#ft. alexis devlin

[litearra]

alexis devlin      ——      🏠  ─  decorate a gingerbread house together

gingerbread more black than golden, house crooked and on the verge of tumbling over. as terrible as the result is he’s had fun, humming to himself.     ❝ you’ve got a little bit of…. ❞     making a small gesture towards @literare's chest, more of a warning than anything. plans to take care of it himself, leaning into her - winking before tongue flicks over the swell of her breast. licking up the leftover sugary paste. 

[ayarnaesthetics]

alexis devlin aesthetic, ft. greyson novak ( @epigraphed. )

[litearra]

shakes his head in disbelief, forever the mcdonald's lover it seems. not understanding the obsession. maybe he never will.     ❝ mcdonald's for breakfast? really alex... ❞ tone laced with disappointment, could easily think of better things to eat for breakfast. grin tugs at the corner of his lips as she brings up his present,     ❝ all i want is you naked in bed, ❞ didn't have to go out of her way to get him anything, happy as long as he got to spend time with her. christmas activities weren't particularly high on his list as a kid. just wanted to visit the frozen lake and shoot pucks, even if he was rather hopeless when it comes aiming.     ❝ so lets stop this nonsense and just eat it? ❞

can't really say she cares too much about winning this particular competition, doesn't stop her from putting more candy on it tho and getting the frosting stuck to her fingers. smile tug at the corner of lips while putting some more decoration onto the gingerbread house, humming softly.     ❝   i'd like mcdonalds then.   ❞      if she did win, that is. tho, presents sounded like a good idea. sitting up straight before looking over at him with a grin forming upon features. ❝   i think you're going to like your christmas present very much tho.   ❞      not exactly splurged on a present for him, didn't have the money, but definitely invited for some fun to be had with what laid beneath the christmas tree. looking back to the house, biting into bottom lip. ❝   probably.   ❞ can't really said she's participated in making a gingerbread house before, not as a child and didn't interest her when she was older. ❝ candy's gonna turn hard and dry anyways. ❞

[litearra]

competitive beyond measure, he was not about to lose - may even go as far as deliver a small kick to the table when the timer would near the seven and a half mark, just to ensure he would win. fingers drum against the table before he tosses a marshmallow into his mouth. chewing on it as if he was deep in thought,     ❝ get to decide what we're having for breakfast tomorrow, or get to open their presents early? ❞ shrugging his shoulders, rather innocent prizes - depending on the breakfast or whatever is hidden in the presents beneath their tree. still he relaxes into his seat, gaze drifting from her to the timer to the wonky ass gingerbread house, looking more and more like it will collapse at the two minute mark rather than last.     ❝ we should've used glue, ❞ couldn't eat it of course, but at least their efforts wouldn't have been wasted then.

christmas eve had been spent at the hospital, the even beep of her mothers monitors and the light hearted chatter of the nurses outside. it had been fine, better than it could have been. someone would usually bring in some cookies & there was a low hum of christmas music. and then she went home and got drunk. ordered some take out and drank some more until she passed out. then there had been the christmas she had spent a few days with grey. and now they're putting up a shady looking gingerbread house & she wouldn't trade it for anything. look from him and to the house, nose crinkle ever so little. still, she unlock her phone with pinky who has yet to get any frosting on it and set a timer for ten minutes. despite thinking he is right and it'll only last five minutes.     ❝   what do the person get, that's closest to betting the right time ?   ❞      smile tugging at lips while putting some frosting on the back of candy before lightly putting it on the roof, eyeing it like it might crack under the barely there added weight.

[litearra]

hasn't gone home for christmas since he came to harvard, spending most of his nights buried in puck bunnies who were just as miserable as he had been. however never spent three whole days with someone like he had with her. failing to get her out of his system - however unlike her he had been more or less obsessed even before their sex marathon. brows lifted in mockery as she brings up the possibility of their fragile gingerbread house having to carry more weight,     ❝ be my guest, ❞ he jokes as he leans back into his seat. more likely to win if she were to plant even more candy on top of the house. resting his hands behind his head, letting her finish up whatever she wants to.     ❝ set a timer then baby, ❞ he hums with a wink.

christmas usually came and went without any celebration on her part. noticed it in the form of the decoration at the hospital or the lack of students around college, since most would go home to visit family. changed the christmas they spent together & back then she thought it was a one and done thing, even if it lasted close to three days. that was just sex however, mind blowing sex, but still try and get him out of her system. unsucessfully. clearly. sit with him here now, shoulder to shoulder with a gingerbread house that looks ready to collapse any given moment. it feels nice. like she is finally getting her life on track.     ❝   mmm, i still have more decoration i wanna put on it.   ❞      tho, watching the house, she has her doubts that it can take much more of their decoration. snicker softly while taking a piece of candy and pop it into her mouth instead & look back at him, there's a small shrug of shoulder. ❝   i'll give it ten minutes.   ❞

[litearra]

christmas wasn't much of a thing for the novak's - much less after the revelation of his mother's affair. they were far from a family. this however felt like a family activity, even if he cannot for the life of him keep it pg-13. snickering at him, still he does not hold back. leaning back. a fraction of white frosting at his upper lip.     ❝ i'm all good, but if you're feeling frisky i won't mind watching you do it, ❞ he playfully tsks. gaze drifts to the gingerbread house,     ❝ ten bucks saying the house won't stay upright for another five minutes, ❞ might as well bet on it, too fragile to stand. even worse when the guys come home, knowing they'll cause a ruckus with the candy and frosting everywhere.

half of the decoration already eaten up, probably the most crooked gingerbread house she has ever seen & pretty sure it'll fall over before they're done putting on the uneven frosting. does however actually sit still while using the self made piping bag : tongue sticking out between lips while concentrating. can't bring herself to care how crappy it looks, it's fun. and it's just the two of them actually having the time to just sit down. doing something together. nearly shoulder to shoulder and only look over when he make a small gesture, and there's a snicker as he lean in, seeing the wink. head tilt back a bit to give him room & grin only grows, feeling him lick off the frosting.     ❝   mmm, i got some on my fingers too if you're feeling greedy.   ❞