

“Yes?” You laugh

“Can I open your presents????” She asks

“Sure.” You smile, knowing how much she loves opening them 

Next to you, Kuroo’s heart stops, cold sweat running down his neck 

Your cousin hands you the two small presents on top of the big one

“Here I just want to open the big one” 

“Are those yours?” You ask and look at Kuroo, who just nods

“Babe... what’s wrong?” You ask him, but before he could answer, the ripping sound of the wrapping paper is heard 

“OMG Y/N HE GOT YOU A SWING?! I’M SO JELLY!!!! AND A RED ONE TOO... OMG IS THIS A SWING OUT OF THOSE MOVIES??? THE ONES WITH SILK AND NOT WOOD???” 

(Insert : oh no- Oh NO - OH NONONONOOO)

Your eyes widen.

All blood  leaves yours and Kuroos face 

Your mum takes a big sip out of her glass

Your dad glares at Kuroo 

His dad looks ashamed at Kuroo 

While your cousin opens the package and fiddles with the red silky stuff 

“At least the color fits in the room.” Your mum laughs taking another sip of her wine 

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[maybankiara]

PHONE SWAP (DREW STARKEY)

18: MR. WHITE CLAW

summary: Addie Mallory is just your average economics student when she meets Drew Starkey at her local Target in Atlanta. This is where the story is supposed to end – a short meeting and a picture to go – except Drew accidentally leaves with the wrong phone, and the story begins, instead.

w/c: 4.4k

a/n: long one! sorry about it. i promise it won’t happen a lot. also, if i catch one of yous hating on holden you’re gonna catch these hands. <3

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Me | 6:42pm I swear it’s fate that you’re coming back today because you know what Me | 6:42pm MARIANNE IS MAKING GOULASH TOMORROW Me | 6:43pm surprisingly unrelated to you coming back but hey!!

Drew | 6:45pm no way! Drew | 6:45pm Does she make good goulash?

Me | 6:46pm I’d be able to tell if she ever made it before lmao Me | 6:46pm it’s her first time Me | 6:47pm but she’s a pretty good cook overall so!! I wouldn’t expect like a masterpiece or whatever but a decent meal??? Me | 6:47pm f yeah

Drew | 6:48pm I’m inviting myself over Drew | 6:50pm what time should I come by?

Me | 6:57pm if you think for one (1) second that this wasn’t an invitation Me | 6:57pm you are terribly wrong, mr. white claw man

Drew | 7:01pm ok but WHEN SHOULD I COME OVER

Me | 7:02pm oh right 

Drew | 7:05pm ???

Me | 7:05pm Marianne says goulash will be around 6 but you can come over at like 4 or 5 so we can catch up!! Me | 7:06pm I still need to show you the album!! I developed some photos I took since we hung out

Drew | 7:07pm 4 sounds great, can’t wait!! Drew | 7:07pm I’ll make sure to bring some White Claw Drew | 7:07pm What does Marianne drink?

Me | 7:08pm Vodka Me | 7:08pm Tequilla Me | 7:09pm jk you don’t have to bring anything, we have enough alcohol in the fridge

Drew | 7:10pm Still bringing beer

Me | 7:10pm And good vibes

Drew | 7:10pm And good vibes, of course

Me | 7:10pm Gonna be good 😄

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The bell rings shortly past four o’clock, and Addie buzzes their guest in with a smile on her face. Marianne peeks from the kitchen, leaning over the corner, strands of her hair falling from underneath the headband-bun combo she’s sporting for the cooking. 

  ‘Is it the celebrity judge?’

  ‘Sure is a judge,’ Addie says, unlocking the door. ‘Not so sure he’d like the celebrity title.’

  The door opens and reveals a smiling Drew, in his usual attire – a simple grey tee with a Queen logo on it, black jeans, and a baseball cap. Greetings are exchanged, and then Drew’s taking his shoes off as Addie warns him that maybe Marianne might be a bit much today. There’s a casual whiff of cologne that Addie catches – it’s similar to Holden’s minty one, but simpler.

  ‘You ready to munch on some British-French-American-Hungarian goulash?’

  He raises an eyebrow. ‘Is anyone ever ready for that?’

  ‘Nope. But Marianne has just called you the celebrity judge of her nonexistent cooking show, so you’ve got no choice but to be ready.’

  ‘Fair,’ he says, just as Marianne shouts from the kitchen, ‘I’ll have my cooking show soon!’

  The self-proclaimed chef pops out of the kitchen, wielding a spatula covered in a dark red, thick liquid. Her red-and-white apron is tied haphazardly around her waist; both the apron and the sweatpants have already become victims to her cooking, and the bun seems to be getting looser by the minute. Marianne flashes the two a massive grin, one finger pointed at Drew.

  ‘Drew!’

  ‘Marianne!’

  Her grin widens so much Addie’s worried it’ll rip her cheeks. She wiggles her finger, then, in a come here motion. ‘I need your goulash expertise, stat.’

  ‘Give the man a moment to breathe,’ says Addie. Next to her, Drew chuckles. 

  ‘Do you want to enjoy the goulash?’

  ‘Yes?’

  ‘Then let the ones who can make it good do it and stay out of it.’ Marianne crosses her arms over her chest, and a drop of liquid falls off the spatula. She doesn’t even notice. ‘Drew?’

  ‘Coming right up, boss.’ 

  With a pat on the back from Addie, Drew departs into the kitchen. Marianne is already listing off all the things that she’s put in the goulash, how she’s done it so far, and how the internet has told her needs to be done from now on. Addie tunes most of it out – while she thinks Marianne is one of the best cooks she’s ever met, after living with her for over a year, some things you can’t help but get used to and eventually, get a little bit tired of. She’s happy there’s Drew, though, because he’s either very interested in Marianne’s process and amused by her telling of it, or very good at pretending to be so.

  Addie grabs a rather small box with a pink bow on it out of the hallway drawer, right next to a grey envelope, then makes her way to the stack of French books lying underneath the TV. The newest copy of a first-edition of The Unbearable Lightness of Being in French is lying on top of a photo album, the same one that Addie told Drew stories from the last time he was over here. She tucks it under her arm and brings it to the kitchen, which has a prominent smell of Marianne’s cooking – a lot of spices, some of them even scattered around with powder spilling out at the edges, and wine that’s both a part of the dish and accompanying Marianne and whoever’s keeping her company. This time it’s Drew, so instead of wine, there’s a can of White Claw in his hands. Addie chuckles to herself.

  Marianne, huddled over the steaming pot, motions for Addie to come closer without looking. ‘How does this smell?’

‘I don’t know how a goulash is supposed to smell.’

  ‘Like that,’ Drew answers. ‘Stop worrying so much.’

  ‘If it can be better, I’ll make it better,’ replies Marianne, then asks him to contribute with some spices and then stir it. ‘If it goes badly, you made it. If it’s great, I made it.’

  Drew laughed. It was a big kind of laugh, the one that fills out the entire room. Taking a seat at their modest dining table, Addie realised it’s been a while since anyone other than the two of them laughed so freely in this place. (That just made her miserable; she needs to stop focusing so much on work and her studies if she wants to retain a semblance of a social life.) She puts the album down, and places the box right underneath it – just enough to be noticeable.

  ‘Addie, you didn’t tell me your roommate is basically the female equivalent to Gordon Ramsay.’ Drew’s leaning against one of the cupboards, sipping his drink with a smile. Marianne elbows him in the shoulder, frowning. 

  ‘The kids one, maybe. I don’t swear, that’s Addie’s job. She’s the sailor.’

  ‘Bitch,’ says Addie under her breath, feeling warmth creeping up into her cheeks as she smiles. ‘Calling me out like that.’

  Marianne doesn’t look at her, but Addie hears her quiet giggle. ‘That’s a quarter.’

  Addie sighs, and Drew lets out a chuckle that sounds a lot like oh. He probably figured out what the jar filled up with quarters is, and Addie thinks he’s finding it a little too amusing, so she says, ‘Don’t laugh.’ 

  Of course, it doesn’t work.

  ‘That’s kind of funny, you’ve got to admit.’

  ‘No.’

  He raises his eyebrows at her, not even trying to hide the smile. Addie calls him to look at the albums, after she places a quarter in the jar, because she can feel Marianne is about to side with him and go on a tirade where she makes fun of Addie’s bad habit – not that she minds, really, but she’d much rather see what Drew thinks of the photographs and his birthday present. 

  It ends up taking him a long time to notice it, which starts driving Addie nuts, but she wants him to be the one to notice it, because… Well. She doesn’t really have a reason. 

  They go through the photographs and Marianne is hovering over Drew’s shoulder, nearly dripping the goulash a few times onto the album, until Addie tells her that her goulash is burning (it isn’t) and she finally leaves the spatula where it belongs, before coming back to look. She likes the photos, and so does Drew – Addie had most of them developed, both from Waystone and the park they were in. Most of them were of the places, but there were a few of Drew. They weren’t the best quality, but his face was relaxed in them, and he was smiling with a playful glint in his eyes, and Addie liked them more than the ones where he looked like he was posing. (She developed those, too, but still hasn’t quite figured out where to put them. She’ll probably give them to him.) Good memories were made that day, and friendships cemented, too.

  When he finally notices the box, his eyebrows shoot up. ‘Is this the present?’

  Addie just nods and waits. She’s thankful that Marianne is humming along to the music while she stirs the pot, because it means that there’s no awkward silence while he carefully unwraps the bow, as if it would break if he tugged on it too hard. He opens it, finally, and laughs – Addie feels like he’s been laughing a lot more recently. 

  He holds the present in his hand, shaking his head. ‘A phone case. Really?’

  ‘Yep.’ Addie grins so hard she bites a little on the inside of her lip; what if he doesn’t like it? She pushes the thought away. ‘Can’t have us swapping our phones again.’

  ‘True. Although, it did end up in a pretty good thing.’

  ‘I guess it did, yeah.’

  There’s a moment where they’re just staring at the phone case, as if it is about to start talking. Addie kind of wishes it would, and once again feels thankful for Marianne’s music. She doesn’t want to start reminiscing, but that’s where her brain is going, and suddenly she finds herself thinking about that summer morning where she was hungover and half-asleep when she met him and it feels weird that it’s been nearly six months since that. It feels like it was yesterday, but it feels like Drew’s always been around. 

  ‘Mr. White Claw,’ he reads off the back of the matt case, amused. Addie’s pretty proud of herself for that one.

  ‘Nothing describes you better than that, basic white bitch.’ She smiles at him, and kicks him under the table so he’d look at her. ‘Happy birthday, dude.’

  ‘Thanks.’ He raises his can and waits until she raises hers, then says, ‘To swapping phones.’

  Addie clinks the can against his. ‘And making friends.’

  ‘And putting another quarter in the jar. Don’t think I didn’t hear that.’

  ‘Marianne.’

  ‘Nu-uh.’ Marianne snaps her fingers, pointing first at Addie as she speaks, then Drew. ‘You, quarter in the jar, and now that the ceremony’s over, I need you back at the cooking station. The goulash ain’t gonna cook itself, mec.’

  As Marianne says, the other two do. Addie is honestly just grateful she doesn’t have to be the one helping out in the kitchen, because as much as she enjoys cooking, Marianne’ demands get on her nerves sometimes. That, and Drew is actually enjoying helping her out. Addie gets to sit back and relax, listen to her friends make food and bond over the dishes they can make—turns out Drew is incredible at making his mum’s casserole recipe, and promises to bring it over someday—and she feels like she’s come a long way from being holed up in her room, studying and working. Even if sometimes it feels like nothing’s changed. 

  In between helping Marianne, Drew puts the phone case in its rightful place. It’s a bit cheesy, but Addie likes the thought that there’ll be a reminder of their friendship with him at all times, if he likes it as much as she thinks he does. It’s a bit silly, too. Addie likes giving and receiving presents that are more silly than useful, which is probably not the savvy and mature way to approach life. 

  Time wears on, and Addie includes herself every now and then, mostly just chilling on her phone as the two work towards what they claim is going to be a masterpiece. She highly doubts it, and it’s amusing whenever she voices her opinion and they try to argue otherwise. She likes to see them getting along – she’d never admit it, but as much as she knows and loves Marianne, a part of her was still scared he’d get the celebrity treatment. Now, she watches as Marianne threatens to throw goulash if he doesn’t cut the pepper faster, and she can only laugh. 

  Her phone chimes and there’s a text message displayed over Holden and Addie’s faces –  a picture taken barely a week ago. They look happy together, and seeing it brings a smile to her face. As Addie texts back, Marianne ushers Drew away from the pot, finally taking over. Drew joins her at the table with a can of White Claw and a can of Heineken. 

  She puts her phone down and takes the Heineken with thanks. ‘Cooking time over?’

  Drew nods. ‘The chef fired me. I think.’

  ‘Yeah,’ Addie laughs, ‘the chef tends to do that.’

  To prove a point, Marianne gives them the finger, and says a whole sentence in French out of which Addie can only understand ‘merde’, and that is mostly because she turns around for that word, glaring at the two. Drew nearly chokes on his drink, and Addie just shrugs, because it’s Marianne, and no one can really understand Marianne. A conversation starts about photography and how Drew did mean to bring the camera, but he left it with Chase and Madelyn when he was visiting, and he ends up telling them stories from all the sets he’s been on. 

  When the bell chimes again, he’s the first one to notice, as he’s sitting not even a foot from the entrance into the kitchen. ‘Someone ringing?’

  ‘Oh, god, I forgot— Thanks!’

  Addie makes a beeline for the hallway, giving her friends a quick ‘one moment!’ in lieu of an explanation. She’s at the front door within seconds and opens it with a smile, greeting her boyfriend with a hug, and a kiss on the cheek. 

  Holden chuckles, and then he’s giving her a brief kiss on the lips before they part. ‘Hello there. You had a bit to drink?’

  ‘A little,’ Addie says, feeling the heat in her cheeks. ‘I’m glad you stopped by.’

  ‘Me too.’ His hand falls from her waist and he takes a step back, looking around. ‘You’ve got the papers?’

  Addie reaches into the drawer and takes the grey folder out of it, but doesn’t give it to him just yet. ‘I know you’re in a hurry, but Marianne is making enough goulash for a whole village, and Drew’s here, and I want to introduce you.’

  ‘He’s here?’ he asks, just at the same time as Marianne shouts from the kitchen, ‘WHO IS IT?’

  In her defense, she thought it would’ve been a nice surprise for Holden to stop by and stick around for a little bit once he got what he came here for, and maybe chat to her friends for a few minutes. The idea might’ve been fine, but hearing Holden’s little sigh at the realisation and a guaranteed confusion from the two in the kitchen, it might’ve not been a fine surprise. This paired with Holden only meeting Marianne of her friends so far...

  ‘C’mon,’ she tells him, hoping to reassure herself just as much, and takes hold of his hand. ‘They don’t bite.’

  Back in the kitchen, Marianne and Drew are leaning on the cupboards, both of them silent and waiting. Addie walkins into the kitchen first, and she watches their eyes follow her hand – the one which drags Holden in behind her. Marianne shouts his name and nearly leaps to hug him, while Drew remains at his spot, gnacing between the two having a quick catch-up and Addie, who tries to tell him not to worry in the form of a smile. 

  His eyes keep dropping back to their hands, intertwined, and she can see barely-concealed confusion on his face. 

  ‘This is Holden,’ she says, now that Marianne isn’t hogging him anymore. ‘My boyfriend. Holden, this is Drew.’

  They shake hands and exchange the ‘nice to meet you’s without anyone feeling the need to prove themselves to be the Alpha male, so Addie counts it as a win. Not that she thought either of them would do that – she just hasn’t seen Drew interact with anyone who wasn’t her or Marianne, and Drew is, after Marianne, the first person from Addie’s life Holden has gotten to meet. 

  The more she thinks of it, the more she realises how risky it was. 

  ‘You’re the actor Drew, right?’

  For a moment, Addie just watches Drew – his hands are crossed on his chest and he looks a little menacing, now that she tries to see him from Holden’s perspective. Tall and pretty attractive, pretty relaxed in a place he’s barely been to, and with the reputation of a successful actor – and to top it all off, a resting bitch face. 

  Addie’s heart skips a beat. 

  Drew laughs and she feels relief wash over her, instead. ‘Is that how she presents me to people?’

  ‘Drew, it’s literally how we met,’ she says, rolling her eyes at him from across the room. ‘How else am I supposed to explain how I know you?’

  ‘Fair.’

  There’s a moment where the sizzling of the goulash is all that can be heard, but Addie doesn’t think it’s one of those heavy silences, where every person seems like they’re holding their breath. She takes it as a good sign. 

  Holden pats his thigh, then, and he has an apologetic face when he says, ‘I’ve got to go. Work won’t wait forever.’ He flashes Drew a smile. ‘Nice meeting you, Drew.’

  ‘You too.’

  Addie sighs. ‘You just got here.’

  He opens his mouth to say something, but Marianne is quicker: ‘You try this goulash, look me in the eye, and say you don’t want more of it.’ There’s no and then you can go, because Addie has a feeling Marianne knows pretty well just how good the goulash is. 

  She commands the room as she approaches Holden with the tiniest bit of goulash steaming from the spatula over her hand. Her eyes are determined and there’s a crook in the corner of her lips – the sly kind of smile when she knows she’s already won. Holden doesn’t get a chance to protest, because the spatula is headed for him, and he’s got nothing to do but take it. 

  The room holds a breath. Even Drew is looking at Holden in expectation, chin resting on the palm of his hand. 

  For a bit, Holden just coughs and complains about the hotness (Marianne argued he had to have been blind to not see that it was steaming). Once he’s finally back to normal breathing and side-eyeing Addie for giggling at him, he tells Marianne it’s one of the best things he’s ever tasted.

  Addie could swear she could see pride and self-satisfaction through Marianne’s eyes.

  ‘Now that Holden is staying,’ says Addie, ‘can the rest of us have some, too?’

  ‘Yes, ma’am,’ replies Marianne, with a newfound spring in her step, grace in the way she moves. Drew laughs at her, quietly, and Addie finds herself laughing with him.

  Marianne brings out the goulash and Addie helps pour it into the bowls, handing each of them one. The chef ends up taking Addie’s chair, on Addie’s insistence, because what does she deserve after all these hours other than enjoying her efforts in peace? So Addie leans on the counter, ignoring Marianne’s protests that it’s dirty (‘These shorts need to go into the wash anyway’) and savours the food. It’s unbelievably good – Drew even comments at one point that it’s as good as the one his Hungarian neighbour made, if not better. Marianne glows after each compliment, so Addie doesn’t really stop giving them. Even as the conversation goes on, and Holden stays a little longer than planned, they keep sprinkling in nice comments about the goulash whenever they can. 

  Addie’s glad Holden and Drew are here for this, however unplanned it was.

  Holden slaps his thigh again, in the very same manner with the very same look on his face and this time, Addie catches herself right before she laughs. ‘I’ve really got to go now,’ he says, getting to his feet. ‘Work calls.’

  He walks up to Addie and she smiles at him, elbowing him gently in the ribs. ‘That’s okay, Mr. Workaholic. We understand.’

  She thinks maybe she’s pushing it, but Holden smiles and reaches the other side of her waist, tickling just enough so that she groans for him to stop. ‘You’ve got it just as bad as I do,’ he tells her, and she can’t argue.

  ‘Wait, Holden.’ Marianne twirls her spoon in front of her space, brow furrowed, and a distant look on her face. ‘Can I ask you lot a personal question?’

  ‘Marianne—’

  ‘Don’t worry about it, Addie. I won’t bother them too much.’

  Marianne does give her a reassuring smile, or what’s meant to be one, because Addie doesn’t feel particularly reassured. The girl, for all the love Addie holds for her, really has a thing for pushing the limits and boundaries without meaning to. Addie sinks into herself, arms crossed on her chest with Holden’s hand still resting on her waist, and hopes Marianne picks her approach carefully. Addie might know her well enough, but Drew and Holden don’t.

  ‘Sure,’ says Drew, leaning back in his chair. ‘What is it?’

  Instead of responding, he looks at Holden until he agrees to it, too. She takes a deep breath, then, and gives them the shaky kind of confident smile as her fingers fix up her bun. ‘How important are romantic things in a relationship to guys?’

  Addie resists dropping her head in her hands. She just sighs. Glares a little. 

  Lets it all unfold. 

  The hand on Addie’s waist moves a little, with no purpose. She can hear Holden breathe more deeply, as he always does when he’s trying to crack a problem. Drew, on the other hand, frowns; his eyes stare out of the window, the distance noticeable in them. Part of Addie wishes the question was never asked – part of it is as glad that it wasn’t bad as it is honest that maybe, Addie is curious about the answers, too. 

  ‘Probably shouldn’t ask Holden that while Addie’s around,’ jokes Drew.

  ‘Ha-ha. Very funny.’

  Drew looks at her and shrugs, a smile peeking through. (Addie found it a little bit funny and he can see it.) He sighs a little and scratches the place above his eyebrow, glancing at Marianne. ‘What kind of romantic things are we talking about?’

  ‘I don’t know.’ Marianne waves her hand in a vague motion, then lets it go back to fiddling with the bun. ‘Um, dates, quality time together, gifts or flowers or whatever, that romantic sappy kind of shite.’

  ‘It depends, then,’ Holden says, voice deep and laced in thought, just as Drew speaks with confidence, ‘Very important.’

  Drew chuckles and Holden smiles, too, but Marianne doesn’t look very reassured, so Drew leans forward in the chair, placing his elbows on the table with his hands crossed. ‘Look, it depends on the guy, yeah, but most guys like the romantic stuff. Going on dates, getting flowers and chocolates, candlelit dinners and just spending quality time together is a big deal. Not having that is just kind of… I don’t know.’

  Marianne nods. She’s looking at Drew as if she were soaking his words like a sponge, and not one that likes them. 

  ‘I don’t really agree,’ says Holden, after letting out a little ‘hmmm’ sound. ‘I mean, it really depends on the guy, but also the partner. Look at Addie and I – we spend most of our time together at work, or doing work, and it’s something we love doing so the time we spend together doing that is what we’d consider quality time, right? And you don’t— We don’t need all that romantic stuff. If you know someone likes you, there’s no need to constantly show it. If it works already.’

  Addie just stares at the ground. All eyes are on her, now, even if not physically – she can just feel the attention on her. Does she agree? Yes, for the most part, and it’s not her Marianne is asking this time. They’ve already spoken about this. Marianne knows Addie enjoys the approach she and Holden have with the relationship.

  When she finally looks up, she catches Drew’s eyes for a moment, and then they’re gone before she can read them. ‘Well,’ he says, ‘I guess it depends on your relationship and your boyfriend, then.’

  ‘My friend’s.’ Marianne nods with a smile that looks like it’s about to slip off. ‘I’m asking for a friend.’

  Drew leans back. ‘Sure, yeah. I hope your friend manages to sort it out.’

  Marianne thanks him, then makes a joke about the goulash being finger-licking, and within moments everything’s as if there wasn’t just a serious conversation. A little later, Addie walks Holden out, receiving a gentle kiss on the lips before he leaves. Drew sticks around for a little while longer and when Marianne invites Drew to their group’s annual Fourth of July party (very exclusive), Addie feels like it’s another unpredictable-Marianne moment she should’ve foreseen. 

  For better or worse, though, Drew shakes his head with a little sigh. ‘Thanks for the invitation, but I’ve already booked a flight home.’

  ‘Oh.’ Marianne nods, not even trying to hide her disappointment. ‘Shame. We throw the best parties around Atlanta.’

  Drew chuckles, tugging his jacket sleeves over his arms. ‘I don’t doubt that for a second. I’ll catch one of them, at some point.’

  ‘Yeah. You should.’

  Addie is leaning against the wall, watching them talk about their plans for the Fourth of July, and realises she’s happy that Holden’s met Drew. She’s happy he’s integrating into her friend group, at least bit by bit. It kind of makes everything more real; more permanent. Later, she finds out from Marianne that Drew messaged her, thanking her for the goulash experience. When she’s lying in bed, thinking about all the work she needs to do tomorrow because she slacked off today, a thought pops up: Marianne’s birthday is going to be soon, and that is bound to be a wholesome party.

  Addie falls asleep with a smile on her face.

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[giaourtopita]

Hi ♡ Could I ask for some headcannons of the brothers on how they'd spent Valentine's Day with mc?

valentine's day headanons with the brothers

thank you for the request!! i know it isn't valentine's day here anymore but it still is somewhere else so here you go!! also, some parts are bigger than others!! i hate this holiday but i hope you'll enjoy this!!

warnings; gn mc, lots of cuddling tbh.

- first of all i would like to say that i think that some of the brothers wouldn't know of valentine's day, or the devildom would have something along those lines but not quite. that is because valentine's day is not an actual religious holiday.

lucifer

- he woke up early in the morning and didn't say anything about valentine's day, he was acting normal during breakfast.

- during the student council meating he was taking more and more work to do from home and was more than ready to overwork himself like usual.

- diavolo noticed that maybe lucifer wasn't aware of the holiday in the human realm so he had to physically take all the new paperwork from his arms and force him to go home early for the day.

- mc was upset that he didn't know but then again he's very busy so they couldn't exactly blame him, his attitude towards work and his handful of brothers were too much for one person to handle, human or demon.

- in fact instead of doing something very fancy mc wanted something simple to do with him.

- they decided that spending a relaxing time together would be much better than going at ristorante six and just dining.

- mc prepared his favourite food while he was at the meeting. they thought maybe they could stay at one of the common rooms if no one was going to use them.

- their first choice was the planetarium or maybe the attic, since the latter used to be lucifer's sanctuary.

- when they finally decided which one of the two was more appropriate to use lucifer was already home.

- without any explanation mc dragged him to the planetarium where they also brought their mattress, the food they had cooked and drinks.

- mc and lucifer spent the rest of the day and all of the night in the planetarium eating, having a few drinks and holding each other. it was a nice change for lucifer who barely had any time to himself.

- needless to say lucifer was embarrassed he wasn't able to do anything for them but he started planning for next year so he can make it up to them.

mammon

- he knew about it, the witches were nagging him to give them their money back so they can get valentine's day gifts.

- he was annoyed at them, why do they keep summoning him?? all he wants to do is spend time with mc not with some witches.

- once they stopped with the summons, he started thinking if what to do.

- mc wasn't done with rad for the day but mammon didn't want to wait, once mc was out of one of the classes. they both skipped rad and headed back home.

- mc knew something was up because normally mammon wouldn't skip rad unless he wanted to be punished by lucifer.

- they told it would be better for him if they both got back at rat while they still could but mammon had other plans.

- they went back home and changed their clothes, mammon didn't want the both of them to wear the rad uniform out, people would spot them much easier.

- "mc i saved up some money and you can choose your gift for valentine's day"

- mc didn't really care about gifts, their gift was right in front of them so they just kissed him and informed him that they would rather spend time with him than go shopping on this day.

- they went to a convenience store instead and got snacks so they could eat while watching a movie.

- they started watching the movie and ate their snacks but soon enough they found themselves ignoring the movie and snuggling up against each other.

- mc was petting his hair and mammon was laying on mc's chest. mammon still couldn't help but blush, but he was glad that he got to spend time with mc without his brothers or the witches interrupting them.

leviathan

- also knows about it, he has watched many human world anime so he knows.

- levi doesn't really like it because it's a normie holiday but he's allowed to do normie stuff once in a while especially if it's with his normie.

- even though levi was very shy to talk to them about it for valentine's day he had made a whole plan on what to do that day.

- he started buying chocolates and other kinds of heart shaped snacks ahead of time so no one would suspect he would do something a normie would do.

- when it was finally valentine's day all the snacks and gifts he ordered from akuzon.

- he called mc to his room but acted like it was a normal day.

- mc also prepared something for valentine's day, they were going to wear a maid outfit to surprise him.

- when mc arrived in his room, he didn't expect them to look like that. he was a blushing mess when he saw them he even tried turning around to hide how red he looked but mc stopped him.

- he was very excited for valentine's day that he felt like he would ruin his plans by talking about them in front of mc.

- levi gave them all the gifts he got them, mc gave him a soft kiss on the lips right before two laid down on his bathtub to watch some shoujo anime.

satan

- he knew about valentine's day but didn't really think mc would like it as a holiday.

- he probably thinks it's kind of a stupid holiday anyway but for mc he would celebrate it.

- also acted like it was a normal day.

- using his connections he got them a reservation at ristorante six. since he really likes spending time with mc but he knows that some of his brothers are very clingy when it comes to them he would use this an excuse to go out with them.

- after rad was over for the day satan told them to put on their fanciest outfit because they would go out at night, he also made sure to tell them to keep it a secret from his brothers since they would probably ruin it for the two.

- they talked about valentine's day and what they did during the day, it was so calm and satan had so much fun that he thought maybe valentine's day isn't that stupid.

- once the dinner was over they headed back home, mc bought him a new book. it was a romance novel, perfect for the occasion, they thought.

- mc gave it to him, it was wrapped in a pink wrapper and there was a pretty green bow tied around it.

- satan unwrapped his present and seemed really excited to read it. mc suggested he read it for both of them when it's time to sleep.

asmodeus

- when mc told him about valentine's day he got very excited, i mean in a way he IS the avatar of love so this is his specialty.

- mc whoever told him that they don't want to go to a club again. mc told him what they had in mind and he got so so excited!!!

- asmodeus is probably the most artistic out the all his brothers so he really liked the idea of going on a picnic date to paint.

- they prepared together two baskets, one with food and another one with art supplies, asmo really liked this idea as it wasn't what he was used to. in his mind, people failed to realise that he was much more than a narcissistic horny person.

- this date cheered him up, and it made him feel truly loved. sure people loved his looks but no one seemed to care much about his personality so this made his heart beat a little faster, in a good way.

- they decided they would paint each other as a competition. asmo won and as a reward he asked mc for a kiss. mc gave him not one but three kisses, one on the forehead, one on the right cheek and a final one on the lips.

- after they finished with the picnic, asmo suggested they take a bath together. asmo started running bath and mc took all the dirty utensils and started washing them. once mc was done they went to asmo's bathroom and joined him in the bath.

- nothing naughty happened except asmo kept kissing mc's neck.

beelzebub

- he didn't know about valentine's day but when mc told him about he got pumped.

- mc told him they wanted to bake sweets with him to celebrate.

- mc had to warn him not to eat any of the ingredients before they started.

- beel tried his best not to eat the ingredients but he did eat some raw cookies. mc really did appreciate how hard he tried not eating anything so it was all good.

- once all those goods they baked were done, the two ate them. it was a really fun activity and beel really liked it.

- later during the day beel found some limited edition heart shaped chocolate in one of the shops that sell sweets like that. since beel was one of the best customers the shop owner gave him a few of those chocolates for free.

- beel came home excited and gave them to mc as they told him that that's how humans do it in the human realm.

- mc pulled him into a tight hug and told him that they should share the chocolates.

- they spent that night cuddling in mc's bed, beel laid down first, mc gave him three kisses one on each corner of his lips and one on the lips before laying down on beel's chest.

belphegor

- mc had been complaining the mattress in their room was too firm for their liking (belphie didn't like it either).

- since he knew about valentine's day he decided to get them (he was going to use it too obviously) a new mattress.

- he out of all people knows the best what is comfortable and what is not.

- he took mc mattress shopping for valentine's day, mc wasn't 100% okay with that however they were he had something in mind for the both of them to do.

- belphie took them there and started laying on every bed. he pretended to be asleep so mc would kiss him to wake up.

- though he did fall asleep a few times on the store, they eventually managed to find a mattress that was good enough for both.

- once it was time to put it on the bed, belphie left for a moment.

- he came back with his cow pillow. mc couldn't believe he was just going to sleep on a mattress without any sheets.

- "this is also your present"... "no it's not my pillow i just got you a matching one"

- mc also bought him a gift. it was a puffy body pillow with a cow print matching to his original pillow.

- once they made up the bed, belphie made mc use their new pillow and mc made belphie try out his new pillow. resulting the two in falling asleep while spooning each other.

(i don't even know if half of what i wrote makes sense it's 4:30 am and i have to wake up in a few hours i-)

[donutloverxo]

So sorry

Summary- You max out Steve's credit card. Will you be able to make upto him?

Warnings- smut, daddy kink, deep throating, spanking

Pairing- Steve Rogers x brat!reader

Word count- 2k

Masterlist

You took a deep breathe, sipping from your champagne flute, scrunching your nose at the bitter taste of it. Why people liked alcohol you’ll never understand. In your opinion if something isn’t sweet then it doesn’t taste good.

You smiled stealing glances at the huge diamond chandelier above you. You tried your best to conceal your amazement, you didn’t want to seem as if you didn’t belong there. Until now you had only seen other people own designer bags and brands. You were from a simple middle class family and still a student who never really had any money of her own.

You figured you’ll never own a chanel bag or a cartier love bracelet, they were ridiculously overpriced anyway and totally not worth it, but you still felt drawn to them. They were always out of reach. Until Steve that is.

When you started dating him you never expected to have him buy you such amazing presents. He seemed like a simple minimalistic guy. But judging from your big fat tiffanys engagement ring, and many other things he has bought for you, being an avenger apparently paid well.

He gave you his credit card for your expenses and ‘some fun' like three months into your relationship. You never really used it. You didn’t want to take advantage of him, he already did so much for you and took such good care of you. But now that you were practically married, his money was your money. So maybe you can buy that Hermes bag which costs more than your rent? He asked you to ‘don’t go too crazy with it’ Would four thousand dollars really be that crazy?

“Look at the material on this. It’s made of lamb skin” Stacey gushed feeling the baby pink bag on her fingers.

She was the root cause of your crazy shopping spree. She practically forced you to spend so much money, you’re not even sure how much damage you’ve done in total but you know it’s pretty bad. She was a victorias secret model who had legs that went on for days and brown skin as clear as crystal. She was also Tony's new flame, unlike you she didn’t really have to worry about the bill.

“It goes so well with your hair!” she raved clapping her hands and looking at you as if you’re the most adorable thing she’s ever seen.

“I can’t” You whined resisting the urge to pout, that only works on Steve. “I’ve already spent so much. Maybe next month” You tried to reason more with yourself than her.

“Oh girl” She tsked you moving closer to you to whisper “I’m sure you can find some way to make up to Steve. He’s too whipped for you to care anyway”

You grinned at that. He was a lovestruck fool. It was so warming to know that you inspired that kind of passion in him. “how would I take care of him?” You frowned. You don’t really make any money. You will after you get a job but it still wouldn’t be nearly as much as Steve. You looked at her deadpanned face and then it dawned on you “oh” you breathed.

“Yeah” She nodded “now put your money where your mouth is. Men are easy to control, you’ll learn soon enough” She winked as you handed over Steve’s credit card to the cashier. You were happy to have such a beautiful bag, but you couldn’t ignore that nervous feeling in the pit of your stomach. Were you nervous or excited? You couldn’t decide.

You hurriedly punched in the code for yours and Steve’s suite in the Avengers tower, your birth year, opening and closing the door with your foot, your hands were too occupied carrying the loads of bags. You planned to hide your clothes and bags but you were too late.

There he was, the love of your life, the apple of your eye, your future husband, sitting on the couch, his left leg crossed over the right one. He looked at you as you gave him a nervous smile, pathetically trying to hide the bags under the dining table.

You slipped over to him kneeling to his side on the couch, it was time to butter him up “I missed you so much Stevie” You squealed hugging his bicep and nuzzling your nose into his cheek. He opened his mouth to say something, but you captured his lips in a bruising kiss. You slipped your tongue into his mouth, massaging his tongue with yours. You moaned into his mouth, knowing how much he liked it when you made those sinful amazing noises. You straddled his lap pressing your titts onto his chest chest as you trailed kisses down his jaw and neck. He pulled you closer to him, if that was even possible, by your waist.

“Wait” He said but didn’t stop you from sucking on his earlobe. He sternly said your name which made you freeze. You could be cute with Steve all you like but when the captain comes out, you know you’re in trouble.

You pulled away looking into his bright blue eyes and fluttering your new eyelash extensions. “Looks like you had fun” He said looking at your bags which were somewhat visible from the couch.

You grabbed his chin to make him look at you, oh how much you wanted to kiss that frown away but you can’t be too obvious. “I did daddy” you rolled your hips against his, pleased with the way his breathe hitched.

He held onto your hips to stop your ministrations “I got a call from the bank. You maxed out my credit card princess”

You whined wanting to stomp your foot but you can’t, not from this angle “But you said I could buy whatever I want”

“I also told you to be responsible with it. Just because we have money doesn’t mean we should be so careless with it” He reasoned.

You had to really fight the urge to roll your eyes. He was probably right but you weren’t going to admit that, not right away anyway. Instead you rolled your hips one more time, ignoring the way he called your name again.

You smirked when you felt his erection poking your thigh. You remembered the first time you felt it, after a heavy make out session, you hadn’t seen it but were so ridiculously afraid to fit him inside you.

You knelt before him as he stared at you, stalking your every move. You spread his knees making room for yourself between them and went to work on unzipping him.

“You can’t just get on your knees whenever you want to get your way” He sighed putting his hand over yours.

“Do you want to see my new bra?” You wondered. You unzipped your dress pushing the straps down to reveal your pale blue satin push up bra with a little bow in the middle, as if you were a present to be unwrapped. You could see him swallow, his fists clenching so hard, his knuckles turned white

You smirked at the small victory taking him out of his briefs and kissing the tip “Hello there little soilder. Did you miss me?” you pressed an open mouth kiss to his tip.

He bucked his hips up hissing at you “You played with him just last night” He said and cringed at his own words. You laughed covering your mouth with your hand. You had successfully infected him with your ridiculousness.

“Ooh” You cooed lapping up his precome before swallowing him whole, fitting whatever you could in your mouth. Over your relationship you had gotten better at taking him in your mouth but you still couldn’t fit all of him. He never really let you spend too much time on your knees anyway.

He bunched your hair up into a ponytail, probably to get a better look at your face. “No” You said pulling him out of your mouth, pushing his hand away from your hair “I just got it blow dried” you complained, his cum and your lipgloss smeared all over your lips and his cock.

“You’re such a brat” He grumbled “off with this” he bent over to unhook your bra slipping it off and exposing your titts to him. You should’ve known, modern lingerie didn’t really interest Steve, he liked seeing you in simple comfortable nightgowns. He sucked one into his mouth as you tried to hold in a moan. You gasped as he bit it, releasing it with a pop as he sat back against the couch, watching you with glossy lust-filled eyes.

You sucked his ball pulling it with your lip as he massaged your titt. You pumped him with your hand as more of his come came out of his tip. You couldn’t resist, you had to get a taste so you placed him back in your mouth.

You could feel how close he was by the way his cock twitched in your mouth. Usually, you’d swallow him whole or make him come on your face or titts. It depends on his or your mood. But today you had a purpose. You pulled him out of your mouth, looking at him with your best puppy dog eyes “My jaw hurts, I need a break” You made of show of massaging your jaw. It did somewhat hurt but not enough to stop.

He made a sound that was somewhere between a moan and a cry. You looked at his angry red tip, looking as if it was about to burst. “It must be painful?” You asked stroking his length with your hand. He groaned desperately nodding his head “It is doll. Please”

“Well I can’t keep my daddy waiting” With that he was back in your mouth so deep that your nose almost touched his blonde curls. You swallowed around him as your tongue licked stripes up his slit. “Jesus Christ” He sweared holding onto your neck. Even if he was upset with you he wouldn’t mess with your hair. Not when it looked so pretty.

Abruptly he pushed your mouth off him. You looked at his red flushed face and neck as he rigorously stroked himself, spurts of his come landing on your titts. He groaned and moaned and cursed, holding onto your shoulder.

Finally he sat back against the cushions looking into your eyes as you gathered some of his cummies on your fingers before sucking on them. “So yummy” You moaned.

“What am I gonna do with you” He shook his head.

You smirked feeling as if you had won. You pulled a few tissue papers out of the box from the coffee table cleaning him up and pressing a kiss to his cock before tucking it back in his pants. “Just love me and spoil me. You wanna see what I bought? I could put on a show for your” You perked up at the opportunity of trying on your dresses for him. You knew you couldn’t get past the second dress, with the type of clothing you had bought, you were bound to get your pussy fucked raw at the end of it.

He hummed “Sure – but before that” Before you knew it he hauled you up, manhandling you and placing you over his knees. “you have to be punished” He stroked your ass over your panties warming you up “How much do you think you deserve? How about fifteen for every grand you spent” He delivered a slap over your panties before pulling them down.

It would be a long night and you would love every second of it.

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Okay, are Mac and Maya the kind of kids who go completely wild and tear the wrapping paper off their presents, or do you think they take their time so they can reuse it later (even for something like a school project or decorations for cards)?

okay, so

- as babies and toddlers they go hog-wild on their gifts and are allowed to do so - Amy makes sure to buy kid-safe wrapping paper that they'd even be okay to chew on if they wanted to. It hurts her order-and-precision senses so much at the beginning, but Jake convinces her that like 50% of the fun of getting gifts is the chaotic unwrapping for kids, and the way Mac and Maya squeal with their shreds of paper and torn off ribbons and whatnot seems to prove him right.

- but when they get a little older, Mac especially notes how careful and beautiful Amy wraps their presents (she matches the paper and the bows, never reuses a print pattern, and has obviously taken a little course at some point for some fancy folding techniques) so he decides to be more careful. He'll probably never get to perfectly unpacking things so that the entire paper can be reused, but he makes sure to go along the lines and find the tape to pull off instead of ripping it apart, and they do safe+reuse ribbons and such.

- Maya tries too, but she's a little more, uuuh, ham-fisted in her style (more Jake-like, to be honest) so she'll rip the papers apart far more often. But she does love to decorate her part of the kids room (and later her own room) with the bows and flower decorations that Amy sticks on top of their presents often.

- in elementary school Maya's teacher asks them to bring in pretty paper and other craft material whenever they can, so they'll always have a collection for whatever they're working on. That's the point when Maya really does become careful, and will actually scold Mac/Jake/anyone... if they tear the wrapping paper she was planning to collect....! even though they're not even her own gifts 😂 She just wants to impress her teacher so bad... she is Amy's daughter after all... and tbh when Amy brings in the box of beautiful wrapping paper and decorations that she and Maya have collected from christmas, birthday and other celebrations that year, her teacher is so delighted and keeps commenting on how perfect those prints are for their projects and both Amy and Maya are just absolutely beaming with teacher's pet pride...

- (Jake teases Amy for it endlessly, but he does get a little choked up when Maya makes him a birthday card+origami gift from the prints she knows he picked out for their past birthdays)

[sevlgi]

never been yours

requested: yes

group: red velvet

pairing: seulgi x fem!reader

genre: angst, questionable fluff

contents: college!au, best friend!seulgi, based on huh gak’s empty words mv.

warnings: none

synopsis: It’s so painful to be in love with Seulgi when you know she’ll never be yours.

a/n: this mv and and song were both so beautiful, I hope I did them justice! please request more drabbles based on mv’s, this one was so fun to write.

word count: 3.3k

You once thought love would be beautiful.

It is, but it’s not beautiful in the way that most think it is- soft smiles and touches, sweet words and tender glances. People think love is butterflies, the kind of fluttering in your stomach that makes you blush and makes your cheeks hurt from smiling.

Even you thought it would be like that once. You thought love would be the thing that made you smile when you cried, the best thing to ever happen to you.

And you’ve had plenty of those moments with Seulgi, in the very beginning of your feelings for her, back when it was just a simple crush. You’ve laughed together in art class, exchanged smiles that lingered too long to be just between friends.

She has been your light in the darkness, the person who never fails to make you smile. She’s the one you’re in love with, the one you wish could be yours.

But now that you’re in deep, painfully in love with someone who’ll never feel the same way about you, you know that love isn’t beautiful in that way at all.

Instead, love is being so so so close to someone but still feeling hundreds of miles away. It’s clutching on to memories of good times that might have been just a dream, and feeling empty when you’re by yourself.

It’s watching the love of your life slip just out of your grasp. It’s smiling painfully at your best friend who’ll never feel the same way about you, and it is the sound of crystal shattering on the concrete floor.

Love is something that has never been yours, just like her.

“Y/N, happy birthday!” Seulgi laughs, throwing her arms around your neck in a hug that’s more of a squeeze with how tight it is. 

You can’t stop the grin tugging at your lips as you let your hands linger on her waist for a little too long, pulling back to admire the way her smile crinkles her eyes into crescent shapes. She’s so beautiful. “Thank you. You didn’t have to get a gift…”

“Of course I did,” your best friend scoffs as she takes a seat across from you. It’s too hard to find time for an actual birthday celebration when both of you are busy students in college, so you’re settling for a lunch together outside of campus. To you, anything’s perfect as long as it’s with Seulgi.

The murmur of chatter around you in the restaurant is mere white noise as you stare at the pretty blue box on the table between the two of you. “Come on, open it.”

You’re too gentle with it, fingers tugging too lightly at the white ribbon tied in a bow on the top that Seulgi just laughs and takes it from you to unwrap it herself. 

Inside, resting on black velvet, are two bracelets, matching ones made of delicate silver with pink crystal shapes. “You like them? They’re for us,” Seulgi tells you, observing you.

“I…” They’re perfect, you want to say. Like you. “Of course, they’re so pretty.”

She smiles again, that adorable scrunch of her nose making you feel warm and sweet inside. “Thank god! It’s long overdue, we deserve something like this. You’re the best best friend anyone could wish for, you know?”

“Of course,” you laugh, but it sounds empty even to you. “You’re perfect too. The perfect best friend.” Not just best friend. 

“We’re going to be best friends forever, you know,” Seulgi continues, motioning for you to hold out your hand. Chills run up your spine when her fingers brush against your skin as she rolls your sleeve up. “You and me. We’ll never be apart.”

You try to mirror the sweetness in her grin. “Yeah. Never.”

The words are bittersweet in your mouth, and the taste of jjajangmyeon can’t mask it. The two of you might never be apart, but Seulgi will also never be yours, not in the way you want her to be.

Does the silver of the bracelet feel like ice against her skin too?

You head to the student center on campus after lunch to play games, joining a few other of your friends. They give you their little presents and coo over the matching bracelets you wear. 

Sooyoung and Yerim are sweet, but you’re transfixed on Seulgi, who always seems to shine the brightest to you. “Yah, Y/N, pay attention to the game!” your friend Sooyoung nudges you. She’s the one on your team, insisting that you and Seulgi have too much chemistry to be fair. “What’re you staring at?”

“Sorry,” you mumble, returning to the game of jenga on the table in front of you. 

Yerim laughs lightly beside Seulgi, who smiles at you comfortingly, teasing, “Sooyoung-ah, don’t give her such a hard time. She’s helping me win!”

“Am not,” you manage to protest. “You’re not that important!”

Holding a hand to her heart, your best friend makes an offended face. “And here I thought I was your best friend. I’m hurt!”

Despite how ridiculously fake you know Seulgi’s expression is, you catch yourself wanting to apologize. Thankfully, you’re saved by everyone looking to the entrance, where two boys stand. One waves at your friend group, and Sooyoung waves back.

“Who’re they?” you ask, not liking the way the other one smiles at Seulgi. 

Yerim waves them over. “The one who waved is Kyunggu, he’s in one of my classes. His friend, I don’t know, but the more the merrier, right?”

You don’t respond, the smile barely hanging on when Kyunggu’s friend introduces himself as Doyoung and ends up sitting next to Seulgi. He talks so easily with your best friend, conversation flowing as easily as when she talks to you.

It’s there again, the bitter taste of jealousy coating your tongue and forcing the smile off your face. You can’t muster up even the fakest smile, earning you a few concerned glances from your friends.

You have to remind yourself, Seulgi isn’t yours. She’s just a best friend, and Doyoung is just a new person she’s being friendly to.

It hurts to remind yourself over and over again.

“I don’t know, he’s just so sweet and cute!” Seulgi continues, mostly ignoring the food in front of her. Usually, you’d be happy to listen to her ramble, but not when she’s going on about Doyoung. “He’s a perfect gentleman.”

“I’m sure he is.” It feels like you’re forcing the words out. “Are you going to date him?”

Seulgi looks out the window with a dreamy expression on her face, chin resting on her palm. “Maybe, if he asks me out. Do you like anyone yet?”

I love you. “No.” You stab at the rice in your bowl with your chopsticks. I love you I love you I love you. “It doesn’t sound all that interesting to me. Love’s overrated.”

“L-love?” she sputters,, face growing redder. “Who said anything about love? I just like him, that’s all.”

You roll your eyes, avoiding meeting Seulgi’s eyes in case she can see the lie. “Sure.” Like a spell had been cast just by saying his name, Doyoung appears at the entrance to the cafeteria, and you hate the way your best friend lights up at the sight of him.

“Doyoung, over here!”

He smiles at the both of you, but you don’t miss the way it’s different when he smiles at Seulgi. “Hi. Can I sit?”

“Can you?” you mumble under your breath, but you plaster on a fake smile when he looks at you. “Of course. Want me to grab you a chair?”

“That’s really nice of you,” he grins back. There’s logically no reason to hate him; he’s perfectly nice and a great fit for your best friend. But it hurts, and you press your fingers to your sternum when you walk away to try and quell the feeling in your gut.

The two of them are already laughing together when you walk back with the chair, Doyoung looking perfectly natural in your chair. He offers to vacate it for you, but you tell him it’s okay when it’s not.

It’s not okay for you to be feeling like this, not when he’s nice and sweet and everything Seulgi looks for in boys. It’s not okay for you to be feeling like this about your best friend, but you can’t find it in you to walk away from her.

You’ll do anything not to lose her.

Seulgi brings you along to a hangout with Doyoung, Kyunggu, and some of their other friends a few days later. They end up deciding to play basketball, and Seulgi, being the bubbly and charismatic girl she is, plays with them while you sit on the sidelines.

You hate how adorable she is when she grins and claps happily after scoring, hate the butterflies in your stomach when she laughs and waves at you. 

If this is love, you don’t want it. You don’t want to feel this way ever again, don’t want to feel the emptiness in your chest when Doyoung’s hands skim over Seulgi’s waist.

But you can’t find it in you to say no to her, even when she invites you to another hangout at Doyoung’s dorm the next week. It’s just playing video games together, and Doyoung is incredibly nice when he offers soda and snacks to both of you.

You manage to enjoy yourself when you’re playing, but you can only smile painfully when they put on music and dance together after the game’s over.

If only you could be in Doyoung’s position, the one dancing and laughing with her, you know you’d give Seulgi the world. But there’s no way she could ever feel the same way about you, so you can only hope that he gives her the world in your place.

Because that’s what she deserves, even if you won’t be the one to give it.

Seulgi slips away, piece by piece by piece, like sand trickling through your fingers.

You don’t mean to let her, even amidst the business of college. You mean to hold her as tight and close as you can, invite her for lunch whenever you can and go over to her dorm to just talk together, but all of a sudden, she’s always busy.

She can’t have lunch with you because she’s hanging out with Doyoung, or she can’t come over because she’s already at his dorm.

It hurts every time, like little glass shards being stabbed through your skin, but you always smile and wave her away.

You see her at the park one day, a lone figure sitting on a bench with golden leaves drifting down around her. Of course you lift your hand and open your mouth to shout for her attention, but she’s suddenly joined by a tall, short-haired figure.

She was never yours, but she feels so much farther away all of a sudden, and you hate it. You hate all of it, the urge to kiss her whenever you see her, the way you can’t stop smiling even at her dumbest jokes.

There’s no point to any of it, not when you’ve loved her for so long. It’s not something you just forget, and even though it hurts so much, you don’t think you want to forget, either.

Art class without Seulgi is no fun, and not just because you feel empty without her by your side. The room is so much quieter when there isn’t her laughter echoing off the walls, her silly jokes that always make you smile.

Doyoung’s in the class too, but he’s so much harder to ignore when Seulgi isn’t there to distract him. He tries to talk to you, but conversation is so stilted that he gives up.

Even your painting reminds you of her, the burgundy red you chose the same color as her sweater the day she promised to be your best friend forever. The brown is like her eyes, glittering golden under the light, and the pale pink looks like the crystal on the bracelet that you don’t have the heart to take off.

You stare at that painting for longer than you should have, and the sky is dark by the time you’re strolling in the hallways on your way back to your dorm.

It’s not rare to see couples on the benches at this time of day, but something makes you stop to stare at the two on the bench a few feet away from you.

Your heart seems to break cleanly into two when you realize who they are- Seulgi, delicate hands on Doyoung’s neck as he kisses her, eyes fluttering shut.

All feeling seems to escape from your legs, and you tumble to the concrete floor, back against the rough wall of the hallway. You’re numb to the slight pain in your knees, only feeling the sour feeling in your nose and the hot tears welling up.

You try to hold in your sobs so that they don’t hear you, staring at the ceiling in a futile attempt to push the tears back. Your fingers tremble as you unclasp the bracelet on your wrist, the metal clasp finally releasing with a click.

It feels like you’re treading on your own heart when you drop the piece of jewelry to the ground, a piece of crystal shattering immediately. But the thought of the same bracelet on Seulgi’s wrist as she kisses Doyoung makes you run, the image of shattered pink crystal on concrete burned into your eyes.

You cry for what seems like days when you get to your dorm. It probably is days; your roommate doesn’t question you when she sees the tears spilling over, just hands you a pillow for you to muffle your sobs into and closes your bedroom door once you disappear inside. She brings tea and food occasionally, but you can’t find it in you to eat.

The buzzes of your phone fill the silence, punctuated by the occasional sob, but you ignore them. You consider flinging it across the room when you see messages from Seulgi, but decide against it in favor of just crying your feelings out.

You don’t know why it hurts so much, why something that’s supposed to be the most joyous thing in the world is the most painful feeling to you. Every tear that slips out burns your skin, and every rattling sob only pains you, but the crying is therapeutic. Maybe. 

But of course, fate is never in your favor; mere minutes after you manage to calm your tears, your roommate knocks to tell you Seulgi’s here.

You barely bother with makeup to cover the redness of your nose; you can’t disguise the swelling of your eyes anyway, and it doesn’t matter. Seulgi would never feel the same about you, not when she has a cute boy to kiss, so it doesn’t matter how you look.

When her eyes widen in shock and concern at the sight of you, you almost regret it, but you can barely muster up a smile for her as the two of you head out of the dorm in favor of strolling through the halls.

It’s silent at first, a kind of awkwardness hanging in the air between the two of you that you’ve never felt before with Seulgi. Finally, she breaks the silence by whispering, “Were… were you crying?”

“Yeah.” You’ve never been one to lie to her, not when it’s always so easy for her to see through you. “Don’t worry though.”

“How can I not?” There seems to be a sob building up in Seulgi’s throat, and you turn to her to confirm it. She’s staring at your wrist, bare of the bracelet you shattered nearly a week ago, and there are tears glimmering in her eyes. “Y/N...”

Sticking your hand into the pocket of your jacket, you hide your wrist so that Seulgi’s forced to meet your eyes again. “It’s nothing. Seriously. Just… concentrate on your boyfriend and be happy.”

“My boyfriend?” Seulgi repeats, eyebrows furrowing. Realization dawns on her just a few seconds later, mouth opening in a soft ‘o’. “Y/N, it’s not what you think!”

You can’t stop the scoff that slips out, the roll of your eyes that only brings more tears to Seulgi’s eyes. “So, you were just kissing Doyoung as friends? That’s what friends do now?”

The brunette shakes her head so fast that you don’t know how she isn’t dizzy already. “It’s not! I… I thought I had feelings for him, and that’s why I let him kiss me…”

“And what? You don’t have feelings for him anymore?” you sneer. You don’t mean to sound so bitter, but you also can’t deny that it’s how you feel. You’re so, so bitter that Seulgi isn’t yours, that you can’t be the one to kiss her under a full moon and have her hands on you. “Isn’t he ‘so sweet and cute’? Isn’t he the perfect gentleman and everything you ever wanted and-”

Everything happens in a flash; Seulgi’s hands are suddenly fisted in your shirt to pull you forward, and her mouth is on yours as you stumble. She doesn’t kiss like you thought she would, lips soft and tasting like sweet vanilla sugar.

No, Seulgi kisses you hard enough to bruise, all lips and teeth and tongue. Even when you relent, your own hands resting on her waist, her hands are still scrunched in your shirt so hard that her knuckles are white.

It ends too quickly, leaving you gasping for air, but Seulgi pulls back to almost shout at you, “He is, but it felt wrong. It felt so wrong to kiss him, when you’re the one I’m in love with!”

“Wh-”

“No, you’re going to let me talk,” she demands, her eyes shining with a fervency you’ve never seen before. “You think I haven’t noticed? You’ve been acting so tortured, so caught up in your own world! Even Sooyoung and Yerim noticed, on your birthday. Hell, even Doyoung noticed!”

Even Doyoung- “But most of all, I noticed,” Seulgi says, the words sounding uncharacteristically harsh. “I notice everything about you, Y/N, because I love you, and I think you love me. These past few months weren’t just hard for you, they were hard for me too. It hurts me to watch you destroy yourself like this just because you aren’t brave enough to tell me how you feel!”

“I…” Your brain seems to be short-circuiting, Seulgi pushing you up against the wall. The usually carefree girl looks desperate, the tears shining in her eyes maybe more angry than sad. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I just… I never thought you loved me back.”

“Because I hide it better than you.” There seems to be tears slipping down your cheeks too, the taste of salt on your lips. “Because I wanted to see if you would fight for me! I want to be yours, but you’ve never made a move.”

You gain enough control of your limbs to be the one to tug Seulgi toward you this time, pressing your lips together again. “Then why didn’t you?” you breathe out, the words soft as you’re mere inches away from her. “Why didn’t you make the move?”

“I was scared too, dummy,” she admits, biting her lower lip gently. You don’t ever want to move from this position, your hands cupping her face and hers linked behind your back. “We were both scared.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t have been scared,” you laugh lightly. “We should’ve just made a move. And you can be mine now, if you want.”

Seulgi smiles again, tugging you so close that your bodies are flush. “Yours.”

And when you kiss again, it isn’t hard at all, not like before, but the gentleness with which you handle each other will stay much longer than a bruise.

Because you’re determined not to let go of her again. Because Seulgi is finally yours, and you’re hers, and maybe you were wrong that she was never yours.

Maybe she always was.

[myhockeyworld87]

Birthday Boy - Sidney Crosby

Word Count: 1,764

POV: Reader

Requested: Yes

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Language

Notes: Just a little something for our Birthday Boy!!!!

In your four years of being with Sidney, just shy of two of those being his wife, this day was always the hardest; his birthday. What did you buy the man that literally could have anything he wanted? It wasn’t like he needed a new watch, as he was pretty consistent in the one that he wore all the time. You’d got him new cuff links at Christmas as he’d lost one of his favorite ones during a road trip; only to have it turn up the day after New Year’s, though he still wore the new set you got him. This year you were pretty confident that you’d gotten him a unique and different gift though, getting him a signed copy of his favorite book. It’d been hard to track down but you were excited when it came in. Hiding it as you came up to Cole Harbour was another story.

He never looked in your suitcases, yet there he was the night before you left searching for one of his sweatshirts, he swore you had. Never mind the fact that you actually did have that article of clothing. Thankfully though, you’d intercepted him and pulled out the garment right before he found it. Now here you were at the summer house, surrounded by your family and friends to celebrate the man you loved turning another year older. Everyone was gathered on the deck, as you brought out the cake to sing ‘Happy Birthday.’ He pulled you down to his lap as everyone sang, and you pecked him on the cheek as it ended. “Make a wish, babe.”

“I have everything I ever needed right here.” A cute little blush stained your cheeks even after two years of marriage. He blew the candles out, then you took over the cutting and distribution with Taylor as Trina brought over his gifts. Sid always insisted he didn’t need anything and most of the gifts were just fun little things to make him smile like his mom always buying him his favorite socks, though she insisted that she was going to let you take that over some year. He always saved your gift for last, as you stood beside his chair watching him. “Hmm, too heavy to be more socks.” He said with a little laugh.

“You can guess all you want, but you’re never getting this one right,” you chirped him back and he just tore the wrapping paper off.

His face lit up instantaneously, as he looked at the limited-edition book. When he opened the jacket cover, his mouth fell open. “Baby, how did you…where did you? This is amazing.” He got out of his chair and quickly captured your lips in a searing kiss. “Thank you.” He finally breathed out, and his hand went over the cover with such reverence.

“You’re so welcome, now who needs something more to drink?” The party restarted and lasted longer than you expected. You and Sid, stood at the door waving Nate and his girlfriend goodbye when you finally got the chance to ask him about his gift. “So you really like the book then? I was so worried that you’d found when we were in Pittsburgh.”

“I was completely surprised, though I do kind of miss my other birthday gift.” Every year you always sweetened his gift with a sexy little number that was a private gift to him, but with the party this year, you hadn’t gotten the chance to yet to celebrate like you both wanted.

“Oh, well why don’t you lock up the house and I’ll meet you in the bedroom for that part of your gift.” His tongue snuck out to lick his lips, the action sending a thrill down to your core. You kissed him, quickly before heading upstairs, grabbing the sexy lingerie you’d picked out especially for this day. It was a two-piece black lace little number, unique in design. The sleeves were long, which were unusual for lingerie, but it tied right at your breasts and you liked the idea that he could literally unwrap you as a part of his gift. The thong matched the lace of the bra top and tied on the sides as well. It took no time to put the number on and by the time Sid came in the bedroom, you were already laid out on the bed waiting for him. “Happy Birthday, my love.”

A low whistle escaped his lips as he drank in the sight of you sprawled out for him. “Happy Birthday to me.” He was on the bed over top of you before you could blink. “I like this. You’re like my own lil present, eh?”

A soft giggle left your lips. “That’s exactly why I bought this one.”

“Perfect choice,” and then his lips were on yours, his tongue swirling with yours, as his lower body pressed into you. You moaned as you felt his hard cock rub against you, and you couldn’t help but think that this was definitely a gift that you both could enjoy. Gathering his shirt in your hands you lifted it off his body and over his head, before letting it fall off the bed.

You pushed at his chest, and he pulled back. “Lie back,” you told him and he rolled onto his side of the mattress, while you crawled over the top of him, kissing first his lips then moving down his chest. When you got to his waistband, you gripped it with your teeth and heard him suck in a breath. Your hands made quick work of ridding him of his shorts and boxer briefs, and you kissed and licked him all the way up his calves and thighs. His hands threaded threw your hair as you licked a stripe up the underside of his cock. It twitched under your touch and you looked up at your husband from under hooded lashes, to see the grin on his face before taking the head between your lips. You swirled your tongue around the head, then slowly took his length into your mouth.

“Fuck baby,” he hissed out. Your hand curled around what part you couldn’t take in and worked both your mouth and hand up and down his shaft. “Your mouth feels so good,” he praised and you worked a little faster before popping it out of your mouth and working your way down to his balls. Gently, you squeezed them before sucking on them. “Jesus,” he whispered harshly into the empty room. His hands feathered through your locks, urging you back on his shaft. This time you swallowed him right away, pressing your tongue along the underside, while you hummed back in your throat. “Damnit, babe.” The next thing you knew he was pulling you off of him and you were on your back, Sid looming over you. “You’re gonna make me explode if you kept that up and I haven’t even unwrapped my gift yet.”

“Oh well by all means,” you offered as you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.

“God I love you.” He breathed out, then kissed you hard on the mouth. He trailed kisses down your collarbone, working his way to the bow that was nestled between your breasts. He grabbed one tie between his teeth and pulled. Luckily, you had it tied that one pull, and your breasts would be on display for him. “So beautiful.” He pushed one sleeve off, then the other, before taking your breast in his mouth; swirling his tongue around your nipple. You arched into his mouth, and his strong arms came down to hold your hips still. “Easy babe, this is my present and I want to take my time opening it.” He moved to the other breast giving it the same attention. You couldn’t help the moan that left your lips and you squirmed underneath him, wanting more.

Sensing your need, his fingers stole down to rub clit which was still covered with lace. His fingers danced along your cloth-covered folds and you could feel yourself growing damper in anticipation of what was to come. Finally, he untied the sides of your panties, and he grabbed the front pulling them off you. “Mmm, I love how wet you get.” Two of his finger, curled inside you, stroking in and out of you pussy.

“Please Sid…I need you.” You whined.

“I need you too (Y/N).” He pulled out his fingers and you whimpered at the loss. It wasn’t long before he lined himself up and pushed into your entrance easily, both of you moaning at the feeling. He was buried deep inside you before he captured your lips and started to move. After four years together, it still amazed you how badly you wanted each other. One leg wrapped around his waist as your hips rose up to meet each thrust. Sweat dripped off both of you as you moved at a feverish pace. Soon a familiar tingle started to make its way from somewhere deep within your body. “That’s it babe, cum for me.” Your legs trembled as your climax tore through your body and you moan out Sid’s name. He thrusts a few times then followed you, spilling inside you, before collapsing on top of you. You held him tightly to you, loving the feel of his body on top of yours.

He only ever stayed a few moments like that, but you treasured them when he did, running your hands up and down his spine. Eventually, he rolled to his side, cock still buried inside you. “Did you have a good birthday my love?”

“The best.” He breathed out, dropping a kiss to your nose and lips.

“So what did my birthday boy wish for?”

“If I tell you, it won’t come true.”

“Really Sid, we’re going to carry the superstitions to birthdays now?” You teased, feeling his cock soften inside you. You started to pull away, but he held you tight to him.

“Well, I suppose I should let you in on.” You gave him a questioning look. “I wished for a baby.” You blinked rapidly at his words. The two of you had talked about it the last month or so, and decided to try but with no luck.

“Well, today’s always been your lucky number.” You realized then why he kept his cock buried in you.

“Let’s hope so.” As luck would have it, Sid’s wish came true as you found out five weeks later you were pregnant, the doctor basically saying that his birthday was the day you conceived.