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heyiwrotesomethings · 2 years ago

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Happy Holidays Maddy! 💕 Alright, so in the spirit of christmas can we do a Kirari x Sayaka x Reader where the reader invites her girlfriends to their home for the holidays while their parents go visit family? The reader basically teaches them how to have a normal, calm, and small christmas without gambling and stress. Just nice and fluffy <333 (and maybe kirai would be a little clueless to the idea of a normal christmas since they probably had to gamble for their own gifts-)

A Normal Holiday

Kirari Momobami x Sayaka Igarashi x She/Her Reader

A/N: Ignore the fact that it’s January please. If I didn’t have fifty requests to sift through, I would have tried to have this one done earlier. Anyway, hope you like it! Word Count: 2,555

“(Y/n), what is your favorite winter holiday tradition?” Kirari asked out of the blue. Presumably because she was looking for any excuse to not look over the dull election challenge propositions Sayaka had placed before her.

“My favorite tradition?” (Y/n) sat back in her chair as she thought, “I guess I like decorating cookies, the food in general is really good. Sledding can be fun too if there’s enough snow, watching movies, hanging out with the family… it’s too bad, with the election still going on, I’m not going to the family get-together this year.”

“You shouldn’t have to skip out on family time to monitor election matches,” Sayaka voiced, her brow furrowed in concern, “Do you need me to talk to Yomozuki-san to get you time off?”

“No, it’s fine. Besides, I wanted to spend the holidays with my two favorite people. I thought it would be nice.”

Sayaka blushed, a small smile working its way upon her lips. Then, back from her unnoticed pondering, Kirari chimed in,

“I am confused.“

“What about?” (Y/n) asked.

“Does your family not take part in the time-honored tradition of gambling for your right to the family banquet? That’s my favorite and then watching the younger children test their skills to earn desirable items.“

“Oh, uh, no. No, we don’t do that.” (Y/n) was well aware that Kirari’s upbringing wasn’t like most to say the least, but she always managed to catch her off guard with the little insights about her life she would casually drop as if some of the things she said weren’t the most horrifying things (Y/n) had ever heard.

“A shame,” Kirari seemed genuinely put out, “And you, Sayaka?”

“I usually study in preparation for the new term. My parents are away so it makes a conducive study environment.”

Again, (Y/n)’s heart twisted uncomfortably in her chest. Though Sayaka’s family life lacked the extreme eat-or-be-eaten mentality Kirari’s had, they were quite cold and withdrawn. It was no wonder to (Y/n) why Sayaka tried to be number one in all that interested her, number one of (Y/n) and Kirari’s hearts especially since her parents seemed so uninterested in Sayaka’s academic accomplishments.

“This is exactly why you two should come stay at my house over break. I think it would be good for you to try to have a normal holiday where you don’t sit at home alone or watch small children cry because they had to gamble away their toys. Ririka is encouraged to come too if she wants.”

“She told me she was staying with Saotome for break, actually,” Kirari disclosed, “I thought it would be interesting to see how Saotome lives, but she said if I came to her home, it would be, ‘on sight’, whatever that means. Ririka clarified that it was a form of threat. However that’s neither here nor there I suppose, I’ll be happy to join you for break, (Y/n). And you, Sayaka?”

“Of course I’ll come!” Sayaka nearly yelled. She couldn’t fathom loosing out on quality time with either of them.

“Great! Okay, do we want to exchange gifts? If so, we should establish a price limit.”

“Exchange gifts?” Kirari cocked her head to the side, “As in bartering?”

“If it’s easier for you to think of it that way, then sure. You give Sayaka and I something you think we’d like and we each give you something we think you would like. And Sayaka and I give something to each other.”

“Fascinating. And where does the gambling come in? If we lose, do the gifts meant for us get destroyed before our eyes?”

“No, no, there isn’t any destroying. Just giving.” (Y/n) wanted to be as precise as possible for Kirari, but she knew that her words could easily go in one ear and out the other with her.

Kirari hummed, she appeared to be elsewhere in her thoughts, but the little displeased pout of her blue lips at least gave (Y/n) an indication that she had been heard. Whether or not that would matter was yet to be determined.

Sayaka on the other hand looked very invested. (Y/n) could see that she had taken out a notebook. What she could possibly have to take notes on related to gift giving, (Y/n) was unsure.

“What were you thinking for the price limit?” Sayaka asked, a perfectly logical question.

“How about no more than 3,000 yen per gift?”

“Only 6,000 total? That hardly seems adequate.” Kirari chimed.

“It’s plenty for a couple sweet little presents. Trust me.” (Y/n) assured.

After the incident of their six month anniversary where Kirari bought Sayaka and (Y/n) a spaceship ride to the moon, the literal freaking moon, (Y/n) thought it would be a good idea to make sure they stayed in Japan, or at the very least, on Earth by limiting Kirari’s spending.

“If you say so… what can you even get for 3,000 yen? A carton of milk?”

“More than that.” (Y/n) answered with the patience of a saint.

Turning back to Sayaka, she could see the girl had taken out her laptop and a calculator. Her eyes ablaze with determination, she was no doubt treating this as a challenge. (Y/n) reached across the table to still Sayaka’s hands over the keyboard.

“Don’t take it too seriously, sweetie. We’ll love whatever you get us, right Kirari?”

“Anything I receive from Sayaka is sure to be unexpected. I will cherish it always.”

If at all possible, steam would have spouted from Sayaka’s ears from the combined touch and praise. She released a strangled noise of understanding and when (Y/n) pulled away to sit back down in her chair, Sayaka was more interested in slightly swaying in her chair with a giddy smile on her face.

“I had better see if Runa needs me for any last minute gambles before I go home. I need to get the house set up and I have presents to buy,” (Y/n) got up from her chair once more and maneuvered around the table to give Kirari and Sayaka their customary departing kisses, “Come over around noon on Saturday and be prepared to spend the night.”

When Kirari and Sayaka voiced their understanding, (Y/n) left them under the soft blue light of the humming fish tanks, excited to get to work.

***

It was all set.

Nothing too extravagant, but she did put up some decorations and lights around the living room and made the couch into a comfortable fort of sorts, her presents for Kirari and Sayaka placed next to the selection of movies they could choose from. She had sugar cookies baked and cooled, ready to be frosted with a sampling of colors. There would be the usual feel good holiday snacks and dinner as well. There wasn’t much snow outside, but they could make little snowmen if they wanted too. It was sure to be a good experience for the girls. (Y/n) hoped it would have a good impact on them.

The doorbell rang and (Y/n) leapt to the door. She grinned when Sayaka and Kirari came into view. Sayaka was carrying two overnight bags over her shoulders, one presumably Kirari’s, and two presents in her hands. Kirari also had two presents in hand and (Y/n) let out a silent sigh of relief at their ordinary sizes. (Y/n) hugged them both and practically dragged them inside.

“Come on in!”

“I feel as though your home gets smaller every time I see it.” Kirari drawled.

(Y/n) playfully rolled her eyes. She knew better than to be offended by Kirari’s blunt observations.

“It smells very nice in here.” Sayaka complimented softly, the warmth and gentle calm of the space already making the usually stiff and anxiety riddled girl feel more at peace.

“Thank you! Here, I’ll take those bags. You can put the presents by the tv over there.”

(Y/n) put the overnight bags away, then the fun began. They started with decorating cookies. Kirari looked quite interested at the prospect having never had to do any food prep in her life.

Kirari’s cookies looked every bit as if a small child made them. More frosting seemed to get on the counter than the cookies themselves. Meanwhile Sayaka’s looked immaculate, but she had only decorated four out of the thirty cookies (Y/n) had baked in the time it took her girlfriends to do ten each. They helped her out of course, and sampled their work.

“It’s quite good,” Kirari marveled, “I shall take a few back to Ririka when we reconvene. She would enjoy this sort of thing. It is missing the thrill of possibly being poisoned by Miyo and Miri, however.”

“I could mix some salt or something spicy into the frosting of one of the cookies if that’ll help.” (Y/n) half-joked, but seeing the gleam that came across Kirari’s eyes, she found herself desecrating a perfectly good cookie to please the decidedly stranger one of her two girlfriends.

She mixed a teaspoon of salt into a leftover frosting bowl and slathered one of Kirari’s messy cookies with it before putting it in a small line up for Kirari to choose from. Sayaka and (Y/n) watched expectantly as Kirari picked a cookie and took a bite.

“Safe.” Kirari hummed, her tone almost disappointed, before taking another bite.

After washing up, they decided to get cozy and watch a movie. Sayaka had never looked more pink than she was sitting between the other two while sharing a giant, fluffy blanket. She was definitely the most touch-starved out of the three, and when Sayaka seemed to freeze up, (Y/n) was worried they were overwhelming her. But when she tried to give Sayaka more room, her hand reached out to pull her back in.

Sayaka actually ended up falling asleep before the movie was even halfway through. Kirari and (Y/n) spoke softly about the plot over her head as the film progressed, occasionally getting sidetracked by how cute Sayaka looked.

Once the credits began to roll, (Y/n) and Kirari brainstormed what to do next. After spending so much time warming up beneath the blankets, the chill the outdoors promised seemed less appealing. (Y/n) proposed playing a board game and then having dinner.

Kirari was enticed by the idea of a game so (Y/n) let her pick whatever she liked from the cupboard while she tried to rouse Sayaka with a few kisses and sweet words. Her cute, sleepy confusion was so different from the usual serious expression she wore at school.

“(Y/n), what is this Catan game?” Kirari asked, while Sayaka rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

“Oh that one is pretty fun. Basically, you play as a settler and try to collect resources by rolling dice—“

“So it’s gambling?”

“Uh, fundamentally yes. I suppose it is. You want to build settlements and cities near resources with numbers that have a better chance at being rolled, but if someone rolls a seven and you have more than seven cards, you have to give up half of them. It’s both parts strategy and luck.”

“We shall try this one then.” Kirari nodded with finality and strode confidently to the table with (Y/n) and a blanket burrito named Sayaka trailing behind her.

It wasn’t terribly surprising that Sayaka would come out as the winner. She had listened very intently to (Y/n)’s explanation of the rules and took as pure of a strategic stance as she could, not taking chances in placing her initial settlements on unlikely numbers. She also made sure to put them on diverse crossroads to ensure a possibility at every resource available. And she took advantage of the ports, and proposed very diplomatic tradings and got development cards and… yeah she was a beast.

Kirari, conversely, put her initial settlements in questionable places. (Y/n) could defend her first choice of placing a settlement right on the port for two resources instead of three, but then she put her second one between a twelve, a two and the desert. On the bright side, she seldom had to worry about the robber taking her cards when a seven was rolled. In fact, Kirari probably rolled the robber more than anyone which was good for her since it gave her the opportunity to steal a resource card for her meager pile. Then when it came to trading what little she had, she was very…personal about it.

“Sa-ya-ka,” she’d croon, “if you have an an ore to give me, I’ll give you a kiss.”

“Kirari, you can’t just—“ (Y/n) had tried to argue at first, but Sayaka was already pushing the card towards her, biting her lip in anticipation.

(Y/n) pouted and crossed her arms over her chest as she watched Kirari reward Sayaka with a lingering kiss. This behavior would not have flown if this was one of the election gambles that she needed to oversee on a daily basis.

“Done?” (Y/n) asked with a bit of snark when Kirari returned to her seat, leaving Sayaka a little out of breath.

“Not quite,” Kirari smiled, leaning forward, “(Y/n), if you have a grain you are willing to part with, I’ll trade you a kiss.”

(Y/n) sat still for a few beats then quietly slid a card towards Kirari’s pile.

Honestly Kirari probably could have won if Sayaka wasn’t Sayaka.

They left the game out with the intention of playing again later and then got dinner ready. Sayaka was more of a help than Kirari on that front, but thankfully nothing went terribly wrong. They had a pleasant meal and then remembered that there were holiday gifts to open.

First they opened the gifts (Y/n) gave and then the ones Sayaka gave, each was thoughtful and sweet and each recipient made sure to voice their gratitude, but then the time to open Kirari’s gifts came. Sayaka and (Y/n) shared a confused look as the pulled matching sleek keycards from their boxes. At first, (Y/n) though Kirari had ignored the price limit and got them exclusive limitless credit cards or something, but then Kirari supplied,

“You will be able to access my home at any time with those keycards. I trust you’ll make a habit out of using them often. Day,” Kirari smirked, “or night.”

“Kikikikikikiki—“

“I think you broke Sayaka.” (Y/n) managed to say, though she seemed at least a little flustered as well.

“She’ll reset herself soon.” Kirari assured.

(Y/n) leaned over to plant a quick kiss against Kirari’s cheek in thanks, “We will be sure to come bug you often.”

“I would hope so.”

***

They played another round of Catan and then moved back to the couch for another viewing of whatever caught their eye and eventually both Sayaka and Kirari fell asleep. (Y/n) carefully got up from the pile so she could take a picture with her phone. As she looked down fondly at the new photo, she blindly reached for a cookie from the counter.

She was really glad they had been able to get together like this. Hopefully they would continue to do so for years to come. Perhaps they could even get Ririka and Mary in on it, but with how much Mary hated Kirari it probably wouldn’t be likely.

“Oh! Bleh! Gross!” (Y/n) quietly yelled, spitting into the garbage. Of course she would be the one to end up with the salty cookie.

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a-fistful-of-birds · 2 years ago

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The President is a What?

Chapter 1

This is my first ever fanfiction by the way so any and all feedback is welcome! ^-^

Word count: 1,754

Paper bats and orange streamers littered the walls; plastic pumpkins filled with candy adorned every table. Cutout ghosts hung from the ceilings, swaying gently from the movement of students below. Snack bars were placed in every room, attracting students with brightly colored candies, apples, and drinks.

Whoever was in charge of decorating did a damn good job for such little notice. The student council president had been known to make short notice arrangements from time to time, and now had been no different.

Hyakkaou Academy was hosting a Halloween party, allowing for friendly no stakes gambling.

Gambling with candies instead of money meant house pets were on equal terms with their peers for one night, allowing for convenient practice before returning to the grueling pet system.

The halls were packed with students, the apparent rise in temperature from having so many people in a small area suffocated Sayaka as she forced her way through the crowds in search of the president. Squeezing passed two students, Sayaka finally reached the main room for candied gambling. The secretary had resigned herself to overseeing the main room when she realized the president wouldn’t be showing up anytime soon.

Whoever decided that replacing the normal betting chips with candies would be in for a mouthful later as crumbs covered the floor and chocolate stains were beginning to show on the pristine card tables.

‘Who would be irrational enough to make THIS choice for alternative playing chips?’

Sayaka stood in thought as she stood at the edge of the small balcony and surveyed the mass of students downstairs. Most everyone was dressed up as various creatures i.e. zombies, vampires, werewolves, etc. Yumeko was playing a form of blackjack near the center of the room, wearing a devil costume that would make a sailor blush. Such a getup would have shown way too much skin for her personal comfort as Sayaka imagined herself in her place. Mary Saotome was gambling against Itsuki while dressed as a…scarecrow?

‘Maybe it’s because her hair is already the color of straw..’ Sayaka thought to herself.

However she was in no place to pass judgement, Sayaka had picked out a werewolf werewolf costume which mostly consisted of her school uniform, with fake ears and a tail. Sayaka had drawn whiskers on her cheeks. Plastic fangs sat uncomfortably in her mouth, fumbling around anytime Sayaka tried to speak. She was quickly torn away from her thoughts as someone beckoned to her.

“Oh ~Sayaka!” Yumeko called out, “please be a dear and come watch our game.”

“Be right there!”

While she would have preferred to stay on the balcony, Sayaka knew it was fruitless to argue with Yumeko, especially when she was in the heat of gambling.

Sayaka had made it to their table. “Oh, how cute! You’re dressed as a cat!!” Yumeko held her hands up like cat ears, “Can you meow for me?”

Sayaka’s face flushed.

“I’m not a cat, I’m supposed to be a werewolf.” Sayaka huffed, looking away to hide her annoyance.

It was already embarrassing enough to be dressed in anything but her normal school uniform but to have attention purposely drawn to her by the most popular girl at school was almost too much.

“Aww, that’s too bad. I think you would look adorable as a cat, but you’re still cute as a werewolf!” Yumeko happily chimed before resuming the game.

Sayaka didn’t respond to the comment and tried to calm her heartbeat. She didn’t have to look to know that Yumeko was undoubtedly winning by a landslide. The visible crater of veins in the forehead of Yumeko’s opponent’s head was enough to deduce that he had not won a single game tonight.

Sayaka would feel bad for him if she didn’t know challenging Yumeko to any game would lead to an automatic loss.

After they had completed the match, Sayaka helped clear the table off for the next game, working methodically to make sure no candy crumbs would become smashed into the carpet.

Sayaka had started back up the stairs after resetting multiple tables and making sure students had access to various types of games which didn’t require her supervision while she would be gone.

Midari could be heard in the distance attempting to get somebody to play Russian roulette with her. Thankfully it appeared nobody but Midari was looking for any life threatening thrills tonight.

As she made her way back up to the balcony, Sayaka wondered where the president could possibly be as she was supposed to be in charge of overseeing the night’s events.

‘Maybe she’s gone back to the student council room, everything out here seems to be well under control so it’s likely that she just isn’t feeling entertained enough at the moment.’

Sayaka made her way through the main lobby of the school, making a B-line for the student council room as she was eager to ensure the president was alright.

As she entered the hallway leading to the council room the lights briefly flickered threatening to go out but ceasing as they remained steady in the ceilings. Sayaka took note to inform the school janitor about the issue when she bumped into him later. Sayaka reached the entrance to the student council room.

Turning to shut the door behind her, Sayaka didn’t have time to survey the room before the lights snapped off again. This time they did not come back on.

“Oh you have got to be kid-” Sayaka couldn’t finish her sentence before an arm quickly pulled her further inside. Unable to rid herself of the person dragging her, Sayaka opened her mouth to scream.

“Not a word.” A hushed voice whispered, clamping a hand over Sayaka’s mouth. A candle sat in the back of the room, emitting just enough light for Sayaka to see the perpetrator’s silhouette. Whoever was dragging her further into the room didn’t seem to be dressed up for the festivities. Panic set into Sayaka at the thought that a stranger from the outside had managed to get into the council room.

It was dark enough that she could quickly escape back into the main halls of the school and call for help if she could get just an arm’s length away from her captor. Sayaka had been a part of martial arts and track clubs growing up and would be able to outpace most of her other peers given the chance.

Unable to say anything, Sayaka struggled against the other person in an attempt to free herself, pushing into the other person in an attempt to knock them over. The grip on her arms tightened as the figure righted themselves with a grunt before Sayaka found herself shoved into a wall.

“Do that again and you’ll have other problems to worry about.” the figure whispered against Sayaka’s ear.

Giving into her temporary defeat, Sayaka relaxed, allowing the cloaked stranger to lead her further into the room.

The lights in the room flicked on and Sayaka found her face beginning to flush as she realized who she was being dragged by.

“President! What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be overseeing the party.”

Kirari continued dragging Sayaka further into the room to where a set of previously blocked off doors sat. “I’m aware. I was waiting to see how long it would take for you to come find me. I understand you have a knack for wanting to make sure everything runs smoothly even if it means managing the situation yourself.”

“I was just-” “ I want to get your opinion on this. You know how these doors lead to nowhere for no apparent reason? Do you think they could actually lead somewhere, maybe a secret room hidden behind the walls?”

Sayaka worked her jaw in thought, taken aback by the sudden onslaught of questions from the president, who was feeling the wall behind the faux doorway.

“I’m not sure why they would lead to a secret room to begin with, the student council room is already locked off from non-members to begin with so there is no reason to have yet another set of secrets.” Sayaka only received a blank stare in response, urging her to continue. “However, depending on how old the building is and if it held any other organizations before us, it couldn’t be completely ruled out to have a secret room somewhere.”

The dull thud of drywall hitting the floor sounded in Sayaka’s ears.

“P-president! What on earth are you doing?!”

“What?” Kirari brushed off her uniform and stood looking proudly at Sayaka. “I took what you said and gambled on it being a secret room! Well that and the fact that the drywall sounded completely hollow when I knocked on it.”

Sayaka glanced back to the fist sized hole which until now was shielded by the thin material.

“I think it would be best to leave this for now, your presence may soon be requested from the rest of the council..” Sayaka trailed off, disappearing for a moment to retrieve the first aid kit leaving the president to sweep up the mess.

Kirari hummed before closing the doors.

As they started their walk back into the bustling hallways, Sayaka worked up the courage to ask about the president’s lack of costume.

“President, how come you aren’t wearing a costume? Everyone else is dressed up.”

Kirari wrapped an arm around Sayaka, pulling her head close enough to speak directly into Sayaka’s ears. Sayaka blushed from the sudden warmth engulfing her. “Good question, maybe I wanted to spark people’s intrigue by not dressing up, or maybe I wanted you to pick out a costume for me.” Kirari whispered. Sayaka flushed, grabbing Kirari’s arm in an attempt to keep herself there to hide the burning redness in her cheeks.

Sayaka felt a hand gently tugging the fake ears on her head.

“Maybe we could match.” Kirari grinned.

“P-president! This isn’t appropriate, I can find you a set of ears if you would like to match! I-“

A hand stopped Sayaka from continuing. Her eyes refused to make contact with Kirari’s as she felt the cheap Halloween ears being lifted away. She doubly refused to acknowledge the president’s face now, as she knew a smug grin would be waiting to see her reaction to the president clad in fake werewolf ears.

She refused to acknowledge the smirk. She refused to get lost in those eyes which ran deeper than the ocean itself. She refused to allow herself to drown. No, not tonight, another day.

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I should also mention the better half of this chapter (aka the first half) was written last October, so the writing style may have a noticeable change. My apologies if it’s a bit wordy dirty in the beginning because of it!

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