Lay Me Down To Sleep, P.2.

mistletoe mishaps | scaramouche x reader

day three. mistletoe ft. scara

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you chase around your boyfriend with mistletoe, much to his secret content. 

a/n: me?? being on time?? more likely than you think. 

tags: light angst. 

scaramouche had always been a bit of a grump when it came to the wintertime. it was gloomy and cold and dark and the perfect time to stay inside and do absolutely nothing, but you had the absolute audacity to be the opposite.

you were always insistent on decorating the house with bright lights, covering the bannister with red ribbon, and playing the ridiculously happy music for this time of year. you had always encouraged him to embrace the warmth of companionship at this time of year, but he stubbornly refused.

you were patient with him, an aspect he was secretly grateful for. over the course of your first few years of dating, you had never once given up on him. whether it was convincing him to get out of the house for some ice skating or dragging him to volunteer at the local children’s hospital, you were adamant that he have a little bit of fun.

and apparently, today, that meant chasing him around with mistletoe.

“i know you wanna kiss me!” you hollered as you slid on the hardwood floor in your socks. teasingly, you held a branch of mistletoe in front of you, waving it in front of your boyfriend.

“screw off! quit chasing me around with that thing!” scaramouche yelled back, scarmbling around the dining room table to avoid you. thinking he had a moment of reprieve, he let out of a soft sigh. to his surprise and to your delight, you jumped on top of the table and scrambled closer to him. he shrieked, quickly escaping to the next room.

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perfect places. — a gift from kunikuzushi to you.

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i love flowers and i love my little guy so… why not put them in a fic together :’) i think this might become a series, the other fics including the rest of his gifts maybe! im open to ideas!

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the picture-perfect garden was the first of kunikuzushi’s many exquisite wedding gifts given to you the during the week after the wedding. the garden was luscious, overflowing with life, and matched the inazuman-esque estate the two of you resided in perfectly. the garden was complete with tiny rolling waterfalls flowing into the massive pond, polished stepping stones leading up to purple-roofed walkways built over the reservoir below, and lanterns strung from the otogi trees that gave the place a soft glow. kunikuzushi liked to watch you feed the koi fish that inhabited the pond in the morning, your form bathed in the glow of the sunrise and gentle cascading sakura petals. seeing you in this light, he truly believed it was you who was divinity’s incarnate, and not himself. your initial reaction to the gift rather pleased him, your praises making him both happy and smug– because of course you loved it. it was his idea, after all.

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“kuni?! this is incredibly–this is really.. thebestgiftihaveeverreceived! oh, it’s so romantic! how did you even do all of this–when did you even?!” you exclaimed, still taking in garden that seemed like it was taken right out of some old, charming film.

“if i told you, i’d have to kill you,” he smirked, finding your excitement as endearing as ever. tugging gently on your hand, he begins to lead you through the entrance archways.

“oh, giving me the tour now are you? way to dodge the question, honey,” you snickered, fingers interlinking with his.

“it’s not exactly rocket science, i merely hired the right people.” he exhales out something between a scoff and a laugh before continuing, “barely, might i add. i had to supervise them for the entirety of the project, lest they interfere with my planning. you’d think they were babies or something” he rambled, rolling his eyes at the mere memory of his attendants. just how was it possible they were considered some of the best craftsmen mora could buy?

“there’s my kuni, scaring the innocent people of teyvat shitless, as always” you tease. stopping at the balcony, you rest your forearms on the banister overlooking the rolling water below you two, lost in thought as you admired the subtle reminders of his love for you spread throughout the garden, something that would remain hidden to an outsider’s eye, while you and your lover would cherish them. you see, to any other person, kuni’s personal selection of flowers would only be seen as delicate, one-of-a-kind, and most of all expensive. you couldn’t get these blooms just anywhere. but to you and your husband, these flowers represented a story, a heartfelt memory the two of you shared. these flowers are not precious because they cost an arm and a leg to import– they are precious because in each petal lies the timeline of true love.

you don’t even feel kuni’s arms wrapping themselves around your waist to bring you closer, as he leans to press a fleeting kiss to your collarbone. “that look of wonder on your face clearly tells me how well i impressed you–no need to be in a rush to tell me or anything.”

“what a dramatic man i married,” you lightly laugh, tilting your head up to envelop his lips with yours, smiling into the kiss when he deepens it. when kunikuzushi pulls away, your eyelids are still heavy, his lips ever so slightly brushing against yours, as he confesses, hushed, “this garden is the personification of my love. so know that if there is ever a time words fail me, let it speak on my behalf” he whispers, thumbs cradling your cheeks.

it’s only when your honeyed gaze stares into his does he register just how soft his words were, so he abruptly turns around, his back now facing you in a desperate attempt to conceal his blush. clearing his throat, he says, “of course i knew you’d enjoy the garden, which tells me you’ll also like the other gifts i have saved for the rest of the week. you’re predictable, after all.”

“you mean there’s more?!-”

— wondering which flowers made it into the garden? what they mean? have a look in the floriography book! ꕤ

camellias to show his longing for you.

dahlias, for you are his eternal love and his sole commitment.

hawthorns, for you are his standing hope.

honeysuckles, for his devotion and affection know no bounds.

ivy, for his attachment and fidelity cannot be measured by mortal means.

lilacs, for his first love.

finally, lily of the valley, for you by his side was his return to happiness.

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꒰⁺˖͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏Rui Kamishiro ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏˖⁺꒱

ᄒ ˳ ׄ 🫐 ׄ ࣭  𖧚̫ HELLO? MY BOYFRIEND IS SO PRETTY! 🫂 scara nation, wake up! ﹗ ˳ ֹ ✩

blue lock boys : things they do in a relationship ( part one )

♡ : reo mikage, itoshi rin, nagi seishiro, isagi yoichi

REO MIKAGE knows the sidewalk rule, albeit he does it unconsciously it's adorable and fluttering all the same. every time the both of you go out for a walk and nearing a street, he'd hold you by the waist before steering you on the opposite side of the road before letting his arm stay over your shoulders. the look of astonishment you would shoot him is not missed by reo’s eyes, instead this will prompt him to give you a cheeky smile before pulling you even closer by your shoulders.

“are you good?” he would ask, planting a kiss on your temple.

you smile in return, nodding your head yes before leaning your head on the plane of his broad shoulders. “never better.”

there is just something comforting every time ITOSHI RIN would wrap a blanket around your figure. maybe it's because of the soft look in his eyes that's only ever present and reserved for you, or the way his enclosed arms would linger a little longer around you. often times he would also lay his head on your shoulders, kissing the soft skin of your neck as you wrap an arm around his waist and the other one being laid down on his head.

“what’s wrong rin?” you ask him, caressing his hair as you feel him softly exhale a breath on the curve of your neck.

“nothing,” he raise his head to look at you and you are once again taken back by the soft look that's being projected in his teal eyes. “’m just happy... very happy.”

NAGI SEISHIRO loves his sleep, it's a fact that's well-known by everyone. especially by you because sometimes, instead of going out for dates at a free day, the both of you would rather spend it in the warm confines of your shared room to sleep or cuddle. you don't have anything against it, not especially because of how comfortable it is cuddling and sleeping with sei even with his large frame that easily dwarfed you.

“you’re so warm ’n comfortable,” nagi mutters, burying his face in your chest.

you rub his back, invoking a hum of contentment to leave his mouth. “’m so lucky to have you...”

heat would creep in your neck at everything that ISAGI YOICHI does. it would be through something as simple as a glance, a smile or even a tiny bit of his attention being spared on you that can make you feel the rush of blood in your veins, but there is just something different in the way that he acts almost automatically as a way of protecting you.

there is a palm covering the edge of the table as you rose from kneeling on the floor, the fallen fork in between your fingers but the owner of the hand is still occupied with answering the on-going phonecall from his management.

“yeah... i’ll be right there in two hours.” he only finally retrieves his hand when you're finally seated beside him, all the while still focused on the transpiring conversation.

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teasing with kazuha was a big game to you. who gets flustered the most, who shys away first, wo touches who first when kissing, it was all a challenge. that you would lose. each and every time.

you were determined to win this time, though. you were going to leave him a red mess, begging for kisses! you weren’t gonna let yourself lose this time.

formal parties were a buzzkill, especially with all of the oogling eyes on your boyfriend and the hushed whispers about how dreamy he is.

so, if you were to deprive kazuha of his much needed attention, it would be fine, right? since he has his little goons, he doesn’t really need you to be at his every beck and call, right? he didn't seem too lonely.

thoma sure did, though. poor, poor thoma, all alone with no commissioner to bother him! you’re sure that kazuha wouldn't mind if you talked just a little bit, right? 

clearly, you think, this wasn’t the best way to go about it. 

you weren’t losing in your eyes, per se, just incredibly underpowered. you were just teasing kazuha, and now you were trapped in a cage of his arms in an abandoned hallway.

"i bet you think you're so smug and powerful, huh?" you breathlessly whispered, his slender fingers gripping onto your chin like you were bound to leave any minute. he wouldn't allow that, even if it just were a passing thought.

"oh, do you not think i am?" kazuha hummed beneath you, tracing his knuckles against your jawline and making you shiver whenever one of his many rings made contact with your skin. "because, i think it's quite clear who has who pinned."

"and i think it's quite clear who's gonna l-lose when we get home." you broke eye contact with him before he squeezed your thigh and leaned closer.

"i think we'll do other stuff before that, aha. do you really think we’ll even make it home, hmm?" 

he nibbled on your lip before enveloping you in another kiss, gripping your hair to push you two closer and closer until it felt like two bodies became one with how minimum space was between you two.

kazuha pulls away with a dangerous look on his face, a predator hunting their prey, before kissing you down from your jawline to your collarbones.

he left a fiery trail of reds and purples, bruises blooming across your skin as his teeth grazed across your skin. his blunt nails dug into your skin, rings once again making your breath hitch and bite your lip.

ah, maybe you have lost this game.

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