#we exchange Christmas gifts each year - usually something to eat

[nei-ning]

Lovely grandpa neighbor brought me home-made, still burning hot, mini pancakes with strawberry jam <3

[onlyhereforthestories]

Master Wrapper (Lia Walti x Reader)

Day 5 whoooop. Hows everyones December going?

The cozy glow of the Christmas lights filled Lia’s apartment, creating a warm contrast to the crisp December night outside. Lia had just returned from a last-minute shopping trip, her arms filled with bags and her cheeks pink from the cold. With a grin, she spread out her haul across the living room floor, setting up what she called “a wrapping station” on the rug with all the supplies she could possibly need: rolls of festive wrapping paper, ribbon spools in a multitude of colours, and a small mountain of gift tags in varying shapes and designs.

You could hear the quiet hum of Christmas music playing lightly from the speaker on the mantle, there was a steaming mug of something that smelt of cinnamon on the table in front of you and you still had your chocolate from your calendar to eat yet.

“Okay, ready to work some holiday magic?” she asked, grinning as she plopped down beside you and started sorting through her purchases. She handed you a gift box and a roll of red and gold paper, smiling like this was her absolute favourite part of Christmas.

You nodded, rolling up your sleeves and matching her grin. “Let’s make these look so good people won’t even want to open them.”

Lia laughed, shaking her head as she pulled out a pair of scissors and tape. “I love your enthusiasm,” she said, already expertly measuring the first piece of wrapping paper for a box. You couldn’t help but watch her, the way her hands worked carefully, smoothing out the edges and pressing down the tape with precision. She clearly enjoyed doing this and was very efficient and classy with it.

As you both wrapped, she shared stories about her favourite holiday traditions back home in Switzerland. Those stories involved skiing on the picturesque snowy mountains, taking walks as the snow fell and spending cozy evenings in with her family around a fire to warm up at the end of the day. Her eyes sparkled with nostalgia, and you found yourself completely enchanted by her, laughing as she recalled the slightly disastrous time she tried to cook the family Christmas dinner herself.

“Did it turn out okay?” you asked, laughing as she wrapped a piece of ribbon, once again, perfectly around a gift.

“Let’s just say… we ended up ordering pizza,” she laughed, her cheeks a little red at the memory. “It’s harder than it looks, you know! But my parents were nice about it. They even ate what they could.” She smiled, shaking her head. “This year, I’m letting my mom handle it again. We all agree it’s for the best.”

It didn’t take a genius to noticed that Lia’s wrapping was practically perfect, each edge neatly folded, while yours… well, yours looked a little less refined. She looked over at your completed gift pile and raised an eyebrow, trying not to laugh. “Need a little help?” she teased, reaching over to adjust one of the corners.

“Alright, go ahead, expert,” you laughed, watching as she patiently demonstrated how to make crisp folds and tuck the paper just right. She was close enough that you could smell the faint hint of her vanilla perfume, and you found yourself feeling a little distracted as she talked you through her technique. There has always been something about just being close to the midfielder that made you brain switch off and your body warm.

With her, and you will admit, expert guidance, your wrapping skills improved, and soon you’d finished most of the gifts. She handed you a spool of gold ribbon with a playful smile. “How do you feel about making bows?”

“I think I can manage that,” you said, taking the ribbon and carefully tying a neat bow on one of the gifts. You looked up at her, beaming at your success.

She clapped, nodding in approval. “Beautiful! See, you’re a natural,” she said warmly, reaching over to give your shoulder a playful squeeze. As she leaned closer, her fingers lingered on your shoulder just a bit longer than usual, and the two of you exchanged a soft, lingering smile.

Finally, you both sat back, surveying the pile of beautifully wrapped gifts. The room was a festive mess, bits of ribbon and scraps of wrapping paper scattered around you. Lia stretched her arms over her head, sighing with satisfaction. “I think we make a pretty great team,” she said, leaning her head against your shoulder as you both admired your handiwork.

You wrapped an arm around her, giving her a gentle squeeze. “Absolutely. I think we should always wrap presents together; how could we not combine your perfect bows with my neat wrapping.”

Just then, Lia’s eyes brightened, and she pulled a small package from her pocket. “Actually,” she said shyly, “I have one more gift.” She handed you a small, neatly wrapped box.

“Lia, this is already wrapped.” You gave the woman a puzzled look as you inspected the gift.

“It’s for you, but I was hoping you’d open it tonight.” She had that soft smile you loved on her face.

Surprised, you took the box and looked at her, feeling your cheeks warm. Carefully, you unwrapped the gift, peeling back the paper to reveal a box that housed a delicate bracelet with a tiny snowflake charm.

“It reminded me of you,” Lia murmured softly, her fingers lightly brushing yours as she helped you put it on. “I thought… well, I thought it might be something you’d like. You always say snow is one of your favourite things and you wish you could see it more.” The small shrug of her shoulder as she explained was very cute.

You turned to her, smiling as you admired the bracelet on your wrist. “Lia, it’s perfect,” you whispered, leaning in closer. The lights from the Christmas tree reflected in her eyes, giving them a warm, soft glow. Well warmer and softer than they always are.

Before either of you realized it, you were both leaning in, her breath warm on your cheek as your lips met in a gentle, lingering kiss. When you finally pulled back, both of you were smiling, cheeks flushed. Lia’s fingers laced through yours, the moment filled with warmth and joy.

Lia’s eyes sparkled as she watched you, the flicker of lights mirrored in their depths. The bracelet on your wrist caught the same light, the tiny snowflake charm glistening as though it held a piece of winter itself. You turned your hand slightly, admiring the delicate craftsmanship and feeling a rush of affection.

“It’s beautiful, Lia,” you whispered, your voice barely carrying above the soft crackle of the fireplace.

A smile, shy yet radiant, spread across her face. “I’m so glad you like it,” she replied, a hint of relief in her tone, as though she’d been holding her breath.

You reached for her hand, fingers intertwining in a simple, intimate gesture. The warmth of her skin seeped into yours, and for a moment, the world outside ceased to exist, no chilly winds, just the gentle cocoon of light, laughter, and love shared between the two of you.

“Merry Christmas,” Lia said, her voice barely above a whisper, but it carried the weight of everything you both felt.

“Merry Christmas, Lia,” you echoed, squeezing her hand gently as you leaned your head against hers, the bracelet resting lightly on your wrist, a sparkling reminder of this moment and hopefully many more to come.

[rhodesrider]

A Purple Christmas

Mafia!Judgement Day x Little!Fem!Y/N

Warnings: Some flashbacks, some cussing, age regression, mention of weapons, mentions of harassment, mentions of violence/gun violence

Minors! DNI! 18+!

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Feeling the cool air in her room and soon the light shining on her face, Y/N smiled as she had a long night getting stuff together for her sweethearts while they were at work handling business. The presents one by one still in her room. She wanted to make something practical, that they would wear all the time so she took the time to make bracelets. For each one of them has a special charm. She opened her eyes slow and she yawned some hearing holiday music downstairs. Getting up slow stretching, going to do her usual face routine and putting on slippers peeking out the doorway trying to look downstairs. JD walked by the hallways and smirked seeing her some, motioning her to come down as he was carrying gifts as well. She nodded and went back to grab the bag full of boxes. She walked down carefully and squealed soon getting scooped up by Finn. “Merry Christmas little munchkin!” He growled and play tickled her holding her tight so she doesn’t fall. That got everyone attention and gave a smile to the whole group seeing her smile in the morning. “There’s my little princess!” Rhea squealed some as she loved the holidays the most and had her big gift ready between her legs. Finn put her down in her favorite chair in the living room and kissed her on the forehead one last time before going to his pile ready for her. “Ok so, Dom and Damian are fixing breakfast, and I know you’re hungry but we made a wheel so you can do something before we eat.” JD gave her the wheel kissing her forehead as well before sitting back down. “Is papa making pancakes?” Y/N ask as she examining the wheel. “Your favorite pancakes and fruit bowl. They also made some bacon and eggs.” JD answered as he fixed the three gifts he got Y/N on his side of the L-Couch. “Yummy! But ok I’ll pick now! I wanna exchange my gifts as well!” She smiled happy as she spun the wheel.

The first name was Dominic, “Dom Dom! Come on in here. JD tag in with him.” Rhea instructed and both nodded trading places. Dom smiled and went to Y/N kissing her all over and giving her three small boxes and one giant one. “Open them in any order babydoll.” He watched closely as Y/N started to open them, the first was a pandora bracelet, blank canvas, her last one was broke from a raid that happened to their house earlier in the year and two of her charms were stolen. Dominik protected her while the others handled the men that intruded and held her close in her room calming her down so she wouldn’t have a panic attack. After that he wanted to check but she didn’t want him to leave so he stayed and comforted her the whole time. Y/N shed a tear and he smiled placing it on her wrist for her. She smiled at the small engravement and kissed his nose. “Thank you Dom.” Y/N loved it. The other two were boxes with 3 charms in it each for the bracelet, he slowly restored it back for her and added more. And the big gift was next. “I hope you love it ,it was literally the last one.” He smiled. She opened it smiling seeing it was a giant gengar, a limited edition one that was a pale purple. “You got me a shiny gengar!” She squealed as it was one of Y/Ns Pokemon on her team. She helped Dom get into Pokemon and they always play the newest game the DLCs and battle each other. Y/N held the stuffie close to her and kissed Dom on the cheeks making him blush. Little did he know that Finn already spun the wheel and shoved him to the side excited. “Hey!” He was ready for a fight with Finn and his cheeky smile but Rhea put an end to that giving a look to both. “Stop the rough housing and gift her.” Rhea hissed. She giggled and tossed Dom his gift she made him, “Don’t open it yet ok?” He nodded smiling at the semi wrapped well gift.

Finn proudly took gengar and put him to the side of her and gave her two gifts and one big one. “Sure that was sweet and all pipsqueak but mine is gonna take the cake.” Damien overheard him rolling his eyes and in the process saying in his language “Se va a llevar el pastel solo porque ayudé.” (It’s gonna take the cake only because I helped.) JD smirked some knowing what he said and Finn rolled his eyes. “Why is papa Damien so mean to me?” Finn pouted and it made Y/N pout hugging him. “Ok lass go at it.” She giggled and she started to tear the gifts open. One box contained a beautiful necklace, with Finn’s initials. “Awwww finny…” she smiled and Finn helped her put it on. She opened the next and it was vinyls that she wanted for her collection, limited edition. The last one was an envelope, she looked at it and she teared the top opening it and seeing it was tickets to her favorite artist. She squealed to the top of her lungs and she jumps up and down soon gripping on to Finn hugging him koala style. She’s been wanting to go to the concert for a while but due to how everything is set up she couldn’t go by herself. But Finn took the time to talk to Rhea and she subsided her overprotective ways for her this once, but there was a twist. He had to go with her. “I thought you did like my music teddy bear…” she pouted looking up. He sigh swallowing his pride and shrugged. “Eh I’ll live. It’s only one night and you’ve been wanting to go so bad.” He kissed her and hugged her close. The last gift she opened was another large stuffed animal, the pokemon mudkip. “You said it reminded you of me so why not?” He laughed some. She hugged it close and kissed his cheek giving him his gift. “Don’t open it just yet.” She stopped him before he opened it like a kid on Christmas. He nodded fast and Damien finally finished up breakfast.

After that they started up the wheel again, and Rhea was next. She smiled and she placed her gifts in front of Y/N sitting in front of her watching her rip them open. One small one and one big one. She started with the little one. A necklace, a small locket with her and Rhea in a photo. “Mama I love it.” She smiled and Rhea helped her put it on layering it so it doesn’t overlaps Finn’s. “Now this is very special babygirl, this was passed down in my family. And mama loves you so much that she’s giving it to you. You mean the world to mama, to finny, to Papa and Dom Dom and JJ. You mean everything to us. So I want you to have this ok?”Y/N teared up and Rhea kissed her tears away giggling. “No crying baby. We love you.” Y/N sniffles hugging her again. And the big gift was a giant mimikyu, she was grateful for all the stuffed animals but she’s scared she won’t have any more space in her bed. Next was Damien, he smiled and got his three gifts. “Ok flower, I can’t top tears or squeals I honestly just want that beautiful smile I love seeing.” She nodded and she started to unopen gifts. Damien was always the calm note in Y/Ns time being with them. She would have night terrors and she would need comfort and Damien was always there to calm her and hum to her. One night as they were having a meeting and drinks, and Y/N doesn’t do people well. She walked down the steps to get some water from the kitchen, running into one of the security guards for the other gang that was visiting for a meeting. She was in a big shirt and slippers, saying excuse me to the guard. But he was blocking her way, taunting her some. “You must be the goths pet.” He smirked and looked at her up and down. She was getting uncomfortable, “p-please move…” she said low and the man smirked getting to her level. “I could eat you alive talking to me like that pet.” She was shaking some whimpering and she ran the other way quick upstairs. The man wanted to follow her but was stopped by the last person he wanted to see. “Where are you going?” Damien hissed and looking down at the shorter man, “No where man-“ “I wouldn’t lie. Try again.” The guard was silent and Damien sighed. He walked away and went upstairs slow hearing some crying upstairs.

Damien was growing angry hearing her cry, he hated tears falling from her beautiful face. He knocked on the door and soon hear nothing. “Mamas can I come in?” He heard a broken yes and walked in seeing her hiding under her blanket. “Princess…are you ok?” Damien asked low. He slowly uncovered her from under the blanket and saw that her eyes were puffy, and her knife in her hand. “Baby, why do you have that? Were you protecting yourself?” She nodded fast putting the knife on the other side and getting in his arms crying. Damien was so hurt and that put rage in his heart, someone wanting to touch what’s theirs. He rocked her to calm her down, “I just wanted some water, I’m sorry papa I shouldn’t have left my room…he scared me…” she said in the middle of sobbing. He rocked her more and hummed in her ear holding her close. “No one is ever gonna hurt you angel. Not while we are around.” That was a promise. And the man that bothered Y/N, well Damien put Y/N to sleep and dragged that man outside doing some unspeakable things. His anger is something not to be tampered with. Or what he loves.

Y/N opened beautiful gifts from Damien, handwoven jewelry and rings with beautiful gems inside. “I’m scared to even wear these…” she muttered. It was so beautiful that she feels if she wears them they will crumble to dust. “You don’t have to wear them now baby but I’m so glad you love them.” He smiled and kissed her forehead and nose making her giggle. She put on the woven bracelet and smiled at the beautiful colors. While they discussed some in the living room happy that she’s admiring the gifts there’s still one more person. JD. He was honest nervous about giving his gifts. He’s been with the crew for a while but not as long as they stuck together, and they all been sticking together as a family. Sometimes JD feels like he intrudes into a lot even though he works with them. “JJ?” The sweetest voice took him out of his thoughts and he looked up seeing Y/N over him as he was sat down. “You wanna open mine with everyone first?” She asked feeling he was a bit nervous on his first Christmas. He saw the box in her hand and nodded. They all started to open their gifts and they all saw a homemade bracelet. “I know it’s not much I just didn’t wanna let you guys be without this year…” she rubbed her hands together slightly nervous from their expressions. “Babygirl it’s beautiful..” Finn smiled putting it on seeing it was a black and followed by his favorite color. The same patterns with everyone else and special charms that symbolized them. JD saw his charm seeing it was a small angel. “You are one of my protectors no matter how long I’ve known I thank you everyday for loving me, accepting me and being here for me JJ..” he sniffled some letting a tear fall. “Thank you dollface.” He kissed her cheek hugging her. Dominik has an angel and a mood checker charm, symbolizing him watching her and communicating her moods and tempers, when she wants to be little and hide away, he’s her protecter and keep her moods in check so she can survive. Rhea has the angel and a figure of them hugging holding a heart. Symbolism of her being her first love, Rhea was her first everything and will always be her mama. Damien had the extra charm of an angel and a lion, royalty and a proud papa like most lions are. And Finn a charm of an angel and a jokester icon, always making her laugh and playing with her to keep her little and making her happy right to left. JD gave his gifts next, an Apple Watch with a cute band in the next box and new AirPods. “Thank you JJ!” She said excited to set it up and get it working on her phone. Rhea was proud of JD, and so happy that Y/N had a great Christmas.

“So baby who had the best gifts?”Dominik asked while they were all watching some Christmas movies. “I loved all of them silly! I can’t choose.” She smiled as she sat in Damien’s lap playing with his necklace. “It was me.” Finn muttered. Dom rolled his eyes. Rhea threw a small object at Finn giving him a look. “I’m glad you had a wonderful Christmas babygirl.” The warmest smile was still on JDs face looking at the bracelet grateful of his gift. “The best Christmas.” He mumbled kissing the charm.

Merry Christmas~

[itsawhumpsideblog]

A Safehouse Christmas Story, pt. 3

On the third day of Christmas, My true love gave to me Three French hens...

When the tree was back in its corner, it only overlapped the door by a few inches and Nathan felt fairly sure that he could navigate the passage even on his crutches, if he needed to.

It looked nice, all lit up with colorful lights that reflected off the glass balls and silver tinsel. The star at the top shone brightly and it made the whole room feel warm. He snuck a quick look to his right, where Francis sat, slumped back against the couch and looking exhausted. Clearly this had been hard on him for some reason, but Nathan didn't think it was a good time to ask. That was just how it was, for some reason.

On his left, Mikey was watching the tree with wide eyes. He still just looked confused and when he realized Nathan was looking at him, he nodded toward the tree and moved his right hand horizontally, the closest he could currently get to the sign for "what".

"It's a Christmas tree," Nathan said. "Did you ever live somewhere that had one?"

Mikey moved his hand again in the same gesture.

"No?"

Mikey shook his head.

"Okay, then. Well, it's a holiday. People put up trees in their houses and decorate them. I guess it's, like, bringing something green and living in to get you through the middle of winter. And people get together and have parties and make cookies and eat too much and then on the 25th they get together with their families or whoever and give each other gifts."

Mikey nodded and looked deep in thought. He gestured around the room and winced at the movement.

"Careful of your arm, buddy. No, I don't think we'll do that part. I mean... what do we have to give each other?" Mikey's facial expression said that his was a fair point; Francis looked suddenly sad. Angie and Tim exchanged a look that Nathan had figured out was their code for "let's talk later".

Mikey nodded towards Nathan and then at the tree, his eyebrows furrowed in a question.

"Yeah, I've had Christmas before. I bet Tim and Angie have it every year."

"That's true," Tim said. "My family goes to church- it's a religious observance for us."

"Mine just drinks too much eggnog and somebody always starts an argument," Angie grinned. "Usually about something stupid, of course. Hey, Nathan, what were your Christmases like?" Her voice was casual and gentle- perhaps overly so, but Nathan appreciated her consideration in case he didn't want to answer.

"I only really got included in one house," he said. Without meaning to, Nathan looked off into the middle distance, seeing that Christmas in his mind's eye. "I was... I dunno, twelve, maybe? I got sent to a new home in December and I figured it would suck, because who wants a new foster kid right before Christmas when you already have plans or whatever? But I got a suitcase one year from some charity and another year my social worker brought me a pair of boots and some mittens, so that was okay. One year she even brought me a book."

"Anyway, this family lived on a farm and... I dunno, they were just really good at fostering. I don't know why I couldn't stay with them. My mom was trying to get custody that year, I think. Something like that." He shook his head to clear unpleasant memories.

"But this family, on their farm. They gave everybody chores and since I was new, I got the easy ones so I could get used tohow to act around animals and stuff, and my main job was taking care of the chickens. I would go out and collect the eggs and make sure they got fed on time and I really loved them, 'cause they were so soft and friendly. I'd go out and sit in the coop and hang out with them and they let me pet them." Nathan was smiling at the memory. "I liked that we'd eat the eggs I collected. It made me feel like I was really helping, you know?"

"So Christmas came around and we went out and cut down their tree from the woods behind the farm, and I helped decorate and put up lights and everything, but I knew- I just knew- there weren't going to be any presents. So I was enjoying the decorations and all, but I was pretty sad on Christmas morning because I always was- a kid doesn't really get used to watching other people open gifts and then they get, like, socks and they get told to be grateful."

"I knew the chickens still needed me, so I went out to feed them and collect the eggs and I stayed an extra long time, just petting them and pretending it wasn't Christmas. But I couldn't stay out there forever, so eventually I got up and went inside and-"

Nathan found that he was choking up. He hadn't expected to- it had been so long since that day and he seldom thought about it any more. He felt something brush his hand and looked over to see that Mikey had reached out and was patting Nathan's arm with his bandaged hand. Nathan smiled through a world that was suddenly a little blurry.

"Um- I got back in, and there were these presents under the tree. The same number for me as for everyone else. And good stuff, too, not, like, underwear. I got a game and a scarf that was the colors of my favorite baseball team, and a book on how to take care of chickens." He laughed, a wet sound that was sad and joyous all at once.

"The WRU took it all when I signed that fucking contract, but I kept it as long as I could. That was my best Christmas, for sure." Nathan sighed and shifted his hips to ease a cramp in his leg. Then he looked around the room and found himself smiling, somehow. "But I dunno- I bet this one turns out pretty good, too.

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[secretlythepits]

It’s been a minute.

Thanksgiving was ok. If my husband isn’t here next year— we will have to travel. It would be too sad to do it with just us. That is a bridge I won’t cross early.

Christmas is strange this year, mostly because we have teens. They are at the age where they want to choose clothes and shoes, so we are going to do the super fun task of taking them shopping and then wrapping up what they chose. They have phones, computers, and beats. I’m sure they would love a gaming system, but it would be bad for our family life. I don’t feel like wasting money on stuff that will get a nice reaction on the day, but that they don’t need or even really want. I thought of a special present for each of them. My dog lover will get a gorgeous art piece of his dog, something I know he will keep for life. (Be still my heart. This boy loves his dog so much.) My other son will get a nice piece of jewelry: a chain or earrings. He borrowed his dad’s clothes and watch for an event and is ready to start. having nice things. My husband wanted nothing but made an Amazon list. I will get something from that and his usual treats. Sometimes I wish I were more consumerist, but I’m just too practical and environmentally conscious.

II am the one getting a big present this year. My husband surprised me by insisting on buying me a replacement engagement ring. My old one has issues so I’ve been wearing my mom’s wedding band instead. We never had extra money so I never even hinted at a new ring. Occasionally, I searched on my own, but I never said anything. This came out of the blue and was so sweet.

I am receiving it.

I remember getting a spa day as a gift when my kids were babies and I had trouble relaxing during my facial. I had to command myself: receive receive receive. I silently chanted that mantra as I took deep breaths. Sometimes it’s easier to give, but participating in both sides of the exchange are important. Receiving something allows another person to give. To be in the energetic flow, we have to let things come and go.

I am not getting a diamond. I want a pink stone, maybe a pink sapphire. And rose gold. A jeweler is creating options. My husband took me there on Saturday and it was romantic and exciting. It felt like the old us. I’m not sure that we are in love anymore, but we do love each other. That’s what this ring says. Wow. A ring to begin and a ring to complete.

Talk about a circle of life.

Other than that, I have been steadily working on micro habits to improve my life and they are working. My curriculum is almost done. I’ve been exercising moderately, but it’s had a huge effect on lowering my pain and facilitating sleep. I am excited about launching my career but a bit daunted by the task of launching a business. One step at a time.

Tomorrow I am starting a daily workout challenge. It’s just 45 minutes a day, but I can make strides to lose a little weight and start seeing results before the new year. That’s motivating to me.

To be clear, I will not forgo Christmas cookies or sourdough bread. I will work out more and eat healthy meals. That’s it. I have a right to enjoy eating.

I also scheduled my annual well woman exam exam for Christmas Eve morning. It was the earliest appointment I could get. I sure know how to celebrate the season. It’s never-racking to me because my husband’s cancer is HPV positive. I’ve always tested negative, but viruses are sneaky, deadly bastards.

The kids have taken me on emotional journeys with their schoolwork lately, but I realized that I just need to detach. I personalize their failures too much. They are figuring things out and I know failure is a part of the process. I can’t go up and down with them. I feel jerked around and react forcefully, trying to make them stop. But there is no other way for them to learn except living and failing and trying again. They are entitled to grow at their own pace. My friend once told me, “Does shouting at a seed ever make it grow any faster?”

I’m not sure if it’s being 50, but I’m having an easier time staying level. There are a lot of very big things to worry about right now, but I’m just—not. I’ve never been able to opt out before. But from this vantage point it seems like a choice to go up and down, because I know that ultimately things will be how they are and I’ll figure out how to live with whatever that may be.

That’s life in a nutshell. Now, as my mother would always say: I am off to do great and wonderful things.

[heyiwrotesomethings]

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

A Normal Holiday

Kirari Momobami x Sayaka Igarashi x She/Her Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I am confused.“

“What about?” (Y/n) asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

It was all set.

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

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

“Come on in!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So it’s gambling?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Kikikikikikiki—“

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

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

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

“I would hope so.”

***

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

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

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

[goldyluna]

11 and 13 for the ask game :3

11. Something you want to do again next year?

I've been going to the Christmas fair with my friends for a few years now and I wish to continue it! There is nothing new, weather is cold, but the atmosphere is so nice. It really is beautiful in it's similarity and simplicity

I also want to have more meet ups with my friend from my university! She is really fun to be with and we won't probably see each other very often, so that would be nice to have some days out together again!

I would also love to go somewhere for a day. I was visiting Vistula river this year and it would be nice to do something similar next year. To go to a city that is not your own but is also not that far. To go sightseeing, rest and just have a nice day out

13. How was your birthday this year?

Can you believe that I forgot? I had to see my photos on snapchat to remember lol Usually, it isn't a really grand day. I go out with my parents to eat, I get a gift, I get some wishes and that's the end of the day

When I was younger this day was more exciting in events, but I love what I have now. I still like my birthday and I wait for it, but it also is just another day

But also my birthday lasts longer than a day! I get gifts before and after, I meet up with other people on different days to celebrate my bday. It is always a loooong process

I have a tradition with @avopumpkin! Our birthdays are really close, so we usually meet in the middle to have a day together! This year we had some pizza and we exchanged gifts! It was a really nice day

So I would say this year's birthday was plesantly normal. No big parties or life changing moments, just a really nicely spent time

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miss rey is having a sick day and she's gonna spend it sending you kny modern au christmas thoughts 😌 working in this goddamn elementary school has gotten me into the spirit for the first time in years and i need to embrace this while it lasts.

growing up sanemi never really got anything big for christmas, over the course of november he mostly necessities like new shoes when his old ones didn't fit anymore or a winter jacket and then on actual christmas day maybe a dvd or something handmade. it got a little better once he was old enough to do parttime jobs but even then he used most of his earnings to get something nice for his siblings. when it came to sanemi money was always tight and he was okay with that if it meant genya or the others could get something out of it. and when he got older and his friend group started to give each other christmas presents, the first time they'd come up to him like "we got you something" he'd be like "... why would you do that 🤨" - literally the second kanae hears that he never really got nice christmas presents you KNOW she's dedicating eight months of the year to plan something for him and it makes him cry every single time.

with tengen it's the same thing but sort of in the other direction. got everything he never wanted for christmas every year which was annoying and draining and just felt so detached and performative. the first time makio hands him a box with self made cookies and says "i'm sorry, i would've bought you something but i didn't find anything you'd like" he almost proposes on the spot because it just feels so great to have people actually put thought into their gifts for him and not just grab the shiniest looking thing from a shelf. (not that he doesn't love getting shiny things but only if it's a shiny thing that the person picked specifically because they thought he'd like it)

obanai is the grinch for exactly however long it takes him to discover that mitsuri loves christmas more than anything. once he's a bit more open to the idea he also discovers that it's actually fun to exchange gifts and spend time together during the holidays (who can blame him, he never had that prior to going to university) and he gets really into it. people are always surprised by his great gift giving skills but it really pays off to sit in the corner and listen in on conversations quietly, he really picks up on a lot of wishes that way and when december rolls around he just knows what everyone wants or needs. on their first christmas together mitsuri gives him a little scarf she made and says "so kaburamaru doesn't get sick" and obanai decides right then and there that christmas is his favorite holiday of the year. (ONLY christmas eve and christmas day though and ONLY for exchanging gifts and spending time together, all the blinking lights and santa merch and mariah carey can go to hell)

tanjiro is always all over the place during christmas time because there's just so much to do and so much to take care of and oh son of a monkey i have to go gift shopping and oh fudge what am i gonna cook and fiddlesticks i forgot to put the tree up and GOD FUCKING DAMNIT INOSUKE STOP EATING THE ADVENT WREATH - it's a lot. so on actual christmas day he's usually exhausted and his friends have to tie him to his seat so he doesn't continue to run around and try to do everything for everyone. he still loves it tho, he's always participating in social projects around that time as well and getting gifts for homeless people, children in poverty and volunteering to dress up and collect kids' wish lists in hospitals etc.

sabito on the other hand grew to despise christmas because of his job at the elementary school. it's just too much. all the music and all the glitter and the all the christmas shows he has to attend (and organize!), the baking and crafting and reading christmas stories and looking out so children don't burn themselves with the candles and putting up that dusty old tinsel that makes his eyes water and pretending that santa is real, christmas is the bane of his existence. of course he gets his loved ones some gifts and maybe goes out to eat with them but once that's done he immediately goes home and sleeps through til new year's eve. everybody knows not to say merry christmas until sabito has left because one time they all said it when they met up during the holidays and when they got to sabito he went "if i have to say that one more time i'm gonna kill each and every one of you and then myself" and now they just do it when he's not around.

that's all the thoughts i have for now, sorry for barging in with this long ass ask like that 💀 stay hydrated, i send you a fluffy blanket and a kiss on the forehead but with a mask so you don't catch my cough :3

Oh Rey! *hugs and brings all the healing vibes and tissues* I'm sorry you got sick; something about this season just brings all the germs! And lets go getting into the spirit of things! :D

IJKRKJERJEJKRJ AHHHHHHH THESE ARE FREAKING DELIGHTFUL! Sanemi prioritizing his siblings and necessities is such a canon thing he'd do; and Kanae making it her life's mission to give him a good christmas is so KJEJJREKJREJ She's the queen of gifting- she knows everyone's taste and preferences and while it takes a while to get any info out of him, she'll find him something special. He's always so touched by it and makes it a point to do the same for her- saving up to get her one of those nice hair ornaments or dedicating any free time he has to making her something from scratch. He is a jack of no trades, but the effort is there and seeing her genuinely love it is the best gift to him.

Oh my god YES! I feel like Tengen doesn't really like christmas all that much? Mainly like you said, gifts always felt draining and preformative and also, despite growing up in a large family, maybe it didn't feel like a loving home? (Going a little into his canon background there) Like- his family held christmas parties every year but gifts were more like bragging rights over their guests vs actual care and thoughtfulness. Christmas with the girls is so much more special to him cause everything feels like they really thought of one another. (Also Tengen liking shiny things makes me laugh- he's like a crow ajerkjajekraejrj)

KLJERKJLEJKLRJKERJ OBANAI HELP! Grinch 363 days a year- the last two it fades away, especially with Mitsuri. He's a gift giving god; rivaling Kanae with his observation skills and such. You know he's always dressing Kaburamaru in his little scarf during the colder months- even when it starts to get a little worn down. (Mitsuri makes it her new tradition to make him a scarf every year after that.) They'd be the couple sneaking kisses under the mistletoe throughout the party.

TANJIRO YES! He's a little busy bee running about during December; baking treats and keeping Inosuke off the advent wreath (that's freaking hilarious oh my god) and volunteering and just- all of it! Christmas rolls around and he's so tired he can't even keep his eyes open for a good few hours into the day. It's his little reward for working so hard; a nice break on the big day ajerjaejarj

Sabito hating christmas is a whole mood akjekjrakjejkrajkerja He might have liked it at one point, but after working at an elementary school and being overdosed with the holiday spirit he is so burned out jareajreajjaerjkeajr (NOT HIM QUOTING ROSE KLJWJRKEJRJEJR) Of course he's gonna keep the vibes up for the children and his love ones but when the day is done he's hibernating with a heated blanket ajkaerjae

Just to add on:

Akaza wins ugly christmas sweater every year; he has so many cause he unironically thinks they're cute (and they keep him nice and toasty during the cold months). He gets matching ones for his favorite/only nephew Rui; they take pictures every year and have a whole album dedicated to it.

Douma is a pro figure skater without the pro part; good luck keeping him off the ice this season, especially if you put on "Theme of King JJ"; he also sings christmas songs non-stop and while he has a nice voice and can carry a tune, there comes a time when someone's about to shout "STOP SINGING ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS, IT'S FREAKING JANUARY!"

Zenitsu is absolutely the one to plan a trip to a warmer part of the world during winter; he cannot stand the cold whatsoever and saves up every year to escape for a week or two. If it happens to fall during Christmas, he facetimes everyone with a drink in hand on the beach wearing pineapple sunglasses he bought at the souvenir shop like the absolute tourist he is.

Thank you for sharing these, Rey! They are absolutely delightful! :3

[rockheadcd]

@electrivolt said: "Hey, love—" he's trying to be gentle waking him up, careful kisses as he's basically laying on top of him under many layers of blankets. It's a wonder he even managed to wake up before Roark in the first place, and it took its own amount of effort too, but— it's worth it to surprise his love, isn't it? Just a little impatiently waiting for him to wake up now. "Merry Christmas, love." And the gifts are carefully wrapped and stacked in a neat pile on the nightstand for Roark to notice, a sweater covered in silly dinos, a set of dinosaur shaped taco holder and a dinosaur waffle maker he couldn't just turn down the moment it crossed his search, now could he? Are half of those a bit of a joke gift? Absolutely, but he knows his love very well by now, he knows what Roark will laugh at and cherish. Besides, the handmade card sitting on top of the pile is very genuine, a few more words of affection and appreciation getting to share another day like this with him. He's a little in love, isn't he? ( a lot. it's a lot in love. ) "We can go down and get breakfast when you're ready." They do have something to try out now after all, right? / chrimmy goodies.

All that really comes out is disgruntled groaning, the mandatory days off kicking his poor, overworked body into rest mode—sure, that usually meant he was up at a normal hour of the morning versus before the sun was up, but in between that was the scheduled visit to see his father and all of the 'mons living on Iron Island as well, chow down on some good eats, and then enjoy a nice evening exchanging gifts and drinks in front of a toasty wood fire. He probably was recovering from that ( what can he say, egg nog was good! ) more than anything, but part two was upon him in the form of a pound of blankets, the love of his life, and a bunch of kisses to bring him back to the land of the living.

He offers Volkner a sleepy smile, returning any kiss that lands against his lips. "Hold on.." Roark envelopes him in a warm hug instead, yawning, squeezing him tighter, then finally letting go when he's done. Getting out of bed is hard, but he doesn't even notice that Volkner brought his presents to him until he has to find his glasses to really see anything up close, surprised and content all at once. "Ah, you didn't have to bring them up here, love—" he comments, even as he's moving to sit up and put everything in his lap, navigating around his love, perpetually cold during this time of the year.

One at a time, he opens them up, more and more excited as he turns over each one, even burying his face into the sweater and contemplating putting it on now. "Aha, I think we have to make pancakes for the morning now with this, I can't say no to dinosaur bites." When he finally reads the card, where Volkner often put his most eloquent thoughts down, he just can't help but smile warmly, carefully putting it aside to hug him again and give him another kiss. "Merry Christmas—I love you so much!" Man, if he didn't have some presents under the tree, getting out of bed would have been impossible today.

"Alright, alright. I'm kinda hungry, so I guess we can make some breakfast. You also have your gifts to open up, too. They're under the tree and all."

As for those? Well, he knew Volkner to be one to try to not stand out, but he couldn't help when he found another feline-themed hoodie to keep him warm, little ears on the hood and all. The next, a simple thermos—the purpose isn't clear at first until he looks at it as if it's a blank canvas. Something to decorate, and something to keep his hot chocolate warm in this snowy, freezing season. Another is a pack of markers on the more expensive side in their purpose, Roark having done some research into his gifts, apparently. He can't really help it though, he tries to find things practical! And finally, as if Volkner needed another thing to sleep with, a heated blanket in blue that he'd certainly end up sharing with all of the Sunyshore 'mons, a nice, heavy wool to hold in all of that much-needed heat.

"C'mon, let's get out of bed—"

[purplesurveys]

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1. Who was the last person you forgave? How long did it take you to forgive them? I haven't had to forgive someone in a while; I don't get in much conflict anymore.

2. Is going mushroom hunting in the woods something that would interest you? No. Don't mushrooms like, run the risk of being super deadly? I don't have nearly enough knowledge about them to identify which ones would be safe to touch and such.

3. What is your favorite junk food? How about your favorite health food? Mozzarella sticks, arancini, pork isaw, French fries. Favorite health food...uhhhhh idk do salad wraps count? Haha they're my favorite thing to get these days! Saladstop has this Caesar wrap that I have probably at least once a week at this point.

4. Are you listening to anything right now? Do you normally listen to music while you take surveys? No, I prefer it to be quiet now. Sometimes I do but most of the time I find it really distracting and I end up taking like, double, triple the time I'd otherwise normally take doing surveys.

5. What were you doing the last time you hung out with a friend? It was well over a month ago but I saw my closest friends for a Christmas gift exchanging + dinner. We were supposed to head to a café after to continue talking, but while walking we saw this vapery(?) - idk what to call it, but it's a coffee shop that also sells vapes and allows you to do so inside - and went there instead and chatted it up with the owners since we were the only customers there.

Reena had to leave after an hour and the vapery was closing soon too, so Angela, Hans, and I went to Anj's house so we could TALK SOME MORE. Hahaha. We only see each other, like, quarterly now, so we're usually stuffed to the brim with stories when we have the time to see each other.

6. Is there anything about you that might cause others to dislike you? I tend to choose who I want to talk to, so those I might not approach may find me aloof and uninterested. It's because I am tbh, lol.

7. Is there anything you’re really particular or specific about, anything that has to be done a certain way every time? I'm very particular at work. I like things presented or explained a certain way; and I have the tendency to either overhaul a Powerpoint if I think it's lacking in how it's been made, or chime in for someone if I think they explain something in a way that I think is poorly.

8. Are there any chores you need to get done today? Just get rid of the mug and glass that's been sitting in my room and wash them.

9. Where was the last place you went shopping and what did you buy? I went to Landmark to buy a pastel gown + heels for the 18th birthday party of a family friend that I'm going to later this evening.

10. What was the last big change you made to your physical appearance? Dyeing my hair back to purple a couple of months ago.

11. Are you more likely to shut people out of your life or try to fix things no matter what? I will cut people off.

12. Where was the last place you went out to eat? Is going out something you enjoy or would you rather cook at home? To Red Keep last weekend just for some little me time. I had a spamsilog and a white mocha, which I had while filling in my journal and reading my book.

I like eating out because I can't cook, but I limit it because doing that everyday for every meal is super unsustainable. Plus with me resigning and not having an immediate job replacement, I'm gonna be a bit of a hardass on myself not to spend much until I can find a new source of income.

13. If you have any pets, do they seem to notice when you’re sick or sad? Not really, but it's okay with me. Kimi though is a different story; he liked keeping to himself but he would walk towards me if he can sense that I'm stressed or close to tears.

15. Is anything you’ve done lately going to matter in a year?  Yeah, absolutely.

16. What was the subject of your last phone call? It was a guy dropping off something at the office and needing to be guided STEP BY FUCKING STEP to get there. I don't have problems helping out people with directions, but I've also just never dealt with someone who needed to be told every turn, every stop, every move... and especially over the phone where I wouldn't be able to see where he was standing haha.

17. Are your hobbies something you’d rather do alone or with others? On my own. I don't like going to museums with someone else just cos it makes me super self conscious? Like I can stay 3-4 hours in one museum alone and I'm also not a big talker when I'm immersed, so I might just end up boring a companion to death.

18. Is there anything about yourself that you’re trying to improve? Trying to be gentler towards my teammates as I know everyone is overwhelmed and tired as it is.

19. What are you doing today? I went to the dentist and had a horrible experience because they were 1 hour late to our appointment; got a big order of flavored fries and corndogs to cheer myself up after the grueling wait; took a nap; and now I'm just killing time before I'd need to get up and prep for the debut I'm attending tonight.

20. What did you dream about last night? I can't remember. But in my nap an hour ago I dreamt that we went to Japan, but it was an overnight stay LOL so I spent more time at the airport than I did in the country.

21. When was the last time you visited relatives? Do you see extended family often? It was during the whole Christmas/New Year timeline when we drove out to see different sides of extended family. I'd say these things happen pretty much only during the holidays, but occasionally in the middle of the year when things end up being planned we'd also visit family then.

22. What was the last relaxing thing you did? Last weekend was a major Chef's Kiss weekend. I'm amazed at how peaceful it felt and the calming effect it had on me. Saturday I went to Red Keep where I dined al fresco, wrote in my journal, and read my book until the sun set and I couldn't read anymore. Sunday I spent the afternoon in UP where I sat under a tree and alternated between people-watching and finishing my book as the afternoon rolled on.

23. Will this weekend be better than last weekend? Nothing will top the past weekend, I'm afraid.

24. When was the last time you were there for a friend? Just the last couple of weeks. Angela's morale has been down what with the pressure of studying for the architecture boards, and I've been there to listen but also give advice if she needs it.

25. Do you have any jewelry you almost never take off? At one point it was the necklace Reena gave me, but it started to itch so I've removed it for now.

26. What are some of your favorite words? Poignant, eloquent, vivacious...and indicted and viscount just because I'm fascinated with how they're both pronounced nothing like they're spelled lol.

27. Do you have any journals from when you were younger? If so, do you ever go back and read them? No I think I got rid of them years ago because they were all pretty embarrassing to me and it's not really something I'd want to keep.

28. Are there any holidays you used to celebrate, but no longer do? I no longer observe Christmas for the Christian reason. I'm just here for the food.

29. What was the last occasion for which you dressed up? A family friend's daughter's 18th birthday party, from which I just came home actually.

30. Is there anything you wish you could say to anyone? I wish you could trust me more because today was very telling of how much you don't, and that kind of stung.

[kleiner-ghost]

Today's polyam shipping (@polyamships) day theme is calendar.

I haven't written today yet, so here's a quick drabble about my favourite trio. They're trying to have a Christmas dinner.

TW: guns

The trio gathered on the roof of the UNATCO base. They hadn't really set a time, but JC had finished her debrief, and Alex saw her walk out, and Paul info-linked Jock, and now here they were.

The weather was as warm as it usually got in December. Jock had lost his leather jacket, and Alex was periodically tugging on the collar of his jumper. He would have taken the thing off, had it not stored the batteries for his remote hacking keyboard.

JC was the only one unbothered by the heat. Her nano augments were to thank for that.

"So, how do you wanna do this?" Jock asked, just as he finished setting up the picnic blanket.

"How should I know? I'm an orphan." JC replied.

She hadn't moved from spot where Jock had thrown down his jacket, which she was now using as a pillow.

"You bring that up a lot," Alex complained.

JC shrugged.

"Right, well I have spiced pudding, potatoes, and soy stuffing," Jock continued.

"And I have turkey,"

JC rose her pistol to the sky, and fired. Seconds later, a thin seagul - or perhaps a large white pigeon - landed on the picnic blanket.

Jock smirked, and Alex cringed, before noting:

"I don't think either of you know how Christmas works."

"Well, duuh." JC rolled over on the jacket so as to face the duo.

"You're the only Catholic here," Jock continued, "Should we pray to Jesus, or can we just eat?"

"Wait." JC jolted up, suddenly remebreing something, "Aren't there special trees named after Christmas?"

"Christmas trees are just regular pine trees."

"They only grow in the northmost parts of Canada. They're similar to those you have on the West Coast, but, fun fact, the leaf shape differs -"

"Yeah, yeah." JC cut Alex off.

"Back when your brother was still in the academy, we used to exchange gifts as well." Jock continued. "That's where that blue wobly figurine on my dashboard is from."

"My parents used to do that too." Alex said, with a small smile on the corner of his lips. It wasn't often he felt nostalgic when talking about his parents. "Did you stop when Paul graduated?" Noticing the look JC and Jock were giving him, he quickly returned the conversation on topic.

"No." Jock shook his head. "One year qe got each other an identical set of socks, and that was when realised this was stupid and we should stop."

"Oh yeah, the red ones with the little fish on them!" JC exclaimed. "Heh. Paul actually loves them. I think he bought an identical pair last year. Maybe we should pick up that tradition again..."

They sat in silence for a short while, thinking the idea over. There wasn't really anything any of them wanted or needed that they couldn't get themselves or ask for.

Alex gave Jock a 'some traditions are best lost' look, before asking:

"So, who wants a portion of cold potatoes?"

"Sure."

"I'll have some."

"Okay. Just move the dead bird somewhere else."

"Oi! I'm still having that!" JC protested.

Jock, who'd already gotten ready to throw the thing off the roof, gave JC a reprimanding look.

"What?" She asked. "My stomach is augmented."

[hongcherry]

a white christmas || pjm (m)

"The present your Secret Santa got you isn't very safe for work."

🎄 Pairing: CEO!Jimin x Secretary!Reader(f)

🎄 Rating/Genres: M(18+); Smut, light fluff, ceo au, office romance au

🎄 Word Count: 5.4k

🎄 Warnings: Use of a sex toy in public, dirty talk, exhibitionism, unprotected sex (it's fictional so be safe irl plz <3), multiple orgasms, cum swallowing, soft dom jm, one spank heh, brief thumb sucking lol, ceo jm being sexy as hell im js, rip oc clothes

🎄 Project: Part of the 12 Days of BTS event

Prompt: A kinky Secret Santa gift exchange + Aftercare

🎄 Beta: @kookthief + @jimilter // You guys are amazing D:< Thank you so much for beta’ing this. I appreciate the effort you both took in helping me. I'm sending you both big virtual hugs!

🎄 Author’s Note: This is a lot longer than I planned D: I just got too carried away haha.

12 Days of BTS masterpost | main masterlist

The steps to your cubicle were bouncier than usual. Today was the day you’d discover who your Secret Santa was. You were excited to see who it was and what they had gifted you. You had always been a Christmas girl. You loved the holiday cheer and the pretty lights around the city. It made you feel warm and fuzzy despite the chilly winter weather.

Two weeks ago, the company had decided to host a Secret Santa gift exchange. The event had not been active in the past few years, but management decided it would be a great way to lift everyone’s holiday spirits. It wasn’t just limited to each department; meaning, you could be gifting a present to anyone in the building. Thankfully, you had received your giftee’s wish list so even if you didn’t know the person, you could still get them something they would like.

Being the secretary of the CEO had its perks. Park Jimin, albeit young to be a CEO, had been successful ever since he obtained the title four years ago. The former CEO and founder, Kim Namjoon, had gladly bestowed the role upon Jimin after seeing his work and leadership skills for years. You had been Namjoon’s secretary and were thankful Jimin kept you in the same position when he climbed the corporate ladder. Apparently, Namjoon had complimented your work ethic to Jimin and had insisted he keep you. You were sad to see Namjoon step down but happy he was finally living his dream—to travel across countries.

You were giddy even before sitting down. An email had been sent out yesterday that everyone would be getting their gift today, however, it didn’t entail exactly when you’d be getting it. The anticipation was eating you up and you’d only been here for twenty minutes. You weren’t sure how you were going to focus on your work today. You checked Jimin’s schedule, pleased to see he had a busy day today which meant you didn’t have to worry about him assigning you a new task.

As you expected, you barely did anything. The minutes must have been passing every 100 seconds rather than every 60. The day was going by at an agonizing pace. By the time it was nearing the end of your shift, you started to wonder if the company had forgotten about the gift exchange.

You absentmindedly scrolled through your list of unread emails, guilt nipping at your emotions when you realized you didn’t do any work today. Sighing, you clicked on an email that stated it was highly important. However, the faint sound of bells jingling had your slouched body straightened and your ears perked up.

“Ho, ho, ho,” a deep voice bellowed. People in the cubicle around you stood up, overlooking the short walls to see who had arrived.

Walking into the area was Santa Claus. A much skinnier Santa, but Santa nonetheless. The man had on a fake beard with a lopsided Santa hat. His sleigh was made up of a 2-tier cart that was decorated in tinsel and bells. You were pretty sure you saw a similar cart in the storage room the other day.

“We hope you’ve all been good because those on the naughty list won’t be getting anything,” Santa announced. Four other people dressed in elf costumes came from behind Santa and began grabbing presents from the cart.

Although the act was corny, it still had your lips quirking up. It was cute and they were really trying. You had to give them some props.

You sat anxiously as you watched your coworkers being given gifts of various shapes and sizes. After three more were distributed, Santa waltzed over to you with one in hand. He briefly checked the top of the gift before presenting it to you.

“Ms. Yn,” he said with a smile.

“Thank you,” you replied as you took the gift from him.

Two more gifts were delivered before Santa and his elves began to depart.

“Happy holidays, everyone! Stay safe! See you next year!” Santa waved goodbye before hopping on his modern-day reindeer—also known as an elevator—to continue his journey.

The present you were handed was simple. The medium-sized box was wrapped in penguin-themed wrapping paper, perfectly placed ribbon and bow over the wrapping. Tucked under one of the ribbons was a small notecard with your name in cursive. The eagerness buzzing in your body caused you to rip open the box. Maybe you were acting more ravenous than the average person opening a present, but the built-up anticipation was too much. You had enough time guessing what your Secret Santa had given you all day. Perhaps it was the fuzzy blanket on your list, or maybe the travel tripod? You were secretly wishing for the latter, but you would gladly accept either.

Both your guesses were wrong.

Laid inside the box was something pink and shaped funny. One end was bigger than the other and it curled almost in the shape of a “C.” There was also a small tube of something nestled in the side.

You squinted at it and leaned in closer to examine the pink object. You had an idea what it was, but surely that wasn’t it, so what was it?

Your eyes glided to the card laid in the box. It had your name written in cursive on one side and a message on the other.

I hope you put this to good use and meet me in forty-five.

W-what?

Your eyes grew at the realization that your initial guess was correct. Swiftly, you turned the small tube over to see what it was. Your heart began to hammer when you saw it was lube.

Your hands flew over the box, trying to hide the contents as you quickly glanced around. Even though no one could see you in your cubicle, you still felt exposed. It dawned on you then that you still didn’t know who your Secret Santa was. They were supposed to reveal themselves with the gift.

Did your Secret Santa really just give you a vibrator?

Thought it wasn’t any kind of vibrator. You recalled these kinds of vibrators could be used through Bluetooth and be controlled by someone from a distance away.

The thought astonished you and for a moment you forgot what the note had stated. How would you know where to meet them? You debated on if you wanted to follow through with the message. Was this person expecting you to use it now at work or at home tonight? Since they expected to meet you soon, you figured they meant now.

That made you nervous, yet excited. Were they planning to test it when you met them? Perhaps they wanted you ready so when you visited them, the vibrator was already set in place. The idea of you getting off in public had always made your heart race.

You were to meet this person soon and you already wasted ten minutes freaking out over the gift. With shaky hands, you grabbed and stuffed it in the bag you had brought with you before heading to the restroom. After hastily cleaning the object, you hurried into one of the stalls.

Just the thought of doing something so risky had already caused you to feel wet. You spent a few minutes circling your clit as you attempted to arouse yourself more so you were able to use the vibrator easier. Remembering the lube, you retrieved it from the bag.

You were able to slip the vibrator inside with ease. You bit your lower lip as you suppressed a moan at the feeling. Unsure how to turn it on, you began pressing the buttons on the top. Nothing happened.

You wondered if you needed to do anything else until vibrations emitted from between your legs. Your knees buckled at the abrupt feeling, a gasp leaving your mouth as you reached out to steady yourself.

The vibrations came to a halt not even ten seconds later. The sudden loss allowed you to catch your breath. You waited for the vibrations to begin again, but it didn’t. You frowned at that. You missed the feeling it gave you and you needily rubbed your legs together to try to get some friction.

At the sound of the bathroom door opening, you composed yourself in a hurry. You flushed the toilet to pretend you had used it before washing your hands and leaving the restroom. You clutched onto your bag as you made your way back to your cubicle. You forced yourself to calm your breathing. Just as you entered your cubicle, the vibrations started again.

You couldn’t stop the cry that fell from your lips as you stumbled into your chair, needing to sit down before you stumbled onto the floor. However, you almost fell out of your chair when you saw your cubicle neighbor peek their head over the short wall.

“Was that you?” the man, Jungkook, asked. “Are you okay?”

You could feel the back of your neck beginning to sweat at the thought of being caught. You instantly pressed your knees together as you tucked yourself under your desk. You were hoping your actions were subtle, but you doubted it. Jungkook eyed you skeptically, slight worry still dancing in his dark eyes.

The vibrations unexpectedly increased in their tempo. Your legs squeezed tighter together and your eyes widened, glancing anywhere but Jungkook’s face.

“I-I’m fine. Lightheaded,” you stuttered, not caring that your sentence was choppy. You just hoped he would understand and leave you alone.

“Okay,” he said slowly. His eyes narrowed at your body. Your chest was rising and falling faster as the seconds passed. “Do you want some water?”

You were about to tell him to ignore you when the vibrations rolled to a stop. You didn’t realize how tightly you were gripping your desk until your body relaxed from the ministrations.

“Got some ready, but thank you,” you replied with a shaky breath while you pointed to your water bottle. Jungkook’s gaze flickered to the object before nodding.

“Just let me know if you need anything,” he responded and hesitantly retreated into his cubicle.

“Thank y—ou—” You began to say, the last part of your sentence raising an octave when you felt your legs tremble.

You caught another worried look from Jungkook before he completely disappeared from your view. Oh fuck.

You glanced down at your lap; you tried your hardest not to squirm so much in your seat, but it was difficult. The vibrations were changing in speed and rhythm. If you stayed here, Jungkook or someone else was going to catch you. You were doing a horrible job at staying quiet.

You thought about going back to the bathroom, but you weren’t sure if you could walk with the vibrations. Your body felt weak and you were nearing the edge. It had been building and you were sure you were going to come at your desk if you didn’t make it to the bathroom. As if the device read your mind, the vibrations became more bearable—a simple humming rather than intense vibrations.

As you were gathering your strength to make a beeline to the restroom, your phone rang on your desk. The noise startled you and you hastily picked up the receiver.

“H-hello?” you greeted meekly; your breath uneven.

“Hi, Yn,” a familiar voice sounded from the other end. It was Jimin. You could’ve sworn you heard a hint of a smile from his tone, but you didn’t know the reason for it.

“Can I help you, Mr. Park?” you questioned, hoping he would hurry with his call. You had more pressing matters at hand at the moment. It was then you recalled you were supposed to meet your Secret Santa any minute. Where though? You still didn’t know.

“Actually, you can. Please come to my office. I need to discuss something with you,” he replied, voice light yet commanding. He was your boss and you had no excuse as to why you couldn’t meet him. You were just wishing it would be quick and he wouldn’t ask you what you did today.

The vibrations had come to a stop, causing you to let out a small sigh in relief. You didn’t want to explain why it smelt like sex if you had an orgasm in your seat. The simple thought had your face flushing.

“Be there soon,” you said before hanging up the call.

The walk to Jimin’s office wasn’t too long, but it definitely was a struggle with your wobbly legs. Perhaps he just wanted to discuss the agenda for after the holidays. You hadn’t seen him all day, so you were sure he had a list of tasks for you to complete.

Jimin greeted you with a smile and gestured for you to come in. He was dressed in slacks and a white button-up, tie loosened around his neck. His beauty was even better in person. It always amazed you that he was real. Someone with that face was not some CGI-created person. No, Park Jimin was real.

His office was big, but not massive, with wall-high windows overlooking the city. You had been in his office multiple times, but rarely at night. You hadn’t had the chance to see the view with the holiday lights. The lights in his office were dimmed, making the decorations easily viewable.

The sun had set, leaving the outside to be lit by the Christmas lights hanging around the area. It was beautiful and you found yourself walking closer to the window as if bewitched by the sight. The feeling between your legs was still present but subsided as the minutes passed.

“What do you like the most?” Jimin asked behind you, startling you from your daze.

You glanced behind you, confused. From your expression, he explained his question.

“What catches your attention when you look out there? For me, it’s the people. Seeing so many faces I don’t know makes me realize there’s so much out there I haven’t discovered yet. I may never discover it all,” he said, though his eyes never left yours. Maybe he was so used to seeing it, he didn’t need to look to be reminded.

His answer was melancholic. He sounded lonely, which was odd since he was always around other people. Though, you could still be in a crowd of people and still feel lost.

You peered back to look out the window.

“The lights. A lame answer,” you laughed awkwardly. “I think it’s cool to see how they enhance the city. You don’t even need the street lights this time of year. The other lights will light the way.”

Jimin hummed and you suddenly felt his presence closer.

“I don’t think it’s lame. I like the lights, too,” he said. You lifted your gaze to see his reflection in the window. He appeared at ease, yet tired. You were sure the constant meetings had drained his energy today.

The silence that loomed over the both of you had a thought pop in your head. Was it a coincidence he called you right when you were supposed to meet your Secret Santa? No, that couldn’t be possible. But you recalled how anyone could participate and that it was an event across departments. Your heart pounded at the idea of him being the cause of your shaky legs.

Despite this, you forced the question from your mouth.

“A-are you my Secret Santa?” you asked anxiously, still staring at his reflection rather than turning to face him—the real him. You weren’t sure if you could look him directly in the eyes right now.

Jimin gave you a soft, teasing smile as he retrieved something from his pocket. It looked like his phone, but you couldn’t really analyze it before you were sucking in a breath and reaching out to place a hand on the chilled window. Your legs trembled at the unexpected vibrations.

“Do you like your gift?” he questioned, thumb sliding against his phone. The vibrations lessened. They weren’t as powerful as before but you could still feel them.

“W-why did you get it for me?” you stuttered as you tried to focus on his words rather than what was between your legs.

“Because I like you,” he replied. The casual tone of his voice made you tilt your head in confusion.

“Would you have given whoever you picked this gift, too?” you questioned. The thought had occurred to you when he revealed himself. Perhaps he was just looking for a quick hookup, which wasn’t the problem. It was just that he was the CEO and you didn’t know what his real intentions were.

Jimin frowned at that and stopped the vibrations; the mood swiftly turned serious.

“No, I wouldn’t have,” he said. “I wouldn’t abuse my power like that. I got it for you because well,” he started and glanced away.

You watched in fascination as his cheeks became rosy. Was Park Jimin blushing?

“I thought you liked me too,” he finished. You thought about all the alone times you had with Jimin in the past. They started as formal, slowly transiting in exchanges more friendly. You had both given each other enough flirty comments that any third party would raise an eyebrow at. Even though you had denied your feelings for him—he was your boss after all!—you had always wondered how things would be if you weren’t his secretary. If you had been a random woman in the grocery store who had accidentally spilled her carton of milk on a handsome man in a suit.

“I-I do,” you confessed. Jimin’s lips twitched as he tried not to smile. “But I never thought you felt the same or would even act on it. I wasn’t expecting you to have been my Secret Santa—which I’m not complaining about because, wow, your gift feels really good, but I—oh gosh, I’m rambling.”

Jimin laughed at your run-on sentences and took a step forward, grabbing your hips in his warm hands.

“So, you do like your gift?” His eyes flickered down to your crotch which was covered by your skirt with a sly grin.

“Yes,” you answered quietly and swallowed harshly. Your body shifted in anticipation of what he was going to do.

“Would you like to test it out more?” he suggested, hands massaging your sides as he waited for your approval.

As soon as you nodded your head, he twirled you around and brought his lips upon yours. The kiss was quick and heated from the start. Neither of you wasted any time as you both slid your tongues against each other.

He pulled away, eyes shining in the dim-light room. He tugged you from the window to the couch in his office. When he nudged your legs open, you complied. Your feet rested on either side of you as you spread your legs. Jimin stared down at you with a wide grin. He sat down on a chair nearby and pulled out the device again. That was definitely his phone.

“Did you come yet, angel?” he questioned as he started the vibrations. It was just a subtle humming, but you knew that would only be the beginning.

“No. You called before I could,” you said, hands gripping the couch when he increased the speed.

“What a shame,” he murmured but he didn’t sound apologetic. Jimin watched with focused eyes as he slid his thumb multiple times. He had changed the tempo and the rhythm at which the vibrations occurred. They were faster and went at a steady beat.

Your legs trembled at the feeling and your toes curled at the stimulation.

“Let me see you,” Jimin said as he relaxed back into his chair, one leg resting over the other. He looked so laid-back that you could feel your body burning. There was just something about how he was watching you squirm in front of him, knowing he was the cause of your wobbling legs.

You hooked your fingers under your panties and slid them off before resuming your position. Jimin hummed in approval, a small smirk donning his plump lips at being able to see you bare. The hungry look in his eyes had you whining. Your hands came up and gripped your breasts.

The vibrations became more sporadic and the speed accelerated. Your earlier denied orgasm returned, approaching fast. You threw your head back as you squeezed your breasts, massaging them harshly as you rocked your hips in the air.

“Jimin,” you whined. You wanted to feel his lips against your cunt. You wanted to feel his tongue glide between your wet folds. You wanted to hear his sinful moans as you pulled on his hair. Though none of those things occurred. He simply sat in his chair as he watched you intently.

“I know,” he murmured and changed the settings. It had you jerking in your seat, closing your legs at the pressure building in your stomach. “I want you to come first then you can have me.”

You didn’t realize Jimin had stood up until you felt a set of hands prying your legs open. One of his hands rested on your cheek, rubbing your cheek fondly. The tenderness contrasting with the vibrations had your heart twisting.

Jimin leaned down, pressing his lips against yours briefly before pulling away. The whimper from your lips made him smile.

“You can do it, baby. Come for me. Don’t you want me?” he coaxed, rubbing the pad of his thumb against your pouting lips.

Your lips parted and Jimin slid his thumb in your mouth. You nodded and hummed against his digit, sucking on it as you felt the knot in your stomach begin to unravel.

Jimin licked his lower lip at the sight of your writhing body beneath him. You came, moaning against his thumb. Your legs quivered at the impact it had on your body. He retracted his thumb from your lips and peered down between your legs.

“Good job,” he cooed and gave one of your thighs a brief message.

He reached down and slowly pulled out the vibrator, causing you to gasp and cry at the empty sensation. He set the device next to you before pulling your body up into his. The sudden movement came as a surprise and you gripped his shirt tightly. He guided you back to the window and turned you to face the glass panels.

The lights were still vibrant as ever and people were scattered along the sidewalk like before. Cars passed as they sped to their destinations. No one was looking up at you, but even if they did, they wouldn’t be able to spot you easily since Jimin’s office lights weren’t fully on.

“Gonna have to do that again, yeah? Maybe at the next staff meeting,” he chuckled darkly. “What do you say?”

“Yes,” you said a little too quickly.

Jimin laughed at your eagerness and trailed his hands up your buttoned shirt. Before you could protest, Jimin gripped it and ripped it open along the middle. The act had the buttons flying off somewhere in the room. Your hands immediately grabbed his wrists to stop him from ruining it more.

“You did not—”

“I’ll buy you another one,” he reassured.

He gave you a teasing weak before pulling down your bra to expose your breasts. You tightened your hold on his wrists, but he ignored it.

“You’re beautiful,” he said and pressed a tender kiss to your cheek.

“You’re lucky I like you,” you huffed. Jimin smiled against your cheek and gave your breasts a gentle squeeze.

“I like you, too,” he replied before pressing you against the glass.

You inhaled a sharp breath when the cooled glass met your body. Despite the coldness, it felt nice against your warm skin. Your hands rested against the window as your breasts were squished against the glass.

You heard Jimin shuffling behind you. You pulled your skirt up to expose your pussy to him again. You wiggled your ass playfully, becoming impatient as the seconds passed.

Jimin chuckled at you, slapped your ass, then rubbed the tip of his cock against your already-wet folds. The sensation had you halting your movements; your heart racing. Jimin leaned forward to press another kiss to the back of your head before slowly pushing inside.

You both moaned in unison at the feeling. He was thicker than what you had experienced before. You gasped at the stretch but didn’t stop him. The pain soon melted away into pure pleasure.

After he bottomed out, Jimin waited a few seconds for you to adjust, hands rubbing your hips. When you started squirming, he began to thrust into you. Since your palms were pressed against the window, you had nothing to hold onto. Your body kept sliding up with each snap of Jimin’s hips. It felt so good to have him sliding against your walls.

“Are you wishing someone was looking at us?” Jimin whispered in your ear. He flattened his body against yours, keeping you firmly against the window as he stilled his movements.

You peered down below you. You hated how you felt a hint of disappointment when you saw no one had noticed you.

Jimin watched your face closely, a smirk forming on his lips when he saw your expression.

“Thought so,” he murmured and picked up where he left off.

His thrusts were filled with determination, spurred by your moans and whines as he fucked into you. His grip on your hips was tight but you didn’t mind.

“I wish someone was looking at you, too, though,” he confessed. “Want everyone to know how good you’re being fucked.”

“By you,” you added and started to move your hips to meet him halfway. “You’re fucking me so good.”

“That’s right, angel.” Jimin groaned at the way you moved your body, eyes shifting down to see how he disappeared between your folds.

“I’m close,” you whimpered. Your walls clenched around his cock and your legs began to buckle. Jimin gripped you tighter to make sure you didn’t fall.

“Me too,” Jimin said through gritted teeth. “Let go. I’ve got you.”

The softness of his words had you wishing you could kiss him, but the position he had pinned you in didn’t allow that. Instead, you nodded. You watched as people continued to drive or walk past. Although you couldn’t see anyone looking at you, you imagined someone was. The thought had you tumbling over the edge for the second time. Jimin’s name fell from your lips endlessly, legs giving out on you and you started to fall. However, Jimin’s hold on you was secure and you barely moved an inch downward.

It wasn’t long before you started to feel overstimulated. You mewled and wiggled in his grasp as he continued to slide in and out of your pussy. Just as you were about to nudge him away, Jimin pulled out and turned you around. He pushed you onto your knees; you were quick to get the hint and kneeled with your mouth open and tongue out.

“Fuck,” Jimin cursed at the sight and pumped his cock rapidly. You brought your hands to your chest and pushed your breasts up to make the sight more arousing for him. It seemed to work as Jimin came with a guttural moan, hot spurts of cum landing on your face and breasts.

You darted your tongue across your lips and hummed as you tasted him. Jimin’s breathing was harsh as he stared down at you, thinking how he got so lucky. He reached down and helped you stand up. He swiped a finger against your cheek, collecting some of his cum before bringing it to your lips.

You smiled as you wrapped your lips around his finger, licking it clean.

“Is this what people mean by white Christmas?” Jimin joked as he observed your state.

“No!” you shrieked and hit his chest playfully. Jimin laughed loudly and swatted your hand away.

“Well, they should. I kinda like this view better than the original,” he said. He walked to one of his cabinets in his office and pulled out a package of wipes. He pulled some out and started to clean off the mess he made on you.

You rolled your eyes at his comment and took one of the wipes to help. “You’re disgusting.”

“So, you don’t want me to give you a white Christmas next year?” he wondered.

The idea of spending the next holidays with him had the butterflies in your stomach go wild, however, you pushed those thoughts for later. Jimin took all the soiled wipes and tossed them in his trash bin.

“You’re not calling coming on my face as giving me a ‘white Christmas’!” you tsked, walking to the couch you sat on earlier. You eyed the pink device that was still one of the cushions. Jimin picked it up and stored it in one of his desk drawers, telling you he’d clean and return it to you later.

He came back to you grinning; he pressed a fleeting kiss to your lips. “Fine,” he relented. “Wait here, I have something to give you.”

“What?” You questioned and started fixing your clothes. Jimin ignored your question and took out two gift bags from another cabinet. Your gaze was down while he did so as you began to button your shirt only to realize some of your buttons were missing.

You were about to complain when you glanced up and saw the two bags in his hands.

“I thought Santa’s shift was over,” you teased as he sat next to you. Jimin smiled and shook his head.

“I guess these got left behind. Here,” he said and moved them near you. “They’re both yours.”

You hesitated as you took one from his hands. “But I didn’t get you anything.”

“Was I your Secret Santa?”

“No.”

“Exactly. You don’t owe me anything.”

You pouted at his response. “You already gave me a gift.”

“Count that as the appetizer. Now, I present to you your main course and dessert,” he said and gestured to the two bags.

“You call that,” you gestured to his desk that contained the vibrator, “an appetizer?”

“Just open the gifts, you brat,” he huffed playfully and nudged the gifts closer.

“Yeah, alright,” you dismissed and pulled off the tissue paper.

Inside the bag was a grey, soft blanket. The same one that was on your wish list. The other gift was a travel tripod. Your eyes were sparkling with excitement and happiness. It warmed Jimin’s heart and he watched you fondly as you spread the blanket open and covered you both.

“You really didn’t have to,” you said as you tinkered with the travel tripod. Jimin pulled your body closer, angling your legs so they rested across his lap.

“I wanted to get you something that was actually on your list, though,” he said, a faint blush creeping on his cheeks again.

You giggled and looked at him.

“I would’ve been perfectly happy with what you got me; especially because it came from you.”

Sue you, the line was cheesy. But it was worth it to see Jimin’s cheek redden. He cleared his throat and decided to change subjects.

“So, uh, you like me?” he asked nervously.

“Yes.” You nodded. “And you like me.”

The exchange was humorous and reminded you of kids finding out their feelings for their crush was reciprocal.

“Would you like to go on a date with me, then?”

You didn’t know how the same man who was so assertive in meetings could be the same cuddly, shy one next to you.

“Usually, people ask me on a date before they fuck me.”

“Well, I’m not like everyone else,” he countered and gave your legs a squeeze.

“I have to agree on that,” you said and brought his face closer to yours. “You’re the best.”

Jimin smiled as you pressed your lips against his. Without breaking the kiss, he shifted you to straddle his lap and moved the blanket over your shoulders.

What started as an innocent Secret Santa gift exchange turned into something better. After all, a date with Jimin was the best present you could have gotten this year. The Bluetooth vibrator was a close runner-up. You were positive this wouldn’t be the last time you used that gift. You weren’t sure if it would be in public again or at home. Regardless, as long as you used it with Jimin, you didn’t care.

Thank you, Ellie and Ash, for encouraging me to go with this fic title hehehehehhe

[moonctzeny]

get to you again

pairing: friends to lovers! hendery x fem!reader 

genre: smut, just a tiny teeny bit angsty I guess but with a happy ending, fluff

word count: 3k

warnings: raw sex, creampie, a little corruption kink?

summary:  “You wanted to lurch forward at him, tackle him onto the dusty road, and thank him by kissing every inch of his face. Hold him under the stars until you were covered with his smell, and the necklace wouldn’t be needed anymore; you could cling onto that memory instead. The urge was so strong that it made your heart physically hurt, knowing that you fell for the one person you shouldn’t have. But the heart wants what it wants, right?”

inspiration: get to you again - mac ayres

tagging the lovely: @markresonates

It had been too long since you last saw Hendery.

You two had met so unexpectedly, both trapped in a small coffee shop a couple years ago, drenched to the bone and trying to find cover from the sudden rainfall.

“I was going to ask you if you were willing to share your umbrella, but I’m guessing you forgot it on the wrong day like me”, he joked, so you decided to share a table instead. After the fourth time he had you clench your stomach in laughter, out of the sheer willingness to make a stranger like you cheer up, you decided to exchange phone numbers, thus starting what would become a beautiful friendship.

It wasn’t easy being an idol. Two promotions in Korea, then a reality show in China, then another comeback. You counted the days, one by one until he’d get to you again. Until you’d finally re-watch his favorite movie with him for the millionth time, just to get to watch him laugh over the same stupid lines.

You weren’t sure when you realized you had fallen for him. Maybe it was last winter, almost exactly a year ago when he handed you your Christmas present. He had driven you on a hill on the outskirts of Seoul, the only place he knew with some privacy from prying eyes, and the breathtaking view of the tiny city lights made the freezing cold worth it. You were both sitting against the hood of his car, admiring the big city that seemed to unravel at your feet when you opened the small velvet box.

It revealed a silver necklace of two wings hanging from a dainty chain, with his initials carved on the back of the charm. As you stared at it long enough to make sure you weren’t making things up, you couldn’t decide which one was more beautiful- the pendant or the stars in Hendery’s eyes as he waited for your reaction.

“It’s symbolic”, he started explaining, a little embarrassed with how much effort he had put into the gift, “I know I’m not around a lot to take care of you, but just know that I’m always there if you need me. Like your guardian angel”.

He sounded so wholesome while saying it, long bangs covering his eyes that bashfully avoided yours. You wanted to lurch forward at him, tackle him onto the dusty road, and thank him by kissing every inch of his face. Hold him under the stars until you were covered with his smell, and the necklace wouldn’t be needed anymore; you could cling onto that memory instead. The urge was so strong that it made your heart physically hurt, knowing that you fell for the one person you shouldn’t have. But the heart wants what it wants, right?

Tonight, it was beating as fast as the rhythm of the blinking Christmas lights decorating your living room. How could it not, with Hendery sitting only a few inches away, sharing a blanket with you? He was a few minutes late due to a last-minute photoshoot, but he arrived at your door bare faced and dressed in his favourite flannel shirt. He was just how you liked him, raw and soft and beautiful.

Unlike what you had predicted, he suggested checking out a new romantic comedy on Netflix. It was one of those that come out every Christmas season, all with the same low budget and cheesy acting that ended with some festive spirit that magically solves every plot hole. Two childhood friends, falling in love with each other, yet the girl thinks that the guy is way out of her league so she does nothing about it. The pure irony convinced you that the universe must be surely playing some sick joke on you, forcing you to look at a Hollywood version of yourself getting a happy ending for the next two hours.

“I don’t understand”, Hendery huffs in frustration, midway into the film by now, “why doesn’t the girl just tell him she likes him? What guy doesn’t want to hear that?”

“Maybe she’s scared of the rejection, or ruining everything-“ you start defending the character with a raised voice, realizing that maybe you’re invested in the movie a little too much, “sometimes there is this line between two people, and it’s comfortable to stay behind it because you don’t want to lose them in case something goes wrong”. You draw an invisible line with your index finger between your bodies, and Hendery focuses his stare on it as if it was real. He looks lost in his thoughts, still frozen in place before shaking his head and murmuring: “I guess you’re right”.

Your comment, his response, the sex scene playing on the screen. It all made you so painfully alert with his presence that your whole body tensed up and your mouth dried up like it was filled with cotton. You both chuckle in the midst of all the steaminess, as the actor fails to drag his former best friend at the edge of the bed by tagging on her ankle.

“What a loser”, Hendery scoffs mockingly at the character’s mistake, and you turn around to give him a side eyed glare.

“Relax, muscle man. Like you would do it better”

He mocks offense by opening his mouth dramatically, and you giggle at the distortion of his face that still somehow managed to look pretty. It was so cute, how he always wanted to look ‘strong’ in the eyes of others, reliable and macho. You didn’t care about any of that, you thought his resolutions were stupid. He was perfect in your eyes.

“Of course I would! I’m strong, look-“

The disaster played out in front of you like a filmstrip. His hands on your ankle, then his own ankle tripping over the blanket on the floor, and finally the feeling of his chest weighing down over your own. With him pressed so close against you, you were sure he must feel the way your heart is thumping, filled with so many emotions that it’s ready to jump out of your body.

The room was cold, but with Hendery’s sudden body heat coating you, you felt like you were on fire. The fleeting thought of you taking off your clothes, to relieve yourself of the suffocating feeling made your cheeks burn even more. Hendery’s neck was exposed just inches in front of you in it’s full glory, and you thought about where those veins on the side of it, visible through his pale skin, ended. You’d gladly kiss along the path they drew, let your teeth leave little violet blossoms on the way, while you’d make mental notes of what kisses made him react the loudest.

It’s his bangs tickling your temples that made you realize that he is still on top of you. You look up into his eyes, expecting a frantic look, maybe a string of apologies leaving his mouth. He was strangely serene, staring at your own lips instead, and for a second you thought he’d finally mercy you and give you what you daydream about every time he comes around. You’d kill for the sight of him with puffy red lips and blown out pupils, messy just for you. You’d kill for the feeling of his tongue against your own.

When he plants a kiss on your right cheek, right over the corner of your mouth, you think it tastes bittersweet. You were still high on the intimacy when he finally apologizes and rips his body away from yours, your crash back down to reality brutal. The movie was still playing on a high volume, yet all you heard was a deafening silence after his trip. You don’t object when he tells you he has to go before you get to see what happens to the couple behind the screen. They were eating you away, all the things you wanted to say to him as you sent him off, so much more than just a ‘drive safe, text me when you get home’.

Those thirty minutes after you close your front door felt like a lifetime. You replayed the accident over and over again in your head, the skin burning where he kissed you. The thoughts of calling him, telling him to turn around and finish what he started, were so loud that you felt like a crazy person.

You certainly thought you went insane when you heard a knock against your door. Peeking through the peephole, you’re surprised to see that, as if you’d unlocked the secret of manifestation, Hendery was standing once again in your hallway.

“Guanheng? Did you forget anything?”

He looked restless and fidgety as he walked back inside your apartment, like he couldn’t wait to let out whatever was on the tip of his tongue. His shoulders were coated in a light layer of snow that had managed to flush his face, and dampen his hair and eyelashes as well.

“No- well- yes, I-“. He stopped himself mid sentence and sighed, and you let him collect his thoughts. He looked serious, the expression foreign on his usually bright features, yet the way he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration made butterflies fly in your stomach. “What did you say about that line between two friends again? When we were watching the movie?”

You blinked back at him in confusion, waiting for him to tell you that he’s joking, he just forgot his charger, and he’ll see you again when his company allows him to. But he doesn’t, so you start to roll the pendant he gifted you between your thumb and index, trying to calm yourself down.

“It keeps two people that are meant to be together apart, but there is too much at stake to cross it”.

You start drawing that invisible line again, the one that separates the miserable comfort of denying your feelings for him and everything you wish you were brave enough to pursue.

He would be brave for the both of you.

Hendery grabs your lifted hand, bringing it on the side of his neck before he crashes his lips against yours. You don’t hesitate in kissing him back, hungry for his lips that taste as sweet as you imagined them to. He hasn’t realized how impossibly close to his body he has brought you, not until his embrace gets so tight that your necklace pokes uncomfortably against his chest.

You suck on his bottom lip and he welcomes you with his tongue, the kiss getting so heated now that you can’t help but tug on his hair to keep you grounded. Shivering from your action, his hands are now sliding from your hips to your waist, following the curves of your body until he reaches the underside of your breasts. You mewl against his lips as his thumbs dig into their softness, discreetly trying to cop a feel through your cotton shirt.

A moan leaves your mouth, lewd and desperate as he swallows it with a kiss, and he rips himself off of you when it seems to reach his stomach. He looks disheveled, as if he woke up from an intense, lucid dream; panting, sweating, staring at you with those big puppy eyes.

“We- we shouldn’t. We are going too fast, right?” You nod in agreement at his question but you’re not really listening. You had your fingertips placed on his moving lips, and he identifies the metallic smell as the remnants of you fidgeting with your jewelry earlier. “I should take you to dinner first, to that one place you like so much”. Losing interest in what he is saying, the words being too distant and grey when he stood so deliciously in front of you, you mindlessly start to unbutton his shirt, fascinated with that mole over his collarbone and wanting to see more.

The fire your fingers spread against his skin, in the midst of the chilliness of your living room has him groaning under his breath, with a voice as low and sexy as in his good morning calls. You can practically see him throw all his inhibitions out the window when he kisses you again, pushing you with his body until your back finds the nearest wall. Hendery’s hands are far from gentle now, leaving bruises behind all the soft spots he kneads with his fingers.

“I want you”, you confess with a whisper as you rid him off his flannel for good, and you can’t stop yourself from tracing all the lines of his toned abdomen. You can feel his heart thumping loudly in his chest, its fast rhythm matching yours. You grab his hand to lead him to the carpet next to the Christmas tree that is blinking along with the lights that adorn it- you’re too impatient in your arousal to take him to your bedroom and he doesn’t protest.

Hendery lays you on your back, finding his place between your legs as you wrap them around his waist to bring him closer. You remove your hoodie and the sports bra you had on, his lips immediately latching onto one of your nipples. He circles his tongue around the bud, licking and sucking on it interchangeably until you’re a begging mess underneath him.

Tugging on the elastic band of his sweats, you urge him to get naked for you completely, and he removes the extra garments with a strong pull. His sex bouces out of its cotton constraint, red and throbbing and aching for you. It makes the heat that’s pooling on your lower stomach spread even further, and you wiggle your hips to remove your sweatpants as well.

There’s something about the frilly pink panties you’re wearing- the innocent design on your shapely body that ignites a carnal instinct in him. He wants to ruin you, mark you, make you his. The sound of fabric getting ripped has your eyes bulge out in shock. You’ve never seen Hendery so determined.

He falls on top of you again, leaving urgent kisses on your jawline as he rubs his hard member against your heat. It’s driving you insane, how he’s so close to where you want him but not quite there yet, and you tug his hair again to make him look at you.

“I wanna feel you raw”

And raw was how he’d give it to you. You feel his warm hand over your stomach, keeping you in place as he aligns himself with your entrance, and the pressure his tip’s already feeling has him cursing out.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this”

He dips himself slowly into your pussy, careful not to stretch you uncomfortably much. His worried eyes are glued to your wide ones, reading your expressions to ensure they’re those of pleasure. And indeed they are, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when he bottoms out fully, a symphony of both your moans filling the room.

He starts out with a steady rhythm, your pussy adjusting to his size with every calculated thrust. You’re getting drunk with the intimacy, with his smell that sticks to your skin and the sweet nothings he whispers in your ear. You feel addicted to it already, to the feeling of having him be a part of you, and as his growing desperation has him picking up his pace, yours makes you wish you could live in that moment forever.

“I don’t think I’ll last much longer”

”Neither do I”

He can tell how close you are, your heaving chest and guttural sounds giving you away. His cold fingers find your clit then, rubbing your sensitivity in messy circles and pumping more blood to the area.

“Yes, baby. Let go for me”

Little stars of various colors dance around in your vision, framing the sight of Hendery fucking into you so beautifully. You enjoy the hypersensitivity that the continuing motion of his hips gives you, locking your legs around his waist as his thrusts turn sloppy.

“Come inside me”

Just those simple words, slipping out of your pretty mouth are enough to send him over the edge, grunting as he paints your walls in ropes of white. You feel him twitching inside you for a good while, your belly bulging in fullness. It drips out of you slowly when he finally gets off of you, his hands spreading your thighs apart so that he can admire his creation.

He chuckles in disbelief of what you two just did, removing a piece of fake snow that somehow landed on your hair. You can only admire the way his Adam's apple bobs up and down, all the little curves and shadows on his neck, his smile that gives you tunnel vision.

“All this time…”, he whispers softly, “you liked me too?”

You silently winced at the naiveness of his words, knowing damn well your feelings ran way deeper than a simple attraction. Nodding affirmatively, you avoid looking at his eyes by pretending to play with his fingers. You can’t let him see the way they have glossed up, yet the numbing feeling of disappointment is getting hard to ignore.

He doesn’t let you distance yourself from him further, lifting your chin up so you can make eye contact with him again. To your surprise, he looks way more nervous than you, subconsciously nibbling on his lower lip. He takes a deep breath, mustering up some courage before verbally letting his thoughts out of his chest.

“What if I told you I am in love with you?”

You were shocked at the confession, so much so that this reality seemed like a figment of your subconscious mind. You expected to wake up at any moment, to find yourself asleep on your couch, two feet away from him and still stuck in the sucky friendzone. But that moment never came, no matter how long you held your breath to trigger your awakening, and you let it go with a sigh and a blurb of your own thoughts.

“I’d ask you to be mine”

[ltwilliammowett]

Holidays at sea

Since we are approaching Christmas with great strides, I thought I would take a look at how this was practised at sea. Surprisingly, even though there were many different nations on the ships, Christmas was usually celebrated to some extent during the 17th and 18th century. Of course, you can't expect a Christmas tree or presents that were then exchanged among each other. It was rather the case that the morning was spent wishing each other a Merry Christmas, and then, if the time and situation allowed (during a battle or a hunt, this was not possible), a prayer was said after breakfast. After that, the daily routine went on, and only at dinner, if the captain was in a good mood, could there be something extra rum or grog or wine, or a special dinner, which usually included meat. The captain usually ate dinner with his officers.

(x)

On Whalers, on the other hand, there was more going on. There, the festivities usually revolved around the meal, which was sometimes restricted to the captain's table, but sometimes open to all. When Christmas became popular from the middle of the 19th century, families on the whalers took over the festivities ashore, decorating the cabin, hanging up stockings, exchanging gifts and eating well.

Sometimes the good humour spread to the crew. On the John P. West in 1882, Sallie Smith made popcorn balls to help her husband's men celebrate. William B. Whitecar, who spent several Christmases on the Barque Pacific in New Bedford, wrote in 1864 that one year the captain sent a cheese to the crew to celebrate. In another year, the daily routine did not change. In another year, all crew members received mince pies.

[postwarlevi]

What's your perfect Christmas with your two lovely men Jean and Levi? 🎄🎁☃️

Hi Jelly! I'm happy to say I wrote a lot today and I'm excited to share with everyone soon!

Anyway, back on track hehe

Jean and I are very festive and social during the Christmas season. Parties, get togethers, baking, matching sweaters. We're very silly.

We love decorating the house and have a large tree with lights and garland, the works, and put up wreaths and towels and figurines inside and out.

We host a get together Christmas eve for whoever can come and play holiday trivia games and make hot chocolate and apple cider and put on some Christmas movies for people to enjoy.

Christmas morning we actual go out to eat as some places near us are open. Connie and Sasha meet us and our families and we order what we usually would and leave a very nice tip for our waiter or waitress.

After it's finally alone time. We've gotten each other a couple gifts and one large gift for the house, say a new washing machine or something.

We go through our gifts and play with them, things like kitchen appliances or video games. We stay in our matching jammies and act like kids from noon until midnight, doing whatever we want, including the mandatory Christmas day nap.

Our pup Murphy gets in on it too and gets spoiled! New toys all over the house and extra treats. We call him on the couch to cuddle while we watch a holiday movie. If it's snowing out we take videos of him enjoying the snow, he loves it so much!

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Levi and I are also social but not on such a grand scale. We bake for Christmas parties and participate but don't stay all night.

Decorations are minimal inside, a tree with the garland and lights, and some sentimental ornaments that we've had forever that Levi has to dig in the garage for.

Outside we put lights around the house and a couple moving reindeer that we light up for a couple hours at night for people to enjoy.

Christmas eve we go to his mom Kuchels house for a family get together with our families. Uncle Kenny tells dirty jokes and Levi threatens him but my family thinks he's hilarious. We listen to Kuchel read a Christmas story which everyone really enjoys, especially the kids. (Maybe next time this year we'll have one..?)

Christmas morning we put friends on speaker phone to say Happy Christmas while we bake and get some things ready, and head to the local Children's hospital to hand out stuffed animals and make sure families there have a nice homemade meal.

It's late afternoon when we get done and sit down with what we kept for ourselves to eat and watch a Christmas movie that I can get Levi to agree too.

We exchange a couple gifts, something we can both enjoy like tickets to a play or something. And I surprise Levi by pulling out a small cake for his birthday that he has no idea when I made. No, we're not forgetting birthdays around here :)

[forabeatofadrum]

There’s nothing ironic about show choir (25/30)

AO3

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Prompt: Sleep

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SIMON

It’s great being friends with Baz. Why did we never try this before? He’s sitting on gran’s sofa, eating cake and talking to my uncle about cars. Penny, Agatha and I invited him for our annual gift exchange. We’re going to make gingerbread houses later. The three of them are also staying over for the night, because that’s part of the tradition.  It’s nice that we get to share the tradition with him.

I am still obsessed with him, but now I can just say that I like being around him! We’re friends, actual friends!

Gran tells us the gingerbread is ready and we all move to the dining room.

“He’s a lovely fellow,” gran says when she hands me the gingerbread.

“Hm?”

“Baz. I am glad you brought him here.”

“Oh, yeah, we thought it’d be nice to include him.”

She moves to Penny to give her the gingerbread. I already start on piping the sides of my house and my friends join quickly. As usual, it’s a chaos, although Baz seems to be good at this.

“Finally we have someone with artistic talents among us,” Agatha jokes and Penny squirts some icing towards her. I also bump against Baz, who seems a bit surprised, but then he bumps back and the next thing I know, the four of us are pestering each other.

After fucking around for three hours, we finish up and gran assembles all our houses with magic. Then we go back to the living room for gift exchange. I give Penny a book, Agatha some glittery nail polish and Baz a little plushie of a goat.

“Because of Ebb,” I explain half-heartedly, but he seems to like it, so that’s a win.

Agatha gives everyone ugly Christmas jumpers and she demands we put them on at an instant. When Baz puts his jumper (it says HO HO HOMO), his head pops out of the collar and his hair is messy. One strand falls on his forehead.

“Here, let me,” I move it to the side and Baz’s eyes widen.

“Uh. Thanks.”

“No prob,” I say before putting on my jumper (mine has two baubles placed over my nipples).

Baz gives everyone fancy chocolate, which I immediately start munching on.

“Save some space for dinner, Simon,” he says. He calls me Simon now. I like it.

A few hours later, we’re all in my room. I’m in my bed with Agatha next to me. Even though we’re broken up, it’s something we both got used to. Penny and Baz are on the floor. Baz spelled it fluffy. Everyone’s asleep but me. Maybe I shouldn’t have eaten all that chocolate.

I watch Baz sleep. On my floor. We’ve shared a sleeping space for years, but now he’s here! I am not new to watching Baz sleep. I do it all the time at Watford, but this is different. I keep looking at him until I fall asleep myself.