#Please shop small business during the holidays!

[pixiesndberries]

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃, 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍 —

a small series of Jujutsu Kaisen men as your husband !

☆ OUR STARS : Nanami Kento, Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Choso Kamo, Aoi Todo, Toji Fushiguro, and more !

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━⁠ WARNINGS : none

ෆ PIXIE'S NOTE ! : heya pookies I know it's been a while 🙏🏻 but here I am creating another series to pay off the days I wasn't posting so much —⁠ forgive me my pookies 🏃🏻‍♀️💨 we have holiday break so I'm going to grind a lot 😝

NANAMI KENTO, as your husband !

• Nanami is the perfect standard for male wife, argue with the wall —⁠ this man knows how to cook, clean his home, does his own laundry, and mostly basic life skills that most men barely know which is pretty much a big turn on.

Nanami who always supports your decision as long as it doesn't have any bad effects in your life, he respects you a lot to whatever you do in your life —⁠ he thinks that just because you are married it doesn't mean he have full possession on you, though sometimes when you asked for his opinions about your decisions in such situations he isn't shy of what he thinks.

Nanami the type of husband who will always do small and big things for you even though you can do it yourself —⁠ carrying groceries for you, helping you in the kitchen, sending you to your work, helps you clean the house, and goes to the mall with you.

; he surprisingly took the shopping bags form your hands gently "your hands will get numb, this is pretty heavy." he says with his usual tone as he looks at you softly, you can't help but to smile in his small little gestures and gosh it's making her heart melt.

"thank you, kento." you say as you gave him a big smile and pressed a kiss on his cheeks making him grin.

Nanami who is being a worrywart when you don't reply quickly when you're out with your friends late night —⁠

; kento | sent a message.

10:24 pm

kento : just got home love ❤️

kento : what time are you going home?

11:04 pm

kento : love, tell me when you're going home I'll pick you up ❤️

kento : is everything going alright?

kento : kind of worried, hope you respond soon 😅

11:07 pm

kento : please reach out to me when you can so I can pick you up ☺️

kento : I'm worried 😢

you : love I'm fine sorry, we we're drinking just a tiny bit 😭

you : you can pick me up now 🏃🏻‍♀️💨

Nanami the type of husband to use cringe emojis but you appreciate it anyways, he barely use his phone or try to use emojis —⁠ headcanon : he learned using emojis from yuji or gojo 🙏🏻 you find it silly and cute anyways.

Nanami who's phone is always filled with your photos and some sceneries with you in it —⁠ he doesn't like taking photos of himself that much though, he loves taking photos of you and look through it when he's not busy or when he misses you and he's at work.

Nanami when he learned how to use Instagram and he can't stop posting you —⁠ Gojo probably tried influencing him to use social media once and he was like no??? not until one time you took a photo of him during one of your dates and you asked him, "hey can I post this?" and of course he said yes and after that you kept posting him at some times which led him to the idea of posting you as well since he thinks you deserve it too.

; nanami.kento1990

tagged : @y/n.igcom | ❤️

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Nanami who is nervous to talk about the future he wants with you — not totally nervous it's more like when you talked about kids you wanted soon with him he will always be like, "sure I also thought about that." with his usual tone but deep inside talking about it was his hyper fixation and he can't stop thinking about it.

Nanami who never in his life forget about giving you flowers in small or big occasions —⁠

; "happy mother's day." he says softly with a grin in his face as he hands you a bouquet of your favourite flowers, "kento, I'm not a mother yet." you laugh as you take the bouquet from him, admiring the flowers for a second. He never fails to make you feel happy, "maybe soon?" he chuckles then makes his way to give you a hug. "sure." you laughed and happily hugged him back tightly, exchanging I love you.

Nanami who never left by your side especially when you are not okay, he will leave his work for a day or even weeks if you really need him by your side —⁠ he will never get tired of comforting you; if you need a shoulder to cry on? He's there. He can stay all day in bed with you to make you feel better —⁠ take you out in a vacation if that's what you really need or probably do every house chores just to make you rest.

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[leascorner]

j.b.b. | First Christmases

Summary: A series of firsts for Bucky around Christmas time.

Pairing:  Bucky Barnes x coffeeshop owner!f!reader

Warnings: Use of Y/N and feminine pronoums, a few mentions of trauma and food, probably inacurate facts about NYC as I've never been but who cares

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: This is the first Xmas OS of the series. I've been wanted to do this series for a couple of years now, so excited. Please do share and like if you enjoyed it, it means a lot!

2024 Christmas Masterlist | Main Masterlist

As friends

“Here,” Y/N hand appeared in front of Bucky’s face.

His sleep-deprived eyes looked away from the windows to discover the cup of tea Y/N was handing him. A smell of orange and cinnamon immediately tickled Bucky's nostrils. It smelt exactly like he remembered Christmas to smell like. One of the few memories he was sure it hadn’t been corrupted by Hydra and that morning he was grateful for it.

Bucky nodded to thank her and watched silently as she took place on the stool next to him. It was one of the few slow mornings the coffeeshop had during the year. With the holidays coming up, busy New Yorkers had slowly started to leave and were replaced by tourists. Those ones seemed to live on a totally different schedule and during those times, the busiest time of the shop was usually around ten a.m. instead of seven.

He quickly detailed her figure. She was wearing her usual green apron on top of a thick sweater. This winter, the weather had been dry, but freezing. Even with a lot of clothes on, a beanie and gloves, it had been pure torture for Bucky to walk the two blocks between the Avengers Tower and the shop that morning. He couldn’t even feel the hot cup in his hands as his fingers were still so cold.

Looking back through the store front, Bucky continued to do what he was doing before Y/N joined him: watching the streets slowly waking up. In the dark, all he could see was the lights of New York. The city was brighter than the Christmas Tree in the Avengers Tower’s lobby. For anyone having seen it, it wouldn’t be possible (yes, it was this bright!); yet, from where he was sitting, Bucky found the sight breath taking.

It looked nothing like the New York he had known. Of course, they already had electricity back then. However, those lights they had given the streets a much more muted ambiance. He had never taken the time back then to study the city – too busy living his life like any young adult; yet he was sure if he did, he would have found the same comfort he felt today.

This was home. His home. And even after all those years, he had finally come back. Damned the guilt or the nightmares that kept him awake so late at night or made it difficult for him to sleep at all. Damned the probation the judge had felt was necessary when Steve brought him back and the fact that he, for now, had to live in a narrow perimeter. He was right where he belonged.

Suddenly, Y/N trembled with joy on his left. Bucky furrowed his brows, and she pointed out to the portion of sky they could see from here. She showed him a small white object in movement that was so small Bucky had to squint his eyes before he finally saw it too.

It was snowing.

“It’s not really a Christmas in New York without snow,” Y/N softly spoke. From the sound of her voice, Bucky could hear the smile imprinted on her lips.

This sentence, he had heard it before. It was exactly what Rebecca – his sister – would say on the few years snow had taken its sweet time to lay a thin white layer on the streets of Brooklyn. Y/N and her were more alike than he had originally thought. Of course, he had thought of his sister when he first met her. Y/N like Rebecca was always content, eager to live and to share with others. One of the few that had kept her innocence even going in adult age.

Y/N had been one of the first person he met in New York after Steve brought him back. He needed a place to escape the tower’s agitation, and he found this coffee shop with a door open and a nice smell he couldn’t quite tell what it was. He had bought a tea, and she had offered him a part of the pie of the day; it was the most delicious plum pie he had ever eaten. He came back every week for six months straight – officially, to try on more pies; unofficially, he just liked being here. He always sat on the same chair, near the window, watching the business of New York while he tried to calm the storm in his chest. Somehow, it was relaxing. He felt like he was in a bubble out of time while the rest of the world continued to run its course. She had been let him be, always welcoming him with a warm smile and she waited for him to accustom before starting to exchange more than a few trivialities.

Y/N was a good friend. Not forcing him to speak when he didn’t want to. Being here in silence to keep him company - they didn’t need many words; silence would speak for themselves. Accompanying him as he worked out his trauma and guilt. She truly was a light full of life, and she was as bright as New York.

Bucky nursed the drink in his hand, watching as the snow seemed to fall in slow motion. As it snowed and it snowed some more, and with every snowflake, the weight on his chest lifted. His thoughts only focus on the present. It was so appeasing that he could feel his eyelids become heavy. At his side, he could feel Y/N’s body heat irradiating and warming him up. He felt so relaxed that he decreed that if he could, he would stay like this forever.

Somewhere in the distance, a church bell rang and suddenly, he remembered what day it was. It was Christmas. A holiday he just knew he would love from now on. Especially if he spent it with her.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

She turned to him and smiled sweetly. One of her smiles that made his heart flutter for some reason.

“Merry Christmas, Bucky.”

As a couple

“What was it like?”

Bucky, to whom Y/N was sitting back against his belly, inhaled, eyes slowly closing. They had stayed in the Avengers Tower today while the first snow covered New York City of its famous white coat. Y/N had watched a couple of Christmas TV show and Bucky stayed cuddled at her side, feeling absolutely content of his situation. She was now reading, and Bucky was slowly falling asleep.

“What was it like Christmas before-”, she carefully chose her words, “before the war?”

Y/N sat up between Bucky’s leg to be able to look at him and his sleepy figure.

“Well, it was much simpler I feel like.”

Y/N looked at him silently. It wasn’t frequent Bucky would discuss his life before Steve got him back to America. While he never discussed his time with Hydra, he also discussed very little of the war and even less of his life before the war. She knew this was a once-in-a-lifetime occasion and that she had to listen up.

“We would have Christmas dinner. Really simple. Tomato Soup. Turkey. Mashed potatoes,” he enumerated. “A bit of pudding- and that was it.”

Y/N nodded. Bucky reached out to bring a string of hair behind her ears. Slowly, she cupped his hand in her own and brought it to her lips to kiss his knuckles. Smiling, he brought her closer, her side now lying on him.

Stroking her hair, he continued: “It was a small dinner, just the four of us. Father, Mother, Rebecca and me.”

One of his hands had started to roll a string of her hair around one of his fingers. It was something Y/N would sometimes catch him doing, mindlessly.

“Would Steve celebrate with you sometimes?”

 “Yes, his mom and him did a few times. On Christmas day, we would all go to church.”

Looking up to him, Y/N noticed how his eyes had become clouded suddenly. It looked like ache; ache of not being able to live more moments with his family ever again. He was still grieving his past life and his family; it would always be a part of him missing.

“You know, we would wrap present in newspapers.”

“Really?” she raised an eyebrow. “So Tony wasn’t so much of a pioneer as he thought he was.”

“No, I just think he was just lazy.”

Y/N laughed softly, and Bucky brought her closer to him. In the few months they had officially been together, Y/N had brought him so much. If he did have a lot of regrets about his life, he would never trade what he had now for what he had back then. He wouldn’t even trade watching silly Christmas TV movies with a Y/N snuggled with him on a cold winter day for all the gold in the world.

“We could bring tomato soup and turkey to Rebecca next weekend. What do you think?”

Bucky’s eyes shinned of a special spark; he swore she couldn’t make his heart fuller. “Yes, I’m sure she would like it.”

It was moments like this he would treasure forever.

In their first shared appartement

“That’s way too big!”

Bucky, a few steps away, turned around a smirk on his face, eyes laughing. Y/N rolled her eyes and while he got closer, nudged his shoulder though a smile also drew on her lips. She turned to the pine tree that he had previously shown her. It was enormously large and probably as high as the ceiling in their apartment in Brooklyn. From where she was standing, she could smell its perfume, just like one of the candles she loved.

“I think it would look great in our living room.”

“We don’t even have furniture yet!”

They had both just signed the lease of the first flat that they would live together in. They had gotten the keys when on their way back to the Avengers Tower, Bucky had insisted to stop to the Christmas Tree Shop a few blocks down.

“I have everything I need.”

“But a Christmas tree,” Y/N argued.

He laughed.

Looking around, Y/N reviewed the other trees. Too small. Too few thorns. Not enough dense. Nothing quite comparable to the specimen in front of them.

“Alright, alright.” Y/N consented. “But I am the one to put the star at the top.”

Bucky hugged her, kissing the top of her head before searching for the owner of the farm shop to buy the tree.

A few hours later, Bucky had already picked up the tree and put it up in their living room. It was now the dreadful part – unfolding the Christmas lights they had just bought. They did so as Bucky told her the story of when his parents had brought his first Christmas tree home, when he was not even ten years old. He had stars in his eyes and Y/N was glad to see him this happy. It made her heart swell with happiness and pride to have him opening up to her, trusting her.

It took them a good hour to decorate it properly and after Y/N had put the star at the top – just like Bucky had promised, they took a few steps back in the middle of their empty living room to stare at it.

“It’s beautiful,” Y/N muttered, wrapping one arm around Bucky’s waist.

“It’s ours”, Bucky smiled down at her, “forever.”

Y/N snuggled closer against Bucky, and she tried to memorize the sight in front of them. The sight of their first Christmas tree in their first home. It was like all the pieces of a puzzle finally coming together. It felt like everything at that moment had meant for her to be right here, right then with him.

“I love you.”

On their honeymoon

“This is so odd,” Y/N mumbled as she sat down at the breakfast table.

Bucky was sat in front of her, sunglasses on his nose, forehead sun kissed by the last few days he had spent in the sun. He watched as the fabric of her white beach dress hugged her features and left little to his imagination.

Drinking a cup of black coffee, he eyed her greedily. Though he knew what she was referring to – as any New Yorkers used to white Christmas Days, the sand under their feet and the salty air were definitively disconcerting – he couldn’t help saying: “I could get used to it.”

“Stop it,” she hid her face in her hands. Her left ring finger caught his eyes again. There sat a small diamond and another golden ring holding it into place. It still made his heart flutter to see them, as if he hadn’t realized just yet.

Even after all this time together, her cheeks still got hot when he would praise her. And praised her, he did. Ever since they had arrived in the Bahamas for some well-deserved time off after the crazy year that they had had, they had not left their room a lot. Their time had been dedicated to reminding themselves of how much they loved each other. It was as if they had to prove each other that getting married did not change anything to their love, if anything it had made their love stronger…

Bucky laughed sweetly at how cute Y/N looked when she was embarrassed. And God, did she love his laugh. She could hear it all day long and she would never get bored of it. She was lucky she would be the one to be able to hear it for the rest of her life.

“I’ve got something for you,” she said suddenly, reaching for her beach bag.

“I thought we said we would open the present when we got home?”

“I’ve never said that.”

“Pretty sure we agreed on it.”

“Don’t only say this because you didn’t bring anything,” she teased.

Bucky arched an eyebrow, eyeing her through his sunglasses. She looked pleased with herself, her lips set in a grin. He would normally be the one to smother her with gifts. Always bringing flowers home unexpectedly. Waking her on a Sunday morning with a breakfast in bed. Buying her those lovely earrings just because he had seen them in the window display and had thought of her. He spoke the five love languages, but gifts were definitively his strongest asset.

“Alright,” he gave in, holding his hand out, “give it to me.”

She handed him a small envelope with only his name written on it. He took all the precaution in the world opening it and his eyes nearly teared up as discovered the Polaroid pictures inside of it. Y/N had made a booklet of their couple over the years. It was a book so small he could fit it in his wallet, next to the photo booth pictures they had taken on their third date at the funfair.

The first picture was probably the first picture they had together, on a snowy Christmas, after Y/N had closed her coffee shop to go and have a walk together in Central Park. Little did she know it was at that exact moment he knew she would have his heart forever. It did take Bucky a couple more months afterwards to finally ask her on a date.

The next couple of pictures were a compilation of their best memories together. Y/N posing next to their first snowman in Central Park. Them and their gelatos in Italy. The two of them when they had played the tourists in their own city. Bucky in his Christmas pyjamas all snuggled up with Alpine.

Obviously, the last picture was from only a couple of weeks ago, the two of them walking down the altar. As husband and wife.

“That way you won’t forget about me when I’m not with you,” Y/N smiled softly. It wasn’t a reminder because he needed to be reminded, but more because she wanted to be with him through everything. That was the kind of promise she had made to him that day at the altar.

Bucky sniffled softly, trying to get rid of the frog he had in his throat. Those pictures made him emotional. It wasn’t nostalgia – even if all those years had flown in the blink of an eye and he wished to relive them over and over. Seeing the pictures of them both, smiling from ear to ear, he felt so loved. Loved of a different love he had never felt before. He who had struggle to find his place, it made him feel so complete and exactly where he was supposed to be.

He would cherish these moments forever while continuing to create new memories. He would cherish the person in front of him for making all his secret dreams come true, to have taking him all – even the darkest parts of him – and to love him endlessly.

“It’s perfect,” he kissed her knuckles.

“You are truly an amazing person, Bucky,” she leaned in to kiss him, “I am so grateful for this life with you and all the rest to come.”

Bucky had promised to give her the world and he would. Starting today, on their first sunny Christmas, on which he would take her snorkelling as one of the first Christmas gift for the day – the other ones patiently waiting for her in his suitcase.

With their kid

“You know they won’t even remember it?” Y/N said to Bucky, who was currently tirelessly wrapping up presents on the living room floor.

It was only a couple of minutes past midnight, and they had only managed to put their little one to sleep in their crib. Both of them were wearing dark eyes circles from the lack of sleep, yet Bucky was insisting on wrapping up the presents he had bought a couple of days ago.

“Go to bed, I’ll be right there.”

“No, I am fine. I’ll help you with the sticky tape.”

Sitting up next to him on the floor, Y/N winced when the scar of her c-section was pulled under her downward movement and Bucky was on his feet in an instant, holding her elbow to help her sit up as if she was an elderly person. She thanked him with a kiss, and he sat cross-legged next to her again.

She took the first present on the pile and handed it to her husband. It was a pyjama so soft it made her think of Alpine. The cat that Bucky rescued a couple of years ago. The cat that shown them both that they were indeed ready to have kids. The cat who was currently performing its duty of watching after their newborn – a mission that since they had gotten home from the hospital, she was taking very seriously.

“Can you believe they won’t be this small forever?” Y/N asked, showing the very little pyjama in her hands to her husband.

“I know,” Bucky sighed, looking up from the wrapping paper he was cutting.

“Is it selfish that I want to keep them with us forever?”

“That’s why we are going to celebrate this Christmas like crazy. They won’t remember, but we will. And we’ll cherish that forever.”

Nodding, Y/N started to cut little pieces of sticky tape and handed them to Bucky. They worked together to wrap up all the rest of the presents - a tissue book about vegetables, a rattle for their teething, a cute fairy light… Once they finished, she watched Bucky arranging all the presents under their Christmas tree.

There lied an enormous number of presents – what they had wrapped up that night was only a couple of them, but there was easily a dozen only for the baby. And this was only their presents. Y/N knew more were to be expected as they would gather later that day for lunch with the rest of the Avengers.

It made her emotional to know how much such a little person could be loved so much. When Bucky looked back to her after having put the final touch on the presents next to the food they had left earlier for Santa Claus, she couldn’t help but wipe the few tears that had fallen down her cheeks. He must have known what she was thinking as he only got back to her and kissed her forehead.

“Come Mama, time to sleep.”

Scooping her gently from the floor, Bucky started to leaving the room. In his arms, looking back at the Christmas tree, the room bathing in the Christmas lights light, Y/N realized how lucky she was. To have met this man. To be loved by him. To have him as the father of her child. She had never loved anyone like she loved them.

However, they were half the way to their bedroom when she realized the only last piece of her ultimate happiness had been left under the Christmas tree.

“Wait Bucky, we forgot the cookies!”

[eetherealgoddess]

Someone requested a bonten/purge au in one of my comment sections forever ago. Hope you enjoy!♡︎♡︎♡︎

ꨄWork Nightꨄ

Oneshot - Yandere Bonten/Purge Au

❦You work during the purge❦

Hanemiya Kazutora, Sanzu Haruchiyo, & Haitani Brothers x Reader

Not fully proofread!

MY TR FANDOM WORKS ARE ONLY ON TUMBLR, AO3, AND WATTPAD UNDER EETHEREALGODDESS! REPORT IF YOU SEE IT POSTED UNDER ANYONE ELSE BUT ME!!!

I apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There may be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable

✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Enjoy!

Work Night

Recently, you learned about the extra money you could make by working on Purge night. Usually, you wouldn’t stay out during the ‘holiday’ but you decided to try it. Now, why wouldn’t you just go out and steal from a bank or something? Because, that’s a death sentence. Other people are out doing the exact same thing. At least you’ll still be safe inside. The job is to clean and mandate the shop, protecting the merchandise while it stays closed. Fortunately, the store you work in has never been broken into, or stolen from, nobody really caring for flowers on a night as chaotic as this, which makes your job easy.

Unlike other stores surrounding you, this one is a small business, and the price to protect it was too good to pass. You’re also not alone, currently sweeping the floor amongst the other two coworkers who are taking care of the other chores on the checklist. Hearing tapping on the window, the three of you look up, your body jolting as you eye the masked strangers

“Do you know them?” One of your coworkers questions. You respond with a shake of your head as your grip on the wooden stick tightens while your body tenses. You all stood quietly, examining the tall figures. Blood stains their suits as well as the weapons that are hanging to their sides. One of them moves closer to the window before he taps the metal bat against the glass and tilts his head, the moonlight exposing the red liquid splattered on the white crying mask.

“The doors are locked right?” The other coworker questions.

“Yeah.” You respond breathlessly. Your heart pounds against your chest as a sense of dread forms when they all move closer. You gasp as the man pulls his arms back and slams the bat against the glass. Shards shatter everywhere before they step inside. You hear your coworkers shriek as you all scramble to run towards the back door.

“Fuck!” You hiss just as you move out of the way right before the person with the baton could crack your skull. You make eye contact through the mask, an eerie smile plastered on the white face. You fall in the process, rolling your body out of the way before the weapon could meet your stomach, smacking a piece of glass when making contact with the floor.

“Pesky little thing.” He all but purrs as you get back on your feet. Your head turns to the person with pink hair holding a katana closing in on one of your coworkers who backed into a corner.

“Please! Don’t kill me!” Her legs shake as she holds her hands up, her eyes wide as tears fall down her face. The mask holds a frown that resembles the person’s grip on the weapon before they pull back and penetrate her chest. You gasp right before dodging the machete that almost slices through your neck, turning your attention to the purple mullet who has on a mask that displays an expression of laughter.

You change your direction, running towards the large hole in which they entered, passing the man using the bat to beat your male coworker’s face into unrecognition. You hop through the hole and run aimlessly, your only thought to get somewhere safe and hide from not only your current tormentors, but anyone else who’s lingering around to be a menace on this celebratory night.

“Please, please, please.” You beg to whatever deity can hear you above, your legs burning as you feel tightness in your stomach from running faster than you’ve ever had to before.

You force yourself to sprint through the pain as you hear footsteps behind, not bothering to turn around. Your adrenaline pumps as you continue down the sidewalk. You begin to struggle to breathe the longer you push yourself, attempting to take in deep breaths and releasing as a way to fight through the pain. You knew you couldn’t stop, especially with the footsteps closing in behind you.

You make a side glance to an alleyway and turn into it, hoping to find a way through by a shortcut. Before you can continue, a hand grabs your bicep and snatches you back.

“Where do ya think yer goin?” The random middle aged man pulls you toward him with a gun against your head. He wrapped an arm around your neck and leans closer to your ear.

“Yer gonna do what I say.” He growls in your ear as his grip tightens while you’re frozen.

“My, my. You’re in quite the predicament, huh?” The man with the machete states, amusement dripping from his tone. The guy holding you turns his attention to the three masked men with confusion on his face.

“Who the hell are you? Go away! This is my kill!” He exclaims with anger.

“Your kill? We found her first.” The guy with the bat argues with a chuckle.

Your eyes widen when you notice that the guy with the katana is missing. Fear engulfing your mind you pull your head forward before slamming it back against the man’s nose causing him to release his grip and cover his wound. Blood drips over his mouth as you move just in time for the weapon to slice through his body, the blade piercing through his stomach now stained with fresh blood. The sound of his gun hitting the ground echoed through the alleyway.

Holy fuck! I just almost got kabobed!

You swiftly snatch the gun from the ground and clumsily aim it at all four men whose attention has turned to you.

“Back the hell up!” You exclaim, scared out of your mind as your hand shakes while holding the gun. Your reaction causes smirks and laughs from the masked figures in front of you.

“Go ahead. Shoot.” Your eyes widened at the male with the katana as your grip tightened on the gun.

Honestly the only time you’ve ever seen a gun was on tv so this is your first time holding the weapon. You had no idea how to use it besides pulling the trigger, but for some reason you hesitate. You breathe heavily as you back up slowly.

“J-just stay away from me! Let me go a-and I won’t have to.”

You stupid bitch, just shoot them! What’s wrong with you?

You look up at the sky, noticing how the night gradually disappears as dawn forms.

Thank God! If I can just hold out till this is over, I’ll be free!

“If you don’t wanna get shot then go away! Now!” You demand, voice trembling as you figure out how to cock the gun.

“Oh? You’re giving us ultimatums now?” The tallest one questions with mirth.

“It’s hilarious that you think you have a say in anything just because you’re holding a gun.” The purple mullet states, crossing his arms with the machete still in his hand.

The sound of their phones going off causes them to grab the devices from their pockets and eye the notification.

“Seems to be your lucky day.”

“Boss needs us guys, let's go.”

“See ya next time!”

They all walk away, leaving you holding the gun as you watch them walk off. You release a large breath as your hand is placed on your chest to hopefully ease the pounding of your heart. Gun still in hand you rush off to your home.

“I-I survived!” You laugh out when you make it inside, locking the door behind you.

“I need to smoke some tree on god.” You moan out before turning on the news.

You listen to the news anchor announcing the end of the purge. You set the gun on the table and walk to your bedroom. After you gather your pajamas you take a quick shower, wiping residue grime and blood, thinking back on your dead coworkers with a shiver.

A few months since the traumatic event passes and your life has only gotten weirder since then. First and foremost, you decided that you wanted to get out more considering you have been a loner for most of your life and don’t really have any major accomplishments since graduating from highschool. Considering the purge was a more recent holiday, you knew that your death could approach even sooner than before.

Anytime you had downloaded dating apps, you never took it seriously enough to make friends or partners so you went out of your comfort zone and met quite a few people this time. Unfortunately, it seems as though after about a week or so they would ghost you for no particular reason that was stated. No matter how much you thought you had bonded with someone, they disappeared as if they never existed in the first place.

You didn’t take it personally at first but after a few times you wondered if there was something wrong with you. It wasn’t until there was someone you talked to for longer than the deadline in which the others had disappeared. You couldn’t believe you caught the attention of someone so attractive but you accepted the circumstances regardless.

More time passes as you two get to know each other and bond quickly, becoming closer than you ever had with someone in a long time. So close that you two decide to spend the purge together at your apartment. He offered his place but you wanted to stay in the vicinity of your own home just in case.

You had just stepped out of the shower while he was in the living room. After drying yourself and lotioning up you put on a different outfit. Just as you step out of the bathroom, you notice a presence with a familiar suit sitting on your bed with his leg crossed. Icy blue orbs pierce your own as your eyes widen.

“R-Ran!” You yell in fear as you run out of the room. “Someone broke in!” You run to the kitchen to grab the gun, only to be pulled back by your arm. You eye the unknown man who looks almost identical to the male you had been seeing though you could recognize that purple mullet from anywhere.

“God, why’d you have to drag this so long?”

“Isn’t it obvious? He wanted her all to himself.” A male with golden eyes says from the couch.

“Ah, yeah. You’ve caught me.” The man with mid length blonde and black hair chuckles, walking towards you.

“He even grew his hair out. Ridiculous.” The pink haired man spits as he walks into the room.

“W-What the fuck is going on?” You yell, eyeing Ran with confusion and anger.

“You know, we could’ve just snatched her that night. Why’d we have to wait a whole year?”

“Cuz it’s fun, Kazu. Didn’t you enjoy murdering all of those people she talked to.”

“Whatever. Let’s just hurry up so we can explain it to Mikey so he doesn’t kill her.”

“What the hell are all of you talking ab-!” Before you could finish you were interrupted by an impact on your head, succumbing to the darkness.

You groan as you wake up with a throbbing headache, aiming to rub your head only for your arms to not move. When your vision is back you notice that your arms are tied behind the chair you’re forced to sit on.

“What is it about you that caught those idiots' attention?” You look ahead to see a man with platinum hair boring into you with dark orbs. Your breath hitches as you become wary of your surroundings. His aura doesn’t help.

“I-I don’t know what’s going on! Please, let me go!”

“Did I say you could speak?” You immediately shut your mouth as you eye him with discomfort.

“You’ve distracted my men. Why?”

You didn’t know whether to answer or not though it’s not like you have a response anyway. Considering the memories that recollected you knew that Ran had been one of the masked strangers from that night. You had no idea why he did what he did or how you caught their attention to the point where you’re not dead yet. You don’t want to find out, all you want is to go home.

“I guess we’ll have to find out.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in concern. You have no idea what he means by that. As if cued, the said group of males walk in, Ran with his original short haired purple style that you remembered from a year ago.

“You found her, you deal with her.” The short man states with a stoic expression before he stands from his seat and walks out of the room.

[starry-hughes]

christmas wrapping (quinn hughes)

day 25 of star’s ficmas

quinn hughes x reader

note: merry christmas! after posting fics for 25 days straight, i’m extremely proud of myself. i had a lot going on during these 25 days and i was convinced that i was going to give up but it made me have a goal for every day.

with that being said, welcome to the final fic. if you don’t understand the title, please refer to my FAVORITE christmas song by the waitresses christmas wrapping, in which this entire fic is based off of. i’ve been working on this for a while.

thank you for sticking around for 25 days!

It didn’t feel like Christmas. You were in a humbug spirit all month long, despite it being your absolute favorite holiday. Typically, by the month of December, you had presents bought and wrapped before the first week of the month ended.

You didn’t have somewhere to be on the holiday. Last year at Christmas, you were in a ski shop. Your friends had planned a whole ski trip which is where you met Quinn Hughes. Quinn had struck up the conversation and you both discovered you were living in Vancouver. At the end of the conversation, Quinn was giving you his phone number.

You fully intended on calling Quinn. But there was never the time. Between your work and own things, and his busy schedule, it was never lining up. When the season in the spring was picking up for Quinn, it was the time that you just so happened to reach out to him. You asked if lunch was something possible.

Quinn was all for lunch. He wanted to see you. The alluring individual he met in a ski shop when avoiding his brothers’ antics out in the snow. You suggested the first date, he was in Carolina that day. The date he suggested, you were on a work trip in Montreal. After the back and forth and exchange of at least ten different days in the spring, nothing was working out. Both of you laughed it off, promising to keep in touch for when schedules got light and times would match up better.

The next time you would hear from Quinn would be the summertime. You were returning from a weekend trip with some friends to the beach, but on your trip, you had forgotten an important item. Sunscreen. You had horrible sun blisters and it hurt to even lay in bed. Quinn normally didn’t spend the summer in Vancouver but he was there briefly for a little, visiting some friends, when he invited you to a boat day on the lake. You wanted to attend so bad, you were still wanting to meet with Quinn again, see if the spark was still there from December of last year. Sadly, you had to decline, sending him a picture of you with aloe slathered on your face, telling him it was sunburn in the third degree keeping you from joining him.

Quinn understood, no one would ever want to sit under the scorching sun after getting severe sunburn. There were no hard feelings but he was wishing he could see you.

You finally took the time to call all your friends who had invited you over for Christmas. Declining all the invites, making phone calls to all the parties you were asked to RSVP to. It had been a crazy year and you had decided it would be your first Christmas alone. It was a hard decision but it was needed.

You thought back to Halloween. Quinn had invited you to the Canucks Halloween party at Brock Boeser’s house. He was supposed to pick you up. You were sitting in your apartment for a while, costume on, handing out candy to the few kids who knocked on your door. Quinn was exasperated when he called. Of course this would be the night his car battery died. His friends were already all at the party and there was no one to help him. He promised he wasn’t bailing on purpose and you told him it was okay and believed his word. Guess another time would have to do.

You had grocery shopped for your small Christmas dinner days in advance. The moment you decided to eat and celebrate alone, you picked up everything. A small turkey was in the oven, resting, while you put together other items. You cursed to yourself, of course you’d forget cranberry sauce. And it was Christmas Eve, meaning all the last minute shoppers would be at the store. It was windy and rainy in Vancouver, a gloomy Christmas. Slipping on your rain boots and coat, you made it down to the nearest store.

Quinn wasn’t used to spending the holidays alone. But one mistake in his family and their booking of flights and he was alone. Honestly, he preferred it. He needed the time to recharge. After being named captain of his hockey team and his team doing pretty well, he deserved time to himself. He didn’t have a big dinner planned, declining all invites from his teammates.

He had waited until the last minute to buy most things and fought through the last minute crowds to get everything in the morning to make dinner for himself tomorrow on Christmas Day. But while emptying his grocery bags, he realized he forgot cranberry sauce. He trudged through to the store down the street from his apartment.

You couldn’t exactly put your finger on where you knew him from when you first saw him. You were standing in line, cranberry sauce in hand when Quinn joined the line right next to yours. You smiled at him and he immediately knew it was you. He joined in you line.

“Spending this Christmas alone?” you questioned. “Yeah it’s been crazy,” he responded.

“Yeah me too, but why are you at the store..” your voice trailed off, “you forgot cranberry too!”

Quinn and you both laughed and then at the same time, it clicked. Christmas magic from the movies. “My dinner is almost done, if you want to come over,” you suggested. “I’d love that,” he paid for both cans of cranberry sauce. “Tomorrow, you can eat dinner at my place if you want,” he said.

You nodded and the two of you made the way out of the grocery store together and down to your apartment. “I feel bad, we don’t have gifts to unwrap,” you said. “I guess cranberries work. Or maybe a toothbrush depending if I stay the night.”

[asuyaka]

SHUT THE FLIPPING FRONT DOOR-

I JUST SAW DLSK ON UR LIST AND NOW I FEEL OBLIGATED TO REQUEST

How about some general HCS for Saiki(we all saw that coming), Aiura and Teruhashi(all separately) for Reader spending quality time with them during the weekend or holidays, just some good fluff for this wacky and over-the-top anime(/pos ofc). Could be platonic or romantic, I don't mind either!

Also if you don't write for multiple characters then just quality time spending one-shot with Saiki is fine too.

- Sincerely, 🌈 Anon.

★ - aaaa!!! DLSK 's literally 'm comfort anime— m soso normal rn!!

☆ - Saiki Kusuo, Aiura Mikoto, & Teruhashi Kokomi x Male Reader! (Platonic !! :3 )

He’s honestly so confused because… why do you wanna spend time with him??

It isn’t like you’re all hanging out in your group (of friends he didn’t want) it’s just the two of you. 

He’s read your mind, maybe you had some sort of ulterior motive? Like maybe you wanted to hang out because of his… smarts or something? He’s made sure to be average in all forms of school, average enough for him not to fail and at the same time not be too noticeable.

But no. You want to hang out with him because he’s fun to hang out with.

It isn’t that he hates your company, you aren’t as dumb as the people he regularly hangs out with (Bless him and his ability to keep up with Nendou Riki of all people) and you know when to keep a comfortable silence if the situation calls for it.

Well… since you insist on spending the holidays, he has to let you, right?

“Ooh! What about these, Saiki?” You ask excitedly, holding up two pairs of matching heart-shaped glasses. 

There was a Christmas sale going on, and you decided it would be fun to go glasses shopping for no real reason, you just thought it would be fun.

Saiki, on the other hand, doesn’t seem to care what you get. He’s just here because you forced asked him to come. 

A soft smile adorns your face anyway. It doesn’t matter that Saiki is barely adding any input, you know him well enough��� at least you hope so— to pick up the small details in his body language. 

“Can I take off your glasses for a second?” You know how protective Saiki is of his glasses and you assume it’s because his eyes are sensitive to light. 

Saiki takes the glasses from your hands, turns around, making sure to close his eyes the second he takes his glasses off, and puts on the Hello Kitty pair you gave him.

“Aww! You look adorable!” You coo, a pair of Kuromi glasses on your face. You assumed they were a matching pair, they were close enough on the shelves for it anyway. 

Saiki didn’t point out the fact that they were beach glasses, not because he wanted to keep the smile on your face— no, no, no, he’s psychic, he doesn’t care about anyone else’s feelings! 

…Though he can’t lie that the smile on your face makes him content in a way.

You pull him in, holding up your phone in a selfie position. Your hands making bunny ears behind Saiki’s head. “Merry Christmas!” You say happily as Saiki holds up a peace sign, his signature RBF never leaving.

You don’t mind though. RBF or not, Saiki’s face is very pleasing to look at. Saving the picture and saving it as your wallpaper, you look back at Saiki who still had the Hello Kitty glasses on, surprisingly.

“There’s a cafe nearby, and they’re having a Christmas sale. We can go there, or head back to your place?” 

“Cafe.” 

You nod, paying for the items and making your way to fill Saiki’s love for pastries.

Saiki’s lips curl upwards, a small— tiny– minuscule amount. 

Whatever this is, it’s nice. Just the two of you and the soft snowflakes of the winter. 

It’s a calming feeling. One he really enjoys.

 Yes, yes, yes, yes, and did I already say… yes?

She loves loves loves loves (!) spending time with people she cares about, so of course you aren’t any different!

 Her fortune-telling gig is always a bit busy during Christmas, but you don’t mind waiting!

When she finally gets off work, you two decide to go shopping, because… Christmas sales, hello???

Literally, the best and worst are crafted during that time together.

You two spend so much money, it really—seriously— isn’t funny.

“Mikoto! Here, try these!” You say excitedly, gaining some odd stares from other people who are shopping, but you two couldn’t care less.

It’s Christmas, you two have a shit ton of money saved up, and you’re planning to go broke.

Mikoto grins, holding up the outfit you got for her. It’s a black crop top with a small heart at the top that was bound to show some cleavage with how big her chest was, paired with denim shorts white legs, and hand warmers.

She takes it into the changing room and you go looking for more outfits, or some jewelry. You needed more earrings anyway. 

A few minutes later, Mikoto walks out and your expectations are immediately met. She looks nothing short of beautiful. 

“I like this one a lot! Think we can get a matching pair for you?” You shrug, but begin looking in the same area where you got the clothes for her.

It took a bit of time and a bit of accessory confusion, but your matching outfits were assembled. Your shorts were a bit longer because the store, unfortunately, didn’t have short shorts like the ones Mikoto had in the men's section.

Other than that, everything else matched to a T. From the shirt—which showed the slightest bit of your pectorals— to the shoes, to the rings and necklaces. 

Mikoto holds up her phone, a bright smile on her face. “Cheese!!” The two of you say, both of your hands together to make a heart. 

She sends it to you and Saiki because she wants him to be ‘jealous’ or whatever. 

“What do you say we go get bubble tea and dango?” 

You gasp. “I’m totally on board with that.”

The two of you laugh softly, take the clothes off, and go pay. Expensive? Hell yes, but working more shifts than you normally did paid off—literally.

Of course, you want to spend time with her! She’s the most perfect, quintessential pretty girl after all!

She won’t tell you that she’s surprised a guy just wants to hang out with her just to hang out. 

No funny business, not because you have a crush on her, but because you thought it would be fun to spend the holidays together.

(Un)Fortunately, she is God’s favorite so you two really can’t go outside unless you want to get stared at the entire time.

If you don’t mind, then she doesn’t mind either. She’s used to it anyway.

It’s odd at first, she thought you wanted to use her to boost your popularity, or impress your friends, but later into the sleepover(?) she realized you just wanted to spend time together, as friends.

As odd as it is—Saiki is the only man who seems to be weak to her charms, and it looks like you are too— it’s a… welcome feeling, to say the least.

You and Teruhashi are in your room, watching an old Christmas movie you found in your closet a few weeks ago. Both of you had hot cocoa in your laps, paired with a plate of gingerbread cookies and graham crackers.

“Teruhashi…” You start, keeping your eyes on the screen. “Do you want to make cinnamon rolls?”

Her eyes widen, having to push down the excitement so you don’t think she’s childish. “Yeah, of course!”

The two of you smile and rush downstairs, you make a quick pit stop to tell your mother what you two were planning to do and all she tells you is to not burn the house down.

You grab all the ingredients needed and Teruhashi grabs all the bowls, whisks, and whatever baking equipment you two may need.

“Alright! Now, let’s get started!” You say in confidence and Teruhashi nods.

A beat of silence stretches out between you two as you aimlessly stare at the glare in the mixing bowls. “...I can’t bake.” 

“...I can’t either.”

You two stare at each other with blank expressions before starting to laugh. It’s a nice, playful sound that you two share together. Teruhashi thinks it’s alright that she’s able to have fun without someone trying to impress her 24/7, but she’s not going to tell you that!

“You know what they say, right Teru?” 

She cocks her head confusedly. “Fake it ‘till you make it?”

You finger-gun at her. “Exactly! And if we do burn the house down, this was my brother’s idea, not mine!”

She rolls her eyes but takes out the flour, sugar, eggs, and milk. The two of you silently decide that you’re going to do all the mixing, and Teruhashi will do all the measuring/putting it in the bowl.

As the two of you work in tandem, you’re also singing Christmas songs along with her. From old to new, slight romantic undertones or not, it’s fun.

And that only gets better when you have to leave the dough to rise. Straight Karaoke the entire time. You’re sure your throat is going to hurt later from all the mild yelling you’re doing, but who cares? 

If you’re having fun with someone you care about, you’ll worry about pain later.

Surprisingly, you two didn’t burn the house down.

The cinnamon rolls do come out a tad, just slightly dry, but they taste amazing.

You and Teruhashi high-five. “We should do this again next year, but invite everyone else. What do you think?” You ask, taking a sip of your now slightly lukewarm hot cocoa.

Teruhashi is a bit conflicted. It would be nice if you invited the girls and Saiki over because she knows she can kind of be herself around them, but everyone else? 

You notice her nervousness because you immediately say: “Or it can just be the both of us. No worries.” You shrug, taking a bite of the cinnamon roll that is 100% too hot to be in your mouth at the moment.

Teruhashi smiles at that. “Just the two of us is fine.”

You bump hips with her, carrying the plate of cinnamon rolls upstairs and to your room. 

Teruhashi follows shortly after. The type of friendship you two have is something she would never give up. 

Not even to make Saiki say ‘Oh wow!’ to her face.

[zer05trange]

Roaring Sea

I. Hermes

⋆｡°✩ (childe x fem!reader)✩°｡⋆

⋆｡°✩ chapter summary: After an inexplicable rush, your second favorite customer comes in for the second day in a row.

⋆｡°✩wc: 1.6k

⋆｡°✩content warnings: none

⋆｡°✩ series masterlist (there is a prologue before this part!!)

Your day began as most did. After waking and freshening up, you begin baking bright and early for the weekday ahead of you. For a relatively new business, you have a decent amount of customers each day, and with little to no negative feedback. It feels nice, especially since starting a business in the service industry was known to be very difficult.

However, today, you are slammed. 

Everyone and their mother is visiting your bakery, the small building space was packed for what seemed like hours. You had to get your one employee, Ivan, in early to help out, because this sort of rush was not something you could tackle alone. People were lined up at the back of the door, and each booth and table were full. And when a table isn’t occupied, it's being cleaned for the next customer to take.

The room surrounds itself with a bright and warm ambiance with many conversations filling the air, and it's enjoyable, though it may be overwhelming as all hell. Ultimately, watching people enjoy your food and your space never fails to cap your heart with fulfillment, regardless of how stress-inducing it could get.

The oddest part of the rush is that you're having loads of Fatui agents visit your shop. You've served your fair share of Fatui before, but never at this caliber. Usually, they were aloof and curt. But today, you could almost say they were polite to you, most even tipped a few extra mora with their order. You were mulling over the phenomenon as the fifth pyro agent of the morning walked up to your counter. 

“What can I get for you?” You smile up at a agent with his hood and mask covering his face.

 “I need a slice of praga cake. Oh and a slice of apple cake, both to go?” He asks, his voice almost... timid.

“Of course, is that all you want?” You ask as you pack up his two slices of cake.

“No,” He exchanges his money for your goods, “Thank you ma’am.”

Once placing a generous tip on your counter, he briskly leaves the shop. That, much like many other interactions that day, left you in a stunned state. Not only had a Fatui agent called you ‘ma’am’ and left a large tip, but he seemed more nervous than their usual stoic demeanor. 

After a while, the rush slowed, with fewer Fatui agents making their stay in your bakery. Must be time to do shady government business in the Tsaritsa’s name, you think. You begin cleaning up the dining area, picking up plates and glasses, as well as sweeping up excess crumbs on the ground.  

“Ivan, could you please ice that cake?” You ask your employee as you return behind the counter, “I’ll let you off early when you’re done.”

“Yes ma’am,” The boy responds attentively as he turns around toward the baking counter. You observe him for a moment, observing how his talent surrounding baking has improved since he began working for you. Ivan came in begging for a job just a few short months ago as a way to make an extra buck during the weekend, and you remember not necessarily needing an extra hand at the bakery. But the teenage boy seemed like he needed the funds, promised to work hard, and hasn't let you down.

It's days like these where find that nothing else brings you more peace than crafting for others, serving them something that you are proud of and that they love almost as much as you do. The tranquility that you found within your bakery was like no other, and besides the stress that came with the rush, you were truly grateful for it.

What you couldn’t pinpoint was how the rush started. You ponder over how it could be possible, you didn’t boost your advertising recently, and it wasn’t a holiday nor was it a weekend. Though thankful, you can’t get over your confusion.

Hours passed by, Ivan finished his shift a while ago, so you were left alone to fend for yourself. By now, the rush had long passed and you only had a few customers coming in at a time, so you weren’t too concerned about working alone. You're finishing refilling the shelves when you hear the doorbell of your bakery, signifying someone entering your shop. 

You look up before greeting the customer, only to be met with the same unforgettably cold eyes that you served last night. 

“Good afternoon, Mr. Tartaglia,” You quickly flash a smile before getting back to work placing pastries into the display case.

“Mister? Do I seem that old to you?” He asks, a friendly smile back on his lips. 

“No, I’m just being formal with my customer,” You push yourself up to meet his eyes.

“Is that all I am to you? A customer?” He puts a hand over his heart and displays some sort of mocking tone, “ I thought I made a better impression than that, Ms. Y/N.”

You lean in over the counter to the man, close enough to be able to whisper, “Do you talk to everyone like that?” 

Tartaglia swallows, stiffening up ever so slightly.

“No, just the ones who make Snezhnaya’s best apple cake,” He answers back, just as quiet as you were. 

You scoff yet again as you push away from him, “Is this your way of getting food from me? Like the little stunt you pulled last night?”  

Before you can humor him any longer, you find yourself cutting a slice of cake for him, and ignoring his existence otherwise. 

“Speaking of, I have something else for you,” You say before taking off upstairs. His face molds into one of confusion, holding a plate of warm cake while you disappear. 

You come back down a few moments later, and his eyes fall on the pouch of mora he gave you. Before he can object, you place the pouch into his free hand and return back to the counter.

“Did you not like my peace offering, Y/N?” He asks, and the way his name rolls off your tongue makes you feel a little flushed.

“Peace offering?” You cross your arms and snap back at the man.

“You’re snarky, лисичка. I thought a little tip may extinguish your unbridled hatred for me, though it seems I’ve failed,” He says back, taking a seat facing the counter. You giggle at his last statement, his dramatization of your feelings pulls a chuckle out of you. 

“Giving me nicknames already? After like… 24 hours?” You ask him, “You’ve got stones.”

It was his turn to laugh before taking a forkful of cake to his mouth, and then making an ‘mm’ sound out of satisfaction. He continues scarfing down his dessert, though his eyes keep watch on you. Specifically, where your vision sat on your hip.

“Do you put that to use?” He asks, his hand pointing to your vision. 

“Sometimes,” You brush off the question, “I take commissions occasionally, usually when traveling.” 

He smirks at that, and you don’t miss it. 

“Do you use yours?” You ask back and watch him nod in pride, you hum at his nonverbal response, “We should spar sometime, though I’d probably smoke you.”

You notice how his demeanor perks up even more, his sudden excitable emotion is slightly scary. His happiness in response to your offer was frightening, to say the least.

He already carries an almost mischievous aura with him, and you begin to think that play-fighting with him would be a mistake on your part. Or it could have come off as flirting to him, which you definitely do not want to take any part in.

“I have to get going,” Tartaglia says as he begins to stand, “Tonya wanted me to hang out with her for a bit tonight.”

He makes his way toward the front counter, closer to you. 

“Oh no!” You respond in a dryly sarcastic tone, “What a shame.” 

He scoffs at you as he places his elbow on the counter, with his head in his hand. He looks up at you with an over-exaggerated frown and a puppy-dog demeanor. “Sooo…” He taps his other hand on the counter, “When are you going to teach me how to make that cake?” 

You cock an eyebrow at him with a hand on your hip, not having it with him, “I’m not giving you my recipe for free.”

You turn away to begin cleaning your miniature oven, and expect him to leave. Yet you don’t hear any sort of movement behind you. You quickly turn back around with an exasperated sigh and look straight at the man, who’s position didn’t change.

“I’m not leaving,” He says in a sing song tone.

“Let me think," You snap back.

Teaching him how to bake something would have to be after the bakery closes. So it would just be the two of you. And he’d be so annoyingly him that you’d probably have to recharge your social battery for the next three days following that. Also, you don’t want your kitchen secrets unveiled to anyone. And, ultimately, you’re smart enough to know that this whole thing has nothing to do with an apple cake. But, it would get him to stop pestering you at the moment. 

You look up from the desert case and straight into his cold, cerulean eyes, “I'm free two nights from now.”

You see the edge of Tartaglia’s faux frown sprout up into a small smile as he stands up with his hands held onto the edge of the counter. He remains hunched down enough to where his face is in line with yours. And as if he was accepting a challenge, he begins to part ways with you for the day. 

“I’ll see you then.”

 ⋆｡°✩translation: Лисичка- it’s a term like “fox” or “little-fox”

⋆｡°✩a/n: hiiiii!!! I want to get the next chapter out soon, and i hope y'all enjoy this one! i hope you are all doing well <333 thank you for reading

⋆｡°✩tag list: @inlovewithlondonn @zamorazz @ay4tou @kur0melon @boomie-123

[berryispunk]

Happy Accidents

pairing: Oberyn Martell x trans! reader

summary: a handsome and mysterious stranger enters the coffee shop you’re working at. (modern day AU)

tags: meet-cute!!, fluff, compliments, no physical description of reader, no smut

notes: This is for the secret Santa of @pedrostories ! It was truly a challenge but I hope I did decent. My giftee is @crowandmousewritingco I hope you like it 🥹💛 this is unbeta’d. We die with the sinking ship :)

It is a crazy busy day at the cafe. Nothing unusual for this time of year. When people are so lost in the Christmas preparations, too focused on their own misery to be nice to employees, time flies. You always tell yourself you don’t care. After all it's nothing personal you try to remind yourself. But today, when the fifth person yells at you that they ordered cappuccino without caffeine and not with it something inside of you snaps. You glare at the man who’s dressed in a suit that looks like it costs more than you make in a month.

“Sir, we’re all just doing our job. I am sorry if my colleague made a mistake with your order, but this doesn’t give you any right to be so rude,” you throw at him, your voice threateningly calm causing every pair of eyes on you and for a split second you regret even bothering to open your mouth.

That’s until the man answers, a dismissive look in his eyes as he scoffs “I want to speak to your manager.”

“I am in charge today, so if there’s something you want to discuss feel free, sir, ” you triumph and for a moment it feels like winning, like you’ve got the upper hand. Not that there would be a prize for it anyway.

The man musters you for a moment longer, anger and vanity seeping out of him, tinting the whole atmosphere until suddenly another man steps in, dressed in slacks and a really deep v-neck button down in mustard yellow.

The off white winter coat just casually thrown over his right shoulder, holding it with his big left hand, on every finger a gold ring, each one of it more splendid than the other.

He’s standing really tall, his confidence overshadowing the energy of the suit guy by far. His dark hair, a stark contrast to his golden skin tone, is perfectly trimmed and styled.

You caught yourself staring at him way longer than what would be considered decent as he winks at you and turns his attention back to the suit guy.

“Sir, please step back so the rest of us can make an order as well”, he purrs in a really deep voice. His voice is calm and calculated, but something else swings in the way he talks.

Authority.

The other man frowns a bit at the dark haired man, but instead of protesting he nods, takes his allegedly wrong order and flees the cafe causing the man in front of you to smile satisfied and his attention shifting back to you.

“Sorry,” he says almost apologetically, way softer in the way he talks than moments ago. “Some people just don’t know any manners.”

His comment causes you to snort and he gives you an honest smile back, a warm one that almost makes your heart flutter.

Fuck. He’s attractive.

“Nothing new, especially not during the holidays”, you answer.

“So, what can I get you ?” you ask in trained professionalism.

“I’d like a big black coffee to go, please. And maybe…” he drifts off, taking a step closer to the cake display. “A lemon cheesecake muffin as well.”

You nod in response, packing the muffin in a small paper bag and starting to prepare his coffee.

Your back is turned to him, but you’re really aware that his eyes still are on you. Maybe even checking you out and the thought simultaneously amuses and flusters you.

You think of the way this man handles himself, the way he’s so confident but also so kind should be a paradox. Usually people this confident are cocky and don’t care the slightest about employees like you. But he seems different. In a good way.

As you’re finishing up his coffee order, you decide to ask for his name. Usually you don’t do this here, but you think it’s a sneaky way to know more about this mysterious good looking man.

“Which name can I write on your cup ?” you ask with a professional smile.

“Full name or just my first name?” he asks back while he plays with one of his rings.

“Whatever you prefer,” you reply and he smiles in response as he leans a bit more towards you above the counter.

His gaze on the coffee cup in your hand before his eyes meet yours.

His eyes are dark brown, warm and welcoming.

The smile that still decorates his face reaches his eyes and causes small wrinkles around them.

It’s an honest smile, one that is really rare especially during the holidays but also incredibly flirty.

“Oberyn Martell.” he finally replies. “That’s my name,” he adds and you scribble it onto the coffee cup.

“Okay, Oberyn Martell,” you repeat and let the name ring in your ears, tasting the way it sounds in your own voice.

“Cash or card?” you ask as you place the paper bag and coffee cup on the counter, typing his order in your cash register system.

“Card,” he replies and hands you his credit card, a black american express. You push the payment device wordlessly closer to him and wait for the confirming beeping sound.

“You know you’ve got a beautiful smile” he smirks, causing your cheeks to get hot as your eyes meet again.

“Excuse me?” you ask to reinsure you heard it right while the heat creeps further up your face.

He chuckles cockily and repeats, a bit lower this time.

“I said, you’ve got a really beautiful smile”, his eyes wandering to your lips before they find your eyes again.

You swallow for a moment before you’re able to mumble a “Thank you.”

He shakes his head slightly, clearly enjoying getting you flustered that easily. The smirk never leaving his face as he takes his order from the counter.

“So, can we quit the chit-chat and I ask you for your number instead?” he asks, like it’s the most normal thing ever and not absolutely crazy considering the fact you two just met by accident in the cafe you’re working at.

You blink in disbelief about the absurdity of the moment before your brain kicks back in action.

“My phone number?” you ask back, clearly still puzzled by his bluntness. “I–”

You try to come back with something, anything, to let him know that this is out of line. That it’s too fast, too early, too much. But you can’t.

All you can focus on is this handsome stranger in front of you and the blush on your cheeks.

You finally snap out of your trance-like state and write down your number on a sticky note.

He takes it from you, making sure his fingers brush over the back of your hand as he gives you another charming smile.

“Thank you, beautiful,” he purrs and just as you thought you’re finally able to function like a normal human again, you start giggling like a teenager.

What the hell is wrong with you.

He still holds your hand and place a soft, feathery like kiss on the back of it, his eyes locked on you as he whispers

“I’ll call you as soon as I can, that’s a promise,” he smirks and as he’s in the movement of leaving he adds

“By the way, nice pin,” pointing to the little trans flag enamel pin on your work apron.

Usually people never notice it or just don’t say anything about it. Either because they don’t know what it is or simply because they don’t care but something about the way he noticed and pointed it out makes you giddy.

“Thank you,” you retort and smile genuinely at him.

“I need one of those with the bi-flag. If you have any recommendations where to get those, let me know” he winks and suddenly this man, who’s not even way too attractive for you, is also part of the LGBTQIA+ community and it makes your heart flutter even more.

“Will do,” you snicker. “Bye, Oberyn.”

“Bye, beautiful. See you soon.” he answers with a smile so bright it’s illuminating his whole being.

And as quickly as he came in the shop, as fast he vanishes out of it and leaves you alone with blushed cheeks, a racing heart and a million questions on your mind.

[plussizefantasia]

Taste-Testing

Flufftober Day 10: Bakery AU pt2

Bucky Barnes x f!reader

Word Count: 0.9k

AN: This is a continuation of Day 1: Sweet Things. This one is a lot more dialog-heavy than the others and just a touch more spicy too. I think I'm obsessed with Bucky and Sweets so I'll for sure be continuing their story after flufftober ends. Anyway, please reblog if you liked it it means a lot!

divider credit @royallaesthetics

Waiting until you got home after work to call Bucky was like torture. The note he left on the napkin after his departure was carefully folded up and placed into the pocket of your apron. When the traffic of customers lulled during the day, you’d pull it out and re-read it over again.

You’ve never really had a nickname before, but you liked Sweets. Maybe it was because it was the one that he gave you. 

When you finally were able to close down for the day, you rushed through locking up the shop and did the closest thing the running as you could without looking psycho all the way to your apartment. 

The phone hadn’t even rung twice before Bucky answered, “Hello?” 

‘Um. Bucky? You left your number on the napkin today, I assumed that meant you were okay with me calling.”

He chuckled, “More than okay, sweets. I’ve been waiting for your call”

You were surprised “Really?”

“Yeah, how many gorgeous women do you think I give me number every day?”

“Oh, Uh. I didn’t think you went around throwing your number at girls I just-”

“Breathe Sweets,” he gently reminded you over the phone and your body automatically responded, drawing in a deep breath and stopping your potential rambling short. “What are you doing tonight?” he asked.

“I was uh, gonna start to test out some new recipes for the holidays. Got to make sure they work right before the weather switches from fall to winter.”

“Need a taste tester?” He asked it so nonchalantly you’d think that the two of you hung out all the time. Not that this was one of the first few conversations you’d ever had that didn’t revolve around his work or yours. Before you could overthink though, you were sending him your address and he told you he’d pick up dinner and be there in twenty minutes.

You didn’t really know what to do with yourself so you busied your hands with prepping what you would need to make the new pastries you were gonna try and attempt to clean up the main area that contained your couches and coffee table. 

The knocks on your door were short and you nearly tripped over yourself rushing to the door to open it. 

Bucky was endeared to the breathless way that you greeted him and the way your hair was sticking out in every which way. It was obvious that you’d been doing something but the way your hair was mussed made him think less than innocent thoughts. 

He refused to follow through on them though, normally he wouldn’t have a problem with taking an attractive woman like you to bed right away but he really liked you, and wanted to see where this could go. He couldn’t do that if he let himself give into his more… animalistic… urges. 

“I brought Chinese hope that’s okay.”

“It’s great thanks, though you really didn’t need to get me dinner”

“I know I didn’t sweets but my mother always said that I needed to eat my dinner before I could have a treat.” You don’t think he realizes just how charming he is. His smooth tone and sultry smirk made you weak in the knees and you needed to remind yourself that he was here to taste test your recipes, not you.

“So, what are you making that needs my tasting expertise?” He set the food on your small apartment counter and began unpacking everything he had. It was enough food for a family of five. 

He suddenly got a little sheepish, “I didn’t know what you’d want.” 

“I’m sure I’ll like something here. Thanks again.”

After picking your meal for the evening you launched into an explanation of the treats you’d be attempting that night.

“I’m gonna try to make the cranberry tarts, peppermint bark brownies, and black forest bread twists tonight what do you think?”

“I think that a relationship with you is dangerous for my figure.” You couldn’t help but focus on the fact that he had said relationship, not friendship, a relationship.

“I thought you liked sweet things.” You leaned on the counter facing him and rested your head in your hand perched upon the little amount of empty counter space you had. 

He grinned and matched your energy, “I love sweet things, especially when they come in pretty packages.” his eyes raked up and down your body and you could feel the butterflies in your gut pick up their pace.

You tried your best to recover from the minor brain aneurysm he had just given you but you could tell that he had seen how his words affected you. And if the ever-growing smirk on his face was anything to go by, he enjoyed your reaction.

The night continued in the same way, Bucky shamelessly flirting with you and you doing your best to match him but getting too flustered to really pull it off. Bucky had declared the brownies his favorite but said that he’d probably need to start getting a bigger size of pants if he was going to keep being your taste tester. 

“You can be my official taste tester anytime you want, Bucky” you had told him at your door. He was on his way out after you declared that if you wanted to get any sleep tonight he’d need to leave.

“I’d love to taste whatever you give me, Sweets. Anytime”. All you could do was nod and smile at him as he left. He still heard the strangled groan you let out when the door closed though.

[mando-abs]

Dinner for One

Author's Note: Surprise @tinytinymenace ! I'm your Secret Santa. You said in your things that you like that you loved monsters and monster romances. So, I ran with that and came up with a night-in with our favorite vampire. Happy Holidays!

Word Count: 3.2k

Pairing: Max Phillips x Reader (gender non-specific, no physical descriptors)

Rating: fluff but I'm a 18+ blog so no minors please

Warnings: a little bit of cheekiness but it's still fluff (it's Max, what can I say?), food and eating mentioned, biting, blood mentioned

Synopsis: Max's early gift to you this year is a break from work and dinner he's prepared himself. While settling down for the evening, you wonder if that's all he has in store for you...

The smell of your apartment hits you before the heat does. 

You’ve waited for this all day. It’s not that work was particularly draining. Rather than slowing down leading up to the holidays, business gets faster than usual in the winter time. Poinsettias are a hot commodity this time of year and the flower arrangement orders on the store side of the plant nursery stay steady. Just before the holidays, however, business slows. People are far too busy finishing their shopping lists and preparing their homes for the week and few odd days until New Year’s Day. But with Max’s promises of a dinner you don’t have to prepare and a night-in the evening before Christmas Eve? Well, the day can’t get over sooner.

The scent of Max’s cooking sizzles on the stove, intoxicating you while you shake off the cold. After taking your boots and coat off by the front door, you finally get a chance to investigate the scene before you. Max is commadering a small army of pots and pans while the oven and companion timer ticks and tuts away. He’s wearing that silly gag gift apron you exchanged with him this year for your first Valentine’s together. It’s black with a white pig and matching color letters in bold that reads, “I LIKE MY MEAT RUBBED AND MY PORK PULLED.” He’s frantic by the stove, constantly checking. Off to his right is a murder scene of grocery totes and discarded wrappers. It’s a shame to break his concentration really. He sneaks a look at you and greets you with his signature smile.

“Hey, there’s the breadwinner. Bring any rolls with you? I’m short on appetizers.” You come up from behind and envelope him, careful not to obstruct his busy hands. You peck him on his cheek. “What’s cookin’, good lookin’?’ Max scoffs. “Hey, that’s my line.” He grins. You hold onto him while you watch him sear some…steak? Ugh, yum. You’re in love. You sigh as you let him go and make your way over to sit by the kitchen island. 

“I think I’m going to sell my plant nursery and become a thief.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Why’s that,” he asks as he’s concentrating on flipping over the steak.

“Stealing lines is just the start. You better guard up boy.” You put your hands and your temples and slowly drag them down the sides of your face. “I’ve already stolen a kid from his family for the holidays.”

Max whips around with his spatula in hand. He starts waving it around. “For the last time, he’s a college kid away from home who’s looking to make extra bucks during his break.” He points the spatula at you. “You left him with detailed instructions, meticulous even, in order to take care of the place during your leave. He’ll be fine.” He turns back around to his command center. “You don’t know these business kids like I do, babes. They love nothing more than picking up odd jobs to diversify their resumes. Taking a job during Christmas break only shows their dedication. They’re always thinking ahead.”

You guess there’s some truth to that. When you ran into the bustling world of Max a year and some change ago, he seemed like an unstoppable force. Always taking on new tasks, new roles, and frankly more partners. He would come buy flowers and plants alike weekly, talking your ear off about it all. It wasn’t until one of his regular visits when he came in with an attitude. Tired yourself, you had nothing more but to return the favor. A full rant commenced about his lifestyle choices in a hot rambling blur. Were you out of line? Of course. Hell, you probably didn’t mean half of the things you said. But the oddest thing resulted from it: he came by more frequently after he cooled off about your first fight. He never bought a thing! Only stopping by to chat and bring coffee. Suddenly, he became very interested in your care with plants, what knowledge you held about the practice and all of your techniques. Honestly, you thought he was fucking with your brain. But later, he revealed that nobody ever stopped to tell him to slow down. Nobody ever showed him a slight concern or any sympathy. And especially, he was never given such a kindness while being shouted at. It turned him on. From then on, he stopped to smell your roses and help water your plants. All of his regular coldness, shrewd remarks, and fake smiles that he gave in abundances were replaced with warmth, genuineness, and playfulness. The best part? It was all for you.

And it’s exactly the kind of thoughtfulness that’s on display now. Max is in the home stretch now as he’s transferring the skillet from the stove into the oven and taking a carefully aluminum-wrapped mystery food in replacement. After adjusting the settings on the oven and turning off the stove, he brings out plates, napkins, cutlery, and beverages to you. He leans in close and harkens you back to your worries over the temporary nursery caretaker. “Maybe I’m getting coal in my stocking this year and my selfish present to myself is getting to enjoy my beloved away from our work.” He kisses you on the temple before making a dash back to the stove whilst cackling maniacally. And you guess he truly means it considering it’s him who’s paying for your time off this holiday. He even gave himself time off when he would usually work this time of year. Your heart swells as Max’s attempts to lift your spirits this holiday are working. Maybe it’s the vampire charm he’s using on you. You still need to ask him how to tell the difference between the two.

Max comes back to you, pot in tow and a Sharpie-drawn, pencil-thin mustache on his face. You burst out laughing. “When did you do that?” He looks at you in all seriousness, replying with a horrible attempt at a French accent. “Pardon me, patron, but it is rude to snickere at your waitere.” You hold back your next laugh behind a tight seal of a lip line. “Merci. For you tonight, patron, the kitchen is delighting you with comfort classics. Here we have your first carb for the night, macaroni and fromage.” He ladles a hefty amount of (rather fancy) mac and cheese. Off to a great start, certainly a man after your own heart.

He scurries off to bring you another pot of food of which he serves. “Collard greens, fresh from le jardin. Thoroughly rinsed, cooked, and seasoned to perfection.” There always has to be a green, you think. And again, he’s off, now rummaging around to put the final touches on his next side dish. Honestly, what good are his super fast vampire abilities if he never uses them? He plates a baked sweet potato with butter and brown sugar, topped with a dust of cinnamon (which he sprinkles in front of you). “Wonderful,” you say. “Your second carb for tonight, patron,” Max says with flourish. Before you’re able to ask how many carbs there are going to be for the evening he goes back to the stove. Does he have an 8 course meal hidden back there? He carefully removes the skillet from the oven and glides over to reveal - “The star of the show. Dry-aged New York strip steak, marinated, pan-seared, and then baked to crisp heavenliness for your pleasure.” He plates the steak and its drippings on top.  He pauses for a moment and looks dead on as he places a sprig of rosemary on top of the steak. “Bon appetit.” He bows.

You can’t help the cheek-to-cheek grin as you clap at him. “I’m very impressed.” You put your napkin in your lap and have your fork and knife ready. “Although, you are supposed to let the meat rest,” you tease. He gives you a look as he’s trying to wipe the mustache off of his face. You giggle. “Dude, I’m just messing with you. Ugh, it really is wonderful. Thank you, Max. Really.” He speaks, dropping the borderline offensive French accent. “Well, let’s let the dinner do the talking, my love. Eat.”

You make noises of delight as you eat (inhale? Honestly, it’s been a hot minute since you haven't had a microwaved dinner). The food certainly lived up to the hype you gave it all day at work. You make little dances unbeknownst that you have an audience. It startles you when you look up from your plate to see Max staring at you lovingly. 

“I thought you were cleaning up.”

“How could I when you’re being absolutely adorable?’

“What did you put in those collards that makes them so good?”

“Chicken stock! You know, a lot of people just boil their greens, add vinegar and extra seasonings, but I go the extra mile and -”

While he’s cleaning up the dishes, Max rambles on to you about all the details of your dinner. You don’t mind it. Not at all. He has to talk to somebody about it. It’s not like his coworkers would listen - they wouldn’t even believe him if he were telling the God honest truth. They would tell you that it’s because you’re his captive audience. And they wouldn’t be so wrong. But you know that if roles were reversed, he would be the one listening to you go on about how to keep nutrient rich soil and natural pesticides. It all has to do with the fact that he’s comfortable with you. He realizes that he doesn’t have to do the song and dance with you. He’s allowed to be himself with you just as much as you are able to be yourself around him. Besides, it’s his coworkers’ loss. They’re missing out on the world’s greatest vampire chef.

After you’ve finished dinner, Max promises he’s got special plans for dessert but not until after you’ve rested. “I’ve got a little early Christmas present for you anyways.”

“Maaaaax, I told you. No surprises until Christmas Day.”

“I know. I know. But it’s just something to get you extra cozy tonight.” He smirks.

“Max, you promised. No s-”

“Hey now, don’t get ahead of yourself. I haven’t forgotten.” His face becomes stoic as he recalls an earlier conversation. “Tonight is for zoning and zonking out while growing into the couch. I get it. I get it.”

He directs you to your room to get changed. On your made bed (wait, did you make your bed this morning? Where did that pile of dirty laundry go) is a new pair of Christmas pajamas. True to his word, there’s nothing inherently sexy about them, unless someone finds various corgis with little Santa hats their idea of a good time. You stick to your nightly routine and don on your cute little pjs before coming back out to your living room area. You find Max (the ever busy bee tonight) in a cozy Henley and red plaid pajama bottoms waiting by the couch. He’s cleaned up any and all messes in the kitchen, turned off the overhead lights, turned on your lamps, lit your fresh evergreen candle, and, most importantly, turned on the only Christmas decoration you had time to put up this year: your Christmas tree.

“What’s this?” you ask. Max shrugs. “Thought I’d create some ambiance while you watch your trash reality tv.” “Ah yes, nothing says romance like mind-numbing television and petty cat-fights.” He’s even got the tv to the right channel. You’re surprised he remembered that you wanted to save the holly-jolly Christmas movies until tomorrow. You come right up to him and embrace him in a hug that turns into a short slow dance in between the coffee table and the couch. You steal a chaste kiss and the remote simultaneously to turn up the volume. “I see how it is,” Max chides.

It wasn’t a very remarkable night, but that’s what made it spectacular. Every now and then your viewing or train of thought is interrupted by Max’s foot massages, a very welcomed distraction nonetheless. You enjoy your reality show marathon while admiring your Christmas tree. It’s a simple pencil-tree really, but it holds significance in your family. Instead of regular Christmas lights, it is donned with bulbs that flicker like candles. You can’t remember how old it is but you treat it with care every year, afraid a slight breeze might disrupt it. And apparently, Max also takes notice of its meaning and fragility since he turned it on for you. He even took the time to light up the little angel holding two candles on the top. 

When Max does finally get up, he’s messing around in the kitchen again. You try to peep up from the couch to see what he’s up to only to be met with Max’s game buzzer vocalizations. He wants to keep your dessert a complete surprise. And surprise he did.

“Close your eyes.”

You do as instructed. “Should I be worried? Is it that bad?” you tease.

“For your blood sugar, sure.”

When he sits down you open your eyes to see a large warm brownie with salted caramel chunks- “A la mode,” he says with the French accent. You fully gasp this time. He was right, it was worth the surprise. “Max!” Full stomach be damned, you dig right into that thing immediately. There’s a second stomach for desserts, right? “I was hoping you’d like it,” he says smuggly. You sprawl out your arms along the couch in awe, your mouth full. “It’s divine.”

 Halfway through demolishing your gift though, you can’t help but wonder…

”You know….all of this has been really good.” 

Max looks at you. “Hmmmmm, I’m sensing a but…” 

“Not exactly, rather an inquiry.”

“Hit me.”

“Well, this all seems hearty and balanced. All I’ve had tonight…”

“I try my best to give you the very best.”

“Like steak. What did you say it was full of before? Heme iron?”

“The more digestible kind, yeah.”

“Collard greens….non-heme iron.”

“The one from plants, your favorite.”

“Sweet potatoes, vitamin C, to aid the digestion of all this iron.”

“You seem very knowledgeable about iron all of the sudden…”

“The new pajamas so I can fall asleep right after you take blood from my veins tonight!!!”

You stand up with your arms crossed and your hips out. He begins his retort in light astonishment as he waves his hands in the air. “I cannot believe the slander of my good name! After all of the things I’ve done for you tonight. Harumph.” He shakes his head. You look at him, all of your playfulness removed. He wavers. “Alright, yes. You got me. I’m fattening you up for the slaughter.” You start to move away but he stops you. “I just knew how comfortable you were going to be tonight and thought you might’ve wanted a supernatural sleep aide tonight to carry you off into a peaceful eight hours of sleep. I was always gonna ask. You know that, babe. And if you say no? I eat the leftovers I brought with me.” You sit back down and think it over for a moment, still eyeing him down for any slight dishonesty. During this pause, his voice gets lower, more gentle. “I know I’m still getting used to this ‘doing things for others’ schtick and I’m sorry if I’ve come off as ungenuine. I really did mean for you to have a good night tonight.”

After leaving him in as much silence as punishment you see fit, you sigh. “I know. That’s what the macaroni and brownies were for.” You smile at each other. You point your finger at him with a fire lit behind your eyes. “But next time, just tell me in advance, okay? And if I ever find out that you’ve been starving yourself for me, declining your plans will be the least of your worries. Do I make myself clear?” Max looks grave and he nods furiously. “Loud and clear, dear.” He opens his arms in apology and you accept with all of the sincerity it brings.

Still uncomfortable with the stillness the previous discussion brought, Max pretends to suck from your neck ravenously. You breathily giggle. “Max, you know that’s not how we do it.” He comes back up for the air that he doesn’t need. “Oh, you’ll find that I’m full of surprises come Christmas Day.” He wiggles his eyebrows. You both break into laughter. “Oh really? And who said you were the only Claus in town?” He embraces you again and gives you nothing more than a hickey on your neck. “Ooo, dirty Santa.” You playfully hit him as he jumps up from the couch. You roll your sleeves in anticipation for Max’s dinner. “Alright, I guess you’ve waited long enough.” You clear your throat and put on your best accent. “We have only the finest for you tonight on tap, iron infused, fresh from the source.” Max’s eyes widen and smile spreads. “There you go!” He takes hold of your arm by the wrist in one hand while the other only slightly slaps the middle of your arm in attempts to make your veins show up. Before he indulges in a bite, he gently kisses the top of your forehead and rests his own there. His voice quiets. “Thank you.”

Like previous blood donation sessions, Max clamps down in the fold of your arm. He treats it like any real donation. He always makes sure you are well fed before your visit and only takes what is necessary. To ensure he doesn’t deplete you, he waits weeks and months before entertaining the thought of introducing the idea again. This is a declaration of love in of itself as Max finds nothing sweeter than your taste. You’ve seen his venom in action on unsuspecting prey (non-human, of course. You don’t stick around for those hunts). The sleep you experience afterward is more of a tranquilizer than his normal victims, but you’ve found it helpful after a tough week for getting some shut eye. There’s no side effects the morning after besides the remnants of sleep.

The feeling is euphoric as always. The best way you’ve described it to Max is that it’s as if he’s replacing your blood with nectar or ambrosia. It may drain you (literally), but you swear you get as much enjoyment out of it as he does. Which perhaps, may be more. He keeps anxiously looking up into your eyes, gauging how close to sleep you are based on how heavy your eyelids get. Often, he worries too much about making situations about himself, but here is, ensuring your comfort and safety at every moment.

When you struggle to keep your eyes open, he stops immediately and licks your wound until it’s healed (something about vampire magical saliva properties…honestly, you don’t ask). Growing more tired by the second, he picks you up bridal style with ease courtesy of his superhuman strength. He slowly carries you to your bed, lowers the bedsheets with one hand, and gently lays you into bed. In your last bits of consciousness, you remember him joining you for the night and pulling the covers over you. He envelopes you in what little warmth he can spare from his clothes and vitality you gifted him. You both know he’ll sleep a dreamless sleep given that he doesn’t need rest to sustain him. Still, he softly kisses the back of your neck in appreciation. As you slip under you hear his words lull you away.

“Pleasant dreams, sugar plum.”

Post Author's Note: This is my first time writing a piece in like...2 years. I'm very proud of myself and very grateful for the opportunity that you guys gave me. Your support never goes unnoticed. Hope you enjoyed!

[pumpkinsy0]

CAN WE PLS GET SOME PAPERCUT CHRISTMAS HEADCANONS🙏🏾 (and maybe some dallas)

i made this literally RIGHT after i woke up from a nap i came READY🙏🏽🙏🏽

•they all wear ugly christmas saeaters, difference for pony and curly though is that they also wear matching ones as per curlys request. bonus points if theyre naughty vs nice

•pony and curly is that couple who tries avoiding the mistletoe bc everyone is around and believe it or not they have a limit on pda depending on how many ppl there r, but some of the gang r trying to push them under it

•around christmas time is the only time the curti’s use their small fire place and curly would knock OUT when he was in front of it bc his house was rlly cold, and ponys always checking up on him bc he reminds pony of a lil stray cat seeking shelter. purring and all

•dally hates it when ppl start to celebrate christmas right after halloween, like RIGHT after, he hates the fast change, he would like a moment to himself after being w family, yknow to just calm it down. the curtis’ have a habit of doing that so they dont see dally for like a week when they start doing it

•once curly was planning on giving pony this small gift during this small party that woulda meant a lot and he was hoping to keep it to himself cause ewww showing feelings in front of others, but he just couldnt so he asked part of the gang to help him out in finding it in time

•im not denying that curly WOULDNT put a mistletoe on his belt to b cheeky, im just saying it would b above his ass so EVERYONE can kiss his ass. he even put the mistletoe upside down and said it was a reverse mistletoe where everyone above it has to kiss him. pony tried taking it off him before he walked into his house but curly has sticky fingers he got ts out of ponys drawers from his room somehow

•he got that idea from dally btw, he was being nosey and eavesdropped on him and tims “oddly emotional drunk eggnog w alcohol and kremas binges”

•darrys walked in on pony and curly making out under the tree before, at first they were just wrestling but it escalated. darry does NOT care, he wants it to stop IMMEDIATELY especially bc they knocked down a few ornaments w it

•curly and pony window shop a lot near the holidays (ponys totally going in there to steal what pony had his eyes on later in the night, its usually just postcards bc pony has a weird attachment to holiday postcards, they comfort him)

•dally and soda r the only ones who remember mrs curtis’ hot chocolate recipe. if sodas busy thats the only time u will find dally in the kitchen. he says its just for himself but give a couple minutes and hes gonna walk in the living room saying if anyone wants go get

•pony makes sugar cookies for curly and curly tried cooking sugar cookies at his place and he did but they dont look right at all, y does half of em have a dick and y is the cookie so big, did u cut out these shapes w a knife😭😭

•”ho ho holy shit u look great tonight” “please shut up already”

•ponys knit curly a scarf that curly uses a lot, even has his initials on it!! curlys jacket is already wind resistant but no harm in being more warm!! tim and angela tease him for it but t the end of the day hes gonna b warm asf and they aint, when he sees angela shivers he lets out a lil “hm,,,” but ends up giving it to her to share

•i like to think dallas and sylvia have their nice moments together, especially on christmas!! its her favorite holiday and dallys not a complete asshole he tried getting her SOMETHING

[mistydeyes]

OHey Hey how are you? Well, I've been reading your blog and I really, really liked it so I decided to make a small request (okay, I'm new here on your page, but please don't take me into consideration). Could you do something related to the 141 mission in Brazil? (I'm Brazilian 🥹) I would really like that, and being a little more specific, Ghost meeting the reader during the mission (the reader being addicted and finding them by chance) if it's not too much to ask, could you add something a little warmer and also cute? Have a great day and stay hydrated, kisses 🥰🫶🏻🫶🏻

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summary: When Simon and the rest of the 141 find themselves in Brazil, they don't have time to enjoy the tourism as you need a helping hand in the bar.

pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x gn!reader

warnings: swearing, alcoholism, mentions of bodily fluids

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"It's like we're on holiday," Soap joked as they got off the helo and their boots met the tarmac. "Don't forget the mission," Price corrected, slapping the sergeant's back lightly. The air felt like a dry heat that enveloped them in a comforting blanket. "Why don't you usually pick beautiful locations like this, Cap?" Gaz asked as the group meandered through the picturesque streets of Paraty. Ghost followed in the rear as he kept a watchful eye on the crowds of residents and tourists. He nodded along with the conversation until it came on the topic of a meal. "We haven't eaten since the base," Soap moaned as he began to peek into every restaurant, bar, and shop that looked like it housed some food.

"I like this restaurante," Soap said, showing off his minimal conversational Portuguese. The group rolled their eyes as they noted the location appeared to be a pub of sorts, neon glowing signs of liquor bottles reflecting in the window. "Of course, you would pick this one," Ghost muttered under his breath as he entered the place. For a tourist-packed city in the summertime, it was surprisingly empty with a few patrons scattered about. The men took a seat and Price greeted the bartender in almost perfect Portuguese. "You sound like a natural," Gaz commented as the man returned with a round of drinks for the group. "Now remember we're here on business," Price again reminded before taking a large sip of his beer. The group shared in this moment of solace as Ghost gingerly sipped on his glass of rum. The voices of his teammates were softly drowned out as he looked over and saw you.

On the contrary to the men sitting next to you, you had been there since the bar opened. The bartender served you the occasional drink, always accompanied by a glass of water, yet only one of those glasses remained constantly empty. As you threw back another drink, you ignored the bartender pushing over a glass of water and some tapas over to you. "Me deixe só!" you rudely responded as you flicked your hand towards him. As you sucked on the ice from your beverage, you looked over to the group of men talking casually to the left of you. You clicked your tongue against your teeth as you noted their distinct accents that gave the tourist appearance. "You should tell one of them to buy me a Caipirinha," you loudly joked to the bartender as he rolled his eyes at you. You put your head on the cold counter as you could feel the liquor begin to hit your system. The room spun lightly and your body slowly slipped further and further off the chair you were sitting on.

You shut your eyes as your subconscious braced you for the floor but instead, you were met with the comforting grip of someone helping you back up. As you turned your head to see the individual, you were met with the dark brown eyes of a handsome early 30-something. "Thank you," you giggled but congratulations were said too soon on your part. A second later, you couldn't hold the insatiable urge to vomit on the ground. The bar filled with a mix of swears and shouts as Simon shuffled back and out of the way. "Hora de você ir" the bartender shouted, an effective way of saying 'get out here'. You slumped on the ground as you slammed the door. Your apartment was adjacent to the bar and you tried to get back up and walk to it. You fought through the spinning visions until you heard the bar door open behind you. "Whoa hold on now," the man before said as he held your shoulder. You looked back up to his brown eyes before he put a water bottle into your vision. "Drink it," he offered, "you're gonna need it in the morning."

You laughed as they helped to stabilize you and your haphazard water-drinking abilities. "What's an attractive group like you doing here?" you flirted, switching over to English as his group didn't seem the type to understand Portuguese. "Business," the man replied and you giggled as you continued to sip on your water. "Well you came to the right place," you continued to flirt, "you got to save me." That got a laugh out of him as he sat on the ground. He watched you like a child as you finished your water slowly. You sheepishly handed it back to them before straightening up and beginning to make the trek across the cobblestone street. "They gonna be okay?" his friend asked, exiting the door upon seeing your walk of shame. The man from earlier held his friend back as you walked. "They'll be alright," you could hear him say as you dizzily turned back around. "Hope you come by again, belo, you know where to find me," you winked. 

Later that night as you were nursing your hangover, you turned the packet of paracetamol found in your pocket. "Bartender gave me these. Take them - Simon" you read and despite your pounding head, you wondered if this was a sign you'd see him again.

[merrock]

WINTRY HOLIDAY CELEBRATION GUIDE

To make the holiday season a little more fun and a lot easier to plot… this is your guide to all things winter and Christmas in Merrock! I've compiled a fun list of places to see and things to do, a master list of events happening in town, and some ideas that you can run with if you're looking for fun ways to plot with one another. This is not the be-all, end-all. If something you see here inspires you to do something else, great! If you want to do something totally unrelated, awesome! This is just to help those who might be looking for a place to start, or a master list of what's going on in town. Hop under the cut for more, and feel free to bookmark this post. (Check back for updates now and then, too.)

MOD NOTE: if you own a business, and would like to offer something special, please let me know and I can adjust this post to let others know.

EVENTS IN TOWN

THANKSGIVING -- join us at the Community Center for a dinner that's both for those who need a place to be, and also for those who just want to join their community. You can come to eat, or come to help! (November 28.)

BLACK FRIDAY -- shopping all around your little town; see our list of shops below! (November 29.)

PLAY OFF FOOTBALL -- the Merrock Rangers come up against their final opponent for the season. take a little trip to support the boys, but bundle up! (November 29.)

SMALL BUSINESS SATURDAY -- the perfect opportunity to shop in some of your local favorites, making sure to support Merrockites! (November 30.)

GIVING TUESDAY -- a chance to give back to your community, whether it be through making donations to a charity, or helping someone in need. (December 3.)

NATIONAL COOKIE DAY -- stop into Flour Co. at 7PM to take a class on cookie decorating! this is open for kids and adults alike, and the cost of entry will go back to the community. (December 4.)

GINGERBREAD DAY -- the community center is opening their doors for all who want to come decorate gingerbread houses and watch Rankin Bass Christmas movies! (December 12.)

WINTER HOLIDAY MARKET -- the big event in town! the market will run for one week, and all are welcome to come out and enjoy. (December 14-21.) *

UGLY SWEATER DAY -- the chance for you to don an ugly sweater, no matter where you are! post pics to #merrocksocial so we can all see. (December 20.)

NEW YEAR'S EVE PARTY -- hosted at Evolution, the party is adults only, and the dress code is cocktail attire. fireworks and champagne at midnight! (December 31.) *

POLAR PLUNGE -- a fun chance to shed off the badness of the previous year and head into the new year feeling good. hosted by Mawk Tales! (January 1.) *

MOD NOTE: events marked with a * are designated events in town with OOC durations (December 14-21 for our Market, December 29-January 4 for the NYE Party and Polar Plunge). You are more than welcome to create threads for all other mini events whenever you would like, but we do ask that for those specific three events, you hold off and don't create them until the event is taking place on dash!

HELP OUT AROUND TOWN

help decorate the town! various businesses are always looking for people to paint their windows and hang lights. you can help set up the light displays at Cityview Park, as well!

pick up a child's wishlist at the Town Hall and fulfill their Christmas dreams by buying what they want and dropping it off for them.

stop into the Merrock Hospital Center and help make some crafts and gift baskets for the patients that need a little bright spot during their stay.

drop off your gently used clothes and toys at the Community Center, so that we can give back to those who might need something during this holiday season.

we're digging up the community garden beds! they all must be cleaned out, so stop by and get your hands dirty if you have a bed reserved, or even if you just want to help out!

if you would like to brighten up the cemetery, we will be placing small flower arrangements and wreaths on gravestones. all you have to do is stop by the main building to pick some up and set out to do a row or two whenever you have the time.

the senior citizens at North Shore would love for people to come help them decorate for the season, drop off gifts, or just swing by to brighten their day.

FOOD & DRINK AROUND TOWN

BONNE MERDE (downtown) -- stop in for drinks and a show while you're out shopping or enjoying the holiday.

EVOLUTION (downtown) -- perfect place for a fancy night out with your friends, to eat, or to drink!

MACK'S (downtown) -- try out Mack's signature burger and nacho platters, on sale all season.

OJICHAN NO SUSHI RESHIPI (downtown) -- find your favorite food truck and get some good eats!

ROSSI'S (downtown) -- drop by for lasagna and your favorite Italian desserts (and coffee).

TASTE (downtown) -- need a break from shopping? stop in for wine and cheese and other treats.

TOUCHBACK (downtown) -- the perfect stop to catch a holiday game & grab a beer.

🎄 WHAT'S THE TEA (downtown) -- specialty holiday blends of teas for sale & for drinking!

& CHIPS (coastal area) -- the perfect fish and chip meal for on the go shopping.

🎄 ANCHORS AWAY (coastal area) -- will be serving Grinch-themed drinks, it just fits.

DEIDRE'S DELI (coastal area) -- pop in for a warm bowl of soup, paired with your favorite sandwich.

FRESH (coastal area) -- healthy options for those looking for a snack while shopping.

THE HUT (coastal area) -- perfect quick stop for a burger and fries.

MAWK TALES (coastal area) -- stop in for your favorite mocktail to help make the season bright.

SANDCASTLES (coastal area) -- best bet if you want a date night in town!

🎄 SEA BREEZE (coastal area) -- debuting winter and holiday flavors of gelato after Thanksgiving!

🎄 THE CREAMERY (suburbs) -- peppermint, cinnamon, toffee, oh my! come try the new flavors.

CUL-DE-SAC DINER (suburbs) -- open late with amazing new dinner specials or holiday shoppers.

🎄 FLOUR CO. (suburbs) -- testing out all of the holiday baked goods they've worked hard on.

THE GARDEN (suburbs) -- good deals on good eats and even better beer. stop by to play pool and throw some darts, too!

GOLDEN HOUSE (suburbs) -- the perfect place for takeout orders.

🎄 PACO'S (suburbs) -- did someone say red and green chips for their nachos?!

PIZZA THYME (suburbs) -- when you need a breather, stop by for some pizza!

OVERLOOK (countryside) -- with views of all of Merrock, it's the best place to eat (many holiday specials) during the season.

TUMBLEWEED (countryside) -- the best place to grab a beer in the countryside!

SNACK SHACK (hideaway) -- when you need a break from shopping, grab a snack!

PLACES TO DO YOUR SHOPPING

BOOKENDS (downtown) -- stop by to pick up some holiday favorite novels.

THE HOLIDAY SHOPPE (downtown) -- deep, deep discounts on all holiday decor!

PAGE TURNERS (downtown) -- pick up some graphic novels for your favorite nerds.

THE VINYL HUB (downtown) -- huge sales on all classic Christmas albums!

BELLA'S BOUTIQUE (coastal area) -- drop by to pick up holiday deals on clothing!

CASSIDY'S CANDIES (coastal area) -- every possible favorite Christmas candy and Hanukkah coin you can think of is on sale.

JADE'S JEWELS (coastal area) -- don't think, just do it. buy her jewelry!

SOLES (coastal area) -- big deals on shoes for anyone doing their shopping.

TRINKETS (coastal area) -- buy one, get one free for all souvenirs in the store until Christmas!

BENNY'S (suburbs) -- the best place to do most of your holiday shopping!

JACK IN THE BOX (suburbs) -- pop in to pick out the best toy you can imagine for your little one(s).

LITTLE CORNER MARKET (suburbs) -- get all of your meal must-haves here at the market!

SPROUTS (suburbs) -- do a little shopping for the kids & babies in your life.

THE SUPPLY SHACK (suburbs) -- perfect for buying things for the artsy people in your life or getting what you need to enjoy holiday crafts!

TREASURE CHEST (suburbs) -- pick up discounted secondhand Christmas gifts and decor!

GARDEN MARKET (countryside) -- stock up on what you need to make your meals!

GREAT OUTDOORS (countryside) -- whether you need things for yourself or your friends, shop for your favorite outdoorspeople.

PET HAVEN (countryside) -- get something for your favorite kids this year -- your pets!

POLISHED BRASS MARKET (countryside) -- shop for antiques for yourself, or whoever loves old things!

ROCKY RIDGE HARDWARE (countryside) -- the handyperson in your life wants new tools. buy 'em!

COLLAB (hideaway) -- shop the little market place within our marketplace.

CREEKSIDE (hideaway) -- buy up some handmade holiday decor or order pieces!

UNIVERSAL ROCKS (hideaway) -- the very best place for your metaphysical needs.

THINGS TO DO DURING THE HOLIDAYS

CITYVIEW PARK (downtown) -- walk through the holiday light display! the park has been converted into a winter wonderland with tons of lights in the trees, on the ground, around the fountain and benches, with lots to see on our walk-through course.

MERROCK RAILWAY (downtown) -- hop on the train and take a little ride through their holiday light display! everyone who attends gets a package of cookies and cup of hot cocoa, as well!

THE MIRAGE (downtown) -- on top of the usual merriment, on Friday and Saturday nights, The Mirage will be having Christmas karaoke! everyone's welcome, just make sure that you've brought along your dancing and singing shoes!

STUBS (downtown) -- stop into Stubs to see a variety of fun Christmas movies… or check out their app, where almost any Christmas movie that you can imagine is available for you to watch for one flat fee when downloading.

VIBRATIONS (downtown) -- on Friday nights, Vibrations will be transformed into a winter wonderland, with fake snow flying and Christmas tunes blaring throughout the club. specialty drinks will be served all night, as well!

AQUATIC CONSERVATORY (coastal area) -- bring the kids (or yourself!) down to the Aquatic Conservatory for some educational demonstrations and walk-throughs of the conservatory, where you can learn all about Merrock's wildlife in the winter time, and how they survive!

FROM BRUSH TO CANVAS (coastal area) -- the gallery's current exhibition features paintings themed with Christmas and winter, in all sorts of art styles. come by to make a purchase, or just to wander through and enjoy what you see.

THE MARINA (coastal area) -- take a boat ride with any one of our companies that is offering them -- their boats are decorated for the season, playing music, and perfect for a romantic night out or a little family trip if you want something different!

CHILDREN'S MUSEUM (suburbs) -- arts and crafts all season long for the kids! there will always be afternoon movies and snacks for a small fee for parents who want to do some kids-free shopping.

THE FUN SPOT (suburbs) -- holiday skate nights are every Wednedsay night! On Thursdays, the bowling alleys will be green and red and playing Christmas music. And on Fridays, you play to win… Christmas squishmallows in the arcade! don't miss out!

LUPINE LANE (suburbs) -- a perfect chance to walk through the streets of the mobile park in the suburbs, and see all of the holiday light displays! most homes participate, and there's always something pretty for you to see on your adventure!

MEMORIAL LIBRARY (suburbs) -- take some time to check out your favorite Christmas-themed books, or bring your kids by for all sorts of arts, crafts and of course, hearing some of their favorite Christmas stories read by the librarians or volunteers!

SILVER PINES JR. (suburbs) -- for those who don't mind braving the cold weather… come check out the miniature golf course, which has been modified for the winter season with all sorts of fun decor! they're also giving out free hot chocolate!

BLACK CREEK (countryside) -- take a hike along the creek to see some gorgeous waterfalls and enjoy the sights! please be mindful and careful that the trails can be slippery and dangerous this time of year, though. you're on your own if you're outside f the state park!

BLADES (countryside) -- open for the season, stop by to do some ice skating, get a game of hockey going with your friends, or hit one of the many hills nearby to do some sledding!

FARMER'S MARKET (countryside) -- the farmer's market remains open on Wednesdays and Saturdays! you can stop by and do all of your indoor shopping in their barn, or head outside to find some food and drinks at the food trucks. lots of crafts available, too!

HANDPICK'D (countryside) -- every Sunday afternoon, Handpick'd will be having a sip and shop special, where you can come in, try out some wines, and browse holiday vendors that are selling their goods! open to anyone 21+ only, obviously.

HARMONY RANCH (countryside) -- winter rides, come get your winter rides! these are recommended for intermediate to advanced riders, only, as they may take some wintry trails that could be precarious, but they should be fun, none the less!

LAKE MALORY (countryside) -- once it gets cold enough and the lake freezes over, ice fishing is popular in town. you can get equipment at Great Outdoors, or find someone to help you out at the lake. there are some great catches to be made!

LAVENDER LANE (countryside) -- visit the tree lot! it's open daily and has fresh cut trees, wreaths, swags and more arrangements. you can also take an axe and hit the Christmas tree field to cut down your own if you're feeling adventurous!

PARADISE GARDENS (countryside) -- with the garden displays all lit up and festive, come by and spend a peaceful afternoon just enjoying some decorations and a little bit of nature. a perfect educational experience for the kids, as well!

PINE GROVE GARDENS (countryside) -- take a tour of the oldest home in Merrock, decorated in traditional Christmas garb. you can stop in the tea room for a bit to drink (and eat!), or explore the grounds, which are also decorated for the season.

STATE PARK (countryside) -- smaller, easy to navigate trails are open for hiking. campfire sessions will happen near the lodge, with Christmas stories read by the fire, and s'mores and hot chocolate ready to keep you warm. a number of fun demonstrations and educational lessons will happen to teach you about winter in Merrock's forests, too!

THE WHEEL (countryside) -- stop in and throw some pottery on a wheel! and yes, before you ask, we do have those infamous ceramic Christmas tree molds, and all of your other favorite classics. plus pieces ready to paint, if you don't want to make them yourself!

THE COLOR WINE (hideaway) -- have a great time with Mandy and co. doing some sip and paint! bring your girlfriends and make a whole evening of it. the studio is also open for those who might be looking to practice their painting, as well!

THE PLOT THOUGHT BUBBLE

go sledding with your friends, drink hot chocolate in the park while walking the light display, take a trip out to the countryside to go ice skating, offer to help decorate your loved one's house, treat each other to an ugly sweater just to make you laugh, try to bake something new, take a trip out of town to do some shopping, or visit a relative together, make some festive cocktails together. catch a movie at the theater, or watch one at home curled up on the couch. challenge someone to make the perfect cup of hot cocoa, sit down and decide to paint wooden houses together, go to the arcade to see who can win the biggest prize, make your own Santa hats at home, stuff stockings for each other, try to wrap all of the gifts that you've bought, make your own Christmas-themed blankets. handmake keepsake ornaments for each other, or just hang out and color in a coloring book. when it snows, go make snow angels or build an army of snowmen, get into a snowball fight, plow and shovel out your neighbors together, or build an igloo that you swear you might sleep in. have a sleepover complete with Christmas pajamas, or go shopping for the perfect holiday party outfit, decide to hit up the antique store for the most ugly-cute decorations that you can find.

OTHER IMPORTANT INFORMATION

Merrock School district will be closed December 23 - January 3. The last day of school will be Friday, December 20th, and students will return on January 6th.

The Merrock Community College will be closing on December 17th, and have off from December 18th through January 14th, returning on January 15th.

This winter, we will be expecting a decent amount of snow around Merrock! This can lead to power outages, or school cancelations. We'll let you know when and if this happens!

We will be doing a gift exchange within the group (IC, of course!), and more information about this will be coming in December. It will be by participation only, to keep it fair, and anonymous.

[drabbles-mc]

Latest & Greatest

Neil Fak & F!Reader

For @the-slumberparty's Bingo Challenge! Bingo square: family friend

Warnings: 18+, language, weed, pining if you squint

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: I finished yet another rewatch yesterday and I just love Neil Fak so much. So here we are.

The Bear Taglist: @withmyteeth @garbinge @narcolini @hausofmamadas @ashlingnarcos @justreblogginfics (If you want to be added to any of my taglists, please let me know!)

It was impossible to hear much of anything with all of the chaos going on. There were at least ten different conversations going on, most of them being conducted by screaming instead of talking. On top of that there was the clattering of pots and pans, items being thrown and dropped, not to mention Donna’s slew of timers. The ringing was all so staggered that no one could keep them all straight, least of all Donna. It was bedlam, but they all knew it was coming, and year after year they all kept deciding to come back.

Because of all of that, Fak hadn’t heard his phone the first time it chimed when a text message came in. When the reminder chime rang, he was too deep in a yelling match with Richie to pay it any mind. It wasn’t until all of the people who were usually occupying his time were being occupied by someone or something else, that he took the time to check his phone.

“Still doing Christmas at the Berzatto’s?”

He smiled, completely tuning out the rest of it for a moment as he replied, “Fence in 5?”

The response was almost immediate. “Clock’s ticking”

You were already outside by the time he managed to escape the house. You were leaning against the fence that divided the back of your yard from the back of the Berzatto’s, arms rested on top of it. You couldn’t remember the exact year this became the meet-up spot for the two of you during the holidays, but it had stuck ever since. It gave you a breather from your own family, and it gave Neil a break from the Berzatto’s, not that he ever really seemed like he needed one.

Every year he was in a different flannel and sweater combo. You wondered if he and Theodore flipped for it each year to see who got to choose. Not that it really mattered much since they both ended up wearing the same thing regardless. One year you were going to have to weasel your way into going on that shopping trip with them.

“Can’t stay away, huh?” you said as he walked over to the fence.

He raised his eyebrows, laughing as he came to a stop in front of you. “You are the one who—”

“I meant from Donna’s,” you cut him off, chuckling as you nodded towards the house behind him.

“Oh.” He laughed and gave something of a shrug, not giving more of a response. There wasn’t really much more to say about it. He made himself busy, fumbling with the button on the pocket of his shirt. You didn’t say anything, just pulling your sweater tighter around you as you watched him pull a joint out of the small pocket. It was enough to send both of you into a fit of laughter.

“Saw Francie earlier when I went to the store,” you said with a chuckle. “Still on the no-fly list with Nat.”

Neil shook his head as he sparked his lighter, mumbling emphatically around the joint in his mouth. “Because of the fucking thing!”

You laughed. “Doesn’t help that she never said sorry.”

“Maybe she took your spot,” he said once he lit his joint.

“My spot?”

“On the no-fly list.” He took a drag before handing it to you.

You were laughing as you placed the joint between your lips. You inhaled deep before responding. “I’m on DeeDee's not Nat's.” You shook your head. “Pretty sure I’m fuckin'…permanently barred from entry.”

There was a beat of silence between you, like the conversation was about to take a heavy, serious turn. But instead you both broke down into fits of laughter. There was so much that could be said about Donna being the one that banned you from the holiday festivities, but you didn’t know if it said more about her as a person, or about you.

“You hated Christmas here anyway,” he finally said when the laughter had died down. Even as he said the words he still had that same goading smile on his face.

“Most sane people would.”

“You’re not sane.”

You handed the joint back to him with a roll of your eyes, “Sane-adjacent.” You paused, watching him pull another hit. “My mom asked about you, by the way.”

He chuckled and shook his head. “Bullshit. She did not.”

“She did!” You were laughing as he passed it back to you. “She asked how her favorite Fak was doing.”

“That does not mean—”

“And you’re my favorite Fak,” you kept going, talking over him the way you all always did with each other, “so by extension you’re also her favorite Fak.”

“What makes you so sure?”

You chuckled and shrugged. “’Cause I’m her favorite daughter.” A beat passed as you brought the joint back to your lips again. Your voice was slightly strained as you tried to talk without letting out your entire inhale at once. “So? What’s the latest and greatest?” You finally let go of the breath you’d been holding. “Catch me up on the last few months. What've I missed in the life of Neil Fak?”

He watched you for a second, staring at you as you stared down at the joint in your hand and tried to figure out how much more the two of you could even really get out of it. It was almost done, the rendezvous almost over.

“Got a new high score on Ball Breaker.”

You nodded, expression serious but the glint in your eyes giving away the humor of it all regardless. “Of course, of course.”

“The toilet at The Beef is still exploding every couple of weeks.”

“I think Richie breaks it purposely just so he can see you again.”

Another beat. Another second of you two staring at each other. Another shared fit of laughter at the sheer ridiculousness of that notion.

“How’s Ralph Squared?” you asked, trying to hold back just a little bit of your laughter over the fact that he named both his cats Ralph.

“Ralph are good! No escapes lately.” He tapped his knuckles against his head. “Knock on wood.”

Your smile was enough to nearly make your cheeks hurt. “Good.” You paused. “How are you?”

Fak shrugged and nodded. “I’m good.”

There was a look in his eyes that had you thinking maybe he wanted to say something more, but he didn’t do it. He wouldn’t. That’s not what these little meet-ups were for.  These were for both of you to get some fresh air and something similar to silence after spending hours in your respective war zones. Granted, Christmas at the Berzatto’s made your family Christmas seem like a walk in the goddamn park. But you still enjoyed the breather. Still enjoyed leaning on the opposite side of the fence from Neil and smoking together like you were still in high school.

“Please,” you joked, “spare me the details. Don’t get too carried away on me now—I only have so long out here.”

He rolled his eyes at you, face turning pink in a way that you both simultaneously and silently agreed to chalk up to the cold. He snatched what little was left of the smoke from your fingertips and finished it off, both of you chuckling quietly at the petulant child-like nature of it.

“You know how I am,” he finally said with a laugh. “You?”

You sighed, dropping your head so that your chin was resting on your forearms, forcing you to look slightly upwards at him. “Still waiting for you to get out of Chicago for a week and come visit me!”

“It’s so far.”

“It’s not that far.”

“It’s pretty far.”

You rolled your eyes but you were still smiling. It was the same debate every time you came home. You weren’t actually that upset about it—you knew who you were dealing with after all. The Fak's and the Berzatto's weren’t the types to just up and leave Chicago. Even if it was just for a week.

“I’m just saying,” you stood upright, adjusting the sleeves of your sweater, “I’ve got a pull-out couch with your name on it.”

“I don’t even get a real bed?”

“I hardly even get a real bed!” you shot back with a laugh.

“That does not make me want to come and visit you more. Just saying.”

You chuckled and shook your head. “I’ll work on that.”

Before either of you could try and say something else to keep the conversation going, the screaming in the Berzatto house reached a crescendo, followed by the sound of shattering glass. Neil tucked his chin down for a moment, gathering himself up before heading back in to see what the damage was this time.

“I’ll let you go take care of that,” you said with a small laugh as you crossed your arms over your chest, the cold finally starting to get to you.

“I’m sure Mikey's got it all under control,” he replied, getting both of you to laugh.

“Mm, I don’t know, sounds like it might be A Fak.”

He laughed. “It’s always A Fak that’s why they invite us.’

You shook your head, unable to stop the smile on your face. “Merry Christmas, Neil. Tell Theodore I said the same.”

“And Francie?”

You laughed. “Sure. You can tell her, too.” You took a step back towards your parents' house.

He gestured to the fence. “Same time next year?”

You had to laugh. “I’m here for the rest of the week—I better see you again before I go. Preferably not in, you know,” you gestured to the fence again, “fuckin' no-man's land.”

“Pfft,” he mocked deep confusion and offense, “Do I not come when you call? Do I not respond when you beckon? It’s what I do—I show up.”

You laughed. “I’m just saying.”

“I’m hearing, I’m hearing,” he said, smiling as he started to make his way back towards the house. “Merry Christmas!” he called back to you once you turned around and started to head back to your own house.

You laughed as you turned just long enough to shout back, “And Happy Fuckin' New Year!”

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❝CHOCOLATE KISSES, VALENTINE'S WISHES❞

❦summary;  as the day of st. valentine approaches near, one can wonder how the students of nrc plan to celebrate

♪the characters in this story; trey clover, cater diamond, leona kingscholar, vil schoenheit, rook hunt, malleus draconia, lilia vanrouge, gn!reader

✎word count; ~3,409

❀what do the ghosts say?; romantic relationships, bullet point format, giving of chocolates and other sweets, blushing/flustered students

☛the author's notes; i don't write a lot for trey, you all know this, be nice to me please ヾ(´ ▽ ` )

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❝TREY CLOVER❞

♡ I actually think that Trey’s pretty fond of valentine’s, to some extent

♡ Like, for a bakery, valentine’s is going to be a very busy time, so young Trey must have been running around helping his parents at the bakery

♡ And then his siblings are all getting a bunch of candy and chocolates and it’s just a really hectic, but energetic time for him

♡ I also think that he really likes making/getting cards, so that’s also something he’s doing 

♡ So Trey actually really likes valentine’s ( ˙▿˙ )

♡ Besides childhood memories or whatever, Trey’s definitely going to be making something on the day of

♡ Maybe some cupcakes for the dorm, a small cake for Riddle, cake pops for ADeuce

♡ Just lots of things being made man

♡ Of course, he’ll always remind those people to brush their teeth thoroughly once the day is done

♡ Trey probably wouldn’t be very against or for getting a card/letter. He’ll take it with a smile and then thank you for it

“Ah, a card. I like the cover on this, did you make it yourself? It’s cute.”

♡ If the card you give him is sweet and sugary like those cakes he makes, there’s gonna be a bit of a blush across his cheeks.

“Your card is pretty nice. How long did it take you to make this, huh?”

♡ Either way, Trey will be thanking you, but that’s it.

♡ When you’re Trey’s partner for valentine’s, you’ll definitely be getting a bit more than if you weren’t

♡ Trey’s definitely going to be making something for you, that’s no doubt

♡ Maybe your favorite cake, a treat you particularly like, he’s going to be making something you can eat together

♡ If you prefer something less sweet, I know some people don’t like sweets, Trey will still do his best to make something to your tastes

♡ I think that Trey would also get you a small gift along with whatever he makes you

♡ Maybe a small bouquet of flowers, or a teddy bear that’s on the smaller side

♡ Nothing big and grandiose 

♡ Now, date-wise, nothing romantic is gonna happen until towards the end of the day, as both of you have stuff to do during the day and Trey wouldn’t want to interrupt your schedule

♡ That won’t stop him from giving you small kisses throughout the day, just to remind you that he remembers about this day of love

♡ Your date together will most likely be in Heartslaybul in the gardens without any interruptions from the underclassmen 

♡ Trey’s going to be feeding you that treat he made of his. And if you get something on your cheeks? He’ll lick it away and kiss that area <3

❝CATER DIAMOND❞

♡ Oh my gosh, first thought is that Cater’s that type of person to be liking and reposting those aesthetic valentine’s mood boards or stuff with pink aesthetics during February 

♡ Cater is going to be so hyped about valentine’s 

♡ He loves the holiday so much because it’s just such an attractive time of the year, in his eyes

♡ Like, there’s so many good places for photo ops, so many shops having valentine’s themed stuff!

♡ There’s gonna be such good magicammable things, Cater’s gonna be busy

♡ Cater isn’t going to be much of a giver, he’ll be getting things, but not many people are getting things in return

♡ Maybe, he’ll go to Sam’s and get some heart shaped lollipops for his dormmates

♡ I don’t think he’d like getting any chocolates or sweets, we all know this. I think there’s spicy chocolate though, so I think that’s just for him

♡ Or chocolate covered fruit, one of those two things, Cater will like getting either 

♡ When getting cards, Cater’s gonna be ecstatic and, before getting anything else, he’ll be snapping a quick pic of it before reading it

“Aaw, you got me a letter, how sweet! Gimme a sec to take a pic before I read it though...”

♡ When the card is sweet in words and romantic in theme, be prepared for some teasing, because he’s going to be teasing ♡(>ᴗ•)

“Ooh, it looks like someone’s confessing their love for me here, huh? Hey, don’t shy away now!”

♡ He’s going to take a selfie with you and the card, but he won’t post that one

♡ Spending valentine’s with Cater as his partner is going to include lots of photo ops and lots of cute date places

♡ Definitely going to be getting you a bouquet of roses, that’s for sure

♡ He’s going to be very affectionate during the day, like just going up to you and peppering you with kisses before leaving 

♡ Cater has a date all planned and ready to go towards the end of the day, so expect him to remind you about it

♡ I think he’s going to actually dress up for your date together and will want to match with you

♡ He’s going to take a pic of the both of you together before the date and then after

♡ Maybe taking a picture of the food

♡ And where’s his phone for the other majority of the date? Well it’s away, cause he has to eat!

♡ His other hand is holding yours <3

❝LEONA KINGSCHOLAR❞

♡ Doesn’t care for valentine’s, kinda hates it

♡ But Leona hates everything, so that’s not new

♡ Even though he’s second prince, I’m sure he still gets a bunch of letters and cards as he’s still a prince and people wanna marry princes 

♡ So he hates having to receive all that junk from people who just want something from him 

♡ Leona is going to be spending valentine’s as any other day, which is sleeping, skipping on his classes, and being generally apathetic to what’s happening around him

♡ Like, I can’t emphasize enough, Leona just hates holidays like this

♡ Obviously, Leona is going to be a big receiver, but not a giver

♡ Any chocolates, treats, or gifts he gets that he doesn’t like, he’ll probably just give it to Ruggie or any other person who will take it

♡ I think he’s someone who prefers dark chocolate over the usual milk chocolate that valentine’s chocolates are made of

♡ Though, I think he does find amusement in chocolates shaped like little animals. Or peeps. I think Leona likes biting the heads off

♡ Getting a card isn’t going to garner much reaction from this lazy lion, so don’t be disappointed if he doesn’t immediately read it

“A card, huh? Ugh, great. What’s with the look? Do you know how many I got today? Heh, I’ll read it later, if that makes you so happy.”

♡ On the off chance that he does read it in a five minute timeframe from when he gets it and it’s a card with genuine words and compliments, Leona will get a bit smug

“Hehe, your card’s cute. Didn’t know you could write such flowery things. What, hate it? I mean, I don’t dislike it....”

♡ I think that how genuine a card is matters to Leona, because of how many letters he gets with people who are just trying to get on his good side

♡ Even if Leona hates valentine’s, with a partner, he’s going to try a bit more for them

♡ There’s a good chance he’ll regift some of the stuff he’s received from admirers, but you’ll be getting your own gift, don’t worry

♡ And also don’t be surprised by the large bouquet of your favorite flowers that suddenly appeared overnight. It’s just ‘a little something’ as the attached letter from Leona says

♡ Leona is definitely going to drag you away from any responsibilities you have on valentine’s so you can spend the day with him

♡ He’s your partner, and it’s valentine’s, so it makes sense, alright? 

♡ Even though he is dragging you away from the responsibilities of the real world, Leona will still be very sweet towards you

♡ He’s going to bring you to his room where there’s many comfy pillows and blankets and all the things needed for a relaxing chill day

♡ He’ll be cuddling you and falling in and out of sleep as you do whatever you please

♡ And, as an additional bonus, when Leona is awake, he’s going to be giving you many soft kisses and small words of ‘i love you’

♡ Even towards the end of the day, as he’s finally going to sleep, Leona will give you one last kiss and a muttered ‘love ya’ before falling asleep <3

❝VIL SCHOENHEIT❞

♡ A busy, busy man

♡ Valentine’s means lots of companies promoting products for couples, which means models being needed, which means Vil has things to be doing 

♡ Obviously, they won’t be doing shoots on valentine’s itself, but I’m sure that by then, Vil will be quite exhausted by then

♡ And, as Vil is someone who’s quite famous, he’s going to be receiving a lot of letters, gifts, the like

♡ So then there’ll be that Vil has to deal with

♡ Rook will be helping him, of course, but it’ll still be exhausting to deal with for him

♡ Despite this he’s going to be making something for his fellow dormmates 

♡ Everyone is getting a neatly written letter, a single rose, and some rose or candy scented cosmetic product

♡ It’s all presented quite beautifully, even Epel will admit it

♡ For Vil, when getting a card, it honestly depends on the presentation of the card when he first sees it. 

“Hm... I have to say, the cover of your card is quite appealing. I’ll make sure to read it and tell you my thoughts later.”

♡ If he does read it right then, Vil is going to give you his thoughts once he’s finished reading

“Heh, how cute, though I do have to applaud your words. Quite well worded, dear.”

♡ Don’t talk anything he says as mean or condescending though, he truly means it if he likes what you’ve written ♡( ◡‿◡ )

♡ For spending valentine’s with Vil as his partner, get ready to be spoooiled 

♡ You will be given a nice outfit, a beautiful flower arrangement, and your absolute favorite treat

♡ Vil will treat you like a queen/king, as you should be treated

♡ A hand will be around your waist as the two of you walk together and you both will look like a picturesque couple 

♡ Rook is going to be gushing over to two of you for a good chunk of the day, saying how perfect the two of you look, how beautiful your relationship is, etc etc

♡ Vil has definitely set up a dinner for the two of you towards the end of the day and he’ll be making sure the two of you dress well

♡ You two will have a room reserved to yourselves, so nothing is going to interrupt you. 

♡ And the view is going to be beautiful! So Vil can’t help but kiss you as the sun sets <3

❝ROOK HUNT❞

♡ Ohoho 

♡ Mans loves valentine’s 

♡ I’m pretty sure that Rook would love to run a valentine’s gram service and then deliver all the grams by arrow

♡ But Azul probably stole that this year, so he’ll have to do something different

♡ Rook is the self-proclaimed hunter of love, this is his holiday!

♡ So, as the hunter of love, Rook just has to make sure everyone knows that valentine’s is drawing near

♡ He will be doing his best to celebrate valentine’s to the fullest

♡ I think that Rook would be organizing something for the dorm or school

♡ Hell, he could even be running an anonymous confession service for people, there’s no stopping this man

♡ If Rook gets a card, putting aside the thought of if its romantic or not, he’s going to be going into a full soliloquy 

“A card, for me! Oh, how my heart soars at this! I could simply take you into my arms and hug you, mon cher! Why, I—”

♡ Just know you’re going to have to stop him at some point, unless you like listening to him use a shit ton of metaphors

♡ This is going to be heightened if the card is actually romantic, like, he’s going to be starstruck. And speaking a lot of French.

“Ah! Mon cher! C’est magnifique! Mon cœur bat si vite! Ayez pitié de moi!”

♡ To translate in simpler terms; he is very happy about your card and pretty much is about to kiss you ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

♡ And if you’re his partner on valentine’s? Hooo boy, here we go

♡ I will start by saying that when you wake up, you will be hit by a strong floral scent. This is because there are many, many flowers in your room

♡ And by your bedside, a note from Rook. He’s arranged a little scavenger hunt for you! How nice! What are you gonna do about the flowers though...

♡ The scavenger hunt is going to be fun actually, but clues will also be in places that you have no idea how Rook got into, like the Savanaclaw dorm because everyone there hates him

♡ Regardless of all these questions, you’ll find yourself in the woods by the school 

♡ And when you reach the final location, you’ll find Rook in the middle of a beautiful clearing with a picnic ready for the two of you

♡ The food’s actually gonna be really good and Rook is going to compliment almost everything you’re doing. Yes, even if you eat

♡ I think that Rook would gift you a necklace as his valentine’s gift and he’ll personally put it on you himself

♡ And when it’s time to pack up, Rook is going to be holding your hand and giving you such a loving look the whole way back <3

❝IDIA SHROUD❞

♡ He likes valentine’s, but only for the events that happen in his games. So, besides that, Idia doesn’t like valentine’s

♡ Idia hates all that advertising of love and happy couples and blegh

♡ It’s disgusting, in his eyes, and Idia hates seeing it so much

♡ He’s gonna be playing a bunch of visual novels during this time 

♡ I think that Idia is someone who is a receiver rather than a giver, and for a good reason too 

♡ Idia would be nervous as hell trying to give someone a card, afraid of getting rejected, or a bad impression, you know how this goes

♡ The only reason Idia would leave is if Ortho wanted to go see something and Idia wants to go support his brother 

♡ But other than that, he’s staying shut inside his room

♡ Giving a card to Idia is going to be a task in itself, lemme tell you

♡ Of course, Ortho would be happy to give it to Idia for you, but there is a chance Idia could just throw it out or something

♡ Though, I think making him a digital card and sending it to him would be just as good as giving one to him in person

♡ Let’s assume you’re able to give the card to Idia in person and he doesn’t kick you out or something 

“E-Eh? A card? Fo-For me?! Wh-Why me? I’m just some 3-star character, nobody wants them! Okay, okay! I’ll read it...”

♡ And seven forbid if the card you give him has romantic and sweet words towards him because we’re going to have a fire hazard

“Wh-Wh-Wha— Wh-Why did you—?! Are you tr-trying to kill me?!”

♡ Dramatics aside, Idia’s actually going to be really appreciative of your card, even if he doesn’t act like it

♡ Being Idia’s partner on valentine’s isn’t going to be much different than any other day, let’s be honest

♡ Idia isn’t going to be taking you outside on any dates, unsurprisingly, but he has something planned for you two in his room!

♡ He’s going to have all your favorite snacks lined up and all your favorite games

♡ Even if he hates the games you like, he’ll let you play them on the big screen while he uses a handheld 

♡ Idia will even get some chocolate/strawberry flavored treats if you’d like

♡ But that’s pretty much going to be the whole of your day

♡ Where is Idia going to be sitting while you’re gaming? 

♡ Right beside you of course! And when you get an achievement, you’ll be getting a peck on the cheek <3

❝MALLEUS DRACONIA❞

♡ He’s just a bit confused

♡ Malleus doesn’t particularly understand why there’s a whole holiday centered around love

♡ Especially with all the roses and chocolate stuff

♡ Regardless, he does find it interesting to observed

♡ And maybe he wants to receive what his other classmates receive too, but he’s alright for the most part

♡ Malleus is definitely going to be giving for valentine’s

♡ He’s going to be making cards and get chocolates for Lilia, Silver, and Sebek 

♡  Rest of the time, I think Malleus is just going to be observing, people watching

♡ He wants to know about the intricacies of the holiday. He’s a curious being overall

♡ Getting a card, for Malleus, I think he’d be overjoyed about it because there’s a very good chance that the poor dragon boy won’t be getting many cards

“Oh, a card. Why thank you, child of man. I appreciate this greatly.”

♡ When the card is more romantic than what Malleus would flush, just a little, but there’s a bit of a smirk on his lips too

“These words... Hm? Oh no, I don’t dislike it. I find it quite adorable.”

♡ Malleus is definitely going to be keeping that card in a safe area where it won’t be damaged 

♡ Now, on valentine’s, as Malleus’ partner, you will be coddled and cuddled by this big ‘ol dragon

♡ Definitely going to get you an obscenely big bouquet of roses, no doubt 

♡ Also a bunch of chocolates, like a lot of them

♡ Please explain to him that chocolates and roses aren’t the only things that he can gift on valentine’s, unless you want all that

♡ Anyway, Malleus is going to steal you away first thing in the morning and take you back to his room 

♡ And in his room, there is going to be a nest with lots of fluffy blankets and pillows ready to be resting on

♡ No, you will not be able to leave, Lilia will get you anything you need

♡ Yes, you will be there basically the whole day

♡ You will also be kissed a bunch, so I hope you have fun <3

❝LILIA VANROUGE❞

♡ He is vibrating with excitement, look at him shake

♡ I like to think that Lilia loves celebrating all holidays 

♡ Doesn’t matter he doesn’t celebrate it himself, he finds it so interesting and intriguing that he can’t help but be interested

♡ Lilia will definitely be trying to get the rest of the Diasomnia in the mood of valentine’s 

♡ So, if you visit, during this time, expect to see quite a lot of pink and balloons

♡ That aside, Lilia is definitely getting something of the rest of the Diasomnia crew

♡ And he’ll make sure that all the gifts are to each boy’s liking

♡ Like, for example, Lilia probably got Silver a squishmallow or something and a pack of coffee

♡ All three boys are going to get really good gifts, you’d think that it’s christmas for them

♡ If Lilia gets a card, he’s going to be really teasing with you, but will thank you overall

“Kehehe, a card, hm? Ah, makes me feel like a youngin again, getting one of these~ Thank you, dear.”

♡ And if your card is more romantic, Lilia is going to be all over you and teasing you relentlessly

“Oh, how cute! I never knew that you could write such sweet words! Hm, are you blushing? Don’t shy away now!”

♡ Regardless, you will be teased by this old fae, so i hope you’re prepared for that (/_＼)

♡ Spending valentine’s with Lilia as his partner... well.

♡ He’s going to try making you chocolate for valentine’s and will do his best to make sure it’s perfect

♡ Of course, we know that it won’t go well, but at least he tried! Just don’t eat the chocolate...

♡ Lilia will definitely be holding your hand for a majority of the day and be told time and time again that you’re beautiful, handsome, gorgeous, all the compliments that Lilia can manage

♡ You are also going to be bitten. A lot

♡ Not in a sexual way, but in a more sign of affection. Just a little nip on your wrist or on your shoulder

♡ Towards the end of the day, Lilia is going to whisk you away for a night walk together in the forest 

♡ The forest is going to be alight with fireflies and it’s honestly so beautiful to look at 

♡ Lilia is going to be holding your hand the whole way through, guiding through the forest 

♡ It’ll truly be a beautiful sight, especially with you by his side <3

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