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"christmas thehappiest time of year"

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"christmas the
happiest time
of year"

"christmas thehappiest time of year"

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time: 10:47 am
~Y/n 's POV~

10:47 am, it was christmas eve and honestly I wasn't as excited as I could have been.

Knowing how these next two nights would go down is all I could think about. I took my ass to the bathroom and took a hot shower which felt nice due to the coldness of winter.

Once I finished taking a shower I blow dried my hair and did small curls. Looking at my closet I didn't know if I wanted to wear a dress or a skirt and a corset. After standing in my closet I settled on a black tight dress, a black corset, ripped tights and my demonias.

I took some pictures and posted it captioning it "fuck ur christmas eve" which in my defense was accurate to how I felt.

I was downstairs eating breakfast with my moms when there was a knock on the door.

"Who is that? You said everyone wouldn't be here till later" My mom said confused

"Akaashi and Bokuto are coming, since they live far I told them they could come early" I said as I went to open the door.

As I opened the door Bokuto jumped and hugged me. Normally I hate when people touch me but he was always an exception. He finally let go and I see Akaashi standing there.

He was wearing baggy pants with a baggy black and white shirt and his ones. He was always attractive, his vibe, his looks, his style but he had a way with words.

"Y/n it's not nice to stare" He said snapping me out of my head.

"Shut up Akaashi come here" I said pulling him into a tight hug.

"Ive missed you y/n" he whispered in my ear, his breath on my ear.

I remember the feeling this guy used to give me. He always knew what buttons to push, how to make me weak and submissive.

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