21 and Kise

Tucking his hair as best he can beneath the hood of his sweatshirt, Kise then wraps a scarf around his neck. The last touch are a dark pair of sunglasses. “Perfect,” he comments to himself with a nod, grabbing his keys. He locks the door and rushes down the stairs of his apartment. It isn’t long, however, before his plan for concealment fail miserably in the form of clouding glasses, compliments of his breath on the scarf. He takes off them off, hoping the scarf will be enough to keep his face obscured.

All he wants is to get in, get his _______-cchi a present and get out.

In the same mall, said girl is also shopping, looking for the perfect gift for her gorgeous blonde beau. But what does one get someone who literally has everything? Kise’s wealth is…a bit staggering to be honest. After high school, he went into modeling full time and was welcomed with open arms, both by the industry and his fans. Every so often, she wonder how someone like her ended up with someone like him but she’s not giving him up for anything.

Shaking her head, she refocuses attention to the items in front of her, hoping something will jump out and inspire her.

“________-cchi!” exclaims Kise when he spots her around the corner making her almost spill her coffee.

Well, that’s one way to be inspired.

“Kise-kun, funny meeting you here,” she smiles, allowing herself to be drawn into his arms.

He leans down, kissing her. “Are you looking for something special for someone special?” he asks nuzzling her nose.

She taps her chin. “Hmmmm, not sure, know anywhere I can find someone special?”

“_______-cchi is so mean,” he complains with a pout.

Her giggle breaks his concentration and he smiles. But then he looks over her head and spots fangirls starting to gather and point at him making him sigh. She notices the change in his demeanor not to mention feels the tension in his body and glances over her shoulder, frowning at the sight.

Shifting his gaze, Kise sees something that makes his heart jump; he’s knows the perfect gift for her. Grabbing her hand, he tugs her through the back exit and around the building. “Where are we going, Kise-kun?” she asks.

“Travel agent,” he responds, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “This year, my Christmas present to you, and myself too, is time away from all the crazy.”

“But Kise,” she complains, “what about opening presents?”

He turns to look at her, a gleam of mischief in his eyes as he tugs her close. “Then buy a little wrapping for me to take off of you,” he replies, nodding towards a lingerie shop. She blushes but nods nonetheless, kissing him goodbye allowing him to head off to plan their trip, while she looks for something special to wear for her someone special.

for the christmas prompts 15 with akashi

It’s super windy here today so it’s a perfect time to write about getting warmed up! Also, I don’t know how Christmasy this will feel except that it is December and I am cooking a meal similar to this. Thanks for the request!

Rushing from the bus stop, hair flying wild in the wind, she struggles to open the door with her arms filled with packages. Just as she’s about to push in the key, the latch turns and Asaki opens the door.

“______-chan? What are you doing? Why didn’t you call me?” he asks voice gentle as he gathers half of her wares. As his fingers graze her hand, he frowns. “You’re freezing,” he remarks, following her into the kitchen.

“I wanted to surprise you,” she complains, ignoring his concern of her well being. “I thought you’d still be at the office.”

He smiles as he sets down the bags in his arms, eyes looking at the top items; the ingredients to make her infamous stew. “Well, today’s a perfect day for that,” he admires. Then taking her hands once more he pulls her close. “But before you get started on that, let’s get you warmed up.”

His lips caress hers, hands sliding up her arms releasing goosebumps but as his tongue slides between her lips to dance with hers, she feels her body warming up quickly. Her hands wrap around his neck, cold fingers burying into his resplendently red hair pulling a moan from his throat. The sound increases her temperature further, a warming sensation racing through her blood.

Akashi draws back for breath, a heated look in his eyes. “Seems my plan will be counterproductive to yours but I think you’ll forgive me,” he whispers, voice low and rich. He doesn’t wait for a reply, gathering her in his arms and heading to their bedroom.

They can cook later.

16! Tanaka! For the Christmas thing!

“Come on, Ryu! It’ll be fun!” Tanaka’s girlfriend juts out her bottom lip, usually a sure fire move to get her way but he’s resisting admirably.

“No way babe, I’m not ruining my reputation!”

“What reputation? Ryu, everyone knows you’re really just a sweetie pie with a rough outer coating. Come on! Please? Where’s your Christmas spirit?” She employs puppy dog eyes and he rolls his own, groaning. ‘

“Fine, but I get to pick them!”

She nods enthusiastically in agreement to his terms.

That enthusiasm is promptly squashed when he shows her what he wants to get.

“Ryu, I don’t think-”

“It’s this or nothing,” he says firmly, crossing his arms. Smirking he adds, “Where’s your Christmas spirit?”

She sighs. “Fine.”

That weekend at the party, they show up in his find: a linked ugly Christmas sweater.

“No surprise here,” Noya says laughing as he points to the “I’ve been naughty” cross-stitched over Tanaka’s chest. His best friend tosses his head back laughing heartily, the motion nearly choking his girlfriend.

“Ryu! You gotta be careful how you move in this thing! One of us is gonna get hurt,” she complains, trying to cross her arms but failing thanks to her lack of left arm hole.

Tanaka’s right arm snakes around her waist, drawing her close.

“Sorry babe,” he murmurs against her ear. “But I gotta admit,” he goes on, voice dropping an octave as he caresses her back with his fingers, “I like being able to touch skin to skin in a room full of people.”

She blushes and can only hope everyone will assume her red face is due to wearing a sweater in such a warm room, though with her and Tanaka literally attached at the hip, she doubts that’s likely.

Hey there ~ I’d like to request no. 13 with Bokuto for the christmas prompts :> Hope it’s inspiring enough, and if it’s not nevermind!! I hope you have a pleasant day ^^

Thanks for sending in some love for our fave owl boy! I hope you enjoy this!

#13 – First Christmas as a Couple

Bokuto’s knee bounces up and down, an outer manifestation of his inner excitement. This was it! His first Christmas with her!

But while he’s so happy she agreed to come with him to visit and meet his family, he can’t help but be a bit nervous. Knowing his mother, she’ll undoubtedly say something embarrassing, like how pleased she is he’s finally taking his future seriously.

He wishes they’d had a little more time together before this but he couldn’t wait to introduce her and Christmas seemed like the best time to do it.

What he hadn’t really considered was how many and the type of people who would be there. Like his uncles who don’t know when to stop with teasing or his cousins who are rambunctious and can be a little bratty and his dad…they just don’t always see eye to eye.

His palms start to sweat. How in the world did he think this was a good idea?

Next to him, _______ notices his expression go from excited to pensive to downright gloomy. After being friends with Bokuto since their third year of high school and dating him through their first year of university, she’s become fairly well versed in reading his moods, Akaashi having been a helpful interpreter when the need arose.

“Bokuto-kun.” Her voice draws his eyes to her face and she gives his hand a gentle squeeze. “It’s going to be fine. Don’t you remember? I’ve at least met your parents that one time at the Spring Tournament, so I’m not a complete stranger. I mean, that’s assuming they remember me,” she ends with a slight chuckle.

Bokuto turns to her, hand reaching to cup her face. “I don’t know how anyone could forget you,” he remarks.

The intensity of his eyes and serious tone make her heart skip a beat. She’s used to him teasing her, flirting, being a general goofball but this…this is something very new. Squeezing his hand again she forces a bigger smile onto her face. “Then you don’t have anything to worry about, right?”

He nods, drawing her close and dropping a peck to the top of her head.

They arrive to the station five minutes later, walking out of the train and see his parents waving to them through a window from inside the station. Despite his earlier trepidation, Bokuto’s face erupts into a wide grin, feet moving faster to get to them, ______ trailing slightly behind thanks to his longer legs.

“Mom! Dad!” Bokuto exclaims, hugging his mother tightly before reaching out a hand to his father.

Turning he gestures for _______ to come closer.

“Mom, dad, I’m sure you remember _______,” he says.

Looking at his mother, _______ can see where Bokuto gets his smile; hers is just as wide if more feminine. His father nods once in greeting, his stare making her shift slightly; Bokuto definitely gets his eyes from him.

“Of course sweetie! We’re so happy you could join us!” his mother offers, extending her arms and pulling the girl into an unexpected hug.

“Th…thank you,” she stammers, righting herself before bowing. “I appreciate you having me join you for the holiday.”

“We’re always happy to see Koutarou’s friends!”

“Um, mom, she…she’s more than just a friend. I….I asked her out a few months ago so we’re dating now,” Bokuto explains, hand rubbing the back of his head.

His mother blinks at him for a moment then rushes forward, flicking him in the forehead. “And you’re just telling me this now? Koutarou!”

“Sorry mom, sheesh, I just…I wanted to tell you in person!”

“A likely story,” she grumbles but offers another smile to _______ as she loops their arms together and drags her towards the exit. “Well now I’m even more happy you’re here dear! You always struck me as a sensible young woman! No doubt you’ve been a great influence on him.” ________ blushes heavily, unsure how to respond to such praise. “Now, let’s get you two home out of this cold and I’ll show you all of Koutarou’s baby pictures, he was just the cutest little owl!”

“MOM!”