#december is so far away tho

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The First Day Of SmutMas

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~ First Christmas ~

bf!James Potter x fem!Reader

Summary: You and James have your first Christmas in your new flat together. You two have fun buying new decorations and deciding where they’ll go while getting distracted in every room you put them in.

- no voldy, no war, no Jilly(i love them tho), mention of reader having a mother, this one’s probably gonna be longer than the others since it’s the first, & ik they can just magic all this up but🤷‍♀️-

Warnings: 18+ Content!!!! Sickly sweet fluff, language, nicknames(Baby, Princess, Good Girl, etc), reader is shorter than James, alludes to Smut, degrading(kinda?), aggressive make out, f!receiving fingering, m!receiving oral. Me being obsessed with James being a dominant softie.

You and James had been together since your 5th year of Hogwarts and by the time your 7th came to an end you knew you were meant to be together forever. Once you had successfully started University and James solidified his Pro-Quidditch career close to a year later, he was desperately begging you to join him in the two bedroom flat he leased for you both, and how could you say no?

You moved in during the Spring and by the time July rolled around you were able to hold a housewarming party with all your friends, and by the start of your next school semester in September, you could really call it home. Which brings you to now, where you sit in your cozy living room under a large blanket texting your Mother as James heats up dinner for you both.

“Jamie!! Oh my Gods!!!” You shouted, jolting up in your love seat and tossing your blanket off as you held your phone in both hands looking at it. James came running into the living room from the connected kitchen as soon as he heard your distress, skidding around the breakfast island as though he was on the Quidditch pitch.

“What?! What’s wrong are you okay??” His eyes darted around your face and body before scanning the room as though looking for danger. “No!! We don’t have Christmas decorations Jamie, my parents have our tree up already look!” You got up, shoving your phone in your boyfriends face as you pouted up to him, showing the sparkling Christmas tree in the photo your Mother sent you.

“I completely forgot I didn’t have my own,” you sighed, looking back to the photo of your decorated childhood living room, “Christmas felt so far away when I moved in so I figured we’d just buy one before we needed one and now it’s gonna be Christmas soon-” your rambling dies down when James’ warm hands cup your face as he shushes your worries, pulling your chin up so you have to look him in the eyes.

“Don’t worry Love, we have close to a month to get this place all festive, we can go to the store first thing in the morning okay?” You shake his hands from your face with scrunched brows before pushing past him entirely, “No, let’s go now, we can set this place up tonight it’s too far into December to wait any longer.”

James stands still in the middle of your shared living room as you rush around, grabbing your coat and keys and straightening your hair in the mirror by your front door, “Love?” James spoke in an overly cautious voice, “It’s only December 5th, we have plenty of time,” His little giggle that usually would have you basically kicking your feet and blushing makes you glare at him through the mirror.

“Right, okay fair enough I’ll get my coat,” He states with a nod of his head and snap of his fingers as he spins on his feet, leaving you to put on your shoes with a triumphant smile. You rushed him out the door as soon as his feet were in his boots before you were speeding out of your car garage as fast as you could, blasting your Christmas playlist louder than needed the entire ride to the store.

James smiled to himself as he watched you sing over every lyric of Feliz Navidad while you wiggled in the drivers seat dancing in what space you had, “Jesus Baby, I knew you loved Christmas but I didn’t know it was this much,” He chuckled to himself with his chin in his hand leant over the middle console. You reached to turn down your music so you could speak properly, keeping your fingers on the nob and making it clear it wouldn’t be for long, “It’s our first Christmas living together James,” you shrugged, flashing him a quick smile before continuing, “I don’t know this one’s just different”

James swore he’d never spent longer shopping, even when you moved in together, but he didn’t complain. The shimmer in your eyes every time you saw something Christmas related had him holding out longer every time he thought to ask when you two would be done. James gladly showed off his strength picking up the box for the 6 foot Christmas tree you said was “just perfect for the flat” and picked out a few boxes of variously shaped lights, but mainly let you run the show as he pushed the items around on the comically too small cart. Until he saw something you must have missed, laughing to himself behind you and quickly grabbing the plastic mistletoe with a bright red ribbon around it, slipping it under the stockings you picked out so it could be a surprise.

Almost as soon as you were back home and parked, you were jumping out to start gathering bags from your trunk, “Baby let me, there‘s like twenty bags in there,” James laughed out while joining you at the back of the car, however you were desperate to get to decorating, insisting it would get done faster if you helped, as well as keep him from needing to do multiple trips up the stairs. Which he couldn’t argue with, so after a few minutes he caved and let you take significantly less bags than you planned, before making your way upstairs.

It didn’t take long to get into the groove of decorating as you turned on your music and began imagining the perfect places for all your decorations. Starting in the living room, you began handing James tinsel to hang off various surfaces as you started unboxing the lights and thinking of where they’re needed most. Tugging at the opening of the box, you watched as James reluctantly taped over the ends of the fake greenery attempting, and failing, to get it to hang evenly over the entrance to your hallway. The obvious pieces of tape and ripped bits hanging uneven and way too low made you cringe as you stepped forward, “er….Jamie Sweetie, do you wanna open these instead and I can take over that”

Staying in your groove however, proved difficult. Since James thought he didn’t seem to have the artistic vision you were looking for in your decoration process, he opted for “patiently”waiting for you to tell him what to do as you worked throughout the flat with James following behind your heels like a lost puppy. In reality though, there was nothing patient about James Potter and at this point he had honestly grown rather bored of decorating, becoming desperate for your attention. He couldn’t stop himself from grabbing your hand every 10 to 20 minutes just to twirl you around to Christmas music, as you both laughed and enjoyed the other’s company he watched your eyes shine up at him like he wanted to all evening. When you inevitably caught on to his attempts to distract you however, you began turning down his dances leading him to pout behind your busy figure when you asked him if he could set up the tree for you to decorate instead.

After eyeing the blank canvas of the new tree and the various boxes of different shaped ornaments, you quickly grew entranced by the millions of ways you could think to arrange the shining pieces of glass and plastic, leaving James to grumble to himself while rummaging through the remaining bags to see if you missed any of the fragile orbs. Once he got to a bag holding only two stockings he smirked to himself, grabbing it quickly and yanking out the artificial mistletoe before facing your back as you gently set the hook of a red ornament on the wire branch of the tree. James approached you quickly, standing directly behind you and holding the little decoration above both your heads in one of his large hands.

“Look up,” he chuckled and took your hip in his free hand, spinning you around as you observed the adorable little thing above you with a smile. In less than a second he had tossed the green plastic aside and was gripping the back of your head in his now freed hand, tugging your lips into his as soon as your eyes met. He sighed into you, licking along your bottom lip and begging for entrance as you whined below him, the kiss was passionate and full of unspoken desires as your hands found their designated spot in his messy curls.

James groaned as you tugged on his locks, gripping you tightly before slamming you into the closest wall with a protective hand on your head. Your gasp forced your lips to separate, James staring down at the swollen, red flesh before trailing his lips down your neck to mark there as well, “You drive me crazy you know? You look absolutely breath taking doing the simplest of things,” His voice was low and drenched in arousal as his hands began trailing up and down your body possessively.

The combination of his hot breath and his delicate lips slowly turning aggressive had you shivering and clenching your legs together, your lips unable to keep in your song of pleasure. James’ cocky smile grew in the crook of your neck at the sound, urging him to slip his hand under your shirt to tease the top of your pants and tug you closer by the free belt loop. James brought his lips to the shell of your ear where he softly whispered sounding almost like pleading, “Lemme make you feel good Baby, then we can get back to work.”

His lips immediately returned to their assault of your neck as you tried to will your brain into forming a sentence, “We- hmph….we need to get it done Jamie- fuck.” His teeth dug into the flesh of the side of your neck with a groan and his fingers struggled their way past the waistband of your jeans to drag his fingertips over the hem of your underwear before his mouth was returning to your ear. “I won’t take long then…..I know you want to. I can feel your heat already, you know all you have to do is ask and it’s yours.”

You could hear his smirk in his voice as you whimpered, whining a feeble please that allowed him to rush his hand away only for a second as he unbuttoned your jeans, before quickly snaking his way down the front of your pants and underwear. You both sighed out a moan as the pad of his rough finger slid it’s way through your slick folds, locating your clit immediately and adding a finger as he drew quick circles that took your breath away. “Y’like that Princess?” James chuckled as he spoke, “I know you do, you’re fucking dripping in my hand,”

James’ voice was dark as his deep, blown out eyes met yours, his wide smile only grew as he quickly shoved both his fingers forward and inside of your desperate cunt, forcing your eyes to shut and your mouth to fall open in a moan. “Oh fuck. Fucking hell Jamie,” James wasted no time in picking up the most brutal pace your tight jeans would allow, the feel of the seam scratching against the back of his hand only increasing his need for you. Each time his fingers hit the deepest parts of you he’d swirl his fingertips against the warm, spongey spot and each time your moans would fall into whimpers as you clenched around his digits. Your mind was going hazy as the tension in your lower stomach grew, your moans turning into pants and whines of pleasure as you cling to James’s arms, nails digging into him and surely marking his flesh.

His teeth nip at the bruising skin of your neck pushing you closer to your breaking point, your legs shook under you and his free arm moved to support your back. His fingers worked faster as you tried to support yourself on his chest that vibrated with laughter, his mocking tone surrounding you, “Gods Princess, can’t even fucking stay standing,” his teeth harshly pulled at the abused flesh of your neck just to hear your whines before continuing, “Pathetic really, bet you won’t even wanna finish the tree once I’m finished….isn’t that right?”

“Fu-fuck James….don’t b-be mean,” James snickered into your neck, feeling the clench of your walls and knowing full well you were enjoying every word, “Oh shut the fuck up and be grateful.” He punctuated his words with a harsh move of his fingers against your g-spot, snapping the tension that he’d built up and pushing you over the edge. Your head fell backward into the wall loudly, eyes screwed shut and your mouth open in a silent moan as your whole body shook around James’ fingers that slowly calmed and retreated to his mouth to be sucked clean. He pecked your sweaty cheek and helped to steady you against the wall, laughing at his handy work as you huffed, attempting to catch your breath. “Okay, now back to work Love.”

Your eyes lazily opened to meet his gaze, his authoritative voice making you question what he was planning. “I thought you sai-“ James laughed aloud, kissing your forehead and buttoning your pants as your brows scrunched together, watching him retreat to grab a random ornament before making a show of finding the best spot for it to take.

Over an hour later you found yourself leant below the tree adding the last few ornaments where they looked best. “Hey! Would ya look at that!!” James suddenly stated dramatically as he stood behind you, watching intently as you bent forward on your knees toward the tree. You turned to find him much closer than you expected with a hand above his head, once again dangling the mistletoe above you both. “Gotta give me another kiss now Love,” James almost whispered with a bright smile, “How bout you be all festive and follow the rules yeah?”

When you went to stand James’ rough hand met your shoulder, lightly shoving you back onto your knees and tsking down at you softly. He pocketed his mistletoe, caressing your cheek with his knuckle sending a shiver directly down your spine, “You kissed me on the lips last time Princess, shouldn’t I get a different kiss this time?” His voice was laced in a condescending tone as his bottom lip stuck out in a mocking pout, watching your eyes dart between his darkening gaze and his growing bulge that was almost level with your eyes.

You smiled up at him, maintaining eye contact as you leaned forward to place a kiss on his clothed crotch and immediately letting your tongue slip past your lips to leave a trail of spit up the outline of his shaft to his tip, eliciting a groan from the back of James’ throat. “Fucking ‘ell, take them off first” he growled above you, making you giggle as you tugged his pants and boxers halfway down his muscular thighs, letting his fully hard dick bounce up against his abdomen. Your eyes and lips gravitated to it as though they were magnets, mouth watering as you planted soft kisses on the base of his shaft before trailing higher while James’ breath picked up. His strong fingers weaved into your hair, a telltale sign he was getting impatient, just how you liked him.

Almost as soon as your delicate lips met his leaking red tip you were opening them to trace up and down his slit with the tip of your tongue, before padding your teeth with your lips and hollowing your cheeks to abruptly and without warning slip his throbbing dick down your throat in one go. The obscene, shaky moan James released was like music to your ears as his fingers aggressively clenched in your hair. “Fuck y/n, bloody amazing you are!” You bobbed your head up and down, immediately setting a quick pace you knew he thoroughly enjoyed.

His hips lightly thrusted forward to meet your tongue each time you backed away, forcing you to gag around him as his tip hit the back of your throat repeatedly. The weight of his heavy dick and the taste of his precum sending a wave of pleasure to your core, drenching your already damp underwear once again. You balanced yourself with a hand on his large thigh, moaning as you dug your nails into the flesh, pulling a strangled moan from James and making him jolt harder into your mouth accidentally.

“Fuck Princess I’m sorry, just feels so- oh fuck,” you didn’t let up at his words, even as his hips mindlessly pushed him further and harder into you. Your eyes watered as your throat started to hurt, his grip in your hair moving to grip onto the back of your neck hard. “I’m gonna cum and you’re gonna fucking swallow it okay?” Your teary eyes met his as you nodded the best you could around him, “Good girl, always so good for me.” You moan around him at his praises, hearing him hiss above you as you absentmindedly buck your hips against nothing but the seam of your jeans. His dick twitched against your tongue when James pulled back before he was shoving back in harder, using your neck to push you further onto him as he spilled his cum into the back of your throat, forcing a gag from your desperate attempts to swallow every last drop he gifted you.

James gently removed himself from your mouth, trailing his hand to your cheek in a comforting manner as he tugged his pants up over himself. He trailed his thumb over your swollen lip, smiling down to you with a hazed look on his face, “My little gift under the tree.” His voice was soft and inviting as you giggled up to him before standing to turn and observe your beautiful Christmas tree.

“Baby, you missed an ornament,” James stated as he pointed out a snowflake remaining in the box now filled mostly with empty protective wrapping, “I was wondering, why didn’t you want to get a real Christmas tree? Y’know, be all traditional for the first Christmas in the flat?” James asked as he grabbed the forgotten ornament gently and handed it to you.

“Because this way it‘ll last a while, as long as we keep it safe anyway. We can take it with us when we move into a house together and one day it’ll be our kids’ first Christmas tree. Maybe even some of our grandkids’ if it lasts that long.” You spoke so nonchalantly as though you knew for a fact you wanted to spend every Christmas as a family and James swore his chest shrunk, his heart suddenly feeling the need to break out of his body as his eyes scrunched with the smile on his face. His slightly teary eyes scanned the room that only seconds ago he saw as a bit gaudy, now seeing the bows, the flashing lights of different colors, and that green plastic mocking vegetation on any flat edge it would fit on….as absolutely beautiful, each one a new memory to be shared.

When you turned to look to him you saw he was already watching you hang the glittering snowflake with tears in his eyes. Wasting no time in throwing himself forward, gripping your cheeks in his warm hands and melding his lips into yours, only barely separating to breath with his forehead against yours. “If you keep talking like that then this tree will only be a few months older than James Jr” You burst out laughing together as you fall into his arms in a warm hug.

“I am most definitely not naming our son James Jr,” you laughed, stepping around him with a pat on his shoulder, “James can be his middle name though Sweetie, we can think of a first name when we actually start trying.” You giggled, rearranging a piece of tinsel that was out of place, not seeing the look of pure love and adoration James was giving you.

“Well then what the bloody ‘ell are we waitin’ for” James loudly stated, pulling your attention to him before he was hauling you up by your thighs, tossing you over his shoulder, and smacking your ass with a laugh while walking toward your shared bedroom.

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Back to December - LN4

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summary: based on the song 'back to december' by taylor swift. You fell in love with Lando and that's what scared you the most, that's what scared you into breaking up with him and disappearing for four months but now you wish for nothing more than to make that dreadful night back in december right again

warnings: this one is a sad one with a little bit of fluff

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"I'm so glad you made time to see me", you dared to speak after a few minutes of awkward silence. "How's life? How's your family? I haven't seen them in a while."

"I've been good", Lando shortly replied. "Busier than ever with all the races and stuff."

"The season started a few weeks ago, right?", you asked, even tho you already knew the answer as you couldn't help but keep up with the Formula 1 schedule.

Lando simply nodded.

"The weather's nice", you spoke again. Lando huffed. "We're in Miami", he dryly replied.

You could tell his guard was up by the way he sat upright in the chair and wasn't comfortably leaned back as you remembered it, by the way his voice sounded forgein and somewhat cold, not the warm, smooth one you remembered.

But you knew exactly why. Because of you, because the last time he saw you was still burned in the back of his mind.

"I'm sorry for that night", you spoke up after a few seconda of silence.

You think a lot of that night in the middle of december, the night you rejected him.

You didn't sleep for days after you left, you couldn't. Every time you closed your eyes, his face would show up, reminding you of what happened, of what could've been.

You would sigh, stand up and walk to the window to stare out on the glowing lighs of Miami as your mind played back all the beautiful memories of Lando and you.

Summer. All the beautiful times. Memories.

During the summer break, Lando asked you to join him on the vacation his friends and him were going on. You were hesitant at first but agreed shortly after.

It was probably the best summer of your life. You had the best time, joking around with Lando, Max, and Ria. It was your first time in Greece as well. Living in America you'd never really been outside of the States, your usual vacation was the beach house with your family of friends, an hour away from your apartment in the middle of Miami, or a trip to the Canadian mountains.

You watched him from the passenger's side of the rent car, you watched how his fingers drummed on the steering wheel in the exact beat of the music coming from the radio, how his blue eyes were focused on the road ahead, how little hums left his lips when a song came on he liked and how he laughed when you started to sing karaoke together.

Maybe your heart already knew back then.

Your brain however only realized you loved that crazy boy who risks his life every two weeks by stepping in a small car and driving up to 300kph, in fall. After Daniel and him had an especially good race in Monza, Italy and secured McLaren a 1-2 podium, the first one in a while.

The whole crew celebrated together later that night and Lando obviously invited you to join them.

You went to a club, not far from the circuit, had a few drinks and danced the night away. You could finally let loose of the stressing days at work. With the pretty curly headed boy right in front of you.

"You having fun?", he called over the loud music, with the biggest smile you'd ever seen. You nodded with a just as big smile on your lips. Lando tangled your fingers together and pulled you closer.

His other hand rested on your lower back. You leaned your head against his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin directly under your ear as he was wearing a half buttoned shirt.

"Me too", he said, kissing the side of you head. "It means so much to me that you're here", Lando whispered in your ear and you lifted your head from his chest.

Lord, this boy had a way with words. Maybe that's what made you helplessly fall in love with him without even knowing.

His eyes were fixed on you and his hand left your fingers and went up to the side of your face, cupping your cheek. Lando stroked over your cheek and slowly over your slightly parted lips.

"You're so beautiful", he mumbled. His gaze switched between your eyes and your lips, until he looked in your eyes for a few seconds longer, searching for consent to do what he wanted to.

You nodded slowly and closed your eyes when you felt Lando's soft lips on yours.

The kiss was gentle, the first of many more you would share until the cold came and the dark days of winter.

You started to have doubts but your heart was telling you to ignore them, to enjoy your time with Lando.

He had brought you flowers, red roses, your favorite. It might seem cheesy but you loved them. You didn't think anything of it, looking back at it now, you were so stupid, so oblivious. Why would he randomly bring you your favorite flowers to a date in the park?

"You remembered my favorite flowers? I told you that ages ago", you laughed, breathing in the sweet, fresh scent of the roses. "Of course I do", Lando smiled, sitting down next to you on the wooden bench. You met up in a park close to the race track where Lando would be racing tomorrow.

"You're too sweet", you mumbled. In that moment you felt happier than ever, thinking nothing could ever destroy your mood.

Lando studied your face carefully. Looking back, all the signs were so obvious. "Love?", he asked after a few minutes of just enjoying the silence between you two. You turned your head to look at him, finding his sparkling blue eyes.

Lando swallowed hard and reached for your hand but before he could say anything else you felt light rain drops fall down on your bare arms.

Your eyes widden and you looked up into the sky. It was dark, it was probably after midnight already so you couldn't see the dark clouds above.

"I think we should go somewhere dry", Lando chuckled and pulled you up from the bench. But you didn't move further. Rain was something quite unusual for Abu Dhabi.

"Love, it's raining. Come on", Lando smiled. The rain had started falling quicker by now but you just stood there, head tilted back and eyes closed.

"Dance with me", you whispered.

Lando looked around the park, no one was here but the two of you. "You know I can't dance", he chuckled. You smiled and looked at him, then you pulled him closer to you, the roses still firmly in your grip.

You started to sway the both of you from side to side. "See?", you mumbled, looking up into his eyes. Even in the dark they were bright blue.

"You barely can call that dancing", he chuckled, both arms wrapped around your waist. "It's close enough", you giggled and touched his nose with your own.

Lando looked into your eyes for a second before leaning down and closing the small gap between your lips. You kissed before, this wasn't something new but somehow it felt different.

"I love you", Lando whispered.

And suddenly your whole world stood still. You abruptly stoped moving and your entire body froze.

You left Abu Dhabi that night. The doubts creeping around in your head overshadowing your heart yelling at you to go back to him.

After you pulled back from Lando, apologized and literally ran away. Your cheeks were wet and you were sure it wasn't only the rain running down your skin.

After you arrived at your hotel you hastily threw all your things into your bag and left for the airport, flying straight back to Miami.

Because you had been hurt by your past lovers, you naturally assumed that he was going to hurt you, as well, so in order to keep your heart from getting broken, you left.

Because although you loved him, and you were sure you did, you didn't want another shattered relationship, another shattered broken heart that would take months and months to heal again.

But maybe you just made that happen all by yourself by leaving. Maybe you just broke your own heart by not giving him a chance. The chances you deep down knew he deserved.

You took the flowers home with you and placed them on your kitchen counter, not touching them ever since.

Over the months, they naturally died and secretly you were hoping your love would die with them.

You thought you'd enjoy the freedom of not being tied to him, of not having to fulfill responsibilities, of not clearing every weekend to go see him because even though you loved him, loving him was exhausting at times.

You desperately hoped for all these things to happen but somehow that didn't.

Because every weekend since the season started, you sat in your room, your fingers itching to grab the remote to turn on the TV to watch the Formula 1 race.

You missed it. You missed travelling long routes just to see him for a few hours, you missed seeing his happy face after finishing on the podium, you even missed his bad mood after a race that didn't work out the way he wished to, you missed wrapping your arms around him and pulling him into a hug and following into a kiss.

After finding out he got his first podium of the season in Imola last week, memories dwelled up again. Memories of last year's Grand Prix at Imola where he also secured a podium and where you were watching him.

You knew Miami would be the next one, so you took all your courage to grab your phone and send him a short text, asking to meet you in his favorite café here.

And now you were looking up at the boy who's heart you broke only four months ago.

Lando finally looked into your eyes, the first time since december.

"I'm sorry for that night. You were so good to me, fuck, you were better than anything or anyone else. When you held me in your arms that September night, the first time you ever saw me cry, the first time anyone but my family ever saw me cry. I miss you, I miss your smile and it being the first thing I see in the mornings. And maybe it's just wishful thinking, probably mindless dreaming but I feel like if- if we... if you- I swear, I'd love you right, how much you deserve it and even more because you were the best thing that happened to me but I was anxious and scared and stupid for not realizing this earlier. There's nothing more I wish for than to go back in time and change it, but I can't. I know I hurt you, I hurt you trying to prevent you from hurting me but in the end that's exactly what I did so if you don't- if the chain is on your door, I understand, I completely understand but please don't let it be too late, Lando because I miss you and I love you. More than anything!"

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For the record. This was only my first exam. The rest are all in january/february. I still have organic chemistry ahead of me. And anorganic. And cellular bio. And botany. And latin. And history of pharmacy. And I don't even know what fucking else. BUT the next few days are Hogfather season and I will only start regretting not studying for those other exams sooner *after* Christmas.

So I did my math exam today and passed (!!!) and and it's honestly ridiculous how my mind immediately switched to Christmas mode. Wau. I didn't even realise Christmas was coming

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Hola Fairly!! How are you? How was your week? I hope it was great! Now I have two ideas (one for Christmas since my mall started decorating for the holidays even tho it's a month away 😭).

No1. Is Nanami and the reader get invited to a quinceañera (where it's readers niece's big day and wanted them to come). And it's Nanami's first time at such a big party (unlike those office parties) and all of the tias wanted a turn dancing with him as well as the little kids.

And No.2 is almost like my first ask (where teen Kento meets the reader's family and her mother tells Kento that she'll teach him recipes) And since during Christmas it's a family tradition (of mine) to make tamales! (Japanese Christmas is a bit different than others since they really don't do present exchanges) So he helps the reader's mother and then they open presents around midnight with the whole family! (While the little kids dogpile around him showing them their presents to him.)

Introvert Spotted at a Quinces // Nanami Kento x fem!reader

word count: 2.5k

cw: f!reader, latina-coded reader, fluff, ooc(? Nanami, established relationship.

summary: You and Nanami were invited to your niece's quinceañera, which is far from Nanami's usual science. Especially when all of the sudden, people from your family want to dance with him.

a/n: hello erigaur! thank you for calling! I've been good, getting cozy and warm now that the cold weather is here for reals. i cannot believe that your mall started decorating for Christmas on November! i usually save all that for December, which is why i will start on that second idea separately. For now, let's see how nanami does at this quinceañera.

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Nanami loves you, there is not a thing he wouldn't do for you. He’s the kind of husband to get out of his comfort zone for you, to try new things he never thought of trying out. And getting out of his comfort zone he has ever since he started dating you, but nothing like today.

Oh no, today was different. Today wasn’t trying some dish or watching some series that you grew up with. It wasn’t something he could try within the comfort of his own home, in the quiet tranquility of the evening with the two of you alone behind closed doors. Instead, he was sitting by the table in this large venue filled with people he was still getting to know: your family. Meanwhile, you were on the dancefloor with your sister and a huge smile on your face as you danced to one song and got excited for the next one as soon as it started. Being in a party as big as this one, as loud as this one, was definitely something he wasn’t used to. Quinceañeras, or any parties like this for that matter, weren’t his thing.

When you told him about the party a few weeks ago, he noticed how hesitant you were about even going to the first place. Despite how much you loved your niece and wanted to commemorate such an important birthday, you still managed to put up some excuses. It’s gonna end super late, we could just send her a gift and stay home, I don’t even think I have something to wear, and many other silly reasons to not go. Even then, you shrugged your shoulders at your own with your eyes darting away from him, your tone laced with defensiveness. Nanami knew how to read between the lines and hear what you wouldn’t say—you wanted to go but you were putting him first.

It was one thing to go to those office parties he frequented and another to go to a quinceañera. It wasn't like he even liked those parties, it was work. He would show up, chit chat with coworkers about the most superficial things, and return home. But those parties were quiet, nothing too big or too personal. Quinceañeras were the opposite. Loud, filled with your family that he had married into, and bigger than what the word big denoted. Those kinds of parties simply didn’t line up with your quiet and introverted husband, you were worried that they would be too much to handle and make him uncomfortable.

But for you? Nothing was too much to handle, especially a party with your family no matter how much you tried to scare him into staying in his comfort zone. So he insisted on going. It wasn’t just because it would be bad manners to reject an invite without a valid reason, but he would hate to be holding you back from celebrating your niece’s coming of age party. Your family was his now and events like this were something he signed up for the moment he married you. These events were important for you because it meant seeing your family and because he genuinely wanted to engage with your family and be the husband you deserved, one that your family approved of.

This brings him here, looking at you dancing in your pretty dress that he bought you to avoid your excuses of having nothing to wear. You looked so pretty all dolled up, even with how dark the venue was and all the colorful lights shining all over the room, that was easy to appreciate for him. You always looked pretty, but it was events like this when you could really redefine what ‘pretty’ even means. He could just open up a dictionary and see a picture of you right now with that smile as the definition.

The way you were dancing, however, made him hum. You were letting loose, not caring who was looking as long as each song you danced to was better than the last. There were a few times you looked back at him and tilted your head back at him with a smile to invite him to join you, which was met with a wave of his hand as he shook his head. He was happy staying here at the table, guarding your purse as you danced away. Sure, it wasn’t his ideal night to sit alone at a party like this, but he didn’t mind it. You looked too happy for him to even consider pulling you away from this early than what you would’ve wanted.

“Wife left you all alone?”

Nanami turns to his side when a voice barely manages to break through the loud music, his eyes meeting your aunt sitting next to him. Nanami greets them, slightly nodding his head at her.

“She wanted to dance and I am a terrible dancer.” He answered, trying his best to make his voice heard through the music.

“Oh, come on. No one cares about that when they are having fun.” Your aunt laughed at his modesty, which caused Nanami to look back at you and then everyone else on the dance floor. Everyone seemed to just mind themselves.

“You’re right. Maybe I am still getting used to all this.” He chuckles, turning back to face your aunt. It was hard to talk considering how one had to shout if they wanted to keep the conversation going.

“Right, but that doesn’t mean you can’t let loose.” Your aunt suddenly stands up, extending her hand for Nanami to take. “I’m sure one dance can’t hurt, no?”

Nanami was taken back by the invitation to dance, making him a bit apprehensive to the idea. He truly meant it when he said he was a terrible dancer, at least when it came to this kind of music he wasn’t familiar with. However, the way your aunt was patiently waiting for Nanami to accept made him rethink it. It didn’t seem like she would take no for an answer and he did tell himself before coming here that this was his family now. Maybe one dance wouldn’t hurt.

He nods, placing your purse down on your seat and standing up to take your aunt’s hand. “Alright, ma’am. It’s not like we can talk with the music this loud.” He chuckles, trying to ease his uneasiness.

Your aunt laughs once more, agreeing with him once they reach the dance floor. “Maybe we can work on improving your dancing. I’m sure [Name] will appreciate that.”

Nanami nods once more, this time with a soft smile. He wasn’t opposed to the idea of that, after all, how many times has he danced with you in the comfort of your home? His hand on your lower back and yours on his shoulder. Or better yet, you holding his waist close as he holds your cheeks as the two of you sway back and forth. But that was different. That is when the two dance without needing any music, just doing what feels right. 

That uneasiness was still present in him as your aunt was trying to show him how to dance to cumbia, to which he was mentally grateful that the genre of the songs changed to something much more tame. He tried his best to follow along, feeling his feet tangle themselves as he tried to follow that triangle step your aunt was so patiently teaching him. He just hoped he wasn’t making a fool of himself in front of your family, seeing how everyone else seemed to move with this flow and smoothness in their steps while he was still looking down at his feet to not trip over himself.

“See? You can dance!” Your aunt noted with a smile, taking his hand and guiding him to spin her around.

It might have been a bit clumsy in his eyes, but he was glad that his stiffness when dancing didn’t take anything away from her fun. Besides, it was nice to stretch his legs after so much time sitting alone on that table, so he kept dancing with your aunt as a way to spend his time in this quinceañera while you had your own fun.

One dance was one dance and your aunt did keep her promise, not wanting to overwhelm him about spending so much time with her, especially when he was kind enough to indulge her in a dance. But as soon as your aunt lets go of him, leaving to take care of things around the party, it seemed like other people had their eye on Nanami. The member of the family that has always been pretty reserved and polite was finally opening up to them even if it was just by dancing. How could they let this chance go to waste?

If it was like those office parties with people trying to strike up a conversation with him, Nanami would’ve found a way to politely cut the conversation short if he wasn’t in the mood to talk much. But it wasn’t like that. Not when different women from your family of all ages were trying to steal a dance with him. Even if he wanted to go back to his seat or sneak away to the bathroom for a few seconds of quietness, he couldn’t bring himself to say no. It wasn’t like he was fond of the idea of dancing so much tonight, but his own words were repeating in his head—this was his family too and he didn’t want you to think he was uncomfortable with them.

From dancing with your aunts and cousins to the small kids dancing close to him, one could easily see how Nanami was letting loose, shaking off his stoic demeanor that made him seem so unapproachable before if it weren’t for the many stories you share of him since you started dating. Instead, he was just making the best of it, taking a couple of notes from how you danced with your sister earlier—as if no one was watching. Even if that wasn’t the case considering how everyone seemed to be taking turns to be his dance partner, it was comforting to just not think much of it.

But of course, there was someone watching. You.

You had gotten away from the dancefloor to check on Nanami and get a sip of a drink, only to find that the table was empty. Thinking he had just gone to the bathroom, you sat down to give your feet a break, gently swaying in your seat to the music.

“I didn’t know Nanami had that in him.” You raised your brow at your sister, not sure as to what she meant by it.

“You know, I always pictured him as the type to just sit around in parties and just sulk around.” Your sister explained, nodding her head towards the dancefloor so you could understand. “Didn’t know you married quite the softie.” She adds with a chuckle.

Confused, you turn to the dance floor. At first, you don’t see anything out of the ordinary, let alone your husband there. That is until you make out his blonde hair, making you crane your head slightly to make him out amongst the crowd. When you finally get a good angle, sure enough, you see Nanami dancing. Even if that was rare on its own, he was slightly hunched over so he could hold the little girl’s hands as they danced, swinging them back and forth to the beat of the music. It wasn’t how you thought Nanami would spend the party.

It was adorable, seeing the wide smile on the little girl’s face as he danced with her. It made your heart flutter at the sight with a soft exhale of your lips. He was fitting in just fine, and there you were when that invite came, all worried about his comfort and trying to skip today. You’re glad you didn’t. You stand up, letting your sister know you had to make it up to him for leaving him on his own while you danced.

As Nanami danced around with the little girl, one of your niece’s, he suddenly felt a tap on his shoulder. Expecting another relative of yours, he meets your smile, making him stand up straight once the little girl lets go of his hands and runs off somewhere else.

“Is this the line to dance with Nanami Kento?” You teased, placing a hand on his shoulder as he turned around to face your body.

He chuckles, quickly placing his hands on the all-too-familiar spots of your waist and free hand. “It is. But you, Mrs. Nanami, get to skip the line.”

“Oh, lucky me, Mr. Nanami?” You giggled, ready to take the lead but surprised when he squeezed you lightly.

“Lucky you indeed, I had some practice.” He smirks, winking at you as he starts to lead. Though bachata was a type of dance he was still learning, he wasn’t holding himself too bad. You did catch him, however, flashing his eyes back and forth between you and his feet, making you giggle at how he was trying to do things just right.

Your hand leaves his shoulder, coming down to his chin and lifting it gently so his eyes meet yours. “Not bad, though you’re still a bit stiff.” You chuckled, teasing him a bit.

He hums, giving in to your lead as your hand goes lower to his back. “Then you’re just gonna have to help me practice.”

“You make it sound as if that is a bad thing.”

“It is when you’re an amazing dancer and I am not.” He says, lifting both of your hands to spin you around and then pull you closer to him, chest meeting chest.

“You’re just being modest. Even my aunts were telling me you were quite the dance partner, sounds like you were having fun without me.”

Nanami shrugs his shoulders. Parties like this were still not his thing. They were too loud to even hold a conversation, ended way too late for his liking, and simply different from how he preferred to spend his time. But he would lie if he said he didn’t enjoy himself at all. Even if he felt silly trying to keep up with your family and these kinds of events, he managed to catch your smile when you turned around to take him to the dancefloor, softening him up. Yes, Nanami is a reserved and quiet person. Parties, let alone quinceañeras, are not his thing. But he was learning to get comfortable with them, he wouldn’t let you have anything less than that.

“I still prefer to have you by my side. You make these events better.” He smiled, pressing his forehead against yours as you two danced. If the two of you were alone rather than at your niece’s quinceañera, trust that he would’ve already kissed you. However, he still had to maintain his image as a gentleman before your family.

“Does that mean you’re gonna join me when they play No Rompas Mas and Payaso del Rodeo?”

“Don’t push it, love.”

[t0mcruize123]

The Alpha is spawned

This is a John Taylor Alpha smut with themes some people may find triggering (it’s sigma aura is lethal) so if ur mildly scared or worried about reading I suggest u don’t to preserve ur own safety👩🏿‍🦲🫶 this is written for my freakmate @mqverick and others may find it confusing and disgusting so tread lightly guys!!!……Xx

“Jawnnnny boy” I looked at John with a smirk, “I made a new Christmas song.”

"Ok what is it?" Said John, trying to chew on his meat he was eating

(that won't be the only meat ;))

"Okay here it goes,” I breathed in deeply, readying myself to sing the song I’d worked so hard on…,

“ON THE 5TH DAY OF CHRISTMAS MY TRUE LOVE GAVE TO ME:

FIVE STDDDDS, FOUR CUM SHOTS, THREE FRENCH MEN, TWO LARGE DILDOS,

AND ALOT OF CUM, IN MY ASSHOLE.”

"Wow Jerome that was... Something" said John, looking disturbed.

"Well you clearly enjoyed it, look at that boner" I said pointing to the shaft in his pants.

"Well.. I.. Uh." John said panicking, blushing in the process. I got up and put my finger on his lips

"SHSHSHSHS CHILD, Im a magician, and I can make that boner disappear" I said seductively.

John jizzed in response.

"Jerome.. Just fuck me..." Said John, with lust filling his eyes

I laughed, and I stepped away him.

"John, you're my Christmas present and I can't open (dat ass ) until it's 12th because that's how Christmas works!" I said with a smug smile

He sighed, and got up from the chair and walked towards me, his clothed erection touching my thigh

"Ok fine, but just so you know.. you'll regret making me wait" said john with a grin as he slapped my ass and walked away into his room

I gave it no thought and just shrugged it off

Oh but I was wrong

So very wrong.

On the 12th of December there was a blue Smurf moon and I could hear John howling with the rest of his pack. He was taking a fat shit and I walked in “on accident” to smell that wonderful dung.

"JEROME GET OUT" I ran like a flash not wanting john to throw the dung at me even tho it smelt delicious.

“Did u walk in on the alpha shitting?” Nick asked, “was it as glorious as I imagined?”

“Even more so,” I hummed and sat down on the bed. John came out of the bathroom with a brown booty hole and satisfied smile, “I just shat and cummed at the same time, you were right Jerome it’s the way of the future.”

“Nicholas could you give me and jawnny some privacy please?” I giggled y/n style.

“Sure thing, have fun you two gay bastards,” he smirked and trotted away.

When the door finally closed, I grinned at bbg John and slowly lifted up his shirt to reveal rock hard abs, WRONG! There was nothing but smooth skin and my inner organs salvated at the sight. I ran my fingers thru his luscious wavy locks and he tipped his head back in sigma style.

“Jerome uwu,” he whimpered, “Give it to me mommy.”

I grabbed hus thong string and pulled it as far as it’d stretch before letting go. The thong slapped against his tight little bum hole and he almost released at the sensation.

I bent low and slowly pulled down his thong to reveal his throbbing member. It twitched like an Alpha ready to hunt and the idea of his piss claiming me made me tremble. My sensitive bud of nerves was desperate for his long bony fingers but I halted.

I slowly rubbed my hand down his shaft and he giggled and whimpered uwu style, hopping and jumping into my touch like a wild boy gone mad.

His eyes darkened as the waves of ecstasy approached and a muscle in his jaw tightened. The moonlight highlighted the sharp planes of his face, all due to the mewing, and I felt a secret formula coat my thighs.

“You’re mine,” he howled as I edged him harder, “I own you.”

“Just because he’s black-“

I jumped as a strong black man came into view, dressed in tropical shorts with his hair swinging in brilliant braids.

“I’m Jamal, Jerome’s hotter sexier drippier wetter sloppier brother” jamal shook johns hand, “wanna see a real cock?”

John roared as his cum spurred out like a fountain, sending me flying into the far window and covered in his sloppy juices.

“I’m ur guilty pleasure,” John grinned, “crawl to me Jerome.”

Did he think I was a spider?

He pulled my hair roughly and I felt my wig rip a lil. I cringed and John looked down at me.

“Call me master.”

I stared at his thick meaty sausage..was he going to teach me kung fu? I looked back at the moon and released he was alphalating at that time on month. He needed to be locked up before he became to powerful.

He snarled in anger and jamal grabbed his cock, spinning it like a helicopter and John felt himself arriving, lifting up into the heavens.

“Jamal what are you doing?” I pulled John back down to planet earth, “we need to lock him up-“

“Tell Simon I say hi” Jamal grinned as he rubbed him faster, his cock flying at Mega speed as he lifted up.

“I’ll never forget you Jerome,” John confessed as he flew, “I own you forever and ever,”

“Tell a trusted adult,” jamal told me and I rushed to find Nick for help. I came back to see jamal had transformed into dobby and was frantically throwing all his socks at John.

“What are you doing?!” I exclaimed.

“Dobby won’t be owned, dobby will be freeee!!”

Eddie weddie walked into the room, his pale arse as bright as the moon and his fat, long, fiddle as brilliant as a thousand orange stars.

“What’s the ud?” He asked.

“John turned alpha during sex and jamal helicoptered his cock so he’s flying into space,” I explained, “we need help.”

“I’ve got this.”

Ed walked up to John, kissed his neck, took his hand, and gave him the sloppiest, wettest, most jaw breaking, world ending, dick shrivelling, head of his life and John blasted into outer space, little kid sperm shooting out like a rocket.

He flew away and I watched the loml disappear to his true home with the rest of the three long legged people. I smiled and blew a kiss..

And then shat so drastically my panties disintegrated and I had to use dobby as a butt plug. Nick and Ed bent low and emitted the most gas chamber farts they’d been brewing the whole night, showing their respect to Alpha John,

As the gas became too much to handle and the shit trickled down my knee, my arse beginning to sneeze, I inhaled deeply and died a happy shitty death.

Thanks for reading guys UWU :(

#ur mental health matters

[ros3ybabe]

Update Check In - October 7th thru October 10th, 2023 🎀

I am officially back home from seeing my boyfriend and now I am big sad because I already miss him again. I was not as productive as I thought I would’ve been while with him these last three days but I’m also not mad about my lack of stuff done. I got some quality time with him and I am so happy with that. I did do some things that would count s productivity, such as some Japanese studying and a short amount of homework. I think I’ll use this post as a motivator for some stuff I need to do with a little bit of what I did this weekend.

🩷 What I Accomplished -

Kept up Duolingo daily streak

Kept up Busuu daily streak

Began working in Lesson One in Genki I

Submitted and passed Psyc Quiz for Chapter 7

Began using LingQ for Japanese

Looked into Kanji learning books

so yes, I didn’t accomplish much but again, not mad. I am still happy with what I did accomplish. I also really enjoy the Genki I textbook so far, I’m still trying to figure out a good note taking technique for myself with this textbook but I really like writing down the end of lesson practice exercises. I think I want to get better at reading and writing, and listening, and my goal is to start italki lessons by December/Jaunary. If I don’t start my italki lessons until a bit later tho, I won’t be upset because I know learning Japanese is a long process and something I’ll be working on for a good chunk of my life.

🩷 ToDo Personal Today, Oct 11 -

Wash bed sheets + pillowcases

Wash + put away all laundry (clothes)

Do dishes

Continue to work on Genki I lesson one

Maintain Duolingo streak

Maintain Busuu streak

Use Renshuu

Look for some more affordable Japanese language resources for my IPad

Talk to my boyfriend in video call

Make a shopping list for language tracker/bullet journal (I get paid tomorrow)

Make a schedule/routine for working out (I’m going back to the gym next week!)

🩷 ToDo Academic for Today, October 11 -

Lifecycle nutrition chart for NUTR

Lab 7 Pre Lab for my Anatomy Lab

Discussion 3 for NUTR

Culinary chapter 10 quiz

not much academic stuff on the list for the day but I’m trying to take it a little easier with my school things as I am exhausted from a long day of flying and airports yesterday. However, I am using today as like, a set up day for my upcoming days/week. Productive planning is basically my goal for today with a little bit of actively doing some work. I am excited to start my language tracking bullet journal and plan some stuff for working out as I am planning on going back to the gym next week. I want to start with light cardio for the first week just to get me in the habit of going and then after I’m going to step back into the weight room and start lifting light. My boyfriend got me motivated to work on my mental and physical health a bit better, so I’m definitely excited!

I feel with the exercising, it will help me manage my stress better, which I feel will lead to better mood and better food choices. Exercising alone is enough of a motivator to take my nutrition more seriously. I’m more focused on the mental and emotional health aspect of working out than I am the physical stuff, but I’m excited for all the benefits regardless. I just want to take better care of my health in every aspect, in a way that aligns with my values. Hopefully I will have better posts full of more information and stuff I’ve done during the day once I get all areas in my life back in balance with each other.

that’s all for now! I appreciate all of you who read and comment and send me the most encouraging and supportive messages, you all keep me motivated and inspired to continue being my most authentic self and help me feel comfortable with expressing myself in this community. I am so grateful for everything that goes into this blog and everything it’s done for me and the direction it’s helped me guide my life in! Much love to all of you <3

til next time lovelies 🩷🤍

[celestie0]

what kind of things do you do at a research lab? sounds like it kinda pays good. also, how was that presentation you had to give a few days ago? 🤔

hiii bb thanks for askingg the presentation went okay it was pretty brief lol i just had to present for something my PI has been researching haha it only took like fifteen minutes

OUU my job is so boring but yes i will indeed yap about it. yeah so i think my day to day varies a lot but i'm a research assistant n help out the doctorates/post doctorates with prepping things for their research so it's like. grunt work LOL but yeah stuff like purifying proteins (i purify a lot of fruit fly proteins since that's the model organism the biochem phd students i work with use) it's just a lot of pipetting and chromatography to make a bunch of little samples that the grad students can use to run their experiments!! some other stuff i do often is do plasmid transformation with agar plates, usually for the botany grad student i work w since he's researching transgenic plants for sustainable agriculture (his research is my faveee it's srs so interesting n he has like a whole walk-in plant chamber at work it's so cute lol) but anyway most of making agar plates is just......suspending n then centrifuging n then suspending n centrifuging SFKJSHL it's boring. yeah n then making buffer solutions, restocking other equipment n calibrating machines, all that stuff

that's kinda 50% of what i do where i'm on my feet, but the rest of it i'm just at my desk n helping my PI w proofreading his research notes bc he doesn't know english very well so i help him out w that even tho technically it's not part of my actual job LOL but it helps me get more hours in at least bc otherwise i'd be working very less. i only have two other coworkers w the same role as me so we try to split up work so my PI doesn't realize it's a one person job n fires two of us but sometimes there isn't much work to split hahah or one of us just accidentally does too much n then the next time i go in im like...there's nothing to do SDJKFHSDK it's kind of case by case cuz the grad students are really bad at telling us what they want us to do ahead of time lol. but still all in all it's pretty cool n def more chill than the hospital jobs i've worked haha

pay is a bit better than most part time jobs for sure, i get $24/hr (idc ab wage transparency hahah) and i work around 25 hrs a week. i used to work a different job after i graduated from july-december of last year that was full time but it was tooooo far from home i had zero work life balance so i just switched to this one n yea it's less hours but that's ok, tbh i kinda wanted a bit of a break before i go back to school and the lighter schedule has been nice. i think it's really helped w my post grad burnout sfkshdkfjd

HOPE THIS DIDN'T BORE YOU TO DEATH IT'S JUST NO ONE'S EVER ASKED ME THIS QUESTION BEFORE NOT EVEN MY FRIENDS LOL SO I GOT CARRIED AWAY thanks for ur ask bb<333

[astrowaffles]

34 headcanons for 34 years

gojo is so fucking old you guys

Megumi taught Gojo swear words, not the other way round. Gojo had a very posh sheltered childhood while Megumi practically grew up on the streets, after all

Gojo & Shoko had a 'if we're still single at 30, let's hunt each other for sport' pact, which lead to him having a panic attack when Shoko gifted him a knife for his 30th birthday. She gave him it on purpose

Nanami once tried to teach Gojo to cook, only to give up 2 minutes in as Gojo tried to explode the oven with his mind (he nearly managed it)

Gojo HAS to match pyjamas with someone over Christmas. It's like a need. It's usually Megumi, but in the past he's roped in Shoko, Geto, Haibara, Utahime, Inumaki, Panda, and even Yaga. This year it's gonna be all the first & second years in a HUGE pyjama party

Shoko once got him in a headlock and nearly killed him. Since then, Gojo has never trusted infinity properly

Gojo likes to act like Itadori is his biological son who he birthed. It's gone so far that Itadori is actually questioning if it's actually true

Nobara spends so much of Gojo's money that he opened a separate bank account for her so she has pocket money

The other kids do get pocket money, but it's like 50p a week

In his free time, Gojo hangs out with Shoko. Yeah, in her lab. He likes to sit on the dissecting table and swing his legs like a little kid

Every year, Shoko makes Gojo a paper crown to wear on his birthday and then rips it up at the end of the day. she uses the shreds to help pack next year's present

Gojo's favourite story is peter pan. He was once given tickets to see it on stage and he literally burst out crying and didn't stop for a week

Gojo refuses to celebrate his birthday until his birth hour, 7am. However, he insists on a separate marking of the occasion for 7am in every time zone. Nearly every hour on his birthday requires a party popper and lots of screaming

If it snows on his birthday he will lie in the snow for hours on end, and then complain that he's cold like it isn't literally his fault

Gets his nails done every valentine's day, and has since roped in literally everyone to this tradition so there's like a week where everyone has pink nails

Insists his eyelashes are naturally long and beautiful. Applies lash serum as often as physically possible without his eyelashes falling out

professional ice skater. professional everything, actually, but sometimes he pretends he isn't so someone else can have some time to shine

likes to listen to controversial (read: conservative and probably misogynistic) news channels. and then blow them up

wears high heels on completely random days

The first years once tried to prank him with a trip wire. Gojo, being the drama queen he is, just floated over it, but didn't insist they take the wire away. They found out why when they all tripped over it the next day, having forgotten it was there T-T

bought beanbags for Megumi's room, not because he particularly favours Megumi, but because the other first years like to hang out in there, so it's basically treated like a common room (he does favour Megumi tho)

Organised a brilliant Christmas play featuring him as Santa, the students as reindeer and Shoko as the special effects for the chimney

Insists on singing hymns every day in December, despite being as atheist as they come. he just likes the tunes

Likes to ruffle students' hair. This has given him five black eyes, nine stubbed toes and one broken pinky, but he still won't stop

Favourite number is 7, and favourite time of day is 12:03

"Favourite colour? I love all the colours! ... Did no-one tell you I'm a bit rainbow myself..?"

Has twelve instagram accounts that all list his job as "stay at home mom"

Terrified of dogs; Megumi found this out aged about 11, and has made very good (evil) use of it since

Clear phone case with an origami heart someone-or-other made him a long time ago; debating switching it to a polaroid Shoko took of them both losing at a bowling alley

Likes to think he keeps up with the times and is super young, when in reality he types with his index fingers, zooms in on everything, and has his brightness at 80% minimum

Claims he will never need glasses because of the Six Eyes. Holds books very close to his face because "all books nowadays are printed so blurrily"

Has heart shaped sunglasses for special occasions

Rizzes up cashiers in order to get a discount (he's a billionaire)

OBSESSED with making powerpoints about useless stuff. "assigning my friends as stationary :3" etc etc

Allergic to tinsel, or so he claims. Literally has tinselitis

[avas-snazzical-corner]

“Far away, long ago

Glowing dim as an ember..

Things my heart used to know...

Things it yearns to remember.”

- Once Upon a December (Anastasia)

You ever just have those moments where you try to remember who you are and just can't, so you just spiral into an existential crisis because you can't even remember your own name? Yeah, can't relate

So, anyway, yeah I made some Dempsey angst because I can't help but feel bad for him.

I mean

Bro forgot he had a kid and wife against his will

C'mon, you gotta have some sympathy for the guy

I gotta say tho, for a first attempt at drawing Ultimis Dempsey, I think I did a good job! But lemme know whatcha think!

Reblogs >>>> Likes

Text free version under the cut btw

[teecupangel]

What if Q from Star Trek is Desmond’s real father?

So this stems from my tags in this post:

#ngl when i first read this ask#i thought you wanted me to make a “q is desmond's real father” idea#then i remembered#that john de lancie was q#and i was like 'oooohhh'#assassin's creed#william miles#ask and answer

And then @nimadge left this:

Re your tags, I mean, it is a cool AU idea >u< (anon discovering Cool Info™ even after all those years is so nice tho, keepingDesmondalive x3)

So here’s a what if scenario:

Of course, we have the option of this happening while Q had been turned into a mortal by the Q Continuum or not.

In this case, we’ll make Desmond the son of a non-mortal Q simply because mortal Q would have a hard time to mate with a human that was not a member of the Voyagers.

Of course, Desmond’s conception is done for the very same premise that Q had before: to produce a being with the power of a Q and the morals of a human as a way to end the civil war.

In other words, Desmond’s conception would be before Q mates with the female Q to produce… uuuhh… Q Jr.

Since Q (and his race) seemed to be capable of manipulating time itself, Q formed some sort of partnership with Minerva to ensure the creation of Desmond. As far as Tinia and Juno know, Minerva got the idea of saving the world from the second Solar Flare from the Calculations but the truth is that Q appeared to her and informed her of what’s going to happen (calling their Calculations ‘children’s toy’).

From their partnership, they pushed for the ‘Calculation’ that will create the genome of Desmond’s mother who Q will mate with. Minerva will leave clues to push his ancestors along to ensure the birth of his mother and, in this case, Minerva is both matchmaker and weird godmother, I guess?

So, in this setup, Desmond’s mother is also a descendant of the Auditore-Kenway line together with her Ibn-La'Ahad bloodline although, in this case, William Miles is a descendant of Ratonhnhaké:ton’s oldest child while Desmond’s mother would be a descendant of Io:nhiòte instead and that’s where their lineage diverged.

Desmond’s mother knows that William Miles isn’t Desmond’s real father but she kept it a secret as her marriage with William Miles had been purely for the benefit of the Assassin Brotherhood, to merge their two lineages and create a child that will have access to the memories of the great Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad and Ezio Auditore with the use of the Animus blueprints that Bill got years back.

The previous mentor had tried to dissuade them from doing such a thing but Bill didn’t listen and she didn’t bother to tell the mentor that she was simply using Bill to hide the fact that she was already pregnant.

She doesn’t necessarily understand who Q is but she mistook Q’s words of ‘a child that will stop the war’ to mean the war between the Assassins and the Templars and not Q Continuum’s own civil war.

Of course, to ensure Desmond doesn’t accidentally destroy the Milky Way growing up, Q marked him with something that will suppress his abilities until December 21, 2012.

To be more exact…

The supposed device that would save humanity from the Solar Flare was actually simply a device that will take off the suppression placed on Desmond.

The world wasn’t saved that day by the device. It was saved thanks to Desmond’s Q abilities.

Unorganized Notes:

There will be angst included because Desmond would realize that his stepfather is an asshole and his biological father is also an asshole.

Q would take Desmond away after December 21 (and everyone would think he’s dead) but, instead of placing him smack in the middle of civil war, he’ll be transported to the USS Enterprise on the year 2372. Everyone believed that Q didn’t want to deal with explaining anything and thought Picard and his crew can help Desmond get up to date.

Unfortunately, Q only thought about how 2372 is the year that the civil war between the Q Continuum started and not how, in 2372…

The Borg makes their second attempt to take over the Federation.

[vamp-bites]

So. Uh. Hi. Hello.

I was wondering if you could... Offer some haunted knives au crumbs.... I need to know in excruciating detail about this new ring of Legato hell.

How did u sense that I nearly doubled the word count on my doc for this au the day u sent this... unfortunately I wasn't hashing out the Legato bits but I can tell u what I've got anyway

So far my plan for Legato in this au is not extensive but he will haunt Knives out of the corner of his eye from the point Knives first sets foot back in Octovern to when he's finally face to face with him again in an alleyway in December.

I wanna have Legato haunting him be more of a source of horror for Knives instead of annoyance like Wolfwood, but end with them having a conversation that sort of closes the door on the "Millions Knives" persona for Knives, he officially divorces himself from that identity through divorcing himself from Legato. Legato, to Knives, represents everything he's trying to leave behind him so when this ghost comes crawling out of its grave and clawing at his leg and vouching for its eternal loyalty to him he freaks out and tries his hardest to kick him off him.

at this point Knives has told Vash that he's no longer gonna be "Millions Knives" and will from here on out be just "Knives: a citizen of NoMan's Land" and to make good on his word he believes he needs to leave Legato behind but he's also realizing that he was this guys whole world in life and now that he's dead Knives is the only living entity on the planet that can see/communicate with him and he doesn't know what to do about that because the last thing he wants to do right now is keep Legato around because he feels like every minute he spends with his ghost lurking over him is a minute wasted regressing back from the little progress he's started to make.

basically, Legato needs to pass on and accept rejection and Knives needs to move on and leave his old self behind. and they cannot do that together. so Knives uses a shred of power to physically touch Legato in order to shove him away from him and leaves him in that alleyway.

as of now i haven't 100% decided how Legato ends up but just leaving him in that alleyway doesn't feel right so I'm thinking that later on, when Knives has gotten a bit more of a solid sense of self than he starts off with in the story and the mere presence of Legato doesn't feel like a black hole anymore, he finds him again, still there but slowly fading into a ghostly sludge of a vengeful spirit that can't move on, and they make some amount of peace with each other and Legato passes on. I'm still workshopping it tho

P.S. Knives does ask Legato whether he was in love with him and Legato says he actually isn't sure and its not a yes but its not a no and Knives, local aromantic who recently discovered that romance is not exclusively a human construct, doesn't know what to do with that information because the idea of a human being in human-love with him places him within a human social system that he previously considered himself completely above and suddenly he feels way too much like a normal person having normal person experiences and he finds it uncomfortable because he just decided to play the role of "person" like a week ago and he's new to it

P.P.S. there is a chance their entire initial encounter happens while Knives is slightly tipsy and/or hungover because in my timeline it happens right after he gets drunk for the first time with Livio

[macwantspeace]

"IN DECEMBER 2022, DONALD TRUMP said something that, in a healthy political culture, would have spelled his doom. Referring to his lie that the 2020 election was stolen, he wrote, “A Massive Fraud of this type and magnitude allows for the termination of all rules, regulations, and articles, even those found in the Constitution. Our great ‘Founders’ did not want, and would not condone, False & Fraudulent Elections!”

All rules, regulations, and articles must be terminated for his sake. That is not the language of populism, that is aspiring despotism. The Constitution itself must be cashiered if it stands in the way of his ego and his power. There it is, in black and white, Trump’s direct assault on the foundation of the republic." Note the date of the quote: December 2022. Since then the former guy has gotten louder. And Project 2025 has been published where anyone can read it. That's louder still. NYT and WaPo are singing his praises with polls that are so skewed all the people who know how to do polls are pointing out the flaws. Sigh. For decades of my life, after being so embarrassed to vote for Nixon, I ignored politics. The last eight years have been intense. I started voting in primaries!!!! I donated for Beto during both his campaigns. Have an automatic login to ActBlue. Bookmarked Bexar County Elections page. Familiar with Ballotpedia. And I know that it's all the local offices that do the work to enable what the folks in the state and fed offices try to implement. Make it against the law to transport a pregnant person? Got you covered in a half dozen counties in Texas. That's why this November [which may not be that far away tho it shall take a lifetime to arrive] is a tipping point. Vote against a regime that "allows for the termination of all rules, regulations, and articles, even those found in the Constitution."

[alpinelogy]

I’ll be able to be more sure about this in November after I figure out if i have to do any resits of my exams but if I wont have to haul ass back to [redacted] for resits, I should be in the motherland from late December until mid to late January so theoretically I might open print shop again in December probably (possibly until January tho thats unsure) with shipping in mid January.

It is a bit awkward with Christmas there but its either this or next shop opening in summer which is so far away asdfg 🫠

[fluffansmut-old]

Decorating the tree

December 10- Decorating the tree

12 fics of christmas - part 5 - Masterlist 

Summary: You join Eddie and Wayne as they go get their Christmas tree.

Content warnings: Fluff, making out (tho breifly) 

Word count:1550

*Fic is also posted on Ao3*

”You kids wanna come help or are you gonna sleep the day away?” Wayne asked when she stuck his head into the bedroom door, knitted hat on his head.

“we´re asleep” Eddie mumbled, burying his face into your neck to block out the light that the older man let into the room.

“Help with what?” you asked, slightly curious about what it was.

“I´m picking up the tree today, so I could use a few extra hands.” Wayne said. “Bruce is already waiting”

“We’ll be right out” you said to Wayne, who flashed you a warm smile before leaving to go scrape frost of the windows of his truck.

You nudged Eddie slightly to get him to awaken.

He never said it, but you knew he disliked missing out on doing things and creating memories with his uncle, so you simply couldn't miss this opportunity.

“We´re picking up the Christmas tree, so we need to get dressed babe” you said, and lifted his chin from where it rested on your shoulder.

“Kiss me first” he mumbled, eyes still half-closed.

“We can kiss later” you answered knowing that Wayne was waiting for the two of you.

Just as you were about to throw your legs over the edge of the bed Eddie grabbed you round the waist, rolling onto his back and suddenly you were lay face to face with your boyfriend on top of him, looking at him and his soft, sleepy expression.

“Are we really sure we want to get out of bed, gorgeous?” Eddie asked, holding you against him, his thumb softly rubbing over your lips.

“Are we really sure we want to miss out on getting the Christmas tree?” you countered with.

Eddie smiled at your comment, and winked at you before he said:

“You do have a point, but a kiss first.”

“You never give up, do you?” you said with a smirk before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to Eddie's lips.

Bruce's farm was about 20 minutes outside of Hawkins, it was in a really beautiful location actually. There was a forest behind the house, a proper woodland patch with wintergreen trees as far as the eye could see. And in front of it were fields where their cows fed in the summers, but now it was just snow for miles on end.

“So Wayne, you finally made it out here?” Bruce said with a beardy grin as the older man hopped out of the truck.

Wayne smiled back at him, and took a deep breath, breathing in the fresh air of the countryside.

“Yeah I would have been here sooner but you know if you thought it was a challenge to get the kid out of bed before, then you should imagine how downright impossible it is to get him up when there’s company in the bed.” He said and rolled his eyes affectionately.

Truth was that he loved having you sleep over, Eddie had become even more of a housecat since you came into his life and Wayne’s heart swelled at the fact that he got to see more of his nephew and the girl who he had grown to love almost as much. That was partly why he insisted on calling you both kids, since he immediately took you under his wings whether you needed it or not. The fact that you both were not kids, didn’t really matter.

“So someone actually fell for him huh?” Bruce asked with uncertainty in his voice.

He didn’t think highly of Eddie, not many people did. So the news was unbelievable to him. Wayne grumbled a little at the question. He knew that Bruce wasn't the most god-honoring bloke that existed so he thought that he wouldn’t be so quick to judge, but apparently not.

“Yeah,” Wayne said with a smile. And opened the door to the truck’s back seat and exposed you and Eddie to Bruce, mid make out session.

You and Eddie had been sat together in the backseat on the way out to the farm. His hand found yours about a second after you buckled yourselves in.

You felt yourself longing to be back in his arms.

“I miss you.” You whispered to him.

“I miss you too,”he whispered back. “We’ll be there soon baby”

The heating in the truck wasn’t what it had once been and by the time Wayne parked and got out of the car you were shivering.

“Cold sweetheart?” Eddie asked, unbuckling his seatbelt, turning towards you.

You unbuckled yours and dove into his arms.

He was about as cold as you were but still his body pressed against your made you feel warmer, or maybe it was just the fact that his hand that rubbed up and down your back, that made you relax.

You looked up at him, and he looked back at you, he was so gorgeous, the locks that fell round his face, his smile and laugh lines that became visible around it, and the eyes, those deep, brown, soft eyes that looked at you with so much love and comfort.

“I love you,” you said. Eddie always loved the spontaneous declarations of love, when it came from the heart without a prepared “plan”.

“I love you too,” he said and kissed you.

The kiss fuelled you with new energy and you wanted more, you straightened your back and leaned into the kiss.

He deepened it and you felt his tongue grace yours, his hand came to your hair, and then the car door opened to reveal Wayne and Bruce looking like they’ve just seen something that they didn’t want to see.

“Oops sorry Wayne” you said and you both scrambled to get you out of the car.

You held out your hand towards Bruce and when he took it you introduced yourself by name.

Eddie shot Bruce a quick “hello” not really bothering to put down any effort when he knew what the man thought of him.

“I’ve got three alternatives for you this year.” Bruce said as the four of you walked towards his barn.

The trees were lined up against the wall and one by one Wayne grabbed the top of it, spinning it around to look at them all properly.

One stood out, the third one was by far the best in your opinion, it had a good shape and it towered over Wayne about an inch or two.

“What do you guys think?” Wayne asked.

“The third is the prettiest” you said at the same time as Eddie blurted out, “the third one, 100 procent”

Wayne turned to Bruce and said:

“Well I think we have a winner”

With the tree loaded up on the back of the truck you pulled back into the trailer park.

“Will it fit through the door?” Wayne asked as he scratched his head, trying to calculate if it would or not.

“How about we try?” Eddie suggested,”trial and error you know?”

“I guess calculating never has been your strong suit son” Wayne laughed, ruffling Eddie’s hair.

You watch the two Munsons in awe, the pure love between the two of them was so sweet to watch.

It did fit through the door, when all three of you pushed it through the small door.

“This is going to take up all the space in here” Wayne stated as he wedged the tree into the stands.

“It’s just a couple of weeks,” Eddie replied, not even looking at Wayne, too busy watching you sort through the box of decorations with sparkles in your eyes.

“You're not the one that sleeps in here” Wayne pointed out, but Eddie only rolled his eyes in response.

“Alright let’s start decorating” you said and look up at the two men.

You and Eddie attached the multicoloured lights to the branches as Wayne dug around in the box trying to find the baubles among all the tinsel.

“This calls for some music”, you said as Eddie plugged in the lights.

“I’ll go put something on” Eddie offered and you exchanged a quick look with Wayne, you both knew Eddies choice in music sometimes wasn’t the thing to set the mood.(that’s not saying you didn’t like it though, because you did)

“How about our guest choose the music?” Wayne said, giving Eddie a meaning look.

“Sure” Eddie said, accepting the fact that he lost this battle.

You knew Wayne had a box of records in the hallway so you grabbed it on your way into Eddie’s room.

You found some sort of “Christmas hits” list in the mix and put it on.

Out of the speakers came a crackling version of Brenda Lee singing rocking around the Christmas tree.

It took about 40 minutes to get the tree fully decorated.

At the end Wayne put the star on top as you were all snuggled up upon Eddie’s lap on the couch.

“It came out absolutely stunning” you whispered to Eddie, he agreed immediately.

“We’ve never had such I pretty one before, so it must be your influence”

He kissed your cheek and you blushed slightly, nuzzling yourself deeper into Eddie’s embrace.

Wayne was in the kitchen heating up lasagna for the three of you, looking fondly at the kids he adored so much

[mycptsdstory]

Let's do a re-cap for this year, for me. Because it was an insane year.

Well, it started off with my family telling people I'm a peadophile, I hurt children and I've got a lengthy criminal record. I lost jobs, I lost friends and I thought I was gonna be homeless. I had to call the police because when I ordered food from my local takeaway, my neighbours were talking to them saying "I wouldn't trust her. She's a peadophile and hurts children". Then I had friends starting drama with me because they believed my family, even tho I didn't do anything wrong.

Role up to May, I visited America to see my fiancé, his family and my friends. I got engaged on my birthday. It was then I decided I wanted to move to America and never come back to England. It's just HOW. That's the issue. In my head, I got fed up with being stalked. I started to hate England even more.

I came back home, it's when people started to ignore me and want nothing to do with me. No drama, they just ignored me like I didn't exist. So after a while, I did the same thing with them. Then they said, I hurt them by me ignoring them... Okay 🥴

I was still losing friends, I had one friend who spread lies about me. Even tho she wanted my cat dead, she didn't like how I wanted to move to America. I vented to my therapist, found out she has been talking to my family, persuading me and fiancé to stay in England. (That didn't work lol). My therapist said "I don't like your friend J. Block her. She continues to stalk you, call the police". I haven't yet, but I will in the future.

Late August, still in deep depression, my family still causing me shit. The police got me into Cross Roads and they have been helping me a lot. I still continue to lose friends because people still believe my family. Then my fiancé came over to England and we watched AEW in London. It was a really good time and I needed a break. I felt safe in London.

My neighbour started acting weird around me. I think he's talking to my family. But no drama with him. His vibe and energy shifted slightly and I don't like that feeling.

Cross Roads got me into this design course that's not too far away from me. I've been creating fashion and learning to do an Expedition either in Sheffield or in London. We are planning to do an Expedition where I live in a very fancy hotel. Tbh, I'm super excited.

Then more and more people started to ignore me. No drama.

Rolled up to November, my best friend in England is acting all weird around me. Told me not to go to the wake, after the funeral, even tho I looked the memorial for her dead mother, everyone was allowed to go. So I went anyway. All her family loved me, but they hated J (go figure. And yes the same J that my therapist HATED).

I still headed up to the design course, I still love it up there. It's cold, but she has a wood fire. It's nice to sew and create fashion. It helps distract me from my family.

I saw my cousin, he was on drugs and acting erratic. Threatening anyone who looks at him weird and threatening children, he was gonna beat them up. Calling them a freak and so on. When they ran past me in fear, they were calling the police.

Rolled up to December, I thought an old drama situation from a decade ago was over. Nope. Found out, my so-called best friend told our friends I caused drama, because they all heard me and my mother argue, (when I was living with her at the time). She hid her stories on her IG when i told her I blocked everyone. When she hid her stories, I just blocked her. Tbh, she was a child and I haven't got time for people like that. Especially after this year. Do it once, I'm happy to cut you off. I know Al is still stalking my profile, (hi, how ya doin 😘).

I got my neck tattoo because after this year, FUCK IT. Y'all calling me a criminal, I'm gonna get a Corpse Bride butterfly tattoo, on my fucking neck. BECAUSE, WHY THE FUCK NOT. Straight after when I got my tattoo, I needed to pay the tattoo artist, so I head to the bank, but before I went to the bank. I treated myself to Costa Cafe, a hot chocolate and a small cake. I wasn't that hungry, but it was nice. I saw my cousin there, she kept telling her friend how my skin should be "pure" and having a neck tattoo is against the family rules. Her friend was confused and my cousin kept telling her, how I should "marry within the family. She should marry my cousin". Yeahh her friend thought the family rules were weird and her friend liked my tattoo. But my cousin wasn't having it because my uncle An wouldn't like it. (Fucking lol. My family can kiss my furry purple ass). Now she needs to tell the family and my family won't be happy because they have to disown me (fucking lol). It was that moment I knew I needed another tattoo on the other side of my neck. BECAUSE AFTER THIS FUCKING YEAR, WHY THE FUCK NOT. I walked up to my tattoo artist, gave him the money and walked back home. As I was walking home, I saw a family friend full on screaming and swearing at her children. I ignored her and just walked home. Nothing to do with me, I'm keeping my nose out of it. Now people have started to treat me with respect since I got the neck tattoo???? Like, wtf. This never happened. It was so fucking weird.

I think I lost that best friend whose mum died. My intuition started to kick in that J is spreading shit about me. So I just muted all of her profiles so I don't see what she's up too. If I don't hear from her again, I don't mind. I'm thinking of the worst case possible right now.

I still continue doing my design work. I've been experimenting and my teacher, she thinks I'm really talented. I've been doing so much fine detail work, it's been fun.

In all honesty, I FUCKING HATE IT HERE. Other than the design work. FUCK ENGLAND AND FUCK WHERE I LIVE. I FUCKING HATE IT HERE.

Anyone tells me otherwise, your suss. Just sayin.

I hope everyone had a better than me. It started off shit, still kinda shit. But at least people will leave me alone. Planning on getting another tattoo on the other side of my neck. BECAUSE WHY THE FUCK NOT. Y'all wanna treat me like I'm a criminal, I will be a criminal, by getting tattoos and me showing them off. Because fuck what other people think, I'm gonna do my own thing. Don't like it? Kiss my furry purple ass.

It's funny how, people thought I was conservative and "prim and proper" HA 🤣🤣