#would it be messed up to buy a cake to celebrate him dying?

[be-good-to-bugs]

OH SHIT. my dad fuckin died today uh. rest in pieces dickhead 😘 time to CELEBRATE 🎉

[labyrinthsofyou]

lucky number nine

pairing: wong yukhei & female reader

genre: fluff & smut

warnings: blowjob, cumplay, fingering, oral, riding and a little holiday celebration

words: 30, 186                      

summary: yukhei unwraps his favorite present.

author’s note: this is a little late or extremely early for christmas.

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wong yukhei is quite fond of christmas.

he likes the festive decorations. he enjoys the atmosphere. and whether it is morning or night, he thinks some of his most unforgettable memories have been on christmas.

yukhei remembers the christmas when he was five.

it was too early, but he had jumped out of bed that morning. he had ran down the hallway with his little brother trying to keep up with him. his mom had been chasing after them with the video camera. into the cozy living room with the decorated tree and the handful of wrapped presents he had zoomed straight to. yukhei had looked expectantly at his mom because he was dying to open the presents already. she sat on the couch and held the camera steady to record everything while his brother had taken a seat across from him. then a nod she had given him. and because he was the big brother, yukhei had made sure he found a present with his brother’s name written on the snowman sticker tag before he reached for one of his own.

yukhei hadn’t noticed the missing person in the living room. 

too immersed into ripping wrapping paper he had been. his excited scream had filled the small space at the reveal of the box of building blocks. all he had focused on for a long minute was the image of the built fire station, the tiny yellow characters and the fire engine to make his firefighter dreams come true. his mom had lightheartedly asked if he liked his present. in response, yukhei had turned to her and hugged the box with his smile so wide it showed his teeth and made his eyes closed.

but as quickly as it had appeared, it disappeared. 

the sound of bells jingling and a loud voice booming through their apartment had made him freeze. yukhei had turned his head and there stood santa. tall and big, his eyes had grown two sizes bigger while his breath caught in his throat. in santa’s hands had been two more presents all wrapped up. then the man in the red suit had let out a low and deep laugh that sounded like something yukhei swore he heard before. the bells in his hand he had rung again and yukhei remained motionless as his brother scurried to his mom. one step and another and another santa had begun to take until he was just a foot away from him.

the face underneath the  white beard had been unmistakable. 

without hesitation, the present in his arms had dropped to the ground. yukhei had jumped enthusiastically onto his dad with a big grin. the hug had been strong. his dad had laughed. his mom had never stopped recording. and yukhei had spent the whole morning loudly and proudly declaring he known all along and no one could fool him.

he remembers the christmas away from home in a new country.

homesick yukhei had been, missing the aroma of his mom’s cooking and the tree from his childhood that was still in good condition. he called home in the morning when he had a moment to himself in the bedroom he was sharing with two others. 

it had been nice to speak in a language he was familiar with because yukhei wasn’t going to lie. learning a new language had been difficult. he had learned to order food first, making sure to eat after tiring lessons and classes. but the many ways to say one thing and the varied ways to describe what he was feeling and thinking had been a struggle and felt like a tongue twister sometimes. 

still he had been trying and despite the struggles, yukhei reassured his parents he was well. he had been working hard to make them proud and in no time he would be successful to buy them a bakery or house or anything else they wanted. 

they hadn’t need to worry at all.

after yukhei hung up, he had found everyone else in the living room who was missing home like him too. it had been their first day off in a while. the group of them had spent the day lounging around the dorm eating, playing games and sleeping because all of them had lacked that. and when everyone was finally awake from their naps, the secret santa gifts they all had exchanged. the small box of building blocks yukhei had unwrapped when it was his turn. he had giggled and smiled. memories of childhood christmases had flooded his mind.

home yukhei still missed, but a bit better than earlier he had felt.

he remembers the christmas when it was just the seven of them.

two languages instead one yukhei had been trying to be fluent in now. the plans to debut in the new group had already been set. regardless how they all had trained together and some of them even performing together already, their own group they were now. there had been a bit of awkwardness of getting to truly learn about one another. yet it had felt strangely comforting to know each of them was nervous and excited about the whole new journey they were going to embark on. 

in the living room of the new dorm they had moved into and amongst the mess of clothes and boxes they didn’t finished separating and organizing, they had decorated a small tree. the secret santa that had started from the years before in the other dorms with everyone else they skipped. there had been no time to buy presents. so instead their hands had been filled with lots food deliveries of everyone’s cravings.

the delicious dishes varying from spicy chewy noodles to grilled pork belly had settled in their stomachs with joy. then a christmas cake with decorations of sweet cream snowmen and edible white chocolate pine trees their manager had presented to them. he had wished them success for their soon to be debut as a group. they had ended up digging their forks into the dessert like little kids. and when he finally climbed into bed in the early morning because they had stayed up watching movies and talking about home and their future together, happy and grateful yukhei had felt to be with them.

there are a lot christmases yukhei remembers. there are a lot christmases he won’t ever forget even after a life full of them he is certain. 

yukhei believes this christmas will be another that will be an unforgettable memory. this christmas will be another that will be stamped into his brain and etched onto his heart.

it is not his first christmas together with you. he has spent past christmases with you. 

after he wakes up midday because a day off it was after all, yukhei celebrates with his members. they eat and play games until the winter sky gradually changes colors. then he comes over to see you and it is a celebration with just you and him. a dinner of what your and his heart desires, a mix of take out and a dish or two you cook, is shared and cherished. and when dinner is done, yukhei helps you clean up before you and him exchange and open the presents to one another.

yukhei always ends up staying until the clock strikes midnight and the new day begins. the minute longer he always wishes to stay with you always becomes hours and he leaves when the moon is still illuminating the dark sky.

but this year, this christmas is different from the past of what he has had with you. 

today is the first christmas since yukhei has moved in with you nearly eight months ago. it is the first christmas since he has began calling this apartment his home too. it is the first christmas of him opening his eyes in the morning to find you laying beside him still in your slumber shielded by the comforter and blanket because you don’t care much for the cold.

his hand rises from underneath the cozy covers and yukhei rubs the sleepiness from his face and eyes. a sudden yawn comes out. slowly he turns and lifts his head up the slightest to take a peek pass you at the half burned candle and clock on your bedside table.

it’s just half past seven. another yawn comes on strong and yukhei covers his mouth this time.

“you want to sleep in tomorrow?”

that was what he had asked you in the early morning after the snow and snacks.  

it had been fitting for the first big snow of the season to be on christmas eve. the wet flakes had begun falling in the early afternoon. when yukhei returned home from the late dinner and secret santa with his friends, the city had been blanketed in white. it had looked like a magical winter wonderland as you gazed out the large window of the living room. and even though he had showered and was dried and toasty now, his arms wrapped around you and his mouth rested beside your ear.

“do you wanna build snowman?”

his question had came out in a singsong voice with light giggles following immediately.

you couldn’t resist. 

so out into the snow you and him went. yukhei had laughed so loud, the sound ringing through the cold quiet night while he had ran in the snow of the courtyard. it had been below freezing, but seeing him carefree and happy made it worth every second. then with your mitten clad hands and his bare hands because he had insisted he didn’t need them, you and him set working on the snowman. the body he had made while you made the head. the long broken branches from the nearby tree he picked up for the arms. the leaves of the bushes you had put in place for the eyes and nose.

“i told you we make pretty good team,” he had told you once the snowman was completed. “first we built furniture and now we built a snowman.”  

the tender kiss you had pressed onto his cold smiling mouth was warm.

once pictures and videos were taken together with the masterpiece as yukhei had called it with a chuckle, a walk around the neighborhood you had suggested. your hand he had taken and put inside the pocket of his padded jacket. the nearly similar matching black beanies on your heads had been covered in snowflakes. and when you were just half a dozen blocks from home, from walking through the snow covered streets, the convenient store he had pulled you into. just to warm up for five minutes he had whispered with a small grin. but the five minutes turned into fifteen because the small plastic basket yukhei had picked up.

regardless of the snacks that filled the cabinet next to the refrigerator and placed on the counter in the kitchen at home, the basket in his grasp had quickly filled up. the cola shaped bottle jelly candies yukhei had chosen. a box of strawberry cream covered biscuit sticks you had reached for. bags of sweet and salty chips you and him had never tried before were dropped in. a lip balm he picked up because the cold had made his lips dry. then the items were paid for and the short trip home begun.

once you had stepped foot into the heat of the apartment, the wet padded jackets were hung up to dry properly and a shower was taken to warm up. on the couch you and him had stayed. the snacks purchased were enjoyed and savored with glee as an animated movie of your choice played in the background. when your stomachs were full, too tired and too comfortable enjoying the closeness of each other, neither of you had wanted to make a move into the bedroom. so you had stayed snuggled in his arms with your head resting on his shoulder as you tried to focus on the movie.

“hmm? are you up for it sleeping in?” yukhei had sleepily questioned again. “i know we talked about opening presents in the morning, but at this rate i don’t think we will be able to wake up properly.” he had quietly chuckled and a kiss he placed on your head.

“sleeping in sounds nice.” you had turn to look at him with your gaze soft and sleepy too. “and like i told you already, i’m just really happy.” 

to be with him here and to celebrate the first christmas together in this apartment that had your and his things side by side had made you happy. the whole day tomorrow had been planned to be just you and him. that had been why the secret santa exchange and diner with his members were a day earlier.

yukhei had bobbed his head faintly once and pushed up the glasses that were now on his face. “me, too.”

his strong arm around your middle had tighten and soon enough, half a dozen wet kisses were peppered around your face. a bit more awake you had become with your squeals. when he drew back, the sparkle in his eyes had been there. the curve of his mouth had been beaming and contagious. “and technically since we are already…” yukhei had glanced at the time hanging on the wall. “an hour into the new day… happy merry christmas,” he had softly whispered.

instantly you had giggled, sitting up properly then so you could press a soft sweet kiss to his pillowy lips that were soothed by his earlier purchase. “happy merry christmas to you too, baby.”

a little longer on the couch both of you had stayed to finish the movie. once the credits begun rolling, he had begun yawning continuously and you knew you wouldn’t be able to fight off the sleep much longer either. the coffee table had been cleaned up. the christmas tree decorated with colorful glass and glittery ornaments and twinkling white lights had been unplugged.

after brushing your teeth side by side in the bathroom with the pink toothbrush in your grasp while the green was in his, you had simply put on your moisturizer before climbing into the bed he was already in. yukhei had tugged you close as the snowflakes slowly stopped falling down from the sky outside. you had fell asleep to the sound of his soft snores. he had ended up falling asleep with your back pressed against his chest.

however though, in the middle of the night, you had slipped away from him.

no longer in his arms you are. instead you are curled on your side and facing him with your head lowered a little. a hand is tucked under the pillow beneath your head. the other holds into the comforter. he listens to your steady breaths while turning a little until his body takes the same position as yours. 

yukhei should sleep. he can sleep. he can sleep until the afternoon every day if he was able to. 

but the thought of it being the first christmas with you in this home shared now together gently echoes in the back of his brain. there won’t be another first christmas morning for the first time together. so yukhei thinks he can sleep later. maybe all afternoon if he wishes because there is no schedule. it will be just you and him today. and when the new year begins, there will be four free days where he will most definitely catch up on more sleep. it is a mini break he cannot wait for before they will begin prepping for their next comeback afterwards.

the thought in his head wins.

with a small smile forming on his face, yukhei reaches for you. his hands slips underneath the white sweatshirt with the red printed snowflakes on the front and settles on your naked waist. your body feels so warm compared to his hands and he is certain you feel the difference because a soft whimper you let out. he can’t help but chuckle breathlessly. then slowly and carefully yukhei moves closer and pulls you to him until his arms encircle you. he lowers his head for a moment and presses one and two puckers of his pillowy lips to your forehead. 

“wake up, baby.”

within seconds you’re stirring in his hold. the smile on his face grows a bit when you gradually settle back down with a deep breath. he bends his head a little more and like a lion to his mate, yukhei gently nudges and nuzzles his nose against your warm skin. his thumb strokes your back. he places one and another kiss onto your left cheek.

“it’s christmas morning.” his calm and raspy voice draws you out of your slumber and dreams. the tip of his nose caresses yours as your legs kick away the pillow under your feet and begin tangling with his long limbs. “wake up for me, baby,” yukhei murmurs in a singsong voice similar to last night.

slowly your eyes open. in your half asleep state still, you register his deep low laugh that tickles your heart and makes you sigh. you stretch in his arms with a tired moan as he draws a few inches back. your own arms come out from between the warmth of your bodies and covers to erase the faint blurriness of your sleepy gaze on him. and when you can see a bit clearly, you meet his soft stare underneath a few falling strands of hair and his handsome fresh face. the sight makes your cheeks heat and you grateful for mornings with him. a hand of his dances and strokes your back. the little shiver yukhei feels from you. he is about to lean into you to kiss you properly, but you twist your neck slightly and note the time.

your brows wrinkle and you blink a handful of times to make sure you’re reading the numbers correctly before you turn back to him. an arm shifts to wrap around his shoulder while your other hand grips onto the white t-shirt he wears. you bury your face into his neck. the combination of spring fresh detergent, vanilla and a scent so uniquely yukhei that reminds you of home and comfort fill your senses. he chuckles when he hears the deep breath and exhale from you when his fingertips go higher up your spine.

“your hands are so cold,” you whine faintly against his skin. 

a grin with eyes crinkling you can picture forming on his face at your complaint even if you cannot see it. 

he giggles quietly. “sorry.” the apology rolls out softly, but yukhei makes no indication of removing them.

“i thought you wanted to sleep in,” you mumble, eyes falling close again.

yukhei loves his sleep. he can fall asleep anywhere at anytime even if only for five minutes. he can sleep until mid afternoon even when he is able to sleep early the night before. he would rather sleep than eat sometimes and it is a big deal because he loves to eat. he takes advantage of his days off and the holidays to sleep so he can make up for all the days he does not get enough.

and you do not forget how he had even asked early in the morning about sleeping in.

so right now, you expect it to be at least noon or perhaps much later. you expect the roles be reverse and it would be you waking him up instead.  

yukhei laughs once more while your hand reaches for the nape of his neck. your short nails scratch him lightly and it makes him hum. “that was the plan.” he remembers it was his own suggestion to do so. “but then i realized i have all afternoon to take a nap if i wanted to later. so i thought it’ll be okay to wake up early.”

it is then your eyes open. the sleepiness in you disappears and you are more awake than you were a minute ago. your fingers stop moving. you pull back and his boyish smile greets you. an eyebrow of yours rises up as you eye him suspiciously because what he says isn’t believable. 

you know him too well.

“you’re up to something.”

the accusation immediately makes him giggle, the familiar sound echoing in the quiet bedroom. one arms comes out from underneath your sweatshirt and yukhei reaches for your hand grasping on his t-shirt. he places it over his heart and you feel the steady beats of it. 

“i’m up to nothing. i promise, baby.” the arm still around your middle firms. yukhei lowers his head and kisses you gently on your mouth, making you sigh and want a bit more. he pulls away and you can’t help but lick your lips. the grin on his face is tender and almost bashful. “i was just thinking about it being out first christmas morning together. we can’t get another. i thought this was special,” he whispers with the glint in his eyes.

a sappy romantic at heart yukhei is even when he likes to deny it.

you chew on your bottom lip for a moment. the idea of staying in the warm bed with him cuddling and sleeping doesn’t seem like a bad idea. but what he is saying tugs on your heart too hard. “are you trying to sweet talk me right now so i will agree?” you quietly tease him.

his chuckle is low. “is it working?” he gives you another soft kiss and your gaze fixes on his mouth as his tongue peeks out lick it. 

“you’re not tired?” your eyes meet his once more. 

yukhei hums. “i’m okay right now.” the curve of his lips is boyish and charming. “but you are up now.” even if it is his doing. “so what do you say we get out of bed and we can celebrate our first christmas morning together. hmm?” he looks happy and relaxed. his soothing voice and words are laced with nothing but calm and sincerity. you find yourself inhaling slowly because yukhei’s hard to resist.

the tiny distance between your mouths you close for your lips to graze his. “promise you’ll get a little extra rest later,” you whisper alongside them.

he rolls over a bit then, keeping you between him and the bed. his forehead presses to yours as he stares at you. your arms encircle his neck and his other arm slithers back underneath your sweatshirt for the material to rise. the corners of his lips twitch up and you feel more tugs on your heart.

“i promise.”

you tilt your head. your fingers run up the back of his hair. “hmm, okay. you win,” you surrender.

sweet he always is and you are certain you will forever remain smitten.

yukhei lets out the tiniest triumphant cheer that makes you shake your head with a giggle. he leaves a quick yet tender peck on your mouth and lowers his head into the crook of your neck. he holds you closer as if he’s not laying on top of you currently. a minute longer you and him stay wrapped in one another’s embrace until you turn your head. you dot three kisses on his temple before moving your hands to tap on his shoulder blade.

“you go get ready first,” you tell him softly.

he shifts after a moment and presses a handful of wet kisses to your cheek that make you smile a little too much. his arms come out from below that sweatshirt of yours. at once you miss the closeness and his warmth. yukhei sits up and pushes the comforter and blanket away. the pillows at the foot of the bed for your and his feet and the matching red plaid pajama bottoms come into view.

it had been his idea and his surprise.

“you got us matching slippers, babe.” his reason had made him grin shyly and you laugh sweetly before accepting the article of clothing with sugary kisses and murmured words of gratitude.

the fabric of your sweatshirt rises up even more when you stretch again. the soft skin of your middle he has been holding and caressing catches yukhei’s interest. a few more centimeters and a little higher, he will get a really nice view of you. his stare and his motionless body makes you chuckle faintly. you watch as he swallows the tiny lump in his throat as if he’s never seen you naked before.

but he has. he has also touched you like no one else has ever touched you too.

you clear your throat to get his attention. “you’re staring,” you inform him with your eyes shining.

his gaze meets yours and you shake your head slowly. you tug your sweatshirt back down as yukhei is moving over you and leaning forward. a hand rises to palm his cheek. your thumb brushing back and forth his heated skin. 

“i’m distracted,” he counters.

the butterflies flutter in your stomach.

a final parting kiss he gives you on your mouth and the tip of your nose, yukhei pulls away again. he gets out from the bed and stretches. an inch or so his t-shirt rises. it gives you a peek at his v line and the leopard print band of his boxer briefs. he catches your stare and wiggles his sculpted eyebrows playfully. you chuckle as he threads his long fingers through his tousled hair. he’s been letting it grow a little before he will cut it again for the next comeback. he pushes his hair away from his face and bites his lip teasingly. mischief and satisfaction resides in his gaze as yukhei watches you lick your lips. 

“now you’re staring,” he states with a smirk. 

you playfully roll your eyes even while your face warms. the teasing act he was moments ago turns giggly and he puckers his lips and sends a kiss through the air. he releases his hair, the strands falling down stylishly with a few pieces over his pretty eyes. he slips his feet into the fuzzy gray slippers and turns to you one last time with another wiggle his eyebrows.

“i will see you in five,” yukhei declares before he saunters happily out.

but the five minutes is really eight minutes before he exits the bathroom for you to use.

his glasses he retrieves from his bedside table. his phone he turns on to check for any messages. a quick swipe of the lip balm he brushes across his lips. then yukhei makes his way into the kitchen.

yukhei is confident in many things. but the better cook than you these days though he is not. he’s still working on that, remembering and practicing all he learned from his parents when he isn’t too exhausted to make something else besides ramen and his special homemade chili sauce. 

regardless though he gets to doing something. yukhei fills the kettle with water. when it’s three fourths full for a quicker boil, he places it on the stove and turns on the burner and the range hood.

two slices of soft and fluffy thick cut bread yukhei puts in the toaster oven and he sets it for a light golden toast. he opens the cupboard for the white bowl decorated with navy polka dots and its matching plate. he pulls two spoons and a knife from drawer. the large container of yogurt and the butter he takes out from the refrigerator. the bag of frozen blueberries he gets from the freezer. then yukhei spoons the yogurt into the bowl, doubling the amount because this will be for you and him. a banana he peels, slices and fans along one side of the bowl. the handful of frozen blueberries he piles neatly on the opposite side. the toaster oven dings as he reaches for the oat and honey granola in the cabinet. the slices of bread he takes out and places on the plate. he goes back to the yogurt and sprinkles a spoonful of the granola on the top.

since living together, yukhei has watched you make yogurt bowls for breakfast or for a snack. he grins proudly at what he has made now. but when he holds up the bowl, the white cookie package with the festive silver ribbon glued to the top sitting between the coffee machine and the little pile of snacks on the counter catches his eyes.

maybe this needs a little something else.

and once you come out of the bathroom, the sound of the opened range hood gives you an indication of where he might be. your feet in the pink fuzzy slippers pad quietly across the wooden floors into the tiled floors of the kitchen. the kettle you notice on the stove but your presence he doesn’t realize. something else has his focus. you walk up to him, your touch sliding to his lower back and yukhei doesn’t jump or seem surprise. calm he is and you rub gently on his back.

you peek around him and within seconds you’re chuckling. “what are you doing?” you question amusingly.

a gingerbread man is tucked amongst the blueberries in the bowl of yogurt, resembling a man in a hot tub. you watch entertained as he gives the bag of cookies in his hand a little shake to find another gingerbread man with a slightly different design. he does moments later and puts it right beside the other, slipping it between the pieces of fruit.

yukhei lifts the bowl and shows his creation. “tada! it’s a christmas version, babe.” his beam is bright and so is yours.

you reach for the gingerbread man, scooping up some yogurt and a semi soften blueberry with the legs and take a bite. yukhei stares at you proudly for a reaction and the nod of approval you give him has him laughing and pumping up his fist victoriously. with the remaining half of the cookie, you scoop up a bite like before. but this time you put it in yukhei’s open mouth. his eyes widen in delighted surprise because it really isn’t half bad with the faint notes of spices mixing in and the extra crunchiness of the cookie.

“i’m genius,” he declares after he swallows the bite with a grin.

the kiss you give him in agreement tastes of cinnamon and blueberries and you deem this yogurt bowl one of the best you have ever had.

then in the warmth of the kitchen, you scramble eggs and pan fry the sausages that is one of his favorites to go with the toast and butter he spreads on. the water eventually boils. an iced americano you make for him. the green tea and rice tea bag yukhei puts in your mug before he pours the boiling water in. the ivory colored curtains he pulls back and the living room and the cozy dining space floods with natural light despite the overcast sky.

for the first christmas morning together, breakfast is enjoyed.

“thanks for the food, babe.” 

this meal together isn’t an everyday thing even after he has moved in. not when his schedules and practices vary daily or he is gone for weeks if there are promotions or filming. but it’s a little more often than before. so every time it is possible, at the table for two (and more) you and him sit to savor breakfast together.

“anytime.”

and the clock slowly ticks with quiet murmurs and satisfied hearts and stomachs. the last spoonful of yogurt with another gingerbread man yukhei leaves you while the last scoop of eggs and two sausages you pass to him. the plates and bowls you clear away and wash after. the table and countertop he wipes clean of crumbs.

then with the morning drinks in your hands, into the living room area you walk to with yukhei’s footsteps right behind you. the glass and mug are set on the coffee table. in front of the christmas tree you move to sit. you hug your legs to your chest as yukhei makes his way to the tree, kneeling next to it. he reaches behind it for the plug.

you’re silent and stare at the sudden brightness and glow shining in front of you. even if this tree has been lit up every night for the last two weeks, it feels different today. you believe it just might be the prettiest now on this christmas morning.

two feet away, yukhei thinks the same thing.

his gaze shifts between the lit up tree and the sight of you staring in awe. you look so pretty bathe in a soft glow. he feels the fullness of his heart. he has no regrets of not sleeping in right now.

quietly then yukhei moves to where you are and sits right behind you with his long legs on either side of yours. he presses his chest to your back and his strong arms come up to wrap around you. instantly you melt against him, your hands rising to grasp onto his forearms. his head he rests beside yours. his mouth stays next to your ear before he speaks.

“happy merry christmas, baby.”

his similar words from when he first told you hours ago, his calm and loving voice pulls on your heartstrings. it has you embarrassingly chuckling at yourself while blinking back the haziness building in your eyes. you feel him smiling so wide beside you. a moment passes before your head is turning to find him staring at you. the shine that is always in his gaze are magnified from the lights. the beam on his face is brilliant.

the love you feel for him is beyond words right now.

“happy merry christmas, babe.”

the mere centimeters between your mouths disappear. a few short and sweet kisses are shared before yukhei bestows one to your nose and cheek.

so many more christmases you wish to have with him.

yukhei presses his lips to your temple. “are you ready for presents?” there are notes of excitement in his tone and you laugh softly as you squeeze his arms and bob your head. you’re about to tell him to start because always he insists on you opening presents first.

but yukhei beats you to it with a grin.

he gives you a victorious wink when you playfully glare at him. “ladies first.”

his arms drops and yukhei scoots away from you for his drink. you move to reach for the present placed between the tree and your present for him.

he had brought it home three days ago and made you promise not to peek or touch. you had chuckled and nodded before agreeing with a sweet tender peck to his excited grin.

you look at the pretty present. the neat and rich ruby red bow with a white stitching outline ties the gold matte gift bag closed. the bag is big yet it isn’t that heavy in your grasp. you briefly glance at yukhei who’s smiling confidently as he slides himself to lean against the couch.

a long sip of his iced americano he takes before setting the glass back down. “what can it possibly be?” he jokes, his voice turning light and high with dramatic curiosity.

you giggle and hum before turning back to the present. the thick ribbon you’re about to pull on, but then you hear yukhei clearing his throat. your movements stop and your attention lands on him again. he nonchalantly and faintly juts his chin towards something. you remain frozen and stare at him. 

yukhei does it again. this time your eyebrows wrinkle slightly, unsure of what he’s trying to tell you. however he thinks the third time might be the charm. 

it’s not though. 

he gives up with a defeated sigh.

you watch him scratch the back of his neck a bit shyly while laughing almost embarrassingly. he pushes up his round gold rimmed frames. “you didn’t read the tag,” yukhei finally says with his cheeks warm.

and it takes a second to understand what he is referring to once you look down again. underneath the ends of the ribbon hides the shimmery cream colored rectangular tag with a simply designed green christmas tree embossed onto the surface. it hangs on the handle by a silver twine. you flip it over and immediately recognize his handwriting.

so you won’t be lonely, baby.

the thing about yukhei is that he is not one to often write romantic messages or love notes. awkward perhaps a little embarrassed he feels at times. even his texts to you when he is working or away in another country are simple declarations. he loves you. he misses you. he wants you. then he ends the messages with hearts and kissing faces or every now and then, a picture of his pouting or smiling face. 

because really, for the most part, yukhei thinks written words are not enough. he believes his written words don’t convey as much as what he really wants to say.

instead yukhei favors in telling you, calling and video chatting in hopes his words in his voice will echo in your mind long after the conversation has ended. he rather whisper his desires to you when the morning rays slip through the curtains and he is holding you close. he prefers when the moonlight is illuminating the bedroom and you can feel his heart beat in rhythm to yours. 

so this feels different.

you read the words again and gaze up at him. yukhei’s a little bit more shy and embarrassed now and you cannot control the skips to your heart or the wide upward curve of your lips forming on your face. you nod slowly and move closer to sit right next to him. his hand settles on your thigh, squeezing it affectionately as you turn back to the present.

it’s silent in the room while he watches the end of the ribbon you gently tug on. the bow unravels. the knot you work on. then soon enough you’re pulling the ribbon out from the slits and opening the bag. you are greeted with the sight of sparkling red tissue paper. one layer and then another you remove and suddenly your soft laughter is filtering into yukhei’s ears and filling the space. your eyes settle on the present nestled in a bed of more layers of tissue paper.

the trip to the home and furniture store to buy his bedside table you recall. the birthday surprise from a few months ago flashes through your mind. the words you had confessed to him he remembered.

he really is something else.

you take out the lion plush and move the bag to the side. the harmless wild animal is remarkably soft, feeling like velvet. the color of his body reminds you of golden honey. the mane and tail are silky. the muzzle is white like snow. the black stitching of a smile makes it look more adorable than ferocious. you hold it up like the famous animated movie you have watched too many times before and yukhei laughs warmly besides you.

“he is absolutely the cutest and softest thing ever,” you gush, hugging it to your chest as you turn and press kisses on the infectious curl of his plump lips.

yukhei chuckles and reaches out to pat the head of lion peeking out from between your arms. “i was going to go back to get the one we saw at the home and furniture store.” his eyes meets yours. “but when i had went out with winwin a few weeks ago, i saw it by the window of a cute novelty store. i thought this looked so much more cuddly and cuter,” he tells you with his eyes shining.

you hum. “i love him already.” your thumb brushes over the black stitching for the eyes and nose. “thank you,” you hug him with the plush crushed between the two of your bodies.

his arm wraps you waist and his fingers plays with the softness of your sweatshirt while yours go around his neck. when you pull back, your forehead is against his. one hand runs through his hair and creates a fluffy wave.

“so he’s the meaning behind the tag,” you murmur with a small smile that makes him beam wider and giggle softly.

yukhei nods and the tip of his nose nudges yours. “just don’t forget about hugging me?” he whispers, his tone playfully sad yet affectionate.

you chew on the inside of your cheeks. “you’re still my favorite lion,” you quietly and teasingly reassure him. you lean forward and give him two kisses. but then his hands rise to cup your cheeks and he’s encompassing you with big, sloppy and sweet kisses that has you laughing, squealing and feel so loved. 

“yukhei! it’s your turn!” you gasp out between giggles and every press of his soft mouth on you.

one, two and three more kisses and finally he stops with a bright and almost sneaky grin. a peck he places on your lips. but your attempt to move away from him so he can open his present fails because his arm drops back down to wrap around your waist. his hold is firm and yukhei slowly shakes his head. he pushes up those glasses adorning his happy face with his long fingers.

there’s mischief in his gaze. “now what kind romantic would i be if that is all?”

always you tell him he is. always he tries to deny it.

you stare at him, watching the curve of his lips grow and the corners of his eyes crinkle. “keep looking.” he gestures back to the gold matte gift bag. the lion he takes out of your arms, hugging the soft plush to his chest. yukhei pats your thigh once and then again to get you going.

the puzzled on your face has him chuckling and nodding at you. but slowly you shift a little away from him to get to the bag again. you glance up at him and he’s waiting. the open bag you turn to and you get to removing more tissue paper. it isn’t long before hidden beneath several more layers you find what he means. you can’t stop the quiet surprised noise escaping from your mouth.

the present is wrapped in a shiny champagne colored paper. it is tied together with a thin smooth red ribbon and adorned with the faux holly berries and green leaves. you take it out and you feel the curl of your mouth and the warmth in your chest. when you turn to him he sees the glittering sparkle in your gaze.

“did you wrap this?” you question, holding the present in your hands up.

yukhei chuckles and shakes his head. “i wished i could take credit but the auntie at the shopping center gets it all.” it looks too perfect to unwrap, but his gentle voice you hear again. “open it.”

his words register into your brain. but before you do, you move back to him first. you sit criss cross beside him. a hand yukhei settles on your knee, rubbing small circles on your pajama bottoms. the fleeting look you get of him and he’s smiling faintly and raising his eyebrows urging you to continue.

then you’re pulling the ends of the ribbon and putting the decorations aside. you gently rip the wrapping paper and the maroon red box comes into view. you feel your eyes widen and he hears a soft gasp when you see the name in cursive and gold on the cover. the beats of your heart feels like some is using it for a drum as you shimmy off the lid to reveal another box with a gold embroidered frame around the top of it.

yukhei looks on in a mixture of nervousness and excitement. he feels the warmth in his face and the flips of his stomach while you take the box out and place the bottom next to your knee. he stares as you push open the tiny tab that gently pops open the lid. the eighteen carat signature gold bracelet and the accompanying mini screwdriver nestled in the black cushioning come into your view. 

it shines, glows and looks absolutely gorgeous.

you feel the strong pounding of your heart. “yukhei...” the awe in your voice he doesn’t miss as you turn to look at him.

“do you like it?” the hopefulness lingers in his quiet question with his gaze shifting between the affectionate look on your face and the present in your hands. “i’ve been wanting to get you something really nice, but simple because i know that’s what you like.” always he is attentive and paying attention to everything of your preferences. you give him a faint nod. “and i saw this when i went shopping with winwin earlier this year. i just thought it would be perfect for you and that it would be your taste.” he hums softly. “you could probably wear this with anything too.”

the tugs on your heart are stronger. your gaze turns downcast again. “it really is beautiful,” you remark quietly, your fingertips running over the piece of fine jewelry.

a nervous chuckle from him draws your attention back up to find him looking at you intently. “and if you take out the bracelet...” his tone is gentle and soothing as he gives your knee a tender squeeze. “tell me what you think about that too.”

you follow his instructions, pulling off the security rubber band that holds the bracelet in place. you think that he is talking about the simple circle designs on the outside. but a moment passes before you see what he is really referring to. yukhei hears the tiny sound of surprise. your bottom lip gently catches between your teeth. the box you put down. your eyes slowly begin to blur as you read it once, twice and then even again.

you and me.

your thumb runs over the engraving, feeling the faint curves and cuts of words that mean a lot to you and him. 

“do still remember what you said to me when you asked me to moved in?” yukhei brings you closer until you’re pressed to his side and he’s holding onto your waist.

they had also been the words he repeated that night when he moved in too. words he silently tells himself when he walks through the front door and is greeted by your smiling face, your sweet kisses and your cuddly hugs. words that make him dream of so many more awaiting adventures with you.

his mouth rests next to your ear. “it’s you and me, baby.”

a shaky breath you draw in as a slow nod you manage to offer in response because you remember it so vividly. the first time you said it and the look of surprise on your face when he remembered them weeks afterwards. and now, months later, the words are more real than ever.

you wonder how he does it. how the simplest thing he can turn into the grandest of gestures that make your heart pound uncontrollably and make you feel like the luckiest person in the universe.

yukhei hums once more. a smile you sense from him. “i would have had the whole thing on it, but unfortunately there is a ten character limit on them,” he jests quietly with a laughter.

his love for you is incomparable to anything and anyone you have ever felt in your life.

finally you look up, and your watery eyes are unmistakable and it makes his heart swell while his deep laughter warms your soul. yukhei leans his forehead against yours.

“i’m always with you no matter what, baby. you’re surrounded by me now...” hoodies for each day of the week and more. a lion to hug to sleep when you really do miss him too much. a golden reminder with words that are priceless to you and him. the small sniffle you can’t stop. “so you don’t ever have to miss me too much,” he whispers tenderly and sweetly even if he knows every now and then the separation will still be difficult. 

“what do you think? do you like it?” he teases even if he is certain of your answer.

and before yukhei can joke that the present can’t be returned, you’re throwing your arms around him. his laugh is infectious as the lion falls from his hold so he can envelop you in his arms too. your face you hide into the curve between his neck and shoulder. he’s not sure if his arms holding you are tighter or it’s the other way around. 

“you’re going to crush me,” yukhei softly murmurs into your heated skin with a too wide grin. 

but you don’t care. 

you will hold onto him just a minute longer and harder because despite his words, he makes no effort to find his breath or push you away. 

he is unbelievable. the way he stolen your heart makes you certain he will have it forever. and once you eventually draw back, there is a glittering and playful twinkle in his eyes. he clutches his chest dramatically. 

“i can breathe again, baby.” his declaration makes you let out a breathless giggle as you make a quick dab at the corner of your wet eyes with the sleeve of your sweatshirt. yukhei straightens his glasses and fixes his hair. 

you look at him, head titling a bit. “romantic,” you whisper. 

yukhei hums with a sweet tender grin. “maybe just a little.” the small space between your mouths he erases with a short, soft and loving kiss.

the lion yukhei lays on the coffee table before he takes the bracelet from your hand. “here, let me put it on for you.” he reaches for the screwdriver in the box, carefully digging it out of the little nook it is cradled in. he turns his body to face you. 

“i had to ask the man at the store to show me how to put it on.” he chuckles and you stare at how the screwdriver looks minuscule between his long fingers. yukhei holds the bracelet delicately as if he is afraid too much pressure would bend it. “i hope it fits.” he says once he pulls the bracelet apart. “i didn’t realize there were many different sizes for this and i didn’t want to get the wrong size.” yukhei glances momentarily up at you with a sheepish grin and his cheeks warm. he motions for your hand. you raise your right arm and push up the sleeve to your elbow. “so i ended up trying to measure your wrist in the morning when you were still sleeping.”

yukhei recalls circling his thumb and index finger around your wrist so cautiously in fear of waking you. he remembers winwin shaking his head in disbelief and quietly laughing at him as he showed the salesman the circle size of his measurement.

you chuckle breathlessly and place your free hand on his thigh. the light squeeze you give it has him turning back to the task at hand. it’s quiet as yukhei’s brows furrow. the bracelet he carefully encases around your wrist, making sure it is upright so you can read the words inside whenever you need to. 

and to his and your delight, it fits perfectly.

he lets out a soft cheer and giggles, proud that his unconventional measurement worked out.  yukhei secures it back with the screwdriver. soon enough he’s moving the bracelet freely back and forth on your wrist while you admire how pretty it looks. 

“i’m so good at this,” he says with a beam, putting back the screwdriver in the box. yukhei turns to you, finding your gaze on him before you’re closing the gap between your mouths. you palm his warm cheek. a finger he tucks underneath your chin and you sigh into him when he pushes a little forward. 

you hope you will get to kiss him on more christmases to come.

and when you part a minute later, noses nuzzle together. your thumb brushes his smooth skin. his tongue comes out to swipe across his wet lips and you squeak happily with a tiny smile.

“thank you.”

yukhei hums, turning his head to pucker a kiss into the center of your palm. “always, babe. i just want you happy,” he reminds you.

your hand trails down to his chest to softly pat it. “is it your turn yet?” you question shyly.

he smiles wide and merrily like an excited child within seconds. you pull away from him as he moves forward with a clap of his hands. the bracelet box you close and place on the coffee table beside the lion. the wrapping paper and tissue papers you push to the side into a small pile that will surely grow. yukhei reaches for the present that is his. the playful rise of his eyebrows and the way his eyes grow a bit bigger in shock when he lifts up the box surprises him. big the present is, but not as heavy as he had assume it would be because he had too promised you not to touch it when you finally taken it out of hiding from the storage closet three days ago. yukhei goes back to the spot he was sitting in previously and places the present between his spread out long legs.

“what is this?”

yukhei counts the three different vibrant green bows in various sizes placed on the top. the glossy and glittery red and white diagonally striped wrapping paper reminds him of candy canes. 

but your head you shake, a small and bashful smile forming on your face. “babe, you have to open it,” you tell him, taking a seat beside him once again. 

he gives you a silly questioning look. his fingers slide underneath the tape and the paper he rips off. the simple black box that took you a week to find is revealed and he’s giggling with his curiosity heightened. you take the wrapping paper and pile it to the rest to discard.

yukhei pushes up his glasses before his large hands grips onto the sides of the box. he slips his fingers between the lid and inner section. a light shake he gives it for the lid to gradually loosen and easier to be lifted off. he drops it beside him and the white layers of tissue paper he peels back. his eyes are widening because suddenly he’s transported back to his childhood days. his laughter is loud and thrilled and you’re pleased with the reaction.

a mini plastic toy claw machine in a bright sunny yellow sits inside the box. it’s surrounded by presents of many sizes in a matte green wrapping paper with tiny white snowflakes.

yukhei runs a hand over his mouth and turns to you. “this is seriously all mine?” he questions incredulously with a grin. 

you nod with a chuckle. “it’s all yours.”

“does this thing really work?” yukhei asks inquiringly while taking out the claw machine up and lifting it up easily to study the item in his grasp.

you lightly swat his thigh and notice the childlike shine in his gaze. “of course it does! i even tried it out to make sure it does. what do you think?”

his gaze finds yours and the smile and nod thrown your way makes you happy. yukhei leans over and presses a fleeting kiss on your cheek. then he’s bringing the claw machine closer to his face.

inside is filled with tiny plastic capsules with colorful covers just like he recalls from his childhood days. but instead of the inexpensive prizes inside them, what he sees in each of them is a folded up piece of paper.

“why does each of them have paper inside?”

“because…” you reach for a present from the large box he seems to have forgotten for a moment and show him the number written on the reindeer sticker tag. “each of them is numbered. the presents... like i said, they’re all yours.” yukhei laughs softly and connect his eyes to yours, listening carefully to what you are saying him. “i remember you telling me once about going to the arcades when you were a kid and how happy you were.” your voice softens and your hand rises to brush at his fluffy hair. “you’ve been nonstop working recently and pretty much almost the whole year. i thought maybe this would be a bit fun for you to do. this is nothing like the real thing, but i thought this wasn’t such a bad substitute,” you finish with a tiny grin.

it’s quiet and yukhei’s is simply staring keenly at you. his heart is about to burst from the love and appreciation that is soaring through him. he leans towards you, kissing you shortly and sweetly twice before smiling against your mouth.

“i think this might be the most creative way anyone has ever given me anything,” he murmurs, wondering how long it had taken you to think of and do this. “thank you.”

his nose touches yours affectionately for a moment before he pulls away and returns his attention to the present in his hands. “how does this turn on then?”

your hand goes over to the back of the claw machine, feeling for the black button tab to slide over. immediately there’s a sound of a brief beep as a row of tiny blue lights outlining the top cover of the machine light up. there's a look of giddiness on his face. yukhei eyes the coin slot. 

“is this taking real money?” his wondering and curious question makes you laugh and shake your head. you place the present you are holding back into the box and take out a cute bear head coin purse that has been buried within everything else. 

“here.” yukhei steadies the machine on his lap and takes what you are offering to him. he unzips the pouch and the handful of silver plastic coins he sees. 

more than amazed he is right now with you and this present.

“you have to open the little compartment on the bottom to get all the coins back.”

your voice brings him back to focus and yukhei shoots you a quick glance with a bob of his head. he takes a coin and places the pouch on the floor. then he pushes the coin in to the slot. a carnival melody instantly fills the living room along with his cheerful laughter. the small screen next to the red control stick begins flashing a fifteen second countdown that turns yukhei’s laughter into a sudden scream.

“babe, this is timed!” he yells with a beam.

it’s your turn to laugh then as the seconds disappear and he’s hurrying to place the claw machine on the table for better stability. your gaze shifts between his concentrated face and the claw he’s moving. the time ticks away and when it’s two seconds remaining, yukhei presses down on the lime green button. the claw descends down towards the capsule with an orange cover. it grabs onto it and slowly it rises up and you give him a round of applause that has him chuckling. it drops down the opening as the music stops and his prize is rolling into his awaiting open palm.

the cover he removes. the folded piece of paper he opens. your handwriting he recognizes.

“three,” yukhei says aloud.

his eyes move from the paper to the open box filled with presents. you remain quiet as yukhei finds it tucked behind number seven and number one. he drops the paper in his hands on the coffee table before his lips are curling upwards at the wrapped present. it's a bit longer than his hand and shaped like a cylinder. he gives it a gentle shake and the sound of something solid rolling back and forth is heard.

yukhei thinks for a second and looks at you. “it’s candy,” he surmises confidently with grin. but instead of confirming his prediction, you playfully shrug and move to reach for your mug of tea.

“open it, babe.”

the curve of your mouth you hide as you take a sip of the warm liquid. you watch him tear the paper, the familiar purple and pink tube coming into his and your view. his guess is correct. yukhei lets out a shock and excited yelp because the sweet treat from his childhood is something he hasn’t had in what seems like ages.

“i haven’t had these in forever.” he remembers trying to make the candy last as long as possible, but finding it nearly impossible. it was too good not to be immediately devoured. he hasn’t found this candy sold anywhere here. “where did you find this?” yukhei asks, turning to you.

“there is an online market i found that sold candy from different countries. i remember you talking about this. but you didn’t remember the name. when i saw this, i wasn’t so sure. i didn’t think it could be that different so i took a chance.” another sip you take before putting mug down.

the perforated plastic wrapper around the neon yellow cap yukhei rips off and puts on the table next to the paper. “have you tried them yet?” he asks.

you shake your head. “no, i wanted to try it with you.”

yukhei pops off the cap and in an instant, there’s a sweet scent of sugar and black currants. he shakes out the little purple gumdrop size gummies covered in sugar crystals and brings it to your mouth to eat. when the candy touches your tongue, it’s hardly a second for the flavor to fill your mouth. your sweet tooth is satisfied and you can’t help but squeal. yukhei chuckles at your pleased reaction and pops one into his own mouth. he lets it soften for a moment before he’s chewing on the candy that is transporting him back to his youth.

“i might eat this whole thing today,” he exclaims with a smile and pours out two more pieces into his palm. yukhei holds his hand out and you take one while he eats the other.

the sugar melts against your tongue. “go ahead. i ordered four of them as a just in case,” you inform him with a laugh. the information has his eyes growing big before he plops a kiss on your cheek that makes you giggle gleefully.

two more gummies he puts in his mouth and then yukhei puts the cap back on and places it on the table. he claps his hands once more and gets another coin, ready for more presents. 

you look on at him. “what’s going to be next, hmm?”

the coin goes in. the music starts up once more and the countdown begins. he has his eye on the capsule with the neon purple cover. just a bit to the back and right,  there’s four seconds left when yukhei pushes the lime green button and the claw goes back down. successful he is again and within moments another capsule is in his hand and another piece of paper he unfolds.

“number eight,” yukhei notes to you.

he finds this present in the corner of the box. it’s soft, small and rectangular like his phone. he looks at you questioningly with raised eyebrows when he hears your short and light giggles. you move closer, draping a leg over his. the wrapping paper he tears open and he’s giggling and snorts now too.

yukhei holds up the pair of cobalt blue boxer briefs with the black band embroidered with the designer name in golden yellow. his love for colorful underwear you never forget. your love of seeing him in them hasn’t changed. he pulls off every color that touches his body like no other.

“i saw them when i went shopping a few weeks ago and i immediately thought of you,” you tell him with soft chuckles.                                                                      

he turns to you and looks at you amusingly. “i’ll model these for you later, baby.” the wink yukhei throws at you makes you playfully fan yourself and he leans over and places a quick chaste kiss on your lips. then his pinky he holds out between you and him. you hook onto with a grin and without hesitation.

the underwear goes besides the tube candy and lion before he is focused on the claw machine again. another coin yukhei picks up and pushes into the slot. it’s the capsule with the hot pink cover he aims for and gets. you remain mum, pressing your lips together and stare at him.

he opens it for the paper inside. “it’s number six, baby.” yukhei says while locating the present easily among the rest of them.

whatever the item is, it is inside a box. this present is light and almost feels like nothing. then similar to present number three, yukhei hears something sliding inside when he gives it a shake. his fingers threads through his hair, brushing the strands back while he wonders what it could be. another shake and he rips the paper.  his laugh is loud and he snorts once again. his chest vibrates with those happy sounds as he focuses on you with raised eyebrows and a teasing glint in his gaze. 

the sleeves of your sweatshirt you pull over your fingers. your arms go around his neck, trying to hide the expanding beam overtaking your face. yukhei holds up the box of condoms and gives it another shake.

“we are running out anyway,” you reason with a shy chuckle. “i wanted to make sure we had enough.”

yukhei nods knowingly. the box in the drawer of his bedside table because that’s where they are kept now, has just two left.

he pulls you close, snaking an arm around you while taking a deep breath of the faint scent of vanilla on you. “you think we can use some now?” yukhei hums, almost begging wishfully.

for the last few weeks, exhausted yukhei has been after the long days of practices for the end of the year performances and filming content to be released later. plans for a comeback are being laid out on top of that too. 

it hasn’t been any better for you either. the work load on your desk seemingly building daily. he has come home to find your desk scattered with open books and papers surrounding the computer. and once you and him finally lay in the bed that always is warmer when he is there, sleep won the battle each time.

yukhei has missed you.

your face turns until the tip of your nose is tickling his warm cheek. “soon, baby,” you murmur, smiling against his skin.

and that is all you say. your response, your voice is soft and seductive and yukhei is honestly ready to abandon the remaining presents for a little while and use what’s in his hold.

he doesn’t though.

because it’s the opposite of present number eight. you hold out your pinky for him. his charming and boyish laugh filters into your ears. he nods slowly and lifts his pinky to hook onto yours, energized and anticipating for the soon. you are about to release his finger, but he doesn’t let go of it. instead he draws a few inches back so he can look at you clearly. yukhei sees your eyes sparkling and that beam on your face is sugary sweet. 

a playful defeated sigh he lets out. “such a tease.”

his pout and accusation make you chuckle and kiss him softly, sucking on his bottom lip for a second longer. and it satisfies him for now because you stay close with your arms wrapped around him too. your head tilts towards his and the present for later is set aside because he wants to try at another gift.

“you’re liking this so far?” you inquire as he gets another coin.

the tiny plastic circle  yukhei pushes in. “i’m loving this so far,” he cheers with the music playing once more. even with the seconds disappearing, he turns away briefly from the game to give you a quick peck.

you hum happily as he returns to the game. the control he moves strategically. you’re wondering which one he is going to pick up and he’s speculating what else is in store for him. the lime button he presses. within moments, the capsule with the turquoise lid is in his hand. you are silent and watching as yukhei opens it and takes out the paper.

“it’s number eleven,” he announces with glee despite you seeing the number yourself.

you shift a bit to let him search for the present he has won. your nerves start to act up. there is a flip to your stomach.

then the correct present yukhei finds underneath present number two. it’s a box again. but this one is flatter and just a tad bit smaller than the previous gift. it’s light too, almost weighing like nothing in his hand. he shakes it but no sound is heard. his brows quirk up, glancing at you because his curiosity heightens. down he looks. the first tear of the wrapping paper he makes. you unconsciously chew on the inside of your cheek. a second rip to the paper has your heart skipping a beat because the box is revealed.

it’s the same maroon box like his gift to you and when he flips the box over, he gets his confirmation.

yukhei is staring at the gold cursive name printed on the top. he’s chuckling softly in joyful wonderment and disbelief. he gazes up briefly, the faint bob of your head thrown his way encourages him to continue. his focus returns to the present. the lid he takes off and puts underneath the bottom. the black velvet fabric he pulls back and he’s beaming at what he sees.

“do you like it?”

it’s your turn to ask now.

the hope and nervousness is laced in your question. yukhei takes the bracelet out and puts the box on the coffee table next to everything else. your fingers run up a soothing touch along the nape of his neck and the ends of his hair. you stare at him as he feels the cord band of the bracelet. he notes the three intertwining rings of gold, silver and rose gold that is a replica of the ring that is currently in his jewelry box on top of the dresser in the bedroom.

your eyes lower a little to the item in his hands. “i wanted to get you something that you could wear even during performances and promotions… if you wanted to. this was light and i thought you could wear this comfortably.” because more jewelry he sometimes has to wear for the stages. “and unless someone is looking closely, it is simple that it shouldn’t draw too much attention to anyone.” as much as he loves you and you love him, the world doesn’t know it yet. you clear your throat slightly. “you probably noticed too that it’s the same trinity winwin got you. i thought it would look nice with how they matches,” you finish quietly, keeping your gaze steady on the present in his hands. 

love, fidelity and friendship, yukhei has them all with you.

the quiet encompasses you and him for minute. he takes in your words, feeling amazed at the present and you. then suddenly you feel the gentle bump against your temple with his head. your eyes lift to meet his. yukhei nods and gradually leans forward to connect your mouths together. 

this kiss is slow. your hold onto the back of his neck, tilts his head the slightest for your mouth to mold so perfectly along his. the want and need is there. his tongue teases his way into your mouth and you release a little whimper of bliss. yukhei drags you closer, a hand gently gripping onto your waist. he pushes forward, intensifying the way he is sucking on your lips. 

but air and a little more time you need.

you tenderly nip on his top lip and pull back. dazed he looks as he catches his breath. you press your forehead to his while his thumb rises to wipe the wetness from the corners of your mouth. 

“so you like it?” you breathe out quietly.

the chuckle yukhei releases is airy and carefree. “yeah, i love it. thank you.”

his whispered words of gratitude makes you beam bashfully. he moves back and you watch him roll the bracelet onto his left wrist. once it’s on, yukhei straightens the cord properly. he tugs on your right hand to bring it to the front and intertwines his fingers with yours.

your presents to each other are side by side. the sight makes him proud. the warmth blooms in your chest.

“great minds think alike, huh, baby?” he whispers.

and it doesn’t take long for you to giggle lightly and bob your head in agreement. you shift and reach for the bear’s head still filled with a few more coins next to him. a little shake you give it and the tiny jingle is heard.

“you’re still not done yet. there’s more for you.” 

your voice is sweet and cute and it has yukhei looking between you and what you’re holding. the grin on your face is bright and excited, but the tiniest hint of mischief in your eyes he catches.

“are you up to something?” he questions, narrowing his gaze playfully.

and your question from this morning you recall. you laugh while shaking your head. slowly he takes what you are holding.

“no, baby, i’m not. you just have more presets. that’s all,” you reply with ease.

but your words and tone are unconvincing because yukhei still eyes you suspiciously. there really is that sweet trouble in your gaze. the smile forming on his face can’t be stopped as he turns his attention on the mini claw machine in front of him again.

a coin is taken out. he mentally counts the eight remaining capsules left.  yukhei deposits the money into the slot.

“what color is next?”

the music plays.

“how about...”

however the sentence yukhei doesn’t complete. instead a little to the left and then to the right before he moves the claw back. one second remains and then he pushes the button for the claw to descend. you watch as it opens to grab hold of the capsule with the fire engine red cover. your face warms. the claw rises up with his choice and in a matter of seconds, it is drop into the opening again. your heart beats quicker. he opens the capsule and takes out the piece of paper to unfold.

“number nine,” he says with a charming smile.

yukhei shows you the written number with a bright smile that makes his dimples faintly appear. he turns to the presents that still remain, looking for the what he has won.

his search will be fruitless though.

you watch along, bringing a hand up to shield the smile you are having some trouble controlling. he lifts and turns presents over a few times to double check the numbers.

there’s the faintest of a frown on his plump lips. “babe, i think you forgot a present cause i don’t see it,” he informs you.

yukhei turns to look at you and waits for a response. you do your best to suppress the grin on your face and avoid his gaze. but he doesn’t miss it because he can see the slight crinkle at the corners of yours eyes. his eyes narrow suspiciously at you once more. that frown present moments ago disappears.

“did you hide it?” he accuses you with a giggle.

you finally lift your head up to meet his gaze. you let out an airy laugh and shake your head.

“i didn’t hide it,” you tell him with your smile steady.

you shift, taking the capsule and paper still in his hand and put it on the coffee table. 

“i really didn’t hide it.” you reassure him again. 

then with your hand intertwining with his, you get onto your knees. you move until you are straddling his thighs with your knees against the floor. yukhei pushes his glasses up with his index finger and he sits up straighter. his free hand settles on your waist as you bring his hand you are clasping up to your lips. a sweet kiss you press on the back of it once and twice.

before yukhei has a chance to speak and question you again, you beat him to it. “i didn’t hide it. i promise, babe.”

the reassurance you give him is followed by a tiny curve of your mouth that widens in seconds.

“you’ll get it. but just humor me for a minute because i just want to ask you something first.” yukhei’s nodding slowly, his mind wondering and confused what this is all about. “what do you think of my sweatshirt?” you ask him coolly.

the way his brows furrow, the puzzled look that suddenly etches across his face has you softly chuckling and finding him absolutely adorable. he stares at you because you are serious. the nod in encouragement to just go along with you and answer your question he gets from you. 

his eyes moves to the article of clothing in question. yukhei recalls commenting on it when you and him had decorated the christmas tree together two weeks ago. the bright white reminds him of the clean snow of last night. the thick material makes you look warm, cuddly and huggable. it increases his desire to just cozy up with you.

“i told you i liked it. maybe next year we can find a matching shirt to go with our pants,” he responds, wide eyes meeting yours once more.

another short bob of your head you give him. “and the snowflakes?”

yukhei glances down again, his gaze sweeping over the printed on red snowflakes in varying sizes all over the front. “they’re cute…” he answers. “but not as cute as you,” he teasingly adds in.

you giggle at his cheesiness and embarrassment before you’re gently pecking him on his grinning mouth. it takes a moment to regain your composure as he rubs a little at your waist through the sweatshirt.

“last question...” yukhei stops laughing but the boyish smile is still present. you give his hand a tiny squeeze and he nods because he’s ready for the question. “can you count how many snowflakes you see?” your final question you ask him.

and to say yukhei isn’t more baffled about what you are doing than he already was sixty seconds ago is an understatement. the inside of your cheeks you chew on momentarily. his hand you release as you lift both arms up just to make sure he sees them all.

despite how curious he still is about where this is all leading to, yukhei trusts you because he does what you ask. you’re silent staring at how his pillowy lips move the slightest as he murmurs off the numbers. he counts it once, his eyes going from snowflake to snowflake. then he counts them again just to be certain he didn’t miscount the first time. his unoccupied hand rises and the tip of his index finger touches each red snowflake.

after he is finished, yukhei looks at you again. “there are nine snowflakes.”

your lips you press together and the bob of your head is faint. he stares at you, eyebrows wrinkled a lot because the mischief and sweet trouble in your eyes has returned.

nine snowflakes.

you intertwine your hand with his again and bring it to your mouth, placing another kiss on the back of his hand. a lot lost yukhei is right now, wondering about what connection this has to do with his missing present.

nine snowflakes.

your free hands settles on the back of his neck. you brush back and forth his warm skin. your bottom lip catches between your teeth, certain his mind is in overdrive trying to understand.

nine snowflakes. nine snowflakes. nine snowflakes.

it’s silent. a minute and another passes. then you’re watching with delight at how his puzzled expression disappears and is replaced with one of shock and surprise as his brows relax. his hand leaves your waist and covers his wide open smile before it rises and threads through his hair. yukhei lets out a slow deep exhale. a low groan then laugh quickly follows out as he shakes his head. he pushes his frames up and stares at you in amazement.

you are truly something else.

yukhei really cannot believe it. your hand he releases. he should have realized earlier. your cheeks he cups. forehead against yours, the proximity between your and his growing beams are just centimeters apart.

“are you my present?”

his question is shy. the short faint nod in confirmation is even shyer.

“yeah, i hope you’re not disappointed.”

your hand reaches to grip gently at his shirt. his thumbs are stroking your cheeks. the shine in your gaze is obvious and the warmth is expanding in his chest. yukhei tips forward and breathes in deep. 

he shakes his head slowly. “no, i’m not disappointed at all,” yukhei murmurs truthfully because with you, never he is. 

then his nose bumps and grazes yours. he erases those centimeters, teasing your top lip between his. but you’re pouting ever so slightly and he chuckles breathlessly and yukhei gives you what you want. 

the kiss is soft and intense.

his hold on your cheeks lowers a touch to tip your head up. your hand grips gently on the hairs on the back of his neck. his tongue little by little slides into the warmth of your mouth. your tiny whimpers come out between the wet sounds of your hungry mouths. a hand drops and his arms circles your waist to push your body closer as if you aren’t already sitting on him.

but as much as you want this to continue, there is just one more thing.

you reluctantly break away, reaching to tenderly grasp his face to pull him away. you are feeling dizzy in the best possible way and yukhei groans and chases after your mouth with an airy drunk laugh. breaths are ragged and hearts are racing. your arms move to drape over his broad shoulders while his hands move to rest on either side of your middle. he stares at you like he’s a little tipsy and a lot lovestruck. his wet plump lips are turned up into a charming smile on his face.

yukhei hums. “is that all, babe?” he teases because he’s not done.

he wants more.

always with you he is insatiable.

your laughter is light while you give him a shake of your head. your tongue peaks out to lick at your lips. “no...” your words trail off and his hands you reach for.

slowly you guide them to underneath your sweatshirt, his touch still slightly cold on your bare skin like earlier in the  morning. your head turns and then your mouth is beside his ear. his hands begin to slowly roam around your skin because like a habit yukhei can’t break from. and when his touch gradually goes higher and higher until he’s grazing alongside something that was not there this morning.

your seductive chuckles tickle his skin and heart.

“unwrap me, baby.”

your lips nip the shell of his ear. the tip of your tongue teases his skin. he feels it again to make certain he isn’t hallucinating. then you slowly lean back to get a better look at his lit up face. the way you are licking your bottom lip has him doing the same. the quiet whine and the innocent pout as you flutter your lashes make him raise an eyebrow.

slowly yukhei removes his hand from underneath the sweatshirt and lifts it up. the faint and low groan escapes from his mouth as he stares at your floral laced covered breasts that are pushed very up. they look so full and perfect in the vibrant holiday red color that is so pretty on you. he wants to touch and he does, holding the sweatshirt with one hand as his other runs his tender touch over your chest. yukhei angles his head a bit and bites his lip. the delicate mesh material that wraps around you he likes too and this combination of lace and mesh has him chuckling in joy. 

regardless if you have worn seductive and teasing pieces, he is still excited each time. 

you’re beautiful and absolute perfection.

a little squeak you let out from his gently squeezes. your back arches a little, hoping for more of his touches. and yukhei swears he feels the slight twitch in his pajama bottoms as he smiles and laughs lowly. he is pleased at the sight of you and your reactions. both his hands work then to fold and bunch up the sweatshirt for it to not fall and cover you up. his large hands run gently up and down your sides, cherishing the softness and warmth of your flesh until he cups both of your breasts. he tears his eyes away from the flawlessness and look up to meet your eyes.

your beam is sugary and unashamed at how he is enjoying himself right now. “i know you like the tops with the zippers...” you start.

yukhei chuckles and nods within seconds because he knows exactly what you are talking about. the tops you exercise in. the tops he can’t get enough of seeing you in. the tops he still fucks you in after the exercise sessions together. the tops he leaves unzipped because you’re still the prettiest thing he has ever unwrapped.

“but it’s christmas and i wanted to give you a proper wrapping... bows and all,” you whisper with a mischievous grin.

he quirks an eyebrow. the curve of his mouth grows. “bows?”

and it takes a second for yukhei to notice the small and delicate satin bow in a matching shade sewn in the center between the cups.

yet he only sees one.

just like before you guide his hands. but instead of traveling up this time though, you shift them lower until his fingertips slip below the waistband of your pajama bottoms. yukhei gets the hint because you let go of his hands for him to undo the knot of the white drawstrings. the sweatshirt you hold up with one hand as he grabs onto the top of waistband. you grip on his shoulder gently with the other as you get on your knees. your bottoms he push down and again he’s letting out an airy laugh because he really likes what he see here too.

to your knees yukhei pushes the fabric and you’re giggling as you sit back down on his thighs. your slippers fall from your feet when you lift your legs for him to pull the pants completely off your legs. he discards the article of clothing beside him while you settle back comfortably on him. the combination of lace over your breasts and mesh wrapped around you covers your pussy as well. 

the matching bow in the front of small triangle he stares at, swallowing the lump in his throat. you spread your legs. your feet move to plant firmly on the wood floors. and yukhei truly thinks you are trying to kill him because the fabric that is over your core is barely an inch wide. he gets a glimpse of your folds peeking alongside the edges. you watch as he wipes the corner of his mouth with the pad of his thumb because he’s not sure where to start and what to unwrap first.

yukhei feels another twitch in his pajama bottoms as he groans under his breath.

“this is like a two in one present, you know that?” he whispers in awe and in jest. 

but to your ears, he sounds slightly amused and desperate. it has you briefly tilting your head as you laugh softly.

his hands move to grip gently your thighs before they slowly slide back. yukhei grunts lowly, happy to feel just the flesh of your soft ass because there is no back coverage. both your hands rests on his chest while your knees drop to either sides of him once more. with a sugary smile, you settle right over him. you feel the slight bulge and gasp quietly as you roll your hips again and again. he grunts again. his eyes turn downcast, watching your hips roll like waves. your movements has him growing harder and you a bit wetter while he stares.

once you stop a minute later to catch your breath, you loop your arms around him. an eyebrow of yours arches. your eyes twinkle. “so what do you think? do you like it?” 

for the second time today you’re asking him. however you are simply teasing because you feel his reaction even if he does not explicitly tell you his thoughts.

regardless though yukhei nods. he really does because he’s latching onto your mouth again. the kiss is fervent and wet. your sweatshirt bit by bit falls down. you bite his lower lip while his hands squeeze your ass to elicit a moan before one them shifts a little. suddenly you feel his fingers running along the delicate fabric between your supple ass cheeks. you mewl into his mouth and he grins when he slowly pushes the barrier aside to touch your wet core. 

you feel a little too warm.

your hands clutch onto his shirt. your mouth falls from his as you rise a bit to give him more room to access you. his eyes finds your still twinkling gaze. yukhei strokes you. so soft, smooth and wet you are. after a minute, he slowly pushes a finger into your pussy. he coos when you whimper against his skin. he pulls it out and pushes it back in before repeating it a handful of times. you bite down on your lower lip suppressing the pleased noises when he slides a second digit in. and the two fingers feel better than one as he continues to gently work your pussy and squeezes your ass with the other. the wet sounds of him playing with you makes you moan happily.

“mmm, i miss this,” you breathe out slowly with a tiny smile. carefully you push down on his fingers when he retracts them a little.

yukhei chuckles, letting you fuck yourself on his fingers for a moment. “you’re so wet, baby.” he slowly stops you and removes his fingers  and shows the shiny coat on his skin. “look at this.” 

before you can react or move forward, he licks the digits clean with a satisfied groan. your ass drops back down while your arousal shoots into your pussy watching him grin blissfully when he is done. you lean in and kiss him, hoping for a little remnant of yourself. it's faint and he hears the little sighs into his mouth. 

when he breaks from you, foreheads press together. you bring a hand to his lips and outline his wet lips with your fingers.

“is the soon now?” yukhei quietly asks with a teasing lip bite.

your laugh is breathless, remembering what he had asked before. his eyes sparkle. 

“just one thing,” you reply serenely. 

he nods, the beam on his face so brilliant and charming right now. you back away. what you so desperately want is already in your mind as you move down his long legs a bit to get to the drawstrings of his pajama bottoms. yukhei watches your eager fingers work on the knot while he threads his fingers through his hair to push back the strands. he fixes his glasses just as you pull down the front of his pajama bottoms to reveal the black fabric of his boxer briefs. he hears the light sounds from your smiling lips while you stare in awe at the bulge.

yukhei grunts and you push up your sleeves of the sweatshirt and palm his straining cock. the gold around your wrist against the black fabric makes him moan proudly. 

you look up. “can i baby?” your request is sugary and the small tilt of his head he gestures lets you know to continue on.

his t-shirt you push up, revealing to you the leopard print waistband that you hook your fingers onto. you work to bring the front down. it takes a few tugs of the tight material and his cock is released. his groan fills your ears and you feel another rush into your pussy.

he's hard and looking delicious and your mouth begins to water. but before you make your move, you work again to get the fitted fabric pushed down enough for his balls to come out too. you want them as well. and once you are successful, you glance up briefly at him. the curve of your pretty and slightly swollen lips is so sweet and innocent as yukhei spreads out his arms against the seats of the couch. he can’t stop his soft chuckles at how you look and what you are going to do.

“go ahead.” he whispers lovingly.

your eyes turn downcast at the green light and you reach for his cock. the soft grip has him grunting again but much louder this time. your touch starts from the base to the tip in slow and tantalizing strokes. he inhales deeply and lets it out slow. your wrist rotates up and down around his cock that is growing with every twist of your hand. 

you let go of his cock and t-shirt and scoot down his legs a bit more until you are comfortable in a position to your liking. then you lower yourself, the front of your sweatshirt grazing his pajama bottoms. yukhei holds onto the hem of his shirt against his torso as you grip his cock again. sliding your hand up and down repeatedly once more, you shoot him a fleeting teasing smile. your free hand presses on his thigh and your tongue darts out. your gaze stays on him when you take your first leisure lick of the underside of his length like it’s an ice cream cone. 

how you have truly missed this with his recent schedules and practices and your own work. 

you hum with happiness at his pleased grin. then one and two more licks you take before your lips eagerly cover the tip. you gently suck the head and yukhei sharply sucks in a deep breath. but then the way you put a bit more suction has him letting out a moan. you feel the confidence in you swell. a little lower you go until your mouth reaches your fist  still holding him. your mouth feels so warm and he shudders while you pull back and go back down again. 

“baby, your mouth feels so fucking good,” yukhei moans without restraints. 

you freeze for a moment.

as much you love how his cock feels in your hands, it does not compare to the feeling of him in your mouth. it feels so much more. you relish the heaviness in your mouth. you enjoy the veins and ridges against your tongue. you move back again, the wetness from your mouth visible on his cock as a lone line of saliva trails from your mouth to his tip. you giggle and yukhei chuckles lowly at the slight messiness whenever you blow him. he watches your hands begin to stroke him using the wetness you left behind. you tip forward, your tongue coming out again. this time it’s to swirl around the head while your touch works the base. his moans echoes the wet sounds of your touches on his cock.

soft laughter slips from your lips. “mmm, do you like that baby?” another swirl of your tongue. yukhei groans, staring intently at you and the curve of your ass slightly in the air at this position. “missed this so much.”

you tilt your head a bit and press your tongue flat on the underside and drag the wet muscle up. you repeat it a few of times and the moans from deep within his throat pleases you too much.

“you like being licked like that? hmm? tell me what you want,” you tease.

the groan yukhei releases is his only response because the base of his cock firms a little. your mouth wraps around the head again. a handful of soft tantalizing sucks, you slowly start descending down on his cock once more. inch by inch he disappears into your mouth. he wants to shut his eyes for a second at the pleasure, but he doesn’t want to miss a moment.

he groans. “fuck, babe.” 

you bob your head, moving your mouth on him the way he likes before popping him gently from your mouth. yukhei notices the bit of saliva on your chin when you look up at him and reaches forward to tenderly wipe it away. you hum softly in appreciation while your hand moves up his cock while the other rub at his thighs. his hand rests on the back of your head, caressing you affectionately. your thumb brushes back and forth over the slit as your hand gently moves his cock up a little more so you can have a taste of something else for a minute. 

your head angles a bit, nearly laying on his thigh when you lean forward and kiss and kitten lick his balls. he huffs loudly when you delicately suck on them and curses when your mouth widens to carefully cradle them in your mouth. the warmth combined with the tender swipes of your tongue around them, you feel the tiny bit of stickiness on the pad of your thumb that has been rubbing his slit. yukhei tears his eyes away from you and shifts his gaze to his cock.

it’s reddening and he is desperate for more.

and yukhei thinks you might be thinking the same because you release his balls. you sit up for a second. then eyes connect as you bring your thumb up to your wet lips and suck on what’s there.

his laugh is warm and soft when your lower lip juts out in a playful little pout. “i want more, yukhei.”

you turn back to his cock, your mind imagining how he will be releasing into your mouth. then yukhei watches with pleasure at your enthusiasm as you lower yourself again. he stares at your smiling lips encasing over his cock. he is halfway nestled in the warmth of your mouth before you start bobbing your head. 

yukhei lifts his other arm away from the couch, both hands settle on the back of your head while your mouth moves up and down. he doesn’t push you forward or keep you down. he just wants to hold you someway somehow right now. the loud wet sucking sounds of you enjoying his cock fills his ears and makes him feel bigger in your mouth and pride in his chest. after a minute you pull back for a few deep breaths. the smile on your face when you make eye contact with him is sugary and satisfied before you return to the task of sucking him. 

but as much as yukhei always enjoy his cock in your mouth and he feels the slightest tightness in his stomach, the box on the table catches his attention.

he really has missed you. 

yukhei wants to feel you differently for now. he wants to feel more than the warmth of your mouth.

“babe...” 

your eyes turn up to him when you feel the gentle pats on your head. you reluctantly take him out and hum softly. he pushes his locks back. “can you stop and sit up?” 

he chuckles at the faint frown on your face. regardless though you obliged but not without one parting lick from the base to the top with a light kiss to the tip. then you’re sitting up and slowly dragging yourself up his legs to his thighs with your knees grazing the wood floors. his hands cups your heated face and brings you closer so he can kiss you. 

it’s chaste and sweet despite what your mouth has been doing the last few minutes. 

you break apart from him. “you know, i was enjoying that,” you murmur in teasing sadness alongside his grinning lips.

yukhei laughs and it makes the bottom of your lip jut out. but then the brushes on your skin makes you feel a bit better. “i was too, baby.” you whimper in response because you want him. “but i was thinking of something else we can enjoy first,” he whispers softly. 

you shoot him a questioning look. the box of condoms yukhei reaches for and holds in front of you. your lips break out in a bright beam. you place a peck on the tip of his nose and hum quietly. 

“i can still finish later though,” you insist with a twinkle in your eyes.

he nods, laughing once again. “most definitely, babe.”

your delighted squeal thinks maybe he shouldn’t have let you finished. but then you fist his cock again, going up and down as his fingers are sliding underneath the glue flaps of the box. you lean back a bit and place your feet on the floor to spread you legs a little wider. how wet you were before, you are more now because he sees the faintest darker shade of the fabric. his fingers gradually freeze and yukhei can’t help but smirk when you shift a few inches closer. one hand rest on his knees behind you and carefully you lift your hips up. 

then yukhei watches, entranced at how you begin to rub the underside of his cock alongside your cloth pussy. he feels the slightest graze of your folds. you whimper. your hips roll. your face warms. you are ready, excited and know exactly what you’re doing to him because his hand moves to rest on your hips.

“when are you going to unwrap me, baby?” you mewl seductively. “mmm, yukhei, i want your cock.”

and reluctantly his eyes leave the teasing show to look at you. what he finds is a sweet yet wicked look etched on your face. you whimper once more; the sound so enticing and desperate. 

yukhei shakes his head and bites his lip. “you’re going to kill me,” he chuckles almost bashfully. 

his words instantly make you giggle and you stop the motions of your hips. but you continue with tender caresses of his cock as he focus on ripping what he needs. the box he places back on the coffee table and you sit back down on his thighs, knees falling to the floor again. you watch in anticipation while he rips the foil. you let go of his cock for him to slowly roll the condom over his harden length. he grunts under his breath at the sensitivity. 

you rise on your knees. “can i ride you?” you request. 

the tip he pinches as he glimpses between you and the wooden floor. he pats your thigh. “stand up,” he says gently.

hands on his shoulders, you push yourself up to stand. yukhei glances up at you. for a moment you think he’s going to pull your underwear down. but he doesn’t. instead he reaches to rub you tenderly in the front, feeling the lace and mesh.

“so pretty,” he quietly murmurs with a smile. 

your face warms and yukhei brings himself up. his pajama bottoms slightly falls and he pushes them down until they’re at his feet. he steps out of them and his slippers before he takes a seat on the couch. his legs spread and a hand goes around his cock. you watch him give it a few long strokes and pumps.

yukhei looks up, the ends of his mouth curling up. “come here, baby.” he tells you, patting his thigh.

you walk the short distance and your hand he takes as you climb onto the couch and straddle his thighs once again. your feet on either side of him, he throws his head back a little. his hands massages your thighs and you hum at the tender strokes on your skin and the soft look on his face.

“is this okay? i didn’t want you hurting your knees on the floor. i thought it would be more comfortable like this,” he whispers.

your head tilts a bit. the warmth on your cheeks intensifies.

always sweet he is.

yukhei slowly begins folding up your sweatshirt again. his thumbs brushing over your lace covered your nipples. “yeah, i’m good,” you reassure him with a little grin.

you lift one of his hands and press a kiss to the middle of his palm. soon enough your eyes turn downcast. his cock you are holding gently and firmly again. you rise, crouching with your legs parted and your feet placed against the couch because this angle will be better. immediately yukhei cups your ass, massaging the exposed soft flesh. one hand grips onto his shoulder.

his long finger hooks onto the fabric between your ass, pulling it to the side again and away from your core. you hum happily at the slight coolness.

he gives you a soft nod. “let’s go, baby.”

with eyes connected and matching beams on your faces, you guide yourself down onto his cock. you mewl at the tip entering your pussy. the stretch feels too good and you can’t stop from huffing. he grunts lowly in his throat at the different kind of cozy his cock is surrounded by right now.

“yeah, keep going,” yukhei encourages faintly and affectionately.

when you are halfway down, you rise up until it’s just his tip is in you again. a deep breath you take and he watches you lick your lips before you sink back down just halfway. you repeat this once and then again, each time making him groan and want you a little more. 

then the base of his cock you finally let go. his eyes lower and your hand goes to your knee. yukhei manages to settle a hand on your waist to steady you without looking away. his plump lips are slightly parted at the sight of his cock little by little disappearing.

your walls feel like velvet and his cock feels at home.

and slowly but surely he fills you up, making you chew on the inside of your cheeks at the wonderful feeling of his cock finally and completely in your pussy after the last few weeks. you stare at him and his face is in awe. his cheeks puff out and his tongue sweeps across his curling lips. your body shifts and stills to adjust to him. he looks at where you and him connect and his hands rise up to make certain your sweatshirt will stay up so he can see your bouncing breasts. his head lifts to find you watching him with a sparkle in your eyes.

you giggle softly. “did you enjoy the show?” you coo.

yukhei wants to laugh. he wants to tell you he can watch you sinking down on his cock every day. but then you suddenly bounce once and twice and he thinks what he wants to tell you can maybe wait until later. your hands move to fist his t-shirt and his hand wipes across his mouth before they fall to his side. he’s watches the tiny smirk form on your face as you pant and fuck yourself down on his cock.

“mmm, yukhei. you feel so big, baby,” you whine, the sensations spreading through your body.

your covered breasts bounce with each of your movements despite being still covered and yukhei thinks the sight is absolutely hypnotizing. he huffs before smiling almost dreamily at you. he reaches for them, his light massages on your breasts makes you whimper. 

you slow your movements as his large hands cups them. gradually your knees lower and it takes a moment to steady your heavy breathing. his eyes find yours and you hum. within seconds then you start to roll your hips.

yukhei grunts and you grin. a deep breath you take to start up a consistent rhythm that makes him drop his hands from your breasts to grip onto your hips. 

he moans loudly. “yeah, baby, ride me. you like this, don’t you?” he swallows the large gulps of air as a sweet giggle suddenly escapes from you. your hands spread on his chest for better balance. never too slow and never too fast, you keep the nice and enticing pace going for a few minutes.

his half lidded eyes dance around you. he is mesmerized by the blissed look on your face and your slightly open mouth with the whines rolling out.

a hand rises and he cradles your cheek. yukhei leans forward and his lips finds yours in a bit of a messy and wet kiss. you moan into his mouth. he nips at you and the roll of your hips gradually halt so you can savor the kiss. noses brush against each other. his tongue glides into your mouth and your hands slide up to slither your arms around his neck loosely.

you pull back first, needing air and he hums softly and approvingly at how you lick your semi swollen lips. the upward curl of his wet lips is charming while yukhei settles his hand on your hip again. he nudges you gently and you laugh lightly before you start up once more, rocking down on his cock. you feel so full. your arms remain around his neck. a little quicker you move. your face stay so close to his. he watches you with fascination and love. it has you feeling heat spread over your cheeks. 

yukhei coos with each of your moans that you let out. his hands reach behind and he squeezes your ass. he closes the small distance between your mouth and this time the kiss is quick, but sweet. he smiles so lovingly yet you see the way his eyes darken a little.

he hums. “do you want a little help?”

you can’t help the tiny squeak that comes out. you can’t stop yourself from slowly grinning a little bit too much as you nod faintly because you like what will be happening next. you angle forward. he sits up a bit. your forehead is just mere inches away from his. your arms are still around him, but your hands are fisting his shirt by his collar behind his neck.

within seconds, he grips on your ass tightly. faint crescent moons are pressed into your supple ass. 

and yukhei is helping you along.

he moves you up and down, making you fuck yourself on his cock harder and faster. your mind is suddenly in a blur. the pace you had before is nothing like this. this is what he wants after the time apart. he is relentless and you feel yourself sink into the euphoria of his cock stroking your walls.   

you whine. “fuck, yukhei. baby, fuck .” your face and your sounds are desperate. “mmm, oh yeah, baby. fuck, baby.”

the air around him feels thicker. his breathing becomes heavier against your skin. the sounds from you grow higher and come out quicker. the tingling builds in your stomach. the sweatshirt falls once more and it’s hot. you want to open the window for the cold winter air. but you can’t utter a word of it because all you want is to get to your high. 

“oh fuck,” you moan. “faster, baby.” 

and for a split second yukhei manages to chuckle. “are you close?” he groans out. 

he is. he is so close because that slight tightness from when you were blowing him has been increasing ever since. but he wants it for you first. you nod, your whimpers begging him for more.

yukhei smiles softly. “don’t look away, okay? stay with me, baby.” 

and with eyes remaining as steady as possible with one another, he grants your wish. you’re fucking down on his cock quicker and with more force. his grip tightens and the muscles on his arms are more apparent. the pressure in your stomach grows and grows.

“come on, baby. you got this.”

yukhei encourages into your skin until you do.

your body is trembling as you sob out his name. there is a slight wetness at the corners of your eyes. your pants are heavy as you lean towards him, your damp forehead pressing against his own damp skin. you can’t fight it as your eyes shut for a moment. yukhei holds you tight and tries his best to breathe through his nose as he relishes the quick and sweet squeezes of your walls around his cock. 

slowly your gaze find his that has remained on your face and you stare with a small and almost shy smile at how he’s licking his lips.

a little more pressure he needs.

yukhei hums. “you okay?” 

a nod you give him and leisurely he begins to guide you back and forth on his cock. you’re so sensitive and the adorable whine that slips from you makes yukhei let out a breathless chuckle. your arms unwrap from around him and you place them on his board shoulders. a deep breath you take. your heart still thumps a little bit quicker than normal. but you shoot him a sweet grin. 

“let me, babe.”

he had given you your high. you will give him his. 

yukhei bobs his head as your knees dig a bit into the seat below him while the top of your feet anchors onto his thighs. his hands settle on your hips. soon enough they moving, alternating between deep circular motions and hard thrusts down. 

he huffs, his release just around the corner. “mmm, yeah. keep fucking yourself on me, baby.”

your eyes stay connected and breaths stay ragged. the living room fills with quiet whimpers and low grunts. the pressure in him builds with each of motions of your hips. you let go of his shoulder and he nods and chuckles as you work to push up the sweatshirt that has fallen. 

one of his hand reaches to cup your breast and you let out a tiny squeak. the added visual of just how truly beautiful you are to him, the remembrance that he is the only one who can touch you, does the trick. yukhei is digging his fingertips into your hips. his head he throws back and he lets out a string of whispered curses. he feels himself throb inside your faintly clenching walls.

you feel happy and tilt towards him to bestow kisses on his cheek. you shift, burying your face into the crook of his neck and take a deep breath. you rest for a minute and he lets you stay like this until you lift your head away and turn to him. yukhei does the same. he pushes up his glasses and you can’t help but notice how he looks a little fucked. the laugh you let out is like sugar and too infectious. he lazily removes himself from the back of the seat to get closer to you. his arms wrap around your waist, sneaking underneath the sweatshirt as your hands cup his face for a short moment before your arms go around his neck. you feel his thumb caressing lazy circles on your skin. 

your eyes take in his content and relaxed face. you tip forward to place a chaste affectionate kiss on his puckered lips. 

you smile alongside his mouth. “hi.”

his eyes shine. “hi yourself.”

a few inches you draw back to get a better look at his face once more. your gaze sweeps over his features and his soft look.

“you know you were suppose to unwrap me before you fuck me,” you murmur with a teasing and sweet curve of your lips.

yukhei shakes his head faintly. the curl of his mouth expands in front of your eyes and matches yours. “i thought it would be better to unwrap you on the bed,” he tells you with his voice soft and tone just as teasing.

the way your face lights up is unmistakable yukhei lets out an airy laugh that makes you feel warm. “but let me pull out first.”

you nod and shift back a little. he holds the base and you watch as he tugs himself out, a thread like string of your high is visible before it breaks. you pout at the lost connection. yukhei holds his cock, careful of not getting anything on his boxer briefs or his t-shirt even if he is certain laundry will be done at some time today. he leans forward to place a gentle peck to your lips.

“i’ll clean this up and meet you in the bedroom, okay? go wait for me.” yukhei whispers to you, giggling when your frown turns upside down.

one more fleeting kiss and he rests a hand on the side of your thigh as you unfold your legs and turn on his lap. you place your bare feet on the floor and stand, giving him a view of your smooth ass. but your legs feel like jelly and you are wet and sticky in between your legs. you hear the amused sound behind you and you freeze briefly to steady your balance. his hand holds on your elbow to steady you.

a second passes before you takes a step, giving yukhei the space to stand up himself. he lets go of your elbow and your feet slip into your slippers while he does the same. you turn around and press a slow and intense kiss to his mouth. yukhei pushes forward a bit, making you sigh and feeling a little bit more wet than you already are. but before he has a chance to slide his tongue into your warm mouth, you pull back. he watches the faint glimmer and mischief flickering in your eyes as your tongue peeks out to lick your lips.

yukhei nods with a twitch of his own wet lips. “i’ll be quick.”

walking through the wrapping paper and mess on the floor, you part ways. to the bathroom he turns to while you move towards the bedroom. 

the bed you usually have made in the morning is still messy. a holiday you tell yourself. and besides, it will be messy soon again anyway. you go to the large window to pull back the matching curtains from living room. you turn around and take the handful of steps to the bed. your slippers drop from your feet when you crawl on the mattress. two pillows you haphazardly put on top of one another before you lay down. you quietly sigh, curling onto your side as you bring your hand up. you eye the eighteen carat gold wrapped around your wrist.

you feel the flips of your stomach. the words engraved you whisper to yourself. you feel the warmth spreading from your chest to the tip of your toes.

he is something else entirely in a league of his own.

and when yukhei comes in a few minutes later, he finds you staring and enamored at the present. your fingertips graze the jewelry while the box of condoms he has brought in from the living room is placed on his bedside table. your gaze finally turns to look up at him. his cock is tucked back into his underwear. his hair is tied back in a little ponytail on the top of his head. combined with the frames on his face, you love this look on him. 

yukhei tilts his glasses up on his handsome face. a faint smile ghosts your face. “i love my present,” you tell him in the quietness.

how in love he is with you no one will ever understand.

yukhei chuckles in response. “and i love mines.” 

your face heats up within seconds. he climbs onto the bed, the mattress dipping a bit at the added weight. your eyes never break from his as yukhei moves to sit on the heels of his feet. he places his hands on your knees and twists you around until you’re laying flat on your back.

you hum, the sparkle shimmering in your eyes. yukhei drops tender kisses on your knees. “come on baby, let me see,” he whispers.

and then your legs he parts. the vibrant holiday red  of the fabric against your core is no longer because it is soaked in your wetness. it’s darker now and the pleased laughter rolls out his grinning mouth. you tilt your head. he runs a hand over his lips.

you chew on the inside of your bottom lip. “i’m so sticky.” you jut your lower lip out playfully. 

yukhei chuckles because he knows what you want. he shifts, reaching for the thin band of your underwear. slowly but surely he unwraps you. the fabric he drags down your legs and once it’s completely and finally off of you, he drops it on the floor. you spread your legs open immediately. you let out the sweet sighs of relief and contentment as cool air grazes your pussy. it really feels so nice and yukhei thinks it really looks so nice because he marvels at the glisten of your folds and core.  

he licks his lips. “tell me what you want, baby?” yukhei asks, grabbing a pillow besides him. 

for a moment he fluffs it before he’s tapping on your hips to rise. he tucks it underneath your ass. his hands rub your thighs softly as you shift a bit, adjusting to the angle and added height to your bottom. the sweatshirt still on your body has risen and the peek of lace and mesh underneath yukhei sees when you stop moving. he pushes up the white material a few inches to watch the steady rise and fall of your lace covered breasts. he reaches up and cups both of them. soft massages and light caresses over your nipples has you humming.

no matter how powerful his hands can be, lifting up twenty five pound weights to boxing and hitting punching bags, his touches are the softest and most affectionate. 

yukhei brings his attention back up to your face. you play pretend, thinking for a second to an answer for his question. the sweet trouble and the teasing returns.

“i want your cock again, yukhei,” you state so calmly and innocently.

the void between your legs and the emptiness in your pussy you want and need to be filled once more.

yukhei smirks and feels the satisfaction in him while letting out an airy laugh and nods. it’s a simple request that he can definitely do again. he gets comfortable sitting on his heels and you stare as palms himself. he has a slight bulge already from what you can see. excited you are once more. 

“but how about…” 

he parts open your legs a little wider and pushes them up. his large hands presses down on the underside of your thighs. your gaze he finds again. 

“i just take a taste first, okay?” he smiles because he really cannot resist. 

not when you are so wet. not when he hasn’t eaten you in so long.

you don’t hesitate to quickly nod, the curve of your lips widening because you love his tongue in your pussy as well. yukhei watches as your hand goes to your still slightly sensitive pussy. you whimper, sliding two fingers alongside your folds before parting them from the stickiness and inviting him. the sight has him beaming foolishly, eyes fixated at you teasing yourself and him. then his body lowers and his face descends between your legs. your hand you remove and you lightly hold onto the corners of the pillows underneath your head. you let out a content purr when you hear him take the deep breath against your pussy, inhaling the scent of you. 

it should make you shy. but instead it makes you feel simply wanted and loved. 

the first lick yukhei bestows upon your pussy has you whining. he hums in satisfaction as your juices coat his tongue. he listens to the heavy breaths you’re taking from above and another lick he takes.

how much you enjoy sucking him, he enjoys eating you just as much. 

“baby…”

yukhei chuckles at your neediness, the air tickling your core. a handful of kitten licks he gives it. then gradually he begins to suck, taking your clit and folds between his plump lips. you’re whimpering now, your hands moving to grip onto the bedsheets. you try rolling your hips or closing your legs around him. but it is impossible. his hold on you is tender yet firm as yukhei eats your pussy like he’s kissing your lips. 

sweet yet intense. 

slow but desperate.

and when his tongue is diving deep into your heat and your back arches off the bed with a loud gasp, you are reminded of the way his tongue slides into your mouth. 

smooth and hungry. 

it draws loud moans from your open mouth. “fuck, baby, fuck.” 

yukhei does it again before his wet muscle retreats a little. he goes back to licking and sucking your clit, the sounds echoing in the bedroom. you lift your head a little and move your hand to his head.

you gently flick his tiny apple ponytail and lightly tap him. it takes a moment to pull his attention from eating and enjoying you before he actually looks up. you let out a tiny pleased squeal at his pillowy lips that are shiny and his chin that is glossy. the charming smile his mouth is forming makes your face warm and you desperately want a taste. 

you playfully scrunch up your nose. “sharing is caring.” your voice is sweet and your eyes twinkle.

yukhei laughs lowly and bends his head down to your core again. he sucks on your clit a few more times and laps up what he can before he pushes himself up. he hovers over you within seconds. your arms circle his neck and you bring him closer to capture his lips in yours. you moan into his mouth, your essence you are savoring on him sends a rush to your pussy. the kiss is messy and frantic. your hand threads up his neck to hold and angle him a bit. your tongue slips into his mouth. your feet lowers and your toes graze the back of his legs. 

he pulls apart a minute later for air to fill his lungs. with a delighted smile, you take a quick swipe across his plump lips and pepper a handful of soft kisses and short licks over his chin. it has you and him giggling incessantly.

a faint tug you feel on your sweatshirt. “you ready to take this off?”

you playfully hold out your arms. “i’ve been waiting,” you answer.

yukhei shakes his head in amusement, grabbing the hem of it. it takes a little effort for it to be over your head and off your arms. the heat is on, but there is still the slightest hint of winter air in the room. you feel your nipples hardening. he drops the sweatshirt besides you on the bed and turns his gaze down, fixated at just how beautiful you are and how lucky he is. his wide eyes shine brighter than the lights on the christmas tree in the living room. he bends down until he’s over you once again.

“i didn’t want you getting cold,” yukhei informs you truthfully and shyly.

his response makes your face heat and your heart skips. you tilt your head, moistening your lips while your fingertips trace the boyish grin etching on his face. 

you nod faintly. “then keep me warm,” you challenge him.

his breath fans your skin when he laughs lowly. his nose brushes yours and yukhei grazes your lips like feathers tickling you until you’re pouting a little. he kisses you again, but it isn’t for long because his mouth detaches from yours with a parting bite and travels down to your neck. you inhale deeply to calm your thumping heart as your head turns and eyes close. he’s licking and sucking at your damp skin for a moment and then journeys lower. he bestows kisses from your collarbone to your right shoulder before starting the path to the lace and mesh he has yet to discard from your body.

sweet sighs leave your mouth when your feel the light sucks to your covered nipples. your hand reaches to stroke the back of his head and the nape of his neck. yukhei works them until there is a very wet spot over the tip of them. his face he buries between the valleys of your breasts and he breathes in deep. he smiles faintly to himself, loving the scent of everything on your skin right now.

slowly your eyes open just as his hands cup your breasts to give it a gentle squeeze. you whimper when he’s moving back. yukhei sits on his heels once more. you push and prop yourself up on your elbows as he palms himself again.

you fix your eyes to where his hand is. “how hard are you right now, baby?” 

the question comes out with a sugary beam. the look you give him is sweet.

you turn your attention back to his face momentarily. yukhei coolly adjusts his glasses with a confident lip bite, signaling you to be prepared. but you playfully swoon and it makes him break out in a light fit of giggles. he rubs over his shielded cock and your gaze directs back down. the hem of his t-shirt he lifts. his fingers hook onto the front of the leopard print waistband of his boxer briefs. the black fabric he lowers and his cock gradually comes out until it is in full view.

he smirks so boldly. “yeah, baby, i’m good.”

yukhei tells you as if you don’t see it for yourself. he tells you as if the faint little squeals aren’t slipping from your smiling mouth at how hard his cock is again. he tells you as if you aren’t admiring at the reddening head.

you mewl in anticipation and stare with delight as yukhei pushes his underwear all the way down and shifts on the bed to take them off his long legs. he drops it on the floor and turns back to you. he kneels in front of you again and you stare at  him. the grin on his face is mischievous and his eyes are filled with want and teasing trouble. he reaches for the hem of his t-shirt and pulls it over his head in one swift motion. he tosses it to the floor too. then he looks at you from atop his round gold frames before he tilts them back up and runs his tongue over his teeth. a beam full of coolness and a quirk of his brows, yukhei places his hands behind his head like a model for you. 

he’s beautiful inside and out.

the muscles on his arms are visible and you can outline each of the curves with your eyes. the lines on his torso are prominent. the v line you had a sneak peek of this morning when he stretched is now fully visible. and then he is flexing. you’re left chuckling softly with very heated cheeks, sparkling eyes and another quick rush to your pussy when he also throws a wink in your direction.

“still think i’m hot, babe?” yukhei questions teasingly.

you nod with a wide smile, going to him in seconds to erase the short distance between your bodies. you lick at his hard nipples. kisses you dot over his chest and down to the head of the lion inked onto his pretty and smooth skin before moving back up. your fingers reach up to grasp his jawline, pulling him to your mouth to kiss him eagerly. his hands drop and he slips them between your bodies. you part away in time to see him fist himself.

his strokes move up and down smoothly. your stare dances between his hand and his dark gaze that is watching your reaction. glee and enthusiasm color your face and fills your eyes. there is a tiny amount of precum sitting at the head of his cock. when he is able to hold eye contact with you for a mere moment longer, yukhei gestures to the box of condoms on his bedside table with a jut of his chin.

he huffs. “can you get one for me?”

you hum, shuffle back to get it. you open the box and tear one from the rest and shift back towards him again.

his free hand extends for the item in your grasp. you put it in his palm and his words of gratitude is soft. within a second of his hand letting go of his cock so he can open the package, your touch replaces his. he’s so heavy as always in your hands. the feeling of those ridges and veins you had against your tongue earlier are prominent under your gentle strokes. the penny sized amount of precum that grows makes you swallow the dry lump in your throat. you shoot yukhei a quick devilish look as he pulls out the condom.

“how about i just take a taste?”

and the question he had asked you rings in his ears now. his deep laughter makes you sweetly bat your lashes at him because a taste of his cock you already had. yukhei nods with the small smile appearing on his face soon afterwards.

you make sure he is looking at you as you move forward and your lips wrap around the head. you moan in satisfaction at the stickiness that coats your tongue. you feel the wetness pooling in your pussy. yukhei’s deep laughter turns into a deep groan above as you suckle on the tip like a lollipop. he gives you a minute, staring at your hands caressing his length  that is not in your mouth. gradually your lips moves back and your tongue twists and sweeps around his tip that is growing sensitive. he pats you on your head.

there’s a little love drunk smile on his face. “baby, you ready?” he pants out.

you nod. “i will finish later,” you declare because you want him painting your mouth and throat. one last flick of your tongue across the slit has yukhei chuckling. 

“we can both finish, later.” you hum  in joy at the thought of his tongue and lips against your pussy again. you lean up and press a kiss to his chest right above his beating heart and the action warms his soul. “can you lay down for me?” he requests lovingly.

a bob of you head you give him and you move away and back. the corners of your mouth twitch up. you return to your previous position and get comfortable with the pillows underneath you once more. your arms you throw over your head in a little stretch as yukhei rolls on the condom over his cock with a sharp breath. when he pinches the tip, he glances up at you. your legs are folded, lifted and spread like before. your glistening pussy is inviting him once more to be loved and filled. 

“fuck me, yukhei,” you sweetly command. 

the way you are staring at him with your eyes and smile shining is blinding. he licks the ends of his lips and smirks as he moves across the bed, closing the space to get to you. then one hand he holds onto you hip while his other grips the base of his cock. you reach out, softly clutching his hard muscles. your head rises, hoping to get a glimpse of him sliding into pussy.

but he doesn’t.

yukhei ends up rubbing his cock over your aching core. you whine. “babe, you’re teasing me.” the pout on your face is cute. he shakes his head with a giggle before kissing it away gently.

then yukhei shifts, pumping his cock with a few swift strokes before he’s over you once again. you and him watch and moan together as he carefully and gradually guides himself into your wetness. despite the session on the couch and his mouth, the stretch remains tantalizing. 

yukhei grunts. “you like the show, baby?” 

halfway in and he remembers your question in between the dizzying feelings. your tear your eyes from the connection of your bodies to twist it up at him. his lips are pressed tightly together, his dimples making an appearance. he draws in some air for his lungs and exhales slowly.

little by little he pulls out. you whine and chew on your lower lip. yukhei pushes forward again, deeper than he had been in before. 

“hmm, you feel so fucking good,” you gasp out.

your attention lowers back once more to finish watching him sink into you. the pride spreads in him as you shift and whimper, your head falls back down on the pillow. you're panting and feeling full. his free hand sets on the underside of your thigh, gently rubbing it. he smiles softly at you. a deep breath you take as you relish the feeling of him in you again. gazes connect and glow with want and love.

“yukhei, please move, baby,” you’re nearly begging.

he is chuckling but he does.

his thrusts are slow and affectionate. his grip on your hip tightens a touch. the pretty melody coming from you mixes with the huffs from him. the hand on your thigh continues to stay, helping to keep your legs open and spread wide so he can see so clearly how he is fucking you.

“yeah, you like this, baby?” yukhei coos, his pace steady. “me fucking you again?”

you moan, you body feeling warmer. “mmhmm, yeah, baby.” your hands drop, fingers clutching to his forearms before they go to the pillows beneath your head firmly. “yeah, fuck, baby. faster, yukhei.” your request is sweet and needy and he watches the teasing smile appear on your face with each of his thrusts. 

so fucking good he feels. so fucking good it feels to have his cock stroke your walls.

yukhei looks down, his eyes outlining at how your legs are. deeper he can go into you like this.  your pussy is swallowing each of his thrusts. he tears his eyes away from the beautiful image to look at you. your face is so pretty with your sparking eyes and your parted mouth. whimpers roll out without abandonment.

“harder, baby,” you gasp out.

it feels so amazing. you feel so amazing right now.

he picks up a little speed and puts a little more force into his thrusts at your words. beyond the pride and confidence he feels spreading in his chest, yukhei feels the love. only he can fuck you, feel you and make you release the prettiest melodies. 

“yeah, baby, like that. mmm, please don’t stop,” you whimper.

your covered breasts still bounce despite their confinements. he lets out a low devilish laugh under his breath before a smile spreads across his face. he lowers his eyes again, moaning and fixating on the beauty of his cock sliding in and out so smoothly.

yukhei swallows the thick air around him. “you take my cock so well. look how fucking deep you can take it.” you wished you can, but you can’t. the pleasure coursing through you feels too wonderful for you to want to do anything but to let him fuck you over and over. his gaze finds yours, his hips pushing forward quicker and harder. “this how you want me to fuck you, baby? you feel so amazing.”

you nod, the sound of his cock pumping into your wetness combining with your whimpers turning into desperate moans fill the bedroom. it's feeling too hot and the pressure again starts up in the pit of your stomach.

“you fuck me so good,” you pant. your fingers tighten on the pillowcase. you lick your lips. “mmm, yeah, so good.”

yukhei groans. his cheeks puffing up momentarily at the sudden heat in his own abdomen. the sight and the noises of you he can be surrounded with all day. his hand leaves your hip and goes to your breasts. you watch and expect him to slide his hand underneath and flick on the tiny hooks. but he doesn’t. instead his large heated hand tugs out your breasts in two quick motions. your bouncing breasts are exposed and you gasp out loudly. within seconds your nipples are hardening a bit more from the air. yukhei chuckles and moans at how they jiggle so freely.

he reaches for them. a light squeeze to your supple flesh and brushes over your nipples elicit a needy whine and yukhei grunts. his thrusts quicken even more, his hips snapping so rhythmically and in an instant the whines from you come out higher. 

yukhei smirks, the confidence soaring through his body. “yeah, baby. you’re doing so good for me,” he groans out.

despite his praise, you feel the position getting to you. the soreness is starting to set in. you let go of the pillow. your hands grip onto your thighs, keeping them open for him. 

your world is spinning. “fuck, baby. make me come, yukhei.” your desperate words sound so beautiful.

the tingling in your abdomen is really undeniable. you can’t stop your eyes from falling shut. the air around you feels too heavy.

so close. so close. so close.

the hard and deep thrusts, his cock dragging against your pussy walls relentlessly contrasts to the way yukhei softly coos. “babe, look at me.” your heart beats rapidly and your breaths are uneven. “come on, baby, eyes on me.” and his gentle words coax you and bit by bit until your eyes open to meet a charming and adoring smile on his face.

he leans down. his hips slow just a touch so he is able to press a full and soft kiss to your mouth. you let go of one of your thighs to reach up and cup his damp cheek. the pad of your thumb brushes his bottom lip momentarily when he pulls away. yukhei puckers his mouth against your skin.

“are you close?” his question is quiet and you manage out a long high whimper. he starts to fuck you faster again. the ends of his mouth curl up. “i got you,” he tells you affectionately.

then both his hands grasp your hips while your hands pull at your thighs once more to hold them apart. his goal to make you reach your high he sets to as his pace becomes so fucking sweet and delicious.

“yukhei, yukhei, mmm, baby.” the moans roll out of you and it fans the fire in his stomach. “fuck, yukhei.”

and when your velvet walls begin to contract and the cry of his name echoes in the bedroom, you try your hardest to keep your slightly glazed eyes steadily on him. yukhei smiles warmly and so proudly at the you. he slows his movements, but never stops. his praises are gentle and loving. he watches the quick rise and fall of your chest as your hands fall beside you, unable to hold your trembling thighs.

but yukhei catches them. 

softly he brings them to wrap around his waist. he rubs and massages at your flesh until you calm a bit, the walls of your pussy pressing around his cock between longer periods. he inclines forward again. the tiny shift of his cock still nestled inside causes you to squeak. 

half a dozen short and loving pecks he presses on you. “just a little more,” yukhei murmurs with a tiny glint in his gaze.

a soft beam appears as he moves back into position. he takes a deep breath and watches that despite how spent you are, you reach up to cup your breasts. he chuckles, staring as you play with them. those slow movements he had kept going turns into a solid pace and before yukhei realizes your sweet whimpers are filling the bedroom again.

it feels like a sweltering summer afternoon in the room. your skin is sticking to the bedsheets so bad. you roll your nipples between your fingers, the curve of your pretty lips teasing.

“yeah, mmm, faster. fuck me harder, yukhei.” you stare up at him with a nod faintly.

yukhei feels a sudden clench of your walls and groans loudly. “fuck.” he is close.

his thrusts a bit harder and deeper. he watches through labored breaths as your hand leaves your breasts and descends. you find your clit, rubbing it with each smooth roll of his hips.

an airy and uneven laugh comes from his plump lips. “baby, you want more?”

yukhei stares at you as if you aren’t real. he’s fucking you as if you aren’t already so fucked. you manage a breathless giggle in between your satisfied moans, ready to come together with him.

“meet me,” you whimper with a grin and for a minute the room once more is filled with only the desperate and proud sounds of you and him.

it doesn’t take too long then. you watch the slightest change on his damp handsome face and his curses echo. the noise from deep within his throat resembles a growl and yukhei freezes momentarily, admiring you through half lidded eyes and a pleased smile. you chew on your bottom lip and lift your fingers from your clit. you hold them up to his mouth and he moves forward. yukhei sucks on them gently as you mewl and give him the slightest nod.

he begins to rock his hips once more, still feeling his cock pulsating a little. his hands squeeze your flesh and in seconds you’re clenching so hard around him again. yukhei laughs lowly and in delight as you moan quietly.

your shaking thighs he’s caressing once more. “shhh, you’re so good, baby,” he whispers. 

the bedroom suddenly fills with the softest shushes and more praises. his eyes on you are glowing with nothing but love and you can’t control the sugary curl of your lips while trying to catch your breath. it takes a few minutes before the waves in your bodies subside. his hands glide up your sides and he’s leaning down to capture your mouth and kiss you tenderly. your hand cups his damp and hot cheek and you kiss him back with a soft giggle.

yukhei hums. “you okay?”

your head angles a bit and you bob your head. your other hand rises, fingertips moving to brush up and down his strong arms.

“yeah, i’m really good right now.”

there’s teasing in his gaze. “are you warm though?” he chuckles.

the sheen over your bodies is too visible. “it feels like summer right now,” you tell him in sweet jest.

yukhei snorts faintly, the sound making you laugh even more as he taps your sore thighs lightly before unhooking your legs from his waist. carefully he places them on the bed. your tired legs fall open instantly with a whimper from your mouth.

“i’m going to pull out,” he tells you softly.

the cute little whine yukhei hears and he chuckles. as much as he would love to be nestled in you, he cannot. he presses a tiny peck to the tip of your nose and nearly drags his cock out, causing a light shiver through your body. you wipe your hand across the light layer of sweat on your forehead as he slowly moves away from you and stands. you watch in silence, appreciating everything about his naked form while he carefully pulls off the filled condom and ties a knot on the top. yukhei wraps it up with a tissue and finds the foil packaging on the floor too before discarding it.  once he turns around to you, he is met with  a bashful smile on your face. he steps back towards you.

yukhei bends down and places a short and affectionate kiss against your mouth. “i’ll be right back,” he whispers quietly.

“okay.” you palm his cheek and he turns his head and puckers his lips into it. 

a tiny hum escapes you before your hand drops. he stands and twists away. you stare at his retreating back with ink across his shoulder blades and back as he steps out of the bedroom.

yukhei walks across the wood floors and enters the bathroom. he flicks open the lights. the faucet he turns on and he works for a moment on cleaning himself up once more. when he is done, he goes to the bathroom closet and takes the neatly folded yellow washcloth off the bottom shelf.

for most days showers are afterwards. but on some days when it is a slow and lazy day like today, it is option two. yukhei wets the washcloth with the almost hot water until he can’t handle it anymore and squeezes out nearly all the excess water. the light he shuts off and the bathroom he exits with the washcloth in his hand. into the living room with wrapping paper still scattered on the floor, he pads through it to retrieve your mug of green tea and the discarded pajama bottoms. he throws both pairs over his shoulders and into the kitchen he walks to.

the water in the kettle is no longer hot, but still it’s very warm. yukhei fills the mug back almost to the brim before he takes two long sips. the liquid is soothing on his throat after everything. he refills it again and cautiously makes his way back to the bedroom and you.  

and once he gets to the entrance of the room, yukhei finds you with your eyes shut and your legs closed. your breasts are still exposed and your nipples remain hard from the exposure. his presence you immediately sense even after he takes a quiet and cautious step in. you open your gaze to find him moving to you. the mug of green he extends forward and slowly you sit up. there’s a slight soreness in your body as you lift your hand to take what he is offering. you are certain the tea is probably cold, but some liquid down your throat will feel nice right now.

you are surprised though. 

when the tea touches your lips,  the tugs on your heart you feel.

he knows.

unless it is suppose to be iced, your tea hot or warm you prefer.

“the water was still warm,” yukhei informs you. he watches with a small smile as the ends of your mouth curl happily.

another sip you take. “thanks, babe.”

you are about to shift back to place the mug on his bedside table, but yukhei stops you. he takes it from you instead and drinks a little more before placing the mug besides the box of condoms. he turns back to you, tossing the pajama bottoms on his shoulders by the corner of the bed. the now warm washcloth in his hand you finally notice.

“can you lay down for me?” 

and why and how yukhei says it now differs than before. you hum and do so as he climbs back onto the bed. gently then he spreads yours legs with your pussy coming into his view again. he licks his lips and his eyes darts from your wetness to the way you are staring at him with a little twinkle in your gaze. then in sweet silence and with the utmost care and love, yukhei cleans you up. 

there are faint little wrinkles forming on his forehead. you feel and hear the thumps of your heart. 

you reach for his hand that is resting on your thigh, covering it with your own. “so attentive,” you whisper with a faint curve of your mouth. 

yukhei can’t stop himself from giggling shyly while glancing up at you for a quick second. “i like taking care of you,” he tells you with his voice low, deep and full of sincerity.

just like how you like taking care of him. 

and when he is done and sure you are clean, yukhei drops the washcloth on the floor besides your underwear. he will put them in the washer later. his thumb brushes softly over the sides of your pussy and grazes your folds. you let out a quiet gasp at his touches and it takes you a moment to clear your throat and flick at the little ponytail that still is in good shape on his head. 

“you know, it is pointless cleaning me if you do that afterwards, babe.” you remark teasingly.

his fingers can make you come and mixed with the sensitive state your pussy is currently, he knows it will not take long. 

yukhei tears his eyes from your core with a breathless chuckle and his face warms. he smiles boyishly. “sorry.” it's a soft apology and immediately you and him are softly laughing because both of you know he doesn’t fully mean it. 

his arms snake around your waist and it makes you giggle because yukhei moves from one part of your body to another. he presses kisses over and between your full breasts. he gives you a quick glimpse pass the top of his gold rimmed frames and you hum happily and watch as his lips shift over to one of your harden nipples. you sigh and hold the back of his head. he bestows gentle sucks and flicks of his tongue between the tender nibbles. 

he moans against your chest and small pleased sounds roll out from your mouth. the tiny suctions noises lets you know how much he is enjoying himself as you bring your feet to press against the back of his calves. after a minute yukhei switches, lavishing your other breast with the same and equal amount of love and attention. 

two parting nips he leaves on the peaks before he shifts back. yukhei rolls your wet nipples between his index finger and thumb like they aren’t hard already. he grins and you whimper as he cups and pushes your breasts together. so soft and absolutely perfect they are in his grasp. he gives them a soft jiggle that makes you whine a little and wonder if all that cleaning up he has done will really be for nothing.

a little spent you are, but you can go again. 

then to your surprise, you stare as he tugs back up the lace cups. he tucks your breasts back in, making sure the mesh is against your skin so nicely. your brow arches and yukhei thinks your breasts are looking like a present again for him bow and all. his eyes connect to yours, fixing his glasses. 

yukhei is smirking faintly. “remember this is like a two in one present.” he wiggles his eyebrows, the pad of his thumb swiping across his lips. “so for later, babe.” his laughter is light and infectious.

all day he has with you. 

your own laugh echoes his. you nod, your eyes twinkling with eagerness of what will come of later, of how he will fuck you once everything is truly unwrapped. 

yukhei strokes your thighs and you close your legs and stretch with a sigh. he climbs off the bed and turns to walk to the dresser. the second drawer he pulls open and the vivid red pair of boxer briefs he knows you like very much and that goes with this holiday he takes out. yukhei spins around and you chuckle softly when you notice the color in his hand. his eyes connect to yours as he pulls the underwear on with a wide grin on his face. he tucks and adjusts himself and you wink and gesture your approval of how he looks.

the drawer he closes. “do you need anything?” he reaches for his pair of pajama bottoms and slips his long legs in them while glancing at your naked lower half with a tiny crooked smile.

you know what he’s wondering but you just smile and shake your head. he pulls the hair tie off and you chuckle at the way his hair stands up. then slowly you shift to pat the empty space beside you because he’s really all you want and need right now.

yukhei giggles, threading and fluffing back his hair. “yeah, that i can definitely do,” he replies, moving back to  you.

the pillow underneath your body you finally tug out while he rearranges the others on the bed. he tucks one under your feet. another he places for his own feet to rest. your discarded sweatshirt he notices and fans out. your pair of pajama bottoms he tosses onto the spot where your sweatshirt had been. when you shift to give him the space to share the same pillow even if he can have his own, yukhei drapes the sweatshirt over your middle. 

“thank you.”

he nods with a soft beam and brings up the comforter and blanket next to cover your bodies as he lays on his back. even if you’re feeling still feeling a bit warm and there’s still the faintest dampness on his body, it’s still winter. the sweat of your bodies will dissipate. he doesn’t want you getting cold.

you erase the few inches between your bodies and cuddle up to him. yukhei slips his arm around you, welcoming the feel of your body against his. he appreciates the curves of your form and the way your legs begin to tangle with his. you look at him, your fingertips grazing back and forth on his chest and brushing over his nipples. he sighs in contentment and presses a long pucker to your temple. when he pulls back, he is smiling foolishly and you raise a hand to adjust his glasses.

yukhei hums. “how are your legs?” he quietly and humorously inquires. 

“sore,” your response is quick and your voice is playful. “are you going to do something about it?” your lips purse together in a tiny frown that has him releasing a light little chuckle.

his free arms crosses over. his touch glides over your ass and yukhei gives it a small squeeze before it settles on your thigh. his grip is gentle and he tugs on your leg until it’s over his own thighs. in seconds he’s massaging and caressing your flesh in soothing circular motions that makes your pout disappear. 

yukhei stares at you. “how’s this, hmm?” 

“yeah, it feels better, babe.” you hum delightedly.   

he leans closer and kisses you quickly yet warmly. “good.” 

then he turns his attention towards the ceiling. his eyes close momentarily as yours turn downcast to his chest and your hand on it. for a little while then, his touch continues on and time ticks away as your bodies eventually cools down. you and him stay in bed in this position and in the quiet that is calming. 

you think you can get used to it. you want more of this. 

christmas mornings with him. 

you snuggle a bit closer to him. the sheets and covers rustle a bit with your movements. yukhei open his eyes and you feel a light little nudge from him. you turn your attention back to his face that is shy and grinning. 

“can i you a question?” 

he pulls back just enough to get a clearer view of you. his hands stops moving. there is curiosity in his gaze and interest in his tone. you nod. 

“when did you put this on?” and then you feel his arm unwrap from your waist, his hand traveling up the small of your back to the clasp of the bra. you hum. “cause when we were in bed this morning, i swear i didn’t feel this.” he finishes with a happy but disbelief  laugh that has you giggling. 

you shake your head. your eyes widening teasingly as you bring a finger to your smiling lips. “secrets, yukhei,” you inform him. then a wink you throw his way. 

he nods slowly and his eyes narrows at you in sweet suspicion. the curl of his lips undeniably expands. “how did you know i would get it so soon?” 

another shake of your head you give him while you giggle even more. “i didn’t. i was going to make you play until you would eventually get it. i really didn’t expected it until much later.” 

yukhei lets out a loud and playful chuckle before he is tipping forward to place a kiss on your mouth. it’s gentle, warm and makes you sigh into his mouth. he backs away a minute later with a sweet grin and licks at his lips. 

“just so you know, my intention this morning when i woke you up was really to just spend christmas morning with you,” he murmurs boyishly.

your giggles turn into sugary laughter. “and now?” there’s a spark glittering in your eyes. 

yukhei moves to press his forehead to yours as his body twists a bit. he’s over you, sandwiching you between his warm body and the bed as the sweatshirt falls. lace is pressed against his skin. the tip of his nose grazes yours. an arm you throw over his shoulder. he feels nothing but love and want for you. the butterflies inside of you flutter once more. the kiss he gives you is soft. 

“and now i’m thinking of waking you up early next christmas, too,” he whispers with the ends of his mouth twitching up. “what do you think of that?” 

a lifetime of christmas mornings he wants with you. 

the playful shocked expression colors your face. “you’re going to give up more sleep for me?” you joke softly and dramatically. and it makes him laugh for a long moment because yukhei wonders if you realize, if you know how he will give up so much more for you. the sounds from him little by little quiet down and his gaze fixes on yours and he nods. 

the small beam across his face glows. “for you, baby… anything.” 

you can’t stop the sudden light sting in your eyes and roll your them playfully to rid of the faint blur. then it’s your turn to nod, the images of a future with him building in your head. “i think that sounds like a plan.” and your whispered words tickle his lips and his heart. 

three more kiss yukhei gives you and the plan is official. he shifts to lay on his back again. you move until your head is right next to his and soon after, you and him take back the same position. the sweatshirt he brings back over your cooling skin while touches over one another’s body resumes.

yukhei draws in a deep breath. “i can’t believe the year is ending already,” he sighs, taking a peek past you to glance out the window. 

still cloudy it is outside. too cold he is certain. a whirlwind it has felt like. the months have passed too quickly. the seasons have changed before he truly enjoyed them thoroughly. and now there are six more full days left to the year. there are still things left to do. 

“it went by so fast, didn’t it?” he whispers almost longingly. 

you look at him and yukhei still stares at the world outside. “hmm, you’ve had a busy year, babe,” you murmur with the ends of your lips twitching. 

participating in multiple albums. practices all day. promotions and interviews with news stations and magazines. going on a tour around the world. meeting fans in different countries. he has been on a constant move and everything he deserves he is getting.

your fingertips stop moving on his chest. you gently nudge him with your forehead until he tears his gaze away from the sky. yukhei hums softly and gives you a sweet closed lipped smile. “but it was a good year for you and i’m very proud of you. you know that, right? always i am proud of you.”

yukhei doesn’t waste a second before he leans over and kisses you lovingly. 

he knows. 

you tell him even when he feels it. you remind him when he forgets.  you reassure him when he doubts himself.

“thank you.” yukhei hugs you closer to him, grateful and appreciative doesn’t come close to how he feels with you by his side. “and you too… you had a good year.” a new job you had started nearly four months ago to make all the years of university worth it. “i’m proud of you too,” he says, his words laced with sincerity. “always i am proud of you, too.” 

your cheeks warm a touch and you chuckle lightly. as much of a supporter you are to him, he cheers for you like no other. “thanks, baby.” he nods and places his mouth to your forehead. 

it grows quiet for a minute before yukhei speaks against your skin. “and you know, i think we had a good year, too.” 

a moment it takes for you to register that what he means. 

you and him together this past year. 

yukhei is certain his love for you has grown. deeper and deeper he continues to fall in love with you. weeks apart at times you and him have endured. the adjustments of living together has been filled with conversations and understanding. and what yukhei had told you that day he moved in he still means it. 

he is happy as long as you are happy when he walks through the front door.

yukhei puckers his mouth and kisses your forehead again. when he shifts back to look at you clearly, there’s light in his eyes. it’s the same light when he gets to perform.  it’s the same light when he’s too excited about something he loves. the warmth spreading over your cheeks is intensifying because with every passing second he continues to stare intently at you.

“thanks for asking me to move in,” yukhei finally whispers, his voice soft and a little shy. 

the thumps of your heart are stronger. the corners of your eyes crinkle with the soft beam appearing before him. you can’t stop the soft surgary chuckles. 

this new adventure that has started nearly a year ago still feel like an adventure to this very moment. so much more with him, of him there is left to explore. each moment with him you continue to cherish. those kisses shared when he wakes with his face soft and relaxed makes you feel lucky. the kisses before you close your eyes in the night  when he smiles faintly and dreamily makes you feel safe. 

you bring your hand up, brushing along his jawline. “thanks for saying yes.” your voice matches his and it makes him laugh, the sound sending light vibrations from his chest. 

yukhei's hugging you again. it’s tighter than before and giggles are slipping pass your curved lips. he bends his head to leave sweet loving kisses on your mouth and the tip of your nose before he buries his face into the crook of your neck. he stays in place for moment, just pressing and feeling your body against his. you twist and tug your arms out so you can wrap them around his neck just as tightly.

loving him, being in love with him remains magical and wonderful.  it makes you feel ridiculous and powerful all at once. 

you tilt your head, resting beside his ear. your lips graze the shell of it just by his earring and yukhei softly grins to himself. a deep breath he hears. slowly it is let out.

“do you think we’re going to have a good year next year, too?”

yukhei is not completely sure if it’s fear he hears a twinge of. but he hears something that pulls at his heartstrings and makes him shift so he can look at you. and you do for a fleeting moment before you avoid his gaze and fix it at his pillowy lips that you can never get tired of kissing. 

he lets the seconds pass by, feeling your light strokes on his skin while he waits. quiet you remain though and he has no choice but to lean forward. his forehead presses against yours and you have no way out. those lips you have been staring at twitch up faintly. he bobs his head shortly. 

“i think we’re going to have a great year,” yukhei states softly yet firmly

the slight tightness forms in your chest and your eyes sting a touch because it is not your intention to make him concern. you nod almost embarrassingly as the apology rolls out. “sorry… i didn’t mean to make you worry.” 

and yukhei shakes his head because he wants you to tell him what is your mind. even if it’s a passing moment like this and you need the smallest of the reminders, he wants to know.

he pauses for a second. “what are you thinking about?” his tone is soothing and warm. 

you hum, hazy gaze dancing over his face. “i’m thinking about how ridiculously in love i am with you,” you whisper with a tiny smile and heart beating rapidly. 

yukhei chuckles. “well that’s good because i’m ridiculously in love with you too.” you bite on your lower lip, watching him nod. so much more he is anticipating with you within the new year. “we, we are going to have a great year next year. i promise.” the spark and love in his wide eyes is very apparent.

“it’s you and me, baby.” 

the gentle words of what you had said to him once upon a time ago, of what he has engraved into the gold on your wrist makes the quiet content sigh escape you. 

the fullness you feel in your heart makes you want to burst with joy.

yukhei gives you a light peck. and then you watch the change of his expression. the tenderness of the moment turns almost playfulness within seconds because his teasing grin appears. “and i think that as long as you are my first kiss when it’s the new year, you and me will be smooth sailing,” he states with a sweet giggle.  

he's winking and suddenly you can’t stop your laugh mixing with his warm sounds. you reach up to stroke his cheek and slightly tilt your head a bit. the giggles and laughter gradually subside and the bedroom grows quiet. you chew on the inside of your cheeks momentarily. 

“under one condition though…” 

your words shock him. his sculpted eyebrows raise so quickly and his eyes grow bigger. yukhei stares at you in incredulously. the frames on his face he pushes up. 

“and what would that be, babe?” he laughs in shock. 

there are stars in your eyes. you're smiling mischievously. 

“you have to promise to be my last kiss before the year ends.”

how you want your year to begin, you want it to end the same. 

with him and his kisses. 

then his expression changes once more. the beam etched on his face is brighter than the sun that’s missing from the sky today. 

“what do you think? can you promise me that?” you challenge him. 

yukhei chuckles because it’s a promise he can make you every year. “yeah, i can definitely promise you that.” 

and it’s another three kisses to make this agreement official as well before he rolls off you. almost instantly he tugs you back to him. you tuck your head by his shoulder. the sweatshirt he is draping over you once more. the comforter and blanket he fixes too to make sure again you are completely covered and warm. you curl and snuggle into his side with legs intertwining. 

silence fills the room. comfort and at peace you find in the moment. his arm that is around you provides the security. your hand rest on his chest and yukhei covers it with his own. then you feel the slow and steady rise and fall of it with each breath he takes. 

it means one thing. 

you are certain he is asleep. you glance at him and you get your confirmation. for a second you stare at his handsome profile and the way his lashes curl up softly to the way his pillowy lips are slightly parted, there is no denying it. he is asleep. his glasses you want to help take off so he can sleep comfortably. but you don’t want to wake him though. not when he looks so calm and relaxed. you lean over and brush your mouth against his cheek and for a moment, you swear you see a little twitch up of his lips. you freeze. you wait for him to look at you through half lidded eyes and give you a sleepy smile. he doesn’t. instead he releases a slow exhale that makes you hum quietly. then your gaze lowers and you close your eyes as well to join him in slumber. 

but suddenly he clears his throat a bit and shifts. 

“so what would you like to do now?” your eyes open at the sound of his deep voice laced with sleepiness. you lift your head and turn your attention to him as yukhei does the same to you. “hmm, anything in particular? i think me waking you up early gives you the choice of what we should do next, babe.” he chuckles quietly, a few strands of his hair falling over his eyes. 

you erase the short distance and place a light peck on his smile. “how about we stay in bed for a little while and sleep for a bit?” 

yukhei nods in approval. his hand covering yours begins caressing your skin. “and after?” he questions curiously with a grin. 

you know how he is like after his naps. “and after… all the rice, steak and shrimp in the world for you.”

a meal of some of your and his favorites to eat has been bought and ready to be cooked. yukhei laughs, swallowing hard and thinking about the delicious food as bobs his head against the pillow. 

you know him too well. 

“then maybe you can open the rest of your presents,” you suggest with a tiny curl of your mouth. you haven’t forgotten the wrapping paper filled living room floor or the rest of his gifts that still need to be open.

yukhei shakes his head slowly though. the arm around you moves and his touch travels up your back like before. regardless of what else you have wrapped up for him, ready to be chosen with the plastic toy claw machine, yukhei is certain nothing will compare to what he has right now in his hold. 

“i still have one more here to open.” he murmurs teasingly while his fingertips graze across the mesh on your skin. 

immediate sugary, light and embarrassed giggles are surrounding him. your face heats. “i can’t wait, babe.” 

you really can’t. 

yukhei closes the space between you and him, bestowing a kiss that is affectionate and warm. 

“i love you,” he whispers alongside the beam on your face. 

your hand rises up to cup his jawline and cheek. you return the kiss he gives you just mere seconds ago. 

“i love you more.”

and yukhei smiles too wide and too bright that it makes his cheeks hurt because always he is the one to tell you that. 

“ready for a nap?” you ask and almost on cue, yukhei yawns and provides you with his answer. you’re  chuckling and he stretches a little. “you want the curtains closed a bit?” another yawn he lets out and tries to cover up. but he fails. he’s laughing too deeply with the corners of his eyes crinkling.

yukhei sluggishly nods. “yeah, let me do it,” he says tiredly. 

but you shake your head and pat him gently on his chest. then you pull away from his arms and warmth. he’s watching after you as move away and stand with your back to him. yukhei props himself up on an elbow and adjusts his glasses with a tiny grin while you cross an arm over your chest, your fingers rubbing your skin to create a little heat because your body has cooled and winter it feels like once again. his eyes stay on you and outline the curves of your near naked body. the few steps you take to the window. you look out into the city and then down to the streets. some of the snow has been cleaned from the roads. however the sidewalks still look so pretty with the white powder. 

the curtains you grasp and yukhei catches the glimpse of the bracelet shimmering on your wrist as you pull on them. you leave just enough light from the outside world to seep into the bedroom without it being too dark. when you turn around, that tiny grin on his face has broaden. regardless of  the little light in the room, you can see the love drunk and all too happy smile on his face. 

“you’re distracted.” you remark, remembering his words from this morning. 

yukhei hums contently. “no, i’m just staring.”   

you huff and playfully roll your eyes. he pats the empty space you had occupied before with a charming giggle as you make your way back to him. the bed you climb onto and the sweatshirt you put back on. the sight of lace and mesh is hidden from his view again. the nine snowflakes he counts in his head once more. he expects you to pull on your pajama bottoms. but instead you crawl to him and lay down, your feet landing on the pillow by the foot of the bed. yukhei looks at your naked lower half like he had done so before and arches an eyebrow in curiosity. 

you quietly chuckle. “just keep me close, baby.” you poke him on his chest. “and besides, you’re not even wearing a shirt.” 

yukhei laughs, the sound so contagious as he pulls up the comforter and blanket. he twists a bit and takes off his glasses to place on his bedside table next to that mug of green tea. he slides under to the coziness, resting his head next yours. 

and he does what you say.

yukhei keeps you close like you’re puzzle pieces that fit so perfectly together. his arms slips below your sweatshirt. you snuggle into his side and throw a leg over his. he places a soothing kiss to your forehead that makes you grin. a slow deep inhale he takes in and releases. his eyes close and the images of the morning flashes in his head. and when what is to come once you and him wake starts to flood his mind as the need to sleep is so strong, your voice cuts into the stillness of the room and pulls him out. 

“yukhei?” 

he hums lazily in response. 

“you think our snowman is outside?” 

once your question registers in his sleepily brain, yukhei quietly chuckles. he opens his eyes a little to find you staring at him with a shy beam. how much he loves you right not is indescribable. he leans forward and the kiss he places on your mouth is affectionate and warm.

“we’ll go check later.” he says alongside your lips. 

you make a pleased happy small sound and nod. “i love you,” you whisper almost dreamily. 

even if you told him mere minutes ago, yukhei doesn’t ever get tired of hearing it. his chest shakes a bit as the soft and low laugh slips from him and surrounds you. 

yukhei bobs his head once then twice. “i love you more.” and he says it back with the love drunk smile again because it can never be said enough. “now let’s go to sleep, okay?”

one more kiss is shared. it is gentle and of sweet dreams and it makes you sigh. then your mouth parts from his while your body moves closer. he hugs you tighter. your warm breath tickles his skin. eyes quietly close together. 

the minutes on the clock change. christmas morning ends for the afternoon to begin.

yukhei falls into his slumber like how he wakes.

with his mind and his heart full of you.

he doesn’t want it any other way.

[osakaprince]

hello! ✨hope you have a good day!

anyway, would you like to write nct 127 reaction to their s/o doesn't want them to celebrate her birthday because of trauma? thanks before ✨

𝟏𝟐𝟕 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 - to you not wanting to celebrate your birthday due to trauma

「 taeil 」

asks a lot of questions

but nothing too invasive

just wants to know what he should and shouldn’t do

you tell him and he’s nearly in tears

but he quickly changes the subject when he notices your eyes getting watery too

“how about we go visit my parents? they keep telling me how much they miss you.”

texts his parents beforehand to explain

they’re very excepting and don’t mention a thing

still can’t help but shower you with love when you arrive

“my goodness, y/n. you just get more beautiful everyday!”

“taeil, go get dinner ready. i wanna talk to y/n for a bit.”

you couldn’t ask for a better second family

「 johnny 」

tried his best to understand

he loves birthdays so not being able to celebrate his love’s was difficult at first

but is so respectful about it

acknowledges your past trauma and doesn’t mention it again

“wanna go bully mark into buying us hotpot? i know it’s your favorite~”

drags you into the living room and throws blankets at you to help build a fort

the most extravagant fort known to man

the two of you even finish the puzzle you’d been trying to complete for months

carries you to bed when you wind up falling asleep on the floor

“i love you more and more everyday.”

「 taeyong 」

is completely understanding

doesn’t ask too many questions because he doesn’t want to upset you

“wanna just watch a movie and order takeout?”

spends the rest of the day showering you with love

willingly let’s you put matching face masks on and paint his nails

runs you a bath, with tons of bubbles, as the night comes to an end

he winds up climbing in with you

starts putting bubbles on your face so you looked like santa clause

eventually, you both find your way back to the couch

where you practically stay up all night, just talking about anything and everything

knew from the beginning

the two of you were best friends before getting into a relationship

the two of you were best friends before getting into a relationship

the two of you were best friends before getting into a relationship

so he had already heard the backstory beforehand

makes sure the boys know not to make a huge deal out of the day

still wants to make you feel special

treats it like any other day, just with a tad bit of extra love

in subtle ways

like warming up a towel for when you got out of the shower

or kneeling on the dirty ground to tie your shoe when it comes unlaced

days like these were hard for you and he was aware

anything he could do to make sure you were comfortable, he was going to do

「 doyoung 」

gives his best effort to not mention it, as much as he wants to

still tells you happy birthday

but doesn’t make a huge fuss of it

just like you asked

kind of slips up sometimes

“wanna bake a cake for-oh, wait, sorry..”

you can only giggle at how hard he tries

the two of you do end up baking together tho

he insists on putting ‘DY is the best’ on top

and you let him

puts icing on your nose just so he can kiss it off

“man, i really am the best boyfriend, aren’t it?”

「 jaehyun 」

knows how it feels to be overwhelmed with birthdays

but hasn’t had the trauma that you’ve gone through

so he doesn’t throw a massive party or treat you any different on your birthday

at least wants you to be relaxed for the day

cooks you all three meals

cleans the apartment (because he knows how much the mess can stress you out)

even does the laundry

which he despises any other day

“you know i love you, right?”

“yeah?”

“i hope you do know that because this laundry is about to make me file for divorce.”

.. you weren’t even married

「 jungwoo 」

genuinely concerned

hasn’t ever met someone who didn’t celebrate their birthday

but is quick to adapt

“okay.. then let’s.. go out for dinner. which is definitely not for your birthday.”

“just a little date for us, nothing else.”

picks out your outfits (and of course it’s coordinating)

does your hair

takes you to this fancy (like.. $$$.. fancy) restaurant

the two of you drink a little too much and had to get a taxi back home

takes your makeup off when you get home because you’re too tired to

gets you changed and in bed, where he gives you loving kisses until you fall asleep

「 mark 」

is confused at first

because he loves celebrating just about anything (whether it’s for him or someone else)

but doesn’t push it once you explain why

still claims that he wants to make your day special

even if it was just simple things that don’t necessarily represent birthdays

takes you on a walk through the park

and carries you over his shoulder when you start complaining about your feet hurting

pays for your drink at the cafe

because he always manages to “forget” his wallet any other time

he’s very caring and just wants you to feel okay on the day that hasn’t been the same for a while

「 donghyuck 」

is upset

only because he made you upset when he threw a surprise party that ended up in you crying

and not happy tears

he took you outside where you explained why your birthday was no longer something you celebrated

pulled you into a bear hug and kissed the top of your head repeatedly

“from now on, we’ll treat it like a normal day.”

“oh no, please don’t cry again or i will too.”

makes sure to inform the members, though not going into details for the sake of privacy

spends the rest of the day with you, laying in bed and reminding you just how much he loved you

[ravenpureforever]

Day 3: Baking

@takaritsuweek continues and this time we’ve gotten a snippet of my rom-com au! It’s on my ao3 account so please check it out but the general gist of it is that TakaRitsu never broke up so instead they are a couple worthy of being a romantic comedy. 

I swear no one died in this. 

Also on my ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32949100/chapters/81895468

...

The first time Ritsu cooks, it’s an absolute disaster. Saga-senpai ended up in the hospital with food poisoning and Ritsu learned a valuable lesson that day: chocolate does not belong in curry, and you can not coat chicken in chocolate, either. 

But White Day is approaching and Ritsu needs to make Saga-senpai at least something with chocolate. This is his chance at redemption after almost accidentally murdering Saga-Senpai. There’s no shame in buying chocolates from a shop, but it feels like he’s giving up, like he isn’t even trying for his boyfriend. 

His boyfriend.

The thought still makes Ritsu burn bright red. Saga-senpai is his boyfriend. Saga-senpai said he loved Ritsu. They’ve been dating for over almost a year now and Ritsu needs to give him the perfect White Day present. It’s their first White Day together and Ritsu needs this to go well. 

Oh god, what if he messes up again and Saga-senpai dumps him for a college girl who will be the perfect bride and Ritsu ends up all alone and unloved and-

His phone goes off, drawing Ritsu away from his panic. There’s a text from An-chan, replying to his panicked question of what Ritsu should do for White Day. 

Why don’t we bake some chocolate cake for White Day?

God bless An-chan and her complete and utter genius, Ritsu would be dying alone after getting dumped on White Day if not for her. 

That sounds great!! Thank you!! Ritsu texts back. 

What could possibly go wrong with baking a chocolate cake?

…

Masamune is admittedly a little apprehensive of White Day. 

He loves Ritsu; his sweet, naive, precious boyfriend, more than life itself. He would do anything for Ritsu. He would cross over mountains and jump into a volcano just to see him smile. But Masamune saw his life pass before his eyes on Valentine’s Day with what he later learned was his boyfriend’s first attempt at cooking. Ever. 

That curry from the deepest depths of hell that he would eat again and again if it meant Ritsu would be happy, but also has haunted his nightmares for the past month. 

Ritsu appeared in front of him, shy and unsure as if Masamune wasn’t completely and utterly hopelessly in love with him, holding a white box that strikes fear into his heart. 

He’s glad they’ve gone through what to do during an emergency. Now, if something goes wrong, it’ll go wrong a lot smoother than last time. 

He opens the box and to his surprise, it’s a cake. 

It’s a little lopsided and messily decorated, with red frosting making out a heart that reads ‘Saga-senpai’ in the center, paired with an adorably blushing boyfriend that made it just for Masamune, because he loves Masamune. 

It’s absolutely perfect. 

He doesn’t actually get to the cake until a couple hours later, since he was much more preoccupied showing his darling Ritsu how much Masamune appreciated this little gesture of love. 

He cuts both him and Ritsu a slice to enjoy and boost up their stamina in order to continue their White Day celebration. 

After all, what could possibly go wrong? 

[heyyyharry]

Harry thinks Y/N and the kids forgot his birthday

(a blurb from the Flatmate Series)

A little late to the party but I hope it's good 😅

Word count: 2.2k 

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It was Harry’s birthday. And he was excited.

He had been waiting for this day since the last birthday, and even though no one in his family had mentioned it in weeks, he knew they had something big for him as always.

Last year, he had woken up with a cake in the face. It wasn’t pleasant to get icing in your nostrils, but he had been so happy. The kids had made him lovely cards and his wife had made him a special breakfast. They had gone to a restaurant to celebrate with some of his close friends and the day had ended with mind-blowing sex.

He knew today would be different as Y/N and the kids tend to get creative when it came to surprises, but when he woke up and went downstairs, Y/N was running around the living room.

“Goddamn it!”

“Little Ria might have misplaced it somewhere, Mrs. Styles,” said the butler as Y/N plopped down on the sofa with her head in her hand.

“What’s wrong?” Harry asked.

“Good morning, Mr. Styles,” the butler said.

Y/N exhaled sharply as she looked up at him. “Ria took my favourite pearl necklace and now we can’t find it.”

“You have so many pretty necklaces though.”

“But I love the pearl one!” she exclaimed and got up. “Never mind. I’ll just wear something else.”

The butler nodded and told Y/N the chauffeur was waiting for her outside. He left, and Harry followed his wife into the kitchen. He felt a little let down that he didn’t wake up to a cake in his face, but he told himself they probably had other plans for him.

“The kids left for school already?” he asked, looking at the empty plates in the sink.

“Yup. They were upset that you couldn’t drive them today but I told them daddy needed a few more hours of sleep.” She pressed her lips into a smile, grabbed a banana and came to kiss his cheek.

“Wait, are you going to work now?” he asked when she headed for the door. Y/N stopped there and turned her head, arching an eyebrow.

“It’s presentation day, remember?”

No, it’s my birthday!

He gave a shrug, and she rolled her eyes. “Our clients are flying here from Italy. If this all works out, millions of dollars will flow into our bank. Wish me luck!”

“Good luck, babe!” Harry shouted once his wife had left the room.

“Have fun at work!” she said from the living room, and then he heard the front door slam shut.

He stood there for a moment to let reality sink in. So he didn’t get a surprise just yet and nobody seemed to remember his birthday. Don’t worry, he told himself, it’s all part of their plan. They want you to think so.

Taking a deep breath, he came to the fridge to get some eggs and make his own breakfast.

“Rob! Where are all the eggs?!”

The butler immediately poked his head into the room. “I forgot to tell you that Ria and Jas ate the last ones this morning.”

“One egg, Rob!” Harry aggressively lifted a finger as he clenched his jaw. “One egg is all I ask for. We have a pool and a freaking gym and there’s no egg in the fridge!”

“We have other—”

“Never mind. I’m not hungry.” He breathed and marched out of the kitchen. “Get the car ready for me in an hour.”

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.

.

Harry’s assistant bought him a cake and everyone at the company threw a little party for him, which was nice. He hadn’t received a single phone call or even a birthday text from anyone else, so now he knew this wasn’t some alternate universe in which it wasn’t his birthday. Unfortunately, it didn’t make him feel any better.

He came home early that night with a bottle of wine and a big bouquet of flowers from his co-workers. He still hoped that his family had a big birthday plan for him, but just to be sure, he had to walk in with this bottle and bouquet just to remind his wife of something she might have forgotten.

For all those years they had been together, he didn’t want to believe Y/N would forget his birthday. Niall had forgotten once, but Y/N never did. So he told himself to keep his hopes up as he entered the house and said hello to Rob the butler. It was awfully quiet. His house was usually full of laughter or screams because Ria and Jasper were never quiet, but now it was as if everyone he loved had evaporated somehow.

He was relieved to find his wife in the kitchen, making dinner. She was dressed down and humming her new favourite song. At this point, he really started to believe that she didn’t remember.

“You’re home, babe!” she said happily as he placed the wine bottle on the kitchen table. “Oh my god, are those for me!”

“Uh--”

“Thanks, love!” She grabbed the flowers from him before pulling him in for a kiss. He didn’t remember the last time he’d been this sad, but now his heart was broken.

“Where are the kids?” he asked.

“Ria’s having a sleepover with Marie from school, and Ben and Nam took Jas to the mall.”

“Oh…” The corners of his mouth lowered as his forehead puckered up.

Still ignorant, Y/N cupped his face and brushed the tips of their noses together. “I have a surprise for you.”

As soon as Harry heard those words, his eyes lit up as his heart skipped a beat. He looked around when she pulled away, expecting Ria and Jasper to jump out and scream “happy birthday, daddy” as his wife took out a big cake from the fridge. But no.

She opened the fridge door and he slumped as his heart fell to the bottom of his chest. There was no cake.

“What am I looking at?” he asked, making her chuckle.

“I bought a lot of eggs for ya! Rob said you were upset because we were out of eggs.”

“That was the surprise?!”

“Well, not really.” She shrugged and closed the fridge, still grinning from ear to ear. “I also got those Italians to sign the contract. They loved your wife’s ideas because she is a motherfucking champ!”

“I’m going to bed.”

His response made her smile drop. She raised both eyebrows. “It’s only 7 PM, dear.”

“I’m tired,” he mumbled, turning around. “It’s been a shit day anyway…”

“Okay. Good night, babe!” Y/N shouted from the kitchen as if it wasn’t obvious that Harry was upset. Though disappointed, he didn’t say anything else and headed upstairs.

He felt like that eighteen-year-old boy who got mad at his flatmate every time his feelings got hurt, even though most the time, she didn’t know what she’d done wrong. He could’ve told her, but then she would feel bad, and he didn’t want her to feel bad. But now he was feeling bad.

“Birthday my ass,” Harry mumbled to himself as he lay down and shut his eyes. He just wanted to drift off and forgot about this day, just like everyone else had.

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.

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Harry stirred awake as he heard a bang on his bedroom door. He sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his palms only to see that it was almost 9 PM.

“Jas?” he asked, but there was no answer.

He was about to lie back down when he heard a knock. The shadow outside the door moved as he took the second guess, “Y/N, is that you, honey?”

Still no answer. There was another knock and the shadow dashed away. Confused and nervous, he got out of bed and walked barefoot to the door. He thought his little son was just messing with him, but when he opened the door to the hallway, he found a piece of paper taped on the wall. It was an awkward drawing of a stickman with brown curly hair, a party hat on, and an arrow pointing to him with the word #1 DADDY.

Is it finally happening or am I dreaming? Harry thought when he saw the clues his little one had left for him. He followed the glitter sprinkled on the floor. The staircase was dark and the light switch didn’t work, so he watched his step as he carefully came downstairs.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

The light came on as his friends cheered loudly. The kids jumped right on him, causing him to lose his balance and fall onto his back. It was painful, but he was too happy to bother. He burst out laughing as Ria and Jasper showered his face with kisses.

“Daddy, daddy, happy birthday!” Ria said as she and Jas took his arm and helped him sit up straight. He got back on his feet and picked Jas up while Ria was hugging his legs.

“Wow, guys.” He chuckled, shaking his head and looking at everyone. All the people he loved were there in his living room, and Y/N emerged from the kitchen with a birthday cake.

“I made the cake, daddy!” Jas told him.

“Liar! Mummy did!” Ria scolded her brother, making everyone laugh.

“I helped!” Jas pouted. “Ria wasted so many eggs that mummy had to buy some more!”

Ria rolled her eyes and tugged at Harry’s shirt so he would look at her. “The cake is ugly but it’s delicious, daddy. I tasted it five minutes ago!”

“Aww, my loves,” Harry said as he pretended to sob and the kids immediately hugged him.

“Daddy, don’t cry!”

“We love you!”

Y/N cleared her throat to get his attention. He looked up and saw her holding up the cake with a smirk. “I know you hate the birthday song, so just make a wish. My hands are dying.”

Smiling, he kissed her forehead and shut his eyes to make a wish before blowing out the candle. He had the same wish every year, it was for their family to always be together and happy like this. He guessed it always came true.

“Did you think we forgot your birthday?” Niall asked.

“I did forget!” Trix raised her hand, making the others groan and facepalm themselves.

“Well, I was going to send you a birthday message before Y/N added me to the group chat,” Liam said.

“Group chat?” Harry looked at his wife, who tightened her arms around his waist.

“Yup, Niall, Layla, and I have been planning this day since two weeks ago,” she said.

“We were supposed to be here when you got home, but someone,” Ben shot Layla a glare, “made the rest of us delay the plan so she wouldn’t miss the party.”

“Excuse me!” Layla gasped as she flipped her hair over her shoulder, “I was in Milan, my flight got delayed. I couldn’t teleport here.”

“You went to Milan?!” Ria brightened. “Did you buy anything for me, aunt Layla?”

“Ria!” Y/N scolded the little girl who crossed her arms and pouted, but when Layla winked at her, she punched the air in excitement.

Harry chuckled as he pulled his wife close and pecked her on the cheek.

“Were you upset when you thought we didn’t remember?” she asked.

“No, not at all,” he said. It was obviously a lie. Y/N knew it, but she didn’t ask and laid her head on his shoulder.

“Daddy, I wanna show you my present!”

“Me too!”

Harry put Jas down so he could race his sister into the kitchen. They returned a minute later, all out of breath, each holding a different item. Harry got down on his knees as Jas came up to him with a little card with silly doodles on it.

“Happy Birbday! Best...dab in the word,” he read the misspelt words written in capital letters, making everyone ‘aww’ed and Jas scrunched up his face as he turned to Ria, who was tittering into her palm.

“You lied to me! You said it was correct!”

“My turn!” Ria ignored her brother and stepped forward to give Harry a colourful pearl necklace. It took him a moment to realise she had coloured each pearl with a different colour.

“Is that--” Y/N froze for a second. “Is that my pearl necklace?”

“No, your pearl necklace has pearls’ colour! This one has rainbow colours!” Ria said as she hid behind Harry’s back to avoid her mother’s rage, but Y/N only exhaled into her palm and gave her husband a smile.

Harry turned back to Ria as he put the necklace on and did a funny pose. “How do I look?”

“Prettier than mummy!” Ria threw her hands in the air, making Y/N scoff and playfully hit her bum.

“Gosh, this is so cute.” Niall turned to his wife. “I expect more than this for my birthday.”

“You already have me,” Layla said, not looking at him. “I’m the best present you could ever have.”

Seeing the look on Niall’s face, Nam dissolved into laughter and patted the poor guy on the back. “At least you tried, mate. At least you tried.”

“Can we pop the champagne now?” Louis asked and everybody cheered. Ria immediately rushed to Layla to ask about Milan, while Jas wasted not time to grab a plate and wait for Gemma to get him a piece of cake.

Harry turned back to his wife, holding her hips as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “I love you so much. I can’t say it enough, love.”

“I have one more present for you,” she mumbled against his lips, trailing her finger across his chest. “I can’t wait for you to ‘unwrap’ it in the bedroom.”

“Fuck. I can’t wait.” He chuckled, kissing her throat. This was by far the best birthday ever.

[troublesometrollhunters]

The trolls(or even changelings)with a s/o that was related to bounty hunters? (bonus points if they mainly hunted trolls(or changelings)for the money )

(I'm sorry the first time I read the ask I misunderstood it. I wrote this whole thing thinking you asked how bout the trolls being related to a bounty hunter? Sorry!!! Hope you still like this 💕

Trolls

Aarrrgh

~ You grew up with Aarrrgh in Gunmars army. You were stolen as children and indoctrinated young. However you never saw a problem with his violent ways. As a troll you had to be tough. If you weren't you didn't deserve to survive. Perhaps that's what started your want to take in traitor trolls.

~ However the older you got the more you realized how messed up Gunmars army was. You weren't family, you were soldiers. Ones he could deam unneeded at any time. You began to see how troops sometimes went missing and although you and Aarrrgh were one of Gunmars favorite generals you didn't feel like family. You felt like puppets if not puppets then pets. Aarrgh was your only true family so when Aarrrgh decided to leave you left with him no longer believing in Gunmars rein.

~ It's not long after that Killahead happens. After Killahead and the fall of Gunmar you realized there were still changelings and trolls that needed to be taken care of and you weren't going to let them get away. You and Aarrrgh lost your childhoods because of people like Gunmar you won't let that happen to anyone else.

~ You devote your life to being a bounty hunter. With your strong body and quick mind you become feared by many. You spend your days tracking down trolls that dare care themselves Gum Gums and changelings that wish to take whelps of humans or trolls.

~ When your brother became a pacifist you supoorted him a hundred percent. You continued your way of life but you completely understood why he chose to live that way. No matter what you will always love and support Aarrrgh.

~ Often your gone on long trips for your hunts but when you come back you and your brother always have a sparring match and drink glug together. Blinky becomes a close friend and your there when Aarrrgh and Blinky become mates.

~ Your an odd pair but a perfect family none the less. You love each other and you'll always support each other no matter what. He's proud of your bounty hunting and your proud that he's found a mate.

Blinky/Dictatious

~ Your parents, Dictatious, and Blinky are smart but you... you've always been the strong one. You love to read and write like the rest of your family but your more intrested in star maps and exploring than sitting and reading in a library all day. Your also a little too scatter brained to write all the time.

~ You begin wondering what you should do with your life. Blinky knows. Dictatious knows. Now you need to know. You find out what you want when some bounty hunters come to the place you and your brothers reside. Loaded with star maps and wanted posters they hunker down for the night. Seeing them at the troll pub they tell you of their adventures after you buy them some glug. You decide you want to be like them. You want to bring in bad trolls to justice!

~ You get the supplies needed and start your first hunt. Vendel and Kanjigar are proud of you but Blinkius and Dictatious don't understand. They try to be supportive but they just don't get what you enjoy about bounty hunting. It's so bloody and brutal (not the way you do it but generally hunting does involve someone being fatally injured it dying)

~ You tell them the honest truth. The honest truth is you love everything about it. The traveling and exploring. The stories and adventures. The thrill of the hunt and the reward when you come home. Maybe they don't understand but they don't need too. Your happy and their happy for you that's all that matters.

~ Every time you come home after a long hunt you bring your brothers something and they treasure it in the library. They have books, rare crystals, various magical items, and exotic writing quills from your adventures. When you come home they share all the discoveries they've made and you all lay together in the library and embrace each other for hours.

Draal

~ You want to impress your dad. You want to show how strong you can be. If he's the Trollhunter than you'll help him by bringing bad trolls to justice. Kanjigarr doenst approve.

~ You leave for months sometimes a year or more but you always return with your bounty. You collect your money and stop by home to check up on Draal and how everyone's doing. Vendel is proud of your success and Blinky has written many books about you and your adventures but Kanjigarr remains distant...

~ Draal helps you build traps and come up with battle plans and ambushes. He's always excited to help with your work and although he doenst want to be a bounty hunter he's very supportive that you are one. He spars with you whenever you get back and makes sure to keep you on your toes. He's so proud of you and he doesn't care what father thinks. Your talented and your using your talent to help people.

~ Kanjigarr is verbally against the idea and he tells you this but you don't care. Your happy. You know he wants to protect you but you can protect yourself. Besides Draals so proud of you and always buys you a round of drinks when you come home. Trollmarket always welcomes you with open arms and stories of what you missed.

~ Your so efficient at your job and it really does take a burden off Kanjigarrs shoulders. Kanjigarr and Draal love hearing your stories even of your father wont admit it. And Draal constantly brags about you and your success. He's a proud brother and he wants everyone to know it.

~ Kanjigarr still doenst aprrove but you don't care you do what makes you happy and your brothers proud and all of Trollmarket knows of your success. You learned a long time ago you don't need your fathers permission or blessing. You do what you love and maybe someday he'll understand that's all that matters.

Vendel

~ You don't to it anymore. But there was a time when you were younger that you were known as a famous bounty Hunter. You hunted and took in trolls no one else dared.

~ You helped raise Kanjigarr Draal Blinkous and Dictatious. They grew up on tales of your adventures and conquests. Whenever you left you always made sure to bring something cool back for the whelps.

~ Whenever you returned you and Vendel would drink and share stories. There was often celebrations thrown and you'd dance and sing for hours while drinking mead.

~ It'd been a long time since your adventures but around many circles you were known as thel best bounty hunter there ever was. Sometimes you'll get younger trolls just starting out ask for advice and it always warms your heart too see yoing adventures go out and make their way in this world.

Changelings

Nomura

~ Your lives had been hard. As changelings that was expected. However when Nomura became a museum curator she found her passion. She'd lived through these eras, seen history in the making. Now she was recording it and changing anything suspicious.

~ When you find your passion she was ecstatic. You've both always been good hunters and spies so the fact you found something your good at and it makes you happy makes her proud.

~ She understands the thrill of the hunt and prowling around. Every time you bring in a bounty to the Order she welcomes you home with tea and cakes. You two spend time together swapping stories and when you eventually have to return or leave on another mission she sends you off with good luck.

~ Nothing makes her happier than when you come to the Order and are greeted with high praise for your hunt. Your skills are renound and as your sister she's happy fornyour success.

Otto

~ He's completely dedicated to the Order. He'll do anything for their lord and master Gunmar. So when you decide to become a bounty hunter and take down all the traitor changelings that leave the Order he's proud.

~ Whenever you come back from a hunt he makes sure to praise you and given his high status there's always some sort of party or celebration for your hard work. He loves showing you off and knows knows when Gunmar comes you'll both be seen as invaluable pieces in his war.

~ He gets worried sometimes. Your missions can take months even a year or two and often your no contact. He's glad you love your job but there are times where he misses you. That's one of the reasons he always throws a huge party when you come back.

~ Often he'll send goblins out to check on you and you always give them little gifts and messages to take bacj to your brother. He loves receiving them and eagerly awaits for your return.

Strickler

~ Your job started when you hunted down a trader changeling that almost got you killed. Turns out you were a better hunter and tracker than a spy who blends in.

~ Your new job at the Order became hunting down traitors or failures and bringing them to justice.

~ Occasionally you'll also do a personal job. Strickler has a lot of stress. He's planning a reform and takeover of the Janus Order if someone happens to try and stop him or get in his way they don't tend to be in the eay for long.

~ Your sibling may not understand you but he loves you. You always have eachothers backs and even though changelings have no honor you two always stick close together and no matter what help each other out.

[prettywordsyouleft]

Band Sessions: Dowoon

Pairing: Yoon Dowoon x reader

Genre: band au / university au / fluff

Warnings: none

Word count: 2681

Thank you to everyone who supported Band Sessions.

Index: Jae | Sungjin | Young K | Wonpil | Dowoon

It was the biggest scoop thus far for you to take on as a reporter for the campus newspaper. You had only transferred to this university at the start of the semester, and since the roles in the editing room had been well established before you came along, you had been lucky enough to be writing a weekly column as it was. Still, there was only so much of your journalism skills you could exercise in the highlights reel you had been assigned to.

So when a seasoned writer for the paper, Maggie, had fallen over skiing in the weekend, well, you had been worried for her, of course.

And secretly grateful for the opportunity to snag some of her workload.

“This is a big deal, Y/N. Day6 won another band competition on Friday night and we need someone to interview the members and write about their growing population on and off campus as a band.”

“I can do it,” you assured your editor-in-chief with a confident nod.

Gerrie sighed and looked around at the rest of the hustle in the office and then back at your face. You could tell he was hoping he could rely on someone else, perhaps someone who had already proven their talent in his eyes.

But this was going to be your moment. You had been accepted onto the newspaper team because of the stellar recommendations from your past university. There, you had usually held the third most important story of each edition. You had even saved the dying campus cafeteria after writing about their surprising culinary art.

So writing about a campus band would be a piece of cake.

“Alright, you have four days to interview them and present your article to me. It’s running in our next release.”

“I’ll get it to you on time, Gerrie,” you confirmed and picked up your notebook you had been scribbling in, shifting up out of the chair in front of the senior.

“Y/N,” he called out and you stopped to look back at Gerrie. His gaze pierced yours. “Don’t mess this up, I’m counting on you.”

“I won’t let you down, boss.”

Returning to your desk, you let an elated smile cross over your lips momentarily. You were wired up, excited to finally let your reporting prowess shine. Glancing down at the name written in the middle of the page of your notebook, you picked up your pen and circled Day6 a couple of times.

Oh yes, this would be amazing.

Once you found out who Day6 even was, that is.

Thankfully, it was never all that hard to research anything and your lack of knowledge about the five member band had been replaced with notes on all of their current accolades, how many gigs they had played this year, a fansite address, and most importantly, where their studio was located. You had even contacted the band over their official Instagram account and arranged an interview for the following evening. On your way over, you hummed along to one of their songs, Better Better, playing on Spotify through your phone, feeling more than ready to meet the band now known as regional finalists.

You could tell upon the studio door opening that this title was a big deal for them.

Sungjin, their leader, laughed heartily after greeting you, clasping his hands together and looking towards his members as he gestured for you to take a seat. “I never thought we’d be interviewed by the school paper.”

“Given you were interviewed by the local news station, it can’t be all that bad to have me here today.”

Having memorised all the members’ names, you smiled at Wonpil when he bashfully smiled, waving his hands around to dismiss the notion. “No, we’re really happy. Thank you for thinking of us!”

“Dude, you’re shaking, are you really happy?” Jae teased and leaned forward in his chair. He attention then switched to you. “You’re not taking a photo of us tonight, right?”

“No, I can use a photo from your latest gig, if you’d prefer. Your manager has sent me more than enough photos to pick from,” you offered and he somewhat relaxed, a lazy smile crossing his lips. You smiled knowingly, he definitely had a relationship with their manager as you suspected from her glowing conversation about the lead guitarist in particular.

Clearing your throat, you launched into your prepared questions after confirming it was alright to record the interview. It didn’t take long for Brian and Jae to take over, answering what you needed to know with relative ease. You picked up that whilst Sungjin was the leader, answering questions on the spot was more Brian’s forte. Still, the former was present, throwing in some witty remarks and making sure his younger members did participate.

You noticed that every time Dowoon talked, his ears would turn pink and he’d chuckle a lot. It was rather endearing, and you wondered just how many of their fans liked his shy persona. You could almost guarantee he was the type to get embarrassed being stopped on campus for a signature or photo.

“Oh yeah, he’s totally the type,” Jae confirmed with a laugh at the expense of the drummer. And then he nodded. “But Dowoon is the dark horse of our team.”

“Without a drummer keeping you all on time, how can you effectively work together,” you agreed, smiling brightly at the student now almost as red as Wonpil’s shirt. “How do you feel about the term Jae mentioned?”

Dowoon rubbed at the back of his neck awkwardly and then grinned. “Well, uh, I guess I’m kind of important.”

“Kind of?” Brian echoed with a laugh. “You’re definitely important.”

“Shall we go as far as to dub you the most important member?” you offered with an encouraging smile and Dowoon shook his head. “Come on now, if you don’t keep the time, then how can you play together as in sync as you do?”

“I guess that makes sense.”

You clapped your hands together and beamed at the rest of the group. “Thank you so much for your time today. I’m looking forward to your future achievements. And the show this weekend, as well.”

“Oh, you’re coming?” Sungjin asked and you nodded.

“Sweet, if your article goes well, you can come to the after-party,” Jae offered and shrugged when Wonpil gaped at him for suggesting it on those terms.

You merely chuckled. “Well I’ll consider myself invited since you all made it easy for me to write this up, I can tell.”

You thanked them all again for their time and then headed towards the door to the studio, smiling back at everyone before stepping out.

You felt relieved. Not only had the interview gone well, but you already felt inspired to draft up your first copy of the piece. Hurrying towards the elevator, you only hoped that your hands could keep up typing the thoughts now swirling around in your mind.

“Well, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m super impressed,” Gerrie announced when you handed in your article for submission. You beamed with his compliment, watching as he tried not to smile at you when he looked up. “I guess the highlights reel was not the right place to put you.”

“No, I think it humbled me.”

“Well, I’ll have to do some rearranging of the team. We’ll definitely need more of your articles running in the paper, Y/N.”

Thanking him repeatedly, you waited until you were out of the office before you began to celebrate. Pumping your hand up into the air, you let out a cheer, did a little dance on the spot and then patted your own shoulder.

When you were done singing your praises, you looked up and found someone watching you. Instead of feeling embarrassed, you grinned happily and approached the tall man whose ears were now the same colour as your blouse. “Destiny called you here, right?”

“Who’s Destiny?” Dowoon wondered and then eyed you carefully. “Are you alright, Y/N?”

“Never been better.”

“You ran around in a circle,” he pointed out with a small smirk. So he had enjoyed the performance you had just put on.

Nudging him playfully, you couldn’t contain your happiness. “My scoop on Day6 was a hit. I was complimented by the steely Gerrie Moore. That is not an easy feat and it’s all thanks to you.”

“Really?” he genuinely enthused and grinned. “Let me buy you a celebratory coffee then!”

“Only if you allow me to buy you a piece of cake to say thanks for helping me out,” you compromised and Dowoon laughed, nodding once.

“Are you free now?”

“Didn’t you see me just run around in a circle? Do you think I could possibly be up to anything more productive?” you mentioned with a laugh and Dowoon chuckled.

“Well then, coffee and cake it is.”

You had believed that conversation with Dowoon would be hard to achieve. Admittedly, at first, he had seemed shy. But he persisted through in asking you how you had been and you easily steered the conversation towards your hobbies and interests.

“You know, I’ve always wanted to learn the drums,” you mentioned and Dowoon’s eyebrows arched curiously.

“Really?”

You nodded. “Of course. How cool would it be to vent your annoyance by banging something?”

“There’s more to drumming than just banging at the instrument, Y/N. It takes a lot of skill.”

“Of course there is,” you agreed and then leaned over the table towards him. Dowoon eyed you cautiously. “Reckon you could show me sometime?”

“You… you want to learn?”

Nodding eagerly, you pointed to the exit. “Are you free now?”

“You just do everything on a whim, don’t you?” he asked with a laugh and you shrugged.

“When I have an idea, I want to follow it through. So, can you teach me?”

“I bet after thirty minutes you’ll never want to drum again,” he proclaimed and you gaped at Dowoon, rolling up your sleeves as if you were preparing yourself to prove him wrong.

You smirked. “I’m competitive.”

“I can tell.”

“Come on then, let’s go so I can prove you wrong!”

You did in fact, last longer than thirty minutes. But you had to admit, it was a whole lot harder than you expected. Most of the time, Dowoon had you simply kicking the bass drum in a stable rhythm. That was relatively easy until your leg tired.

Dowoon smirked. “It’s not easy, is it?”

“I can do it,” you corrected, heaving in a deep breath and trying to regain your tempo. When you had it, you smiled smugly and gestured for what was next.

“Y/N, most people learn the basics for weeks on end. You need to build up your leg muscles on the kick drum first.”

“No I want to try and incorporate my hands too!” you bit back, looking at the drum kit before you. Pointing at a part of it, you looked over at Dowoon. “This is the floor Tom, right?”

“You know your parts,” he replied with a surprised smile.

“When I research something I have an interest in, I like to know all the facts,” you commented, heaving in another breath.

Maintaining this beat was a lot harder than you wanted to let on.

“Oh yeah, is that how you knew stuff about us?”

“Of course. A reporter’s job is to find the facts and bring the story to life with them.”

“So you know about us?” he repeated and you glanced in Dowoon’s direction, your focus narrowing as he rubbed at the back of his neck. “I bet you know a lot about Jae and Brian. They’re popular with the fans.”

“Your favourite colour is red, you have a dog and a cat, you love most types of meals with meat in them and you strangely like green tea ice cream.”

Dowoon blinked, and his ears turned red. “You know all that?”

“What, that’s just after a simple search from your fansites. Kind of crazy to think you have fans compiling lists like this, huh?”

“I’m grateful,” he mumbled and you nodded.

“I thought you would be.”

“Do you know anything else?” he wondered, his hand mindlessly playing with the cymbals. You examined his motion for a moment before giving up on kick pedal, collapsing over the snare drum.

“I know that my leg is about to fall off,” you heaved and Dowoon chuckled. Looking up at him, you smiled. “And that you have a nice talking voice. Your laugh is really cute too. And when you smile, I almost forget what I’m talking about. At the interview, you were the one I wanted to hear from the most.”

“Really?” Dowoon tried not to grin but it spread across his lips all the same. “You like talking to me?”

“I do. And admittedly, you were right. I don’t think I’m cut out for drumming. You’re super talented, Dowoon. I just wanted to spend more time with you.”

“Why would you want to do that?”

You chewed on your lip with hesitation. However, you were known to be bold with all your thoughts. It was how you were an excellent reporter. Sometimes, the risks you took were worth a moment of feeling out of your depth.

“Well, I saw what your ideal type was listed as and hoped I matched up well enough for you to want to spend time with me. And maybe go out on a date?” For a moment, Dowoon was frozen. You weren’t even sure he was breathing still and you watched carefully to ensure he wasn’t going to collapse or anything. And then he seemed to come back alive again, unable to control his emotions. His eyes were bright and he swapped between chuckling and grinning giddily. His ears were pink, as was his neck too. He seemed to be overheating.

Reaching out for his hand, you squeezed it, hoping he would calm down a little. It seemed to work, even though Dowoon had rested against the wall to hold himself up. “You’re bold.”

“I told you, when I show an interest in something, I need to know all the facts. There’s no point in me trying to play coy with you when I like you. But, if you don’t feel the same-”

“No, I definitely do. I just… you really do match my ideal type. I’m kind of surprised that you actually exist.”

It was your turn to blush finally and Dowoon seemed to like this a little too much. “Hey, about that after-party this weekend…”

“Want to come as my date?” Dowoon asked before you could suggest anything and you nodded happily, swinging your still linked hands back and forth gently.

“I’d really like that.”

“Can I request something though?”

“What?”

Dowoon grinned. “I don’t know nearly as much as you do. Reckon you could write up a facts list like the one you found on me? That way I can learn about you too.”

“Don’t you want to find out slowly like how most people do whilst dating?”

Dowoon shook his head. “If you’re going to know all you do about me first, I want to level out the playing field.”

“I’ll have it to you by tomorrow then,” you answered, standing up from the drum kit. You weren’t prepared for how weak your leg was, and stumbled, Dowoon reaching out to catch you. Your hands went to his middle and your eyes snapped up to his.

“Oh,” you commented, blinking slowly. “I guess that’s true too.”

“What is?”

“That drummers tend to have really good bodies.”

“Y/N!” Dowoon spluttered and then laughed. “Maybe you know too much.”

“It’s my job to know a lot about things,” you countered and Dowoon nodded. You then slipped your arms around his waist, nestling into his body. You waited to see what his reaction would be but he didn’t pull away, his arms gingerly sliding up to pat you gently.

“Let me catch up. I want to know a lot of things about you too.”

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THE FOOL :    A  “ MODERN DAY ”  SETTING .

Any modern pagan or wiccan knows what it feels when a spirit or energy enters the room. Or if you frequently hunt ghosts, you know when their emotions are affecting you. Literature can muck things up quite a bit. Though I’m not changing how the fool would interact with your character, I do want to delve deep into what it means to set up an altar for the fool, and what would happen to you if you were to work with him, his energy, and his power.

Some great examples of what I mean: what would be his favorite offerings; why would he want you to do this or that; what sort of prayers or rituals could you do for him; what ways could you honor him and his work for you?

Let’s take a look.

Let’s get one thing off the bat: The Fool wouldn’t care what you do with his altar. He doesn’t mind if you make it ginormous, or just a simple candle. He wants you to do what you’re comfortable with. The only thing he’ll ever command out of you is that you deliberately choose something you enjoy. If your favorite smell is apple pie, he will command you to get a candle of apple pie. If your favorite smell is moonlight summer, he will command you get moonlight summer. He doesn’t care as long as he knows that it’s your favorite.

What this means is that his altar is going to be a mish-mash of unorganized, probably ugly things that don’t exactly match. An adorable altar cloth that has pretty puppy paws because you love dogs, but gothic-esque boxes because those made your heart flutter, but then this rainbow-colored candle that you could NOT pass up. He wants it that way. He does not want you to focus on organization; he wants you to focus on what you want, as he will enjoy what you will. Sure he may ask for certain offerings at certain times, or his candle to be lit at some times more than others, such as all supernatural would, but he wants to enjoy what you enjoy.

If you hesitate to buy the basics that you don’t enjoy and go for the aesthetic look, he will not like them. That candle will never stay lit, those offering boxes will never work right, and that incense ash will always make a fucking mess; never will it land in the tray. Be sure you get what you like -- toss aesthetic to the wind when you work with this entity.

But once you’ve got the basics down, what else would he enjoy? What offerings? 

For food, he would want junk food and sweets. Especially chocolate. Most people enjoy chocolate as a guilty pleasure and indulge in it when they need relief. Often will he ask for pieces of chocolate, whether that be bars or whole-ass cakes. It’s up to you, but the bigger you give him the better he’ll work with you. Realistically though, he will take anything. It doesn’t matter what it is.

Other than the typical guilty pleasure of junk food, he would also like your favorite food. A few bites, not much -- just so he can get a taste and enjoy what you’re enjoying. If it isn’t your favorite food, he’ll mold it to let you know that this is not what he asked for. Just think that in general, he’d want what your first choice would be. Anything else is lackluster, second best, and generally never worth it.

CITRINE! CITRINE! CITRINE! That is his favorite crystal and he will ask for it ALL THE TIME! Citrine has the power to eradicate depression and bring you joy and happiness. If not citrine, definitely tiger’s eye so he can sneak into your third eye. He’d wanna throw as many signs at you as he can; he would be a very talkative entity to work with. Signs everywhere that basically say: “hey i’m here wanna smell these random flowers i put on your walk to work today?” The more you give him, the more he’ll get to you. A huge chunk of it would make him extra happy! Opalite can work too, but not as powerfully.

What about smells? What sort of perfumes would the fool like? Or incenses? Easy! Anything fruity or nature based. Any sort of wood, especially sandalwood would catch his eye the most. Catch him swirling up that ash or making little designs with the burnt wood upon burning sandalwood incense. But he’ll accept any and all earthy smells. Strawberry incense would be pretty nice too, but he would rather take all those fruity smells for the perfume, and give them to you / let you use them when you need an extra pick me up for the day.

Most deities and entities enjoy lavender. I don’t think the fool would? He isn’t the type of person that likes to “relax.” Not that he doesn’t think relaxing isn’t important itself, and sometimes relaxation is what people need to celebrate! But he, himself isn’t one to really relax or calm down. So anything like lavender, mugwort, frankincense, or the like, would make him upset. He will not enjoy it and he will let you know.

Nature offerings, like Lady Artemis. Pinecones, flowers( especially if you know they’re signs from him ), jars of dirt, any seed from any plant imaginable, roots, crushed leaves, anything that can present itself from mother earth. But what would entice and intrigue him the most is rocks and pebbles from mountains -- something about those seem to catch his interest the most. Seeing the world from a higher level, perhaps? Or perhaps knowing you succeeded in your climb and wanted a souvenir to your victory?

Speaking of signs, what would be signs that he’s in your life? First and foremost -- wanting to go mountain hiking when you’ve never wanted to do that before. Wanting to go sightseeing. Are you hearing laughter or voices in the wind? That’s probably him. Are you getting happy at your small successes? Are you meeting a lot of wise people lately? Perhaps you’re getting the fool and the tower mixed together in your tarot readings, that’s another sign too. Is nature or the environment suddenly a huge interest to you as well? Definitely him, too.

And how can you honor him when he’s finally in your life?

Enjoying yourself! Loving yourself and life by doing what you enjoy and loving it. Stopping to do what is important, like self-care, growth and improvement, and sniffing those flowers along the way, whatever that may mean to you. Giving back to mother earth for what you took from her, and trying out those challenges and accomplishing those goals. Telling people what it means to help yourself and enjoy life, as well. This is how. And he’ll give you more and more power the more you do each of these.

Though this “foolish” energy has some of his own preferences, just keep in mind that if you choose to work with him, he will always want what you want the most, no matter what it is. He will enjoy what you enjoy.

BONUS -   Spells he would assist you with the most:  anti-anxiety/depression spells, fidelity/forgiveness/friendship spells, cleansing, grounding spells.

BONUS 2 -   Prayers can include:  mentions of happiness, helping to “slow down,” trying to find friends and lovers, opening up, helping your garden/harvest, and generally wishing for assistance with your day-to-day life routine.

BONUS 3 -   Punishments include:  never finding peace or joy for an extended amount of time, your garden dying, friends suddenly growing cold, distant, and apathetic in you for seemingly no reason, making sure your routine is to chaotic too enjoy anything.

BONUS 3A -   How to upset him:  destroying mother earth without a proper cause, without giving her an offering, or asking her first. taking away someone’s happiness, whether that be a person, material thing, or general goals in life. hexing people, no matter the cause -- he absolutely hates the idea of dark magic and will never allow you to do so, no matter how much you ask.

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Drabble prompt request! =) "Your name's not Alayne!"

Thank you so much for the dialogue prompt, my dear!  This got much longer than a drabble and I wound up going a totally different direction with it than I’d originally planned when you sent it but I hope you’ll enjoy a little mystery and amnesia AU anyway :)

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“You’re name’s not Alayne!” someone shouts but it’s hazy.  It’s a familiar voice.  Or is it a stranger’s?  

I am Alayne.  Who else would I be?

Her name had been the first thing she’d learned…somewhere.

**

Red lights.  Blue lights.  The first things she sees after the darkness.  The mangled automobile surrounds her.  Sirens and the voices of first responders are near but foggy.  Is she dreaming?  No.  

There’s a gruff voice but his touch is careful.  “What’s your name, miss?”

She opens her eyes slowly again to find blue eyes looking back at her.  Blue eyes, black hair, ruggedly handsome.  

“Alayne,” she murmurs. “I am Alayne.”

His head tilts to the side, studying her.  “I’m Gendry, Alayne.  I’m going to get you out of this mess.”

She smiles feebly.  She wants to thank him but she slips into darkness again.

**

Bright white lights. They’re so glaring, so unpleasant. As unpleasant as the squeal of the gurney’s wheels and the squeak of rubber-soled shoes while strangers shout things about their patient, the Caucasian female, late 20s.  She’s a race, a sex and a vague guess at her age to them…along with the list of her injuries.  They’re focused on that.  

“What’s your name, honey?” a nurse asks with kind eyes like molten chocolate and curly black hair.

“Alayne.  My name is Alayne.”

“You got parents?  Siblings?  A boyfriend maybe?”

“There’s…there’s someone.”

Their faces float in front of her but she doesn’t know them.  Who are they?  Who am I?

Another face is there, solemn but handsome, dark curly hair and grey eyes.  Who is he?  

“Don’t worry, honey. We’ll find them,” the older woman says, squeezing her hand.

She wants to say more, ask questions of her own but she has an IV now and someone’s just given her a sedative.  She drifts.

**

Dim yellow lights.  It’s peaceful even though there’s no peace.  He’s here.  Somehow, she knew he’d come though she’s not sure how she knew it.�� 

He’s so distressed and it makes her sad.  She knows she should be, too.  It’s just all so disconnected and strange.  There’s odd images floating around, childhood memories that aren’t hers.  Or are they?  

“You were driving home from the market.  You’d said you wanted to make a lemon cake since we were celebrating.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know why, sweetheart.  These things happen.  The police are investigating the crash.  The other driver took off and…”

“No, I mean, why were we celebrating?  Who are you?”

That’s when he’d realized something else was wrong, something the trauma team had missed.  

The doctor’s low voice is telling him about her head injury.  She remembers some things but most of it’s hazy and some of it seems like a dream.

Jon.  He’s Jon and he’s supposed to be her fiancé.  He is her fiancé but she doesn’t remember him.

They cry together quietly after the doctor leaves.  He’s gentle, so sweet and kind.  He assures her they’ll work through this.  He loves her very much and she must love him, too.  In time, she’ll remember.

**

Sunset washes the world in pink and gold.  They’re home and he’s brought her out to her flower garden.

“You enjoy being out here more than just about anything, I think.”

“I do?”  He winces and she wishes she could reassure him.  “It’s lovely.”

“When I first brought you to my home after…”  He’s grimacing now and she knows he’s deciding whether or not to share something unpleasant with her.  

“Tell me,” she said, soft but firm.  She wants to know.  They’re going to rebuild the memories she’s lost.  She’ll remember in time.  The doctors are hopeful but no one is more hopeful than Jon.  She wants to share his optimism.    

“I took you from your father’s house.  You were not happy there.  He kept you…locked away.”  

“Locked away?”  A flash of memory, green-grey eyes and mint on his breath.  It makes her flesh creep.

“He was not a good man, Alayne.”

Fear, isolation and something else lingers in the corners of her mind when she thinks of him.  Petyr.  The name of her father sounds queer to her but Jon says that’s his name same as her name is Alayne.  ‘You must remember your name, Alayne.’

“What happened to him?”

“He died.”

He bites out those two words and something in his tone makes her hesitant to ask more about it.

“How did you know him? How did we meet?”

“I was…”  He scrubs at the back of his neck, looking embarrassed. “I worked as a landscaper on his estate. I tended the lawn and we met one day.” He starts to blush.  “You leaned out your window.  You told me I’d kill your blue roses watering them too much.  We…we hit it off.”

She smiles when this flash comes to her.  They’d quarreled but only briefly.  The quarreling had quickly turned into flirting.  “I remember,” she sighs.

“You do?”  She nods and he’s pleased.  “When I’d come near the house, I’d look up towards your window and you’d come stand there.  If no one was loitering about, I’d wave.  If no one was around inside, you’d open the window and we’d talk.”

And we fell in love.

“You love our garden,” Jon explains, carefully taking her hand in his.  “You said you liked being outside as much as possible after…after being there.”

It feels good having her hands in the soil again, tending her flowers.  She spends hours in her garden until it’s time to go inside and eat dinner with Jon.  Jon, who loves her and took her away from Petyr’s house.

**

Sunrise, golden through the sheer curtains hanging in their room.  It spills onto her pillow as her messy hair fans out around her like a halo.  His fingers slip through it.

“You like my hair.”

“I do.”  

“It was brown once, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, you were dying it when we met.  I don’t know why.  Your natural shade is so beautiful.”  

His eyes are lit by the sunshine filtering in as he leans towards her for a kiss and another.  His arms are warm and strong.  

“If you don’t want to...”

“I want to,” she tells him.

She curls one leg around his thigh and sinks her fingers into his dark hair as he moves within her. Their soft moans and heavy breathing fill the quiet bedroom as birds chirp outside in her flower garden.  

He loves her and she loves him.  She’s remembering bits and pieces. She’ll remember all of it soon.  

But this morning, she’d woke up remembering something else, how much she loved the way this felt with Jon.

**

Christmas lights. Bright and cheerful music which Jon claims he hates.  He still smiles when she sings along to her favorites.  It’s funny how she knows them by heart.  Some things never left at all, she supposes.  

Their hands are clasped as they make their way into the store to shop.  Green and red decorations everywhere but that’s not what they’re shopping for.  Petal pink and soft whites.  Maybe some yellow.  

She loses Jon around the stuffed animals, giggling at him wanting to buy a bear nearly as big as they are.  “What will a baby do with that?” she teases.

“Mr. Bear will watch over her for me while she naps,” he says in a tone so serious she only laughs more fully.  

She heads towards the cribs, telling him to catch up.  She spies a little lamp with a cow jumping over the moon on the shade.  She remembers that nursery rhyme.  She wonders if she’ll ever be able to tell their child about her own childhood.

“Sansa?”

She turns though she doesn’t know why.  That is not her name.    

There’s a young woman, pregnant like her standing behind her with a young man.  He’s got black hair and blue eyes.  He’s familiar.  

“It’s her, Arya.  That wreck…I told you about the girl we pulled from the vehicle and how she favored your sister,” he’s saying to the young woman. “I can’t believe it’s really you,” he says to her next.

“I’m sorry?”

She feels Jon join her.   His arms wrapping protectively around her waist.  “Who’s this, sweetheart?”

I wish I knew. “Do I know you?”

“Sansa,” the young woman says again and her grey eyes fill with tears.  Her hair is dark like Jon’s and she’s familiar, even more familiar than the young paramedic named Gendry.

“My name is Alayne.” But for the first time, she’s not so sure.  ‘You must remember your name, Alayne.’

“We’ve looked so long, so many years.  I can’t believe I’d find you here.”

“Looked for me?”

“After Baelish abducted you, we feared we’d never find you again.  And then when he wound up murdered, we hoped you’d come home to us…if you were still…alive.”

“Murdered?”

She feels Jon stiffen and suddenly remembers.  Petyr choking on his own blood and Jon grasping her hand.  “I’ll take you away from here.  I’ll protect you, I promise.  No one will never know.  We’ll move far away.”  

“Why didn’t you come home, Sansa?  It’s been two years since he died.  Mother’s been mad with grief.  We all have.”

“I’m…my name is Alayne.”

“Your name’s not Alayne!” She’s so loud.  She stamps her foot like a child having a tantrum. Tears stream down her cheeks.  “Don’t you remember me at all?”

Shoppers nearby stop their milling about and stare at them.  Her own cheeks are burning with various emotions, humiliation and frustration.

But she remembers this young woman.  She remembers her as a girl.  

Sometimes, they would laugh but sometimes, they’d get angry with each other, a storm of hurtful words and bad feelings until one would beg the other’s pardon and they would hug and…

“Arya?”

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Cake Heals All Wounds

This fic was published on patreon on August 14th as part of the four exclusive stories that you can read for $2 a month! This one is sort of a Great British Bake Off AU

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Aziraphale sighed in relief as soon as he was out of the tent and in the open, grassy field. While the sun was hot and beamed down directly on his head, it was better than the suffocating heat that had been trapped inside with the contestants and crew and the two of them.

“Fuck the producers for scheduling the longest bakes in the middle of a heatwave.”

Crowley lifted his hair off the back of his neck. His cheeks were splotched with red and sweat soaked his hairline. The poor thing looked miserable in his all-black outfit that had become his signature style.

Aziraphale tutted. “You can’t expect them to predict the weather when they schedule the series months ahead of time.”

They had managed to escape before makeup cornered them to dab up their perspiration and re-apply powders and concealers. Aziraphale was tired of having tissues shoved into his collar and towels pressed to his forehead. He just wanted a moment of peace without a camera on him.

“It happens every year,” Crowley said. “I think they’re doing it on purpose. It’s either their longest bakes or something with chocolate. It’s psychological torture at this point.”

Aziraphale did feel terrible for the bakers who were on the verge of breakdowns induced by both stress and the heat. Crowley was right, though. It wasn’t anything new. Filming was coming to an end, and the tension was increasing every minute along with the temperature.

Crowley had his conspiracy theories that the producers intentionally made every other episode miserable for the bakers for entertainment. Aziraphale doubted that they were that evil. But he knew what ratings looked like, and he knew how people took to social media when dramatic episodes aired. It was good for the producers, but it couldn’t have been intentional. At least not totally. Not every time.

“Oh God, they found us,” Crowley mumbled.

Two women, who were always well-meaning, approached them. The dabbing of tissues and the assaulting with brushes began.

Aziraphale was ready to be in the studio for voiceovers. He didn’t have to be in the heat with every scent of bread and cake clinging onto him by the end of the day (which he didn’t necessarily hate, but it did grow old). He could be in his own comfortable clothing rather than the dapper get-up that the audience expected to see him in, and he wouldn’t need layers of powder on his face for him to scrape off later.

“They’re getting ready to decide who’s going home, we think,” one of the women said, removing tissues from his collar.

Crowley chugged the water bottle he was handed as his makeup artist tried dabbing a powder puff into his cheeks. “I hate that part.”

“Well, I have to say it this week,” Aziraphale said.

Crowley smiled at him. “Yeah. I’ll make it up to you.”

“You could try taking your turn.”

“But they love it when it’s you.” ‘They’ was the audience. “You get all choked-up.”

“Just take your turn next week, and we’ll call it even.”

“Next week is the semi-finals.”

It was the last time someone would be sent home and the most emotional week of the series. Whoever didn’t make it would be devastated after making it so far and getting nothing. And Aziraphale and Crowley would be heartbroken having to be the bearer of bad news and see a familiar face leave. It was their annual tradition to go out after filming and buy a couple of bottles of wine and whiskey and sit up all night while binging on their alcohol and take out.

“I’m aware.”

Crowley scoffed. “I was thinking something along the lines of dinner.”

“You can take me to dinner, too.”

“Unbelievable.”

Crowley slid his sunglasses off to allow his eyes and nose to be touched up. Aziraphale watched as the off-hazel, nearly-yellow looked off in the distance. His eyes gained him a bit of celebrity. They were a “distinct feature” as talent agencies and IMDb declared. Crowley had grown sick of them and never saw anything quite special about them in the first place.

Aziraphale was obsessed with them.

“Alright, let’s get back inside before we get yelled at.”

Crowley walked back into the tent. Aziraphale followed.

—

“What do you mean you have another gig?”

“I mean that I have another gig, angel.”

Aziraphale wished the conversation was happening in public. That way, Crowley could see how huffy he looked. He could furrow his brow and purse his lips. But as it was, he could only try to convey his near-tantrum over the phone.

“What is it?”

“I can’t really say yet. All I can tell you is that I’m not going to be at the studio at the same time as you. Is it really that big of a deal?”

“Yes! We’re always there together.”

“It’ll just have to be different this time. Listen, angel, I have to go. I have a rehearsal soon.”

“Rehearsal for your new gig?”

“Yes. I’ll talk to you later. Are we still on for lunch Friday?”

Aziraphale thought about canceling the plans just to be a bastard. “Of course.”

—

“Anathema’s ‘Occult Occake’ is an aesthetical twist on the traditional jam cake. Dyed black with squid ink, the cake will be layered with homemade strawberry jam. It’ll be shaped as a demon-summoning circle with powder sugar symbols and fondant candles.”

Aziraphale wished he could record the lines before knowing the results. Anathema would have been the winner that week if that cake had turned out as she had envisioned it. The jam, which she had attempted to make in the tent, had been far too runny and seeped into the cake. Aziraphale had stood by as the hosts cut into it and revealed the soggy mess.

It was the first time Anathema had cried on camera, and it was all Aziraphale could think about.

“Can we try that again, Aziraphale?”

Aziraphale nodded. If Crowley were there, nothing would feel amiss and Aziraphale wouldn’t be flubbing his lines.

“Anathema’s ‘Occult Occake’ is an aesthetical twist on the traditional jam cake…”

He wouldn’t be thinking about Anathema’s face crumpled as soon as the hosts looked up at her with disappointed raised eyebrows and comments about how “Really, we expected better from you.” It was the worst Anathema could be confronted with—disappointment. Aziraphale had picked up on that by helping her plate biscuits and giving her mid-bake pep talks. She didn’t care if her presentation went wrong or if flavors didn’t work well. She only cared if she had expectations set on her, and as it looked as she was going to win the entire series (and as nearly the entire country hopes for it), she felt the pressure.

“Anathema’s ‘Occult Occake’ is an aesthetical twist on the traditional jam cake…”

If Crowley were there, he could point out how Anathema had quickly dried her tears and how Newt had run over to hug her as soon the cameras cut. He could take Aziraphale’s mind off the ordeals they had to go through.

“Anathema’s ‘Occult Occake’ is an aesthetical twist on the traditional jam cake…”

—

“Try this one.”

Aziraphale turned around and a bite of cake was being shoved in his face. He took Crowley’s hand and held it away so he could have a little dignity while taking it in his mouth. Once he realized how their fingers were touching and for so long, though, he pulled away with burning cheeks. It was obscene.

When the cameras finally went off for the last time that year, Aziraphale and Crowley were free to finally eat the cake they had watched being made for hours. And they were always determined to eat their fill of each of the three cakes presented before they were divvied up among the crowd of past-contestants and family.

Aziraphale hummed. It was rich and sweet and moist and satisfied his growling stomach. “Is that Newton’s?”

Crowley nodded and stabbed at the mangled piece on his plate. The cakes were supposed to remain pretty after being cut into, but Crowley somehow had the ability to make a mess out of anything he ate.

It was endearing if a bit annoying when Aziraphale wanted to take his time savoring every bite. Aziraphale could never be too annoyed with anything Crowley ever did. At the end of every day, he thought of Crowley and smiled.

His chest was tight, and his mouth was dry. He regretted not grabbing a glass of champagne.

“I was thinking,” Aziraphale said, “of taking a holiday in a few weeks.”

Crowley shoved more cake into his mouth. The dear would end up sick if he didn’t pace himself. Again, it was endearing yet annoying.

“Where’you goin’?” Crowley asked around the cake.

“That’s the thing.” Aziraphale rubbed his hands together and smiled. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears. “I was wondering if you’d like to join me, and if you would, I’d like you to have some say.”

Crowley froze. He swallowed his cake. He looked away.

“Uh… sure. I don’t have much on. Just a little filming over the next month.”

“Oh, of course. Your new gig.”

Aziraphale’s heart sank, though he wasn’t sure why. He wasn’t disappointed. He got what he wanted. A holiday with his friend whom he fancied that could potentially lead to more. But he wasn’t happy, either.

“Yeah.”

Crowley was becoming more popular, Aziraphale had to admit. While Aziraphale had made his fair share of guest appearances since the show gained its devoted, international following, Crowley was becoming an actual celebrity—noticed in shops, gaining masses of new followers on social media, earning nominations for bougie awards. Aziraphale was happy for him. But he also knew that with the newfound popularity, there was less time to spend together.

There would always be new gigs and interviews and publicity. There would be business dinners and coffees and contract meetings. There would be conflicting schedules and canceled lunches and postponed traditions.

“I’ll check my schedule, and we can plan something around it.”

“Around your new schedule. Right.”

And there was always the fear of Crowley leaving the show for good. What would Azirpahale do then? They were a duo at this point. Would Aziraphale be asked to leave the show? Would he leave on his own accord if his partner—filming partner, totally professional—wasn’t around anymore?

And if they weren’t filming together anymore, then would they grow apart?

“We can figure it out,” Crowley said. “And then we can decide where we’re going.”

“Alright.”

Crowley smiled. “Why do you look sad?”

“I don’t! I’m quite happy. There’s no reason to be sad.”

Crowley clearly didn’t believe him. He cut into Anathema’s winning cake and handed a somewhat sloppy piece to Aziraphale.

Cake healed all wounds.    

[lovely-angst]

Hi! I’m so glad to see you back, I’m dying with college too so good luck! So my request would be Bakugo forgetting his girlfriend bday and things get angsty and ugly and the Bakugo trying to make it up? You decide wether they make up or not muahahahha, thanks a lot and have a lovely day!

oof, me. My birthday last year was not so hot. Thankfully this year it went by pretty okay!

Bakugou is a Pro Hero in this fic! I thought it would fit the story a little better, hope you enjoy!

Today was your big day; your birthday had finally rolled around! The past few months had taken all of your power to not burst out of excitement and tell Bakugou how close your birthday was getting. You wanted to see if he would remember his own girlfriend’s birthday, it shouldn’t be too hard, right?

“Good morning Katsuki!” You chirped as you rolled around to lift yourself off the male, hovering over him with your arms on each side of his head. Bakugou squinted at you before turning away and tucking himself into his pillow, “Why are you so excited, go back to sleep,” he groans, pulling the blankets with him. “Katsuki, come on, lets go do something fun today!” You whine as you lay on his side dramatically.

“I can’t, I have work today,” he mumbled from underneath the blankets and you frown, getting off him and sitting beside him on the bed. “You work today?” you ask as he finally sits up, blankets falling off his bare chest. “You didn’t take work off or anything?” 

“No, why would I?” he asks puzzled but shrugs it off with a hard stretch. You furrow your brows slightly upset with how things are looking but you still had hope for today. “What time will you be done?” you ask as Bakugou stands from the bed and makes his way towards his dresser.

“Sometime around five, maybe?” he states, “Were you trying to do something today?” Bakugou asks and you laugh lightly at his question. “Well, not really. I have no plans today, I’m free all day!” you hint but Bakugou didn’t react at all. 

Bakugou didn’t mention anything about your birthday the entire morning before he left for to work for the day, but you still had hope. Bakugou was loving and he cared for you! There was no chance he could forget your birthday, you two had been together for all these years! 

At least, that’s how you tried convincing yourself.

“Thanks again, Mina! It means a lot to me!” You exclaim as you held the girl’s hands happily. As you were out buying a cake for you and Bakugou to share for the evening, you ran into Mina, who had wished you a happy birthday.

“It’s nothing! I’m sorry I couldn’t give you a present today, I wasn’t expecting to run into you like this!” she cried and you shook your head, “The fact that you remember is more than enough!”

She gave you a warm smile before perking up, “Oh! What did Bakugou do for you today? I bet he got you some red roses or an elegant ring!” She exclaimed excitedly but you could only smile back in response. “Um, he hasn’t done anything yet, but maybe he’s just trying to surprise me?” You state hesitantly and Mina steps back in shock. “You’re kidding! Has he at least wished you a happy birthday?!”

“Well...no..” You sigh dejectedly before she reaches over to grab your hands once more. “Do you need me to yell at him? I can go to his hero agency right now!” 

“Thanks, but it’s okay. I want to see if Katsuki will remember,” you sigh once more as you step away. “Thanks again for today, see you soon,” you say with a small wave as you make your way towards the bakery.

By the time you got home with the cake, four in the evening was approaching quick. You had spent your morning replying to birthday wishes from old classmates and spent the afternoon running errands. Bakugou would be coming home in an hour so you decided to give him a quick call just to check on him.

“Hello?”

“Hi Katsuki, how’s work going?” You ask with a smile as you decorate your cake with many candles around the neat piping. “Coming home soon?”

“Same as usual, just finishing up these dumbass papers. Why do we even need to fill out paperwork?” Bakugou complains over the phone causing you to giggle. “But turns out im going to be at the agency a little longer today, later in the evening.” 

Your hand finishes placing the candles on the birthday cake as you look at it with sad eyes, “You can’t come home early?” You say in a voice so soft it almost comes out as a whisper. Bakugou sighs into the phone, “I’m trying to get this all done so it’ll be easier on us in the future.” 

“Okay,” you sigh, “see you later then.” and with that, the phone call ended.“The day’s still young...” you whisper as you placed the cover back over the cake with a heavy heart.

It was long past ten at night and Bakugou was still at the agency finishing his hero work. It had taken him much longer to complete his paperwork and other hero assignments in the office than he had anticipated. 

“Woah dude, you’re still here?” Kirishima exclaims, jerking to a stop when he sees his friend still in the office. “Unless you finish these papers for me, these papers don’t finish themselves,” Bakugou mumbles as he scribbles away.

“Shouldn’t you be home with (Name) right now?” Kirishima inquires and Bakugou turns around from his chair, “Did you even do anything with her today?” 

“What are you getting at?”

“Well, it’s (Name)’s birthday today.”

“No it’s not, (Name) didn’t tell me it was her birthday this morning,” Bakugou scoffs and Kirishima sighs disappointedly, “Of course she didn’t. Girls do that to test if their boyfriends remember their birthdays. You’re kinda hopeless in a relationship Bakugou..”

Turning around to grab his phone from his desk, Bakugou checked on the time only to find a little less than two hours until midnight. “Fuck!” Bakugou cursed as he grabbed his items and dashed past the red haired male. “Good luck!” Kirishima yelled out as he watched Bakugou running home.

When Bakugou reached the door to your shared space, he was nervous and incredibly guilty, to say the least. Opening the front door, he noticed all the lights off and all that surrounded him was the silent of the night. 

“(Name)?” Bakugou called out as he made his way towards the kitchen table. A cake was all that sat upon the table with a single sliced removed, the peice you ate by yourself alone on your birthday. 

Slowly, Bakugou made his way towards the bedroom where he found the door shut. Hesitantly he opened the door and found you on the bed covered in blankets, asleep probably. 

Stepping closer, his heart shattered in his body when he saw the light tear streaks illuminated by the moonlight streaming down your cheeks. You turned away from him and towards the wall as you covered your face with the blankets. 

“(Name), I-” Bakugou started, unsure of what to say to make you feel better. “Happy Birthday,” he said softly but you didn’t react. The room was silent for what felt like an eternity before you spoke up in a whisper.

“It doesn’t matter anymore; it’s already night time,” you said heartbroken. “Babe,” Bakugou whispered as he walked over towards the bed and turned you over, your face filled with sadness. “I’m- fuck- I know I'm an idiot for forgetting.”

“I waited for you to say something all day, Katsuki,” your replied as more tears filled your eyes, “All I waited for was a simple ‘happy birthday’ from you.” you brought the blanket to your eyes as you let out a sob. 

“Birthdays aren’t all that special but I thought that you could be there to make it special for me and make me feel special on this day, but in the end, I was left feeling like I didn’t matter instead.” 

All Bakugou could do was sit there and listen to your sobs. He really messed this up big time. The only day in the year dedicated to you and he forgot it. 

What a mess. 

“I can take work off tomorrow for you and we can celebrate together, that sounds like a solid plan,” Bakugou tries but you just shrug, “It’s not the same though cause it’s not on my birthday anymore.” You sure were a tough bug when it came to your birthday and though it was quite frustrating to Bakugou, he still couldn’t blame anyone but himself.

Checking the digital clock on the nightstand, it read an hour until midnight. That’s an hour left of your birthday. An hour left to make things right for you. Bakugou sighed to himself, what was he going to do?

As a thought emerged into his mind, Bakugou got up and left the bedroom. You didn’t move from your spot until you had heard him slowly come back towards the bedroom, setting a few things down on the nightstand, it sounded like he was carrying things? 

Finally sitting up, your eyes widened in surprise as you found Bakugou holding the cake with all it’s candles lit up in front of you. Looking up at him, he quietly, yet embarrassed, sang you a happy birthday with that low yet charming voice you loved.

“Happy birthday to you,” he finished as he glanced at your illuminated cheeks from the flames. A small smile made its way onto your lips as you blew out the candles. Bakugou held back his smile for you after seeing you lighten up a bit. He hurried and placed the cake back on the kitchen table before joining you in bed with the soft moonlight in the room. 

“It wasn’t much, but I hope it was enough,” Bakugou whispered against your cheek as you turned to face him, your eyes staring into his. “Can I ask for something Katsuki?” You whispered back, he was silent, an answer for you to continue. “Could you hold me tonight?”

The sudden request caused Bakugou’s cheeks to flush before letting out a sputter of nonsense. “W-what the fuck kinda request is that?” He blushed as you stared at him with that sweet look of yours, causing him to be unable to look at you. “Katsuki-”

Before you could say anything, Bakugou pulled you into his arms and securely wrapped his arms around you. “It doesn’t have to be your birthday to ask for such a lame request like this,” he states roughly. “It doesn’t matter what day it is, as long as it’s what you want.”

You smile gently into his chest before you close your eyes, “Thank you Katsuki. This birthday isn’t so bad after all,.”

[thirsty-x1]

Birthday Wish | Han Seungwoo

Request:

would like to request a one shot fluff where you celebrate christmas with your best friends aka hyung line and you guys held a birthday surprise for seungwoo

↬ Pairing: Seungwoo x Reader

↬ Genre: Fluff

↬ Warnings: cringy gift exchange.

↬ Word Count: 2k

↬ A/N: THIS IS SO FUCKING SOFT. Happy Seungwoo Day!

The smell of cookies filled the air as you took them out of the oven, the heart shape being satisfactory enough. Not even a second later, Seungyoun grabbed one, burning his fingers and eating it only to later complain about them being too hot with a mouthful of crumbs, making a mess in a flash.

“Of course they are hot, I just finished baking them!” You poured a little bit of milk in a glass and passed it to him.

“They taste pretty good though. Good job.”

Yohan popped out the corner of the room. “Cookies?” Another cookie was taken, this time he grabbed it with a napkin, sticking his tongue out at Seungyoun. “Oh wow, they really do taste good.”

Wooseok and Hangyul groaned from the living room, still putting up the finishing decorations. The apartment seemed even smaller with five people in it, so you could only imagine how crowded it would feel when Seungwoo got home. You pulled the little check list, checking the things that were already done and slapping Hangyul’s hand when he was about to grab a cookie.

“But they had one too!”

“These are not even for you, guys. At least wait for Seungwoo to come.” Even if you weren’t looking at him, you knew he was making a mocking face at you. “By the way, when is he coming, Wooseok?”

He checked his phone. “According to the manager, he will be here in like ten minutes?”

It was less than what you were hoping for but still enough time. Walking into the living room, everything looked nice: a “Happy Birthday Seungwoo” was hung up, which you had to insist to get a new one and not just reuse Seungyoun’s and change the last part, his favorite candles, a few Christmas things here and there since most of the boys celebrated it… Everything was just in place, including the gifts that were on top of the table, ready to be exchanged a little bit later.

Since the younger ones were going back to their hometowns to spend Christmas with their family, you and the rest of the oldest guys agreed on having a small birthday party for Seungwoo and exchange some gifts too, the leader being excluded from it since, well, it wasn’t quite fair.

“So… Are you going to confess tonight or not?” Seungyoun looked at you with a funny expression, trying to grab another cookie but failing.

“Shut up… I don’t think so. It’s his birthday, it’s not the right moment.”

You didn’t want to steal the spotlight from him, and if he rejected you, at least he wouldn’t have to do it on his birthday. The rest of the guys nodded in agreement, exposing that they were all actually paying attention. A soft knock on the door was heard, cutting with the awkward atmosphere that was in the air and you had to shush them all, turning off the lights as you went to open the door for Seungwoo, giving you the a smile that sent a wave of warmth down your spine.

“Thanks for coming.”

“Where are the rest of the boys?” He whispered right next to your ear, his closeness making you blush, his sweet perfume making you melt. “Should I act surprised?”

“Ah… It would be for the best, they tried really hard to set everything up.” Of course he would knew, Seungyoun wouldn’t stop talking about buying the cake when Wooseok was on the phone with the manager so he must have heard.

He gave a slight nod, still having a happy smile. As you two walked in the living room, multiple screams were heard and also someone hurt their knee with the table whilst getting up, muttering a swear word before Hangyul appeared with the cake on his hands, all singing the typical song, Seungyoun screaming around as Wooseok put the birthday hat on Seungwoo, struggling a little with his height.

“Were you surprised?” Yohan’s puppy face was impossible to resist.

“Yes! I wasn’t expecting it at all!” You couldn’t help but to face palm at the terrible acting he put up, giggling lightly and the rest followed.

“Now blow the candles and ask for a wish!”

Seungwoo looked at all of you, lingering a few seconds on each one and finally blew them out, everyone cheering and screaming. Just like the last year, he threw away the candle with the number two, a slight glint on his finger catching your attention but quickly forgetting about it as he left the six one only and making the “I’m six years old” joke. To try and hide your blush, you decided to bring the cookies, taking some time in order to calm your heart. Offering the plate, everyone grabbed a cookie, except for Hangyul that took two, mocking you.

“Oh? They taste awesome, where did you guys buy them?”

“Y/n baked them just for you.” Wooseok’s comment made you clench your teeth, all the emotions you were trying to suppress showing in a second. It was to be expected from Seungyoun or even Hangyul, but Wooseok betrayed you while watching straight into your eyes.

“Did you?”

“Well, uh, I read somewhere that it was what some Buddhists ate for Christmas and so…” He laughed at your reason and you wished the floor would have split open right then and there to swallow you whole.

“Thank you.”

Next followed drinking and eating, soon the chit chat becoming a mess. Everyone was on the verge of being drunk except for you and Seungwoo since you were taking care of the rest. It felt nice, like you didn’t want to be anywhere else. At some point, this group became not only your best friends but also a little part of your family, or at least people that you wanted in your life for a long, long time. It was comforting to see everyone laughing, singing songs in a way that made it look like it wasn’t what they did for a living, playing games and spilling secrets.

After the food ran out, everyone sobered a little, and when the clock hit midnight it was time to exchange gifts. Hangyul had bought a “thing” for Seungyoun’s studio, he got a game that Wooseok was dying to try out, Wooseok literally gave clothes to Yohan and he gifted Hangyul a weird, huge box with multiple toys so that he “could master them all.” Seeing this, it was quite obvious that the only pair left was your gift to Seungwoo and you would have been the one to receive his. You had been wondering if Wooseok manipulated the results, considering that he came up with the idea and also prepared the pieces of paper…

You build all the courage you could and gave him a small box, nervously waiting that it wouldn’t be too little. He gave you a sweet smile before opening it, staring at the bracelet inside and then to you again, eyes a little bit too wide.

“I wasn’t sure about what I should get you so I just thought that… That maybe it wasn’t that much of a bad idea?” You showed him your wrist with the matching piece. “I have one too.”

The bracelet looked so extremely delicate between his slim, long fingers, his touch careful as if he was afraid to break it, the expression on his face being one that you couldn’t quite define… Something like adoration? He put it on immediately, moving his hand around.

“Ohhh, isn’t that one of those soulma–!” You kicked Seungyoun before he could continue.

“Ah yes, friendship bracelets. They are cute and very popular, indeed.” Your blabbering made that the rest of the guys held back their laughter, afraid of ending up like Seungyoun, but Seungwoo didn’t seem to notice at all being too focused on your gift.

“I like it a lot. Actually…” He turned around and searched in his bag, pulling an even smaller box out of it. “Since I got you, I bought a gift anyway.”

A collective “awww” was heard from the rest, the leader’s cheeks tinting pink as he denied all the assumptions, shaking his hands and laughing. He gave you the box, and it was his turn to get nervous, biting on his lip and finger waiting for your reaction. As you saw the gift, your heart started beating a little bit faster, eyes going straight at his fingers.

“Oh, a ring?” Hangyul wiggled his eyebrows up and down, everyone bursting into laughter at your panicked face.

“It’s a matching one.” The older showed the one he was wearing. “I have one too.”

Wooseok rolled his eyes, sipping on his wine. “Get a room.” Yohan’s laugh ended up spreading to the rest, Seungwoo and you being the only ones that stared at the floor with the most stupid smiles on your faces.

The celebration continued for a bit until the manager called and asked them to go back. Everyone helped tidying and cleaning up, which it was a surprise because any other day they would just leave without even saying goodbye. As the rest got ahead, Seungwoo walked much slower behind you when accompanying to the room, Yohan’s little nod giving away some kind of signal that the leader must have made for them. You turned around quickly and he bumped into you, blushed face again before both giggled.

“Well, uh, happy birthday, Seungwoo.” Looking up at him, your heart fluttered for the hundredth time that night. You didn’t want to say goodbye, not at all.

“Ah, yes, thank you… And thank you for the soulmate bracelet.”

“It was nothing–” You froze, blinking a few times, your blood burning your whole body. “W-what?”

“They really are popular. I saw them before.” He chuckled a little, and it was confusing whether you wanted to kick him out of your apartment, run away or hug him. “I like it.” His eyes were fixed on you, and it seemed like he wanted to add something but was holding back.

“I liked your gift too. It’s really… really pretty.” You were afraid to put it on, simply holding the box, but he suddenly took it and slid the ring on your heart finger.

“It looks prettier like this.” As if he had just realized what he did, he stopped holding your hand, eyes wavering before taking a deep breath. “Thank you.”

“Y-you already said that, there is no need to thank me again…”

“Not for the gift. Or the party. Thank you for making my wish come true.”

You were almost sure that he could listen to your heartbeat. For a second, you couldn’t even focus on anything he was saying, only thoughts running around your mind and not letting you think rationally, spitting out the words without thinking them through.

“I like you.” The astonishment on his face brought you back to reality. “The ring! I really like the r–”

“I like you too.”

There weren’t no more words after that, only two dumb hearts that couldn’t calm down at the sudden confessions. You fidgeted with your fingers, now having the ring to play with whilst he did the same with the bracelet. It was so stupid, but it felt incredibly comfortable. Seungyoun’s high pitched voice popped the bubble you two had built, telling Seungwoo to hurry up.

“Right! You should go…” Having a tight schedule wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t easy to let him go now either.

Suddenly, he leaned in and kissed your cheek. “Merry Christmas.”

As he turned around and ran towards the car, you were left with the most dumbfounded expression, listening the cheering from the rest of the guys as if it was very foreign. Your skin went numb, eyes almost drying for not blinking, and you didn’t even feel your heart beating anymore. Despite all that, you gave them the biggest grin, and especially to the shy boy that tried to hide behind his bangs.

“Merry Christmas, Seungwoo.”

I AM: SOFT. I FUCKING LOVE SEUNGWOO. What a cute, fluffy baby. I’m going to go and cry. Also, Merry Christmas, babies! And happy birthday to Capricorn babyboy ♥

~Nani

unedited

[just-dreaming-about]

Harry Potter x Reader - Soulmate Au

I wasn't sure I would write another soulmate au but I was in a fluff mood today and I want to share it with someone. Enjoy!

(Gift not mine)

Zoe Tonks. Actually, Zoe Black but no one could know this except for her family. Andromeda and Ted Tonks adopted her when her mother couldn't bear the fact that all her world were ending in front of her and she had to carry a baby girl all alone. She was just a baby and she was left at the front door of the Tonks. Nymphadora was just a seven years girl who thought it was the little sister she always asked her parents for. Her life was full of love despite the fact that her mother was dead and her father in Azkaban.

When Zoe reached Hogwarts she never thought that Harry Potter would become her best friend and both of them with a guy named Ron Weasley and a girl named Hermione Granger would live the most amazing adventures in their students years for the heart attacks from Andromeda and Tedd and the proud of Nymphadora.

Her third year were the worst, she thought; her friends discovered that her father was Sirius Black and at the beginning they thought he wanted to kill Harry so their friendship was so fragile during those months... But all ended well, Harry found a father figure on Sirius and Zoe actually meet her real father and for a while it was like a dream. Two perfects years exactly. Because her father died at her fifth year in Hogwarts and was so painful and heartbroken for her that no one could comfort her, even Nymphadora with her foolishness or Andromeda with her kindness or Ted who was her father figure.

Was Harry, her best friend, who helped her because he knew the pain she was feeling because he was feeling almost the same pain. They helped each other to health. It was slowly but they were working on it. Together. Sirius would like that.

And that's how they reached Harry's sixteenth birthday. The both of them were healing from Sirius death but their friends prepared a little birthday party for Harry so they'll cheer up a bit, and they actually enjoyed it. Hermione and Ron didn't argued like always, Fred and George prepared fireworks while Ginny made a little quidditch competition, Mr. Weasley came with a muggle board game that only Hermione and Harry understood and Mrs. Weasley cooked a delicious cake for Harry.

At the end of the day, all of them enjoyed the party and went to sleep happy but Zoe was worried.

It was well known that when you reached sixteen you'll know who is the person you're meant to. And she was secretly dying to know who was that person for Harry.

All those years of friendship, the problems they solved together, all the adventures and the battles, their fights with each other and their reconciliations, the subtle displays of affection that began to touch the intimate, the jokes and the subtle flirt... They were best friends and she was totally fine just being that for him but seeing him with Cho Chang in that stupid yule ball made her feel uncomfortable and when at first she asked at her father about it he just laugh at her and tousled her hair lovingly without answering her questions. And Nymphadora wasn't helpful either. But when she asked it to Hermione and Ginny the both of them reacted enthusiastically and answered that she was in love with Harry. She denied it of course, he was her best friend, it was just weird thinking of him like that but the time passed and she founded herself thinking about him like that more often and it stopped being a weird thing to become something natural; Harry was there for here whenever she needed him, he always worried about her feelings and would defend her from Malfoy if he mess with her. Also, he was looking for her when the Quidditch field filled with students celebrating the victory of Gryffindor to hug her and celebrate together, he always listened to her very carefully because he cared about her opinion and the ideas she had, he cared to remember her favorite sweets to buy her a few at Honeydukes and they visit Zonko together. She lovingly kept the memories of those lazy winter afternoons in the Gryffindor common room with Harry asleep leaning on her shoulder as they tried to do homework and she convincing Hermione to let him sleep a little longer... She was starting to think that Harry felt the same way about her but she wasn't sure and that was terrifying her as Harry's birthday approached.

Now at Ginny's room, listening the girls sleeping and moving in theirs beds, she was so scared about what she will found the next morning... Somewhere in Harry's body a name would appear. Her head hurts so much at this moment and the hot night didn't make it better. She got out of bed and sneaked out of the room to go downstairs looking in the dark for the kitchen to drink some water. It was refreshing but her fears were still there and she looked out the window to accidentally find a lonely Harry walking in circles at the garden running his hands through his hair like he's arguing with himself. She wondered if the name had already appeared and if that was what worried him... She immediately ran to the stairs, ready to go back to bed and pretend she hadn't seen him, but when she set foot on the first step, she thought better of it. Harry had always been there for her and she for him: they had helped each other when they each found a crush, even though she was uncomfortable when it was Harry's turn. What kind of friend would she be now if she left him alone at one of the most important moments in the life of a magician? She would like him to help her with her soulmate... Even if her soulmate wasn't Harry...

She took a deep breath.

This could break her heart but Harry was worth the risk. Because he was Harry, her Harry, and she was sure that no matter what happened that night he would still be her best friend.

When she reached the door, Harry had now sat on the porch. His black tousled hair, his stiff shoulders, the shirt too big for him and his hands clasped above his knees... She couldn't see the expression from where she was behind the door and she was very afraid to open that door but she did. She had spent many years at Harry's side to worry about her own appearance in this night talks, her hair was also messy and she surely had a horrible face for not slept well, her own old pajamas consisted of simple pants and a Chudley Cannons T-shirt that Ginny had lent her. Harry didn't said nothing when she sat at his side but she thought that he tensed up a little at her presence. That was new. The both of them were comfortable with the other presence. But she didn't said nothing too, she wait patiently.

-You should be sleeping -he said without looking at her.

-It's hot -she answered without looking at him either.

He nodded and removed on his sit, he was so uncomfortable right now and she was willing to know why. Didn't he trust her anymore? That thought hurt her heart but she didn't show it.

-What are you doing here? -she asked now.

For some reason looking at each other was prohibited right now but she wanted to look at him and say to him that she still wants to be his friend no matter what. But she didn't. She wait for him to talk about what happened because Harry never pressed her to talk to him, he always made her sure that he was right here for her and she wanted to do the same for him.

-I... -he coughed- Um... I can't sleep -he answered but that wasn't the answer she was looking for.

-Me neither -she smiled still looking at the Weasley's garden- Nightmares? -she asked carefully because that was an option, his nightmares with Voldemort were starting to be recurrent.

-No, not today -he shook his head, looking at the ground suddenly shy with Zoe's closeness.

What was happening to him? He was always so comfortable around her and now... Just for this stupid soulmate thing. He wishes things were easy again like when they were eleven and they were worried about the philosopher's stone or that chambers of secret thing... Merlin, even rescue Sirius or the Triwizard Tournament were more easy than this. Because the adventure, the fear, the adrenaline, the action was way more easy that feelings. Feelings were not his forte, it was Zoe but he can't ask her now even if she was sitting next to him.

He always thought about Zoe like a little sister not only because she was two months younger than him but because they have grown together helping the other in the way. She was so cheerful and stubborn and reckless and she always put her heart into everything she did that he feared that someday she wouldn't have enough for herself... At some point in his life she became an important part of his everyday in a different way as Ron and Hermione were but he couldn't said what kind of different because the feeling of her at his side was just right. Cho Chang didn't feel right, she felt new and exciting and disappointing at the end... But she... She was much more scary than anything he had ever done in his life. It was a different kind of fear than the one he felt when facing Voldemort; at the end of that she ran to hug him trembling from the fear she had felt for him. Now he didn't know if she would hug him again.

Because she was two months younger.

She didn't know who her soulmate is.

And her name was written in his chest.

Zoe Black-Tonks.

Even if she was his soulmate there was a possibility that he wasn't her soulmate. And he couldn't live without her at his side if he show her the name and two months later she woke up with another name on her body.

-What are you thinking about? -she looked at him with her innocent smile and those eyes full of love.

Oh yes, he knew how to differentiate the different looks from her. Just a glance into her eyes and he knew if she was angry or hiding something. And right now she was showing him how much she cared about him and she wanted him to be happy and he didn't know how that look that always calmed him was crushing his heart now.

-Nothing -he lied because he was a coward- Just how lucky I am for having a friend like you.

She smiled embarrassed and looked back at the front but he kept looking at her smiling fondly and making her blush, he thought she blushed for the compliment but little does he know that she blushed at his smile that stole her heart again. Her brown straight hair was as messy as him, her grey eyes shining and she was keeping a smile. He looked at the front too, losing his smile and feeling that nervousness again. This feelings thing was driving him crazy.

-If I am that amazing friend you said... -she started in a smug tone before looking seriously at him- you would know you can tell me anything.

-But I know that -he quickly answered without doubt, turning to look at her frowning and then he took her hand- Zoey, you are the person I trust the most in the world. Don't doubt about that.

She looked at their hands and back at him in a blink, determination in her eyes but there was something else he can't define. Since when he can't read her?

-So why don't you tell me what worries you?-in her voice she showed some of the fear she felt but she hoped Harry didn't notice.

It took him a few seconds to respond but he didn't release her hand when he did.

-I think... I need a moment to understand this first -he said sincerely because he had always been honest with her and he would not stop being it now, it would not be fair.

She remained silence for a moment, she thought about it looking at their hands and then she smiled. He was still her Harry.

-I'm here -she said smiling confident now.

-I know -he smiled fondly- You're always here.

-Don't forget about it -she threatened without losing her smile and he thought she was so incredible that he was really lucky for having her.

-Believe me, I wouldn't.

She got closer to him because her place wasn't away from him, her place was right next to him. She kissed his cheek and rest her head on his shoulder. He put an arm around her shoulders and kissed her head. They did this a lot of times since they were kids but recently he started to feel like this was just something special they had. Because he can hug Hermione too but it wasn't the same. His heart was not beating the same way.

They stayed like this a while: she closed her eyes and he caressed her arm, his fingers moving up and down making her goose bumps. At some point she looked for his other hand and he gives it to her smiling. With her like this he didn't feared anything. Or almost.

He was starting to feel that nervousness again.

-There's a name -he said breaking the silence and stopping the caresses.

-I know -she answered without opening her eyes- You just turned sixteen in front of me.

She wishes he wouldn't spoke at this moment. It was their moment. She was perfectly fine feeling him at her side and now her head was a mess again.

-It's a nice one? -she asked anyway because she was her best friend first.

-The most beautiful I've never seen -he answered without thinking and he felt like a fool immediately.

She also felt like a fool for enjoyed his caresses when he already had a soulmate. And from the way he spoken, he already know who is and he was delightful with that. She never heard him talking like that before with anyone.

-You're lucky then -she removed her head from his shoulder but did not find the strength to remove his arm from her shoulders- It could be a weird one and you would have to walk around with that in your body.

He laugh at her joke but she didn't. She was preparing herself for this and psyching up not to cry. It wasn't fair if she started to cry in front of him at the most important moment in his life.

-Yes, I'm lucky... -he was thinking how to said this- It's in a discreet place too...

-Oh my god, it's in your ass! -she looked at him so surprised and they remained silent for a few seconds.

And then they started laughing so hard that he didn't see the tear that escaped from Zoe's eye. She took the opportunity to get away a little, just so that he did not suspect, and looked at him while he was still laughing. And when he looked back at her with his fondly smile she blushed at the overwhelming feeling that surrounded her. Merlin, she was so in love with him.

- I love you -he whispered without thinking.

The both of them were surprised about this words.

He didn't want to say it like that! He was a stupid who didn't know how to keep his mouth shut! Now she would said she think of him like a brother or would evade this saying that they should wait 'till her birthday to know if he's her soulmate and then he would lose her even like a friend.

Meanwhile, she went blank. What did he just said? He said what she think he said? But what with the name!? He said it like a friend? You can love your friends, it's a kind of love, didn't it? Did he mean that kind of love? But he whispered like he really mean...

Neither of them said anything for a while. He was so feared right now and she was so confused at the time... But she thought it was her turn to talk even if she didn't want to.

-Love like friends? -she asked slowly, scared, caring not to have any hope from this, but then she can't stop talking because of the nervousness- Because you can love a friend, that's not weird, and we're like brothers, we have grown together, it's natural to love each other like brothers do even if were not really brothers but it feels like that, right? Do you remember when...

-It's not that kind of love, Zoey -he interrupted her and she shut up immediately looking at him with a look that he never seen on her and that took away all his confidence but he needed to say it now- It's... Like a soulmate kind of love... It's that... ok for you?

She thought she was dreaming, many feelings filling her at the same time and making her cry because she can't contain so much emotions on her chest. Harry started to panic at this point because he made her cry and didn't know how to calm her but she did it for him. She hugged him so tight but this was a different hug: her arms at his neck and his hands at her waist, an intimate feeling surrounding them.

-That's perfect for me -she answered whispering and he shuddered at her breath at his ear.

He was feeling as happy as her at this moment until a thought crossed his mind.

-But, Zoey, it's not your birthday. What if I'm not your soulmate?

They didn't break the hug, in fact he hugged her more because he didn't want let her go. And she solved all his doubts. With a kiss. A lovely, clumsy, inexperienced, wet by her tears, long awaited kiss. One of her hands through his hair, the other on his cheek; one of his hands on her waist, the other stroking her cheek, brushing away the tears with his thumb, always taking care of her. When they needed air, they looked at each other smiling.

-You're my soulmate, Harry -she said that with so much confidence that he couldn't not believe her when she looked at him with those eyes full of love.

Damn, he was so in love with her.

-And you're perfect.

She blushed abruptly but didn't look away. He moved to make room for Zoe on the step below him so that she settled between his legs and he could hug her. They sat there, sometimes talking about things like the new course or just enjoying each other's company. They agreed that they would not say anything to the others until Zoe's birthday where she would prove that he was her soulmate. He preferred it that way, for a time this that was beginning to grow between them would be theirs alone and he did not want to share it with anyone. He wanted to be selfish for once in life. She saw it as a time to get to know each other in a different way than they had done until now, a more intimate way. He was still a little worried about what Zoe's birthday would bring but she had no doubts.

Sometimes, you just need to look at it to know that the person next to you it's your soulmate.

[vergilboyfriend]

You should do all of them questions and 90 is true

I love you!!!!

1. Favorite instrument?

I work at a music store u can’t just ask me this. When my coworkers play it’s the saxophone or the flute, when the boys in the repair shop are testing repairs and they harmonize with each other or try to outplay one another it’s the bassoon or the trombone or whatever they’re fixing at the moment. When I hear 🎺 give his lesson on Wednesday afternoons it’s the trumpet, and when I think about middle school it’s the clarinet, the flute, the French horn. When I hear the nutcracker pas des deux is the oboe and when I hear edith piaf l’accordeoniste it’s the remarkable human voice. Really my favorite instrument is all of them, it just depends.

2. Favorite fic trope? Mutual pining 🥺

3. Sport you played for the longest amount of time? LMAO I wasn’t a sporty kid but I did ballet

4. Shoe size? 10-11

5. Most recent (good) dream? Uhh I had a dream last night about my coworker 🎹 it wasn’t bad though I can’t really remember what it was about

6. Last person in your DMs? smugg

7. Can you do a handstand? Nooo nooo lmaoo nooooo

8. Unpopular food opinion I don’t like oranges or red meat

9. Conspiracy you believe in? There’s some kind of weird weather dome in my hometown around the military base that makes most storms pass around us

10. Is your hair its natural color/style? Most of it is I dyed the bottom layer of my hair tho so it’s blonde rn

11. state a useless fact all that’s coming to mind is outright lies rn hold on. The inventor of pringles is buried in a pringles can that’s so fucking nasty omg

12. most interesting gossip you’ve heard? Idk I don’t really care for gossip uhhhh have u heard tho rin dippindogs is a huge gay hah she uhh she like men AND women lmao gaaay gaaaay

13. Middle name? Carolyn

14. Sexuality? Bisexual

15. Amount of sleep you got last night? Idk actually I think like 9-10 hrs tho I slept in until 11

16. Opinion on ice cream cake? Tasty!!!

17. Opinion on (cup)cake frosting? It’s depends buttercream is usually too sweet for me in large amounts so I prefer whipped cream frosting

18. Last board game you played? Idk??? We played hunt a killer tho last Thursday me n my family I guess that counts kinda

19. Project you want to start? I need ideas first baby

20. Project you’re working on right now? HAHAHAHAHAHA

21. TV show you’re watching? nothing rn I just rewatch bojack a lot if I watch anything

22. Last movie you watched? Lego batman I think

23. Ever left anon hate? Not legit hate

24. Ever left anon love? Yes all the time. Sometimes to strangers it’s my favorite thing to do

25. Best Disney movie? The princess and the frog

26. Best Pixar movie? Soul or Up I can’t decide

27. Best Star Wars? Um. Empire strikes back

28. Last thing you consumed? Fuit gumy

29. NoTP? Idk I don’t really hate ships unless they’re gross like pedophilic gross

30. story behind your (nick)name? When I was a fetus my great grandfather had a dream that my name should be Carolyn Marie but my parents were huge dweebs so they named me Marina after the actress of Deanna Troi in Star Trek. Idk about my nickname ive just always been Rina/Rin as long as I can remember

31. ice cream order? Lately it’s lemon sorbetto I know it’s SO high in sugar but I love it

32. describe your blog in <5 words I love you

33. how many blogs do you follow? 436

34. Describe your voice it depends usually I sound like a sick child but my customer service voice is really pleasant

35. Describe your smile it’s cute :)

36. What is the place you live known for? LMAOOO LMAO we have a military base nearby and like. I could go on abt that one but also like. There’s a lot of gang violence and a lot of the other consequences of poverty. People from the cities around us see us as “””ghetto””” or violent but it’s just. It’s more than that it’s always more than that. And idk what else there’s nothing really particularly special about this town except that we’re all here and not anywhere else

37. What is the place you’re originally from known for? (if they’re different)

38. pronouns? she/any idc

39. Languages you speak? English

40. first friend you made through tumblr? Idk. I probably don’t talk to them anymore :(

41. Person on tumblr you know in real life? my brother

42. First dog breed you think of shih tzu I have 2 next to me rn

43. room wall color? Purble!!!! The paint color is called grape juice that’s why I picked it!!!

44. Song that’s stuck in your head right now? It’s tricky to rock a rhyme to rock a rhyme that’s right on time it’s trickyyyyy

45. Favorite number? 5, 34

46. Color you associate with your name? Red

47. Favorite jolly rancher flavor?watermelon

48. Pets? 2 dogs rocket and groot and 4 cats loki danni who r from the same litter and we raised from kittens, miss kitty who we adopted from a shelter after my boy blue moon passed away and ben (his real name is Kylo Ren thanks to my mom but I refuse to call him that) he is my little baby and he has 7 toes on his front paws

49. Collections? Hot wheels

50. Character outside of your fandom you’d marry? Girl what lmaooo idk

51. Character outside of your fandom you’d kill? That’s mean :(

52. Have you met any celebrities? NO thank god id have to kill on sight

53. Favorite time period in history? Itslian Renaissance & Romantic Era

54. What time is it right now? 2:35 am oops

55. History or future? Future but like . A good one. Or prehistory

56. Space or ocean? Space

57. Fears? Abandonment

58. Command + v and post. It’s this list of questions u don’t want that

59. Favorite season? Spring

60. Describe your aesthetic. Messy just a mess, neon and old buildings and things, antiques, countryside if there weren’t so many trump pence flags still lmaoo give uppp give up, nature just al of nature and space and places humans can’t touch and places they used to touch but can’t anymore

61. MBTI? Infp but I haven’t taken it in a few years

62. What’s your relationship with your family like? Normal.

63. “Biggest fan” in your tumblr activity? I’m in mobile hold on acc to tumblr it’s akky

64. Favorite musical? Sweeney todd

65. Comfort book? Idk how to read 💔💔💔 wuthering heights tho

66. Comfort movie? Whisper of the heart

67. OTP? Girl idk

68. BroTP? Joey and Tristan yugioh

69. AUs or canon compliant? Canon ig idk

70. Opinion on the person who’s sending the ask? It’s an anon!! But I love them

71. FMK + 3 characters anon didnt leave any characters and I was going to say something very bad but I won’t

72. Dream date? I’ve wanted to do this for a while but ideally it would be after we’d been together a while maybe even engaged or whatever, I wanna go to like a Home Depot or a furniture store and pretend to be married and looking for house paints and furniture and plan what our home is going to look like I wanna do that so bad. But idk for a first/early relationship date i really want to go to the zilker botanical garden it’s one of my favorite places, we could also go to the natural gardener which is a plant nursery in Austin I really love it there too and it’s not that far from zilker.

73. Relationship status? Single

74. Ever dyed your hair? Do you plan to? Yes and perhaps. Maybe

75. Dream job/career? Idk anymore I used to have big girl goals and I haven’t had any in a while. But when I was younger I wanted to be a game warden

76. Favorite band/singer? Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky

77. Something that makes you soft/that you find adorable? My cats

78. The first thing you would do if you won the lottery? Buy a house

79. Are you superstitious? Yes

80. Character you project onto? Shizuku tsukishima

81. Fictional character you’ve had a crush on? Vergil devil may cry. Forever husband

82. Celebrity crush? LMAO

83. Person on here you’d date? my mutuals

84. Person on here you’d marry? 🥺 my mutuals

85. Person on here you’d throw into the void? Smugg

86. Other social media you have? I’ve got a photography insta that I barely use and a Twitter that’s just nintendo switch screenies that’s it

87. Finish the sentence: Due to personal reasons, ___________i will be passing away

88. Bad habit? I find it rlly hard to say no or like to say when and why I’m upset I don’t feel like for the latter I don’t feel like I should bring something that’s upsetting me up because I know I’ll get over it on my own and I don’t really trust myself to be upset about rational things. Idk I’m working on it

89. Three things you like about yourself? I’m hot, I’m kind, I’m resilient

90. Ily and you deserve the world I love you!!!!! YOU deserve it too!!!

[captain-jinguji]

Hi again! Hope you're not angry at me for sending so many requests. May I ask for Starish + QN + Heavens celebrating pride month with s/o who is lgbtq+?

Uh DUH you can!!! HAPPY PRIDE MONTH TO ALL MY LGBTQ+ FRIENDS AND FELLOW ALLIES. WE SEE YOU. WE SUPPORT YOU. WE PROTECT YOU!! stay safe and healthy guys!!! Also you could never be annoying me with requests :) 

STARISH + QUARTET NIGHT + HEAVENS celebrating pride month with their s/o !! 

Friendly reminder that none of the guys would discriminate based on your sexuality or anything like that :) 

STARISH 

Natsuki:

Literally the happiest during pride month. Gets you to decorate the whole house for the entire month and adds mini flags and stickers to everything. No shame in displaying it. Makes you bake cookies with him and share it with friends, families, and basically the whole neighborhood. Is proud of you. #pride. 

Tokiya: 

He's low-key about it but still puts up a flag and sits down with you to have your annual "I don't care what you identify with/as, i love you for you and I'm glad you love me, too." Talk. Super wholesome and if you want to go to a parade or the likes, he'll make sure to be right beside you! #pride. 

Cecil: 

Literally went out and bought hats and mini flags for both of you because, uh, DUH, you're gonna go to your town's parade. Asks you to paint a huge pride flag on his back and WILL go shirtless to show it off. Right there beside you holding your hand and showing off. #pride. 

Ren: 

Has the super cringey but cool pride sunglasses and pride shorts just for the month of June. Throws a huge party so all your friends and anyone you know and who's an ally can come and give their support. Right there with Cecil at the parade with a flag on his back. Loves you. Is proud of you. Will support you through everything. #pride.

Otoya: 

OH BOY HELL YEAH. He waits every year on this no cap it's literally his favorite thing. A whole month to celebrate his s/o and who they are??? Nothing could be better!!! Buys cringey decorations and puts a flag in the yard. Has no shame but will shame the haters. Don't mess with Otoya during pride month. Loves you and tells you how proud he is of you and everything the LGBTQ+ community has accomplished! #pride 

Syo: 

Look me in the eyes and tell me he isnt co-planning a whole ass party with Ren. Everyone is invited. Him and Natsuki are baking a huge pride cake. Goes to parades with you and shows off. Also has pride shorts. Your house? Transformed into a rainbow wonderland. Come to him for all your pride needs. #pride. 

Masato: 

Much like Tokiya, he's low-key about it, but still puts up decorations and comments on how amazing this whole month is and how he loves what it stands for. Gives an emotional speech at Ren's party about how we're all just human and people need to realize that love will always win. Probably has a few drinks and cries and goes on to say how proud he is of you and plz pull him off the stage before it gets too embarrassing. #pride.

QUARTET NIGHT 

Reiji: 

Literally transformed the whole house the minute the clock hit midnight on June 1st. He is such a huge believer in #lovewins and couldn't be prouder of each and every person thats part of the LGBTQ+ community, including his s/o. Makes sure to celebrate them and everyone involved during this month and may or may not remember what happened (he gets kind of crazy js) #pride. 

Ranmaru: 

Hell yeah that's his babe! Is kind of low-key but INSISTS on going to parades with you and WILL get a megaphone to tell the world how goshdiddleydarn proud of you and everyone else he is. Puts a flag up. Makes posts about it. True advocate and nothing can stop him. #pride

Camus: 

Low-key. He likes what it stands for and will go to a parade with you if it makes you happy, but don't expect him to go as batshit crazy as Reiji lol. He'll get pride themes sweets for you and him to enjoy and put a flag up. Shows his support and pride in a mellow kind of way. #pride

Ai: 

Of course he knows about pride and of course he thinks #lovewins. He's celebrating alongside Reiji and you and insists on going to parades also. Wants to do everything to show you how much he supports and how proud he is of you :) #pride

HEAVENS 

Eiichi: 

Duh of course hes at every event with you. Has the biggest flag and puts you on his shoulders so you can wave it around. Pride themed everything for a whole month just to show you hes not just an asshole and he cares and knows and appreciates you no matter what. This celebration is long from over!!! #pride 

Kira: 

Low-key about it or so you think until he goes to a parade with you one day and literally takes the megaphone to shout encouraging words to everyone. Always there for you. Does not care what you are/identify with. Loves you and nothing will change that #pride. 

Nagi: 

Much like Otoya, this is a whole ass month to celebrate YOU. And him. And everyone else that stands for it, lets gooooooo. WILL start a fight with anyone who has a problem with #lovewins. #pride. 

Eiji: 

Attends parties and events and stuff but is also relatively low-key about it. That is until you see his outfit. EVERYTHING he wears is pride themed for the whole month INCLUDING his hair which he temporarily dyed. Is so proud of you and your relationship and will shout it to the world. Literally. #pride

Yamato: 

BOI dont even get him STARTED. Right there with Ranmaru yelling at every event how freaking proud he is and how much he loves pride month. WILL fight all haters. HAS gotten into jail for defending people. DOES NOT give a damn and will continue to block the haters. No one messes with his s/o and their fellow friends. #pride

Van: 

Such a dork and transformed the yard into prideland. The once green grass? Spray painted pride. The pool? Has a pride slide. The trees? All have flags in them. Garden gnomes? Gone and replaced with mini flags. The float in the pool? Suddenly a pride unicorn. Will show his pride over pride and show off his s/o's and his relationship. #pride

Shion: 

Also low-key about it but will do whatever makes you happy. Parades?concerts?a flag cake? Consider it done. Also gives you an annual "love is love and I'm so glad i acquired yours" talk. Is proud and supports the hell out of it. #pride. 

[rirururu]

Happy birthday, Zenitsu! o(*≧□≦)o

I’m so happy I got this prompt because it’s an excuse to write something for Zenitsu’s birthday. Here is my next TanZen fanfic to help celebrate.

WARNING: There are manga spoilers in this one!

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“Tomorrow’s your birthday, isn’t it?”

Zenitsu looks up from where he nearly collapsed on the ground, ropes tied tightly around his shoulders. With each step he took, the boulder he carried left a trough in the dirt. At the top of said rock sat the very figure who asked. “Yeah, but what does that have to do with anything?”

“We should celebrate-” The old man cuts himself off in exchange for whipping out his stick and landing a solid blow to the back of the black-haired boy’s knees. He yelped abhorrently. “Legs straight! I’m not getting any younger, Zenitsu! We still have a mile left to go before we reach home!”

Well that just right pissed Zenitsu off. “GRAMPS…! Before you talk about celebrating, why don’t you consider my health for a second?! This training is hell! I’m living in hell on earth. I’m thirsty and hungry. I feel my life flashing before my eyes! I won’t LIVE UNTIL TOMORROW AT THIS RATE, and you’re asking me to think about my birthday?!”

And there goes another whack this time on top of a dark nest of hair. “If this level of training is enough to kill you then you’re better off dying now rather than on the battle field.”

“SO MEAN…! WHAT THE HELL, GRAMPS?!”

“STOP CALLING ME GRAMPS!”

They do make it home without anyone dying, much to Kuwajima’s approval and Zenitsu’s horror that this only meant his inevitable end would be even more gruesome. Both retire for the night without his birthday being mentioned again. Zenitsu thought that was the end of that topic. But when he woke up bright and early out of habit for his morning training, adorning a plain blue haori, he ends up nearly kneeling over when what awaited him on their tiny tatami mat isn’t a wooden sword but a cake brightened up by peace slices on a low table.

Zenitsu gaps. Kuwajima grins, patting the spot next to him. “Come eat your treat, boy! I spent all morning preparing it and I’ll be damned if we leave this room without singing a happy birthday for you. Don’t forget the wish and gifts. That’s the most important part!” Before he can even react, Gramps whips out something from behind his back.

It’s a haori, one matching the old man’s very own with triangles decorating it in patterns but in a shade of bright yellow.

“G-Gramps…” He’s speechless. He’s utterly speechless and doesn’t know what to do without himself when he feels that familiar sting behind his eyes that indicate tears. However, his old man answers that question for him when he stands. Kuwajima struggles a little, whether physically or mentally, to wrap his arms around the taller and sobbing child.

Zenitsu knows it’s stupid but in that moment, he’s happy. Gramps always had the sound of a crackling fireplace. It was rustic and old but still strong.

“There, there, Zenitsu.” Wrinkled fingers pat his back. “What’s wrong?”

“N-Nothing…!” What he doesn’t say remains in his head; that his memory can’t even go back far enough to when he was able to sit at a table and eat cake with family. The best that living on the streets could offer was a small leftover loaf of bread handed to him by bakery owners out of pity. The most comfort as an orphan that he got came from the neighborhood stray cats. For the life of him, Zenitsu can’t remember the last time anyone sang happy birthday for him.

Kuwajima senses the mood. He isn’t pleased at his student’s sworn silence but doesn’t push it. Instead, the old man opts to distance himself from the blond enough away to give him a right threatening glare. “Boy, you better promise me something.”

“What is it…?”

“Promise me that you’ll never celebrate your birthday alone anymore.”

“What are you talking about, Gramps…?” Zenitsu lets out a little giggle past the tears. He quickly wipes them, breathing his snot back in ungracefully. No matter how much he complains, he likes listening to that fireplace. “That’s not necessary at all! I have you.”

His Gramps hums, smiling in a way that the Zenitsu from back then didn’t know held any sadness. “True. I suppose that you do.”

Looking back on it, Zenitsu wonders if his old man knew what was going to happen. He wouldn’t be surprised if he did. Kuwajima’s biggest weakness was his gullible heart and kind sound that took in any stray that he saw potential in. He dedicated his life to them. Zenitsu never met someone as giving and sacrificial as his Gramps. Otherwise, the old thunder pillar was sharp as a blade and strong as a strike of lightning.

“Tomorrow’s your birthday, isn’t it?”

Gramps…? He shoots his head up from where it was staring silently at his rice bowl. But the image of his gramps, proudly seated on a rock is nowhere to be found. The vision fades, and what he sees instead are the gentle amber eyes of Tanjirou. “H-Huh…?”

Tanjirou hums. And when his next words echo exactly as Kuwajima’s, Zenitsu feels a tinge of pain behind his eyes. “We should celebrate.”

The blond gulps his food down, sighing. It was a coincidence. He was paranoid. He was just thinking too much about it. “What did you have in mind?” He says it but doesn’t sound so much excited more than tired.

“We didn’t have any time to prepare since we just got back from a mission.” Tanjirou notices the lackluster mood but smiles anyway, trying to life the air. “But I’ve done this for my brothers and sisters before. I don’t mind getting up early tomorrow to bake a cake. Inosuke could go into town and buy some candles. I’ll even ask Nezuko to set the table! We could sit around it and sing happy birthday. Don’t forget the wish and gifts, too! That’s the most important part.”

All of a sudden, Zenitsu felt sick to his stomach.

“Don’t.”

The sound of Tanjirou snaps nearly shut, lowering into a tirade of sadness. He feels horrible, especially when good and kind-hearted Tanjirou looked so delighted at the prospect of celebrating someone else’s birthday. He’s a good guy, an idiot, but a really good person. At this moment, though? Zenitsu couldn’t explain that lurch in his gut as anything but a burning desire to see his Gramps again. “I have plans to go somewhere tomorrow.”

His friend tilts his head. Rather than leave it at that though, Tanjirou huffs in a pout. He slams his chopsticks down on the counter, not even flinching when Inosuke silently steals another stick of tempura from his plate. Indignant is what he sounds like, and Zenitsu doesn’t know whether to be grateful or frustrated at the melody. “Great. We’ll all come with you.”

“Thanks, Tanjirou, really.” They’re words that he’s said to him twice now. Perhaps if Zenitsu repeated them, he’d know when to take a hint. “But this is something that I have to do on my own.”

Rather than relent like before though, the sun breather does the unthinkable and increases the intensity of his worry tenfold. His pout now transcends into concerned anger. “Oh no. Not this time, Zenitsu! I know sometimes that you have to do things on your own. I let you go before but there’s no way I’m letting you celebrate your birthday alon-”

“I won’t be alone.” Zenitsu snaps before Tanjirou can finish his sentence. Despite the front though, the only word that’s running through his mind is similar. What Tanjirou was spouting was much too similar to his Gramps and he couldn’t stomach hearing the rest of his statement. The other seemed crushed, so Zenitsu reassures him. “I promise.”

Given, buying two cheap pastries at the local market and laying one in front of a gravestone wasn’t exactly not being alone either. Knees on the concrete and the rest of his body seated on top of his calves, Zenitsu held both hands together in prayer. “Hey, Gramps. How have you been?”

He doesn’t get a reply, of course.

“I’ve been practicing seventh form more. I think I’m getting the hang of controlling it better.”

“I tried that red-bean mochi from the vendor that you really like for the first time ever. It’s all right, I guess. The paste is a little dry and too sweet though. I can see why you kept raving over the texture. It was perfect. But you still made it better.”

There’s a weight in his heart. He doesn’t know what it is.

“So get this…! The other day, I saw Tanjirou walking by and holding his sword really funny. I ask him what happened, and he has the nerve to tell me that he chipped it! He needs to stop doing that! Did no one teach him how to handle a blade so it wouldn’t break? You’d have my head if I ever so much as dented my sword, Gramps. You said so yourself! And you know what? I haven’t broken it once. Maybe that hellish training was worth it.”

He’s rambling. Zenitsu knows he’s rambling. It’s a hot autumn afternoon and the icing on the pastry is already melted into a sticky mess. It’d be gross to eat it now. Still, the blond takes the tiny confectionary in one hand and stuffs the entire thing in his mouth like it’s his last food source. The sun is beginning to set but he doesn’t feel ready to leave.

Maybe he fell asleep at some point in that position. Maybe he was too up in his head space to notice, but it isn’t until there’s a soft gasp from behind him that Zenitsu whips around in surprise. It’s Tanjirou. Crate carefully held between two arms, eyes trail the gravestone in silent and horrified realization. He’s quick to apologize. “I-I’m so sorry, Zenitsu. I followed your scent here. I didn’t know.”

Rain, there’s rain in his soul. Tanjirou is upset- what, he shouldn’t be feeling that way! Stop it! Stop it right now! I should be the one who’s upset around here!

But the fact of the matter was that Zenitsu wasn’t. He doesn’t feel embarrassed or even angry at being caught, but weirdly relieved at seeing him. He shoots out of his spot, that heaviness in his heart dissipating the slightest. He’s quick to grab the boy’s cheek and pinch it out, anything to get rid of that sad expression. “Yeah right, you didn’t know…! I told you that I had to do this on my own, yet you followed me here anyway?! I know you’re worried but that’s just STUBBORN! You’re a stubborn idiot, Tanjirou! I’m sure of it!”

The other cringes, feeling ashamed. He manages to mumble past his stretched left cheek. “I am.”

“SAY IT…!”

“I am a stubborn idiot.”

“GOOD.” Zenitsu finally lets him go, but Tanjirou doesn’t seem any happier. On the contrary, one listen to his music is all it takes for him to decipher that the brunet is close to tears. “H-Hey…! Why are you crying? Cut that out. I’m not mad at you!”

“You should be, I think.” What kind of response was that? The blond didn’t understand, so Tanjirou hurries to wipe his wet eyes but to no avail. More water simply forms. “Because even though I apologized and would agree I shouldn’t have come, I don’t regret it at all. I’m so glad that I did. I would do it again.”

“HAH…?!” Okay, now Zenitsu was mad. “No, that’s definitely not what you should say! Besides, it’s just a dumb birthday. There’s nothing to get all emotional over! You should turn back around now, admit the error of your ways, and never do it again! That’s how responsible adults handle making a mistake, Tanjirou. Just do that and I assure you that I’ll forgive you!”

“No.” Tanjirou puffed out his cheeks. It looked ridiculous combined with the tear tracks on his face.

“ARGH…!” All he could do was screech in response. “I DON’T GET IT…! You’re impossible! You’re a child! I don’t understand you at all! Why on earth are you like this?! I can feel ten years being shaved off of my life span-!”

“Zenitsu.” It’s amazing how much that name being uttered from this one person managed to make the blond take pause. Tanjirou doesn’t look any more willing to admit defeat. He’s still indignant, practically yelling his words like he was trying to personally attack Zenitsu with them. “I- WE’RE ALL HAPPY TO HAVE MET YOU! That’s why your birthday isn’t dumb! Don’t call it that, please!”

“Did you just say please?! Oh my god, you’re so bad at this arguing thing!”

“I’m not good at being angry with people I care about. Does it matter how well I do anyway?! What’s important is that I get my point across and you know how much you mean to me!”

“WHA-?!” His cheeks burn red. “Y-You don’t mean that!” Zenitsu knows he does.

“I do! If you weren’t born… if you weren’t here, so many of us wouldn’t be where we are today. You don’t have to celebrate by yourself anymore. You have me. You have Inosuke. You have Nezuko too. Genya and Kanao would gladly join in. All of the other pillars would wish you well. I’m glad I came because then I can tell you this.”

There it was again. Those words hurt in a way that wasn’t necessarily bad. And past his vision, he can hear the slightest hint of a crackling fireplace around them. Gramps…? When Tanjirou offers the box in his hands, the addressed accepts it. Golden eyes peer at him in question but all his friend does as any form of explanation is wipe at his wet face again and smile.

“Happy Birthday.”

Zenitsu opens the box. It’s a homemade cake decorated with peach slices.

Oh.

Oh.

Tanjirou, you idiot…!

You win this time.

Taking the victory that they both knew he had in stride, Tanjirou holds out a hand in offering. The tears still aren’t quite gone from his amber eyes. Yet, his melody is serene. “Let’s return and eat it together with everyone.”

Zenitsu reaches out to take that hand, and gasps when he feels the gentlest nudge pushing him forward.

Go, boy.

He turns around but no one is there.