#christmas best perfume brands

[bestperfumesgenericperfumes]

What kind of women’s perfumes to gift for Christmas?

If you respect women’s style in perfumery and on the believe that they need a a lot of refined bit. In your women’s edition of Christmas fragrance gifts, there was a lot of stress on safer perfumes.

I’m gonna break this rule and list solely those that have stood the check of your time, luxurious smelling, and area unit accepted by the bulk.

One issue I’ll mention that I feel is vital is that simply because it’s Christmas, it doesn’t mean that the talented scent should smell like food and spice.

In fact, what do you have to gift are somethings distinctive that would we have a tendency to wear able in additional than one season.

Also, detain mind that a lot of typically than not, the value distinction doesn’t perpetually mean a far better product. Learn a lot of regarding the distinction between a designer and niche fragrances here.

[whorekneecentral]

Only The Best For You

Kimi Raikkonen x Fem!Reader

Warnings: dad's best friend!kimi, reader is 20/21 - reader is old enough to make her own decisions, your dad isn't pleased with the gift, one mention of alcohol and one mention of death, sexual tension, kinda power imbalance, kimi gives into the intrusive thoughts, nipple play, fingering for like 0.2 seconds, one use of the word 'daddy' in a sexual way, penetrative sex (p in v), gagging, finger sucking, 'whore' used in a sexual/degrading term.

Word Count: 2,400

Author's Note: for all my dad best friend freaks and the kimi whores, this one's for you <3 -- also ignore that it's gucci in the pic but it's something different in the fic loool I couldn't find a different pic I liked.

merry smutmas series

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Kimi spends the holidays with his old friends. He doesn’t forget you; bringing you exactly what you had been wishing for and you make sure to thank him.. properly.

An old L/N family tradition.

Since you were a child, your parents and grandparents allowed you to open one gift from them on Christmas eve, letting you enjoy the magic of Christmas a few hours early.

You were grown up now, in college and your grandparents had sadly passed on but your parents kept the tradition going. You had come home for Christmas break and it was Christmas Eve. Your parents have just finished dinner and you have moved to the living room.

It was yourself, your parents and your dad's best friend, Kimi. You had known Kimi your whole life practically but he was always away racing so you never saw much of him until lately, now that he's officially retired - for good this time.

"Shall we open gifts?" Your father asks, walking into the living room. He passed a glass of what looks like whiskey to Kimi, who was next to you, before sitting beside your mother.

She looks over at her husband. "Honey, isn't she too grown for that?"

Your father rolls his eyes, shaking his head. "It's a family tradition, now hush. Go pick a present."

Your mum picks first, picking one from your father that just so happened to be the new perfume she wanted. Your father was next and he picked out one from you. It's a story book he used to read to you as a kid, you had written all of your favourite memories of the two of you inside of it. You made him cry, both you and Kimi laughing about that.

"Go ahead, sweetheart." Your father nods towards the tree, you move from the couch to the floor, kneeling in front of the tree to pick out a gift.

A gift sticks out to you; red wrapping paper with little elves of it and your name written in cursive across the front of it. You pick it up, shaking it a bit to see what was in it.

It felt hard, as if it was a box. You looked towards your parents, "is it from you guys?"

Your dad looks towards your mom; she took care of all of the holiday shopping. The woman shakes her head, "it's not from us, sweetie."

The gift on your lap when you glance over your shoulder at Kimi. He gives you a small smile, so small you almost miss it.

He nods towards the gift, waiting for you to open it. You rip the wrapping paper very carefully, revealing the red box underneath; the gold lettering was cursive - Cartier.

Your jaw was already dropping, looking back at the man. "You didn't," you say and he nods again, waiting for you to open the box to see what was inside.

"Kimi, what did you do?" Your mother asks, looking over at your father. He was never one for brands or jewellery, he didn't realize that buying something there automatically was an expensive purchase.

Lifting the cover carefully, the velvet black fabric inside the box held a white gold chain, blue sapphires set along the entire thing.

If your jaw wasn't already on the floor, it would be now. "Kimi!" You turned to face the man, setting the box on the couch carefully. "You did not!"

"I did," he nods. He's always been a man of very few words; more of an action rather than words type of guy.

"What is it?" Your father asks and you hand the red box over to him for him to see.

He shows your mother as he holds the box, he doesn't realize that he's holding a little over €40,000 in his hands at the moment. "Oh Kimi, it's beautiful." Your mother gushes, handing it back over to you.

You were still on the floor, admiring the necklace in the box. "Well, turn around." Kimi says and you do, sitting just between his legs.

He reaches over to take the box from you and carefully takes the chain out of its box before you lift your hair. Kimi leans forwards and you can feel his fingers brush against your skin and his breath on your shoulders when he loops it around your neck and hooks the clasp.

"It looks gorgeous on you, darling." Your mom says, smiling at you.

Your phone's in one hand and your other hand gently touches the chain, straightening it as you admired how it looked on you. "Kimi, this is too much. It's so expensive." You whisper to him and he shrugs.

"How expensive are we talking?" Your father finally speaks, looking over at his friend.

Kimi answers nonchalantly; "Like.. €40,000."

Your father instantly sits up, his jaw hanging open. "What?! Kimi, are you out of your mind?"

"Please," he looks over at his friend in disapproval. His hand rests on your shoulder, his thumb passing over your soft skin. "She's a good girl, she deserves it."

You can't help but shift a bit when he calls you a good girl, the words hitting you right where you shouldn't. It was wrong, he was your father's friend and you were.. well, you were attracted to him. You couldn't deny it; Kimi was an attractive man and despite his lack of words, he was very charming.

"Y/n, say thank you. You can't not say it when he's spent so much." Your father tells you, and you turn around to face Kimi.

"Thank you, Kimi," you smiled at him, sitting on your knees when you reached up to give the man a hug. His arms wrapped around you, his warm hand pressed to your back. "You're welcome, angel."

Another nickname that hits you in all the wrong places.

--

As the night goes on, your parents head up for bed as do you. Kimi was the last one to bed from your understanding and as the house grew quiet, you tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

You find yourself sat on your bed, pjs on - a tank top and a pair of shorts with a €40,000 chain around your neck.

It was nearing 3am, the witching hours as your mum says. You find yourself getting up and heading downstairs. The initial thought was to go to the kitchen and get a glass of water but you got side tracked when you see a light coming from Kimi's room.

You knock, peeking around the space left between the door frame and the actual door. "Come in," he waves to you and you step in, shutting the doors behind you. The TV was on, a rerun of some show you couldn't quite place was on.

"What are you doing up?" He asks, glancing at his phone to check the time. "Do you know how late it is?"

"I couldn't sleep," you tell him, looking over at the TV. "Can I join you?"

He shrugs, nodding towards the empty space next to him. You quietly make your way over, sitting next to him on the bed. Kimi don't miss the way your shorts hike up when you crawl over to the empty spot; it's so wrong for him to be looking at you like that but can you blame the man? You were gorgeous and you were in his bed after all.

The two of you sit quietly, watching as the show rolls on into another episode. You unconsciously play with the chain, shifting it back and forth slowly.

Kimi looks over at you, smiling to himself; you were the picture of beauty.

"You're staring," you mumble, glancing at him. He smiles, like actually smiles. "You're beautiful."

Your cheeks are red, you hope that the light coming from the tv isn't bright enough for him to realize that just yet.

"It looks good on you," he says, "like it was made for you."

"Blue has always been my favourite colour." You smiled, glancing down at the chain. "Did you pick it yourself?"

He nods, "I saw it and thought of you, I figured you'd like it."

"I do, very much." You look over at him, Kimi smiles at you and your hand shifts from your thigh to his, rubbing along it softly. Kimi's brows furrow ever so slightly. He doesn't say anything, hoping that you'd stop if he ignores it.

You were persistent.

Your hand travels higher, about to rub over the ever so evident bulge in his shorts but Kimi catches your hand, holding your wrist. "We can't, y/n."

"Why not?"

"It's wrong," he whispers, glancing at the door - you weren't sure if he wanted you to leave or if he was catching to see if it was locked. You wiggle your hand from his grasp, Kimi lets out a small breath of relief; see, the man was stupid enough to think you were stopping.

You didn't stop. Instead, you got on his lap, straddling him with your hands on his shoulders. Kimi's hand rests on your lower back as he looks at you.

"Let me thank you properly," you whisper, lips ghosting over his.

Kimi reaches up, his lips pressed to yours but he's yet to kiss you. "You don't have too."

"I want to.. I want you," you mumbled, finally kissing the man. Your hand cupping his jaw, Kimi's hand slips under the tank top you had on and slides up your back to undo your bra but finds you don't have one on.

Kimi pushes the straps of your tank top down off your shoulders. You sat comfortably on his lap, letting him have his way with you and the man wanted one thing. He leans forward, arms wrapped around you as his lips wrap around your nipple.

“Kimi, fuck- please.” You mumble, your hand tangled in his blonde hair, tugging on it. As such as you loved the attention, you needed him.

He glances up at you, watching as your eyes fluttered shut. He groans when you pull on his hair a little harder but what's a little pain when he's making you feel good?

It was heavy, heated.

His hands on your body, pulling you over and onto him. You were perched on his lap, Kimi's hands on your ass when he kissed you again.

Not a word is spoken between the two of you and what little clothes you had on was gathered in a pile on the floor when he rolls you two over. You were flat on your back with Kimi settled between your legs.

“Please,” your hand rested on his jaw, “daddy, please.”

The pet name makes his cock twitch; it's sinful, so sinful in so many ways but he couldn't care less. You drove him mad.

His hand slips between the two of you, his fingers rubbing slow circles on your clit. Your hips lift, wanting more from him.

Kimi’s hand wandered a little lower, a finger pushed in slowly. He can feel how wet you are, wrapped around his finger and he smiles.

He moves his finger slowly, curling it. He takes pleasure in watching you, seeing how your face twists and how your body reacts to his touch.

"Please," you whimpered, "don't make me wait."

Kimi can't bring himself to say no to you.

He sits, pushing his shorts down and you get the hint, getting on top of him. Your hands grip on his shoulders, balancing yourself. Your knees on either side of his lap, Kimi's hand reaches under you to help you, the tip of his cock brushing against your clit, making your hip shift forward a bit. His free hand on your hip as you sink down onto him, his name tumbling from your lips.

You take a moment to get used to the feeling, your eyes fluttering shut as he rubs along your lower back, leaning into you to kiss down your neck.

You rock your hips forward and Kimi's head drops back, his eyes now closed. “Fuck, you’re perfect.” His hand pats your hip, “made just for me.” He tells you, your lips now on his neck - a trail of marks and sloppy kisses being left along his neck.

He pulls one of your legs up forward, pulling you down further. “Fuck,” you breathe, his thrusts faster and harder. How you wished you could scream his name right now. Kimi's hand drops between the two of you, rubbing your clit.

Your head falls back, manicured nails digging into his pale skin when he hits the spot he was looking for. He watches as you bounce on his lap, the sapphires around your neck bouncing in rhythm with you. His fingers that were previous on your clit now shoved into your mouth to muffle the sounds tumbling from your lips.

Your brows furrowed, an excited look on your face despite it all. You can feel his cock twitch in you, his lips next to your ear when he leans in.

"You've got to be quiet, angel. Wouldn't want them to catch you being a whore for me, hm?

You mumble something along an okay, your hips bucking, telling him you want more. Your tongue laps around his fingers, Kimi watches as you suck on them. There's a wicked smile on his face, his hips lifting to meet you halfway.

He lets you take over, setting the pace and using him for your own pleasure. Kimi leans forward as his lips wrap around your nipple. His tongue lapped over your nipple, biting on it softy; just enough to get you to arch your back, pushing into him.

“Come on darling,” he mumbles against your skin, now kissing up to your collarbone. Kimi's hand behind your neck to pull you down for a kiss. “Want you to cum for me.”

His arms wrap around you when you drop against him, your face buried against his shoulder, biting down to muffle the sounds. “Good girl,” he hums, rubbing your back.

Your heart beats out of your chest as you catch your breath. Kimi smiles, kissing along your shoulder. "Feel good?" He asks and you mumble something, your head resting on his shoulder.

"I take it I should spoil you more often, hm?" He chuckles, making you smile when you sit up. Kimi straightens your necklace, kissing your chin.

You shake your head and smile. "Don't have to spoil me for me to do that."

Kimi smiles at you, giving you a kiss. "Merry Christmas, y/n."

"Merry Christmas, Kimi."

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[irndad]

double vision in a rose blush -s.r.

a/n: first fic in like a year and my first spencer fic! please let me know what you think!

summary: she is the best part of his days, his life, these days, really. the only problem is she never touches him. s/o to @bitesizedgremlin for writing the most adorable touch starved spence fic that got me 🥰

wc: 1.6k

He loves looking at her. 

It feels hedonistic, like drinking a too-expensive wine. Looking at her brings a warmth that spreads all throughout him, like threaded gold embedded in her movements. It’s a lovely kind of ache, how she can bring the most open, the most raw parts of him to the surface. She is captivating, the way she laughs, the way she moves, the slightest intonation of affection she offers him in her tone. 

Tonight, she sits across from him at the team’s favorite bar. She’s wearing a deep emerald green top, the kind of thing that makes her look like something out of a dream. 

It’s not like it shows how much he likes her. He hopes it doesn’t. 

Sure, people tease them. She’s a consultant with their teams, one with a desk right next to his one. He initially thought he’d hate the company, but even on their first meeting, she was relentlessly kind. She had sat next to him, wearing a beautiful periwinkle sweater, and somehow he was talking for far too long about how the original blue pigments were sometimes made from toxic materials and how much modern effort it took to make a sweater that color.

He’d felt a familiar humiliation, the knowledge that a beautiful woman had sat down next to him and offered him kindness, and he’d met her with his own personal brand of anti-charisma.

But she hadn’t interrupted him. In fact, she granted him maybe the most welcoming, kind smile that he’s ever seen in his life.

And she’d asked more about the pigment. 

Spencer- he’d never known the kind of affection she offers so freely. It almost reminds him of Penelope- how open she is, how kind. Objectively, he knows she likes him at least a little bit. He’s a profiler, and he can tell at least that much. 

The hitch is, he’s the only one she doesn’t touch. 

Morgan gets shoulder brushes. Penelope hugs, and he even remembers her once giving Rossi a warm squeeze of her hand. But not him. Even now, she sits across from him after having held Morgan in a long hug of greeting. 

He looks up at her, her pretty fingers wrapped around the stem of a wine glass. She moves with such grace, no matter what the action. The way she tops her head back, how a lovely grin spreads across her face. He’d give anything not to be her exception. To be one of the people she touches. 

“What you thinking there, wonder kid?” She says, and somehow her voice carries across the crowded bar. He thinks he could pick her voice out anywhere.

“Nothing really,” he says back. He never likes the way his voice sounds around her. He wants to be confident, smooth, like Morgan. She leaves him too weak for it. “How are you feeling?”

“I am wondrous, Spencer.” She’s leaning into his space. Her tone is just a little shaky, influenced by the alcohol. He’s near enough to smell the lily-scented perfume she wears, and it’s everything in him not to bury his face in the crook of her neck. He’d gotten it for her for Christmas. 

He remembers her reaction to it, unwrapping the bow and wrapping he’d sent an hour trying to make perfect. It was one of the few times she touched him, however brief- a squeeze of his hand and that earnestly grateful look- the image kept him warm all year. She’d worn it to work more often than not. It brought him a shameful sense of satisfaction. 

She carries me with her. She has a piece of me with her wherever she goes. 

I want to be touched by you, he thinks, I want to be the one doing the touching. What is it about him? He knows his limbs are a little spindle-y, and he’s not exactly experienced in most forms of physical expression. But he could be, if he was given the chance. If it was with her. It’s not something he could say, though.

“You look lovely,” he says, unprompted. “I love that shirt on you.”

She flushes, and almost, almost, touches his knee in thanks. He preens at the praise, even though it’s not verbal. She’s just so beautiful. It’s always been about more than beauty for him, the mind behind the doe eyes and sweet smile. 

Still, it’s hard to deny how much of an effect she has on him- how she can glance at him with that honey sweet look, how the red on her lips has him wondering what it would taste like. If there could ever be anything better. Without thinking, he grabs one of her hands; it looks just so pretty in his own. He runs his thumb over her knuckles. It’s like electricity, passing through them. 

There has to be something he’s done. There has to be, if she touches everyone but him. He always notices, but tonight, with liquor and courage in his chest, he wants to ask. If he knows, if there’s something- maybe he can fix it. Maybe then she’ll put her pretty hands on him just like this. Touch him in any way she wants.

It wouldn’t be close to what he wants. But it would be something. 

“Hey,” his voice comes out uneven and shaky, but his eyes are locked on hers, “I-I’m sorry if I’ve done something.”

Her face blooms into an adorably confused expression. 

“I-,” His stutter jumps out but he’s still holding her hand, and it’s so soft and his stomach just won’t stop that flipping feeling and he just cannot let go, “I know you like to touch people. I don’t know if I-I’ve done something, but you- you never touch me.”

Suddenly, the bar feels a good bit quieter, and her eyes feel like they can see right through him. Her hands are the only thing tethering him here. 

“I don’t touch you?”

“Touch is actually one of the most well-regarded indicators of closeness and geniality in personal relationship.” 

“Spencer-“

“It stands to reason that if you touch everyone but me, there should be a reason and it’s like something that I would have done to offend you.”

“Hey-“

“I just want you to like me.”

Her face, the most beautiful face he’d ever seen- softens into a delicate expression of fondness. 

“Spence,” and god, doesn’t that sound lovely, “I thought you didn’t like touching.”

He pouts without thinking, and all thoughts leave his mind when her other hand reaches out to hold his face, her fingers on the junction of his chin and neck, stroking the side of his cheek.

The truth of it is he thinks of her hands on him in every way. Pictures hands laced together, her graceful fingers running through his hair as they lay on his couch. 

He’s imagined kissing her way too many times.

“Not with you. You’re different.”

He’s too honest. But it’s overwhelming. Her hand in his, the other brushing delicately over his face. He leans into it, a little too eager, but the sensation of it is just too much not to. 

“Remember the second day of me being with the team? You told Garcia she’s the only one allowed to touch you?”

“I think so?”

“Well, I like to repeat your boundaries.”

“I like you to touch me.”

She tips her head back, laughing, and she looks ethereal, the kind of smile gracing her face that’d have you believe everything you’ve every worried about in your god-forsaken life was worth it to witness this. 

“I’d like to touch you too, Reid.”

“You can call me Spencer,” he says, realizing how close they are. Lilies. He’s overplaying his hand. He’s a friend at work, he wants to remind himself. He’s the guy who bought her perfume and hands her files and gets her coffee and that does not mean the same thing as a partner. He’s not even the kind of person someone like her would want.

It’s just hard to remember that. 

“Spencer,” she says, more tender than anyone else had ever been with him., “I could be reading this wrong, but-“

It’s actually a small distance, kissing her. If she’d been more than a few inches from his face then he wouldn’t have done it. But she was so close, and she smiles into him, open and warm and his arms are around her waist, hers cradling his face, and it’s more touch than he knows what to do with, far less than anything he’d be willing to give up. 

It lasts a languid second and then ends too soon, her gorgeous eyes meeting his own, her basically in his lap. He knows that this is basically a bar-kiss between two coworkers, and that it is unlikely to be anything but that, but he kind of needs it to not be. Needs it to be more. 

“I don’t-I don’t know if you wanted to do that or if you want me to stop, but I really, really like you, and I know we work together and you might not like me back, I mean, probably not, right? But-“

“Spencer.” Her soft fingers are still brushing against his face, and he can’t help but be grateful for it. “I’m free tomorrow night.”

He’s not usually good at deciphering social cues that don’t relate to serial killers, but this one- it seems intentional. Her hands move from his cheek (and he winces, visibly) before wrapping both arms around his neck. It’s awfully romantic to be anything else. 

“Do you want to be my plans?” 

“Yes.”

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for telling my mom to either get me what I've asked for, or to just get me gift cards?

This probably makes me sound horrible and ungrateful, but this is an issue I've had for about the last ten years of my life. I love my mother dearly, and I am so insanely grateful that we are in a financial position where we can receive gifts at all. I'd genuinely be happy with just a card and a cozy day in, but my mom always insists it isn't Christmas without at least one or two things under the tree.

I always ask her routinely as we inch toward the later months of the year what she'd like, and I do my best to get her exactly what she wants. I'll get her one or two other things too, like some skincare or chocolates or shoes or something, but I always stick to what she actually asks for.

If she asks me for a specific dress, she'll get it. If she asks me for a certain type of perfume, she'll get it.

The same....Cannot be said for her.

I've begged her over the years to just stick to getting me what I ask for. I don't ask for anything expensive. I think the most expensive thing I've ever asked for were concert tickets, and I offered to pay half. I just more or less wanted help actually getting them, because as we all know, concert tickets sell so fast its like you blink and they're gone, and the more people you have trying to get them the more chances of success.

Usually I'll ask for something like a particular poster I saw online, or a bedding set, a new phone case, ect. Small, easy to get things because honestly, I don't need that much.

What I actually end up with is a bunch of random stuff I will never use and clothing I'd never wear and once or twice, tickets to do things I hate doing.

Its like she asks me what I want then goes out of her way to get me the exact opposite of what I've asked for. She always pouts at me and berates me for 'looking disappointed' or never using anything she gets me (I hold onto it for a few months then quietly give it away to a friend or thrift store).

It makes me feel guilty, but this is a conversation we have every. Single. Christmas.

(For example I'll ask for, say, a pair of white shoes. What I'll actually get is a box of wind up toys from the dollar store, expensive paint brushes when I've never touched paint in my life, and a box of chocolates from a brand I don't like.)

This year, once again, she asked me for my list, and I just gave her some stores and told her I'd like gift cards to those places. She gave me a weird look and dropped it, but asked again a few times, and each time I just reiterated what stores I wanted gift cards to.

Well lo behold, I come home from college and there's packages under the tree. Proper packages, not just envelopes or anything else that a gift card would realistically be in.

I guess I was staring at the tree with a weird/sour expression, because it wound up starting an argument between us. Her argument was she's getting me gifts, I should be grateful, and she tries really hard but I'm just 'impossible to please.'

My argument is I tell her repeatedly exactly what I want and not once have I ever gotten what's actually on my list. In which case, why the fuck should I bother writing a list? I'd rather have the gift cards so I can buy exactly what I wanted in the first place.

She said I ask for clothes, I get clothes. I said I ask for specific clothes and she gets me ones that I wouldn't even look at in the store, let alone buy.

The whole argument ended up with her calling me an ungrateful asshole and confiscating my gifts to return them all after the New Year. She told me I can just have the money from returning them and 'be fucking happy for once.'

Its Christmas Eve and she's still not speaking to me. I feel terrible, but I'm also relieved. Either this means from now on she won't get me anything, or from now on if she asks for my list she'll actually get me what's on it.

My dad is staying in the middle. He said I'm right, and over the years he's tried to convince her not to buy all that stuff, but he also said I should've just done what I always do, fake a smile, and get rid of it later.

Is he right or was this fight a blessing in disguise? Am I the asshole for ruining Christmas or am I justified in voicing what I have for the last ten years running?

What are these acronyms?

[lavendermunson]

scarf - eddie munson

day 10 of leia's christmas tree farm

cw +18 nsfw. pet names. professor!Eddie, older!Eddie, age gap (Eddie is in his late 30's and reader is in her early 20s) find more about this universe here

lmk if you want a part two for this one!

It's been a long time since Halloween, and your relationship is still a secret. 

It was fun to see Eddie in class, much more fun teasing him and watching his cheeks glow red. He was a total professional, never breaking at his readings and continuing to give the lecture of the day without hesitation.

He was so used to spoil you. When Eddie gets rough with you in bed and you forget to finish your essay, he makes his T.A. give you an A in a very rushed and poorly written essay. It wasn't like you, but in times like this, he gave you a pass and you would thank him later.

Even if your relationship with Mr. Munson was a bad idea, it has been one of the best experiences of your life. He is mature enough to know how to treat you like a princess, his age doesn't fade from his gorgeous looks or how much experience he has in bed. It's simply him, taking care of you like you've always deserved it. 

At the beginning of winter, you've decided to knit a scarf for him. It was a thoughtful gesture, hoping he would like something made for you instead of something expensive, like the gifts he gives you. And you're a crafty kind of girl, every gift means more if you've made it yourself.

Keeping the relationship a secret has been hard, but now at your weekly late dinner that he cooked. You decide to surprise him, in the comfort of his big home. 

"I have a gift for you"

You walk into the kitchen, empty glasses of wine with the taste of it lingering in your mouth. 

Sweet, strong, and expensive. Just like him.

You place them on the kitchen island and as Eddie fills them up again you run to get his gift. When you come back, you see a gift bag dangling from his fingers. 

"You are not the only one with a gift, sweetheart"

You get close to him to exchange gifts. You open yours first, a set of festive red lingerie, lipstick, and a brand new bottle of your perfume the one he loves.

"You didn't have to!" you say, placing a peck on his lips before stepping back and seeing him open his gift. "But I love it, baby. I hope you love yours" His fingers trace the entrance of the gift bag before ripping it open. Your mouth almost waters at the little show.

When he finds the beanie and the scarf, you can see his face glow.

"Did you make this?"

"Mhhm" You nod.

"You made this, for me?" 

"Yes baby, of course"

He hugs you tight, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you. Eddie hides his head in the crook of your neck, his lips start to kiss your skin. 

"Thank you, doll. It's amazing, no one has ever made me a gift before" 

You hug his waist with your legs, wrapping your arms around his neck to hold you in place. You throw your head back just a bit for him to look at you, and his watery brown eyes lock with yours.

"I know it's not expensive but I made it with so much love" 

"Are you kidding? this is the best, you are the best"

He breaks the distance between your faces, catching your lips with his in a soft kiss. Everything is a bubbly feeling, you can't wait to spend the winter break with him.

__________

Now it's Friday, your last day before winter break. You sit at your last class which so happens to be Eddie's, he is giving an open conference talking about his success and his years of experience. Some of your classmates ask questions, and he answers every one of them with patience. 

He waves his fingers in the air, he touches his scarf the one you made for him with the same softness he touches your skin. You can feel your tummy tingling, your pussy aching. It's turning you on, so much. You know he can see you, what's wrong with having a little bit of fun?

Your fingers linger on the buttons of your coat, making eye contact with Eddie as he continues to talk. You giggle as he shakes his head slightly and goes back to the subject. 

When his eyes go back to look at you, he sees the red lingerie bra peaking out of your white button up shirt. The transparency of the fabric shows off the red lace, and your tight shirt squeezes your breasts so perfectly.

Eddie’s mouth is completely watering at the sight, he fights his thoughts to finish this lecture professionally and he would have to deal with you later.

In the end, you are the last one in the lecture room. He sees you coming down the stairs with your arms crossed in front of your chest. Eddie smiles slightly as your sweet perfume starts to hit his nose, you open your coat to let him see the red lace and your breasts. His mouth starts to water as he looks at you, his fingers traveling to unhook the first button of your shirt. 

“This is very risky, you are being a bad girl you know?” he whispers, his fingers brushing against your skin.

“I’m not being bad, I need you daddy” you whisper too. Your hand is dangerously close to his bulge. 

One of his large hands finds the small of your back, he gets you closer to him sliding his knee between his legs. You feel his thigh under your clothed pussy. Your skirt rides up a little.

“Look at you, needy and a brat” his hand cups your chin, feeling his grip tighten, but not too much to hurt you. He makes you look at him “Open” Your mouth opens slightly, not even thinking about it twice. It’s muscle memory at this point. He spits on your mouth, you feel his warmth and swallow slowly.

“Please” you beg.

“Thirty minutes, my office. I have to talk to a colleague”

He kisses your cheek and leaves the room. Leaving you with wetness pooling on your panties, thighs pressed and the taste of him in your mouth. 

Maybe you went a little too far. But you are excited about the punishment.

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lavender haze

Request: Can I pls request an Ominis Gaunt x fem Slytherin reader who is part of the Black family and is the niece of professor Black. The two have been best friends since childhood but have also been in an arranged marriage since before they were born. At school, Professor Black often teases the two, as well as Sebastian. They argue that they are just friends but they both have feelings for each other. It all changes during Christmas break when Ominis mother sends him an owl saying that him and his fiancé are to stay at the Gaunt Manor over the break. Ominis is reluctant but y/n convinced him that everything will be fine and that they should go. When they arrive at the manor Ominis parents and siblings greet y/n saying how much they have missed her. During their stay, Ominis confesses his feelings to her and they finally get together. 💕

request by: @levis-dilutedbleach

word count: 5.2k

CW: ominis’ family (i feel like they need a warning), violence, fluff, gramatical errors (maybe), hurt/comfort? maybe? (idk what the tags would be <3)

A/N: I had so much fun writing this! And ofc i related it to taylor swift. bc i think i’m just branding my blog this way. sorry. love you.

pairing: ominis gaunt x f!slytherin!reader

“Did you get number 4 yet? I don’t understand the question.” Y/N looks at Ominis, her eyes pleading a bit.

Ominis nods curtly, his slender fingers still grazing his book. Y/N stares at Ominis, for a moment, before sliding her chair over to look at his parchment.

Ominis closes his eyes, breathing in Y/N’s perfume. Lavender. He let himself get lost in her for a moment. The proximity to Y/N was intoxicating. He hears a chair scrapping away from him, the scent going with it.

“Thank you,” Ominis can hear the smile in Y/N’s voice.

“Do you have any plans today? I heard Sebastian say something about practicing spells in the Undercroft.” Y/N asks Ominis, watching him intently. Ominis’ eyebrows furrow.

“I believe he mentioned it, yes,” Ominis pauses for a moment. His breathing a bit shaky. “Would you like to accompany me?”

Y/N thinks for a moment. While yes, she does want to spend time with Ominis, she doesn’t enjoy the constant teasing from Sebastian. Or the teasing from her uncle, Professor Black, whenever she and Ominis are in the halls.

“I don’t want to intrude-”

“You won’t be.” A small smile graces Y/N’s lips.

“Well then, I shall accompany you.”

After studying for a couple more hours, Ominis collects his things, helping Y/N get her things together as well. Before Y/N can pick up her books, Ominis takes them into his arms. Y/N began to protest before Ominis started walking, not giving her a moment to disagree with his actions.

Y/N and Ominis walk into the Defense Against the Dark Arts Tower, making their way to the secluded, odd clock. Ominis and Y/N fit into the lift, lowering them to the ground. The lift creaks and Y/N opens the gate, the metal grating against the brick.

“Hey, Ominis… and Y/N. Didn’t know you’d be joining us today.” Sebastian walks over to the pair. Y/N looks to Ominis for a moment before turning back to Sebastian.

“Yes, I hope that’s alright. Ominis asked if I liked to join.” Sebastian smirks. That same stupid damn smirk.

“Well, don’t let me stop you.” Y/N takes her books from Ominis’ arms. She walks over to a plush lounge chair she conjured at the end of last year. Y/N sets her pile of books down taking the one off the top. Advanced Charms.

‘Great’ Y/N thought to herself. She looks over to the boys who are deep in conversation before they start taking their robes off. Y/N stands, walking over offering to hang them up. Sebastian throws his at her, bending down to re-tie his shoes. Ominis gently hands his robes to her, placing his hand atop hers.

“Thank you, Y/N.” Ominis gives her a warm smile while heat rises in her chest.

“Mhmm.” That was all she could muster to say. She walks over to their makeshift coat rack and hangs up their robes, brushing out any wrinkles they might have. Sebastian’s clearly more of a mess than Ominis.

When Y/N resettles herself on the chair, she starts reading where she left off in the library. She hears the boys shuffle for a second before she notices Ominis rolling up his sleeves. She blushes to herself, trying to force herself to look back at her book, but finding herself entranced by Ominis toned forearms. Her gaze moves lower, to his hands. She knows she’s staring and she knows she should stop, but something about the way he grips his wand when he’s about to duel. She feels her body grow hot before Sebastian sends off a few spells at Ominis, to which he dodges.

Y/N breaks her gaze, allowing herself to cool off as she reads about the Aguamenti Charm.

‘It provides the user with a jet of clear, pure water, and shoots it from the tip of the caster's wand.’

‘If only it were holy water’ Y/N thinks to herself. Fanning her face from the heat of the Undercroft. While it was normally quite cold, Sebastian has a rather clear fixation with fiery spells.

“I yield! I yield!” Y/N’s head shoots up seeing Sebastian now on the ground underneath Ominis. Ominis, bending Sebastian’s leg in a way that it should not be going.

Ominis stands and brushes himself off, before lending a hand down to Sebastian.

Sebastian takes Ominis’ hand, jumping back up.

“That’s not fair. We said no tackling.” Sebastian said, pouting.

“I believe we said that last duel, not this one,” Ominis replies. Y/N stifles a laugh, knowing Sebastian was going to be all grumbly over his loss.

“Okay, let’s go again. No tackling,” Sebastian turns to Y/N. “And no ogling!” Y/N rolls her eyes but feels that familiar heat rise to her cheeks.

“I wasn’t ogling,” Y/N mutters, almost certain neither boy could hear her.

“It’s alright if you were, Y/N. I don’t mind someone seeing Sebastian’s defeat.” Ominis answers. It was rare when Ominis would gloat. However, he knew his strengths. Y/N remembers the first time she saw Ominis beat Sebastian in a duel. He was quite proud of himself but ever the gentleman, he wasn’t one to brag. However, now, he did it just to get under the freckled boys skin.

“Let’s just go again.” Sebastian brandishes his wand.

“As you wish.” Ominis, says calmly.

The boys continue to duel, this time, no tackling and no ogling. Y/N kept her eyes glued to her book. Her eyes scan the words, but not processing a single one.

‘I wasn’t staring.’ She thinks to herself. She doesn’t dare look up from her book when she hears Sebastian yell a few curses.

“Do you yield?” Ominis has Sebastian cornered.

“Like hell I’ll yield!” Sebastian sneers out.

“Have it your way.” Ominis’ calm demeanor doesn’t change. Even when he sends a fiery blast of Confringo at his best friend.

‘Deprimo. Used to blast holes into the ground.’ Y/N’s eyes are ripped from her book as she feels a sharp pain on her shoulder and yells. She tries to look down at her shoulder, which she can tell, is now bleeding.

“Y/N!” Ominis rushes over to Y/N, holding his wand to her, scanning the damage. His hand gently holds her face while he casts a quick spell, seeing if she was harmed anywhere else.

Sebastian starts rushing towards Y/N before Ominis casts Depulso at him, sending Sebastian flying into some barrels. His hand never leaves Y/N’s face.

“I have some wiggenweld. Just a moment, please.” Ominis digs in his pocket, removing his hand from Y/N. She sighs, missing the warmth of him. He finds the potion before opening it and having Y/N tilt her head back to take it. He pours it into her mouth, caressing her face once again, sliding his thumb back and forth holding her chin. Once she swallows, he plants himself in front of her, between her knees. One hand on hers, the other on her cheek.

“Are you alright?” Ominis asks, his voice quiet, nervous almost. The wiggenweld helped reduce the pain, along with the bleeding coming to a stop. The wound started repatching itself.

“Yeah! I’m fine!” Sebastian yells, standing up and dusting himself off.

“I didn’t ask you.” Ominis’ voice was never full of malice. Maybe not until now.

“I-I’m alright.” Y/N manages to say, not used to Ominis sounding angry. Not unless he was discussing his family. Even then, he sounded pained, not mad.

“See, your fiancée is fine.” Sebastian’s voice is almost teasing.

“No thanks to you.” Ominis places his wand on the lounge, bringing a hand up to Y/N’s shoulder and the other back to her face.

‘Good’ Ominis thinks to himself moving his fingers along the smooth skin of Y/N’s shoulder.

“Breathe,” Ominis says and he nudges Y/N slightly, indicating he was talking to her. She lets out a shaky breath.

“Well, I should go back to the common room. Don’t want to get in the crossfire, again.” Y/N says, glaring at Sebastian. To which he glares back at her.

“I shall walk you,” Ominis says, standing up to help Y/N stand. He takes a step back, offering his hand to her. Y/N takes it gracefully and hands Ominis his wand back. Ominis helps Y/N to her feet before taking her books off the lounge.

“But we weren't finished-” Sebastian starts before he gets cut off.

“We concluded the duel when Y/N got hurt.” Ominis starts walking to the gate of the Undercroft, Y/N following in toe. Ominis takes his robe off the rack, placing it gently over Y/N’s shoulders.

“Oh, Ominis, I’m alright-” Y/N begins to protest before Ominis interrupts her,

“Your shirt is cut, I would feel better if you were to have my robe.” Y/N just nods and looks at her feet. Ominis enters the lift and as Y/N does she sends a quick Rictusempra at Sebastian, causing him to double over in forced laughter.

Y/N smirks before feeling the lift rise, leaving the other Slytherin to deal with the effects of the spell.

The walk back to the Slytherin common room was fairly quiet. Some students were still mulling around, but not many. Y/N finds comfort in Ominis’ robes, wrapping them tighter around herself in the cold, damp dungeon hallways. When they arrive at the common room, the snake crawls up the wall, revealing the passageway. Ominis notions for Y/N to walk in first.

‘Ever the gentleman.’ She thinks before stepping into the room, descending the staircase leading to the main portion of the communal area.

“Do you want me to bring these to your room?” Ominis quietly says.

“Oh, I can take them.” Y/N places her hand on the stack of books, Ominis’ grip doesn’t relent.

“It’s really no problem.” He smiles at her.

“Well, if you insist.” Y/N walks to her dorm room, opening the door for Ominis to enter, he waits for her too. She rolls her eyes before stepping through the threshold.

“If you could place them on my desk, that would be lovely.” Y/N takes her shoes off, happily getting rid of them.

“Of course,” Ominis slides the books onto her desk before turning back to face her. “Are you sure you’re alright? I can take you to the Hospital Wing if needed.”

“Ominis, I promise, I’m okay,” Y/N takes a step towards Ominis. “Oh, before I forget…” Y/N unclasps the robe and before Ominis places his hand on Y/N’s.

“Uh… y-you can keep it. I’m sure you look better in it than I do.” Ominis’ fingers graze Y/N’s engagement ring. Y/N trains her eyes on his fingers. Focusing on the delicate touch they leave behind as he begins to fiddle with the ring.

Y/N thinks back to a time when everything seemed simpler. Before she was “technically” engaged to her now best friend and for sure not crush, Ominis Gaunt. Before she understood the weight of not being able to choose who she was going to be with for the rest of her life. Before her heart was taken by the boy in front of her.

Their first meeting was rather… odd. Ominis’ mother was nothing short of kind to Y/N. Which now, after hearing all the things she’s done to Ominis, she thinks less of her. Marvolo, Ominis’ brother, was quick to tease the two, despite him also being engaged to someone he didn’t choose. However, whenever Y/N was around, everything seemed… brighter. Ominis would engage with his family, Marvolo would be tolerable, and Y/N’s mother would stop complaining.

Now… everything was different. She knew she was going to marry the Gaunt. His last name carrying an amount of notoriety that she wasn’t entirely comfortable with. However, he seemed okay with leaving the name behind.

‘When did we get so close?’ Y/N thinks to herself. Ominis’ face was so close to hers, she could see every beauty mark, every dimple, every imperfection. Not that he had any. She barely noticed how he was now holding her hand, cradling it almost. She was too enraptured by his beauty, not only internally but externally too.

Ominis runs his fingers over Y/N’s slowly, feeling one of his family’s heirlooms on hers. A gift he had once given her. While they had been engaged since before either were born, she wasn’t required to wear a ring. Ominis could hear how people talked about her. Beautiful, smart, ambitious, talented.

Ominis wasn’t necessarily possessive, or at least he believes he’s not. So, he got the ring from his Aunt Noctua and proposed. Y/N wasn’t overly emotional when he proposed. He had to propose in front of his family so Y/N more so had to act like she was excited. Y/N’s mother was more excited than Y/N was. The Black family aren’t necessarily making waves with anyone but they were certainly influential in the wizarding society.

The Gaunts had been friends with the Black family for years. So when Mrs. Gaunt got pregnant the same time Mrs. Black did, it was the perfect opportunity for the families to conjoin.

Ominis’ hand slowly travels up Y/N’s arm, leaving a burning trail behind. He brings his hand to her face, slowly moving his thumb around her quickly blushing face.

A throat clearing made them jump away from each other. Y/N wrapped her hand around one of the poles on her bed and Ominis bringing his hand to the back of his neck.

“Hi Imelda…” Y/N pushes her chest out trying to look confident and her voice wavering slightly. Imelda lays on her bed on the other side of the room.

“Black. Gaunt.” Imelda eyes Y/N up and down, not bothering to look at the boy between them.

“Well, I should go.” Ominis scrambles out of the room quickly. Y/N and Imelda watch him go. As soon as he’s out and shuts the door, they hear his footsteps retreat down the iron stairs.

“So… just friends still?” Y/N picks up a throw pillow before tossing it at Imelda.

“Shut up.” Imelda cackles before she and Y/N start talking about their day.

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Weeks go by, snow falling harder at the encroaching holiday season. Sebastian, Ominis, and Y/N sit together in the Great Hall.

“Sebastian, can you pass the pumpkin j-” The trio is met with the familiar caw of the Gaunt owl. Noctua, affectionately named by Ominis, honoring his aunt.

An envelope, wrapped around Noctua. She lowers herself to the table, in front of Ominis.

“Hello, love,” Ominis says, bringing his hand to pet the owl for a moment. Noctua’s ruffling her feathers. Ominis carefully takes the letter off of her, a small bit of thin rope coming off with the letter. Noctua walks onto Ominis’ arm before he raises it, helping her take off.

Ominis’ fingers move across the back of the envelope, feeling the crest of the House of Gaunt. His eyebrows furrowing and a frown evident on his face.

“Family?” Y/N says quietly, placing a comforting hand to Ominis’ arm.

“Yes. I’m not particularly excited about whatever they want.”

“Do you want me to read it?” Y/N offers, placing her hand on the letter.

“If you could, thank you.” Ominis lets go and Y/N takes it. Carefully, she breaks the seal of the envelope. The letter isn’t particularly long which is slightly unusual for the family. She flipped it over and casted Revelio, hoping the spell would reveal some kind of hidden script, but no such luck. Y/N clears her throat before starting.

‘Dear My Good Son Ominis,

I expect to see you and your fiancée, Y/N over the Christmas break. Her family is not able to host her this year, so we are going to at the Gaunt Manor. Please bring warm clothes along with anything Miss Y/N may need.

Warmest Regards,

Mother’

“Well, I suppose I’m not staying with my family over the holidays,” Y/N says, disappointed. She didn’t dislike her family. They are more than tolerable. However, she doesn’t see the reason she must stay with the Gaunts and not at Hogwarts.

“We can stay here… or… or go to Feldcroft with Sebastian.” Ominis gives options, but Y/N just shakes her head.

“No, no. It’s quite alright. We can go to the Gaunt Manor. Maybe… maybe it’ll be fun.” Ominis’ hand finds Y/N’s and she gives him a comforting squeeze. Sebastian clears his throat but the two don’t pull apart.

“If you’re having a terrible time, you can always come join me and Anne.”

“Thank you for the offer, Sebastian. I’m sure everything will be fine though.” Y/N waves Sebastian off with her other hand.

“Yes, it seems my family tends to be… kinder… when you’re around.” Ominis lifts Y/N’s hand to his mouth and kisses it. He lets go and goes back to his meal. Y/N is still after he kisses her hand. A blush made its way to her face faster than a golden snitch. Sebastian seemed too engrossed in his meal to point out Y/N’s quickly reddening face.

“It’s settled then.” Y/N smiled, bringing her fork to her mouth.

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“Are you cold? Did you forget your gloves?” Ominis’ voice rings out in Y/N’s ears.

“A bit, yes and it appears I did,” Ominis frowns before taking his gloves off and putting them on Y/N’s hands.

“But now your hands will be cold, Ominis.” He holds out his arm for her to take, which she accepts. She places her other hand on his arm, bringing him closer to her for added warmth

“Better, yes?” Y/N’s face goes scarlet and stutters out,

“Y-yes. Yep. Better.”

“Lovely.”

The two walk through the gates of the Gaunt Manor. There’s a light snowfall. Y/N keeps taking quick glances at Ominis, his cheeks glowing from the cold. The air is crisp and bites at the couple's cheeks. The courtyard is surrounded by tall, ancient trees that are now adorned with a layer of powdery snow. The tree branches sway gently in the wind, causing snow to fall from the branches and create a serene atmosphere.

In the center of the courtyard, a beautiful fountain stands, now frozen over and covered in snow, giving the impression of a snow-draped sculpture. Its water spouts are now quiet, frozen in place by the cold. The snow-covered ground is a beautiful contrast of white and dark stone, with a few patches of greenery poking out here and there.

The buildings surrounding the courtyard are stately, with tall and imposing stone walls. The snow adds a beautiful accent to their already impressive architecture, creating a peaceful and idyllic winter scene. The stairs are slippery but with the hold they have on one another, they stay upright.

Y/N politely knocks on the door before placing her hand back on Ominis’ arm. The door swings open to reveal Marvolo, Ominis’ older brother.

“Y/N! Lovely to see you!” Marvolo exclaims, rushing the couple inside.

“Marvolo, how are you?” Ominis moves behind Y/N, having her shrug off her coat for him to hang up.

“I’m well, I’m well. How is Hogwarts? Are you still planning on being a professor?” Y/N giggles at the excitement of the older brother, who’s normally a pain.

“I’m not entirely sure yet-”

“Are Ominis and Y/N here?” Ominis’ eldest sister comes sliding into the room, wrapping her arms around the younger girl. The sister pushes back slightly to get a better look at Y/N.

“You look so beautiful! Oh, Merlin, I haven’t seen you in ages. You’ve gotten taller!”

“It’s been ages, it’s lovely to be here. Thank you for having me.”

“Of course. Let me go get Mother, I’ll be back in a moment.” The sister drags Marvolo out of the room to help search for their mom.

“Oh, darling, let me help you. Your tie got all crooked.” Y/N stands in front of Ominis, readjusting his tie. He takes her hands and slides the gloves off, placing them in his coat pocket before placing it on the coat rack.

“Are you alright?” Y/N whispers, her face close to Ominis’.

“I am. I’m glad you’re here.” He smiles. While, yes, he is happy she’s here with him, he does wish it were under different circumstances. Not the ones his family placed on him before he had a choice. He wishes he could bring her here as his girlfriend, not as his chosen wife. He wanted them to develop feelings over time. Now, more than anything, he’s worried she hates him for what his family has put upon them. If she did hate him though, she had a funny way of showing it.

“Well, I’m glad I’m here too. It’ll be fun. Right?” Ominis nods, not finding any words to answer her question. He raises his arm to her once again, her casually finding her place next to him as if it didn’t make Ominis’ heart beat out of his chest.

“My dear boy! Y/N! So glad you made it alright. The weather was absolutely horrible this morning. Seems you brought the sun with you.” Ominis’ mother beams at the two. Y/N can tell that she clocked the two standing close next to each other and looks more than pleased.

“Oh, yes. The trip was rather scenic.” Ominis’ mother brings Y/N in for a tight hug before moving to her son. She wasn’t a very affectionate woman but Y/N did seem to bring out a side of her that Ominis wasn’t used to.

“I’m sure, I’m glad the carriage found you both well. Did the coachmen help with your bags?” Ominis’ mother turned around snapping at a few house elves to fetch everyone some tea.

“Yes, they took them for us.” Ominis sits down, bringing Y/N down with him. He moves his hand to find hers. It wasn’t intentional, just being home reminded him of so many awful things. Of everything really. He knew his hearing would start to give out if he thought about it for too long. Y/N kept him grounded, her thumb making its way back and forth across his hand.

He’s not sure how long he’s sitting there. His hand in hers. It feels right and he knows it's right. Her giggle, the way he can hear her smile, hear her blush. The way she never stops comforting him even when she’s being bombarded with a million questions.

He felt Y/N stand and pull him to his feet. He followed her like a lost puppy. Her scent enraptured him. She made him feel safe. Even when he knew he wasn’t. The Gaunts were not people you could feel safe around. He came back to reality when the scent of lavender got lost with the scent of dinner.

Ominis pulls out Y/N’s chair for her. He then slides into his own chair, moving it as close to her as he can, not wanting to bring attention to it but needing to be near her.

Dinner, truthfully, couldn’t have been slower. Ominis was thankful for the attention to not be on him, and for Y/N to be so quick to answer. Every now and then Y/N and Ominis’ hands would brush by. Y/N knew she was blushing but she hoped everyone would just think it was because of the attention she’s receiving.

“Thank you for the dinner. I’m going to wash up and head to bed if that’s alright. Today was just a lot of traveling.” Y/N smiled and stood up, taking hers and Ominis’ plates to the kitchen.

“Of course! Marvolo will show you to your room.” Marvolo stands and ushers Y/N down the hall.

The room is dark and moody, with heavy curtains covering the windows, casting the room in a dim light. The walls are painted a deep, rich forest green and adorned with ornate patterns.

The bed is the centerpiece of the room, with a grand, four-poster bedframe made of dark wood and draped with luxurious fabrics in dark grays and greens. The bedding is piled high with plush pillows and soft, heavy blankets, creating an inviting and cozy atmosphere, despite its exterior.

The room is decorated with antique furniture, a wooden dressing table with a large mirror, a high-backed armchair, and a matching set of drawers with intricate carvings. The windows are framed with heavy drapes, adorned with tassels and fringes, which can be drawn shut to create a sense of privacy.

The lighting in the room is soft and warm, with lamps and candles casting a golden glow throughout the space. The room has a fireplace, adding warmth and comfort to the ambiance.

In the corner of the room, there’s a record player, one Y/N had brought over a few years ago.

“If you need anything, please let us know.” Marvolo flashes a quick smile before stepping out. Y/N goes over to her bags, noticing Ominis’ on the bed as well.

‘Great. This is so great. I’m… happy.’ She forgot about how she has to share the bed with the Gaunt boy every time she stays here. Even when they were younger. It’s become more comfortable now. Y/N thinks back to a time when she woke up with Ominis’ arm around her. She wanted to indulge herself, fall back asleep, but she wanted to save him the embarrassment in case he didn’t mean to do that.

“Love, are you… decent?” Y/N giggles at Ominis’ choice of words.

“Yep, come in,” She turns around and sees the door open, Ominis walks in and makes his way to the bed.

“I’m just going to shower real quick, I hope you don’t mind,” Ominis shakes his head. He hears her footsteps begin to retreat before he quickly grabs her wrist, moving to her hand. His fingers finding it’s way to his aunt's ring once again. They stay there for a moment, Y/N’s eyes studying Ominis’ face. Trying to get any sort of understanding from what's happening.

“Ominis?” Her voice is quiet.

“Thank you, for being here. I think you just make everything better by just being around. No, sorry. You do make everything better by being around.” Y/N’s face breaks out in the familiar heat once again.

“Oh, darling, you know I’ll always be around for you. Always.” She pulls him in for a hug, to which he reciprocates. Her hands slide into his hair, scratching his scalp and sending shivers down his spine. Ominis breathes her in. Wanting to get lost in her for as long as he can.

“Can we just stay here a moment?” Ominis’ voice comes out a bit shaky, afraid of her answer.

“Always.” She places a kiss on his cheek before settling her head against his chest, letting her arms drape around his neck. He keeps his arms around her waist, holding her as tight to him as he possibly can without hurting her. That is until he feels her pull away slightly.

“I’m very sorry, I didn’t mean to make you-” He gets cut off by feeling her lips press against his. Just as fast as they were there, they’re gone. Y/N’s eyes try to read his face and she bites her lip, waiting for him to say something.

Anything.

“Ominis, I-” Before Y/N can continue, Ominis’ mouth is on hers, it's as if time stands still for them. The pining, the fingertips brushing, the shared nights. Their embrace is passionate, yet tender, as if they are savoring each and every moment. The electricity between them is palpable, their bodies pressing against each other as they hold on tightly, unwilling to let go.

Their kiss is filled with a mix of intensity and tenderness, as if they are trying to convey all the emotions they've been feeling for so long through this one act. Ominis’ hands pull Y/N closer as her hands get lost in his hair. They've both been waiting for this moment, and the anticipation has been building up for so long that it's almost overwhelming. It’s dizzying. Their kiss is filled with longing and desire, yet it's also filled with a sense of relief and contentment.

As they finally break apart, their foreheads rested against one another as they try to catch their breath. They know that they've finally crossed a threshold and that their lives will never be the same again. They hold each other tightly, basking in the warmth of each other's embrace, and knowing that they will never have to be apart again.

“Uh, I uhm… I kinda like you, Ominis.” Y/N manages to say once she gets her breathing fairly under control. While it’s not exactly what she was feeling, she felt as if she needed to say something.

“If I can be honest, I think I’m in love with you.” Ominis steps back slightly, taking Y/N’s hands in his. He slides the ring off her finger before getting down on one knee.

“I know we’ve done this before, however, then I didn’t have the right words to say to you. I didn’t know how to tell you that I am in love with you. I believe I was then as well, and now, it’s only grown. You’ve been there for me when I couldn’t be for myself. You talk to me as if I’m anyone else, yet, I feel special whenever you talk to me. Your aura is intoxicating. I find it hard to not be near you. The moment you leave, I lose a part of me. I long for the moments when you’re near me again. I think I was okay with our arrangement in the past couple of years because I knew, even if you hated me, I would be yours. I didn’t care how much you didn’t want to be around me because I knew my heart would still belong to you. Maybe it was pure destiny that we are to be wed. Maybe it’s dumb luck. But if I get to spend the rest of my life with you, I would do it. I will be whoever you need me to be. I’d leave my family behind. I’ll go wherever you want. I just want to be with you, love.”

Y/N’s eyes swell with tears that immediately pour over, she pulls Ominis up from his knees and kisses him softly.

“Will you be mine?” Ominis whispers against her mouth, holding the ring in his hand still.

“Darling, I was always yours.” Ominis breaks out into a smile before pulling Y/N into a kiss again. He slides the ring onto her finger before bringing his hands to her hair, tangling it. Y/N brings her hands to his chest before she feels his tongue slide into her mouth, deepening the kiss. Ominis pulls back suddenly.

“Oh, fuck.”

“Ominis!” Y/N not used to hearing Ominis curse. “What?”

“I owe Sebastian 100 Galleons.”

[weepingchronicles]

platonic yandere best friend headcanons

a/n: hi everyone :) im working on requests but it might take awhile since I've been busy. I just wanted to do this short lil post since I had the idea tw/cw: yandere behavior, stalker behavior, taking of ones belongings?

Platonic yandere friends are so special to me since they toe the line of what's normal in a friendship but are able to get away with more, I feel like? You share everything with your friends, your deep thoughts, your inner self that even your s/o and parents don't know about.

Partly I believe this is because they're your equals and you just feel more comfortable sharing stuff like that because your parents are more authority figures and sharing everything with your s/o might be embarrassing, at least to me.

You become very close with your new friend, to the point you don't even remember how you guys met and became so close. I think yandere best friend easily weasels their way into your life, gaining personal information that you've never told anyone before, yet told them.

Stuff like this creates a very tight bond, when you share trauma and embarrassing things you feel like you've known yandere best friend your whole life

And everything is great, until...

For the purpose of this post, let's say you have other friends, maybe not as close as yandere best friend but friends nonetheless! Yandere best friend is tolerant of your other friends, maybe even friends with them too, but all of that friendliness disappears if they feel threatened in the position as YOUR one best friend.

It starts off as nitpicking, waiting for them to mess up somehow.

Wow, they canceled on you that one time? That's rude. They don't invite you to everything and everywhere they go!? That is so shady!

Once they truly mess up somehow, coincidental or not, yandere best friend tells you to cut them off. Which you do, because they're your best friend! They're just looking out for you.

Yandere best friend is very possessive and protective of you! They might be the 'mom friend' but literally only for you. They even carry a separate bag for you in case anything happens.

You get hurt? Here's a band aid. Forgot perfume or need any makeup? They got you, even your favorite brands, of course they know what products you use, they're your best friend! (Totally didn't take pictures of everything you use to buy later on.)

They insist on always paying for you! Probably even makes a list on things you randomly mention you want just for them to gift you it on your birthday or Christmas. They don't expect anything in return but it's so difficult when they go all out for you and you got them a couple gifts. (They treasure it more than anything.)

If for some reason they don't have enough money to buy you dinner or something, they get insanely embarrassed!

One thing they do take advantage of, though, is your home. Specifically your bedroom. It is such a safe space for them, they swear they sleep better when you're right next to them. They often come over whenever you're there(or not) even if it's just to laze around and scroll on your phones. You probably even gift them a key to your house since they come over all the time.

They want you to have a very specific view on them. This may include coming from an abusive home which makes you let them over to your house often, wanting it to be a safe space for them. Whether it's true or not, they can't lie that it benefits them!

People often mistake you for a couple, whether you're same-sex or not. You find it uncomfortable but yandere best friend doesn't mind!

I mean, are you even really friends if people don't assume you're together?

Not to say yandere best friend has feelings for you, it's just that they don't care? All they want is you, if you gain romantic feelings for them they'll even be in a relationship with you, afraid that if they reject your bond will break.

If you get together with someone else though they'll be insanely protective. They don't think anyone is good enough for you and will poke and prod at your s/o, trying to find any flaws they can.

The most annoying behavior is probably their clinginess, when they're not with you they often text or facetime. They like facetime better or calling since they get worried over text. (what if you're secretly mad at them cause you responded with 'k' instead of "okay!!"?)

They get INSANELY worried if you don't respond or call them back. First, they spam you with calls, messages, even debating to call the police. They decide to check your house, using their keys to your home.

If you're still not home, they have no choice but to wait on you, the worry and anxiety turning into anger. Why the fuck aren't you responding!?

You come home after your busy day and go into your room.

Right as you turn the lights on is yandere best friend there going all like "what are you doing? where were you??" and you literally almost died from a heart attack.

It's super annoying to constantly check your phone in case your friend is worried about you over a "gut feeling" they had. You think about taking back the keys you gave them but they already made tons of multiples

All in all, just go along with everything they say and it'll be fine. They are less deranged than romantic yanderes as they probably won't kill for you. They prefer manipulation and sneaking around to get what they want, but killing people for you... they definitely would- but the job is much easier if you already think everyone is out to get you or toxic- other than your best friend of course!

A unique thing about yandere best friend is that if something major happens the friendship might not last. It turns into their dark obsessed enemies situation. They hate how your friendship ended whether it was your fault or theirs(most likely) but they still can't shake off their obsession towards you. They become much more secretive and manipulative and mean. They keep tabs on you however they can if they can't physically be around you. Whether that's social media or just plan ol' stalking your schedule. They remove all your friends by starting rumors or talking badly about you, you have no one.

Finally you break, guilt and loneliness overcoming you to the point where you apologize to yandere best friend and hope to rekindle your friendship whether it was your fault or not that it had ended.

Of course, they forgive you! But don't expect it to come without consequences, they are much meaner to you and keep a closer eye. If they suspect you distancing from their grip again, they don't beg and sob for your friendship like before- instead forcing you into their grasp, who else will be your friend except for them?

They guilt and humiliate you all in the means of you being beside them, and cuz it feels good to punish you for even trying to leave their side.

They are much more clingy and touchy, wanting to make up for lost time spent apart.

You better pinkie promise your loyalty because they are not letting go of you ever.

[tsukiboo]

how good do the blue lock boys be smelling?? (another random hc post)

bc i saw on tiktok that sae smells like dior and i was like U DEAD RIGTH

isagi

honestly he doesn’t really fw cologne like that. his mom got him one for christmas but he only wears it for formal events. mainly jst smells regular if we being honest

nagi

mans smells like laundry detergent or baby powder, there’s no in between. has the simplest shit known to man and isn’t bothered with cologne or extravagant scents bc he thinks it’s “too much”

bachira

for some ODD reason he always smells like oranges.. like that smell when someone around you is peeling oranges that’s what he smells like or just an all around citrus scent

chigiri

everyone can already guess that he smells absolutely A1, (mainly bc of his hair) but he has a signature scent that he never strays from. despite his pretty appearance he prefers woodsy scents, like amber or patchouli

shidou

(i already did him but i WILL do him again) idc what y’all think he smells GOOOD, like a warm musky vanilla (bc he be using my perfume)

rin

jst smells like soap tbh…

sae (can also apply to reo as well)

ever since i saw that ppl say he smells expensive HE DOES. IK IT. he’s been playing all over the world and you don’t think he didn’t pick up some expensive shit?? cmon. def uses brands like tom ford or sauvage dior

aiku and kunigami….

let’s be honest… let’s be real… this man uses axe.

barou

smells soooooo good, loves a clean fresh scent rather than overpowering cologne. (we all know his shower routine is top TEIR, man be using the best soaps out there)

[myspideyboy]

( darkness and the light )

Tw/warnings: mention of dark thoughts, hinted murder (puzzle it together yall, context clues), dark peter, these thoughts shouldn't be glorified! Or acted on yall, murders not fun. It's not nice. Most likely spelling errors it's 5am here I haven't slept

(Short one shot!)

[ au ]*peter and y/n are 22*

Dark Peter parker x g/n reader

Summary| Peter will never admit to obession. Obession made you sick, and he wasnt sick. He was simply in love, thats it. He had been in love with y/n since he was 16, and love always has justified actions. Because if you wouldn't do absolutely everything for who you love, do you really love them?

(Gif not mine!!)

Y/n was truly just a work of art to Peter. How couldn't they be? Their hair color was the first to catch his eyes, (given the fact peter was taller) but it's how he was always able to spot them from afar. Their eyes darting around in awe or curiosity when Peter would show something he found cool (like a new lego set he just finished), or how they gave out the loudest laugh at some dumb joke he would make. It was only ever y/n, only ever been them since the two were 16. They were new to the school, brand new to the whole city. It was a strong scent of strawberry pomegranate perfume that greeted peter first, an over powering sweet smell but one that pulled peter straight in. It pulled him straight in to fall head over heels, which he deemed as puppy love at first, then simply a crush. Never an obsession, or unhealthy love. Never that, because that was simply too sick. And peter parker wasn't a sick person, he was a hero! He helped people, it was what he did best, that's what he did for y/n.

Despite how badly he loved them, he would admit they were absolutely clueless for what was good for them. Or who was good for them. He was stuck in the friendzone for years, and even warning the poor lovesick person he fell for having heart eyes for some bastrad that wasn't worth their time.

Peter's arms were always a place for y/n to fall into and cry. Peter's arms were the ones holding them close, whispering sweet nothings, promises of "karma will get them, I'm here" "don't worry about that asshole, okay? They can't do anything to you" and peter was always right.

Being quiet and quick on his feet, being able to sense danger, being so quick in a fight always came in handy to be the karma their exes so deeply deserved. Peter just wanted what was best for y/n, and he always made sure to give it them. It's why they've been dating for a year now, 3 years of chasing after them lead them to be dating for a full year. Of course they had their up and downs, every couple does but peter always made sure it was all okay at the end of the day. It's what he always done.

Peter laid with his head leaning against the couch armrest, with their beloved partner curled up in their chest. Peter paid attention to the movie y/n decided to watch, it was their turn to pick so it was only fair peter paid attention even if it was the fourth time watching Alice in wonderland in a row for their pick.

But peter being peter, he noted their favorite movies.

–horror movies meant y/n was in the mood for excitement, to be on edge for what type of surprise was waiting to be revealed.

–Rom coms were a rare thing in the house hold, but it was when they needed a good cry or they found it on tiktok and think it would be amazing to watch with peter.

–Children movies though...children movies, especially y/n favorite childhood classics meant they were trying to distract themselves from something.

Which peter assumed it was work, it was the busy seasons to be fair. Christmas being right around the corner only made retail shoot up in sales, and despite peter saying he had everything covered (they didn't need to know how he would keep them okay, they never did before, so there wasnt a point now.) He knew how independent their beloved was, so it never was truly a problem.... Well, there was one problem. Of course the problem had a name, a ugly name that sent Peter mind into a dark fog. A fog he hated but knew it was necessary to protect who he loved. But! He rarely did hear this name of that said problem, so it wasn't really ever a problem Peter had to take care of immediately.

"Fucking day off and I can't get rest" a upset mumble seem to follow after a buzz of a phone that was set on vibrate for this movie night.

Before Peter could react he felt the warmth leave his chest and a small light from the phone he was hoping they wouldn't pick up. It lit up their feautres Peter enjoyed seeing so dearly, but not in this way. Never like this.

Irritated, eyebrows furrowed, eyes squinting to read the text message and the one who had decided to send the message. "Is it work again?" Peter asked, his actual concern for this being some type of work emergency was perfect to cover his own upset feeling at who this could possible be. It was like he already knew, because the words to leave their lips sent Peter's mind back into the dark fog he never really got used to showing up so quickly.

"No–..well, kinda? It's Ron, and I think it's some type of emergency since he's the one that closes but it's always asking me for drinks or some stupid shit like that an–" before this annoyed rant could continue, Peter took the screen that killed the perfect mood of the happy couple and set it down back where it laid on the coffee table just moments before. "Don't worry about him, hon..alright?" Peter spoke, his tone always so sweet, so calm and soft when speaking to the person who sat with him. The look in Peter's eyes was always so welcoming as well when looking just innto their eyes. The eyes of who held his heart in their hands, just like how Peter held their face so delicately in his.

It was always so welcoming, that it never alarmed any bells in y/n that should have been screaming "alert!alert!" years ago. It what kept Peter's dark thoughts and acts in the darkness where it belonged. Because y/n was the light, and no light like them deserved the knowledge of how close the darkness was. The heavy sigh that left their lips, they way they leaned their forehead against Peter's while their shoulders gave into the relaxed feeling showed peter, that they were truly his.

Wrapped around his finger just like he was wrapped around theirs.

"You know...I can scare him a little? Who wouldn't be scared of me?" Peter laughed made it seem like a joke, the way he gave a fake angry look just added onto the joke. It was enough to make y/n laugh, their head moving back to see Peter's face fully. "Oh, yeah, for sure. Everyone's scared of you petey, even the boogeyman shivers at your name" y/n teased, giving into this playful act. It was all a joke to them, because of course it was.

Peter was nothing but a sweet heart, a boy who built Lego sets back in high-school and now was currently enrolled in college. A guy who picked up their partner at anytime of day from their job so they can be safe, a guy who kept his spider identity a secret from everyone but the ones closes to him. Because he wasnt the best at keeping secrets he found exciting. An absolute sweetheart.

And that's all peter needed them to believe. As long as they believed this was a joke, the scariest parts of his mind laid in the open as some joke, because Peter was a sweetheart. Not a sick person. Not a bad person like the people he fought to keep others safe.

there wouldn't be questions of peter staying out later in his nightly patrol. No questions on how Ron ended up hurt, maybe even missing. Depends how much time the boy would have, how his mood changed when seeing Ron.

Peter kept everything okay, and if y/n needed to believe peter was a sweetheart who couldn't hurt a fly, to be okay. To be okay in their small studio apartment and in this littlw world peter made for the two of them. Then he'll keep it that way. Because that what peter always did, feed the lies to their fantasy so he can keep his. A win win at the end of it. The darkness kept his light happy, and the light kept blinded at the idea of the scary darkness was the one they woke up to every morning.

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A/n| heyyy! I haven't posted in like🧍‍♂️ two years, so Jesus christ. And dark peter being my comeback??? Who expected that! This was in my drafts before no way home came out SOOO this was LOOONG ago, and I just fixed it up🙏 my writing was so horrible and I feel like none of yall told me to be nice, but I still love yall <3

[chasingjill]

resident evil 4 remake - what each character would be doing on christmas headcanons !

ada wong

she wouldn't be too big on celebrating, although she would treat herself with the money she got from missions. she would buy herself new clothes (she's a fashion icon), jewellery, perfume, makeup etc.

if she felt like it, she might even send leon a little present, even if it's not much it's the thought that counts. it'd be a small token of her love to show she still thinks about him, since they rarely see eachother.

ashley graham

she would LOVE christmas and celebrating it, it's one of her favourite holidays if not her favourite. she would always make sure to have the decorations up, christmas music playing from her record player as soon as it's december 1st.

she would spend the day with her father, opening the gifts he bought her which she deeply appreciates. she'd even buy him gifts, wanting to show how much she appreciates him, especially after the incident of her being kidnapped.

since she's rich (obviously being the president's daughter and all), she would buy her friends big gifts, like a brand new phone. she would say she's sorry that she couldn't get much, despite it being more than most people can afford.

she would probably even make a little handmade gift for leon, wanting it to be made herself instead of something she bought as it's more meaningful that way.

albert wesker

i can't imagine him being much of a festive guy, he wouldn't really celebrate. he'd take the day to have a rest and break, lying in bed for most of the day (he's an old man okay leave him alone).

ingrid hunnigan

much like wesker, i feel she wouldn't celebrate as much, but she would spend time with her family if they wanted her to. when she got back though, she'd definitely rest and just lay in bed, thankful she doesn't have to deal with leon's jokes for a day.

leon scott kennedy

in re2 remake, he definitely loved christmas, it was his favourite holiday. but by re4 remake, he began to not have time for those things, working for the d.s.o and all. he would take the day off to finally have a break from it all, drinking alcohol and getting drunk most of the day (are we even surprised?).

if ada did send him a gift, he would do the same cute smile he done when she gave him the key for the jet ski. he hadn't had time to buy or make anything himself, he felt bad about it but knew she wouldn't mind anyway.

luis serra navarro

same as ashley, he would LOVE christmas. he would be singing all the popular christmas songs like last christmas, all i want for christmas is you, rockin' around the christmas tree etc. he would have all the decorations up, although it would make him a little sad sometimes he didn't have loved ones to share the christmas joy with anymore.

merchant

he would have the best sales on around christmas time, especially after because he knows people are gonna be spending all their money.

he would even sell some little christmas keychain charms to put on your case, which are super cute (both ashley and luis would buy them if they could).

he'd also put some christmas lights on his setup, along with a tiny slow globe.

sorry if these are ooc this is my first time making headcanons💔 its very obvious i love ashley just from this post

tags :: @videogamesluver @gori-thegorilla

[lalalala514]

Famous reader surrounded by yanderes

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Cant help but imagine famous reader surrounded by yanderes.

Yandere actors who pray every morning and night that they get to act in a movie with you in it, and oh~ to be your love interests would send them over the moon! They would probably faint when reading their scrip and seeing you as their love interests. And when they are done with their role as your love interest they would watch edits and read fanfics where fans ship the two of you, imagining being next to you once again.

Yandere directors however would not let this (you having a love interest) happen often. Seeing you act all lovely and sweet -even if it’s just for the camera- makes their heart break into a million pieces, and if they can prevent it, they will.

Yandere directors who make movies or series with you in mind. Some of the best movies and stories to ever exist (according to everyone who knows you, which is everyone) was made while thinking about you. Not only do they make stuff inspired by you and your whole being, they make things you want to act in or see. Want to watch a Christmas movie in the middle of summer? Within the next few hours dozens (maybe even hundreds) of movies are in the making.

Yandere singers who write songs while thinking about you and end up making some of the best songs they have ever written and produced. Some artist even changing their music style (ether completely or for a few song) hoping and praying you will listen to them.

Yandere CEOs/luxury brands making clothes, jewelry, makeup and perfumes just for you. Competing with each other constantly about whom’s clothes and products you will wear/use the most. And around important events (red carpet, met gala, Fashion week, Oscars, Grammys, etc) they are fighting over who you are gonna wear. And every time they make you custom pieces, something new and unique ever single time. And if it so happens you do not wish to keep the outfit, they will make sure to place it in a secure place and take care of it like it is the most important thing in the world which it is. And they make sure that no one will ever ever get a hold of them.

Yandere models who starve themselves, take drugs, train, anything so they can have the “perfect body” hoping and praying to walk next to you in a fashion show or take a photo shoot with you. Sometimes even threatening other models to get information if you are gonna be there. And if it so happens you are watching the show, they will make sure to do they best and most iconic walk.

Yandere talk show host and interviewers who mention you at least once (and lasts a minimum of 15 minutes) every time they are shooting, just letting everyone know what you have been up to lately and just talking about how cute you are.

Yandere talk show host and interviewers who can barley act professional when talking about you let alone when are in front of them, on their show/interview. They feel like they are on cloud 9 while you are simply sitting in front of them. Their flushed checks and widen pupils threw you off at the beginning of your career, but now that you have gotten used to it you simply take the lead in the conversation/interview.

[bestperfumesgenericperfumes]

Should you give women’s perfumes for Christmas to a woman?

Like alternative luxuries in life, all and sun dry features a distinctive expertise with fragrances. Please accept these points before shopping women’s perfumes for Christmas as a gift as a result of you do not need to form a chic mistake:

How often times will the user use scented items?

What forms of scents natural or perfumed does she enjoy?

What reasonably lifestyle job included does an individual lead?

Age of an individual

You should have a rough understanding concerning giving scented merchandise currently that you have more experienced these four queries. To gain a fuller image of a possible present, I might additionally counsel learning your preferred ones’ hobbies and interests.

Deodorant sticks, sprays, and shower gels ought to solely tend as gifts if they’re packaged with the fragrance, as I already explained in my post on the best public convenience women’s perfumes for Christmas presents.

This is as a result of to the actual fact that we have a tendency to most likely have already got a lot of those things, and giving somebody best women’s perfumes for Christmas can cause you to appear additional thoughtful and unforgettable.

[cthulhu-calling]

Wedding Bells II

Wanda Maximoff x female!Reader

Summary : Your best friend is getting married. You’re beyond elated. And he asked you to be his best man. But there’s a catch. The maid of honour is the woman you were with for two years. The woman you were going to get down on one knee and ask to spend the rest of your life together. The woman who cheated on you, smashing your heart into millions of tiny pieces. Can you truly make it down the aisle with her on your arm?

Warnings : fluff, angst, cheating

Author’s Note : This story has elements of cheating, maybe a graphic description further down the road. The reader is female and has no particular race or body type so feel free to imagine yourself (though I write with woc in mind).

I spent a long time staring at pictures of Kathryn Hahn's face to figure out her eye colour (not that I truly mind) so y'all better appreciate my dedication.

Word Count : 1265

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Preparations for the wedding are in full swing, but you have surprisingly little to do. You never realised that most of the work is taken over by the bride’s side. You’re thankful for it, you suppose. You’re kept in the loop, sure, but you never actively contribute. You’re glad, you couldn’t imagine having to interact with Wanda regularly. That one voicemail was enough to drive you up the fucking wall. You never did end up replying to it. You thought about it a lot though. Even found yourself going back and listening to it but the initial anger was replaced by something else. Something you didn’t want to dwell too long on or God forbid you act on those feelings. It was best to keep your distance until it was absolutely necessary or unavoidable for you to interact with her. 

Bucky and Natasha’s engagement party was this weekend. You were as ready as you’d ever be. You’d gotten a brand new outfit, an emerald green jumpsuit with a halter neck and mostly open back. The colour looked beautiful on you and you had just the right heels to pair with it. You were going to get your hair done professionally the day before too, putting it up high so that you could really show off your outfit. You were leaving no stone unturned. There was only one problem : a date. You needed one ASAP. You could ask your friend from work, Carol, to come along. You knew how much Wanda despised her but Carol tends to get a bit handsy when she has a couple of drinks in her, as the entire office witnessed at the Christmas party last year. So, she was not an option. You need to find yourself a date, fast. Peggy had offered to introduce you to her cousin, Sharon, and you’d jumped on the idea. She was a total smokeshow, that woman. You’d met her before, at Peggy and Steve’s wedding but back then you had no idea she was into women. You were going out to meet her at your favourite bar downtown for a drink. Casual, laid back. Peggy had already told her you were looking for a date and she seemed fine with it so that was half your work already done for you. 

That evening, you meet Sharon for a drink and you must admit, she’s just as gorgeous as you remember. She stands up to greet you, pulling you close for a hug and you can smell the sweet perfume on her. The shorts she’s wearing hug her figure amazingly and her top is low cut enough to give a teasing hint of cleavage. She’s pure seduction with legs that seem to go on for miles and perfectly styled blonde waves. 

The date seemed to be going well but honestly, you found something off about her. You tried to push the feeling down, thinking it’s because you’re still kind of stuck on Wanda but no, it kept bubbling up to the surface. And for good reason too. Alarm bells started going off in your brain the moment she asked what your financial situation was like. You wanted to tell her it was none of her business, or make some dumb joke about how that was a more third date kind of line of questioning but instead you told her just what she was itching to hear. God, you wish you had a spine.

“It’s okay, I get by,” you shrug and the look of pure joy that takes over her face is blinding.

“How would you feel if I told you that I have a business opportunity for you that’s going to make you a lot of money?” she asks gleefully. 

You should’ve ended the date then and there but your lack of a goddamn spine came through and you sat and listened to her whole spiel, telling her you were interested in selling nutritional supplements as a side hustle to make extra money and that you’d get back to her soon. She left pretty satisfied after that and it was safe to say that you hate yourself.

You were getting sick of this. Another failed first date. You plop yourself down on the bar stool and the bartender, and your friend, Agatha, greets you with a quirk of her perfectly plucked eyebrow. 

“What was wrong with this one?” She asks, setting a tall glass of seven and seven in  front of you, on the house, she says. 

“Is it too much to ask to not get roped into an MLM recruitment on the first date? I mean, save that shit for the tenth date, at least,” you say as you take a rather large sip from your glass. 

“It happens to,” she trails off before sighing, “Actually, it does not happen to all of us,” she finishes with a snort.

“I’m cursed,” you groan, sipping from the straw.

“You’re not cursed, you’re just special,” she says sympathetically, patting your hand before going to the other end of the bar to attend to another customer. 

“So, who was she?” Agatha asks.

“Sharon. She’s my friend Peggy’s cousin. I didn’t even know she was into women,” you shrug.

“Hmm, maybe she was just trying to get a new member for her cult. What do they sell anyway?” 

“Nutritional supplements or like gummies or something, I wasn’t listening,” you grumbel, biting the straw. 

“Well, you need to wade through a sea of cheaters and recruiters to finally find the one. And you’re young, you have time,” she says. Agatha was older than you, by ten years at least. You were turning thirty this year and she seemed closer to forty, though you’d never ask her.

“Not really. I need a date for my friends Bucky and Nat’s wedding. My ex is gonna be there too,” you say, blowing bubbles into your drink.

“The one who cheated on you?” she asks, wiping down the counter.

“Yeah, and last I heard, she’s still with that old guy she cheated on me with,” you sigh, holding your head in your hands in despair. A warm hand encircles your wrist, making you look up. Agatha’s looking at you with a mischievous smile and you realise that you never noticed before just how pretty her eyes were. They were a pale grey and if you weren’t so close to her, one might even mistake them for blue. 

“So, you need a date for this wedding to make your ex realise what she’s missing, right?” She’s outright smirking now, a twinkle to her eyes in mirth.

“Yeah, what are you suggesting?” you frown, confusion lacing your tone.

“I think I might have an idea of exactly who can help you,” she says and you must say, you’re intrigued. You’ve never heard her speak like this, so giddy, almost evil. She was easy going and while you weren’t extremely close to her, you knew her well enough to know she wouldn’t cause you any harm, not intentionally.

“Really? And who might that be? If you’re about to suggest a shrink, I have a rather colourful array of words to offer,” you squint your eyes at her, wondering where she’s going with this.

“Darling, no one short of the good Lord up above can help you but for this situation, I know who can,” she says as she lets go of your wrist, knowing that she has your full attention. 

‘Well? Spit it out already,” you demand impatiently.

With a dramatic flourish of her hands, she says in a sultry tone “Me, darling, who else?” 

[secondgenerationnerd]

Pretty good answers :) got some more if that’s ok?

1: who’s the strongest & weakest in omega?

2: how long have they been a team?

3: for Christmas, what’s the best gift they ever gotten?

4: who puts the Star on top of the tree when with their own families?

5: what’s their favorite Christmas movies?

6: what’s their favorite thing to do during the winter?

Ooooo

1. In terms of powers, Jon’s strongest and Lian/Damian weakest.

Interms of ABILITY I’d actually put Jon at the weakest. I think he relies on his powers too much to make up for any lack of skill, compared to Damian or Lian, who are able to keep up with their powered friends, or Mar’i, who was raised around the Batfam and can fight with or without her powers.

In terms of intelligence, the twins at the top with a combined IQ of 386. Colin is only at the bottom compared to the others, but don’t let that fool you. He’s the smartest when it comes to knowing the streets.

Basically, they’re all the best in one area and the weakest in another.

2. They formed when Lian (the oldest) was 13, and Mar’i (the Youngest) was almost 12, so factor that in when reading any of my fics

3. Oooooo

Milagro—Mar’i met her fashion idol at a gala (wearing one of Milagro’s designs) and managed to get her a summer internship with her. Milagro kissed Mar’i in her excitement 😂

Irey/Jai—light sabers. Like the really high tech ones. They’ll wear their Hanboks and act like they’re in a KDrama

Colin—first year they were a team, all their parents planned a surprise for him. His teammates got him fun presents, but the parents? The parents helped him get his friends nice presents, then got him furniture and clothes that were all brand new. Just for him. He hugged each of them and kept crying because he wasn’t expecting the love.

Damian—A little before Christmas (I made his birthday the same as mine, December 10th) but his favorite gift was adoption papers from Selina

Lian—Singing with her dad, after getting a new song book and guitar. It made her feel really safe and close with him

Jon— a copy of his favorite Ma Recipes. She wrote them each by hand for him and gave it with a kiss

Mar’i—she found Kor’i’s old stocking the first year on earth. Dick hung it up and, on Christmas morning, it was filled with all Kor’i’s favorite things….including the perfume she always wore. Mar’i was so excited

4. Ooo colin is always invited to everyone house and has turned into Abuse to put the star on a tree

Mar’i, again first year, didn’t fully understand when they said “Star goes on top” so she flew to the top. Usually it switches up every year between all the bat kids. Damian helps Bruce set up and light the menorah

Milagro usually puts the star on top, with Jaime lifting her.

Lian and Roy absolutely, without a question in my mind, fire an arrow into the ceiling with the star hanging over the tree

Irey and Jai also switch up

For Jon’s family, it’s usually Ma

5. Every year, without fail, they watch Klaus on Netflix. Omega also has one day they turn in Hallmark movies and just….exist.

6. Oooo depends.

Milagro (Texas girl through and through) despises the cold. She spends most her days inside knitting or embroidering. Damian is usually with her if he’s not training. He also learned to knit thanks to her and they enjoy just watching telanovelas together.

Mar’i is fascinated by the snow so she’s usually out and about. Jon takes her ice skating every year (which she’s awful at but he’s actually really good)

The twins, Lian, and Colin? Out side having snowball fights.

There has been a snowball fight amongst all omega while their families were around. Full powers, complete chaos, and the most fun they’ve ever had

[mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess]

New Years' Party

"What will you wish for at midnight this New Years'?" Wei Ying asked as he brushed his hair in front of the vanity mirror in their bedroom, careful not to ruin the soft curls he had so painstakingly styled with his new Dyson. Turns out, the thing worked just a bit differently to Wei Ying's good ol' off-brand curling iron that died just before Christmas (and that prompted Lan Zhan to get him a new, high end one because "you deserve the best I can afford, Wei Ying").

"You." Lan Zhan responded as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, fixing his cufflinks in the full body mirror next to the bed. (And yes, they did have a full body mirror besides the vanity... for reasons).

"You already have me." A fond laugh as he reached to put on a tiny bit of lip gloss on - and watching Lan Zhan follow the movement in the mirror's reflection as he came up behind Wei Ying to embrace him.

"I want to keep you." And a kiss to the side of his neck accompanied the confession. "Forever."

Wei Ying turned his head enough to meet his husband's lips in a short kiss. "Then you already have your wish, you won't ever get rid of me."

But before Lan Zhan could pull him into another kiss, more passionate this time, Wei Ying disentagled himself from his arms and reached for a bottle of perfume in a little drawer. "However, we cannot miss another family function, Lan Zhan, and we both know that's what will happen if you keep kissing me."

Lan Zhan pouted only a little bit, sighing as he walked into their adjacent dressing room to look for a watch to pick for his outfit.

Wei Ying laughed a bit to himself and took a final look in the mirror, as Lan Zhan emerged with his blazer on and a Lan emblem brooch on his blue silk tie. Wei Ying smiled knowingly as he noticed Lan Zhan had chosen the watch he got him for Christmas a few days ago.

"You clean up nice." Wei Ying remarked, flirtatious, as he pretended to fix his husband's tie. The closeness had both of their hearts pick up, the tension arousing. "I'm going to love taking this off you when we get back."

"Mn." An emphatic squeeze to Wei Ying's ass. "Likewise."

(They kissed at midnight wishing for one another again that year, as they had done many times before. And if they kissed a bit too long under the fireworks show and left the party a bit too early... well, at least they got to start the new year right!)

[saunne]

Perfumes

Mom found back in her pocket one of those little papers to test the perfumes that she had made me smell last week. The perfume in question already smelled amazing last week and it still smells amazing now and holy shit I have a physical need to own this perfume. I'm normally quite loyal to a "small" French brand that makes fairly simple perfumes (things that are too complex or too strong tend to give me migraines + they make small bottles for 10 euros, which allows me to change fragrances regularly without breaking the bank) but there. THERE.

"Un bois vanille" by Serge Lutens. Mexican black vanilla, sandalwood and licorice. The fucking best thing I ever smelled.

This perfume just ticks all the boxes in terms of satisfying smell in my brain and I have never wanted to smell a perfume on myself so badly. Cause, like, I like perfumes. I LOVE perfumes. I have a sensitive nose so smelling good/having things that smell good easily accessible helps a lot in everyday life. I usually wear perfume more for my own comfort than for that of the people around but damn this smell is just right.

Just. It smells fucking sexy, okay ? My ace ass doesn't even have the need to feel sexy, but this smell is just. Ugh. This is the kind of scent I would want to have to make people around swoon if the world was a fucking Omegaverse. We've reached that point of toddler-brain screaming "WANT WANT WANT".

But fuck it, next sales or if I see it in a second-hand resell, I'll buy it. It's very, very far out of my usual price range but for now, when it comes to expensive perfumes, I'm like my mother: if we find one that we like and we stick, stick, stick to it. Mom wore the same perfume for 20 years until production was discontinued.

Fortunately, I was able to secure two full replacement days in the coming weeks and with my birthday and Christmas coming up, I should be able to put a nice nest egg aside to pay for at least 50 ml.

Anyways, if you have time to loose, I had fun listing all my perfumes under the cut with what they smell / what I think of it.

Montblanc Legend : My very first perfume after starting my transition, it's what helped me the most to feel good about myself when I had really bad dysphoria. It's a very, very rich fragrance, with a fougere/lavender/citrus top note, a floral rose/jasmine heart and an end note of oakmoss. Now that my nose has become even more sensitive, I have difficulty wearing it, but I still like it.

After that, all hail Adopt Perfumes lmao

At The End Of The World : Lavender, tonka bean, coconut wood and incense. Very "warm" and a little sweet, it is quite heady and a more “autumn” scent.

Blue Suit : Grapefruit, Apple, Violet Leaf, Vetiver. Very sharp and fresh, my mother hates it (she can't stand violet leaf) so I tend to avoid it around her. More of a spring scent.

I bought these two at the same time, for my first birthday after starting testosterone if I remember correctly. The first was my daily perfume for a very long time while I rather used the second, more lively and fresh, for more specific moments, like job interviews.

Hypnotique Incense : Pepper, Frankincense, Cistus Labdanum. Worn quite rarely, mostly when I'm in a witchy mood. Best smell to have around when I do my oracle readings. Very, very heady unfortunately, tends to cause me headaches and even a nosebleed once.

Vanilla Bourbon : Vanilla, Almond and Iris. One of my favorites from last year and what I wore almost all summer. Very very sweet, I smell like candy. Got a lot of compliments on that one.

Ravaging Vanilla : Amber vanilla, cognac and oak wood. I smell like a prohibition style bar with this one lmao. Much more intense and marked than my other vanilla perfume, I wear it on my most "masc" days. Smelling kinda like alcohol draws funky looks though.

Marrakech Royal : Cinnamon, orange blossom, tobacco and amber. My most recent purchase, because I wanted to smell spices because 🍁fall🍂. Very soft and sweet, I smell exactly like the gazelle ankles my roommate baked which is hilarious.

Since my birthday is coming up and I have a 1 bought, 1 offered, I'll probably end up with those two in addition.

Dubaï Palace : Saffron, black cherry, oud wood, vanilla. The one I was hesitant with when I bought Marrakech Royal. Also spicy, but more pronounced and I liked the saffron/oud wood combination.

Eternal Osmanthus : .... ZHONGLI HERE I COME LMAO. Osmanthus and cedar wood ? Empty brain no thoughts, sign me in babe.