#holiday anon but the holidays are so so. just celebrations of the fact i have had the infinite pleasure of interacting with you

[janeyseymour]

My Irish Girl

Anon asked for a fic where Mel and r celebrate St. Paddy's! Not edited in the slightest because I wanted to make sure I got it out before the day is over!

WC: ~2.3k

Melissa and you have been together for just about a year, and coming up was your holiday: St. Patrick’s day. As an Irish woman, you were delighted to tell her about all of the different traditions that you loved to do back in your homeland before moving here. You were more than excited to partake in some of the American traditions as well. 

“So, why do we wear green for St. Paddy’s?” your girlfriend asks you as the two of you roam around Walmart, chuckling at the different apparel that was set out for the upcoming holiday.

“Wearing green makes you invisible to the leprechauns… the mischievous things- going around pinching those who aren’t wearing green,” you chuckle.

She hums. “Good thing I look good in green then.”

“Damn right you do,” you grin as you kiss her cheek.

You continue to peruse the aisles, throwing various things that you need for your living space together, as well as a few little trinkets for the holiday. It’s the usual things that you throw in- four-leafed clover glasses, a few festive shot glasses, the ingredients to make irish potatoes and the dinner that the two of you will be having on the day of corned beef and cabbage.

You’re heading for the checkout with the cart when you realize Melissa isn’t following you anymore. No, she’s stopped in front of the shirts that are there for the Irish day.

“Look!” she grins. The redhead is holding up one of those shirts that says, ‘Kiss me, I’m Irish!’ on it in a font that looks quite similar to the Lucky Charms cereal font. 

“I think people know I’m Irish just by looking at me,” you roll your eyes playfully as you gesture to your clearly natural ginger hair and freckles. “And if they can’t tell by looking at my complexion, when I talk, they definitely know.”

Your girlfriend shrugs. “I’m buying it anyway.” She throws it in the cart before taking it from you and steering it towards the checkout area.

She pays for it, of course she does (always spoiling you), and the two of you head home to make some of the treats you want to make for your students.

You’re in the middle of mixing together the cream cheese and butter for the Irish potatoes when your mother calls you.

Immediately, you switch into your native tongue as you pick up the phone, balancing it between your ear and your shoulder as you continue to beat together the ingredients.

Your girlfriend looks over to you, still in awe at the fact that you are bilingual. The conversation is short, mostly just explaining to your mom that you’re doing just fine out in Philly, that yes you are still going to church and are celebrating St. Paddy’s day. You also let her know that Melissa says hello, and that the two of you are quite looking forward to coming out to visit during your Summer vacation.

“Hi, Esther,” your girlfriend pipes up as she settles behind you and wraps her arms around your waist, setting her chin on your free shoulder.

Your mother switches to English, greeting Melissa kindly. “Hello, dear. Are you taking care of my daughter?”

“Mam,” you groan. “I already told you that we are doing just fine over here.”

“You know I have to check,” you can practically hear your mother’s smirk.

“I’m taking care of her just fine,” Melissa promises. “We’re in the middle of making Irish potatoes for the kids at school as we speak.”

“Oh, how lovely. I suppose I’ll let you go, but give me a holler on St. Patrick’s day- preferably before you decide to get intoxicated with that blasted green alcohol,” your mother tells you.

“Will do, Mam,” you roll your eyes. “I love you, and I’ll talk to you soon.”

“Bye, Esther,” Melissa singsongs.

“Chat later,” your mother says. “Love to you both.”

The two of you finish making the sweets for your students before settling on the couch.

“So tell me more about your own traditions,” your girlfriend requests as you take a sip from your wine glass.

You do. Your eyes light up as you tell her what your family used to do, and how you’re quite thrilled to be able to share the traditions with her- even if some of them are silly.

“What do you usually do?” you ask her.

“Get piss drunk,” the faux redhead grins. “Go down to all the skanky dive bars and drink some green beer to pregame the parade.”

“And what do you do with the kids?” you roll your eyes. “I kind of assumed that was what you did.”

“Oh,” she laughs. “Sometimes we make leprechaun traps, I’ll put a few gold coins around the classroom, and whoever finds them gets a prize. They usually all get a baggie of Lucky Charms… and sometimes I dye the toilet water green in the morning and tell the kids that I guess we were struck.”

“That’s cute,” you say as you snuggle into her. “I’m sure they love it.”

“They have for the last… however many years I’ve been teaching at this point,” she sighs. “But I’m sure this year, they’ll all be more excited when you bring in the potatoes and when you teach them the basics of Irish dance.”

“Oh, god,” you groan. “Don’t remind me that Ava practically blackmailed me into doing that.”

“I think it’ll be good. The kids like interactive stuff… you see how they still talk about Tariq and his short lived career with F.A.D.E.”

“I guess,” you roll your eyes.

Your girlfriend is right. The kids are delighted to learn from you and learn about you and your country. You don’t think you’ve ever seen their eyes light up the way they did when they each got a few of the potatoes you and Melissa made last night.

You teach them a few steps, and they love it.

“This is so cool, Ms. Y/N,” one of your sweet students tells you.

St. Patrick’s Day at school comes to an end, and the two of you go out to happy hour with your crew to celebrate a successful school wide holiday. 

The Philly streets are already in the spirit, with green painting the town. Most are wearing their Eagles gear to get into the green spirit, and a chorus of ‘Go birds!’ can be heard at any given time as you walk through the streets with your girlfriend and work friends.

You find your usual little pub and order a round. The beers are already dyed green.

“So, what are your plans for this holiday?” Janine asks you.

You wrap an arm around Melissa as you speak, “Get hammered? Make dinner drunk, and then show up to church on Sunday hungover as hell?”

“Sounds about right,” Gregory rolls his eyes. 

Saturday morning rolls around, and you and Melissa get ready to head out for the day. You bought those little shamrock tattoos and place one on each of your cheeks before grinning.

“My Irish girl,” Melissa grins as she kisses you softly.

“We should probably call my mom now before we go out,” you chuckle. “We can do it while we get ready.”

You dial her, greeting her in your native language before switching back to English. You and the redhead chat with her for a few minutes, also getting to say hello to your father, before she lets you go to ‘participate in juvenile activities’.

Melissa has all of her eagles gear on, complete with the jersey that she has signed by Jalen Hurts, and you have on the ridiculous shirt that the redhead threw into the cart at Walmart.

You head down to the pub the two of you frequent, and while it’s busy as hell, even for 10:30 in the morning, you’re able to get seated due to the staff knowing you.

Melissa looks away from you to order you a Guinness and her a Yuengling before spinning back around to look at you. She pecks your lips quickly.

While it’s not unwelcome, you do raise a brow. She’s not usually so big on PDA.

“Your shirt,” she chuckles.

Your bartender hands her the drinks and then she turns back around and kisses you again.

“I think I see how today is going to play out,” you chuckle. The two of you clink glasses and chug your first beers. 

By the time the parade starts at noon, it’s safe to say that both you and your girlfriend are intoxicated. She’s yelling ‘Go birds!’ at anyone she sees who is also clad in Eagles gear, and there are a lot of people wearing the football team apparel. She holds your hand tightly as you roam the streets around city hall trying to find the best spot you can to watch the parade.

The two of you are delighted to watch as the parade goes on around you. You spend the next hour and a half smiling and laughing so hard your faces are red. Each time she turns away from you and turns back to you, she kisses you- and the more intoxicated she is, the harder she kisses you. There’s something in the back of your mind that tells you at some point today, you’ll end up in bed.

There’s only one hiccup during your outing. Melissa has let go of your hand and is doing her best to sound as sober as possible when one of her old students comes up and gives her a hug. She’s engaged in conversation with the child for a bit, and when she turns around, there is a man who is very clearly trying to hit on you. His lips are puckered, and he’s telling you that he’s just trying to follow the directions on your shirt.

“Hey, asshole, she’s very much spoken for,” Melissa shoves him away from you.

The man stumbles slightly. “Her shirt says to kiss her.”

“I’m the only one who gets to kiss her,” your girlfriend says as she pushes him again. “If you wanna try again… well, fuck around and find out.”

He backs away with his hands raised in surrender, and before he can turn around to run, Melissa’s lips are on your own. She kisses you deeply, throwing up her middle finger in the direction of the guy as she dips you just slightly.

When she pulls away, your cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are filled with lust.

“C’mon. Let’s get out of here.”

You follow her quickly as you head back in the direction of your apartment.

“Fucking asshole thinks he can get my girl,” the second grade teacher grumbles. “No way in hell.”

“Hun, it’s fine. I could’ve handled it myself,” you tell her as you squeeze her hand gently. “But it’s nice to know that you would fight a man in my honor.”

“Like hell,” she tells you. “Ain’t no way anyone else is gettin’ my girl.”

As soon as you’re inside your apartment, she has you pinned up against the door. Once again, her lips are on yours aggressively, and her hands quickly roam to other parts of your body. She squeezes gently, and you have to bite back a moan when she bites down on your neck. She grabs you by the thighs and lifts you up, taking you back into your bedroom.

By the time the two of you are finished, you’re breathing heavily. That was… wow.

“C’mon, baby,” she whispers as she holds you close. “We gotta start making dinner.”

“I’m gonna need some time to gain feeling in my legs,” you sigh out.

She chuckles as she kisses you softly- much more softly than she was earlier. “That’s fine. I’ll get it started.”

When you finally catch your breath again and the shaking in your legs subside, you make your way out of the bedroom. You still have your ‘Kiss me, I’m Irish’ shirt on, but you have her denim shirt on overtop of it and a pair of her shorts.

“Damn, baby,” she licks her lips. “You come out looking like that and expect me to be able to focus on dinner?”

You roll your eyes and head back into the bedroom before returning wearing a pair of sweatpants. She pouts, but that quickly goes away when you wrap your arms around her waist and kiss her cheek.

“What all have you done?”

“Gotten a beer,” she says cheekily as she cranes her neck to kiss you.

You roll your eyes. “I was in the bedroom for like forty minutes.”

“Okay,” she sighs before confessing, “So I had two beers while I looked at the pictures I took of you. Sue me for getting distracted by my gorgeous girlfriend.”

“Get the cabbage,” you swat her away from you. “And grab me a beer, please?”

“Yes, ma’am,” she grins as she kisses you again.

Dinner is delightful, and the two of you drink a few more beers before heading out again to meet up with the Abbott crew, aside form Barbara and Gerald. You end up getting absolutely hammered, chugging green beer after green beer with your girlfriend.

By some grace of God, the two of you get home without Melissa getting into a bar fight for all of the creepy men trying to hit on you.

That outing ends much like the first outing earlier in the day. But after, she holds you close and the two of you drift to sleep.

The next morning is brutal, both of you hungover as hell and promising you’ll never drink again (until the next time you decide to drink). You both get ready for church, moaning and groaning the entire time as you drink pedialyte and try to rehydrate yourselves.

While the hangover is killer, this Saint Patrick’s Day is one that will go down in the books. 

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[purinfelix]

joao fluff where him and the reader decorate their house for christmas together and then bake cookies + watch christmas movies + cuddle afterwards! it’s okay if yoy don’t celebrate christmas, i could request a diff prompt :) I LOVE UR WORK AND UR USER AS WELL 💗

love actually, is all around ₊˚⊹♡

pairing: joao felix x reader (established relationship) summary: just some good old christmas-themed fluff !! warnings: none w/c: 1k

a/n: like i said with the Gavi one, i had completely misunderstood how soon christmas actually was so i'm so so sorry for how long this took and how late it is (but also the joao Christmas tree decorating vid lowk came out at a perfect time)... still anon tysm ily and thank u for being patient !!! hope you enjoy and have a good christmas !! <3

“No, look here Joao,” you sigh, squinting at the back of the empty cookie-mix box, “it says to put the eggs in after the butter.”

“Now why on earth would I do that,” he sighs, already grabbing two eggs from the carton and cracking them both in before you can stop him. If you weren’t so focused on the fact he cracked them both with one hand with such ease, you probably would’ve been more upset about the fact he was sabotaging the gingerbread cookies you two were attempting to make.

But even if he did, you were in no mood to be upset today - in fact, it was virtually impossible to be anything but utterly content at the scene you two had set out for yourself. You and your boyfriend had spent the better part of the afternoon decorating your apartment in time for the holiday season. And several fights with tangled Christmas lights, uncooperative sticky tape and broken baubles later, you had managed to make your shared space festive enough. Even from the kitchen you could spot the tree, who’s soft glow gave your living room an ambience and your heart a warmth that made all your efforts worth it.

You had even managed to talk your boyfriend into dressing the part, the two of you were wearing matching plaid pyjama bottoms. Meanwhile, Floki pattered around in a tiny reindeer outfit Joao had bought for him on a whim and seemed way too excited to see him in. And you couldn’t help but share his beaming smile once he finally wrestled the dog into the suit.

Watching Floki jump around your feet had distracted you from the issue at hand until you heard the sound of wet batter slapping onto itself, causing you to whip your head up to where your boyfriend stood tightly gripping a wooden spoon.

“Should it be this,” he paused, eyebrows furrowed as he searched for the right word, “wet?”

“I don’t think so …”

You leant in a little closer, worry growing in you as you looked at the concerningly runny batter. However your boyfriend was determined to go on, simply shrugging as he dumped it out onto the floured counter with a small huff. Before you could stop him he was already hands deep in the brown mush, face twisted into an almost adorably focused expression complete with a bottom lip jutted out just enough to form a pout. You found yourself resigned to just watching him as he worked through the dough, an endeared smile spread across your face - at least until he turned to you, hands covered with sticky residue and a look that had morphed from focus to frustration, and you decided you would lend a hand.

Once your gingerbread cookies, or at least your attempt at gingerbread cookies, were in the oven and the two of you had cleaned the stubborn remnants of the dough off of your hands you found yourself curled up on the couch beside your boyfriend. The combination of the pyjama pants and Christmas sweater he had insisted on wearing made Joao the embodiment of a heat pack, and the perfect thing to snuggle up to given the cold weather outside - even if he was more concerned with picking the perfect movie for the two of you to watch than reciprocating your hugs.

Still, you let out a soft hum of happiness once he finally picked one after what seemed like an eternity of searching and could set down the remote to wrap an arm around you and pull you even closer - which you had thought was physically impossible given how you kept shuffling up next to him. As the movie opening played, you felt his hand come up to catch on a strand of your hair, wrapping it around his finger to twirl it. It was a half-thought out action and a habit he had developed in quiet moments like these the two of you spent alone, a silent way of expressing his love.

“This is nice,” you heard him say softly, not needing to raise his voice anymore above a whisper given how close the two of you were. It was an obvious enough statement, but said in a way that conveyed a second message - one that said “This is nice, and I’m glad I get to experience it with you.”

“It is,” you mumbled in response, feeling the temptation of fatigue tugging your eyelids closed. Joao noticed this, and only let out an amused chuckle as he pushed your hair away from your face and offered more of his shoulder for you to lean on.

“I hope we get to have many more Christmases together,” he breathed, watching you try to fight your urge to sleep with nothing but love in his eyes.

“We will,” you said in response, which, even through your haze of sleepiness, sounded as definite as a sure fact.

You recognised the familiar feeling of Joao’s lips gently pecking your forehead as you drifted off to sleep, curled up next to him. You could just make out faintly the smell of ginger, cinammon and all the other spices you had used in your cookie batter still clinging to him. You could hear Floki pattering around in the background, the bells on his reindeer costume jingling softly, as well as the steady beat of Joao’s heart. You couldn’t remember the last time you had felt so content, so at peace, so calm, and the last thought that graced your mind was about how you would give anything to make sure you could relive this moment a thousand times again.

At least, it would’ve been - if you hadn’t been woken up rudely by the loud beeping of your kitchen timer, the distinct smell of something burning, and Joao cursing under his breath as thick clouds of smoke squeezed their way out of your oven from your gingerbread cookies, or at least what remained of them.

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[anjelicawrites]

Cringefail Throuple 💡

Since Michael and Reader had to go back home for Christmas, they rush back to Oxford to celebrate the new year with Billy. Lots of alcohol, silliness, and sex occurs.

Beloved Cringefail Throuple💡 anon, have I told you how much I love your brain?

NSFW and 18+ only under the cut!

Warnings (kissing, biting, scratching, fingering, threesome, anal, p in v sex, anal fingering, overstimulation, squirting).

It all would have been better if you could have access your respective colleges, alas they're closed until the holidays are over, which forces you and Michael to sneak into Billy's flat to doll yourseves up for New Year's eve. Billy, of course, doesn't know, he thinks you two are celebrating at home, with your families and will be back before the new term starts. This had been the plan, then you and Michael missed your puppy boyfriend too much to wait and your heart hurt too much at the thought of him alone on New Year's Eve as well. And here you are, back to Oxford, ready to have fun, and sex.

When you, finally, emerge from the bathroom, you've gone full goth mode: black make up, corset, fishnet stocking and high heels. Michael stares at you with his mouth hanging, eyes shamelessly on your barely covered cleavage.

"Maybe we should stay in. Wait for Billy here."

He's not drooling, but might as well be. As he stalks towards you, he can feel his cock growing in his pants: maybe you'll help him with that? Lend him a quick hand?

"No, no, no, no, Mr. Gavey. We're here for a reason." You stop his advance with a hand on his chest. "We could have a little head start. It wouldn't be the first time." Michael growls, trying to state his dominance.

Your fingers cupping his growing erection shatter any form of control he's trying to assert over you.

"We're going to go to the pub and wait for midnight there. Then, only then, we'll go home and fuck the first day of the new year away."

Michael's eyes almost cross when the pressure around his cock grows; as dominant as he is, he loves when you take the lead and make him behave, makes it all the sweeter when he punishes you for it.

When you two arrive at the pub, there's already loads of people ready to spend the night, groups of friends singing drunkenly over the muted TV. How you and Michael manage to find a small table is a miracle, so is the fact that said table is in a small nook, so that Billy can't see you, not yet.

You two have to sit very close to one another, pinned as you are between two loud groups of people and Michael can't pass the occasion to trail his hand under your, admittedly, short skirt.

"Don't." You chastise him "What? I don't know where I'm supposed to put my hand. We're a little pressed here." He says with a smirk. "You think you are so smart, are you?" You cross your lags and block his advance. "I am." He uses his trapped hand to slide you and the chair closer to himself. "And you will pay for this."

You feel the heath of his words spreading all over your body: you can't wait.

"Promises, promises." You murmur against his ear.

You yelp when his trapped hand curls cruelly on the meat of your tight, the pitiful sound you've just made drowned by the voices around you.

"You're such a bastard, Gavey." "And you love me all the more for it." Michael has to crane his neck to see the counter. "He's back!"

You can't see Billy from your position, you can imagine he's returned from the storage room and it's your time to shine.

You stand up and adjust your ridiculous short skirt, before you saunter to the counter, where your other boyfriend is; you can feel Michael's eyes on your skin, you burn with his desire. Knowing that he wants and needs you makes you wet, that you can reduce his powerful mind to mush makes you ride the biggest power high of your life.

"Hello gorgeous." You position yourself so that your cleavage is in full view of Billy, who stutters and blushes when he sees it. "Two beers, please?"

You laugh when he doesn't move, doesn't speak, just stares at your breasts: have you broken him?

The spell you've put him under breaks when the other server tells Billy to get a grip on himself and he blushes even more, his big blue eyes finally traveling to your face.

"Hi handsome." You repeat. "How? Why? Is Michael here as well?" "Yes, baby. He's thirsty and hungry as well, not for food, though."

If self combustion were possible, your poor Billy would have burnt on the spot: you two are back and all his need for you two explodes in his loins, his cock stirring in his jeans.

"We'll be at the table nestled in the corner." You say and wink, swaying your hips as you walk back, beers in hand.

Thankfully there's too much noise and people for Billy's colleague to truly notice your interaction or the fact that he's far too willing to go around the tables to collect the empty glasses and plates and that he takes a bit too much time whenever he disappears where the table in the nook is, only to reemerge dazed, having being kissed senseless by you and Michael every single time.

When midnight approaches, you and Michael manage to grab Billy, so that you three can be together when the clock on the telly strikes twelve. All the people around you are too busy celebrating, to notice the passionate kiss you three share at the far end of the pub.

No one is surprised when you two wait for Billy, at the pub you and Michael are known to be his friends and have accompanied him home countless times, the only difference is that you two are drinking shots with the staff, this time, whilst the pub gets closed for the night.

How you three make it home is a miracle, full as you three are with alcohol, swaying as you walk to Billy's apartment.

"How long are you going to stay?" He manages to ask in between kisses. "Until the term starts." Michael answers, his hand grabbing Billy's arse. "We'll need more condoms, then." It's the answer he receives.

The three of you might be drenched in alcohol, yet your combined libidos aren't affected, the kisses shared on the way home have only turned you three on even more: you're wet and loose already, your boys hard in their trousers.

You feel their hands on your body when the door of the flat closes, Michael's hands on your breasts, his lips on your nape, Billy on his knees, face buried under your skirt. You moan at the double sensation, Billy's mouth on your clothed cunt, Michael's fingers pinching your nipples over the thin shirt you've been wearing under the corset.

You three undress sloppily, hands in the way, teeth biting the skin revealed. You barely manage to get to the bed, clothes left everywhere, you lover's fingers buried in your cunt, your hands jacking their cocks.

You three fall in a heap on the mattress, kissing, biting, licking, hands exploring, you between your lovers, their teeth on your skin, their fingers fucking your hole and pinching your clit until you come with a whine. You find yourself on your back, legs over Billy's arms, his cock pushing into your pulsating cunt, grunts of pleasure at how tight your muscles are clenching around his erection, your whines of overstimulation drowned by his moans of pleasure as Michael's fingers fuck against his prostate, Billy's cock fucking you following the rhythm the other has imposed.

Billy buries himself inside your cunt when Michael's cock head starts entering him.

"You haven't been playing with yourself." You hear Michael grunt.

Billy's answer is a moan of pleasure, his face hidden against the side of your neck.

"It means I have to fuck you open again."

You can feel the short, deep pushes of Michael's cock as he moves Billy's hips to follow his movements, Billy's moans and whines of pleasure as he tries to move, to push back, but he's stopped by Michael's hands on his hips. Under them, you're writhing and begging, your cunt still reeling from the previous orgasm sends shock waves of pain and pleasure, your clit fires under the pressure of Billy's hipbone, your muscles clench almost painfully around his manhood, you lovers's grunts of pleasure are all you hear, until Billy whips his head back and comes with a shout.

He's trembling over you, his cock still hard inside your hole fucks you faster, now that Michael can push freely inside of him. You can only curl around Billy's body, your teeth biting his shoulder savagely as he pistons inside of you and fucks himself on Michael's cock, your body taking the brunt of their lovemaking. Your hips desperately try to move away, the stimulation too much for your poor body, yet your orgasm crests and crests, until you come, nails scratching you lovers' skins.

They keep fucking you and one another, Michael bends himself over Billy, so that you three can kiss messily, his hands now on your hips to keep you still, make you take it like you should. It hurts and drives you wild, your cunt a fist around Billy, your feet kicking at nothing in the vain attempt to escape the pleasure.

"I can't! I can't!"

You scream and beg, but Billy's cock drags against your G-spot again, the pressure of their bodies writhing over yours builds inside your belly, until it snaps and you squirt with a shout, your lovers following you with grunts and whines of pleasure.

You three are a trembling mess of limbs on the bed, of lips seeking skin, of nerves singing. You are not sure of who cleans the mess and covers your body with the duvet, you are just floating, riding the endorphins high, safe in your lovers's arms.

"Happy New Year."

Someone says in your ear, you can only babble something and curl tighter around whichever of your lovers is the closest: happy New Year indeed!

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[jewish-vents]

I haven't gone to synagogue since my bat mitzvah. I still practice holidays with family although I have always been more cultural than religious. One of my Jewish relatives passed away recently and it made me think about my family history and how my family tends to raise their kids Jewish and then sorta become non-religious. I actually have fond memories of going to religious school as a kid (especially bc my synagogue was very chill and accepting of me as queer and patrilineal jew).

I've been thinking of going to one of their community events to sorta reconnect with the culture aspect of it, but I feel guilty because I haven't gone in like 7 years and again I'm more in it for the holidays and community so don't feel like I'm Jewish enough sometimes. I don't really think the later aspect would really be a problem given the synagogue, but I'm worried that it would be awkward since I haven't seen these people since I was a young teen. I also would have to decide whether to bring my atheist partner (who I have done Jewish holidays with).

I just generally feel really guilty right now because of all the family stuff and personal mental health struggles and the fact that it's almost Pesach is not helping because it's the last holiday I had with my relative and I don't even know if my family is gonna celebrate it this year.

Anon, you are always Jewish enough. There is no degrees of Jewish, either you are or you aren't. Some Jewish people are less observant, or less religious, doesn't mean they're not Jewish, or not welcome at shul, or in any way not part of the community. I'm sure they'd love to have you there. It's normal to have complicated feeling about it anyways, but don't let that stop you from doing what you really want

-🐺

#jewish vents

[kellyvela]

did u see that now on the jonas fan circles, and their similar interests, people are spreading/acting like the divorce is because sophie is a cheater? even some t**lor sw*f* fans are spreading it as well, saying she is their JA that she used JJ and cheated on him 🙄 as if JJ hadn't been mentioned of partying with early 20s girls and cheating on sophie for years before

Hello anon 👋

I don't care what the jb stans say, they are as stupid and willfully blind as targies.

Everyone is free to think what seems best to them, BUT the thing is, IF Sophie cheated jj with Perry as those people claim, then why Perry's ex girlfriend Olympia still follows Sophie on instagram, the woman that supposedly stole her man???

Perry and his ex break up was only made public mid September 2023, but the rumors about their separation started way before (November 2022), especially in July 2023, when Olympia celebrated her 27th birthday in Tuscany, Italy, and Perry was notoriously absent.

Friends began whispering about the state of their relationship when property developer Perry was conspicuous by his absence at the Chelsea-based model's 27th birthday party in July. They have not been seen in public together since last November. For three consecutive summers, the couple holidayed together, but this year they went their separate ways. The Princess visited Italy and Greece with family and friends (...) Perry, meanwhile, spent his summer with pals in Cow Neck, New York state, as well as in Spain with family. He was also at the Burning Man festival in Nevada with a posse of attractive young women.

Actually, the rumors of cheating came from Olympia's part, since she was seen with some married with children TT chef that was kicked out of his home by his wife when the rumors erupted.

King Charles's goddaughter, 27, beamed as she made her way to the celebrity chef's car, in Notting Hill, just days after her  ex-boyfriend Peregrine Pearson, spent time with Sophie Turner in Paris, where they were spotted kissing.

The wife of celebrity chef Thomas Straker has kicked him out of their marital home after being told he was in a romantic relationship with Princess Maria Olympia of Greece. Friends of Straker and his wife Davina who have two daughters aged four and two, said she was 'devastated' to be told of his infidelity in October.

I have seen those people claiming that Sophie and Perry were together since July 2023, since Sophie were in Tuscany, Italy, around July 2023 as well; but apparently they missed the fact that Sophie was there with jj (see the pictures), but Olympia was alone, without Perry, whose absence was conspicuous (see the pics and read article linked above).

So how were Sophie and Perry cheating, if Sophie was with jj in Italy, while Perry was with his family and friends in Spain and US???

Also, IF Sophie really cheated jj with Perry, then why Olympia's long time close friends like Ella Richards and Sascha von Bismarck, or George and Camilla Blandford, or even Rupert Gorst, to mention only some of them, are OK hanging out, travelling, partying and posting pictures of them all happy with Sophie, the woman that supposedly stole their friend's man?

Think about it.

Now, in addition to his well known awful reputation, over their 7 years together, there was a lot of rumors and blinds about jj being a serial cheater.

But not only that, while "sources" were claiming that jj has been caring for his daughters "alone" and "pretty much all of the time," there was a podcast about him living a single life in NY, clubbing till late hours:

Also, while there were headlines with jj saying that it was "too soon" for Sophie to date someone new, he was seen with more than one girl.

Look at this reddit post from November 6th 2023, about jj having a double date with a girl he met at some restaurant she works at:

Also, he was seen with this other girl in Seattle, around November 11th 2023:

And around December 2023, he was also seen with a redhead in Montreal:

And now jj is dating a model that got famous after starting a relationship with a 17 years old male model, while she was 28/29 years old, and they became parents soon after the male model turned 18 . . . . Sounds familiar??? 💀

A little update, it seems jj and new woman knew each other and were interacting a lot since before he started dating Sophie . . . .

 ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#anon asks #sophie turner #the rat and his stans can choke

[harrysmimi]

Still Want You

Synopsis: Harry wants a restart but YN still feels guilty for what happened

More of my work | Based on this ask

I really hope you like this anon. Took me pong enough to write this.

PS. I haven't edited this cuz I am too lazy. I'm sowwyyy :(

Harry was nervous knocking on the door. He tugged on the neckline of his t-shirt as he dripped the small bouquet of red and white roses, a box of chocolate covered almonds and a small pack of cat treats.

He was there to see his favourite girl and his favourite boy ever.

It's been almost a year he has seen YN. He was finally ready to start over and get his life together, since past ten months he's had a great tour, released a new album and was back on a little break.

YN and Harry have been together for well over two years, inseparable and madly in love with one another. Harry loved the fact that she was his little secret that he so selfishly wanted to keep with him. Which unfortunately was one of the reason which drove them apart.

His breath hitched when she opened the door and first thing a white fluffy cat with big green eyes came to greet him. That was Prince, the cat he adopted for her for her birthday, he was (and his) their son. Prince loves Harry deeply to say the least.

"Harry?" Her voice was barely audible but he hear her nerves getting through her just loud enough. She is an anxious person, he knows that.

"YN!" He greeted her with a pleasant yet sad enough smile. She moved aside so he can come in and closed the door when he did.

It was a new place, just three streets away from the place he rented for them to move in together, as a surprise. It was small, just enough for a person and a pet. Everything looked dull and gloomy, there was just a bed with a pillow, and a sofa seperating the room into a living area and a bedroom. It was like her old flat she first moved into, but a little smaller and two rooms less as she shared that one with a roommate, there was a seperate living room at least.

YN got him a glass of water the first thing as he took a seat on the sofa. He could see she had set up her laptop up on the coffee table with a dozen unread emails and half eaten plate of Rice and Daal with a side of raw mango pickle. She sat on the other side of the sofa waiting patiently for him to start the conversation.

"I wanted to see you." He started to which she just smiled. "YN look I am sorry for what happened, but let's start all over again please!"

"I should be the one apologising." She looked at him with the same guilt he saw all those months ago.

It was months ago YN and Harry were starting have little arguments here and there. It was unusual for him. Yes, YN would have her bursts of frustration and anger here and there but Harry always made sure to be the mature one understanding the circumstances of situation. He'd be the one sitting her down and making her talk her mind and heart and share the same when she'd unknowingly hurt his feelings. He's always been patiently wonderful with that.

But they were both particularly bitter about the situations which were coming up one by one. It started with when YN wanted to bring home with her for her Diwali break. Even though her and her family did not celebrate it, they were willing to meet up with him and spend the holidays, even one of her cousin was getting married right after Diwali. It was a huge thing for YN, he knew that. But he had chosen to back down.

A festival and a wedding means there would be people, and where there are people, means there would be countless pictures and with his lifestyle, he prefers to keep his private life private. It means he wouldn't have been able to keep his dreamy little secret, a secret. He wanted to meet her family but in private. While her intentions were never vile, he knew the internet would ruin her mental peace.

But soon after they had to stop going out together on dates, to eat out. She had to stop being seen with him. Which made YN feel hurt.

She wanted to everything with Harry. Yeah, she was willing to endure everything given what came to be with him, hell she was even sceptical for weeks after he asked her out for the first time for the same thing! But once she was all in, she was willing to risk it all. She even put on an armer and spoke to her very strict brown parents about him.

YN was angry at him for months.

All she wanted was share what they had with not having to constantly look over their shoulders. And him protecting her got no where, still to this date she recieves nasty comments online. Even her LinkedIn profile is not safe for her to log into gor work.

Though she feels guilty for what she did. Despite her annoyance and frustration what she did was not right in any sense.

She was out with her colleagues and had kissed her colleague Harry hated the most, to which she came clean after whole three weeks. Just when Harry had cooked her an amazing meal and bought her favourite flowers to apologise for being so overly protective and to ask her to move in with him. She wasn't drunk that day, she has never touched alcohol in her life.

Just as YN was about to say something, her work phone started ringing. He somehow forgot she works from home most of the time and it wasn't a weekend. She excused herself to answer the ohone to ask to person to postpone whatever she had to do.

"I'm sorry about that," she placed the phone face down on the coffee table to look at him. YN still hasn't been able to forgive herself for what she did. She should have been mature and talk to him.

Since their time apart her life had a big down fall, and it's falling down in the blackhole some hell universe. She had switched her job, her family back home was going through hell and she couldn't go back because who would help her family if she went back home. Her grand dad had passed and their family business was crashing each passing day. Her dad and his brother could do so much with handling biggest loss of their life. She was going through a lot in that moment. But that does not justify her actions what so ever!

Harry told her, he needed some time. And by some she never thought it was be more then ten months and few rebounds later. They never officially broke up or even had that conversation. She deserved to see all that, she made herself believe that. She was more upset with herself than she was to be with him when they never actually called off anything. That was that.

"Have taken me long enough to come in and say that I accept your apologies." He spoke as he carefully tried to move closer to her. He doesn't want her to move away. "I was equally responsible for hurting you after the same."

Harry could see her relax a bit but stiffen up again, so he carefully moved closer to her. "Look we can at least be good friends." He softly spoke as he took her hand, still remembering the feeling like it was yesterday. Her hands still held that warmth he never forgot and they still felt tiny against his own.

YN let out a shaky breath. She have been trying. Trying so hard to get over little heartbreak, it was more harder than when she had her heart broken for the first time. She thought about being friends with him and actually trying to reconcile just so she can have a great person like him in her life again.

Alas she is a jealous person, and she can see him with anyone else. She don't want to be that toxic friend to anyone, so she had made up her mind that if Harry didn't wanted to be back with her she'd never ask to be at least his friend. She looked up at him through her lashes as tears filled her eyes.

"I can't." She admitted.

"Hey, come here!" He whispered as he wrapped his arm around her.

YN never thought she'd be so vulnerable after seeing him again. She had been preparing herself to be strong and act like she has grown much mature and not breakdown, but she did. "I am so sorry!" She started chanting in muffled voice, guilt of hurting him stil felt so saw like it happened just a minute ago.

"Hey, hey, you're fine, you're fine." He gently smoothed her hair as he rubbed her back.

"I still, I still can't get that out of my head!" She muffled again his shirt.

"It's gonna take time." He admitted, "but if you give us a chance, we can make it work. I promise will try my best love. It's been so hard to breathe without you."

"I cheated on you. I don't deserve you, you deserve someone so much better than me." She broke from the hug, a little frustrated maybe. At herself to be exact.

"So did I." He admitted too. Maybe it's not right to get together back again but he have seen being get through so much worse together. Maybe, just maybe they can work it out. Yes, they can work it out. "Told you need a break and did the same. Maybe this is wrong, to get back together. But maybe we could make it the best thing ever. I promise I won't try so hard to protect you from every little thing which comes with my profession."

"I still haven't forgiven myself, Harry," corners of her mouth quivered, "I haven't."

"You want some time, take as much time as you need. Still want you, my love. That's all."

She just nodded and they sat in silence for what felt like ages until YN broke the silence with her sniffles, she wiped her tears and looked at him. "You want some daal chawal?" She knows how much he loves that.

He let out a soft shy chuckle, "you know I am not going to say no."

"I'll get you a plate." He nodded and walked to the kitchen.

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It was four months later. YN and Harry started to talk more recently and back together officially, giving one another time they need.

It wasn't until just just on Sunday YN agreed to go on a date with him for next weekend, her day off. He was going to take her see Niall at the Wembley. It was Monday and Harry couldn't wait already.

Waiting for Saturday and going to studio like a torture to him for the first time. He haven't got to see YN much since he visited her, she had been busy with her work. Apparently she was getting a promotion, she'd be the youngest senior manager at her firm and the pressure was too much so he did not wanted to be in her way. But they spoke, stayed on phone calls on her lunch break and texted throughout the day as both of them got free time. Late replies did mot seemed so bad after all now.

It was finally Saturday and Harry was there to pick up YN at her flat. He was all stocked up on the water bottles as it was hot, he knew she wanted to stand in the merch line and buy almost every single thing even though she can get everything delivered to her doorstep on her one command. She is a true Niall fan. He still remembers the first time she got to meet Niall, she was freaking out and now they've become best of friends.

"Hello my love." He greeted her as she opened the door.

"I am so sorry, I forgot to send this important file that why I am late." She anxious ran to her bathroom to where he followed her.

"It's alright love, the show doesn't start for next six hours." He assured her. "And knowing Niall, it won't start for next ten, so don't worry about it." She laughed at that comment.

She was wearing a pair of baggy jeans and a large white shirt keeping it simple and cute, should he add. She had her hair in a braid and put on a pair of silver hoops. And they were ready to go. "Oh we're matching!"

"Oh yeah!" He realised.

She rolled her eyes, "when are you going to stop copying me." He just chuckled and walked a step forward to place a soft peck on the back of her head.

"Never." He mumbled taking in the smell of her shampoo."You look very pretty, love when you wear Kajal."

"I am going to look like a panda real quick." She grabbed her glasses off the counter and put them on.

"A gorgeous panda, might I add." He added and recieved a elbow to his rib before they both fell in fit of laugh. She grabbed her sling bag on the way out. But Harry stopped her at the exit of her building.

"Before we walk out, I have to tell you something." He let out a anxious breath. "We are taking Sam with us, just to be safe, okay? Don't want anyone of us getting hurt unknowingly."

"Okay." She nodded. Well that's understandable, if not for her, for him at least. No one knows her there but every fucking one knows him there. Once they walked out of the building, he found he even got a chauffeur for the day.

"Oh yeah, one more thing." He reached the back pocket his jeans and pulled out a tennis bracelet.

It was the Tiffany bracelet he got her one random day just because, and she wore it every single day no matter if it went with her outfit or not since then. He recieved that back when she returned all his stuff back to him with all of his hoodies and the tad bits of gift he gave her.

"You still kept it?" She looked rather surprised.

"Of course I kept it, know how much you cherish this." He gently grabbed her hand and placed the bracelet around her wrist, he tried to approach her with a kiss but she cuddle close to him swiftly dodging the moment. He just needs to give her some time so he settled with placing a gentle peck on her head.

They reached the venue in half an hour, stood in the line to buy the merch and just making it in time for lunch with Niall. YN did not expect Harry to get VIP passes, even though the performer is literally his best friend. She still did not expected to go to a concert with VIP passes. Yes she saw Harry perform multiple times but it was with his family in the privacy box standing by the side of the stage. This was whole knew experience for her. They were going to the VIP tent there with Niall's mum and girlfriend.

"Be careful here." Harry grabbed her hand as he guided her through the metal walkway around the stage to the pit area where the tent was. He knows these things are nasty slippery even through they have little bumps on them which are supposed to be slip resistant.

The whole evening Harry wasn't afraid of how people would treat the girl he loves so much. He wasn't afraid of hold her thinking about all the nasty things people might say. He sang and danced all evening along with her with his best friend performing there. It was when Niall was playing This Town with his guitar trapped on, at the end of the cat walk.

Harry's got his arms around the girl he adore so much to sing along, just so she can hear him. "If the whole world was watching, I'd still dance with you. Drive highways and byways to be there with you, over and over the only truth, everything come back to you." That made her turn her head around to look at him, he couldn't hold back the bright smile as he placed a kiss on the apple of her cheek, "you still make me nervous when you walk in the room, them butterflies they come alive when I'm next to you, over and over the only truth everything comes back to you, hmmm!" YN leaned into him there. She could start crying.

"You wanna take a picture?" He suggested as the song ended.

"Oh yes!" YN pulled out her phone from her bag and the posed for a few selfies and Harry clicked a few pictures of her while Niall was in between set change.

After the show, Harry her took her to her favourite place for dinner. And that was about the night before he drive her back to her place with all the merch she bought.

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It was a few more months later.

YN mostly worked from home, she only ever had to go to work if there was a meeting or briefing to be done. It was one of those days for her, but more important somehow. Her day at work ended at three in the afternoon as she was early reporting to work. She had taken in a cab there as her car at the service centre. So Harry decided to go pick her up.

Harry waited for her outside her work building as he couldn't go in because the security won't let him in without an ID. He don't have that obviously, because he is not an employee there and he knew YN was done anyway so he didn't mind waiting for her by his car. He was dressed all comfy in a pair of sweats and puffer with a beanie on his head. It was November already and getting colder already.

YN did not liked Mondays, that's what he knew really. But this particular Monday she was very giddy and got up at six in the morning and reported to work at eight sharp. He wasn't sure what was so special about today but she seemed very ecstatic about it.

"Harry!" He hear his name as she ran out of the door, dressed in a baby pink suit and her black coat on top of it with her laptop bag slung around her right shoulder. The first thing she did was jump in his arms to place a firm kiss on his mouth. Taking Harry by utter shock. It was the first time they kissed, he did not mind it, he rather loved it actually. "I. Got. The promotion!" She squealed stomping like a little toddler. He could see little tears of joy in corner of her eyes.

"Oh my goodness!" He was surprised to hear that too, she has been after this promotion for so long, "I am so proud of you baby!" He pulled her in a warm hug. He had seen her obsess about this project wanting it to be perfect for one of the biggest clients in her firm, followed by which she would happen her promotion.

"You are?" She cooed, sounding like she'd cry.

"Yes baby, I am!" He exclaimed as he squeezed her tighter, "so, so, so proud of you my love!" He carefully pulled apart enough to look at her. "You deserved it." He placed a kiss on her forehead. She just buried her face in his chest.

"I need to call Mumma." She chuckled as she pulled away to wipe her tears.

"Yeah?" He smiled, "give me this, call you mum." He grabbed her laptop bag and proceeded to place it on the back seat as she made her way to the passenger seat calling her mother already.

They had the day planned out already, they were going to go to his place. The new place he got just a month ago in a more gated area with more security for her personal safety.

"You kissed me." Harry said as he closed his front door, she had already taken off her coat. His puffer was already off in the car itself.

"Yes..." YN nodded anxiously, "I am sorry if you didn't wanted me to."

"Are you kidding me? I've been dying to kiss you my love!" He took a big step towards her as he grabbed her by her waist to place a gentle kiss on her mouth. "Oh I've missed this!" He place another feathery kiss on corner of her mouth, he could feel her melt in his arms there as her knees almost gave in. With his arm on her back and behind her knees he picked her up as he spun her around.

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It was another day of celebration for YN as she was able get another big project in to the firm just a year after her promotion, her superior arranged a little dinner party for her. It was a very formal event, with the CEO and all the vice presidents present there. Of course she took Harry with him.

Harry had drove YN back to her place his place as they planned last minute on spending the weekend in at his. They both changed into some comfy clothes.  Luckily Harry kept all of her clothes as they were.

They both got comfy on the sofa. "Need some water." Harry got up from his place and walked in the kitchen. The kitchen at his new was surprised put of sight from living room and it was weirdly quite at his, except Prince snoring next to her. Harry was watching him for the day while YN was at work. He had a blast the three hours Harry was at the dinner with her, running around the house that he passed out on the sofa there.

Harry came back, acting a bit fiddly. He watched as YN flipped through Netflix. He knew he have to do this. He wants to do this.

He placed a kiss on her mouth before he got on both his knees with her hands in his, their laced finger layed on her lap. He had to resist himself from giving her get another kiss or he would forget to say what he is going to say.

"What happened?" She asked looking at him confused.

"I've got say something." He started with a bright smile and flushed cheeks. "Rather I've got something to ask you."

"If you're asking me to move in, then not until—"

"We get married, I know." He interrupted her, "I actually wanted to ask you, will you marry me? You don't have to answer now, take as much time as possible. As long as it takes, I still want you." He could feel his heart thumping in his ears.

"You are serious with this?" She asked in a low voice, not believing what is happening, as her eyes welled up with tears. "You want to get married?"

"Yes, I am damn serious about this." He announced. "I want to get married."

"Yes, I will marry you Harry!" She exclaimed as pulled him in for a hug. Suddenly there were claps heard from the kitchen as her family and Harry's family walked out. "What the—" she hid her face in Harry's shirt as she knew her kajal was all messed up already, Gemma was recording this. Harry laughed as he looked at her face and helped her fix her face, wiping her tears with the sleeve of white shirt he wore.

"It's okay, your cute panda face is just for me to see." He whispered to her making her chuckle.

"It's official now!" YN's mum announced. It was just their immediate family. Harry's parents and his sister, her parents and her brothers. And they knew there was going to be a proper engagement ceremony done, not today but someday.

Harry wanted to give YN a heads up, given the fact how their relationship took a turn and how hard it was mend things and beat the odds. He didn't expected her to say yes then and there but he was prepared with a ring. Anne handed him the ring he had custom made just for his girl.

"Want to make it official, official." He opened the box to reveals a beautiful ring, which he took time in sliding onto her finger.

"Even we have a surprise for you." YN's brother announced as he handed his sister a box too. It was a platinum band in there. Just a cultural thing where it is permissible for men to wear gold or jewels, Harry respects that. He knows they are going to have a proper engagement ceremony planned out in future all abiding by her cultural rituals. This was just for family and their eyes only.

She slid the ring on his finger too. And they were officially, officially engaged now.

This wasn't something Harry imagined would ever happen.

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N O T E :

Well... Had this in my inbox for a while while now. I am so so so sorry this took forever to post! 🤧 Hope you liked it. Ik I'm a bit rusty that I haven't wrote anything since like January.

I love you xx

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[azsazz]

Ruby Red

Cassian x Reader

Summary: Anon Request:Hi I love your writing! Could you maybe write something with a Cassian x Reader where they have been mates for awhile and it’s their anniversary soon and the Reader had been feeling like she hasn’t surprised him recently in the bedroom so they get like a nice red lace set and funky time ensues and Cassian is just like heart eyes for them???😵‍💫

Warnings: Smut!

Word Count: 2,624

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You couldn’t stop looking at him all night.

Cassian had insisted on meeting you at Rhysand and Feyre’s house for the annual Starfall party, the holiday celebrated across Velaris. You’d been confused at the time, when he told you Azriel would winnow you to the gathering, but seeing him in his sheer black shirt, halfway unbuttoned to show off his delicious tan abs and dark ink swirling across his chest, you knew that if he’d put it on in your presence you wouldn’t have made it to the party at all.

And by the smirk he wore every time his eyes caught yours he knows it too.

You hadn’t yet approached him, heading straight to pour yourself a glass of hearty liquor as your mouth had suddenly gone dry at the sight of him. It was going to be very hard to control yourself if you were by his side.

They’d always talked about males being territorial, but surely they’d have nothing on you while your mate looked like a God.

You’d seen him dressed up of course, for your mating ceremony and the dinners held with the Inner Circle, but never like this. You want to stalk over to him and run that expensive fabric through your fingers, feel it against your skin. You want your mate to take you home right now and bring you to bed.

If this is what he has planned for Starfall, you can’t even begin to wonder what Cassian is planning for your upcoming anniversary.

Taking another sip from your glass you peel your eyes from your mate and back to Feyre, who’s been speaking to you for the past few minutes while you gazed at your lover. She wears a knowing look and you flush at being caught.

“Sorry,” you clear your throat, embarrassed at the filthy nature of your thoughts when they drifted to your mate, “What were you saying?”

The High Lady shakes her head fondly, puffing out a breath of laughter, bidding you parting words as Cassian saunters over to you. Up close the material is even more beautiful, silky smooth and shimmering beneath the faelights.

“Hello, Love,” your mate places a warm hand on your arm as he leans down to press a kiss to your lips. You savor the taste of him; cedar and the bitter alcohol he’s been drinking. “Why haven’t you come to greet me?” The mirth in his voice is unmistakable, his eyes glittering with mischief.

“I hardly recognized you without your leathers,” you gesture to his clothing. Unable to stop yourself, you reach out to touch the fabric. It’s exactly as soft as you imagined it and you let your fingers brush across his exposed chest, causing the male to shiver slightly.

“Do you like it?” he asks and you look up at him because he doesn’t sound cocky, he sounds genuinely worried that it’s not something you’d like seeing him in. His brows are furrowed uneasily, mouth turned downward in question.

“I love it,” you place your palm flat against his thumping heart, soothing over his skin with your thumb, “In fact, how about you come home with me and I’ll show you exactly how much I love it.”

The steady beating beneath your hand picks up at your words while your mate lets out a hearty laugh, pulling you into his chest tightly.

“(Y/N), the party’s just started,” he whispers amusedly into your hair.

You turn your head, kissing between his pectorals and giving the muscle a kitten lick, “I don’t think anyone will even notice.” A blatant lie. “We can come back afterwards,” you offer at the knowing look he gives when you peek up at him, “It’ll be like we didn’t even leave.”

His body shakes with laughter beneath you and you let out a disappointed sigh before he even speaks. “I’d like that, but I think we both know that once we get back home we won’t be leaving for the rest of the night.”

“Is that so bad?” You pout, resting your head on his chest. It’s so warm beneath your chin you could die right here a happy female, but not before you get what you so desperately want. Usually you had no trouble getting your mate to take you to bed, why is he being so hesitant all of a sudden? “We’ve been to every Starfall party for the last fifty years, I’d say we’ve earned it.”

“How I wish that I could give you everything you want, Love,” he smooths your hair back, tucking it behind your ear with a soft look.

“You can,” you protest gently, pressing your body flush against his. You don’t care who’s watching, all you want is Cassian and Cassian now.

“Don’t you want your gifts? Or dessert?” he tries to distract you but to be honest, your body pushing up against his has the warlord trying to keep his own cool. “I saw Naula and Cerridwen made your favorite.”

“I don’t care,” you stare up at him with the look that you know he can’t refuse. “All I want is you.”

Gods, he really tried his best. He’d lasted all of a half hour before his walls started crumbling down. Just by the looks you were giving him he’d known he’d done well. He’d stayed clear of the other females at the party, for he knew you’d ascend on them like the beautiful huntress you were if they did so much as look his way.

You are the only female that he wants.

“Let’s go,” his voice is husky. He can’t control himself when you’re like this, needy and possessive. It’s so fucking hot, he’d take any sort of teasing from his friends to see you like this.

He scoops you up into his arms and you can’t hide the grin from your face as he begins the short fly to your house. Gifted to you by the High Lord, it’s lavishly over-the-top but you’ve grown to accept and love the home you share with your mate.

You can’t keep your hands to yourself the entire flight, kissing and sucking at Cassian’s neck as he maneuvers the skies as quickly as he can, his cock straining against his nice trousers and his body vibrating with anticipation.

“(Y/N),” he gasps at a particularly arousing nip, “We’re almost home.”

“Better hurry then,” you whisper in his ear, mouthing at his lobe.

His wings pound faster.

Cassian’s knees nearly buckle when he lands on the balcony, striding across the stones and shoving open the doors with his shoulder.

You squeal as he drops you on the bed, caging you in, lust wild in his eyes. He kisses you roughly, body dipping to meet yours but then you’re pushing at his chest and he leans back, confused.

“Wait,” you gasp, and he groans as you scramble and slip from beneath him. You’d convinced him to bed you, teased him on the entire fly over, and now you’re telling him to wait?

But when he turns to face you your sultry smile has him freezing in his spot.

“What?” he asks, and you press gently at his shoulders, urging him to sit down. His cock is straining so hard against the inseam of his pants he nearly groans at the feeling but he does as he’s told.

“Your gift,” you tell him, stepping between his legs and rewarding him with a kiss. His hands snake around your waist, caressing your ass as he stares up at you, chasing the feeling of your lips against his.

“Can’t the gifts wait?” he groans, “I just want you, right here, right now.”

And that cutting grin on your face makes his cock throb in his pants. He nearly whimpers as you step away from him, shaking your hand out of his because he doesn’t want to let go.

“You’re going to like this one, I promise,” you offer, slowly sliding the straps of your dress over your shoulders.

And he absolutely does. The dark silky silver fabric cascades from your body like liquid metal, pooling on the floor at your feet and what you don underneath has your mate nearly coming at the sight.

A set of lingerie that has clearly been made custom with the finest of dark lace. He’d noted the gloves you wore with two red rubies inset on the back of your hands, but he’d just thought it a tribute to him as part of your Starfall attire. Seeing this, a jewel sewn into the revealing clothing in all of the spots his own siphons sat in his armor…he is one lucky male.

Your name is a whisper of awe as you give him a spin, his wide eyes drinking you in, committing it to memory.

You place your hand in his and he tugs you gently nearer, his breath pants and pupils blown wide with lust at the sight of you.

“Do you like it?” you murmur with a soft smile, watching how his eyes graze your body. You shiver under his intense gaze.

“Let me show you exactly how much I like it,” his voice is gruff, repeating the words you’d spoken earlier in the night when you’d seen his shirt.

His grin is pure sex as he pulls you down onto the bed. You squeal at the movement, straddling his waist as he guides you to kiss him with a hand on the back of your head.

He groans into your mouth as you swirl your hips against his. You shudder, feeling the length of his cock through the fabric keeping it pinned to his leg. Gods, it’s been too long.

“You look so fucking beautiful in my siphons,” his voice is rough as he moves from your lips to your neck, palming at your breasts, thumb brushing across the jewel at the center of your chest before he mouths over it.

Cassian opens his eyes at the faint glow and his moan is guttural when he realizes that it’s the rubies glinting exactly like his stones, an extra charge that you’d had to pay, but entirely worth every single mark you’d spent on the outfit.

You trace down his exposed torso, tongue following in a hot stripe down his chest, fingers fumbling with the buttons as you go. You can feel his muscles contorting beneath your lips, his hands skimming up your thigh-high stockings, rubbing his thumbs over the two glittering stones there, the shuddering breaths from his heaving chest as he looks down at you with those burning eyes.

The button gives way easily beneath your eager fingers but the strain of his prick against the fabric of his pants has the rest of them stuck, and at the frustrated huff you let out he’s growling and tearing the fabric apart, buttons flying everywhere.

He doesn’t stop there, won’t give you the chance to tease him out of his undergarments. His hips lift up and you shriek, bracing your hands against his shoulders so you don’t topple forward while he makes quick work of pushing his bottoms down, his cock thick and dripping against his hip.

You rut against him, can’t help yourself at the sight of his enormous prick, twin groans filling the otherwise silent room. 

“Let’s see how bright they get when you come,” his grin is feral and your cunt clenches, breath catching in your throat at his suggestion. You let your head roll back on your shoulders at the thought, but Cassian’s grabbing your hands and tugging you down so you’re flush against his bare body.

It’s really not fair that he’s fully naked beneath you because all you want is to feel every inch of him as he fucks up into you, it’s been too long since you’d had sex, but you’ve committed to your Starfall gift and he seems to be enjoying it much more than you thought.

His fingers dip into your panties and you gasp as he brushes lightly between your folds, the stones adorning your body flickering in time with your whimpers of pleasure. Cassian curses lowly under his breath as he watches. He can’t stop looking at you, gaze moving from a stone to meet yours and back again. 

“You needly little thing,” he purrs as you grind down on his fingers, gasping at the feeling of his calloused and rough hand brushing against your sensitive clit.

He could get off like this, watching you, red siphons glowing brightly, shining softly against your smooth skin in the best way, lighting your features in the sensual light. You look so incredibly beautiful atop him and he can’t control his hips as they buck up, eager for friction.

“Cass,” you plead and that’s all it takes for him to slide the lace of your panties aside and press his dripping cock into your cunt. You shudder at his girth, he’s going too slow, so you settle down onto him with a satisfied sigh, hips meeting his.

“Shit, (Y/N),” he hisses, feeling the walls of your cunt convulse around his prick, grasping your hips in a bruising grip to halt the teasing bounce you give him. “Give me a second or I’ll come right now.”

You moan at his words, pinching your nipples, utterly aroused by his admission. It had been a while since you and Cassian had been in this position, busy with your respective roles to the Night Court, but the fact that you have him nearly releasing at the first touch of you wrapped around him has you pulsing with delight.

“As long as you make me come I have no problem with that,” you release a shaky breath. Your body is vibrating with need, if he doesn’t let you start moving soon you might cry.

And of course he’ll make you orgasm, of that you have no worry. It must sound like a good plan to him because he’s moving now, planting his feet on the bed to jackknife up into you, causing a drawn-out keen to escape your mouth.

He wasn’t kidding about being close because he’s snaking his hand down once again, circling your clit at the exact rhythm he’s memorized to get you off quickly. He saved it for instances when he couldn’t help but need you, before meetings, dinners with the Inner Circle, or when he was supposed to be on watch in the Court of Nightmares, when you had looked like sin in your dress and he’d dragged you into an empty room to take care of you.

You can feel your orgasm coiling, heat pooling low in your gut, and every noise of encouragement you make has him edging closer and closer to his own. He can’t hold it in any longer, not after the particularly erotic swirl of your hips, the sihpons on your outfit burning bright with pleasure in the darkened room. You’re almost blinding to look at, ethereal in the crimson light and he tips into a pleasured state with a shout, dragging you with him.

Your body is mush when you come down from your high, body going boneless against the Illyrian beneath you. He tilts your chin up, capturing your lips in a lazy but passionate kiss as he wraps his arms around you, holding you closer.

His mouth is hot across your shoulder, teeth clasping around the strap of your top and releasing, letting the elastic snap against your skin. You jolt on top of him but he tightens his grip on you, a sheepish grin on his face when you give him a look. 

Cassian brushes the hair from your face, murmuring sensually, “Keep these on. We’re most definitely going to have round two.”

#cassian smut #cass x reader #cassian #cassian x reader #cassian/reader #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acomar #acotarxreader #azsazz #starfall

[luv4fandoms]

Ti Amo (Marko x Fem!Reader)

This story was inspired by this idea

So thank you so much anon! I definitely couldn't have come up with a Valentine's Day themed story without your help. And I know this late, I'm sorry, life has had me busy.

For this I had to do some research on how Valentine's Day is celebrated in Italy and can I just say, that I much prefer the Italian way of celebrating! Like... America! You took a wrong turn somewhere and got off course.

Anywho, all Italian is translated by Google translate so if anything is wrong I do apologize.

Word count: 2,665

Pairing: Marko x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Pure Fluff!

⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞.⚠️

Ko-Fi

The shops suddenly being filled with red, white, and pink everything indicated only one thing…Valentine's Day was approaching. A holiday you hadn't cared for in many many years…Until you met Marko. As cheesy as it sounded, Marko changed your whole life, and actually made you believe in love again. So now that the holiday of love was approaching, you wondered what to get for your own Cupid. You knew a handmade gift would be best, since making things was something you both enjoyed, that and the fact that the both of you often made fun of the overly marketed cheesiness of the Hallmark holiday, stating that along the way it had lost its actual symbolism and was now simply a way for stores to cash in on love. Though as you were scoping out the shops that night on the boardwalk you have found something you knew he would love..But you wanted to do something more, something he wouldn't expect…and that's when the thought hit you. You only had a few weeks until Valentine's Day, which meant you had to cram as much studying into those few weeks, and the studying began the next day when the library was actually open. Marko was a bit suspicious when you started to get sleepy earlier in the nights leading up to Valentine's Day, but you would just assure him that it was a surprise and you were ok. To which he would grumble but pull you close to him, kissing along your neck and telling you not to put your health at risk. You studied as much as you could, tested yourself over and over again until you could say the words at least almost flawlessly, and finally felt at least somewhat ready for your Valentine's surprise. 

The night of the holiday you had put on an outfit you knew Marko went crazy over and headed to the boardwalk, excited to see your Romeo..What you didn't expect, was for him to not be there. Looking at the boys, your eyes wandered for Marko, but couldn't spot the soft blonde curls anywhere in the crowd.

"He's just running late" Paul told you, slinging his arm around your shoulder. When Marko wasn't around, the boys, often Paul, took it upon themselves to be your protector on the boardwalk.

"Running late?" 

"It's a surprise," he smiled, before pulling you along.

"Come on, let's go hit up the games til he gets here, I'll be your temporary Valentine" he said with a wink, making you laugh, Paul was definitely your best friend, but even being your best friend, you began to get worried after an hour passed and Marko still hadn't shown up.

"Are you sure he's ok?" You asked, for what was probably the tenth time.

"I'm sure if it sis, come on, you know Marko, he's reckless sure but not stupid, he can handle himself" 

"I know that!...But it doesn't stop me from worrying" you sighed while looking down.

"Worrying about who?" You heard a very familiar voice ask. Looking up quickly you came face to face with a little stuffed bat.

"My silly boyfriend, you see he's an hour late and I'm starting to think I should go look for him Mr.Bat" you told the toy, trying to hide the smile as you shot a glance to your boyfriend.

"I'm sure he's fine, just maybe hoping you won't be mad at him for being late" the bat spoke, and you couldn't hold in the laugh as you reached out and took him.

"Not mad" you said while turning to look at Marko.

"Good, cause I promise I had a good reason"

"Oh?"

"Come on" he smiled, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards his bike.

"Thanks for hanging out with me" you yelled back to Paul as Marko pulled you along.

"Anytime sis!" 

You happily climbed onto the back of Marko's bike, the stuffed bat tucked into your shirt.

"You keep doing that and I'm gonna get jealous of that little guy" he joked while starting his bike.

"Hey it's only fair, I let you ride in my shirt when you're in bat form remember"

"No way I could forget that amore, best seat on the whole boardwalk" he joked

"Funny, my vote would be your lap" you joked back, earning a grin from him as he leaned back, tilting his head until you could lean forward and kiss him, the kiss was short but full of love before he leaned forward again and took off. The two of you rode down the beach for a while, and honestly you felt like you could spend every night like this, with him, just riding. But soon you felt the bike beginning to slow before he stopped completely. You were a bit confused since you were at the edge of where the beach met the woods, but you trusted Marko, so when he got off the bike and held his hand out for you, you took it. 

"What are you up to Romeo?" You giggled as you followed him through the forest.

"Now if I told you that it would ruin the surprise" he grinned back at you. The two of you walked for a little ways, slowly ascending, until the woods began to thin and you stepped out into a clearing that overlooked the ocean, but that wasn't what caught your eye, what caught your eye was the setup before you. A blanket laid over the grass with a basket, two glasses on-top and candles sprinkled throughout the area to give it a warm glow.

"Marko" you gasped, tearing up at the scene, no guy had ever done anything like this before, a quick burger at a fast food joint sure, but not a full blown candlelit picnic overlooking the ocean under a blanket of stars.

"Happy Valentine's Day amore" Marko whispered, gently pulling you towards the scene. You sat down and watched as he pulled a bottle of wine from the basket, glancing up at you and chuckling before saying with a wink.

"Don't worry, it's actual wine" he handed you the glass before pulling out the covered plates of food.

"How were you able to do this?" You asked with a laugh, happily taking the plate, Marko had never cooked for you before.

"I…May have snuck into your house after you left and used your stove" he confessed with a sheepish grin at your shocked expression.

"I'm not even mad cause honestly this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done" you laughed.

"Really? That makes me the best boyfriend then huh?" He grinned.

"Definitely the best boyfriend" you smiled, leaning over and giving him a quick kiss, a kiss that had him chasing your lips when you leaned back.

"I will also forgive you for breaking and entering because this smells absolutely delicious" you gushed, looking down at the plate of pasta.

"Busiate alla Trapanese...it was something my grandmother taught me to make" he confessed, looking at his own plate, and you swore your heart could burst…he made you something that you knew brought up memories of his past life…of good times from the small smile he had.

"I'm honored" you spoke quietly, causing him to look up at you.

"That you made me something from your childhood", his smile soon matched yours, before he just shrugged, happy that it was dark so you couldn't see the slight blush. Before the both of you dug in…and you couldn't stop the moan even if you tried. It was so.freaking.good. 

"Ok…Are you a witch as well as a vampire, cause there is some magic in this, I'm sure of it" you told him, causing him to laugh, chest puffing up a bit in pride.

"I could be" he shrugged.

"You never know" he added with a wink.

"Well if you are I am fully under your spell" you winked back, earning a bigger smile. The both of you finished your food, Marko promising to cook for you more often. And now you were just leaning back against him, looking out at the ocean while you sipped your wine.

"I wish I could have found some Perugina chocolates, you would have loved them" he spoke after a moment, to which you just simply grinned, leaned forward and reached into your bag.

"You mean these?" You asked, looking back at him as you held up the box, watching his eyes widen.

"How did you?"

"I may have asked around, the Sweet Shope on the boardwalk was able to order them for me, straight from Italy babe" you smiled while leaning back into his arms while he happily opened the box on your lap.

"But how did you know?"

"I...may have done some research on how Valentine's Day is celebrated in Italy" you confessed, looking down to hide the blush as you felt Marko go stiff. You suddenly became worried that maybe that was weird, maybe you shouldn't have…and if that was weird then your surprise was gonna be too much. What you didn't expect was you feel his arms tighten around your waist, box of candy temporarily forgotten on your lap as he buried his face in your neck.

"You trying to make me fall in love with you amore?" He chuckled against your skin.

"Maybe?" You blushed.

"Maybe?" He smiled.

"I also have this for you" you told him, grabbing the small box out of your bag. He happily opened it and held up the little bell, a skull with a crown and red jewels in its eyes adorning it.

"It's a bike bell, they say it's–"

"For protection" he finished, kissing your cheek.

"Thank you baby, I love it" he told you before leaning your head back and kissing you. But just as you began to lose yourself in the kiss he began trailing kisses down your cheek and neck.

"I…I may have something else" you spoke hesitantly, causing him to pull his face from your neck.

"Oh?"

"Ho una confessione (I have a confession)" you spoke after a moment, seeing Marko's eyes widen again from the corner of your eye.

"Non mi sono mai sentito così prima (I've never felt like this before)" you tried to remember what you practice, your words coming out a bit slower than you would have liked.

"mi fai sentire così amato, protetto, libero... voluto (you make me feel so loved, protected, free…wanted)"

"Lo so, nella mia anima, non c'è nessun altro per me. non oggi, non mai.(I know, in my soul, there's no one else for me. Not today, not ever.)" 

"ecco perché non ho ripensamenti quando ti chiedo questo (that's why I have no second thoughts when I ask you this)" you took a deep breath and slowly pulled away from his grasp, placing the box of candy on the blanket and turning to face him. A look of pure shock and love adorning his features, and as you looked at him, the moon giving him a soft glow while the candle light danced across his skin. Eyes shining as he looked at you, and lip gently caught by his teeth, almost as if he was trying to keep himself from speaking or smiling too much. You looked at this man, this man who had swept you off your feet in a flurry of laughter, sweet gestures, long talks, wild bike rides and slow walks on the beach, and you knew there was no one else you wanted to spend forever with.

"cambiami (change me)" you finished, watching as his teeth released his lip, mouth opening as he looked at you as if you had just told him the most shocking news.

"Che cosa? (What?)" He asked, unsure he has heard you say the one sentence he had wanted you to say since you met. Surely you hadn't just asked that, in his own native tongue, after confessing how much you loved him,in his own native tongue! Did you know what you were doing to him? Did you know how crazy you were making him? How crazy for you you were making him? 

"Cambiami (change me)" 

There it was again, that simple request that held such a heavy weight and yet you said it as if you had just told him the stars were pretty. But the look on your face said you had thought about it, ran it through your head a thousand times and the answer stayed the same…You wanted to be with him…Forever.

"Amore" he breathed, reaching up to hold your face in his hands, you leaned your forehead against his, smiling as you held his hands.

"per sempre? (Forever?)" He asked, still not believing it.

"Per sempre (Forever)" you smiled, and he leaned forward, crashing his lips to yours to try and show you just how happy you had made him, even though he knew he would never be able to fully show you…But now he had forever to try. Once he pulled away you couldn't help but laugh.

"Is that a yes?" You asked

"Sì, yes just name when and where and we'll make it happen" he smiled.

"As long as it's your blood I'm drinking, no offense to David but I really don't want him as my sire" you laughed

"No way in hell, you're all mine" he spoke while wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his lap.

"Sorry if my Italian wasn't that good.. I'm still learning" you spoke after a moment, earning a groan from him as he pressed his forehead against your chest, holding you tightly. God if you only knew what you did to him.

"Amore, it was perfect"

"Really?" 

"Really, and I will admit…I wasn't expecting it" 

"I wanted to surprise you"

"Was all of it true?" He asked, and you knew that deep down Marko struggled to believe it.

"Every word" you told him

"non c'è nessun altro neanche per me, sei tu amore mio, solo tu (there's no one else for me either, it's you my love, only you)" he spoke, looking at you like you hung the stars.

"Ti amo Marko (I love you Marko)" you breathed.

"Ti amo y/n (I love you y/n)" he whispered before leaning in to capture your lips, his hand cradling your cheek while his other wrapped around your waist. The two of you losing yourself in one another under the night sky. 

"So what other Valentine's traditions do they have in Italy?" You asked after a while as you now laid against Marko, your head resting on his chest.

"Well…there are a few things?" He spoke, a grin that could rival the Cheshire cat making its way across his lips.

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"Come on" he laughed, pulling you along.

"Is this legal? You know what, don't answer that" you laughed.

"Wise choice" he replied as the two of you made your way to the chain fence at the boardwalk. Once stopped, you tried to once again fix your clothes.

"Having some problems amore" he smirked when you shot him a glare that held absolutely no anger.

"Oh no just my boyfriend messing up my clothes to the point I can't get them right again" 

"Mmmm they looked a lot better on the ground" 

"Marko!"

"Just the truth babe" he chuckled while watching you, and watching the earring that swung from your ear as you moved, the earring that matched his. 

"Come on, we do it together" he smiled

"I like the sounds of that" you smiled back.

🦇🦇🦇🦇

The guard would never find out who put the padlock on the fence, or who crudely carved M x F/I into it, though it looked like it was clawed in and that weirded him out to the point of simply leaving it, after all, he didn't have the keys, nor would he ever find the ones that had been tossed into the ocean once the lock was clicked shut.

I hope everyone enjoyed it! Also this is the bell and it can be found on Etsy

#the lost boys #tlb #the lost boys 1987 #tlb 1987 #marko tlb #marko the lost boys #the lost boys marko #marko x reader #marko #marko x female reader #tlb marko x reader #tlb marko #marko tlb x reader #vampire x reader #vampires #alex winter

[silverbladexyz]

Helloo! It is i, the same anon who requested the night and morning routines with the hunting dogs, and first of all i just wanted to say that i really love your writing and how detailed it is!! Everytime i read one of your fics i am literally so amazed at how you write the characters, no matter who it is. So when i saw that you’re requests were open i got so happy, and this time i would like to ask for the hunting dogs (YES THEM AGAIN, I JUST LOVE THEM SO MUCH) and how they would spend the holidays with their s/o, how they would prepare for christmas, etc. (and of course just platonic with Teruko, like a best friend reader. And also no Fukuchi lol) And once again, feel free to remove whoever you want to because i completely understand if this is too much. Anyways, i hope you have a great day/night!!

-🕯

Omg helloooo anon!!! Welcome back!! Thank you, I'm honoured to know that you like my writing >.< and I love the Hunting Dogs too, so of course I'll write for them :)

The images do not belong to me. They belong to their original owners.

TW: Slight mentions of death

Hunting Dogs spending holidays with their S/O (best friend for Teruko)

Tecchou:

-I feel like the Hunting Dogs don’t get a lot of holidays, however, for the sake of this post let’s say that they do ^-^

-Tecchou wouldn’t really mind spending the holidays in any way really, as long as he gets to spend time with you. You could literally drag him out to do a day-long hike or go shopping at the mall until it was 11PM and he would not complain. In fact, he likes it and always looks forward to going out to a new place everyday

-However, he also wouldn’t mind just spending time at home with you. Do some fun couples activities together! Like baking, playing video games, couples yoga, reading books, working out, anything really! Although please keep an eye on Tecchou when he bakes, because not only might he add some sus stuff into the mixture, he might set the house on fire

-Would probably wake up early just to exercise. I’m so sorry if you’re not a morning person, because Tecchou would drag you to exercise with him everyday at 7AM in the morning, even when it was the holidays. But sometimes, he also likes a good sleep in that includes a long cuddling session

-Holidays with him are either chill or quite adventure-filled. There is never a dull moment that goes by

-Now I feel like Tecchou doesn’t really celebrate Christmas; at the most he’ll bid everyone a ‘Merry Christmas’ and accept gifts from people. But he is more than happy to decorate a Christmas tree with you and just spend a great Christmas with you in general

-Oh but please tell Tecchou that the pine trees that are put up for Christmas are normally fake and could be bought in stores... because Tecchou is going to actually drag a pine tree all the way home to use as decoration. Yes, you heard me. A literal. Pine. Tree

-Even though it’s sweet that the thought’s there, I’m pretty sure that you wouldn’t want to be sharing your home with tons of bugs and whatever else lives in pine trees, am I right? Not to mention it probably is illegal to do that

-But other than that, Tecchou is absolutely down to celebrating Christmas the way you celebrate it. He’d help decorate the house, put Christmas lights everywhere, even put on some Christmas songs. Even when his taste in food is questionable, his taste in decoration is impeccable. Because all he wants for Christmas is to have a good time with you :)))

-Buy presents for him!!! He would be a bit clueless on why people give presents on Christmas, but he’ll catch on quickly, and even buy presents for you!! But beware, he’ll buy you a lot of presents, and they are the most random presents you have ever seen. Please educate him on this whole Christmas-gifts thing, because he’s trying :(

-Teach him everything about Christmas, because he would love to learn about it. Tecchou might even dress up as Santa Claus and volunteer at the local mall to talk to the kids, and he answers questions so seriously that the kids are lowkey scared of him lol. Please teach him before Jouno murders him

-Christmas nights are normally spent cuddling in front of the fireplace. It’s dark, the candles give a cosy atmosphere, and cuddling with Tecchou is the absolute best thing to do 💗

Jouno:

-Jouno isn’t really fussed on how he spends the holidays; so long as he isn’t exhausted by the end of the day or has to go to really loud places, then he’s perfectly fine with anything

-He strikes me more of the type to stay at home with you and spend quality time with you. You’ll find that cuddling sessions have increased by at least two times, and the amount of kisses too

-Slow dancing with him in the kitchen at nighttime!!! Even though Jouno’s blind, his other sharp senses and great reflexes make him a really good slow dancer. If you don’t know anything about slow dancing, he will teach you, but beware he might tease you a bit for how cute you looked as you were struggling to learn it. Step on his feet please

-Now that it’s the holidays, Jouno definitely is going to sleep in with you. If you wake him up early to work out with him, he’s going to be a bit annoyed, but he won’t object to working out with you. It might help him be stronger than Tecchou, afterall

-If you wanted to go out somewhere to spend time with him, Jouno doesn’t mind, as long as his senses don’t get overwhelmed. But he would prefer taking nice, long walks in the evening where the sunset is beautiful and there is just the two of you on the stroll

-In the rare moments, he might even link his fingers with yours. Hold his hand back and stroke it! It might catch him by surprise at first, but if you’re observant, you might just notice his thumb lightly stroking the back of your hand. It’s very soft though... so pay extra attention

-Honestly just wants to spend his holidays by being with you as much as he can. I feel like his love language is mostly quality time, so Jouno is going to spend as much time as possible with you

-Now for celebrating Christmas... Jouno isn’t really the type to celebrate Christmas. However, convince him and he will eventually join in with your Christmas celebration. He wouldn’t want the house to be decorated too much though, because he just doesn’t want to spend a lot of time packing them up :/

-But he will go gift shopping with you! I headcanon that Jouno has great tastes when it comes to presents, it’s just that sometimes he’s a troll and gets you something to tease you. However he will be serious and buy you some extra nice gifts for Christmas

-I feel like Jouno would be a bit more romantic on Christmas. Playful kisses, fleeting touches, and just being more romantic in general. If you tease him for being all lovey-dovey and soft, he’s going to tease you extra hard 10x back

-Would definitely whisper to you a merry Christmas on Christmas Eve, probably accompanied by a kiss

Tachihara:

-Tachihara definitely wants to get out of the house and spend the holidays with you

-I feel like he’s more of the hiking and beach type, but if you wanted to go shopping with him he’d gladly accompany you. Just please don’t buy too much stuff because he’s going to trip and fall while carrying them

-Sleeping in and cuddles is a must. Now that Tachihara has more time to spend with you, he’s not losing a second of it, so expect lots and lotsss of affection. He won’t do it every single second, but when he does, you’ll be covered in hugs and kisses

-Also loves taking walks with you. He would take you to actual 5km walks where the scenery is beautiful, and you wouldn’t feel so tired because Tachihara would keep you company. But if you were absolutely exhausted, Tachihara will definitely give you a piggyback ride, maybe even carry you bridal style when nobody’s around xD

-Video games and movie nights!!! I headcanon that Tachihara loves playing Mario-Kart and Fortnite, as well as anything you play. Most of the time you two end up trolling little kids on Roblox, and it’s mighty fun. Even then, it’s very amusing watching Tachihara play, because he always manages to make the gameplay interesting

-Now for Christmas... Tachihara secretly wants to celebrate Christmas with you so bad, because when he was younger his family unfortunately did not celebrate it with him. So go all out and celebrate Christmas in the most fun way possible! Buy heaps of gifts, decorate the entire house with Christmas lights, hang up Christmas stockings, just do everything with him! He’ll love it, and he’ll also fall in love with you more

-Definitely lights up a fire in the fireplace and watches good Christmas movies with you, alongside a nice hot cup of cocoa or hot chocolate. Also cuddles with you wrapped in blankets on the couch, and it’s just really nice and cosy

-Also sings a lot of Christmas karaoke with you. I feel like he would be great at singing if he removed the roughness in his voice. I headcanon he likes singing ‘All I Want For Christmas Is You’, because it’s such a nostalgic song

-Christmas is his favourite celebration now, because he can spend it with you 💗

Teruko:

-Having Teruko as a best friend means that she’s dragging you to a lot of places to hang out in the holidays

-Most of the time she would go shopping or swimming at the beach. Teruko would definitely swim out to the farthest distance she could, and she will throw a tantrum if people tell her that she couldn’t. If you tell her that the sea could easily sweep her away or if there’s dangerous marine life out there, it just makes her more adamant to swim out. She’ll even wrestle a shark if that meant she could swim as far as she wanted lmao Teruko please don’t

-Teruko is going to buy whatever is on discount. And when I say whatever, I mean whatever. Mostly she’ll buy stuff that she thinks Fukuchi likes, but she’ll also be happy to buy stuff that you like too! Teruko will mostly judge stuff and be picky, but the stuff that she thinks are good are actually the best quality. So always trust Teruko’s gut on which items are good or not

-Working out in the gym together! Don’t underestimate Teruko’s small stature, because she can just use her ability and suddenly turn into a very strong woman. She might even have competitions with you to see who can lift the heaviest weights and who could run the fastest on the treadmill she always wins lmao

-But sometimes even extraverts need to recharge. On those times Teruko is just perfectly happy to chill with you, talking about whatever comes to mind. Or you two would watch a tv show or a movie, sometimes judging the film if it was bad

-Also don’t be surprised if Teruko rocks up to your house and announces that she’s booked a trip to a nearby island for a day. She loves planning surprises, and frankly speaking those islands that she drags you to are pretty nice, with lots of activities to do on them. And she will cover the cost, but it would be nice if you treated her to some food and stuff (dw being a Hunting Dog means you’re rich)

-Amusement parks!!! Teruko loves going on rides, especially the ones that are super tall and big and with a lot of twists and turns. But prepare yourself for a lot of her tantrums, because she’s always too short for the ride lol. Teruko ends up using her ability in the end, but she is very vocal at expressing her annoyance

-And just because it’s the holidays, doesn’t mean that she’ll stop asking for piggyback rides. In fact, her requests for piggyback rides will double. Teruko won’t force you to give her a piggyback ride if you were really tired, but be prepared to give her a lot of piggyback rides the next day

-Now onto Christmas! Teruko would love celebrating Christmas with you, and she normally would go to a restaurant with you to have a Christmas dinner. She might even invite Fukuchi and the rest of the Hunting Dogs, and by the end of it Fukuchi is so drunk, Tecchou mixes a lot of suspicious food combinations, Jouno is ready to murder everyone, Tachihara is close to crying, and Teruko is also drinking with Fukuchi. Good luck dealing with them, but don’t worry because Jouno and Tachihara are surprisingly good at dealing with these stuff

-Teruko definitely invites you over to her house on Christmas. She sets up a pine tree, decorates it nicely, hangs flashy Christmas lights and stockings everywhere, basically just going all out with decorations. If you pay close attention, you might even catch her singing some Christmas songs when she thinks she is alone. Don’t tell her you saw though, because Teruko will threaten to punch you

-You two would also spend Christmas singing Christmas songs and watching Christmas movies. Teruko is definitely in a much more energetic mood, and she will be wishing everybody a ‘Merry Christmas’ before you two go to sleep (Jouno was so confused lmao)

@pixyys @pianotross @yuugen-benni @the-mourning-stars @xxelfmamaxx @nekokinax @catzlivedforbsd @i-just-like-goats

#bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #hunting dogs x reader #tecchou x reader #jouno x reader #tachihara x reader #teruko x reader #🕯 anon #silverbladexyz

[hlficlibrary]

hello, do you know fics where they start dating because of a bet or one of them makes a bet to sleep with the other one

Hi, anon! I do know of some...the first is an obvious one, but I'll list a few more as well...

Soft Hands, Fast Feet, Can't Lose by dolce_piccante / @haydolce

American Uni AU. Harry Styles is a frat boy football star from the wealthy Styles Family athletic dynasty. A celebrity among football fans, he knows how to play, he knows how to party, and he knows how to fuck (all of which is well known among his legion of admirers).

Louis Tomlinson is a student and an athlete, but his similarities to Harry end there. Intelligent, focused, independent, and completely uninterested in Harry’s charms, Louis is an anomaly in a world ruled by football.

A bet about the pair, who might be more similar than they originally thought, brings them together. Shakespeare, ballet, Disney, football, library chats, running, accidental spooning, Daredevil and Domino’s Pizza all blend into one big friendship Frappucino, but who will win in the end?

More than a bet by larrysbitchx

“I bet you my signed Manchester United jersey, and drinks on me for the rest of the year if you can make him fall in love with you and then dump his arse in a week” Stan said, smirking afterwards and quirking an eyebrow at Louis who was sitting there feeling himself shift in his seat.

Or the one where Louis makes a bet to date the art freak, Harry Styles, for a week and dump him. But what happens when he ends up falling hard for him?

Milkshake by Speechless / @smokingluckiesalltheway

He's been saying it for years. He doesn't care that it makes Liam roll his eyes and Zayn sigh and Niall crack up. Lots of things he does get that kind of reaction from the boys anyway. Louis won't stop saying it, 'cause it's true. His milkshake does bring all the boys to the yard. It's a fact.

So the day he decides to get into Harry Styles' pants he says it again, when all three of his roommates are there to witness it. "I'll fuck him by the end of the month. You'll see."

my kingdom for a kiss (tonight you're on my mind) by @leighbot

“Oh fuck, I’m going to have to tell my mum,” Louis says, closing his eyes.

The silence stretches between them for a long moment until Harry starts breathing heavily. “I’m going to have to tell the Queen,” he says, “and my mum.”

Or, the one where Zayn and Louis make a friendly wager and it goes too far, Harry's a baker with a heart of gold and really great hair, Liam is an overworked PA who just wants to enjoy his holiday and Niall is completely at ease, as always. An accidentally married AU mixed with a splash of modern royalty.

#ask #anon #ficrec #minificrecs #bet #wager #leighbot #dolcepiccante #speechless #larrysbitchx

[the-trinket-witch]

Let's go fly a kite during the:

It’s August! So that means school’s about to begin again in Night Raven College. But August seems to be a month of birthdays, between Ortho, Riddle, as well as one Albert Eastwind. But there’s word of an event off-campus many are going to before classes come back in session.

Altus is an island city just off the coast of the Shaftlands, but is considered a territory of the Queendom of Roses. Its location and geography make it a breezy place, perfect for steampunk-esque airships and the like. In fact the whole city seems rather Steampunkish. It’s one weekend in the middle of August, that’s almost like clockwork with how predictable the wind blows. Such a westwardly breeze is the perfect weather for Altus’s ‘Airborne Afternoon’. The weekend is quite the jolly holiday, celebrating the city’s pivotal contributions to all things that take flight. Kites soar in craftsmanship showcases and heated dogfights. Tricked out airships, balloons and other vehicles dot the upper atmosphere like daylight stars.

Albert has talked it up the whole year, and had somehow convinced Azul, Jade and Floyd to come along. Jade had been curious about Albert’s hometown and what the hiking was going to be like; apparently the tallest hill on the isle was the epicenter of the festivities. Azul claims that winning even just one competition might get his name in some of the locals’ mouths, maybe drum up a bit of prospective business down the line. Floyd…Floyd heard about some Kite fighting and wanted to smear the competition.

Locals as well have a more eccentric ‘competition’. Every year, a member of the community gets voted as someone who ‘Just Needs a Good Laugh’. Usually, it’s the crotchetiest of the crowd, the biggest Grump in town. With a measured tether tied to their waist, they down a potion of levitation. The catch: the potion only works when the person laughs. The competition is basically a ‘Speed Comedy’ act. The tether the ‘judge’ wears is the quantifying measurement for how good the acts are; the routine that brings the judge to the heights of laughter wins.

Anyone is welcome to join in! Maybe bring a friend or partner? What does your kite look like? Will it take to the skies for combat? Want to check out all the tricked out flying machines? Have a hilarious sketch routine or joke you want to try out? Rather not compete? There’s plenty of hillside to have a viewing picnic or peruse the stalls lining up the hill.

This is going to be NOT an AU thing, but a regular ‘canon’ event, but the town has steampunk flavoring so ppl can dress up if they want.

(RULES FOR ASKS)

-Can not be on anon, sorry.

-Use #TwstAirborneAfternoonEvent if you wanna make something on your own

-One (1) OC per ask, with at most a plus-one. Let me know what your character plans to do in Altus! Are they putting on something sort of steampunk to blend in or just something casual? Are they bringing a kite? Lemme see!

-Please link a reference to your OC so I can write and/or doodle something accurately!

-I’ll either be writing a drabble of varying length for each ask, OR making a doodle of the scenario (at my personal discretion)

-This event runs from Tue, Aug 1st to Fri. Aug 18. Submissions sent after the 18th will regrettably not be considered.

-If you wanna write or draw something yourself-Tag me if ya can! I wanna see and show other folks too!

Albert SSR Voicelines:

Summon: No need for anything fancy, just some paper and string.

Groovy: If you'd like, I can take you flying sometime.

Set home: Give me a moment, please, to ‘reel’ myself in.

Home Idle 1: I don’t normally dress up this much, but it’s a special occasion

2: Altus has this event each year. The competitions can get pretty heated sometimes!

3: My cousin claims he could win the Joke Contest, if he could only get through his routine without being close to tears laughing, himself.

Home login: Today’s a rather nice day to go kite flying.

Tap 1: Was there anywhere you wanted to go? A stall or sight?

2: It’s nice to be back home, it’s been so long I may have to dust a bit~

3: The kite dogfights can get quite heated, sometimes you have to wonder which end of the string to watch more.

4: Theres free admission in the city museum; it's inside that decommissioned dirigible, the N.A.S Admiral. We call it 'Old Admiral Boom'

5: Afterwards, do you want to grab any of the meat pies Altus is famous for?

#TwstAirborneAfternoonEvent #twst fanevent #twisted wonderland #twst oc #oc ask meme

[anamericangirl]

Christmas anon. I understand that my message has made me seem as a conspiracy nut by some but I just want to clarify that I didn’t mean to cause an argument. I still stand by what I said that Christmas is pagan and has nothing to do with Jesus nor his summer or early fall birth. But nonetheless I apologize seeing as my response came off as rude to some. I don’t follow any churches, only the Bible, so I don’t care for other churches own opinions on what “Santa” means. This world is a spiritual battle and I don’t believe in coincidences. But I understand that we won’t all agree on certain aspects of christianity and humbly apologize.

You don’t have to apologize you are free to share whatever thoughts and opinions you have on the matter even if others don’t agree.

If you don’t feel comfortable with the idea of Christmas or some of the traditions that are used then you’re not obligated to celebrate it.

The only thing I would really do is encourage you to look a little deeper into the history of how the traditions and holiday came about because the fact is it’s not pagan and Santa is based on st Nicholas. That’s not a church opinion that’s just a historical fact.

We don’t know when Jesus was born because the Bible doesn’t say, but most scholars have estimated it was mid winter or early fall from contextual clues in the Bible.

But like I said you don’t have to partake in Christmas celebrations if you feel like it’s wrong to do so. I’m just interested in the truth and the truth is there are a lot of misleading narratives out there about the origins of Christmas and it’s important to know what they are.

I just want to provide another perspective for you to consider and let you know that historically speaking, it’s really not a pagan holiday and there isn’t anything satanic about it.

But of course you just need to do what you are comfortable with and what you feel is right.

#anon #answered

[ravixen]

seungcheol ; make or break

➔ synopsis: You barely remember the last time you celebrated Valentine’s Day with someone other than your moms. In fact, if it wasn’t for your students’ excited countdown, you’re sure that you would’ve ignored the romantic atmosphere just like every other year. But as they like to remind you, you can’t forget this time—you have someone to celebrate with, after all. (kindergarten teacher!au).

➔ warnings: a passed relative, cemetery mention || genre(s): fluff, romance, slice of life ➔ 3574 words || scenario || kindergartenteacher!au

➔ notes: i always have strong starts and then lose steam by the middle, and it's so obvious 😭 regardless, i hope you like this one. highly suggest reading kindergarten teacher!seungcheol part 1 and part 2 (2021) first. side note, i use kindercare for this au because it's a mash-up between kindergarten and daycare. i guess nursery school!au would be a better name because apparently kindercare is an american company. this is dedicated to that anon who talked about seungcheol meeting y/n's parents like two years ago, though i can't find the reply anymore.

There’s a palpable excitement in the room as you unstick the velcro name tags and shift everyone forward one space. The Monday morning ritual is arguably their favorite part of class, perhaps second only to recess, and you’re sure it must’ve been yours, too, at some point in your childhood. Once the last name is smoothed into place, you turn to the class.

“Alright, so Haeni is this week’s line leader, Jumin is our caboose, Hongseok is our supply manager…” You rattle off the names of the light inspector, messenger, door holder, trash collector, and librarian as quickly as you can. You learned long ago that if you stop and wait for them to cheer for every person, this five-minute routine would quickly eat up ten minutes of morning meeting time. Time you don’t have, unless you want to cut into nap time and it’s an unspoken rule to never cut into nap time. “And lastly, our reader of the day!”

“Me! It’s me!” Juhyun screeches, launching out of her seat to grab the pointing stick.

It’s the only time your Walking feet rule is allowed to be forgotten, but once she gets to the front, she shifts her stance, suddenly shy under the class’s attention. You lead her through the morning message, board full of sight words that she stumbles over, and then you pull out the calendar poster. February, it reads across the top, printed with hearts and Cupids in case anyone forgot which commercial holiday rules over the month.

“Today is…Monday, February 13,” Juhyun recites nervously, tapping each part with the stick. “Yesterday was Sunday, February 12. Tomorrow is Wednesday—”

“No, tomorrow is Tuesday!” Someone from the back row pipes up and gasps as if surprised at himself for yelling out.

“I was going to say that! Tomorrow is Tuesday, February 14. And it’s our Valentine’s Day party!”

You laugh as the children cheer. “Yes, yes,” you say, a finger to your lips until they settle down. You take back the stick and outline a giant circle around the number 14. “So you all keep reminding me. If you forget what to bring tomorrow, take a look at the sign-up sheet before you leave today.”

An arm pops up from another corner of the room. “Teacher Y/N, I have a question!” She waves, just barely sitting on the ground.

“Yes, Haeni, I see your quiet hand. What’s your question?”

“Are you and Teacher Seungcheol going on a date tomorrow?”

The class oohs and squeals at Haeni’s brave question, hiding giggles behind their hands, and you bite back an affectionate smile. They’ve always been invested in your love life, but ever since that joint birthday party, the twins have crowned themselves the catalyst that got their beloved teachers together and take every opportunity to remind their friends.

“We haven’t talked about it yet,” you admit. “If we need any brilliant ideas, I’ll ask all of you, but enough cupid talk for now—our new librarian needs to come up and choose a book for today’s reading.”

. . .

Seungcheol’s rug is comfier than yours, you realize as you stare at his ceiling. He has more beanbag chairs, too. You stretch out a foot and tap one of them. No wonder Haeni always stares enviously whenever her sister walks into this classroom.

A shadow blocks the overhead fluorescent light, and you squint to see his face. “You know there’s dirt and germs all over the ground,” he says, amused. “I vacuumed right before you came, but it’s still gross.”

“S’ok, it’ll build up my immune system. I get sick more often than the students, and half of them eat snacks on the playground with dirt on their fingers. Maybe they’re onto something.”

He laughs, walking past you to pin his students’ drawings on the wall. He’s using the succulent- and flower-themed thumbtacks you got him the other day. The best dollar store find yet. You’re waiting to see if they’ll release other designs. “Should I get you a dirt pudding cup with actual dirt tomorrow, then?”

And there’s the topic of the day. You roll onto your stomach, propping your chin on steepled hands as you watch his side profile. He’s wearing glasses again today, thin frames balanced low on his nose. They’re one of your favorite pairs, and you remind him of it every time. Maybe that’s why you see it so often.

“What are we doing tomorrow?” Somehow the words Valentine’s Day feel foreign in your mouth, so you swallow them back. “I would’ve forgotten to ask you if Haeni didn’t mention it today.”

“So did Haemin. Must’ve been a coordinated effort.” He pauses, putting up a few more drawings before responding, voice soft, “We don’t have to do anything special if that’s not your style. It’s only been a month, after all; I don’t want to pressure you into anything you’re uncomfortable with.”

He looks over and sends you a smile that’s equal parts sincere and nervous, waiting for your reaction. When you smile back, he returns to his work.

“It’s not like it’s not my style.”

“M-hm?”

“It’s just been a long time since I actually celebrated Valentine’s Day with a date. I usually just get dinner with my mom.”

“Oh, if that’s your tradition, then don’t worry about it. We can hang out another time, and you don’t have to get me anything. I’d still like to bring you a present, though. Is that okay?”

You trace the dotted lines on his street-themed rug, your finger running between a few trucks and cars. Like he said, it’s only been a month since the twins’ birthday—and when he asked you out after school—but something about Seungcheol makes you feel like he’d treat your heart like glass. It’s in the way he hands you a warm drink every morning as you wait for morning recess to end. The way he taps your shoulder in the hallway to flip the tag back into your top, leaving with a brief squeeze of your hand. The way he rearranges your classroom after you had a long day of sick kids and cranky attitudes, quietly and without complaint. The way he looks at you now, again, waiting for your confirmation like your opinion matters to him more than anything else.

And maybe it does.

“Actually, are you free tomorrow evening?” you blurt out.

“I think so, why?”

“Do you…actually want to come spend time with me and my mom? I want to celebrate with you, but I can’t bail on her. You don’t have to say yes; I just thought it’d be a nice opportunity to introduce you and all.”

He tries to tamper down his response, but you’re struck by how child-like he is. Like your students this morning, his excitement thrums beneath his skin, and he bounces on the balls of his feet as he nods a touch too enthusiastically. His I’d love to is a breath of air that rushes into and fills your lungs.

You push to your feet and grab your keys. “I’ll go warm up the car. You can lock up and come out when you’re ready.”

. . .

Before Seungcheol, it was you and your mom against the world—or so you liked to say, huddled up next to each other as you waited for the car to fight the February chill and heat up. For the last few years, the tradition has shifted. What started as a visit to the cemetery became a visit and lunch between your classes. Then a visit and dinner once you found a job. Then a visit and spending all day together once you lost that job. This year, with the nursery school position taking up your mornings and early afternoons, you and your mom settled back into a visit and dinner. With a new guest, it seems.

“Are you sure he’s alright with that? He could be saying it to just be nice. Why don’t you two kids spend time together, hm? I can go on my own.” Her voice crackles over your car’s speakers.

“No,” you say, elbowing the just-entered Seungcheol to be quiet. He grins at you with clasped hands, a silent apology. You’re tempted to make him wait outside until you’re done with the conversation. “He’d like to be there, and I want him there, too, to be honest. Do you mind?”

"Of course I don't! The more, the merrier. I was going to call up our favorite place tonight to make reservations, but we can just get take-out and have a nice dinner at home. I can finally show off my new dinner plates to someone." There's a sudden shuffling on her end. "Oh God, wait, why did you tell me now? I don't know if I have anything nice to wear! Okay, bye, I have to go looking. Love you, see you tomorrow."

You laugh. "Okay, mom, bye."

The car beeps once she hangs up, and Seungcheol finally releases the satisfied hum that he's been holding in his chest.

"You two sound close."

"We are."

"How long have you been spending Valentine's together?"

"Buckle up, passenger princess. Then I'll answer your questions."

He does as told while you pull out of the parking space and lot. The school is in a nice neighborhood, but it seems like the trade-off is having curved streets that make you feel like a rat in a maze.

"We've been doing this for as early as I can remember. Some years, Mom and Mama went for dinner alone, and I had a babysitter for a few hours, but for Mama, Valentine's Day wasn't that special. She loved my mom every day of the year, so eventually they started taking me out to dinner with them. It's a day of love, after all, and they loved me a lot."

Once you turn onto the main road, Seungcheol lays his hand palm-up on his knee and you reach across the console to thread your fingers with his. It's just a straight path from here to the exit you both take, and you settle into your seat, glad that school ends just before the afternoon traffic gets bad.

"And then Mama passed away while I was in high school. She was on her way to order some flowers for Valentine's Day—she liked to get her order in early to avoid the last minute rush." You laugh. "You can see who I take after. We didn't celebrate that year, obviously. It was way too soon. We picked it up again the year after, though, just me and Mom. We'd visit Mama and then spend time together."

He squeezes your fingers, and you squeeze back.

"Are you sure you're comfortable with me coming?"

"Yes, of course. That's why I asked."

You glance over at him. The glasses are away now, now longer blocking the long lashes that brush against his cheeks with every blink. His lips are set in a slight frown, his brows bunched in thought. Your boyfriend—the word still feels new to you—is unfairly handsome in his blue jeans and cable-knit sweater.

You take your hand back to change lanes. "Penny for your thoughts?"

He looks at you, and the lines fade away. His soft expression is even softer in the afternoon sun.

"Nothing much. I'm just thinking about what to bring for your mom tomorrow. Does she like certain flowers? Have a chocolate preference? Should I bring a dessert to share after dinner? I can steal Mingyu’s secret cookie recipe." He takes a deep breath, wiping his palms on his lap. "I mean, for you, I'll just scoop some dirt from the yard before coming to work—”

You snort, shoving his shoulder. "Shut up, I'll toss it right back out the window."

"—but for your moms, I want to make a good impression, y'know? Should I wear a suit? Would your mama be impressed?"

You press your lips together to avoid looking like a lovestruck fool on the highway. Some of your friends had wanted to test him, make sure that he's good enough for you, but as soon as you'd introduced him to the group, their eyes snapped to you. I've never seen someone more head over heels, they complained after your hang out. God, when is it my turn? But really, if they'd looked a little closer at your expression that evening, they would've caught you looking back at Seungcheol, just as enamored.

"I'm sure they'll appreciate the effort," you say. “Regardless of what you do. The fact that you’re coming at all means a lot.”

By the time you pull into his driveway and wave to Mingyu taking out the trash, he's already memorized basic facts about your mom and promised to not screw up tomorrow.

"You'll be fine," you assure Seungcheol as he comes around to your side of the car.

He leans through the open window to press a kiss to your cheek. "I hope so. Don't want to scare them so early in our relationship. I’ll see you in the morning?”

As he disappears into the door Mingyu left unlocked, you hope he doesn't feel like a nervous wreck.

. . .

Seungcheol feels like a nervous wreck.

He knows that he's bothering Joshua, who's only trying to make tonight's dinner, but in his defense, he's sitting on the kitchen counter and fairly out of the way, so he's not that much of a distraction—other than the part where he’s having a dramatic meltdown.

"You're blowing this way out of proportion," Joshua says, sleeves rolled up to his elbows to pat the chicken dry. One pot chicken stew again. It’s his third time making it since finding the easy recipe, but it’s good, so Seungcheol can’t complain. "It's not a big deal."

"It's not a big deal? Josh, I'm literally spending Valentine's Day with them and their mom. Their moms, really. They trust me enough to meet their mama, too. Isn't this huge?"

"Okay, yeah, it is pretty huge," Joshua admits with a shrug. "I was trying to convince you that it wasn't so you'd calm down, but you're literally meeting their family a month in. Congrats, man."

"Thanks, but I need more than congrats." Seungcheol leans to the side as Joshua reaches around him for a knife. "I need…I don't know, a vision. A step-by-step, fool-proof plan to make sure I don't make myself look like an idiot at their mom's dining table. Or anywhere in the house, really. I need a miracle. What if they decide to break up with me?"

He groans into his hands. Joshua continues cutting carrots into uniform slices. Does he not sense the distress?

"They're not going to break up with you."

"You don't know that.”

"I'm going to kick you out of the kitchen and make you talk to Soonyoung."

"He's going to get nervous for me and make it worse," Seungcheol whines, and Joshua rolls his eyes. "I made the mistake of talking to him last time I was about to meet my partner's family."

"You also made the mistake of bringing him as a plus one to their get together," Joshua points out.

"In my defense, he enlisted Jeonghan to convince me, and Jeonghan's really good at talking."

Joshua tsks. "And watching the world burn while he stands next to a gas can and lighter. You should know that by now." He finally puts the knife down and turns to Seungcheol with his arms crossed. "Okay, fine. What's the schedule tomorrow?"

"Right after school ends, we're going to hit the road and take a break halfway. It's like an hour-long drive to the cemetery? Not bad, so we’ll pick up some flowers on the way. I'm meeting their mom and mama there, and then we're going to their mom's house for dinner."

“Not even a buffer activity, huh? What about bringing a board game or cards?”

“That’s a good idea. Y/N said they used to watch movies together, so we might do that, too.”

Wait.

“We have a day off on Wednesday. You don’t think we’ll stay the night, right?” Because one evening he can deal with—he can look put together for a few hours—but his morning self? His bedhead alone could scare off the weak-hearted. What’s the protocol for that, anyway? Would he share a room with you, or would it be more appropriate to take the couch? Why didn’t he think to ask you all this before?

Joshua claps him on the shoulder. “Focus, man. It’s definitely possible, so I’d say prepare a bag and keep it in your car just in case. You’re over-thinking it right now, but based on how you described the phone call, their mom is probably nervous, too. She was looking for a good outfit, right?”

Seungcheol takes a deep breath. That’s true, your mom seemed just as frantic to impress, though her panic was cut short by the phone call.

“And in the midst of this, I bet Y/N’s even more nervous than both of you combined. If this meeting goes to flames, they’ll have to clean up the aftermath on both sides. They wouldn’t have taken the risk if they didn’t think it was worth it, so trust them and help them make it work.”

That’s true, too. His friends are good at this sort of thing, and he’s glad that it didn’t take too much arm twisting to get valuable advice.

“Whew. Alright, I think I got this. Thanks, Josh, I should get—”

The hand on his shoulder tightens, pinning him on the counter. Joshua’s smile barely conceals the hint of mischief. “Where are you heading? You have to pay the price and help me now. Get chopping, lover boy.”

. . .

You offered to drive since Seungcheol picked you up and took you to work, but he gently refused. You thought that he was being chivalrous, but he admitted that he was just trying to push down his anxiety by keeping his hands and mind busy.

“I don’t know how far I’ll spiral if given the chance,” he told you as he claimed the driver’s seat, and you did your best to play the role of the chatty passenger. Before you know it, he’s pulling into the cemetery and the nerves set in again.

You lean forward and point at a small navy car with faded stickers that you’d recognize anywhere. “That’s Mom’s. We can park right behind her.”

Parallel parking is the easy part—getting out of the actual car is harder. You manage a tense breath of a laugh at his tight grip on the steering wheel, though seeing your mom in the distance is making your heart constrict, too. Why are you getting nervous all of a sudden?

“You look good,” you insist, pinching his cheek. And he does, even after you managed to talk him out of the full suit. Warm and cozy—your mom gets to see him the way you do. “You’ll be fine. You’re both looking forward to meeting and impressing each other, so if it’s any comfort, she’ll be too busy worrying about her own actions to judge you for anything.”

He turns his head and kisses your hand. “Are you trying to convince me or yourself right now?” he teases, but from his lopsided smile, you know he’s as ready as he’ll ever be.

You grin. “Choi Seungcheol, you’re a charming guy. Be yourself.”

He insists on holding the two bouquets, yet another thing to keep his hands occupied, though they shake in his grip as you get closer. One of them is for your mom. She takes them with a pleased gasp. The other he carefully tucks into the vase beside your mama’s name, and when he straightens, you step to his side.

“Mom, this is Seungcheol, the guy I’m seeing. We work together.”

“Hi, I’m Y/N’s mom,” she says, holding out a hand for him to shake. He takes it in both of his own. “You can just call me mom, though—oh my, unless that’s too forward of me? Is it too soon?”

She glances at you, eyes wide in the same What do I do? panic that you saw on Seungcheol’s features earlier. You laugh. Yeah, things will be just fine.

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Just craving fluff and imagining College Au Shuggy celebrating the holidays by just doing very unchristmassy things together. They both seem like the type to like certain aspects of Christmas only to then be hit by waves of depression when the actual holiday arrives, so they just huddle under the covers together and watch Christmas classics such as “Die hard” or Gremlins together instead while eating Pizza and drinking eggnog till they can’t stand this stuff for another year. Buggy gives Shanks his gift at 2 am in the morning, an extremely ugly and old tacky sweater he found at a thrift shop a while ago. Shanks can immediately tell that it was cheap and Buggy most likely just went out and got him… SOMETHING, but also it’s hideous in a way he just adores and it has one of his favorite childhood cartoon characters on it and the fact alone Buggy went out and got him something is PERFECT and to Buggy’s horror that thing is gonna be his favorite sweater till the end of time. Buggy on the other hand suffers a mild mental breakdown and “Oh god I am the scum of the earth” reaction because Shanks actually went into a makeup store and got him an expensive eyeshadow Palette that Buggy has been eyeing for a while now. Kicker is Shanks didn’t even know that’s the Palette Buggy wanted, he legit just spent an hour in there with a picture of Buggy describing what Buggy looks for in makeup and what colors he likes and such and such and accidentally just landed on the correct one and rightfully deducted that he would probably like this one.

“WHY DID YOU GO AHEAD AND BUY ME THAT YOU HORRIBLE, UNFLASHY FANTASTIC BOYFRIEND?!” “I thought it would make you happy.” “IT WOULD IF I GOTTEN YOU ANYTHING GOOD AS WELL!! JUST A BED BATH AND BEYOND GIFTCARD WOULD HAVE BEEN WORSE!!” “Come on Buggy I love this thing-“ “THIS IS LIKE GIFT OF THE MAGI IF IT SUCKED EVEN MORE THAN IT ALREADY DOES!” “You could always kiss me to make up for it.” “I ALREADY DO THAT.” “Then let me kiss you… AND you’ll have to let me do it for the entire day without telling me I’m being sappy or disagreeing with me when I talk about how much I love you.” “…. Okay but you’re not allowed to say weird shit about my nose.” “…Can I kiss your nose?” “Ugh. I’ll allow it. But not in public!” “Deal. I won’t talk about how cute and kissable your nose is and I especially won’t talk about how cute and kissable it is in front of other people.” “YOU JUST- AUGH! You’re horrible! An absolutely awful boyfriend!” “Glad to have landed someone as amazing as you then.” “You-“ “Ah! We agreed on not disagreeing when I talk about how great you are!” “….fine.” “I love you... and I love how hard you blush when you can’t answer with a sassy comeback” “….mmmmnnnggghh!!! loveyoutoo.”

At first I was like "awww this is so adorable:')" but thwn I got to the dialogue part and went "ok, so we're assuming they're gonna get together, now are we ahahah"

I'm guessing you're the same anon who sent me a couple other college au asks - so first off: Thank you, you honestly keep me productive and remind me to finish this fic lol (since I named some of the others, maybe I can call you ogan - bc og anon or something idk, you can refuse or give me another nickname if you want...)

But also... have I given any indication that this will be a story with a happy end? Because, I've written ends with a doomed one sided love triangle, one of the main characters being hated by the love of their life and in a hospital, while the one the other was chasing rejected them indefinitely... it was my magnum opus for quite a while, so who's to say I'll give this one an ending like that?

I'm joking, I'm joking... or am I >;]]]

Anyway, I love the idea of them spending the holidays together! Buggy doesn't really have any close relatives to go to, all his friends went home, and thinks that Shanks is the same way, because why else would he stay behind with him?

Shanks is just so happy that he can finally be with his boyfriend. He makes hot cocoa (and it's horrible, but Buggy remakes it), he buys a cardboard cutout of a Christmas tree and they put stickers on it instead of decorations. At one point they start printing out memes and pictures of themselves and stick them on there as well. (Shanks secretly writes a wish, something cheesey like how he wants them to be like this for the rest of their lives, on the back of some of the photos)

In all reality, I believe that "Die Hard" and "Home Alone" (because these two franchises are basically the same, just one is kid coded lol) would be both Shanks and Buggy's favourites. I mean look at how they turned out ahahaha tho I must confess, I've never seen Gremlins, so I'll just trust you on that one':)

I also think thay Buggy would get horrible gifts very purposefully. Like he would look for hours to find the most raggedy and washed out looking sweater with the ugliest print of like... a green cow on red mars with a Christmas hat on both the cow and mars saying "moo-ry christmas" in comic sans or something horrifying like that. Like that one video of the guy who bought a card for the wrong occasion, for wrote a message to someone else and scratched out the name to look like it was a second hand card. I couldn't find the og video but I found this tiktok, hope it helps with the explanation.

In my mind Buggy thinks it's hilarious. Him and Shanks both love pranks and just jokes like this in general, so he would get it, right? Shanks liking it unironically wasn't in the plan. But then bad comes to worse and Shanks takes gift giving seriously - Buggy is caught off guard.

I love the image of Shanks standing in the cosmetics section of a big store that was one of the best according to google. He's just staring intensely, and color checking, and googling, and staring again - trying his best to remember everything Buggy had told him about make-up.

At some moment in the time he's searching, one of the workers there goes up to him to see if he needs help thinking "aw, poor lost man looking for something for his girlfriend, he looks like he needs help" and then Shanks shows her a picture of an honest to God clown going "I want the best for my boyfriend". And they have a little "This is your man?" "yeah" "Look at the picture" "that's mine :')" "and you're ok with this?" "imma stick beside him " moment. And then they just start looking together. Before they notice it's a whole horde of helpers and Shanks going all, "is that teal? I think he said he loves teal, but not one with glitter, wait, bring back the cherry red. Can you compare it to the sour cherry. Which one would match his lipstick best? This one's his favorite." and they're like a council, super invested at that point.

I also like to think that on new years eve, they're watching a marathon, and Buggy just falls asleep on Shanks's chest halfway through. He does that often and Shanks loves it. He doesn't even care that much that sometimes his make-up would be imprinted on his shirt .

Shanks showing love to Buggy's nose, despite his insecurities, makes me melt. (spoilers ig:) I was going to have a little dialogue/confrontation that portrayed that, but I was going to make it a "Shanks not caring about it and just acting like it's not there" thing, but him actually thinking it's cute and being all loving towards the one thing he's most insecure about is actually way better. I might utilize it later on lol :))

#shuggy #college au #shanks x buggy #buggy x shanks #answers #op

[slowlydifferentbluebird]

hi! can i request aespa members' reaction to your parents walking in on you making out 🫣

Aespa reaction: Reader's parents walking in while you two are making out

Requests are open

Hello Anon! Glad that you asked for this request. I was in the mood for a good reaction. Plus I didn't write for Aespa and I missed it. Enjoy!

Aespa member X GN!Reader

Karina

It was a snowy day in Seoul. Christmas was close. So what was better than spending time with your girlfriend? You and Karina were on the couch of the living room of your house, just cuddling under the blankets and watching some silly teen drama in TV. Maybe due the cold, maybe due the absence of your parents, Karina was more touchy than usual. So the things were escalating quickly: a caress, an hug, a kiss...you were making out so passionately that you were ready for the next step. Unfortunately you two were so busy being into each other, that you didn't hear the door of your house opening. "Ehm ehm...may we disturb?" your father asked with a raised eyebrow. You two jumped out of your seats, making your mother laughed. Karina was so embarassed, she wanted only to escape from that situation, but your mother was having too much fun: "Karina, darling, you're staying for dinner, aren't you?". And that's the story of how a make-out session became a family dinner.

Giselle

Weddings are so boring. They are all the same: the relatives, the priest, the feast that goes on for hours. Luckily this time the partners of the guests were invited too, so you bring Giselle with you. She was your salvation: she made you laugh during the celebration, she entertained you during the day and made you feel like you were the star of the day. Plus, she was stunning, like you couldn't take your eyes off her, every smile your heart skipped a beat. The alcohol wasn't helping either. You needed to kiss her sooner than you can, but you couldn't do in front of everyone. So you took her in a closet and you started making out like animals. In this heated session of kisses, suddendly the door opened. "Y/N, here you ar-OH MY GOD!" exclaimed your mother, closing again the door. When after ten minutes you two returned the table, you thought that your mother would be angry; instead she just said smiling: "In weddings we celebrate love, so don't worry...just hide better the next time".

Winter

Spending the winter with Winter, just the thought of it sounded great in your head. In fact for this Christmas holiday your parents organized a one-week-long vacation in Sweden. They booked a cozy cabin in the woods. You were glad that there were two bedrooms: one for your parents and one for you and Minjeong. One night, after having dinner in a city not too far from your accomodation, you and Winter went straight to your room, because you were very tired after the entire day on the snow. You two laid under the covers, but instead of sleeping, the physical contact turned you one. So imagine the face of your father when entering in the room to check if everything was ok, he found two making out. Actually he didn't say anything, he just walked away. The next day at breakfast he said: "Goodmorning, next time lock the door". That made Winter spit out all the milk she was drinking.

NingNing

Your exams were close. The pressure was a lot and all you can think was just studying. You were so busy that you didn't meet your girlfriend in a week. So, she decided to just drop at your house, because she missed you so bad. You mother walked her to your room and left Ning entering alone in the room. NingNing basically jumped on you, showering you with love and affection. After that you tried really hard to continue studying, but her presente was so tempting, so you just quit the booked and reached her on the bed. After few minutes, you two were recovering the time lost, with a hell of make-out session. You were starting to undress, when your mother entered in the room with two cups of tea. She was so surprised to see that scene for some reason, that she just dropped the two cups, brokening them. You and Ning then helped her cleaning. From that day, if Ning is at home, your mother always knock twice on the door.

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[redheadspark]

9 dialog and 8 action for Jack Russell?

A/N - I would love to write this for Jack, thanks for requesting this, anon!

Tasty

Summary - Jack loved dressing up for Halloween, and he was rather good at it too

Warnings - Just some fluff :)

“Jack this might be too much for the trick or treaters?”

“Why do you say that, Amor?”

“Well, the blood for one thing,”

Jack looked down at his costume, seeing what he was wearing and looking back at you with a raised brow.  You could only smile at the sight, the small sounds of the neighborhood kids right outside your window at your home were flooding your living room as the classic movie “Wolf Man” was playing in the background on the screen.  

“It looks really realistic, Jack,” You said to him, seeing him chuckle as he shrugged and readjusted the collar on his massive cape.

“It’s because it is,” He explained, “I should know since I’ve handled a few in my lifetime and in my line of work.”

You rolled your eyes as you pointed to the cape and the fake teeth in his mouth, “Vampire also wear capes?”

“Just the really old ones, they thought of it as traditional and very regal.  Especially the ones from Romania,” He informed in his matter-of-fact tone.

Jack loved Halloween, mostly because he was one of the monsters affiliated with the holiday.  It was such a shock for you to hear that he loved the holiday and didn’t mind they glorified monsters.  In fact, he would celebrate Halloween all day long if he could, and technically he did since he hunted monsters to make a living.  But still, that also came with him detailing all he knew about monsters.

“This isn’t accurate, Amor.  They don’t even eat like that in real life!”

“Honestly, if he was a real fairy, he would have ripped those limbs off instantly!”

“Zombies can go a bit faster, trust me.”

Now he was dressed up as a vampire, which seemed comical since he dealt with vampires the most in his hunting career and hated them all together.

“Should I be worried that you know how to replicate fake blood this well? I probably should be, right?” You asked, almost in a tease as Jack chuckled.  His Vampire attire is very accurate, according to him since he was portraying a vampire from the 18th century.  Not only did his costume look very precise, but so did the blood.  

His own creation no doubt.

Jack reached down to take a dollop of the fake blood that was on his cheek, smearing it on his finger before offering it to you with a smirk on his face.  You had to giggle, taking the dollop from his own finger to taste it.  You hummed, giving him a shocked look as he grinned.

“Had to make the stuff for years just to get the right monster into my trap,” he explained, “Mixture of jelly, and a hint of berries from my own stash in my workshop,”

“It’s good,” You complimented,  pausing as you said it as Jack laughed, “That sounded morbid.”

“No, it was perfect,” He replied, leaning over to peck you on the cheek as the doorbell rang.  You saw his face light up in excitement, rushing over to grab the trick-or-treat bowl prepped and ready by the hallway table.  

“Jack,” You said his name as he was about to open the door, “Remember, these are little kids.  Don’t try to scare them, okay?”

“What made you think I will?” He asked playfully as you gave him a knowing look.  He then opened the door, looking to see a handful of kids in their costumes with their bags out at the ready.  

“TRICK OR TREAT!” They said in unison, all of whom were looking at Jack with wide eyes and shocked faces.  You were wondering in the back of your mind if these kids were going to be scared of how Jack would appear to them.  Maybe they were going to scream and freak out, or run back to their parents who were waiting on the sidewalk.  Yet Jack still still, his smile on his face as a brave boy in an Astronaut costume spoke up with a big grin.   

“AWESOME!” He cheered.  And the rest of the night, your house became the big hit and Jack was a celebrity.  

The End

Halloween Prompt Session

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