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[heeliopheelia]

loveliesss 🎀✨ guess who's going on a hiatus again 🤣🤣 butttt before i do that, lemme just thank you all cuties for the 4k followers!!!!!

that's absolutely crazy, i never expected to have so many of you in here when i first started this blog 🥹🫶 im literally so touched helppp 🩷 ily all with no exceptions – you angels who interact with my posts and leave the cutest comments ever 🫶 but also the ones who feel shy or not comfortable enough to interact or talk to me at all – you're all safe here!! 😘😘 that's so dramatic but you guys are my sunshines so thank you with all my heart and pls be patient with me bcs I WILL be back probably soon!!! see you lovelies

[luveline]

i see ur thinking abt the marauders and i was just thinking abt them too!! i just saw a thread on twt abt how much men hate their girlfriends but wont break up with them (😖😖) and couldn't stop thinking abt how james would be so BAFFLED reading it!! would you be able to write something for that? its perfectly fine if not!! ily <33

I luv you! I'm not sure what thread you mean but I made a guess, sorry if it's not right ♡ fem, 1k

modern au. cw mention of toxic/hurtful relationships

"What is that?" James asks, pushing the sheets back as he climbs in beside you. His bowl of cereal is heaping, upwards of ten weetabix doused in milk, sugar, raspberries, blueberries, and a generous squeeze of honey.

"What?" you ask, showing him your phone screen. 

James leans over you to scroll back up. "Men who hate their girlfriends?" 

"Oh, it's like, people posting their screenshots, I think." You click on the tweet he'd been pointing at and show him the replies underneath. "It's just boys who act like they don't love their partners but won't break up with them either, there's loads on there." 

"What?" he asks, holding his bowl in one hand. "Can I?" You give him your phone happily, watching as he reads through some of the examples, screenshots from different websites and forums. "'Recently had to tell a friend's bird that he was calling her all sorts of names. I'm loyal to my friends, but you could hear the hatred in his voice sometimes. She left him two days later and he was surprised, for some reason.'"

James' eyebrows pinch. He continues, "'Am I in the wrong for asking my husband to stay awake with me during my early morning labour? He keeps bringing it up.'" James shows you your phone screen. "Like, he's mad she didn't let him sleep through the birth of their child?" 

"You know, there was a video on there a few weeks ago where a girl had put together a compilation of her boyfriend play fighting with her, and each video got nastier and nastier." You reach for the spoon to his bowl to start chopping up the weetabix the way he likes. "He was kicking her legs from under her and she was laughing it off. Once or twice, I'd think it was funny, but he wasn't even laughing himself." 

"Why the fuck?" James asks. 

"I don't know. Can I have a raspberry?" 

"They're in there for you to steal…" James watches you chew. You try not to pay too much attention to his staring, plopping your phone down in the sheets between your legs. "Why are these boys getting with women they don't like?" 

"I don't know, Jamie," you tell him honestly, wading through his bowl for another raspberry. "I think they get comfortable." 

He accepts the spoon back from you and you slouch down the fabric headboard together. James eats his weetabix slowly, the TV sending a light blue light into your otherwise dark room. "It's a bit late for supper," you murmur. "Were you hungry?" 

James puts his bowl on the nightstand. Coils of curls brush your forehead as he leans down, one big hand on the back of your neck and the other stretched across the shoulder furthest away from him, holding you in place as he kisses the top of your head. It's a weighty kiss, full of love. "I love you. Don't ever let anyone treat you like those boys on your phone, yeah?" 

You hum lightly. "That's what boys are like." 

"I know. I'm just begging you not to let people do that to you." He rubs your shoulder roughly, a massaging that hurts in the good way. "You know, if you can. I get that it's not their choice." 

"Yeah. I think people want so badly to be loved that they'll take the pretend kind. I was lucky to find you before you found someone else. You always make me happy." 

"This is what I mean," he whines, resting his cheek on your forehead. You sigh happily at his touch, more than ready for a night of his arms around you, a heavy leg thrown over your hips to lock you in. "You think you're lucky because of those dickheads." 

"No, it doesn't have anything to do with them. Just you." 

James sits up to turn your face to his. "Love you," he says, kissing you quickly. 

"Love you too. Don't stress about the phone, babe, you're not the audience they're looking for." 

James hears your teasing tone toward the end, poking your side. "What's that for?" 

"Nothing, just, you tried to follow me into the bathroom last night even when I told you I wasn't showering. If you're that eager to sit with me while I pee, I doubt you'll be the kind of guy who ends up on that forum." 

"It wasn't about the peeing, stop trying to shame me," he grumbles, again pulling you in for a hug, "it was separation anxiety. I miss you."

"I get why these women end up like that, though," you say quietly. "I get why they stay. If you started shoving me for a laugh or whatever, I'd think about this, because you love me. Does that make sense? I'm so happy right now that I wouldn't want to believe that you didn't love me anymore." 

"I know. It's fucking sad. I can't believe they do shit like that, it's pure selfishness." James settles back in his pillow. "I wouldn't ever do that shit to you. I know everyone says that, but I have to say it anyway." 

"I know, Jamie. Don't worry. I'm not worried about it, only talking." 

You offer him your hand. James takes it, rubs the back of it, brings it to his lips for a barely felt kiss. "Is there anything happy on that app?" he asks. 

"Uh, I saw a video of a baby girl who only stops crying when her cat comes to check on her. Or a pregnancy reveal where the boyfriend starts crying and begging her to get married." 

James rests his face on your shoulder, snuffling into your skin contentedly, "Ah, so my future. Put it on, angel." 

[pontiussy]

JACKASS BF HEADCANNONS!!!

warnings: none, sfw <3

I’ve had these in the drafts for so long but my twitter moot mentioned hcs which inspired me to post these, enjoy!

Chris

goofy ahh

you guys r always giggling about dumb shit

annoying everyone bc you guys do NOT SHUT UP AROUND EACHOTHER ur so giggly all the time

he doesn't care:)

WILL PLAY GUITAR FOR YOU SHSJKSKS

even if he's just messing around you love listening to him

he loves how excited you get when he plays for you, his smile is so cute AAAA <33

late night walks

tackle hugs !!

squeezes you to death and does the lil spinny thing when hugging

always followed by forehead kissies

pinches ur cheeks n shit

just the gigglest relationship ever

he just always smiles around you :)) he can't help it

lets you play with his hair

he loves it

you brush it for him, and braid it sometimes

he is so thankful and makes sure to tell you how pretty his hair looks now

not that it needed your help at ALL

always cuddlin

you love watching him do bits

and he loves having you on set

never seen a man so proud of his s.o. being there to witness his boys do silly things to his ding ding

he comes over to you after every one to see if you thought it was funny or not

just like this :D

assuring him that you did think it was funny

calling him party boy affectionately

and calling him chrissy :))

he calls you 'y/n bug' :"")

also has silly nicknames for you for sure based on inside jokes

would still think you are just as beautiful if you hadn't showered in a month and were wearing a garabge bag

this is so specific but I just picture him to make a lil flower crown for you :")

Bam

known each other since you were kids

always hung out with him and the cky gang growing up

corny friends to lovers bullshit when you get older

being his personal nurse when he wipes out

acts like he hates it in front of the guys

loves it

obvi calling him bammy, bambi, bam bam

calling him brandon occasionally to piss him off

bam is a pouty whiny BITCH

he just wants ur attention!!

will not hesitate to grab your hand in public when someone flirts with you

ur his >:-( !!!

buys you jewelry, clothes, shit whatever ur lil heart desires

going to concerts together

money is not an object when it comes to making you happy

does not appreciate it when the guys mess with you on set

he gets very aggressive

"bam its okay it was funny pls calm down" "no its not okay these dickheads need to leave you alone!!!" all POUTYYY

wearing his clothes

he thinks you're so beautiful when you do and makes sure you know

doing his eyeliner

laying on his chest when you sleep, him scratching your head gently <3

rubs your back when you hug him

calls u "my girl" AAAA

matching tats ofc

matching outfits sometimes too

loves buying you new clothes for you to model for him

he just thinks you're so pretty <3

april and phil just love you

Johnny

he calls you so so many sweet names

I think it's his love language

doll, darlin', punkin, sweetheart, etc

"how was your day, doll?"

he's so flirty with you

he never stopped flirting with you even after you became official

king of romance

would take you to the rodeo or some shit

does that whistle thing when you enter a room lookin all dolled up

"now who's this pretty lil thing?"

loves getting you embarrassed by flirting with you in front of people

loves to hold your waist

prefers that you don't watch his really dangerous stunts, he doesn't want you to be scared :"(

he thinks you're beautiful no matter what, but cannot deny that he LOVES when you wear his favorite dress and do your hair really nice

"you know just what to do to drive a man wild, darlin'"

you love wearing his pink jackass cardigan

I feel like he would really enjoy you wearing red lipstick so he can mess it up later

SITTING IN HIS LAP

in front of the guys too he doesn't give a fuck

he babies you a lot

you are his whole world

singing songs together in the car !!

Ryan

simply the sweetest bf ever

arm around you always

"hun" :")

so many forehead kisses

both of u being adopted by april

I just feel like he'd be very comforting, and the best to have deep, late night convos with

will never judge you for anything (make jokes? oh definitely. never judgemental tho)

cuddly asf

would affectionately do that head rub hair messing up thing?? (there's a word for that i just can't think of it)

always there to calm you when you’re stressed or scared, in any way you need

“shh it’s ok I’m here” “I’m not going anywhere hun” and hugs and forehead kisses and shit awwwww

loves hugs

he’s such a gentle lover, I don’t know how else to put it. He’s just so sweet and caring and soft n shit

he would do anything to put a smile on your face

if one of the guys tried to mess with you? he will punch the shit out of them seriously

you are ry’s world ok!!!!

you and him are absolutely best friends

never the arguing type. if there’s a problem you’re gonna sit down and talk about it. he’s an amazing listener and always understands your side of things. of course lots of huggin and cuddlin after the fact :)

he babies the shit out of you

I picture him to always bring you little gifts/trinkets to show his love. like if he was filming out of town he’d bring you back something cool he found at a thrift store or gift shop, or maybe a cool rock he found on the side of the road.

i also picture him to wanna buy you cute stuff too like necklaces, but random cool items are a staple in this relationship!

always wearing his shirts

I picture him to kiss u a LOT. he’s leaving the room for a sec? gotta kiss that cheek. you’re watching a movie? soft kisses on the forehead. going on a walk? kisses your hand while holding it.

Steve-O

calls u babe

respectful king

shows you off at any opportunity

romantic asf

flower petals in your bedroom n shit type romantic

helping him with his elaborate bullshit ideas

partners in crime honestly

matching fits type cheesy

prank wars with eachother

thinks you are an angelic being and deserve the highest of respect and praise

adopting pets together :)) and being pet parents :))

going on trips and vacations together as often as possible!

I can’t even fathom how he would react if someone disrespected you oh god

it would be so ugly

they are absolutely destroyed

if you’re ever feeling insecure, he ain’t having that bullshit

worship!!!!!!

he’s gonna go on and on and on about how drop dead gorgeous and wonderful you are and kiss the shit out of you

you better not dare say anything negative about yourself in his presence, he will give you an ear full so fast

you are a god to him

he definitely buys you jewelry n shit

and cute lil outfits

and compliments the shit out of you in them obvi

“damnn baby you look so good in that”

HANDSY SO HANDSY

hands to yourself has no meaning to him (obviously unless you told him to stop! he’d never wanna make you uncomfy)

Dave

SO SO SWEET!

calls you things like “love” n “sweetheart”

squishes ur cheeks n shit

hugs from behind !!!!

corny ass dates like going to a diner and having a milkshake with two straws

you both baby eachother

comforting him after gnarly stunts

petting and kissing him

if you ever need comfort he will pet and kiss you too

always has an arm around you

loves being close to you!

he is such a kind and loving bf

would never ever want you to be sad and will do anything it takes to prevent it

ehren third wheeling on trips n shit

you have the best times together when it’s you 3! always giggling

but it’s even better when ehren leaves and it’s just the two of you, sharing sweet loving moments where nothing else matters, just you two together, in warm embrace :)

your chemistry is just so good, that it’s almost like you speak a foreign language sometimes to the other guys. no one gets eachother like you do, even if it may not make sense to others

I think he would love playing with your hair

and just holding you

and doing both at the same time actually

he is just the kindest ever and it’s always so considerate of you.

best listener. you could really rant to him for hours and he’s gonna give you his full undivided attention and comfort.

also great advice too I feel. I think all around he’d be amazing to talk to

never ever ever ever judgemental. ever

loves you to death !!!

Ehren

he is baby

you wear the pants in this relationship and that’s cool with him

I picture you two to have met on set. you had been costars for a while. while everyone was making ehren the butt of a joke, you just never participated. If ehren and dave weren’t partnering up for stunts, it was typically you and ehren. you made a great duo, being the underdogs of the jackass crew. you understood eachother and had a great bond. you eventually confessed your feelings to one another one night while you were hanging out at his place.

he was completely shocked

he thought you were far too beautiful and lovely and cool to want someone like him

you assure him he is acting silly

he was so giddy and smiley, and you could practically feel his butterflies secondhand when you leaned in to kiss him

been together ever since

like I said ehren is baby

little spoon energy

he worships the ground you walk on bc he thinks he doesn’t deserve you

you have to reassure him that you absolutely adore him

he loves holding your hand

I picture him to always smile at you the same way he did in the honeymoon phase forever

he’s all yours, he’s such a sucker for you

separation anxiety like a mf

you stay with a friend for a weekend and the second you come home he’s tackling you with hugs, he’s so excited to see you :)))

he would lay his head in your lap and have you scratch his head while watching movies on the couch

he thinks you are the most wonderful person on this planet and will never fail to remind you of how proud he is of you and all you’ve achieved

I picture him to write you little love notes n shit which are so thoughtful and meaningful but with cute little spelling mistakes sprinkled in (how do I spell gorjus headass)

takes anniversaries and v day and all that shit so seriously and WILL go all out

always your choice of food and activities on those days, he lives to please you

a little bit of a jealous type (maybe a lot a bit)

you’ll always reassure him though

sweetest baby ever I love him

[gibbysupremeacyisreal]

𝐓𝐗𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃

(gender neutral) ' I want for all time to fill the spaces between your fingers with mine ' - JS Parker

requested:: by @jjunbug ! ty for requesting!! (fluff)

𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍 - waking up to him staring into ur soul<3 - definitely helps you with homework :,) - building legos together - watching marvel movies repeatedly - sending reaction memes of himself lmao - I feel like he likes plants lmao so you would have a bunch of plants and they'll all have names -  definitely the kind of person to say "I can't change the weather" when you say ur cold but then eventually give you his jacket

𝐁𝐄𝐎𝐌𝐆𝐘𝐔 - mimicking yeonjuns verse in blue hour - calling him emo - singing the abcs out loud for you when ur washing ur hands💀 - writes his initials on HIS food (leftovers etc) - makes fun of you 24/7 and you doing it back (never means it, it's just his humour) - for Halloween you guys do couples costumes but he's always the female (kristoff and Anna, padme and anakin etc) - threatening to force feed you if you say ur not hungry

𝐇𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐊𝐀𝐈 (my bias so I might go a lil all out) - "tHaTs kIndA sUs tHo...." - repeatedly dying in minecraft trying to impress you (mf will literally walk off a cliff) - literally gives you his photocard so when he's on tour you "remember him" LIKE MF UR NOT DEAD??? - belly rubs <33 - both having plushy obsessions - trying to learn a language together on duolingo but he's scared of the bird - pretends ur in a restaurant when he cooks for you (hands you a menu with one thing on it lmao) - watches horror movies bc he thinks he won't get scared then almost pees his pants so you have to give him forehead kisses or he'll "have ptsd" - random sound affects (saying vroom when he walks past you, doing the drum and cymbal things after you tell jokes, saying bonk if you guys accidentally run into eachother)

𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐍 - pushing on ur sinuses when you have a headache ( *sobs*) - pinching his cheeks and him going 🤨😟😐😊 when you do it (in that order) - happy dancing when you make him food - draws mustaches on you when ur asleep - stealing eachothers clothes - " feel 😈 like 👍 cinderella ✨️  naega❗️byeonhae🤞 " - trying to teach you tiktok dances

𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍 - it's giving bfg  (big friendly giant lmao) - poking his dimples - falls asleep by watching you asleep bc it's relaxing - randomly claps for you - playing with his ears (They r so cute idk😭) - "BYE GUYS HI LADIES 💋" - cries during studio ghilbi movies but laughs at horror movies???

[rukunas]

I was thinking about Sukuna today <3 was thinking about bein his favorite lil concubine <33 who worships him like he deserves after a long day <333 just wanna be useful to my god :) just wanted u to know ily

oh. em. gosh. kat i love u and ur mind <3333333 mwah !!

warnings: smut, virginity!kink, asphyxiation, lowkey drowning (?), name-calling, cock worshipping, blood mention

“Where is she?”

Sukuna’s snarl echoes in the temple as he barges in, talons sharp and eyes narrowed. The servant closest to him squeaks in fear before bowing her head and pointing towards the bath house.

She refers to you, Sukuna’s handpicked fucktoy. He had found you months ago, hiding under a bed after slaughtering the people of your village. The memory is fresh in his mind: your forehead pressed up against the dirtied ground as you begged for mercy on your knees, offering the god anything. Anything included your virginity, promising him to be his concubine— so sweet, pure, innocent, left ripe and for the plucking.

Sukuna took it with gluttony. His pride still swells when he remembers the gasps you made at being split in two, the ring of blood and arousal around the base of him as you bounced on him like a cock-hungry whore. “Thank you, Master!” You weeped as you clenched and came around him, eyes rolled back in pleasure. “Thankyouthankyouthankyou!” It was then that Sukuna decided to let you live, he can do with a cute worshipper like you.

After long, exhausting days, like the one today, he likes to feel as worshipped as he was that day, wanting to bask in your cries and squeals. As he makes his way to the bath room, he sees you in the water. Your head is tilted back against the side of the large tub, eyes closed in relaxation. Sukuna greedily takes the chance to stare at your body, your breasts peeking out of the water prettily.

“Pet.”

Your head snaps up, eyes widening before you take on a small smile.

“Welcome back, Master.”

You move to rise before Sukuna lifts a hand to stop you. His fingers fiddle with his robe before it pools at his feet, giving you a perfect view of his monstrous body and hard cock, weeping white drops of pre-cum at the tip. You nibble your bottom lip in hesitation— Sukuna may have corrupted you, but you’re still a shy thing, blushing red when seeing him exposed like this.

Sukuna sinks down into the tub, right across from you. The second he’s seated, you move towards him, right between his thighs like you’ve been instructed to do so long ago. Your palm slips down to his length, slowly jerking him up and down.

“How was your day, Master?”

You bat your lashes as you peck him a chaste kiss on his cheek, hoping that his scowl would melt into a smile. You like him better when he’s kind, when he sweetly fucks into you like you’re more than a whore, especially when he so rarely yet graciously replaces his cock with his mouth, running his tongue on your folds and letting you cum as many times as you want.

But you always seem to forget that a whore is exactly what you are.

Sukuna’s frown deepens as he jerks you back away from his face, one hand moving to clutch your wrists and the other tugging your hair.

“I don’t keep you alive to ask me questions.”

He suddenly pushes your head underwater, watching as you flail before letting you come back up, gasping and coughing.

“So- sorry, Master.” Your voice is scratchy and you whimper, making Sukuna grin sadistically.

In an act of mercy, he pulls himself up so that his cock is no longer submerged, standing tall and proud in the air. You take that as your cue, bending down and lapping away at the tip, sucking like your life depends on it. Sukuna hums, arms moving to rest behind his head, another hand twirling a piece of your hair, the final moving to pinch your nose. He can’t be all that kind after all.

“Show me how sorry you are.”

Your life depends on it.

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[ozzy-bozzy]

ANOTHA REQUEST IM SO SORRY PLS TAKE UR TIME I LOVE UR WRITING & UR BLOG. but anyway may i also request how the sk8 the infinity boys would react to their partner catching them or walking in on them doing an embarrassing habit?? or like a secret talent that they’re embarrassed off :’D and how they would react while their s/o is just laughing bc it’s so cute when they’re flustered [cries]

okay i got a little carried away with this one... but that's ok!! since this has been sitting in my inbox for awhile!! also PLEASE ur so cute! You dont have to apologize for sending so many requests, just getting a request makes my day that much better!!! <33

also short fics under the cut, they were kinda long i didnt want to make such an obnoxious post on people's feeds :3 ALSO i only did Reki and Langa because i did longer bits!

Reki drummed his fingers against the edge of his desk, jamming out to the music playing in his headphones. He mouthed along to the words to the song, tapping his foot on the floor. He was designing a new deck right now, waiting for you to arrive at his house. It was finally the weekend and you were spending the night at his house, and he was in an amazing mood. He ran his fingers through his hair, his bangs covering his forehead since it was one of the rare times he wasn’t wearing his signature headband. He leaned back in his chair, looking back around the room. He saw it resting near the pillow on his bed so he stood and padded over to grab it.

He picked it up, and right then the chorus of the song started up and Reki got lost in the music. He was snapping his fingers, shaking his head to flip his hair around, swaying his hips to the music, waving his arms to the beat. But, because of the volume, he didn’t hear you greeting his mom and younger sisters down the hall, and the creak of his bedroom door crack open or even see you poke your head in. Seeing Reki dancing in his room certainly was a sight you didn’t think you would ever see, and you leaned against the door, amused. Reki had actually started singing along to the song, and right in the middle of belting out a note he spun around and came face to face with you, and screamed, making you burst out laughing.

His face immediately turned bright red, and he scratched at his neck, bashfully looking away. You wiped tears from your eyes and set your bag down on the edge of his bed,

“I didn’t know you were so musical, babe”

“You don’t have to make it more embarrassing yknow” you pinched his cheeks and cooed at him

“Aww, is my baby Reki embarrassed? You’re so cute!!” He just shook your hands off and went back to his desk to pout, while you smiled and went up behind him, running your fingers through his hair and pulling it out of his face.

“Yknow, that was one of my favorite songs, I would love to sing and dance with you” He smiles at your words, peeking up at you before sitting up a bit and giving you a quick, sweet kiss.

Langa tapped his fingers against his desk, staring out the window. It was a calm Saturday afternoon, and all he wanted to do was go skate with you. But, his mom wouldn’t let him leave until he had finished all his work. He thought it was extremely childish, but complied and has been sitting at his desk, his blank, unfinished assignment in front of him. His chin was resting him his palm, gaze shifting down to the page where he started absentmindedly doodling on the page. Before he knew it, he had his very own cute little garden scene on his paper. He knew he should stop, but his hand just kept drawing. It was better than doing the assignment anyway.

Langa had texted you and told you about his predicament and you could already tell how bummed out he was, so you decided instead of just cancelling plans all together, you would just skate to his house and ‘help’ him with his homework. You had told him you were heading over, but in the moment Langa read it as a joke, preying on his misfortune. But, he really hoped you would actually show up, not that he would let you see his creative little animal friends he was sketching out.

You arrived at his home, greeted by his mother at the door. She’s delighted to have you over and tells you she thinks it’s a good idea, that you’ll probably help lift Langa’s spirits. Creeping to his room, you decide to scare him. You peek inside, and see him hunched over his desk, and much to your surprise, he looks like he’s working hard on his assignment.

You quietly walk up behind him, peering over his shoulder and you can’t help but gasp, scaring the living daylights out of the baby blue haired boy. His hand clutched at his chest, trying desperately to calm his rapid heartbeat while you snatched the paper from in front of him, admiring it and aweing over it,

“W-wait when did you get here??”

“Awe! Langa I didn’t know you could draw so well!” He snatched the page from you

“I don’t. I just got a little bored...:”

Then you got a look at his flushed face, leaning into his palm as a way to attempt to hide it form you. A poor attempt, but an attempt nonetheless. You could tell he was embarrassed and leaned down to give him a chaste kiss on the cheek, making him blush even more,

“Love you look so cute with your cheeks all flushed!”

“Why must you say such embarrassing things??”

“I just do it ‘cause I love you!” He just sighed. You could be so difficult sometimes.

‘...I love you too…” You stayed silent, before blurting out,

“So when are you gonna draw me a bunch of cute animals?”

[ellewords]

new written on the margins question!!! It’s Atsumu Time (though tbh i could also see this happening with best flower girl oikawa too but i’m Biased)

so you go to a relative’s wedding and you bring atsumu with you bc like why not?? he’s met your family already, might as well introduce him to your extended family too BUT you soon regret this so much because him and his charismatic big mouf are getting along TOO well with everyone and now your cousins and sibling(s) are telling embarrassing stories to him about you when you were younger OOGH i can imagine a lot of relatives being like ??? how’d you manage to date a famous volleyball player what’s ur secret?!?

but the Real Threat is with the older aunts and grandmas, who pinch your cheeks while talking about how small you were when they last saw you and how you’ve grown up so beautifully now that you’re older not to mention you’ve got yourself a handsome boyfriend—when’s the wedding?? at this question you CHOKE on your drink and atsumu snickers at your predicament and how flustered you are but still pats your back as you cough and try to recollect your bearings

BUT. you’ve got a little surprise that admittedly you’re quite nervous about!! this is based off of how a few years ago in 2015 i went to the philippines to visit family—my grandparents on my dad’s side had their wedding anniversary and they were renewing their vows i think?? anyways i was asked to sing a song for them at their reception (this also happened when i was younger, probably around 2007/2008 at the wedding anniversary for my grandparents on my mom’s side; all of us grandkids were tasked on preparing a little performance at the reception too)

you’re called up to the stage to sing a lil something and at first atsumu’s like eh? what’s this? but you’re like AH......WELL.....YOU’LL SEE....and when you start singing and playing guitar or something he’s just like :0!!!!!!!!!!! HE’S ENTRANCED......HE FUMBLES WITH HIS PHONE TO RECORD YOU SO HE CAN SAVE THIS FOREVER WHY DIDN’T YA TELL HIM YOU COULD SING OR THAT YOU WERE DOING ALL THIS HUH—🌸

— from elle ! aaah sakuranon ngl i saw “philippines” and my filipino self went 👀 oh? 👀 anyways, tsumu would be so so adorable when meeting family like this charming mf would just make everyone in the room fall in love with him <33 anyways, short lil scenario feat. yn and a very soft atsumu. thank you for this it made me v giddy aaaa i hope you are having a wonderful day <3 this also got a little too long i'm so sorry :<< 

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“please, just stop.” you groaned, fingertips rubbing your temples in frustration, elbows resting on the table. meanwhile, atsumu has been laughing it up with your aunts, letting them pinch his cheeks and swoon over how adorable he was. and of course, your boyfriend is eating all that attention up, giving out compliments left, right, and center, “aw, c’mon. ya don’t even look a day over thirty.”

you shut your eyes, resting your forehead on the edge of the table, truly wishing that you were anywhere else — trying your best to drown out whichever drunk cousin was singing his heart out on the stage, interjecting every now and then with some ramble on how “true love does exist. right, everyone?”

there’s hand resting on your back, rubbing slow circles, “what’s wrong, babe? ya alright?”

looking up at him, you sit up straight to gently shove his shoulder, “of course i am, my family’s fallen in love with my boyfriend and telling him every single story from my youth. i feel wonderful!”

atsumu threw his head back in laughter, grinning at the huff that escaped you, the pout on your lips, the way you crossed your arms in front of your chest, the complete tone of sarcasm that laced your words. is it possible that he could fall in love with you even more? part of him should feel bad that he’s taking in every word about the story of your first crush, or watching every single dance performance you’ve ever put on for the family from the ages 3 to 7. “that’s great, ‘m havin’ a lot of fun too.”

he kissed your forehead before returning to watch seven year old you’s rendition of the themes song of your favorite show, “d’ya have anymore of these and could ya send ‘em to me?”

your aunt grinned, “of course, sweetie. but how do i do that?”

you opened your mouth to retort, to save yourself from any more embarrassment, when you hear you name getting called. just like that, your heartbeat increases tenfold, placing a hand over your heart to calm yourself down as you release a shaky breath.

atsumu furrowed his brows as you stood from your seat. he grabs your hand before you could get too far from him, “babe? why are they calling’ for ya?”

a nervous smile forms on your face, “you’ll see.”

he lets go of your hand as the furrow in his brows just grew deeper, confusion only increasing even as you took the mic in your hands, voice trembling ever so slightly as you spoke into the mic, “this is for the happy couple. i wish you a lifetime of love and light.”

the second the music started to play, atsumu is standing from his seat, trying to get as close to the stage as possible. his hands fumbled for his phone, fishing it out of his pocket, almost slipping between his fingers before he could press record. 

you tried to keep your eyes away from him, knowing that it will only trip you up as your cue to sing finally came, “hold me close and hold me fast, this magic spell you’ve cast. this is la vie en rose.”

atsumu practically squealed, completely breathless from your singing voice. there are times where he had heard you humming around your apartment, but this was a completely different experience. how could someone's heart stop and speed up at the exact same time? he was transfixed, entranced, everyone in the room had melted away into nothing.

your heart fluttered at the sight of the newly-wedded couple slow dancing to your singing, closing your eyes every now and then as you took in the lyrics you sang, the air of love filling the entirety of the reception hall. 

for most of the song, you avoided atsumu’s gaze, knowing that he wasn’t all too far from the stage. but you couldn’t help but make eye contact with him as you sang the final lines, “and when you speak angels sing from above, everyday words seemed to turn into love song.”

tears pricked the corner of atsumu’s eyes, the hand that held his phone trembling slightly. perhaps, it is possible that he could fall in love with you anymore.

you took a breath, giving him a soft smile as you sang the final line, “give your heart and soul to me, and life will always be...la vie en rose.”

yeah, it definitely was possible to fall in love with you more. 

the crowd erupted into applause as soon as you ended; but truthfully, you couldn’t really care less about them, your eyes still trained on atsumu’s as he mouthed an “i love you” after the final strum of the acoustic guitar.

“i'm assuming you liked my performance?” you asked, nervous, as you made your way back to him.

“babe! if ya were gonna make me melt, can ya at least give me a heads up?” atsumu exclaimed, wrapping his arms around you, “why didn’t ya tell me about this? yer so so talented, ‘m so proud, can’t believe i'm with someone so amazin’...”

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a lil bonus :

you run into sakusa and meian at the gym they practiced at to meet atsumu for a night around town.

“date night with miya?” meian asked, raising a brow at your completely dressed up look. 

you respond with a nod and meian continues, “he’ll be down soon, he’s just changing.”

“listen, yn,” sakusa began, tone somewhat teasing — at least, you think it was. sakusa had always been friendly with you. “i think you’re an absolutely fantastic singer but if atsumu shows us that video of you singing at a wedding one more time, i'm shoving his phone down his throat.”

you step back in shock, unaware that atsumu had been doing that in the first place, “he shows you that?”

“every damn day.”

a voice spoke up from behind them, “and how could i not? i have the most talented partner don’t i?”

“someday you’ll get tired of my singing.” you mumbled, leaning into atsumu’s touch as he placed an arm around your shoulders.

“nah, don’t think i ever will.”

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oh, the weather outside is frightful 2/? (craquaria) - teenwitch

AN: Hi, I’m teenwitch. I was blown away with all the positive feedback on the last chapter of this fic aw so here’s a part 2. Thanx soso much to everyone who had kind words to say ! many many words of fluffy smutty christmas stuff jus 4 u! TW for use of the word slut

Also I’m really sorry to admins for not doing my tags last time, I wasn’t sure how but I’ve worked it out now :)))

Brianna texts Aquaria when she gets home. They’d both made a half hearted attempt to clean themselves up before exiting the bathroom, passing Monet and Kameron (Kameron sitting on Monet’s lap and Monet leaning around her to mouth something unintelligible but animated at Brianna, holding her hand to her ear in the universal gesture for “call me” with an excited grin) on their way to the coat check. In the elevator, Brianna had unlocked her phone to order an uber and Aquaria had snatched it out of her hand right away, typing in her number before flashing that blinding grin and thrusting it back into Brianna’s hand. Aquaria’s ride had arrived first and she’d kissed Brianna goodbye on the cheek, gripping her wrist tightly and telling Brianna to “text me, ok?”. Her face had been confident but an edge of uncertainty had softened her tone. Brianna had smiled, tried to make her eyes warm at Aquaria as she assured her she would. And so Brianna does. She doesn’t know what to send ; “hey, it was cool when you came around my fingers in the bathroom of your workplace” ? so she settles on her favourite heart emoji, the pink one with the little sparkles. She briefly considers red, to match the dress Aquaria had been wearing, before deciding that a plain red heart is too generic. She texts Monet “;))) see u tomorrow?” before dropping her phone, stripping out of her dress and bra and climbing naked into bed. Brianna’s grinning as she falls asleep.

Aquaria wakes up at midday (so sue her, it’s three days til Christmas and her office is closed until the new year) and the first thing she does is check her phone. There’s 3 texts from Brianna and a knot Aquaria didn’t know was in her stomach unties itself. Last night Brianna had texted and she’d texted back and then Brianna hadn’t and Aquaria had fallen asleep with her phone in her hand. She unlocks her phone and reads “I almost did the red heart to match ur dress but it seemed too basic” and then “oh ! duh!” and then 3 of the emoji with the little lady dancing in the red dress. It’s silly and it makes Aquaria grin as she types out a response before swinging her legs out of bed and padding across the hallway to her shower. She catches herself humming as she’s shampooing her hair and blushes a little. I mean really, Aquaria she scolds herself over a woman you met not even 24 hours ago ? But Brianna had been lovely. Aquaria’s thoughts drift to the night before as she rubs shower gel over her small breasts. She pinches a nipple, like Brianna had done, and feels heat coil low in her stomach. She lets her hands slip down and around her body to grab at her ass and gives herself a slap, thinks of Brianna, again, before she trails her hands around to between her legs where she’s already so wet. Wet just from thinking about Brianna and the way she’d touched Aquaria with those strong hands. Aquaria’s whine echoes, high pitched and needy, off the tile of the shower as she slips a finger past her entrance. She’s pathetic, she thinks as she fucks herself, so desperate for a woman she barely knows. Aquaria cums imagining Brianna standing in the doorway, watching her.

“Heeellloooooo” Monet flings open the door to her apartment, wearing a thick white facemask. Brianna cackles and follows her inside, dropping the box of pizza she’d been carrying on Monet’s kitchen counter “you better have saved some of that for me, Mrs Doubtfire. I’m nearly 40, I need all the help I can get!”

“Of course dearie! It’s in the bathroom!” Monet says, still in character. Then, dropping the phony British accent, “33 is not nearly 40, Cracker!”

“It might as well be! I have wrinkles Monet, look at this face!” Brianna pulls her skin back taught across her face in Monet’s bathroom mirror, pulling a face at herself before beginning to smear the white mask over her forehead

“Girl, shut up!” Monet calls from the kitchen “and tell me everything about last night, you left with Aquaria! And do not even try to tell me you didn’t fuck in that bathroom Miz Cracker, I saw the state of the two of you.” Satisfied she’s covered her face evenly, Brianna runs out of the Bathroom and jumps onto Monet’s small couch, claiming her favourite throw blanket and wrapping it around her shoulders. “Tell me everything!” Monet repeats as she settles in next to Brianna and opens the pizza box. And so Brianna does. By 9pm they’ve covered both Aquaria and Kameron in detail. Monet had taken Kameron home, fucked her, and Kameron had asked Monet to get dinner with her tomorrow night before she’d gone home (“do you think she meant it as, like, a date? Like a date-date?” Monet had asked until Brianna rolled her eyes so hard her brain hurt). Brianna had also found out that Aquaria was young (Monet wasn’t sure how young though), occasionally stand of fish but generally very sweet and was junior fashion editor for the same magazine Monet worked at. She desperately wants to see Aquaria again. “Just text her girl, ask her to go skating or to a movie or something” Monet says, hugging Brianna goodbye at the door. And so, as she tends to when Monet suggests something (Brianna still cringes when she thinks about certain incidents from their early twenties), Brianna does.

The next time Aquaria sees Brianna, it’s Christmas Eve. She’d planned her outfit 2 days ago, as soon as she read Brianna’s text. This afternoon she’d put it on, decided it looked stupid and then spent 2 hours trying on and discarding various tops and dresses. It was irrelevant to Aquaria that they were going ice skating, and most of her clothes would be covered by her heavy coat anyway. She had left the house wearing lipstick and turned around halfway down the stairs to her apartment to go back and wipe it off. She wants to kiss Brianna. And now she’s actually looking at Brianna, and her chest is 10 times tighter than it had been before. Brianna’s an old hollywood angel, her long blonde hair as full as ever, bouncing down over the collar of her brown fur coat, which nearly reaches her ankles. The only thing missing is red lipstick, Aquaria thinks, grinning as she notes that Brianna’s bare lips match hers. Brianna hasn’t spotted her yet, she’s looking away from Aquaria at the people circling the ice, her chin propped up in her hand. Aquaria wants to take a photo. She’s actually fingering her phone in her pocket, debating whether or not it would be too stalkerish, when Brianna’s head snaps around towards her and her face breaks out in a grin. “Hi!” She hurries over to Aquaria, blonde waves bouncing , and wraps her arms around her waist. She’s shorter than Aquaria remembers, as Aquaria hugs her back she can rest her chin on the top of her head. Brianna pulls away and grins out a breathy “How are you?”, already leading Aquaria over to the skate hire booth. Her eyes are warm and Aquaria feels less nervous already.

They’re skating, and Aquaria is good at it. The second they’d got on the ice she’d pulled fluidly away from Brianna, gliding off and around the rink, turning to skate backwards and grin at Brianna as she lifted one leg off the ice and out in front of her body. Brianna had watched slack jawed as Aquaria did a little twisty jumpy thingy in the middle of the rink before lifting her leg up over her head. She looked so graceful and beautiful, her long limbs propelling her forwards, a strand of black hair falling over her pink cheeks. She’s flexible, too Brianna’s brain had added, and she felt her cheeks grow hot.  “Are you done showing off?” Brianna had asked Aquaria when she skated smoothly back to her side, chest puffed out proudly “How did you even do that?!”. Aquaria had just shot her a shit eating grin before taking off skating again, this time more slowly, tugging at Brianna’s hand for her to follow.

“I took 8 years of dance and 2 years of figure skating” Aquaria admits, as they skate in tandem, Brianna feeling clumsy next to Aquaria’s effortless, strong movements. They keep chatting as they skate, about childhood hobbies, games and aspirations, then Kameron and Monet (Aquaria squeals and flails her wrists around when Brianna tells her that they’d had a successful date last night) then music and movies and fashion, interrupting themselves with little anecdotes here and there. “So,” Aquaria says, reaching out to steady Brianna as she stumbles slightly “why are you taking me out on Christmas Eve? Don’t you have, like, family to see or something?”

Brianna’s breath hitches at Aquaria’s firm grip on her forearm. “Well, my family is Jewish, so I’ve never really celebrated Christmas. We usually go for Chinese food and watch movies on Christmas Day, but my sister lives in Florida now and my mother’s away on a spiritual retreat this year, so it’s just me” she explains “I’d actuallly forgotten it was Christmas Eve, if I’m honest. Oh God, I hope I didn’t ruin your plans!” She turns to Aquaria, feeling cross at herself for blanking on the fact that Aquaria quite probably had had something to do tonight.

“No, not at all!” Aquaria laughs a little at Brianna’s worried face  “I’m on my own too! My mom and stepmom are on vacation in Hawaii, so I’m orphaned this year.” Brianna doesn’t know whether or not she should ask Aquaria if she has plans for tomorrow. She wants to, but how weird does that seem, asking Aquaria to spend Christmas with her on their first date. She worries her bottom lip, debating, when a voice crackles over the loudspeakers at the side of the rink “closing in 30”.

“I guess that’s us” Aquaria smiles at her “I know a place about a block away that does mulled wine in the winter?”

On their way out of the cosy little bistro, Aquaria stops in the middle of the street, tugging Brianna back where their hands are entwined. She tilts her chin up to the sky and is silent for a moment before she huffs disappointedly “No stars” she says sadly in response to Brianna’s quirked eyebrow, “I love the stars”. It’s silly, but Aquaria feels genuinely disappointed. She does love the stars, she’s always thought of them as her friends, looking out for her at night. Sometimes she talks to them in her head, when there’s something she needs to figure out.

“New York and its damn light pollution.” Brianna says, and she must catch some of the upset on Aquaria’s face, because she drops her hand and wraps her arm around Aquaria’s waist instead, pulling her close to her side. It’s clumsy, walking like this, their heights and gaits don’t match and Brianna’s hip bumps into Aquaria’s thigh. Aquaria can’t bring herself to care though, Brianna’s warm and she’s pretty and she’s taking Aquaria back to her apartment. Her thumb is stroking circles into Aquaria’s side and Aquaria’s cheeks are warm from the wine and the tenderness of it all.

“Do you know much about the stars? Like, constellations and stuff?” Brianna asks

“Yeah, a little.”

“Tell me?”

And so Aquaria does. She starts with Aquarius, because that’s hers, and is halfway through Cassiopeia when Brianna fumbles for her keys in her coat and lets them into a looming building.

“This is me”

“It reminds me of the apartment building from ghostbusters” Aquaria tells Brianna as they start up the stairs “You’re Sigourney Weaver”.

“No way!” Brianna sounds almost offended “I’m definitely the demon in the fridge!”

Aquaria is slightly out of breath by the time they reach Brianna’s apartment, it’s been 7 flights of stairs. Brianna, of course, doesn’t seem affected in the slightest, and has enough breath to draw out a “ta daaaaaa” as she flings open the door and flicks on the light. Brianna’s apartment is cluttered in a cosy way. The walls are cream but decorated with various artworks and photographs, some in frames, some just taped up. Her red couch is draped in a colourful crochet blanket and several bright cushions, which should clash with the garish pattern of her curtains, but don’t. Aquaria spots plants on one windowsill and candles in various states of melted on another. It looks like a home in a way that Aquaria’s apartment, with its chic minimalist decor, doesn’t.

“It’s beautiful” Aquaria breathes, and means it.

“It’s not much, but it’s my home” Brianna takes a running jump onto her couch and sits up to take off her shoes. Aquaria plops down in the armchair opposite her and eases off her own thigh high boots, groaning as the muscles in her legs flex

“God, my calves hurt. I forgot that skating made them so sore.”

And then Brianna is on her knees in front of Aquaria, shoving Aquaria’s heels aside and taking her left leg in her hands. Aquaria starts to ask her what she’s doing but a moan comes out instead as Brianna’s strong fingers dig into her calf, rubbing deep circles right into where Aquaria’s muscle aches.

“Mm?” Brianna hums, looking up at Aquaria

“Mmm” Aquaria hums in confirmation, eyes fluttering shut. The way Brianna massages away the tension reminds Aquaria of the way her mom used to rub the growing pains out of her legs when she was a child. Aquaria feels herself getting wet at the thought, at being looked after by Brianna. By the time Brianna’s on the other calf, Aquaria’s squirming in her seat, sure she’s soaked through her panties.

“Good, baby?” Brianna asks, glancing up at Aquaria’s flushed face.

“Yes” Aquaria gasps, and as Brianna’s fingers trail up past her knee and over her inner thigh, she can’t help the thrust of her hips up off the chair. “Please”  she whispers as Brianna’s hands trail higher.

“Please what, baby?” Brianna’s grip is suddenly strong on her upper thigh and Aquaria feels herself throb “What do you need?”

“Need you to touch me, Brianna, please” Aquaria hears the whine in her own voice and flushes. Brianna just grins and slides her hand up Aquaria’s thigh to her rub up against her clothed pussy.

“Here?”

“Yes” Aquaria’s voice cracks and she throws her head back, squeezing her eyes shut tight against the threat of tears. She’s so turned on and all shes wanted for days is for Brianna to fuck her, she needs it and Brianna’s teasing and it’s not fair and -

“Okay baby. Shh baby, it’s okay, I’m gonna take care of you.” Brianna pulls down Aquaria’s panties and buries her head under Aquaria’s skirt in one smooth motion, licking a stripe up the centre of Aquaria’s bare pussy. Aquaria lets out a broken moan as Brianna sucks at her clit, and cants her hips up to meet her tongue. Brianna’s strong arms wrap themselves around Aquaria’s thighs for better leverage, spreading them further apart as she licks into Aquaria. Oh God, Brianna’s doing this twisty thing with her tongue that’s hitting all the right spots inside her and then she’s pulling out to lap at her clit, grazing it with her teeth enough to make Aquaria whine and then she’s plunging her tongue back inside and ohit’ssogood and Aquaria’s close within minutes. It’s when Brianna pulls away entirely to bite harshly at Aquaria’s inner thigh before sucking back down over her clit that Aquaria cums. Brianna licks her through it, humming happily, until Aquaria reaches down to pull her away. When Brianna surfaces her face is flushed and she’s grinning, Aquaria’s wetness shiny on her chin. Aquaria can taste it, and the spice of mulled wine underneath, when she pulls Brianna up for a passionate kiss. “You taste so good baby you came so good” Brianna murmurs against her lips “Bedroom?” Aquaria nods fervently and lets Brianna pull her to her feet.

The lights are off in Brianna’s room but the curtains are open, so light from the city below fills it with a soft yellow glow. Aquaria’s lips are on Brianna’s neck and her hands under her coat to tug at the zipper of her dress immediately, and Brianna shivers as her clothes fall to the floor. Aquaria pulls back to rid herself of her own clothes, she’s not wearing a bra again, and Brianna feels herself throb as she takes in Aquaria’s naked form in the dim light. “You’re beautiful” she breathes, and she means it, loves the long leanness of Aquaria’s body, her small breasts and smooth, white skin.

“You’re beautiful” Aquaria leans down to kiss her hard and hungry, nipping at her bottom lip and then her neck, sucking down. Brianna knows there’ll be a mark there tomorrow and she grins as she tangles her fingers in Aquaria’s hair, gives it a little tug to hear Aquaria make that beautiful little whine before guiding them to her bed. It’s hot and dirty as they lay down, Aquaria crawling on top of Brianna and discarding her bra immediately before attaching her mouth to Brianna’s chest. She places open mouthed kisses over Brianna’s exposed breasts and kitten licks at her nipple, before biting down, hard.

“Ah, fuck” Brianna hisses, reaching around to deliver a slap to Aquaria’s bare ass. Aquaria lets out a sound that’s halfway between a giggle and a moan, so Brianna slaps her again, harder. Definitely a moan this time. Brianna grins, of course Aquaria loves being spanked, the little slut. She’ll have to explore that later, though, because Aquaria’s kissing down her stomach now, hooking her fingers into the waist and of Brianna’s panties and tugging them down over her legs. Aquaria delivers a gentle kiss to Brianna’s clit and immediately pushes two fingers inside her. Brianna moans, loud and slutty, loving the burn as Aquaria’s knuckles catch on her entrance. As Aquaria shifts to straddle her hips, Brianna reaches up feel out her cunt, slipping her middle finger into the tight ring of muscle and crooking it forwards to rub up against Aquaria’s g spot.

“Oh fuck yes, Brianna” Aquaria gasps, walls clenching around Brianna’s finger “more”.

Brianna obliges and adds a second finger, fucking Aquaria a little faster. Aquaria’s got three fingers inside Brianna now, and she’s fucking her hard, just how Brianna likes, thrusting her fingers in and out while her thumb rubs down roughly over Brianna’s clit. Brianna can hear the slick, wet sounds of her pussy swallowing Aquaria’s fingers each time she pushes in. It’s obscene, and it makes Brianna buck her hips up to meet Aquaria’s hand just a little harder. She’s hitting the right angle with every thrust now, and Brianna’s not going to last, not with the way Aquaria’s fucking herself on Brianna’s fingers above her, making the most delicious little noises.

“Aquaria” Brianna brings her thumb up to play with Aquaria’s clit “Aquaria, I’m -“

And then Aquaria’s fucking Brianna even harder and Brianna’s cumming around her fingers, hard, with a long, low moan. She feels so good everywhere that she doesn’t register Aquaria riding out her own orgasm against Brianna’s hand until she hears her broken moans of “Briannabriannabrianna”. Brianna thinks she could cum again just listening to that.

When she’s come down from her high, Aquaria sucks her fingers clean, humming around the digits before laying down beside Brianna on the bed. They kiss softly until Brianna feels Aquaria shiver and she motions to Aquaria to stand up so they can both settle in under the blankets. Aquaria snuggles up to Brianna’s side, her head on her chest and her arm slung over Brianna’s waist.

“Aquaria?” Brianna stretches out her arm to play with Aquaria’s hair

“Mm?”

“Do you want to stay tomorrow? I mean, like, spend the day with me? I know it’s Christmas and you probably have plans with friends but I just thought I’d - ”

“I don’t have plans” Brianna feels Aquaria smile against her boob “I’d love to stay tomorrow”

Brianna feels warm in her stomach and her chest. She reaches out for Aquaria’s hand and brings it up to her face, kissing her palm and the inside of her wrist before letting it drop.

“Brianna?”

“Mm?”

“Can we try making mulled wine tomorrow?”

“Oh yeah. Good idea”

Aquaria hums happily and nestles further into Brianna’s side, tangling their legs together.

“Yay! You’re the best, Brianna.”

The way Aquaria says it makes it sound true, Brianna thinks as she falls asleep.