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I’m an Omnisexual idiot and a Lunar witch with a
crazy amount of ADHD.
My main fandoms are Genshin, HTTYD, WOF,
MHA, Sk8, Fer.al, and a few others.
I love fantasy things, and I like making AI chats!
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name Vivid_Dreamscapes, or search
@magicaldeathspit!
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On hiatus due to lack of motivation and overwhelming school work 👍 (Hiatus on pause for now)
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Requests open! Seriously, I quite frequently have writers block so requests are extremely appreciated
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“It doesn’t matter how many lies you tell—it’s what you choose to tell the truth about in the end that counts.”
—Vivid_Dreamscapes (Aka me like, three seconds ago having a random wise moment)
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I really, really, REALLLLLYYY like comments. Just sayin. Just to throw that out there. In case anyone was wondering. Anyways.
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I almost always write gender neutral reader. Unless explicitly mentioned that reader is a certain gender, or requested that way, but be aware. Even in the period ones and stuff. There are people who were born biologically female who might not identify as female but still have periods. Therefore, I will write reader as gender neutral.
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I don’t write smut. I write mentions of sex and stuff, and limes (implied but always end before/Timeskip to after sex), but I just don’t feel comfortable writing it.
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"I got to be happy today!"
"You say that like it's a privilege."
"It kind of is."
"It shouldn't be."
-Vivid_Dreamscapes (having another wise moment)
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❤︎ SYNOPSIS: Katsuki Bakugō is the textbook definition of a brat. If only Eijirō could get him to shut up while he’s busy and trying to fuck you. read on ao3. 2.2k.
❤︎ CONTENT: kiribaku x reader, voyeurism, “bitch” (between them two, not aimed at you) overstimulation, degradation, vibrator, competition, brat taming, bottom!katsuki, y/n gets called ‘perv’ twice…18+, minors and ageless blogs DNI.
❤︎ XOXO, PUMA: y/n lowk takes a back seat on this one, and yk what, that’s my bad—
“AWH, YOU GON’A CUM, RED?”
Katsuki snickers. He lays on his side, hand keeping his head propped and purring like the Cheshire Cat. His hypothetical tail circles overhead, swishing with something satisfied any time Eijirō sounds particularly broken. His thumb swirls against the baby hairs that stick to your forehead with sweat, almost politely, and in an unnecessarily stark contrast to the way he’s treating his boyfriend of five years.
“Shut up,” Eijirō groans with knit eyebrows. He’s pissed because Katsuki is right—he’s always been a sucker for missionary, and with your leg on his shoulder, you fit him a little too well—he’s pissed because Katsuki can read him like a fucking book, and knows how close the redhead is based on the timbre of his voice.
Katsuki Bakugō, in fact, does not shut up.
“’S okay if she's too much for ya to handle,” Katsuki coos. Eijirō glares at him through shorter strands of hair, fucked loose from of his scrunchie with every other thrust.
You’re not, but the way your thighs wrap around his waist and your hands paw at his chest, you might be. But, no one needs to know that—least of all Katsuki Bakugō, who‘s now reclining like sheets like it’s a casual Thursday night. “Lemme know if ya need me to take over.”
Eijirō opts to ignore him instead.
“How’ya feeling, Pretty,” he pants, disregarding Katsuki’s pout in his peripheral in favor of looking into your eyes—blown wide and begging, shimmering with crystalline tears pricking the corners. You whine a ‘good’ past every expletive under the sun. Finding leverage beneath your thighs, Eijirō lifts your hips up and slightly to the right. Suddenly, you’re scrambling against the mattress, head lolling and drooling on the sheets, and yeah, there’s no way he’s gonna last.
Then, he feels blunt nails drag against his back. Nails that don’t belong to you, because he’s watching yours tear into Katsuki’s pillowcase. Eijirō’s back flexes violently, involuntarily, and he doubles over, barely catching himself on big hands bracketing your head.
“Dude, what the f-fuck,” he manages through grit teeth and a growl. You wail after a particularly hard thrust. Eijiro‘s torn between urges, watching you cum on his cock versus preserving his own ego—and Katsuki is hell-bent on preventing him from doing both. Clearly satisfied with the reaction, Katsuki does it again—savage and sharp and stinging against his back enough to leave red hot stripes on raised skin. Eijirō shudders, the world going white for a split second, before he’s shoving the blond away. With an amused hum, his boyfriend falls back into the bed.
“Fuckin’ watch’em sweat, Sweetheart,” Katsuki says to you, lifting your chin to unglue your eyes from Eijirō’s chest. With a faux pout, he shakes your head—and you’re so limp in their arms that you let him. “‘N he had the audacity to drag me for last Friday.”
Oh…That’s what this is about.
Eijirō snarls as the knot in his belly rolls tight, trying to ignore the irresistible urge of contest, because they’re too old for this, and more importantly, he’s too horny for this.
“Yeah, ‘cuz you were whining like a bitch,” Eijirō chuckles bitterly without giving Katsuki a second glance. You lean into Eijirō’s hand as he caresses your face. “Color, Baby?”
“G-Green, Eiji,” you mewl, unsteadily combing the hair out of his face. “An’ I—I need t’cum again.”
But, before Eijirō can get excited, before he can puff out his chest and sweet talk you into oblivion, Katsuki’s rough voice in his ear again, in an attempt to make Eijirō’s life infinitely harder.
“‘S he too big, Baby?” Katsuki says, now mocking the both of you—though he’s much nicer to you, rubbing your temples and peppering short kisses into your cheek. “Too full?”
Eijirō glares at his menace of a boyfriend, who dares to give it right back. With a huff, Eijirō’s forced to look away in favor for finding your clit. You react instantly—a lovely little distraction—and the legs wrapped around his waist drop.
“Y’got him impatient, now,” Katsuki mutters into the shell of your ear, ensuring it’s just loud enough for the redhead to hear. He watches Katsuki bite your earlobe and pull, and Eijirō swallows the whine building in the back of his throat. “Yer gon’a cum, ‘n do that cute li’l thing you do where your pussy just fuckin’ squeezes, ‘n he’s gon’a fill you up so quick—jus’ watch.”
And, on any given day, Eijirō would. But now, he’s got a point to prove and his ego won’t let him cum until he has. Hopefully.
“Shut. Up,” Eijirō growls, and without giving it much thought, shoves Katsuki’s face into the pillow next to you before redirecting his attention to the more tolerable person in the room. He quickens the pattern on your clit in favor of losing it all together “Hey, pretty baby—gorgeous girl—you wouldn’t mind if I fucked you through one more, do ya? Can you do that f’me?”
You nod eagerly, and Katsuki scoffs with unbelievability through squished cheeks. “He’sh a fuckin’ liar. Shitty assh top.”
Your stomach rolls, back arches, and suddenly you’re cumming with a squeal. You clamp down on him with a persistence that has Eijirō’s hand scrambling from Katsuki’s face to your waist as he grits his teeth to ground himself. His hips stutter to a halt and his fingers squeeze your hips with something bruise-worthy, something he’ll feel like shit for in the morning—but right now, he’s focused on one thing. Don’t cum, don’t cum, don’t cum—
“Open yer eyes, Princess,” Katsuki says as if his face wasn’t just buried in a pillow. “Look at ‘im, tryn—“
Katsuki cuts himself off with his own choke, scarlet eyes rounding when Eijirō shoves a hand around his throat and squeezes.
You let out a little breathless giggle. Katsuki adjusts to the situation like a champ, and though glaring, flutters his eyelashes. Eijirō curses at himself—first, for not thinking of this earlier. Secondly, because of Katsuki keeps looking at him like that, he’s going to lose his fucking mind. Katsuki seems to hear it, because his eyes glitter with something devious as he slips a crooked smile.
He figures he should let Katsuki breathe at some point, but before he can let go, the blond’s adams apple starts rumbling to you under a loosening palm.
“Y’like watching us fight, Perv,” he says with a raspy chuckle, licking his lips. Eijirō feels a pang of disappointment by the fact that Katsuki can talk at all, before an idea he’s genuinely proud of comes to mind.
“Baby,” Eijirō sing-songs with a slow roll of his hips, unwiling to lose himself in you again quite yet—not until Katsuki’s attitude has been handled proper. “Will you reach behind ya and grab something for me? Pretty please?”
“Mhm. What’cha need, Eiji?” You say with a whine and nod, propping yourself up on your elbows. You’re glowing and so unequivocally stunning that Eijirō’s convinced that word was made just for you.
His hips stutter when he looks at your face too long—he needs to make this quick.
“Grab the—mm—grab the vibe, Sweetheart,” he moans, halting his hips so you can reach behind the pillow. Katsuki pulled it out earlier, probably planning to use it to be an asshole, but quickly, clearly, forgot about it. Eijirō did not.
You hum and smile, probably expecting it to be used on you (which it typically is, save for special occasions…like now) and he’d hate to disappoint a pretty lady, but, like he said—he’s got a point to prove. Eijirō lets go of Katsuki’s throat, and the blond coughs, rubbing his larynx through the skin with a scowl before grunting ‘dickhead’ below his breath.
Now, much colder, Eijirō turns to his problem. “Kat—lay down.”
Katsuki scoffs, sitting up higher just to spite him. “Fuck you, y’don’t tell me what to fuckin’ do, bitch.”
It’s times like this that Eijirō is very thankul to be the bigger boyfriend.
“I said,” he huffs, grabbing Katsuki by the throat and shoving his back into the mattress. He tries to ignore the way he shifts inside you from the effort. “Lay down.”
There’s a beat of silence. Katsuki clicks his tongue, rolls his eyes, looks away. But, when Eijirō lets go? He stays.
“Good boy.”
“Fuck you.”
Eijirō gives you an exasperated sigh, grabbing the wand from your hands. Fiddling with the adjustments, he mutters, inattentive, “Don’t give a man attention for like, five minutes, and he’s practically begging for it.”
“Oi, ‘m not fucki—”
“Pants off, Katsuki,” Eijirō heaves, sorely disinterested in anything the blond has to say other than what he wants to hear. But, Katsuki doesn’t move at all, save for crossing his arms to accentuate his ‘not pout’ as his stare into the corner of the room deepens.
“Fine, then.”
Eijirō turns the vibrator on its highest setting, and places it at the tip of the bulge in Katsuki’s grey sweats.
Katsuki’s body seizes and his hands rush to push at Eijirō’s wrists. There’s a slight struggle, but not enough for Eijirō to believe Katsuki actually wants him to stop.
“See, Princess? This is all he wanted,” Eijirō juts his bottom lip out. You watch with a slack jaw, wiping at your lips in case of drool, and still wiggling your lower half to coerce Eijirō into moving. He shushes, rubbing at the inside of your hip. You get the message—not yet.
Not until he’s broken Katsuki Bakugō down a considerable degree.
“F-fuck, Red, turn—turn it down I—“
“Awh,” Eijirō clicks his tongue, leaning in just so he can see his eyebrows knit the way he loves so much. A dark spot starts to form on Katsuki’s grey sweatpants, changing the pitch of the vibrator once as he soaks through the fabric—and Eijirō‘s suddenly (always) very thankful that Katsuki refuses to wear boxers around the house. “Gonna cum, Kat?”
Katsuki squeezes his eyes shut, choking on a moan. Impatiently, you buck your hips again, this time whining louder, and Eijirō chuckles in apology. “Mm, sorry Baby. Suppose I should show my attention to the one that actually deserves it, huh?”
“I-I—I fuckin’,” Katsuki‘s neck flexes and his hips jerk, “d-deser—ve sh-shit, asshole—”
“Oh yeah, he’s gonna cum alright,” Eijirō chuckles to you, and Katsuki’s ears go red with admission. “And then, I’m going to give you—my sweet girl—the orgasm of your fucking life, and he’s gonna be too tired to do anything other than sit and watch—silently. Good deal?”
You nod, vehemently, adjusting so you can run your fingers through Katsuki’s matting hair. Katsuki leans into your gentle touch as much as he can. And Eijirō, feeling like the blond is getting too comfortable, adjusts the angle of his wrist.
“Fuck!”
There it is.
With a chuckle, Eijirō begins moving the wand in small, slow circles, something akin to what he’d do to you—and it has Katsuki choking on air.
“This s-shit isn’t even fuck-fuckin’ fair,” Katsuki pants, placing a shaky hand over his face. Eijirō tuts and moves it out of the way, shoving it above his head and holding it there.
“What isn’t fair?” Eijirō pouts, adjusting his hips to make sure he stays inside of you. “The vibrator? Or is it the fact that I win every—”
He pushes down harder. Katsuki’s eyes flutter closed.
“—fucking—”
Eijirō pushes again.
“—time?”
Finally, he lets the vibrator just sit, placing the brunt of his strength on the thing. Katsuki’s hands scramble back to his wrist, but he doesn’t try to push Eijirō away. At all.
“Feel good, Kat?” Eijirō croons, petting the inside of his wrist. Katsuki bites his lip, but doesn’t answer.
“I said—” Eijirō drops all sweetness from his voice and grinds the vibrator again. “Does it feel good, Katsuki?”
“I—yeah, yes—fuck,” Katsuki admits through a poor and thin veil of frustration. You start leaving wet kisses on his neck, leaving him shuddering under your wake.
“Shitty Hair—Eijirō, kiss—please.”
Katsuki always gets needy when close, wants to kiss when he cums. You tighten your grip on blond hair to tug lightly, and Katsuki whimpers, bucking into the toy like it’s suddenly not enough. Eijirō hums, leaning in until he can feel Katsuki puff on his lips.
“No.”
And, Katsuki cums. Hard.
His jaw drops and his mouth rounds, and at first nothing comes out—then he lets out something loud and obscene, followed choked out whine. His eyes go tumbling to the back of his head as the wet spot in his sweats dampens dramatically. Finally, his hips stutter, and he moans out a small and broken ‘fuck.’ Eijirō turns the vibrator off, swallows. That was hot.
“Well,” Eijirō pats his boyfriend’s chest after composing himself with a shuddering inhale, feeling the sweat through the cotton fabric of his black tee. “What did we learn?”
Katsuki grumbles something Eijirō can’t hear, but it makes you laugh. He rolls onto his side, back facing the both of you, and flips him off. Nothing—per usual.
“Kat, y’gotta go ‘n change or you’ll be pissed tomorrow,” Eijirō nudges. He gets a weak ‘in a bit,’ in response, and rolls his eyes, knowing that means he’s going to end up doing most of the work.
“Sorry Baby, I got a little carried away,” Eijirō redirects his attention back to you and adjusts his hips, expecting you to be somewhat dry (because, let’s be clear: he’s still rock solid) but his eyes widen in pleasant surprise as he notices how easy the shift is. “Oh? Kat was right—you are a perv.”
“Shut up,” you whine, slapping him on the bicep. Eijirō chuckles.
Disclaimer!! I do not own the character and there are HEADCANONS not canon in any way. This is purely fan work.
Warnings: 18+, Pierrot being yandere
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Holding you TIGHTLY. He never wants to let go, his love finally let him be with them. He is drop dead in love.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
His: his hands, he thinks they hold a lot of power and he loves how it feels when he runs them over your body
Yours: EVERYTHING. How can he pick when your just so perfect?!
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
On you, on himself, on the sheets, on the floor, on your underwear. Somehow it's even on the ceiling. Absolutely loves leaving his scent on you.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Stalks you, jerks off in your closet while he watches you masturbate, steals your underwear and jerks off into it.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Not at all. He has never felt this way before and now that he has seen you how could he give his cock to ANYONE but you?!
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Missionary and mating press. He caresses your face, loves you, and really feels you while he takes you.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Usually it's neatly shaved but for you he will do anything, grow it, shave it, even wax it. Usually he would like it long enough to have his happy trail.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Very Romantic. Might even cry from how much love he is feeling. Holds you very closely and sobs after.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Before you date; Yes, yes, yes. In your closet, to your clothes, to a picture of you.
After: no need to, he just comes to you but still does it when you're not in the mood.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Cum play, scratching his back while he fucks you, sloppy sex.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Bedroom, tent, backrooms at work. But he preferably takes you in your bed where your scent is everywhere.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
You. Everything about you
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
The word "no" doesn't exist in his dictionary when it comes to you but he really doesn't like to hurt you. I think he would be hesitant with bdsm
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Giving and receiving. He loves to drink up all your juice and cum. Multiple rounds for as much as you like.
He cannot even fathom the fact that you would like to suck HIS cock. Feels like you're worshipping him, loving him, HIM of all people. He might just cum from the first touch.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Depends in his mood. Usually sloppy and fast, rough and deep when Harlequin pisses him off and gentle and loving when you're making love.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Yes, can do, will do. Anything you ask for.
He doesn't love them since he feels they disrespect you and your love for him.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Willing to experiment and take risks. Anything for his dear one.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
This guy is not human, he is a BEAST could fill you until you're leaking and still keep going
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
No. Why would you want a toy? Is he not good enough? Do you not love him like he thought? Why would HE use one on his body when he belongs all to you.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Not too much, if you tease and brat a lot he might a little but otherwise he hands you everything on a silver spoon.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Loud if you allow him, whines, groans, hisses when he enters, and heavy breathing. If you prefer he stay quiet he will try his best but whines will slip
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Uncut and big. In their world cutting the foreskin doesn't make sense.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
BIG. 7-8 inches. A grower and a shower. Hear me out. He is tall and NOT human, why would he have a human sized cock?
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Every second of every day for all eternity.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Not too fast, he clings to you, cries, asks if you still love him, only sleeps with cuddles and love. Needs you to put him to sleep like a baby.
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A/N: first work for this awesome game. I LOVE LOVE LOVE this game and I adore Pierrot. I could make another for Harlequin later. ♥︎♥︎
We’ve all heard reasons why Bakugou would really like sassy people with a temper, or essentially anyone who would match his intensity, blah blah blah.
But what about shy, anxious, timid people?
He would like someone who, at restaurants, would be too socially anxious to order. Because it meant that he, in canon Bakugou fashion, would get to order for you. It isn’t really the fact that he gets an ego boost or whatever, but that he gets to help you out. (And it makes him feel a little proud).
He’d like it because he had someone to practice being gentle around. Instead of matching his temper, you get really shy and you kinda just take it cause you’re so non-confrontational that you can’t bring yourself to say anything. So he slowly learns how to be gentler, mainly for you, but it also helps with future situations and other people.
He’d like it in bed too. Cause, instead of taking out all his intensity on spicy time, he’d finally have a moment where he isn’t crazy intense. A moment where he’s just soft and gentle, for you.
Bakugou has been using sign language ever since he was a baby. Not because the doctors confirmed he would lose his hearing due to his quirk, but for his dad.
Masaru is on the autism spectrum, and is part of the reason he is so quiet. He can’t really bring himself to talk a lot, loudly, or just visibly show how he feels.
That’s also the reason why Mitsuki is so loud, talkative, and expressive. She’s learned to show people how both her and her husband feel about things. Which Katsuki’s eventually picked up, it just became more aggressive when combined with his anger issues.
Anyways, Masaru goes nonverbal a lot, and that’s the main reason why the entire Bakugou family uses sign language half the time.
Merry Christmas !! Here’s the first of I hope many Christmas posts (been on unannounced hiatus so I’m trying push them all out before it’s too late).
Modern!Venti x fem!reader
There is caroling, but reader isn’t explicitly stated to be Cristian or atheist.
“I can’t believe you’re making me do this.” You complained, pulling your very festive shawl tighter around you.
“I’m hardly making you. I just gently suggested it.” Venti said with a smile, rubbing your already mitten-covered hands to help warm you up.
“Yeah, but I wanna spend Christmas Eve with you. All of Christmas Eve.”
You said, earning a kiss right under the eye from him. You smiled and Dahlia made a gagging sound next to the two of you. He had been flipping through his folder, looking for a good Christmas carol to start with. “I came here to go caroling, not to feel extra single.” He complained sarcastically, eventually landing on Joy to the World.
Barbara, on the other side of Venti, smiled softly. “I think it’s cute. Very fitting for Christmas.” She said, earning another scoff from Dahlia.
“I’m already cold enough in this snowstorm, don’t make me colder.”
Venti has gathered some of his friends who he knew could sing, to go caroling on Christmas Eve. Not just classic church songs, but others, like Dashing Through the Snow, Jingle Bells, and Rocking Around the Christmas Tree.
You had been doing this for about an hour by now, and it was snowing harder and harder. The sheet music was getting soaked, the festive outfits you all were wearing were hardly keeping you warm, and too many people seemed to be avoiding answering the door.
“Just two more?” Venti asked as he held onto your arm, batting his eyelashes.
“Two more what?” You asked suspiciously, raising an eyebrow.
“Neighborhoods?”
“No way. Houses.”
“Streets.”
“Deal.”
After two more streets of caroling, you all said good bye and headed home. Venti kept humming as you two trudged through the snow. Years of no snow on Christmas, and finally, a snowstorm this year.
He pressed cute little kisses to warm up your numb lips, excitedly pulling you up the stairs of your condo building. He was still humming as you finally stepped into your small, festively decorated condo.
“If I hear you sing Santa Claus is Coming to Town one more time, I’m going to do something the will put me on the naughty list.” You said with a sigh, pulling off your scarf. “Like punch you. Or imagine it.”
“Aw, where’s my usual sweet Windblume?” Venti pouted, helping you take off your coat. He started to help you take off your top too, and you shot him a look. He held up his hands innocently, practically dancing into the kitchen. “I’m just saying. C’mon, I’ve been waiting for this all day.”
You sighed and followed him in, opening the fridge. You pulled out cookie dough and Venti visibly deflated. “We’re not making them from scratch?” He asked.
“We went caroling until 9:40, don’t push it.” You said and he shrugged, showing he didn’t really care that much.
“As long as I get to make cookies with my Windblume~” He said in a singsong tone, getting out the icing. Y
ou both made sugar cookies, chocolate chip cookies, and even gingerbread ones. You were busy making the classic gingerbread man, when Venti let out an awkward mumble. You leaned over and saw a gingerbread woman, who looked like she had been melted, or been severely injured.
“It was…supposed to be you.” He said, that familiar smile playing on his lips, with a hint of sheepishness. You smiled and pressed a soft kiss to his neck.
“I appreciate it.”
You finally finished the cookies, setting them out on a plate with a glass of milk. Venti had tried to convince you to have a glass of eggnog instead, but the boy had drank it all with a few alcoholic additions. You knew it was silly to put out cookies for Santa as an adult, but you couldn’t help it. Traditions die hard.
Finally, you and Venti went to bed. Only you fell asleep though, your boyfriend sneaking out of bed to put a few extra presents under the tree.
You woke up the next morning, making breakfast with Venti and drinking hot cocoa while opening presents. You two had definitely spoiled each other. And he’d even gotten you a hot pot, after you complained about hot pot at restaurants being too expensive. You’d gotten him many things, but his favorite was three books of blank sheet music, all for him to fill up with new songs.
After watching the snow fall on the balcony, Venti came out and joined you. Though, he stayed on his phone most of the time. Eventually, you asked him about it and he smiled.
“Just setting up one last Christmas gift for you. Go get your coat on, Windblume.”
You raised an eyebrow but did what he asked. After a short drive, you arrived at a small farm. Your eyes widened. Reindeer feeding, all day, with hot cocoa and cute merch and everything! You got in line excitedly and Venti kept and arm wrapped around the small of your back.
“I thought you’d like this.” He said, a hint of his more serious but soft side peeking through. You smiled and nudged him, his laugh ringing out, breath visible in the cold air.
You walked forward, holding your hand out as one of the workers placed a few treats in your hand. “This one is Dasher.” The worker said, guiding you closer to the reindeer, arm draped where Venti’s was a second ago. The blue haired boy glared at the worker and her backed off awkwardly as you went up to feed the reindeer. The worker hadn’t really meant anything by it, but he didn’t wanna trifle with your short boyfriend.
“You people named them after Santa’s reindeer? Isn’t that a bit ridiculous out of season?” You asked, raising an eyebrow with a smile. You didn’t bother to hear the worker’s answer as Dashed started to ear out of your hand. It was slobbery, but also…really fucking cool. It felt special. Magical. Venti smiled, the soft curve of his lips matching your own.
“Merry Christmas, Windblume.”
!Not proofread!
Yall, I’m wearing press on nails for the first time, and I can’t type for shit. Sooooo I wouldn’t be surprised if there are more typos than usual.
Guys, the way I have so many drafts of Halloween fics that I started first week of October and haven’t touched since. T^T
I keep tryna finish writing old fics from FUCKING MAY AND JUNE, holy lack of motivation
Sorry you guysss, I’m tying to avoid going on another hiatus but my motivation is just not there rn cause I’m kinda swamped all the time. I might be able to do what I did last year and make one of those fake texting ones but Ekko (cause I already bakuhoe last year). I still wanna finish the Halloween fics, they just might not be…Halloween fics. Just general spooky fics. If that’s okay?
