#hugs and kisses and a basket full of cookies

[bangchansbackohmygod]

Imagine corruption kink Felix, like seriously imagine how big he’d smile when he realizes he’s your first boyfriend. When you get embarrassed and try to change the subject he quickly cups your face and nuzzles his nose against yours, a light chuckle on his lips as he assures you it’s cute and he’s glad he’s your first love. But it’s way deeper than you think. He’s not just happy, he’s pleased on an instinctual, animalistic level. The first time he kisses you is when you two are playing videogames on his couch. You win and he starts tickling you, leading to his form hovering over yours as both of you realize your position and freeze. Your eyes lock and he can hear a slight *gulp* from you as your eyes flutter shut. His do the same as he leans forward....but then he stops. His eyes open once more, hooded, an inch from your lips as he drinks in the sight of you. Your eyes still closed, your mouth gently opened as a shaky breath escapes, your cute little fists clutching at the front of his shirt, and...are you trembling a bit? He almost can’t take it, you’re so vulnerable in front of him, you’re putting all of your trust in him as you wait for him because that’s all you can do. You need him, you need him to take the lead, because you’re so innocent and pure that you’ve never even pressed your lips against someone else’s. He’s your first kiss. Or rather...your first kiss is his. It’s only a momentary reflection, but it feels as if he spends his own private eternity in that second, bathing in the perfection of your love for him. As he shuts his eyes and closes the distance, the smile that turns up at the corner of his lips is soft but just a touch wicked.

Request if you’d like a part 2~

(and by part 2 I mean smut oops shhhh)

#stray kids smut #lee felix smut #i mean it's not actual smut but #we all know where it's going hun #I GOT SO CAUGHT UP IN WRITING THIS THAT I ACCIDENTALLY POSTED IT TO MY MAIN BLOG #I mean no one will see it because i caught the mistake #but when i say i SCREAMED #anyway it felt so good to write again #i'm officially an epcot employee now lads #ya girl is selling elsa dresses by day and writing felix kinks by night #anyway i hope you like it #hugs and kisses and a basket full of cookies

[faeryarchives]

in sickness and in health

knowing that being the only student aside from grim in such dormitory, it's hard to take care and clean the place while you are sick and grim is panicking in the corner crying and asking them if you were dying or something so it's time for your lover to do something! note: this has been in my drafts since last year so if there is a prompt similar to mine it is pure coincidence + this is pretty long

recent fics: when your hopeless streamer gets a girlfriend (ace x reader) & don't lose me, not yet & its you, it always has been you

-‘๑’- tried to cook and clean for you but ends up in a disaster: everything was going well bc they got a list on what to do because they came prepared and ready to help! but it all became blurry but somehow them getting in the kitchen to cook made you rise from the grave (aka from bed) not risking fire hazard today 👋 picking up a broom? they know how to use one to clean of course but it ends up piling the dust near you causing you to cough some more because they keep colliding with grim who is trying to help 😔 they deserve an award for trying their best 👩🏻‍⚖️ while they weren't allowed in the kitchen, they try telling you of stories that happened while you were absent in attempt to help you get better until you fall asleep listening + leaving a kiss on your forehead before going back to their dorm to ask help or tips on what to cook for you to get better 🤍

— riddle roseheart, deuce spade, KALIM AL ASIM, rook hunt, lilia vanrouge

-‘๑’- scolds you for overworking yourself while taking care of everything: they are going to appear at your doorsteps in complete personal protective equipment with alcohol spray and a basket full of cooked food inside ... well maybe most of them would + expect some nagging from them like you shouldn't neglect yourself just to take care of others because that's not how it works love 🤬 ! even though they appear strict they are still soft when it comes to you asking them for something like giving them a hug (they would probably not do it though) or asking for seconds 🧚‍♀️ + reluctantly sings you a lullabye and after you fall asleep they would finally let down their tough persona + sit next to your bed holding your hand in theirs and caress your head, you are a tough cookie right? so go beat the sickness out of your system because they already miss your company

— jade leech, jamil viper, VIL SCHOENHEIT

-‘๑’- having a crisis: its either they never get sick or doesn't know how to take care of someone who is sick 😷 don't even joke about you dying because of your fever because it will just cause more panic please be easy on them 😭 but they will try to ask their close friends on what to do and they will do it very carefully (bonus if you were the one helping them) and they are actually good at it justtt very confused if they are doing it correctly + type to note down any changes in your fever whether it got better or worse 📝 they will shower you with things that would make you feel better - feeling cold? you can find yourselves being wrapped like a sushi with two thick blankets. feeling lonely? he knows he cannot be that near to you so he will shower you with plushies from who knows where! they won't leave until you are up and healthy again even if it means staying at ramshackle and even tending to grim

— sebek zigvolt, azul ashengrotto, IDIA SHROUD, malleus draconia

-‘๑’- gets sick with you: they know you are sick but they couldn't resist you asking for cuddles 🧍🏻‍♀️at first they would be like "no are you crazy, i don't want to get sick" but after the second one, they find themselves right next to you being the lucky plush toy for the day 🫂 will occasionally try to feed you and make you take your medicine and even alarming every 4 hours to drink but will ultimately result to the two of you falling asleep until grim wakes you up around night time realizing now TWO OF YOU are now sick 🤒 took the couple goals to the next level so expect them to be clingy because nothing is stopping them from cuddling you when he is also sick 🧍🏻‍♀️ it ends up with either trey, ruggie or jade nursing the two of you back to health 😭

— ace trappola, cater diamond, leona kingscholar, floyd leech

-‘๑’- does it perfectly: they had done it before and they will do it again 👯‍♀️ they are pretty used to taking care of someone because sometimes their family members would get sick and they are also the one taking care of them + read parenting 101 atp 🫂 being familiar in the field, they could even task grim in the way he would understand like taking note of your temp and check if it is time for your meds while your lover would go and cook meals suitable for your situation and i think they wouldn't really be so hard on you because being sick is normal and you are just human after all 🤍 instead they would focus on making you feel bettter and believe me you ARE SPOILED ROTTEN 🥺 they would probably tease you with things you can't eat but will give you just a tiny bit and will promise to give you everything when you are feeling better 😍 they are the type that will ask your classmates what they have done during your absence and collect your notes for you so just focus on healing 🫶

— epel felmier, silver, trey clover, ruggie bucchi, jack howl

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios #twisted wonderland headcanons #twst imagines #faeryarchives #ace trappola x reader #deuce spade x reader #twst scenarios #trey clover x reader #cater diamond x reader #heartslabyul #leona kingscholar x reader #ruggie bucchi x reader #jack howl x reader #savanaclaw #floyd leech x reader #floyd leech #jade leech #jade leech x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #octavinelle #kalim al asim x reader #jamil viper x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #epel felmier x reader #idia shroud x reader #a.twst

[biblio-smia]

i love ur writing 🥹 i was wondering if you could write about spending christmas with mike and abby? i think that’d be really cute 🫶

hii thank you so much!! in anticipation of the holiday season here you go <3 please ignore any typos

the air is cold despite the bundles of blankets on you, biting at the tip of your nose and leaving frosty kisses on your cheeks. it's merciless as it pulls you from your peaceful sleep, making you pull up the covers with a groan. your body contracts, folding into itself in an attempt to bask in the warm air you've trapped underneath your blankets.

your alarm goes off and you groan.

your head peeks out to glance at the time. 7 a.m. too early. icy air enters your nose through a deep breath as your brain attempts to catch up and remind you of today's schedule.

you're about to nestle inside your blankets and go back to sleep when your eyes find your clock again.

december 24th.

how could you forget?

there's a few final things to pick up before heading over to mike's: stocking stuffers, some more wrapping paper, pre-made cookie dough (the three of you have decided to make dessert from scratch tonight, but you're sure mike will find a way to mess it up).

another gift for abby catches your eye in glimpses between people, mike's complaining that you always spoil abby ringing in your head (so you buy him another gift, too). you should've gotten a cart or at least picked up a basket but it's too late now that your hands are full. you keep your items close to your chest, fingers going a little numb from the thawing cookie dough, pushing through the overcrowded aisles. it's a relief once you finally check out, exchanging your money for easier-to-carry bags full of your items.

the air is vicious when you step outside, refusing to mellow out. it forces you to hurry to your car, getting inside and turning on the heat hastily. after you rub a little bit of feeling back into your hands, you waste no time in driving over to mike's. 7:58 a.m. perfectly on schedule.

you should've called to announce your arrival before even stepping out of your car. you've knocked and can't expect mike to have been waiting at the door for you, but every second feels like torture when the wind is roughing you up.

your face splits into a grin when the door opens, mike tugging you inside, chilled through his red sweater from just the gust of wind that blew in with the quick opening of his door. he greets you with a warm hug, helps you hang the thick coat that is no longer appropriate for his warm home.

the schmidt house is somehow cozier than it usually feels, adorned with lights and greenery (that you'd helped put up). a christmas tree sits in the corner of the living room, decades old and the perfect size for the space, glittery ornaments reflecting the yellow lights of the small bulbs hidden between the branches of the plastic green tree. there are other ornaments, too - special ones, like old family photos mike still liked to put up, and ones abby had crafted herself. there were even some little snowmen mike had made when he was a kid, out of popsicle sticks and paint. you were proud to say there was an ornament you had gifted mike and abby on the tree, a little reindeer frame with a photo of the siblings inside.

"have you eaten yet? i'm almost done with breakfast." mike offers, resuming his role in the kitchen and attending to the eggs and strips of bacon on the stove.

you shake your head. "i haven't," you admit and mike nods, pulling out three plates from the cabinet.

"you're not allowed to look at these," you motion to the shopping bag you hold, a little lighter now that you've set the cookie dough on the counter. you're on your way to mike's room to set the gifts down before abby spots them when mike scoffs, looking pointedly at the cookie dough.

"you don't believe in me?" he asks playfully, picking up the container to store in the fridge.

"of course not!" you call from the hallway.

you take the small slot of solitude to quickly wrap the gifts you'd bought, knowing you won't have another chance with the busy schedule the three of you had planned. as you'd suspected, mike had been on his last scraps of wrapping paper, forcing you to wrap each gift in a different design. you uncapped a sharpie, wrote abby on one and mike on the other, cleaned up your area, and set the bag aside once again. your timing is perfect - you slip out of mike's room to see mike padding down the hall. you hear the creak of the carpeted wood as he comes up behind you, hand slipping easily on your shoulder as you quietly open abby's door. the two of you slip in to the dimly lit room, overcast sky letting grey shine through.

abby is curled up into herself, arms squeezing the life out of one of many stuffed animals, tightly wrapped blankets suffocating the teddy bear in her arms even more.

you're hesitant to wake her, but you know how upset she'll be if you don't. mike sits carefully and places a hand on the lump of abby that vaguely resembles a part of her arm, attempting to wake her through gentle shaking.

abby stirs but groans, disappearing further under the covers, conserving the warmth she has there.

"abby," mike sings. "it's christmas eve."

you can almost see abby's eyes widen before she even appears, thick blankets and bear thrown aside as abby shoots up. her head moves excitedly as she just now registers your presence in the room, throwing herself into mike's lap and wrapping her arms around him, giggling ecstatically. it's not long before she's moved onto you, gripping onto you tightly like she always does when she doesn't want you to leave.

but you're planning on spending at least a few more hours with the schmidts.

"c'mon, breakfast is ready," you say sweetly, tugging abby towards the bathroom gently.

"i can smell the bacon!" abby exclaims, smiling over at mike. he follows the two of you out, a discreet arm on your back pulling you towards the kitchen to allow abby a chance to wash up.

you expect mike to pull away from you once you arrive, to begin serving the still-hot breakfast he has prepared - but he doesn't. the arm on your back slides, but doesn't leave, as mike wraps his other arm around you, hands joining at your front. he rests his head against you, hold a little lazy but warm nonetheless. your hands wiggle between his, fingers clasping his. mike makes no move to leave and you laugh, elbowing him lightly.

"get off."

this just makes mike hold you tighter.

"mike!"

mike groans against you but doesn't move, forcing you to wiggle your hands out of his grasp and learn how to walk with a new weight attached to you. you eventually make it to the stove, mike giving you the courtesy of freeing your arms and allowing you to begin plating breakfast.

mike doesn't let go until all three plates are full of warm food, straining a little to press a kiss on your face before grabbing two of the plates and moving them to the little dining table. you're just setting down the last one when abby reappears, eyes bright and body cozy in a very festive sweater.

"where's yours?" abby demands, looking pointedly at mike. his mouth forms a little o, getting up from his spot at the table to start heading to his room.

"don't worry," abby continues, uncrossing her arms and looking up sweetly at you as she slides into her seat for breakfast, smile wide as she picks up her fork. "we got you one, too."

with plates cleared and bellies full (and adorned with matching sweaters), abby seizes the opportunity to lay out the schedule for the day.

"okay," she begins, pushing her essentially clean (save for a few crumbs) plate away, folding her hands neatly in front of her. "christmas movies," abby says, looking between you and mike for confirmation. "christmas cookies." you nod when abby's eyes land on you, leaning forward in anticipation. "and... we can go look at the lights?" abby looks at mike hopefully, and who is he to say deny her request?

"there's a neighborhood, like, 40 minutes away that goes absolutely crazy with christmas decorations. abby's been wanting to see it forever." mike informs you before giving abby a smile. "we can go look at the lights."

abby cheers and you laugh, moving to pick up the plates from the table. "so, abs, what movie do you wanna watch first?"

"we can take turns picking!" abby calls as she speeds to the couch, making space for both you and mike as she tugs on the blanket hanging on the back of the couch.

"well, i think the youngest should go first," you call back as you dump the plates and cutlery into the sink, mike bringing over the cups you'd all used. mike doesn't even give you the chance to turn on the faucet before you're pushed out of the way. of course, you shove mike's shoulder (though can you really even call it a shove?).

abby pats the seat next to her excitedly and you grab the small case of dvds, finding the festive ones and discussing the various options with abby. she finally chooses the grinch (the animated one, because the real one still freaked her out). mike is just coming over when she's made her decision, taking the dvds from you and sliding the grinch into the dvd player.

mike settles next to you as the animation begins to play, arm landing around your shoulders as you relax between him and abby. the grinch ends quickly, but you all make it through an entire round of turns and almost 3 hours of animated films before mike is gently pulling away from you and standing, eyeing the clock and muttering something about dinner. it's early, but mike is back soon enough after putting something in the oven.

he's been really trying to make this year the best christmas for abby: decorating much more than he normally would, trying to budget for presents he'd normally never look twice at. making you an essential piece of their christmas.

abby adores you, obviously. almost as much (if not as much) as mike does. while mike and abby have bonded more on their own, mike credits you for making the house feel warmer. for making it feel like he has a family again.

he's really trying to not let that thought terrify him.

but he knows abby feels it, too. the more frequently you come over and the longer you stay, the more it feels like you're supposed to be living with them, an integral piece of the schmidt house that just fits.

mike knows he'd like you around for as long as you'd let him. but for now, it's christmas, and mike wants to remember every moment.

there's a small camera in one of the drawers of a cabinet, one that mike made sure to charge before today. he pulls it out now, snaps a quick photo of you and abby cuddled up on the couch, very invested in home alone on the screen. mike smiles at the result that flashes on the small camera screen, setting it down on the table that sits in front of the couch before settling into his designated spot once more.

you glance curiously from mike to the camera, reaching for it carefully to not disturb abby too much. you let go of her gently, power on the camera and point the lens towards mike. you manage to take a photo of him caught off-guard, and another as he realizes what you're doing and smiles. you make a mental note to back up the sd card before leaving as you shut the camera off again, letting it sit on the coffee table for later.

you're about halfway through home alone 2 (it's no longer abby's turn, but you're all picking movies she wants to watch, anyways), when mike shifts out from under you again, whispering that he's gonna start making dinner.

"hey, abs, think you can finish this one by yourself?" you ask quietly, motioning to the movie.

"hmm," abby hums. "only if you guys make mac n' cheese."

you laugh, press a kiss to her forehead. "deal."

mike has already started pulling out pots and pans, various ingredients from the fridge and pantry littering the counter tops. mike stands, hands on his hips and head tilted in confusion as he looked down at a small notebook.

you come over and place a hand on mike's shoulder with hopes to soothe. you peer over to see what is testing mike and find a recipe for breaded chicken.

"what are we making?" you ask.

"i have no clue," mike admits with a sigh, flipping through the book.

"abby requested mac n' cheese," you offer.

"well that i can make." mike shuts the book and you smile, moving to reach for the ingredients you know you'll need. "i've got it," mike insists, though you've learned that that means he doesn't want to bother you.

"i know you do," you say, kissing his cheek. you reach for a medium-sized pot and mike bites his lip. his chest is warm as he steps out of your way, passing you ingredients and giving you directions as you start on dish one, together.

abby groans as she lets her fork clatter to her plate. "i'm so full, but it's so good!"

you laugh, pulling abby's plate away from her and scraping the last little bites of her second helping onto your own plate. "don't worry, we have a ton of leftovers."

"start getting ready, abby," mike says, finishing his own plate and smiling as abby cheers. "make sure to bundle up! it's cold," mike calls after abby, who's already racing down the hallway.

mike shakes his head and you're grinning. the two of you shove the last few forkfuls of food in your mouths, anxious to start heading out before it starts getting too crowded. the sun has almost completely set, the winter days making the days feel shorter. today, though, has called for a packed schedule.

you insist on cleaning up this time, pushing mike towards his room to go get ready. abby and mike reappear as you're pulling on the coat you shed that morning. mike buttons up abby's thick coat, wrapping a thick scarf around her.

of course, mike has one for you, too.

it's a warm, knit black one that you've seen mike wearing on multiple occasions. he wraps it around you twice, tying it off and making sure it's not too tight. you fix the collar of mike's coat, smoothing it flat with your hands. mike's hands linger on your scarf while his eyes have caught yours.

they're still so mesmerizing, a warm shade of brown that reflects the little lights hung up around the house. he's smiling, shyly under your gaze, but it spreads through his face and creates a glint in his eyes.

abby pulls on the crook of your arm, pulling your hand off of mike's chest. "let's gooo!"

"okay, okay," mike laughs, taking his hands off you and reaching for his keys. abby's hand is in yours as you step outside into the freezing afternoon, hurrying to the car with mike right on your trail. the heat blasts before the last door even shuts, all three of you shivering despite your layers.

mike turns up the radio to the inevitable christmas music playing, though it only fuels your festive spirits. the drive is anything but quiet, between the songs on the radio and abby telling you all about the great christmas party her class had just before break, there's enough chatter and laughter to last longer than the forty minute ride.

the roads are pitch black, thick clouds covering the shine of the moon as mike makes the final turn. the world is suddenly light up, huge blowups of famous christmas characters decorating almost every lawn, houses adorned with enough lights that you're sure would triple your electricity bill. there are huge candy canes, little christmas gnomes, even fake snow - no, real snow.

"oh, my god!" you laugh, pointing at the little white dots on mike's windshield.

"it's snowing!" abby cries, begging mike to get out and enjoy it. he yields and finds a place to park near the front of the huge neighborhood. the three of you are out, joining the small crowds of people who have made it out of their cozy houses on christmas eve to come see the lights.

abby is off, though mike warns her not to go too far, the wet snow not enough to keep her from admiring the glowing displays of rudolph and frosty.

you and mike hang back, watching her from the sidewalks, arms linked. snow collects quickly on your coats due to your leisurely paces, but it's too cold to retract your hands from your pockets to wipe it off.

"look!" abby calls from the next lawn over. "hot chocolate!"

sure enough, one kind neighbor is standing with a table full of hot drinks. three of them are picked up and you know the warmth of the drink and its sugar content is going to keep abby going for a while.

you and mike comment on each house, pointing out all the small details, how one house has been made to look one made out of gingerbread, complete with fake gumdrops. you've even began to give each house a rating out of five, as if you were judges on one of those light fight shows that always came on in the evenings.

"what about this one?" you stand in front of a home that looks like a christmas disco, bright flashing lights and colorful, mismatched decorations taking over the small plot of land.

"hmmm," mike hums through a sip of his drink. "i think three stars. maybe two, it's kind of giving me a headache."

you laugh and mike pulls you along to the next house that abby waves you towards, where a real-life santa has stopped, taking a break before his next round of dropping off gifts.

mike pats his pockets, sighing. "i forgot-"

"this?" you pull out the small camera from your pocket and mike grins. the two of you take turns taking photos of abby and santa, all wide smiles as santa picks abby up.

"here, why don't you two get in there?" a voice behind you speaks, an older woman coming up, patting your arms and reaching for the camera.

"oh, thank you," mike accepts graciously, pointing out the right button to click as he hands it over. the two of you join abby, posing next to santa for a few photos, flash almost blinding you a few too many times.

"thank you so much," you say gratefully, taking back the camera as mike joins you and abby begins saying her goodbyes.

"of course, dear. you two have a beautiful daughter." the woman smiles so wide you can't bring yourself to correct her.

"oh, she's not-"

"thank you," you interrupt. "and merry christmas."

"merry christmas," the woman repeats, heading off to rejoin her own friends, who point and coo at abby even from where they stand.

mike is looking at you with a smile on his face, wondering if there's any way you could possibly share his sentiments around the energy you bring when the three of you are together. he doesn't have time to ask, though, as abby comes up to you.

"ready to go?" mike asks, recognizing the tired look on her face.

abby nods and begins walking in front of the two of your, navigating back to the car. you slide your hand, cold from its exposure to the air, into mike's, pulling him into your coat pocket. you give him a kiss, lips warm from the drink you'd finished and the two of you are on your way, following abby closely.

you'd been forced to stomp the wet mush off your shoes before stepping inside, leaving all three pairs of shoes over a towel to avoid getting the floor wet.

the three of you shed your layers, stripping until the three of you sit in the matching christmas sweaters you'd started in.

"more hot chocolate?" you ask from the kitchen, thinking it's the perfect time to start baking some cookies.

"yes, please!" abby chimes as she climbs back under the blankets on the couch.

the hot milk you pour for the drink warms your hands, but the way abby's face lights up as you set the mug in her hands warms your heart. you waited until the drink was cool enough to drink before bringing it over, knowing abby did not have a patient bone in her body. she goes in for a sip immediately, bobbing for some of the melting marshmallows that sit on top.

"thank you," abby grins, licking chocolate from her top lip.

"you're welcome," you laugh, letting her attention to fall back to the tv behind you as you make your way back to the kitchen where two more mugs sit on the counter, steam coming out in little white wisps.

you bring mike's mug over(the one abby got him, the one that says WORLD"S BEST BROTHER), but considering he has cookie dough up to his wrists, you bring the warm cup up to his lips instead. mike takes a careful sip, humming at the taste of the sweet chocolate.

"does this look right?" mike asks with a little desperation in his voice as you set his mug down a safe distance away.

you take a look inside the large bowl he's working with, tilting your head at the mixture that doesn't quite look like the cookie dough you buy from the store.

"i think you added too much milk?" you offer.

"i didn't add milk," mike sighs, trying to keep his sleeves up and out of... whatever what was in that bowl.

you keep yourself from laughing with a bite of your lip, rolling mike's sleeves up for him. "here." you reach for the flour, adding in more and letting mike mix it around until it finally begins to resemble something more akin to cookie dough. you dare to try it, making a face that mike can't discern the meaning of.

"is it good?" mike asks, opening his mouth for a spoonful of the dough from you you.

"well, it's not bad," you say, putting the small spoon in mike's mouth for him to try. mike makes a face similar to the one you're sure you made, staring down at the bowl.

"how about we just make these chocolate chip cookies instead?" you offer, already moving to get the pre-made sugar cookie dough out of the fridge.

"yeah, that'll be better." mike scrapes as much of the cookie dough as he can from his fingers, washing the rest off in the sink and grabbing chocolate chips to add in. you're pulling out sheet trays to place all the cookies out and abby is called over to help cut out shapes to decorate later.

the sugar has taken its affect. abby bounces around, barely unable to wait until the short 12 minutes on the timer go off, staring at the cooling cookies on the counter as if that'd make them cold enough to decorate, faster.

at least she's still up - you're really hoping to see her open a gift at midnight.

"can we decorate them now?" abby asks, gently pressing on one of the sugar cookies to check its temperature. "they're cool."

you press a finger on the surface of the cookie, right next to hers. she's right - they're perfectly room temperature. you nod and abby cheers, taking a bit of a chocolate chip cookie as she starts decorating a cookie in the shape of a christmas tree.

"she is going to crash so hard later," you laugh with mike as the two you of start on your own cookies.

and abby does, in fact, crash hard.

her sugar-fueled energy had finally run out, leaving her head in mike's lap and the rest of her body sprawled out on you. the laughter that echoed in the kitchen had died down, cookies eaten, frosting spread on noses wiped off and licked off lips. you laid against mike's chest, watching the holiday movie playing with half-lidded eyes.

"are you asleep?" mike whispers when he hears your breathing even out for the second time.

"i'm not," you insist, blinking yourself awake.

mike laughs quietly, clearly not believing you.

"hey," he nudges you. "it's past midnight. merry christmas." mike turns his head to kiss your cheek, lips warm against your skin.

"merry christmas," you whisper back, trying to gently recover your hand from under abby to hold mike's.

but abby twists and turns until her eyes slowly blink open and she yawns, curling up closer to you and mike from underneath the blanket.

"what time is it?" she asks sleepily, though she makes no move to get up to go to bed. that's okay - mike will gladly carry her.

"merry christmas, abs. it's past twelve."

mike wasn't expecting abby to shoot up, giddy smile overriding any tiredness she felt.

"it's christmas!" abby cries, checking the clock just to make sure.

"merry christmas," you laugh, arms gently around abby to make sure she doesn't hit the floor in her excitement.

"merry christmas!" abby replies, throwing her arms around your torso and pressing her head in your neck, squeezing hard.

"merry christmas, mike!" abby moves on to mike, wrapping her arms around her neck as she hugs him tight.

abby is out of your reach quickly, untangling herself from the blankets and racing towards the christmas tree. "everyone has to open one!" abby calls, waving the two of you over.

"okay, let's see," you say, taking the blanket off both you and mike as you go to join abby. there's not a lot of presents under the tree, but both you and mike have worked together over the months to make sure that'll change by morning.

"i say, always go for the biggest," mike says, reaching for the biggest wrapped gift with his name on it - which happened to be from abby. you and abby exchange a knowing look and the two of you giggle, knowing exactly what the present mike picked up is.

you remember when abby shyly approached you with an idea in her head and a drawing in her hand. it'd taken a lot of work to put together, but abby had been so proud of you, excitedly helping you wrap it and unable to wait for mike's reaction to the gift.

well, here it was.

mike glances between the two of you with a smile as he tears the gift paper, revealing a sweater, multi-colored and uniquely decorated by abby.

"woahh!" mike grins, examining the details on the sweater before pulling it on. "it's beautiful. it fits great. it's perfect, abby, thank you. i love it." mike pulls in abby for a hug and she giggles, admiring how the sweater looks on mike. it's... definitely unique, but you know mike will wear it out anyway. the whole thing makes you smile so hard you barely register abby and mike looking at you expectantly, gesturing for you to pick a gift yourself.

"you know, i think i'll pick a small one," you reach for a small bag with both abby's and mike's names on it. you sift through the tissue paper to find a small basket filled with your favorite treats and, most importantly, a small handmade bracelet. you pick it up with a smile, slipping it on and looking up to see abby pull out two matching ones - one for her, one for mike.

"now we all match," abby grins.

'i love it!" you laugh, pulling them both in for a hug, holding up your wrists to look at the three bracelets together.

"okay, last one for tonight," mike says, fighting back a yawn. he's the only one who hasn't fallen asleep (even if only a little bit) tonight and it makes you frown ever-so-slightly.

"mmmm, i choose... this one!" abby reaches for an oddly-shaped, medium-sized gift wrapped in dark red paper with her name and yours written on it. she tears through the paper and the tape holding it together easily, eyes bright once they register the stuffed animal she's been wanting forever in her hands. abby's in your lap again, the little beaver plush you'd gotten her squished in between the two of you as she hugs you tight, thanking you profusely. you laugh, rubbing her back and saying something about the beaver not being able to breathe properly from where it's at right now.

abby lets go, plushie held tight in her hands as she stands, big yawn sending her body into a full stretch.

"okay, i think that means it's time for bed," mike says, rubbing the tiredness out of his eyes. "we'll open more presents as soon as you wake up."

that makes abby grin and she's in bed in no time. you clean up the area under the tree a little, picking up all the trash and putting the gifts aside for safe-keeping.

you enter abby's room to kiss her goodnight, following mike out and quietly moving gifts from mike's closet to their rightful place under the tree. the two of you clean up the living room: folding the blankets, doing any leftover dishes, saving leftovers and wiping off the counters.

the exhaustion is beginning to kick in, evident in mike's tired eyes. but the night is coming to an end and sweet sleep awaits you.

"you're staying over tonight, right?" mike asks, voice quiet and a little shy.

"well, i already brought clothes, so, yes." you're grinning and mike's face splits into a smile. you're following him into his room and into his bed, the two of you knowing how to share the small space comfortably after a few times now.

you're grateful for the warmth mike provides, for the feeling of security his arms give you. it's really been the perfect christmas already and it's only technically only halfway over. the plan for tomorrow is more or less the same, watching movies together and doing any other typical christmas activities you can think of. you're not worried about inadequate sleep tonight - the chances of abby waking up before ten a.m. are more than unlikely.

late nights in, late mornings. spending time with your favorite people in the world. it's an unbeatable feeling, warming your heart and making a dopey smile appear on your face.

mike can tell you're not sleep yet, feels you shift a little beside him. you've turned to look at him better and he's trying to figure out why when you kiss him. it's dark, but you've essentially memorized is face in this exact lighting.

"goodnight kiss?" mike asks cheekily, pulling you closer.

"something like that," you grin. "today was a good day."

"a really good day. it's been so long since we've had that much fun on christmas," mike admits, a little quietly.

you're quiet, too. you run a hand through mike's hair slowly, fingers wrapping around his curls.

"i love you," mike whispers as though it's the first time he's saying it. and even though it's not, it still makes you smile like it is.

"i love you, too." you kiss him again but he doesn't let you go as quickly as before, hanging on to you and capturing you again a few more times first.

"okay," you laugh between kisses, giving mike one final one. "last one. that's your goodnight kiss."

mike groans, tucking his head in the crook of your neck, gently leaving kisses there. "fine," he mutters against the skin of your neck.

"go to sleep," you roll your eyes playfully, letting mike rest half on you, hands on his back and in his hair.

"i am," mike insists, kissing your jaw before settling down, arm thrown over your body.

you're not quite sure who falls asleep first, but it feels like no time at all before abby is in the room, calling the both of you awake to keep opening presents.

though, her expression is worth it all, mouth agape and eyes wide upon seeing all the gifts that have magically appeared under the tree.

you and mike exchange a knowing glance when abby's not looking, very proud of yourselves.

and as the three of you sit, watching abby unwrap her presents, mike can't help but be a little impatient for the last gift you will open, a small little box from him that's been carefully hidden behind all the other presents.

because, while the past day has only further proven it, mike has known for a while that there's not a day he wants to spend without you - a promise that he hopes you'll accept along with that small piece of jewelry.

#mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt #mike schmidt fluff #five nights at freddy's #fnaf x reader #fnaf movie #fnaf #v + mike #v writes #no reason this took almost a month to write... insane

[babyxbluexmoon]

☁︎ their little flower ☁︎

Yandere! Lo'ak! x Human! Stockholm Syndrome! Fem! Reader! x Yandere! Neyetem!

Warnings: Manipulation. Held captive. Brainwash. Care givers. Short. Not proof read.

synopsis : 'your our baby, we have to protect you. Out there is evil, filth, and horrible na'vi. You need us, my love.. our flower..'

"No, she needs to eat that first, not that." Neteyam explained to Lo'ak who hummed in reply. They entered their shaved cave like home that the Sully brothers did up specially for a special someone. They had just snuck some 'human food' from the labs and now were coming home to delivour and stay. "Flower, we're home!" Lo'ak called out, bit hearing no one they looked at eachother with concerned gazes.

The brothers put the food down and began frantically searching for their baby, until finally their eyes laid apon her. She stood just outside the back door of the cage, her hair tied back as reached up, collecting fruit from a tree growing in the back. "Syulang(flower)!" Neteyam sighed in relife and they both ran over, making the timy human squeak in reply as the boys leaned down and basically crush her between them, engulphing her in a hug. "Why are you out of the cave..?" Lo'ak asked her with a slightly irritated tone.

"I-In the book you got me from the la-labs.. said fruit is just right to p-pick around th-this time.. I thought maybe I could make us something.." she said softly, her small five fingered hand guestering to the basket full of fruit, and Neteyam couldn't help but smile. Their baby was adorable. "Well thank you, my love. That was very thoughtful." He said, then Lo'ak spoke, "However." He started and cupped her cheek to make her look up at him.

"You do not set foot out of that cave without me, or Neteyam. Understand?" He asked and Y/n nodded, "alright.. I'm sorry. But may I still use the fruit?" She asked and they nodded, "Of course, Tiny." With that the boys lead her inside with her basket, both feeling rage but didn't want to take it out on their sweet little secret. However, part of them knew that she would never leave... they knew her mind was clouded by lies and torment.  Their lies and torment.

As the males put away the food, Y/n felt her oxygen leaving her lungs, like they did every six hours. Neteyam and Lo'ak tricked the scientists to create a substance for humans to breath na'vi air for a certain amount of time, and kept getting new suplis of it every week. "Air.." she said, panting heavily as she leanton the cave wall. Neteyam rushed over, taking her jaw to make her look up, then forced her to drink the right amount.

She struggled for a moment in his arms, then finally she gasped, leaning into him and he rubbed her back. "It's ok, my dear.. I got you.. I got you.." he reassured as Lo'ak came over with a wood made cup of water. She gratefully took it in her small hands and lifted it to her lips, slowly drinking it. Their eyes alone basically devoured her, and she was so oblivious to it.

"Hey baby.. would you ever run away.. from us..?" Lo'ak asked her, kneeling down and cupping her cheek, treating her like he was asking a child is they took the last cookie. "Hm? N-no.. I belong here.." she said, and Neteyam came behind her, tilting her head up to look at him. "Good girl.. you are our precious.. right?" He asked as Lo'ak leaned forward, planting a kiss on her chest.

"Ye-yes of course.." she reassured him, her mind to boggled, too lost, to gone to realise their sweet, caring words were just extra bits of manipulation ti make her mind fall deeper and deeper into a illusion of lies. "Good.. because you are ours. Ours forever.." Lo'ak finished, biting down on her throat, making the girl gasp which was soon muffled by Neteyams lips on hers. "Our flower..".

#love story #atwow #avatar twow #avatar #avatar way of water #fanfiction #yandere neteyam #male yandere #yandere #yandere lo'ak #yandere na'vi #na'vi #na'vi x y/n #na'vi x reader #stockholm #stockholm syndrome #twisted love

[delopsia]

Rhett has never really gotten the whole Valentine's thing.

You noticed it the first February you spent together; he'd been tilting his head at the endless pink and red aisles, quietly asking you what the point of it all was. Why give chocolates and plushes on a specific day when you can do it year-round? What's so special about it all?

He says all that as if he doesn't participate in it, too. Bringing you plushes of adorable animals holding little red hearts, sweets and flowers, and anything else that reminded him of you. He may not understand it, but he's not about to let his feelings cause him to miss out on spoiling you with your favorite things.

This year, though, you've got an idea.

With the recent hustle and bustle around the ranch he's working at, Rhett hasn't been home as much as usual. And when he is, those pretty eyes are so damn sleepy that he's got no energy to look around and notice where you've begun stashing things.

A bottle of champagne because every time he sees it in the store, he wonders what it tastes like. Variety chocolates, too many boxes of candy hearts, a bath gift set because he's always bugging you to take a bath together. Chocolate-covered pretzels, cookies, and handmade candies from the little shop that just opened in town. Best of all, you've gotten your hands on a pink masturbation sleeve. So well colored that it practically disappears once you've tucked everything into the basket, tied off with a long red ribbon.

Rhett heads out the door before dawn on Valentine's Day, leaving you with his traditional kiss on the forehead and a small bundle of goodies on the bedside table, ready for you to find them when your eyes open. It's full of all your usual favorites, topped off with an oversized plush of a strawberry cow. He must have kept it hidden in his clothes because when you hug it to your chest, it smells like him.

His eyes were hardly open when he left the house, and they're much of the same when he stumbles through the front door sometime after seven, calling your name as he toes off his boots. The only reason he notices the rose petals and candles scattered across the floor, is because one of his shoes fell off the rack.

He's not entirely sure what to think. Poking at the tiny, battery-powered candles with his foot as he follows the trail you've created for him. Still calling out your name, unsure as to why you have yet to show yourself.

It's the basket that gets him to stop in his tracks. Adorably placed in the center of the bed, right next to your brand-new cow. Virtually silent as he shifts the items inside, a grin sprawling across his face as he takes in all of the things you've gathered for him.

Soft hands appear on his waist, leading the way as your arms wrap around him, "Happy Valentine's Day, cowboy."

"Y' got all this fer me?" He's already toying with one of the chocolates, trying his best to conceal the excitement that rushes through his system.

And so far, he hasn't noticed his new toy.

"Mhm," pressing your lips to the back of his neck.

You knew he would open that bath set first, sleepy eyes flickering between you and the bathroom as if to ask for one more gift. So what if you've already got the water good and warm, ready to go the moment you turn it back on? It's just a coincidence.

It's been a minute since you've watched him peel off his shirt, pale skin bearing a few more bruises than normal. A scattering of blue and purple across his ribs from the unbridled rage of a particularly fussy heifer. Green and yellow spots on his thighs, with an origin he doesn't quite recall, but lets you kiss them regardless.

The water is absurdly pink, and if you'd known there was glitter in this bath bomb, you would have chosen a different set. You'll be sparkling for weeks. But you've already settled into it; Rhett is situating his back against your chest, head resting against yours, and you can't bring yourself to complain. Especially not when he dares to bite into a nondescript chocolate, nose wrinkling as he realizes it's filled with artificial cherry.

"Ain't even the good kind," he grumbles, tossing it toward the trash bin. For once, his aim is perfect.

But his disappointment is short-lived. Cut short by the lips that appear on his naked shoulder, the bad one that never truly recovered from his rodeo wreck. Guiding yourself up the side of his neck, drinking in his pretty groan as his mouth meets with yours, albeit strained from the angle.

Your hands roam across his soft belly, daring to dip down to massage the insides of his thighs, just shy of his rapidly swelling cock. Rubbing up, up, up, to lightly trace your nails across his balls, then back down again. Those eyelashes are fluttering. Breathing a little quicker than he was before.

"Where did...where did you get..." stumbling over his own words, as your hand reaches off to the side and produces that little sleeve. Pale pink, textured on the inside, just opaque enough for you to see through it.

Getting lube on him while in the water is certainly a...process, but Rhett is so damn eager that he hardly seems to notice your struggle.

You know you've made a good decision when his hips buck up, water sloshing as he cries out, so surprised by the feel of this unassuming little toy. One of your hands splays out against his chest, holding him to you, can feel the way his heart jumps when you glide the toy across him again.

"Again," he babbles, pawing at your wrist, still pumping him, "do that, do that—hah!"

It's a wonder the water stays in the bath because he can hardly keep himself still. Squirming and involuntarily kicking his legs, clinging to your wrist one moment and squeezing the edge of the tub the next. Only manages to keep still when he's twisted and turned enough to jam his head into the crook of your neck, panting so heavily that he sounds like he's run a marathon.

You could string it out. Edge him until he can't hold back any longer, but the exhaustion in his bones suggests he can't take any more pushing this week. So when he starts whimpering about being close, begging and begging you to let him cum, you do. Marveling at the sight of his head tilting, eyes falling shut as he cums with a cry that echoes all throughout the house.

By the time you get him into bed, he's as limp as a damn noodle. Struggling to keep himself upright, damn near falling into the sheets the moment he's close enough. The only reason he doesn't fall asleep when his head hits the pillow is because he's too busy waiting for you to settle into his arms.

Then he falls asleep in the middle of his thank you. And maybe he's starting to get the point of this whole Valentine's thing because you wake up to the feeling of him kissing your thighs late in the morning. Smooches punctuated with lazy mutterings about how he wishes Valentine's Day lasted a whole week rather than just one day.

He makes the festivities last for an entire seven days, that's for sure.

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #tw food #delgato's warmups

[strawberryspence]

snow on the beach by taylor swift but i take it literally.

steve takes eddie to a beach for christmas because eddie has never seen the ocean, never has seen a large body of water and eddie wants to see it. he’s been ticking off a list he wrote down the moment he woke up from his medically induced coma from being eaten by rabid, demon bats.

eddie munson almost died, and he hasn’t ever done anything good or remarkable in his life. he’s never seen the ocean, never been in a big rollercoaster, he hasn’t graduated, he hasn’t done anything to repay wayne for the life he has given him.

there’s probably 40 things on the list. here’s a few:

1. graduate high school, fucking please ✔️ (eddie did graduate. with the help of buckley, wheeler, and the whole fucking party. steve served cookies and drinks.)

2. thank uncle wayne. give him a hug for fuck godness sake. ✔️ (eddie did, from the moment he woke up from the coma, he cried and thanked him for everything he has ever done. wayne is his dad, through and through.)

3. thank dustin and give him the campaign of his life. ✔️ (eddie also did that, not only for dustin but for the rest of the party.)

4. go to one of lucas’ basketball games. you owe him one. ✔️ (eddie did, he went to every last game with steve even though people looked and stared but who the fuck cares? sinclair has the talent for shooting balls into baskets, and the smile he gave eddie the first time he came is worth every glare.)

5. thank the bald headed, super powered girl who came for you in the dark space. ✔️ (eddie met el. he thanked her for his life, but she just thanked him for helping her friends. eddie would like to think they’re friends now.)

6. thank everyone who believed in you when you were in the run. ✔️ (he did. he thanked wheeler, buckley, harrington, the kids. and they just smiled at him. told him, it’s okay. that he’s one of them. eddie would never confess but he had some tears on his eyes. BUT ONLY because of the dust.

7. ride a big rollercoaster. ✔️ (eddie did that too. steve made a big day out of it and then drove the whole party to the nearest amusement park.)

8. have your first kiss. ✔️ (yes, he did that too. it’s from robin fucking buckley. because they’re both gay, and both haven’t had their first kisses and they were drunk and high out of their mind. never again.)

9. go see a beach.

10. cook something that won’t kill a living human being. ✔️ (eddie did, he cooked pasta with steve’s help. it was pretty good and the party loved it.)

11. learn how to skateboard. (they’re almost there, max is still teaching him how to.)

12. dye your hair. or some shit. do something to your hair.

13. take a fucking hike. go see the fucking mountains or something jesus christ. ✔️ (he did. it was horrible. he’s just happy he can tick it off now.)

14. fall in love.

15. knit something. maybe some gloves.

16. get out of hawkins. get out of this shit hole.

17. go visit chrissy cunningham’s grave. apologize. i don't fucking know. talk to her. just go.

18. get a pet dog. ✔️ (he adopted the trailer dog. wayne wasn’t happy when hetfield peed inside their brand new, given by the government, house)

there’s about 20 more items in the list. some done, some still on going, some not gonna get done until a few years later.

steve finds the list november of ‘86. he knows there’s a list, the kids annoy eddie into letting them join and help him do some of it. he wants eddie to tick off number 14, only if it’s with steve. but that’s him being delusional. he wants to grant one thing for eddie for christmas.

so for christmas he drives eddie to the nearest beach, it’s not as big as any california beach, but it’s a beach, with some kind of body of water. it starts snowing halfway through the trip and when they finally arrive to the beach its full on snowing.

still eddie is happy. steve watches as he plays with the snow and sand, running and jumping around like a little kid. they could’ve swam but its too cold, steve promises that they’ll come back in the summer with kids. steve takes out some sandwiches and some hot chocolate he made. it’s warm enough that they can watch the snow and the water on the back of eddie’s van, doors open.

there’s a shimmer of glow in eddie’s eyes when steve finally tells him, “merry christmas, eddie. i hope this ticks one more thing on your list.”

eddie takes out the list out of his pocket, already crumpled and lines permanent from being folded, “would it be okay if i tick two things off?” steve feels like he’s being lit from within, as he nods.

“i guess.” steve answers. eddie smoothes down the paper on his knees, takes out the pen he always brings with him.

steve watches as he crosses out 9. go see a beach.

eddie looks up at him, and it’s almost too beautiful, almost like something steve has only seen in a movie. there’s snow behind him, coming down without sound. eddie’s wearing a black sweater, his cheeks red and his eyes twinkling like stars.

“would it be okay if i tick off number 14?” eddie barely whispers, like he’s afraid he’ll jinx it.

“are— are you sure?” steve whispers back, like anything louder would wake him up from this weird, but fucking beautiful dream.

eddie smiles at him, bright, wonderful, alive and moves closer to finally kiss him.

steve knows the feeling of being stopped by time, he knows it well from grandfather clocks ticking away. he thought that was it. but steve didn't know it could be so wonderful, as eddie kisses him and as time stops around them. if somebody ever asks, steve will tell you that kissing eddie would be the closest feeling to what he thinks flying would feel like.

eddie checks of number 14. fall in love.

he should’ve checked it off the moment he woke up from coma, asked for a piece of paper and pen and steve harrington got him a whole notebook and a box of colored pens.

#i wrote this in one sitting without proofreading sorry #crying #they’re my babies #give them back duffers #let them kiss pls #steddie rants #steddie #daeheadcanons #dae writes #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie headcanon #steddie fanfic #steddie masterlist #steddie ficlet #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie hcs

[nicosraf]

if the abm cast were humans, how would they celebrate christmas? in this scenario lets pretend that christmas is just a fun winter holiday w/o any religious implications

because I'm with my family right now and dealing with mexican christmas hell, this answer will be informed by this and, for that, i apologize. but here is the answer:

Lucifer hosts exactly 15 different posadas/christmas-parties at his house in the month of December and each one is full of drama and fighting but he has live music and the food is delicious, so people keep coming. His house is overly decorated like a Christian influencer vlogger and he has a photoshoot with his flashy Christmas tree.

Michael loves a Christmas sweater but he's also too chilly to get out of bed most of the month. He celebrates Christmas by gifting everyone pajamas and going around the room hugging everyone and giving them a kiss on the cheek.

Rosier spends the entire week before Christmas cooking both for the Christmas Eve party and to go around feeding the neighborhood on Christmas day.

Asmodeus forgets about Christmas so he spends the day before the Christmas Eve party making everyone little dolls made out of wood and giving them hats. It's actually pretty sweet. He also gets absurdly drunk at the party.

Baal gets really drunk at the Christmas Eve party too and starts a small fight (with Michael probably). But he works really hard on his presents and spends most of the party eating and drinking his Michelob Ultra beer while sniffling.

Phanuel is the one who stops the fight between Baal and Michael. He also got everyone personalized gifts, though simpler stuff — for ex., he'd get Rosier a basket of fruit seeds and Michael some new weights. He also sings with the live band really emotionally for some reason.

Azazel does personalized gifts too, but he does more expensive things. For ex., he'd give Lucifer a Gucci coat and Michael a Prada shirt. He helps cause some of the Christmas Eve drama by spreading gossip.

Uriel spends Christmas alone, but I think he does get a few presents at his doorstep. Then, out of social obligation (or so he says), he mails a thank you letter, a piece of chocolate, and an excerpt from one of his books that makes him think of the angel. (For example, he sends Rosier a page from a poem about fruits)

Gabriel does the "everyone gets the same thing" gift method, like Michael, but it's a little bigger — like a Christmas-themed care package of food, trinkets, and a Christmas angel plushie. He loves to bake Christmas cookies, even if he's not super good at it, and to wear a Christmas hat with a bell at the end.

Raphael has trouble relaxing for Christmas, but I think Gabriel helps him out. I think he takes Christmas time to spend with his friends but also just to sleep and stroll around town (very slowly, since he's not great at waking, maybe Gabriel is with him.) I can see him spending most of Christmas sitting in a plaza and feeding the birds

Sorry this is so vivid Im just seeing this all Very clearly

#Lucifer would own a sexy santa outfit for sure #mine #ask

[f1xmalereader]

Picnic date

Mick Schumacher x Male Reader

Picnic date f1 bingo

You wake up with a smile on your face, knowing that today is the day you've been waiting for. You're going on a picnic date with your boyfriend, Mick Schumacher. You met him a few months ago at a race and have been dating ever since. You're excited to spend the day with him and enjoy each other's company.

As you get ready, you can't help but feel a little nervous. This is the first time you're going on a picnic with Mick, and you want everything to be perfect. You pack a basket full of food and drinks and head to the park where you agreed to meet him.

When you arrive, you see Mick sitting on a blanket, waiting for you. He looks up and smiles as he sees you approaching. "Hey, you made it!" he says, standing up to greet you with a hug.

"Of course, I wouldn't miss this for the world," you reply, returning his hug. You can feel your nerves starting to fade away as you settle into his embrace.

Mick takes your hand and leads you to the blanket. "I hope you're hungry," he says, opening the basket. "I brought sandwiches, fruit, and some of my mom's famous chocolate chip cookies."

"Wow, you really went all out," you say, impressed by his effort.

Mick grins. "I wanted to make sure we had a good time."

As you eat, you talk about everything and anything, from your favorite music to your dreams for the future. You laugh and joke around, feeling more comfortable with each passing minute.

After you finish eating, Mick takes out a soccer ball from his bag. "Want to play a little?" he asks, gesturing to the open field nearby.

"Sure, I'm not the best at soccer, but I'll try," you say, standing up.

Mick laughs. "Don't worry, I'll go easy on you."

The two of you spend the next hour playing soccer, kicking the ball back and forth, and scoring a few goals. You're surprised at how good Mick is, and he seems to be having just as much fun as you are.

As the sun starts to set, you both sit back down on the blanket, watching the sky turn orange and pink. "This has been such a great day," you say, leaning your head on Mick's shoulder.

"It really has," he agrees, wrapping an arm around you. "I'm glad we did this."

You look up at him and smile. "Me too."

The rest of the evening is spent talking and enjoying each other's company. As the night grows darker, you pack up your things and walk back to your car. Mick takes your hand and gives it a squeeze. "Thanks for a great day," he says, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you for everything," you reply, feeling grateful for the time you've spent together. "I can't wait to do it again."

Mick grins. "Me too." As you drive away, you can't help but feel like this is just the beginning of something special.

#f1 imagine #f1 x male reader #f1 x reader #formula 1 #formula 1 x reader #f1 fic #male reader #x male reader #f1 #mick schumacher x male reader #mick schumacher x you #mick schumacher x reader #mick shumacher #mick schumacher

[nezebel]

clair de lune // k. rengoku x black!reader

a/n: sorry guys. also this reader is inspired by my self-insert/oc so you'll be the eldest child of the Kamado family 👍🏽

cw: if I tell you it'll spoil the surprise (angst)

You crept slowly and quietly to the clearing. You and your lover had met here for years. First, as strangers, then friends, and eventually as a couple. With nothing but grass, a couple trees, and a field of flowers, it was a perfect place for the two of you to embrace each other. And not only did it have beautiful flowers, but around the perimeter was a ring of wisteria trees for protection. Your meetings were secretive at first; your families hadn't always been on good terms. His father always mistook your single Hanafuda earring as a sign of mockery, especially when you got with Kyojuro. But eventually he grew to enjoy your company, even if he surely didn't show it.

It was also the same field where Kyojuro had first confessed his love and, a year or so later, proposed to you. For these reasons it will always be special, and if you were ever separated from your beloved, you could always meet each other halfway.

You approach the center of the clearing, seeing a familiar brush of red and yellow hair almost floating above the grass.

"Kyojuro..."

His name fell from your lips so naturally, as if it were designed just for you. The red and yellow turns and is replaced with a bright, beaming smile. You run and hug him, pushing him over.

"(Y/N)! I missed you," he breathes, effortlessly sitting you and himself up. "How has everything been? I hope you've been eating?" He fusses over you and you can't help but smile.

You smile, but you still can't help but feel a little deflated. "Yes, darling. I've been taking good care of myself as well as my siblings. Inosuke and Zenitsu as well. They've made a lot of progress. Your teachings were very influential to them, especially to Tanjiro."

He smiles even more at that. "I'm glad! I aimed for that exactly. Young Kamado is very unique compared to the others, your sister included. You should be proud of them both."

You nod. Now it was your turn to give Kyojuro a gift. "Here. I brought you a basket of food." You opened the basket to show him the cookies and cakes you had prepared along with a bottle of fine wine.

He gives you a kiss to your cheek as a thanks, then takes a bite out of a heart-shaped chocolate chip cookie. "Hmm!" He hums in appreciation and satisfaction. "These are amazing, my flame. Thank you so much for bringing all this out here. But..."

You tilt your head in confusion. "But what? Don't you like the food?"

He nods, almost instantly. "Of course, sweetheart. But I have to go."

You sigh, finally taking note of his white clothing. Tears form in the corner of your eyes. "Can't you stay...can't you stay just a little while longer?"

He begins to tear up as well. Regardless, he keeps a smile on his face just for you.

"I'm always with you, (Y/N). No matter where you go. But I can't be with you physically anymore. Just know I'll love you for all eternity."

He begins to fade away, disintegrating into golden light similar to that of a firefly. You lock your hands with his trying to keep him with you, even if for a second longer.

"Please...not yet...just one more night. Please," you beg. You couldn't bear to be without him.

He gives you one last kiss. A deep, lingering kiss, full of nothing but love for you.

"You have to let me go, (Y/N). Take care of yourself for me, little flame.

His voice blows away with the gentle wind.

You close your eyes. Maybe if you kept them closed long enough, this would all be a dream. Maybe he'd still be here.

You began to feel his grip on your hands loosen until it was no longer there. Laying your head on his tombstone, you sob.

It wasn't long after until you fell asleep. You slept for hours.

You awoke to the sensation of being lifted up and carried away. Blinking slowly, you look to your rescuer; Tengen.

"Finally awake?" He chuckles, then lets out a deep sigh. "(Y/N). It's...time to let go."

You nod. "Okay...okay. I can...try."

"For Kyojuro."

i was listening to clair de lune and it gave me this bright idea so

#x black reader #x black gn reader #rengoku x reader #black reader #kyojuro rengoku #rengokukyoujorou #rengoku #mugen train #demon slayer #kny x you #demon slayer angst #sorry for being depressing

[matenrou-fan]

Could I request Jakurai, Hifumi and Doppo's s/o surprising them with a gift basket full of homemade sweets as a job well done?

Matenrou with s/o who's surprising them with a gift

ahhh such a cute request <3 here!!

NBreader, fluff, just wholesome stuff;;

-Oh.. Is it all just for him?

-He's so flattered, as a person who gets used to serving humanity and being the one who gives, it's so nice to receive something.. Especially something with such a sweet smell and delicious look.

-"Hehe.. You make me speechless, s/o.." - he takes the basket from your arms, softest smile you've ever seen playing on his lips now and you can see light sparkle in his eyes.

-Despite Jakurai is always really caring and tender in your relationship with him, he also likes to be a little bit mysterious and teasing sometimes. But today.. You melt his heart and make his soul tingle, he can't help but keep smiling the whole day.

-His calm gaze now so joyful and loving as he leaning closer to you. One of his hands moves a strand of long purple hair from his face and he kisses you softly.

-"I didn't expect such a present from my beautiful angel today, so I don't have anything to give you back.." - he whispered, faces so close as you touched each other's noses. His loving gaze almost hypnotizes you with this heavenly blue shine. His eyes are just like two deep oceans, and you can see so much love and affection in their depths - "But maybe a couple of kisses will be a good reward for you right now? I promise, darling, next time I will also surprise you with something so delightful.."

-Your basket will stand in his kitchen for a long time, as Jakurai don't really love to eat many sweets, it's not really healthy. Also, he just wants to save your gift as long as he can.

-It's just so soothing, when he walks inside early in the morning to prepare himself breakfast before a long hard shift in the hospital, and the first thing he sees is your cakes, tarts, cookies.. He immediately smiles, as thoughts about your hard work for him warms his chest.

-Even when Jakurai eats all your homemade sweets he will keep the basket as a little reminder of how cute and precious his partner is.

-"Do you have any plans for today, s/o..?" - he asks you after a few days, when you visit him during lunch break in the hospital. - "I hope to spend this evening with you, in my house.. What do you think?"

-When you will pay him a visit later that day you wouldn't expect much, thinking it's just a casual small date. But when you go inside, the delicious smell of your favorite food hits your nose almost immediately.

-"Oh, come here, s/o.. Don't be shy." - Jakurai chuckle, noticing how your adorable eyes widened a little. - "I decided to return a favor in the same way, so.. please, enjoy. I hope my little feast will please you as much as your present pleases me before.."

-He may not be a great cook and don't have enough skills, but he has enough heart, love and care that he puts in these dishes, just for you…

-Ahhh!! So happy happy happy!!

-He is good at cooking and baking so he knows how hard it is to make so many sweets. So he really appreciates that from you.

-"Haaa~ S/o, you such a cutie and sweetheart, hehe..! I'm gonna have diabetes after so many biscuits and donuts, huh!!" - Hifumi giggles, it looks like he is even more cheerful than usual after your reward. He hugs you tightly, holding you so close to his chest as he pepper your face with kisses - "Now I'm gonna work even harder, if it means I will get such gifts from you, hehe..!"

-Expect him to be really clingy for the next few days as he can't stop complimenting you, his hands are always on you, hugging your waist or shoulder, playing with your hair, holding your hand or stroking your cheek before soft kiss..

-Hifumi just wants to show how much joy and happiness you bring to him, as his heart can't stop beating so fast when he eats your sweets before work. So delicious and sugary, full of your affection for him..

-"My precious darling.. For me, it's not just baking, it's like your love transforms into a physical form - the same warmness, softness and sweetness I can feel from this dough as I feel from your heart, s/o..!" - charming smile plays on his lips after such a pompous speech. Hifumi was already in his gray jacket when he got closer to you, holding your hands softly. - "There's nothing that would be more delicious than your cooking.. Mm, but maybe your lips?~"

-He would brag about your gift for him to anyone he knows. None of his kittens will surprise him as much as you, his precious little star. And he wants the whole world to know about that!!

-"Ooh!! You're finally here, hehe..!" - Hifumi opens the door, meeting you in his pink apron and immediately dragging you inside - "Come on, come on, hurry up..!"

-You didn't know why he called you, so you were so surprised to see a whole table covered with extravagant dishes. Everything looked so good and delicious, almost as if you were looking at pictures of the menu in an expensive restaurant. After all, Hifumi is in the top ten best cooks in Shinjuku, how can you expect something lower than that from him?

-"Here..! It's my little party as a thank you for being such a doll..!" - his hands squeezing yours as he looks at you with the brightest smile. Hifumi always looks like a little sunshine, but near you he lights up even more, radiating his positive and love for you - "Hehe, we can even feed each other, what do you think?"

-Somebody, call an ambulance asap, this man has a heart attack.

-So many things?? And just for him?? Are you sure he can eat it all alone??

-"I.. um.. thank you.." - he mumbles with bright red cheeks, hands trembling as he looks at a basket full of sweets. Despite his thoughts that keep screaming that he didn't deserve such a gift and such an adorable partner, his heart keeps telling him how cute you are and he definitely should be grateful, not pessimistic. - "You're like an angel, s/o.. You are always blessing my poor life with your presence, and now.. So many sweets.. I will never forget that, and will work even harder for you now…!"

-He's touched to the depth of his soul, as he gets used to being treated badly. Just your attention is enough for making him feel bright happiness, but the whole homemade baking..? He's almost bursting in tears as something keeps trembling inside his chest and tickling his stomach, is this what they call butterflies?

-"I.. I know that maybe I ask too much, y-you already make me so happy, b-but.." - his voice trembling a little as he got closer and touched your hands. Shy, but so sincerely deep loving gaze on his face as he tries to get the courage to continue - "But.. Can I kiss you now? I just.. I really want to show my love.."

-Oh just how much he wants to eat all the sweets in one moment..! Everything just looks so delicious, his mouth already watering from the alluring warm scent. Sorry, Hifumi, but for this man your food will be the best thing in life, even if you're not as good at baking as shiny blondie.

-But he needs to control himself and spread the fun over several days. And Doppo will take your cakes and cookies as lunch for work, so he would enjoy at least something good in this goddamn office. He always cheers up after lunch break now, because all the time he was sitting in the break room, eating your tarts slowly and sloppy, thinking about how much time you spent just to make him a gift..

-That's right! If you always make him smile, then he should also try hard to make you the happiest person in the whole world..! You deserve to know how much he actually values you, even if it's hard to say in words for him..!

-"H..hello? Oh, s/o, I'm not interrupting or anything, a-am I? Would you.. would you like to visit my house this weekend..?" - it was much easier to talk through a phone call, as Doppo nervously fiddled with his fingers, waiting for your answer. - "N-nothing serious, just please, if you can.."

-Of course if he said "nothing serious" you were not expecting something serious, but when you came over, Doppo was standing there, really nervous, you could feel the smell of baking powder and sugar from his hands.

-Oh, so he was trying to bake you a cake..! When you congratulate him for hard work you mention that one of the cakes in the basket is your favorite, so he was trying to make that thing..

-"I.. I'm sorry..! It's look much worse than yours one, I'm sorry..!" - he sobbed, looking at his crooked cake - "You can not eat it if you don't want to..! Aahh, I can't even show my gratitude for you normally…!"

-It's look not that good but the taste was still delicious, and a little praise from you made Doppo smile again, as he promised to get better at baking and spoil you with something more good-looking next time.

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[subrina-heart]

For being such an incredible boy this week, mommy treats you to a picnic with her at the park! She packs all your favorite foods and drinks along with some activities to do together. Mommy insists you wear the most handsome outfit you have so she can admire your beauty. She decides to wear a gorgeous dress and sandals to celebrate this wonderful experience with you. Mommy calls your name to check if you are ready to go, heading downstairs to meet her and holding her soft hand as she smiles at you.

Mommy tells you about all the fun activities you two will do together, giggling at how excited you are for being such a good puppy. You blush a lot, telling mommy how you adore her dress and notice her new color she painted her finger and toenails. Soon enough, mommy finds a grassy spot in the park to lay down the blanket and belongings she brought as you two sit down and take off your shoes. Sandwiches, chips, cookies, and juice boxes were just some of the yummy treats mommy brought to eat together. She softly feeds you, opening your mouth as you slowly nibble the delicious food she made just for the two of you. Mommy helps you with the juice box as well, since she doesn’t want others looking at her while breastfeeding you. Both of your bellies are full as mommy begins to lay out some activities to do together.

Coloring books, video games, plushies, and a Polaroid camera were some activities mommy had in mind to play with you. She wants this to be a wholesome experience with you because you are such an incredible puppy! You think carefully and decide to pick the coloring book first. Mommy helps you to find a character to color as you pick the Pikachu and Pichu page. Mommy hums a little as you carefully color Pichu as she colors Pikachu. She blushes a bit, as the characters remind her of you and herself. Once you both finish coloring, mommy takes out the Polaroid camera and takes a photo together of the lovely coloring page you two did. Mommy takes many photos to cherish this day, from you sitting on her lap, mommy kissing your cheek, you two making a heart together with your hands, and you laying on top of mommy’s belly.

You point at the plushies for the next activity you want to play. Mommy brought Kirby plushies this time, taking them all out of the basket for you two to make a story. Kirby and friends were looking for food as King Dedede stole out of it. It was up to Kirby and pals to defeat Dedede and save the day! You laugh and giggle as mommy blushes and smiles at just how adorable you are when you play plushies with her. She gives you a big kiss on the lips when you finish playing, praising her puppy for having an incredible imagination. Lastly, mommy brings out the Nintendo Switch to play some games together. You decide to play some Mario Kart, Smash Bros, and Kirby with her together. Whoever wins gets a special treat from the loser, but they had to be reasonable. Mommy tries her best to win at Mario Kart and she is able to secure first place in all races. For her reward, you have to mark up her face with the lipstick she uses on you. She watches as red kisses cover her pretty face as she blushes at how amazing of a kisser you are. You are determined to beat mommy at Smash Bros, using the best moves to defeat her every time. For your reward, mommy hugs and praises you for a few minutes, telling you about you being the best puppy she could ever have. You both got real competitive when it came to playing Kirby, eventually ending in a tie. Thinking of a reward both of you would enjoy, it was decided to let puppy explore mommy’s body as she needed a good massage. You rub her shoulders, hands, legs, feet, face and more as you give mommy a relaxing massage for as long as possible.

It was soon the evening time as mommy packs up everything as you two head home together. You both smile holding each other’s hand as you both enjoyed having such a lovely picnic in the park. Mommy suggests that next time you two go to the beach together. You nod softly as mommy picks you up and softly swings you around, kissing you on the lips to adore her perfect little puppy!

#domme/sub #dom/sub #dom mommy #domme mommy #femdxm #mommy k!nk #subby boys #fem domme #subby men #male sub #subby puppy #subby thoughts

[bangchansbackohmygod]

Corruption Kink!Felix Part 2

taglist: @drhsthl​

(I wasn’t expecting much on part 1, but at least 15 people requested?! Here you go sweethearts, I hope it’s to your liking)

It had been three months.

Felix had kissed you for the first time three months ago, holding gently onto your waist as you lay underneath him. A short kiss compared to what he was craving, but a far safer choice when he looked at it as a stepping stone. 

He kissed you like that for three months.

No teeth, no tongue, and pulling away far before the two of you ran out of air. He played the part of the caring boyfriend well, partially because that’s what he was. He knew this was all new to you and wanted to ease you into things.

...but he also wanted to hear you ask for more.

Every time his hands itched to caress more of your body, every time his mouth watered at the thought of sucking marks onto the pristine canvas of your neck, he held back.

But he only held back because he knew that’s what you were doing too. He could hear the whine you tried to stifle when his kisses stayed chaste, the hitch in your breath when he trailed his mouth across your cheek even when all he did was stay there. He could feel the way your hips squirmed and tensed from the effort not to grind down on him whenever you sat on his lap.

It was the sweetest torture, waiting for you. You were such a good girl, putting all your trust in him to decide when it was best for the two of you to get more intimate. He supposed he could throw you a little bone, change his plan a little bit to get you both what you needed faster. 

“Oh, sorry.”

The words were whispered an instant away from your lips, his deep baritone easy and his eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort. Movie night on his bed had been put on hold for one of your oh-so innocent “make-out” sessions, your figure lain out on the plush mattress as he kneeled above you, a knee between yours with one arm above your head for keeping himself stable and the other resting feather-light along your jawbone.  His apology was for an incredibly calculated slip-up he’d made: just about the time he’d normally pull away, he’d instead swiped his tongue along your bottom lip.

“No, it’s okay.”

Your answer was more breathed than said, a shy, delicate sound that wouldn’t have reached him if he was any farther away. Your eyes kept straying from his, flickering back to his mouth as if you didn’t know he had a tongue up until this moment. It took everything in him not to eat you whole when your own tongue subconsciously slipped from your lips to wet them, your mouth remaining slightly open as the sweet scent of your breath washed over him. The smile he flashed you then was angelic, a glowing beam that nearly hid the sin in the question he posed next.

“Okay? How okay is okay?”

You gulped, his favorite habit of yours. You always did it when you were frightened. It was the best when it was because of him. It meant you were about to do something that scared you. 

“Okay is.....do it again Felix, please.”

You kissed him, insistent and urgent and needy. But not, he nearly groaned to notice, with tongue. He stayed still a moment, watching with rapt attention as you clung to him and crushed your form against his as best you could without being obscene. It was the little mutters of “please” that you started letting out between pecks that finally made him crack.

His grip on your face was suddenly demanding, his weight dropping down onto yours and holding you in place in a way that didn’t crush you, but didn’t allow you room to escape. His tongue was tangling deeply with yours, rubbing and teasing and exploring what he’d been denying himself. Both of you let out primal moans, your open mouths doing nothing to stop the guttural sounds of pleasure. It was your first french kiss but the way your eyes rolled back as he sucked on your tongue made you look as wanton as any porn star. He finally released you, your head dropping back onto the pillow as the two of you gasped for air. He could tell you were lightheaded, your eyes shifting in and out of focus. He sucked in a particularly harsh breath when he noticed the line of your combined drool glistening from your shining bottom lip to your chin. You were completely debauched, just from your first taste of a saucy kiss.

He gazed at it in a trance and decided he’d gamble one step further. The knee that rested between yours slowly rose up to press against your heat, hidden by thin pajama shorts. His whole body shuddered, his eyes slamming shut and his breath coming out hard through his nose as he focused all of his self control on not taking you then and there.

Your wetness had soaked through your shorts.

(Okay I lied part two isn’t smut but guess what that means~ Part 3 is already in the works darlings! I wanted to see how everyone felt about this new format, because this fic is turning out to be loooong, I promise. In the meantime, feel free to request blurbs from me! I’ll even take requests for this version of Felix, if you’re truly so insatiable)

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[1eaf-me-alone]

Hi! In my basket I have Destroying angel with Cherry and Ivy berries. Can I please have Cyno?

(Honestly giving u all the liberty bc I love your writing a lot) thank you!

𝕴 𝖓𝖊𝖊𝖉𝖊𝖉 𝖞𝖔𝖚

Character: Cyno

Genre: hurt/ comfort

Word count: around 1k

Prompts: “I am not leaving you” and “one last kiss?”

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You curled up in your bed, tightly shutting your eyes, trying to make your pain go away. A buzzing sound surrounded you, the loud ticking of the clock hurt your head, drumming continuously into your brain. Small rays of light filtered through the cracks in the ceiling. The windows of your room slammed closed from the wind. 

Salty tears and snot covered your face. You felt red, you had a headache, you couldn’t think. You were tired. You just wanted it all to go away

Why? Why did it always happen to you? Why did you always have to be hurt? Just as you were beginning to heal again, just as you were slowly getting better.

You lay your head on the cushion closing your eyes. You felt tired. You just wanted to sleep. 

Trust. Such a powerful thing in a friendship, such a strong thing to have because without it there’s nothing. So fragile, so long to make although it shatters so easily, it takes years to build and seconds to break. It took you years to trust again, you tried to trust again, trying to heal the wound from the last time. And it broke you down- again. 

A new wave of tears fell down your face. You didn’t have the energy to move, eat, walk, to talk. You just wanted to be alone. You needed to be alone. Everyone looked the same, everyone was the same. They were going to hurt you. They were all going to hurt you again and lying in this fragile state you were more likely to be stabbed in the back. 

— — — — — — 

Cyno knew you weren’t ok, he could see the tears you were trying to hold when you rushed upstairs and slammed the door. He could see the pain that had just hit you, the way your eyes clouded because you couldn’t think clearly as sadness overtook your initial anger. He could hear you try and quiet your tears because you didn’t want him to worry. 

And yet he  didn’t know how to help you, he wanted to be there for you, hold you, give you a hand. 

He couldn’t do anything about it, he had to leave you space. He had to leave you alone. He hated seeing you in this state, looking crushed and hurt. He didn’t want to see you in pain and it made him suffer that you were. That you were crying, that your brain was a mess, your heart was in bits, your mental state was through the roof, you weren’t taking care of yourself. 

Whenever Cyno thought of you he couldn’t help but smile, seeing how you brightened up whenever you saw him as you rushed in to hug him. But now you couldn’t even look at him. 

— — — — 

Cyno waited until you were willing for him to enter your room.  He knocked at the door before letting himself in. Carrying a tray of biscuits and food for you to eat.

Cyno sat in the bed next to you, stroking your hair gently, placing the cookies on the table next to your bed. 

A sweet smile lay on Cyno’s face as he looked towards you. His glowing white hair flowed freely past his shoulders, and his red eye glimmered, looking at you. His face was full of kindness he was willing to give to you. 

“Would you like to elaborate on what happened?”

You sat up from the bed, wiping away the dried tears on your face. You were in a horrible state. Your face was red, your eyes were puffy, and your clothes were wet from the tears. 

He frowned seeing how badly this had affected you. He couldn’t bear to see you hurt, see you destroyed like this. 

“They left me. They left me for someone else. We’ve been friends for years. I am the one who’s always hurt - people are always trying to hurt me. Whenever I’m finally happy I get beat down again, whenever I try I get punched in the face with reality. So why even try? Why even bother? Everyone has betrayed me. Everyone has left me”

You opened your mouth trying to speak as you could already feel fresh tears about to come out, your chin wobbled as you started to shiver unable to stop. 

Cyno looked you in the eyes and hugged you tightly, letting you breathe in his comforting smell, allowing you to calm down. 

“I’m not leaving you.”

Cyno grabbed your hand holding it in his, kissing your forehead as you felt the warmth of his kiss in you. Small butterflies rose in your stomach. You closed your eyes, trying to balance your heart rate and breathing. Your body felt relaxed as you smiled in Cyno’s embrace.

Cyno beamed thinking of something to say- his eyes lit up in excitement

“So... I don't like atoms because I heard they make everything up”

As pathetic as the joke was you couldn't help but laugh, you wiped the tears in your eyes whilst you gave a small chuckle. You loved this man- even with his horrible jokes. 

Cyno glanced at you. You finally had a smile on your face which warmed him. He was happy he managed to brighten you up even for a few seconds. 

He leaned into your ear to whisper 

“I’m right here with you. I’m not leaving.” 

He gently kissed your hand, forehead and cheek whilst you pulled him in for a kiss. 

His lips were soft and comforting against yours, making you forget all your problems as you melted into his arms.

“I’ll leave you to rest now”

Cyno stood up from the bed, leaving you with a smile as he picked up the tray of food from the table.

You looked towards Cyno

“Wait”

Cyno turned around to look at you, immediately ready to be there with you  

“One last kiss?”

 Cyno walked back to you, sitting next to you on the bed. He kissed you. He wanted to know that he was here for you, that he wouldn’t betray you, that you could trust him. He wanted to know that he loved you. 

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Hope you enjoyed your stay at the forest

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#Cyno #cyno x reader #cyno fluff #genshin x reader #genshin impact #cyno #genshin fluff #cyno genshin impact #Event: into the woods

[thelovelylolly]

Hey! Can you do Robin Buckley x reader going on a picnic date?

Picnic Date

Summary : It's a nice spring day that you were about to waste indoors, but your girlfriend has a great idea. Warnings : none :) Notes : robin and cute dates? sign me up (thank you for the request <3)

It was spring break, the time when all teenagers threw parties, went on vacations, escaped school for a bit. And you were spending your time laying around your house and doing nothing. Super fun, right?

It was the third day of your spring break and you were doing your usual routine. Wake up, eat breakfast, get ready to go nowhere, and set up camp in front of your t.v. for a marathon of whatever show was on. You were waiting through a commercial break when your doorbell rang.

You sighed and got up. "Coming!"

You shuffled to your front door, unlocking it and opening it.

There stood your amazing girlfriend, Robin. She smiled when she saw you. "Hey there, haven't seen you in a bit," she said.

"Sorry, I've been busy watching t.v. all break," you replied with a laugh. You glanced down and noticed the basket she was holding, your head tilting to the side with confusion. "Is...is that a picnic basket?"

"Yeah! I biked over here so that we could have a picnic and take your car but, uh..." Robin trailed off, looking at your empty driveway.

"My parents took it for the week. Said they needed it for a work trip."

"Aw, that sucks. Guess we have to bike there!"

You rolled your eyes and giggled. "I'll be right back, let me grab my things."

Robing leaned forward and kissed your cheek, leaving you blushing as she went back to her bike. You touched where she had kissed as you turned away from the door.

Now, with a pep in your step, you quickly pulled on your converses and grabbed your spare house key. You walked outside, making sure to lock the door, then went to your garage to grab your bike. You walked it over to Robin.

"Man, you take forever," she teased.

"Shut up," you replied, smiling as you nudged her.

The two of you mounted your bikes and were off.

--

Robin led you to a park next to a lake. Kids were playing on the playground while their parents watched from benches, some older women were walking on a nearby path while middle schoolers zoomed by them on skateboards.

You and Robin locked up your bikes and she grabbed the picnic basket. "Come on, let's find the perfect spot."

She took your hand in hers and the two of you walked down towards the lake, away from everyone else.

Once you two found a place to sit, Robin handed you the basket while she laid out the red and white checkered blanket. You sat down next to her and opened up the basket.

"Okay, so I have sandwiches from that one deli you like, fruit, and..." Robin paused for dramatic effect as she pulled out a small container. "Ta-da! I made cookies! Or attempted to make cookies, I'm not sure how well they turned out. They may be a little underbaked but-"

You cut her off with a quick peck on the cheek. "I'm sure they're fine, Robin. And if they are so bad, then at least we'll be sick together."

She beamed at you before handing you the sandwiches. The two of you ate in silence, watching the sun reflect off of the rippling water of the lake.

Soon, your sandwiches were gone and so was the variety of fruit Robin packed. You were eager to try the cookies she made, even if they wouldn't be the best thing.

"You sure you wanna try one? This was like, the only time I managed to bake something and not basically destroy the kitchen, which may be a good sign but it may not and-"

"Robin, babe, I'm sure they're fine," you said softly, smiling and grabbed a cookie from the container.

You took a bite and Robin watched and waited for your reaction. You chewed a bit, then nodded.

"Not bad, Rob," you mumbled with your mouth full of cookie.

She smiled. "Really? You're not joking?"

You swallowed and shook your head. "Not joking, these aren't half bad."

Robin squealed and tackled you in a hug. You giggled and held onto her as you two fell back onto the blanket. After a second, she pulled away but quickly kissed you. You smiled into the kiss, tilting your head to the side as you did.

"You make me so happy," Robin whispered once she pulled away.

"You seem more happy to have made cookies."

"Hush, you're ruining the moment."

#robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x you #robin buckley fanfic #robin buckley fan fiction #stranger things fan fiction #stranger things fan fic #stranger things x reader

[anxresi]

NEWSFLASH: Pink-Streaked Plot Device Confesses Crush To Equally ‘Perfect’ Protagonist. A Nation Of Undemanding Fans Weep.

May I offer a few stray observations?

1. Zoe is not ‘Amazing’, Marinette. She’s just written that way. (Bonus points if you can catch the movie reference there) 

She’s obviously SUPPOSED to be because she has so many friends and loved ones, can do everything she puts her mind to SO well and hasn’t got a single fault in her oh-so-sweet personality. 

The problem with being so gosh-darn flawless though, is that you’re straight-out BORING... especially when put into the confines of a TV show where we expect the characters to be more than just insipid one-dimensional goodie-two-shoes. 

If only they had someone better to replace her, like a rebellious anti-hero... with many layers to their character and plenty of scope for growth and change... yes, that would be MUCH more interesting than a perpetually shilled Creator’s Pet...

Oops, they already got rid of her. So sorry, my mistake.

2. People should be honored to be ‘loved’ by Zoe? 

Not really. She probably ‘loves’ everyone, due to her single-note ‘nicey nice’ persona excluding her from expressing any mild distaste about anyone. Including her own newly-psychotic sister, who’s probably told her she despises her for years.

 She’d probably skip merrily into whatever-bullshit-name-Hawkmoth-has-these-days’ lair in a yellow sundress and a basket full of oatmeal cookies, give him a little kiss on the cheek before prancing out singing ‘Tomorrow’ from Annie, leaving a trail of fluffy bunny wabbits and freshly-bloomed daisies in her wake. 

Aaawww! *Retch*

3. “Adrien’s not the one I’m in love with...” OOOH HERE IT COMES! BRACE YOURSELVES...

4. ...AAANND like a deflated balloon, a broken swing and a show running out of ideas so quickly it shoves in these ‘serious’ moments that’ll never be referenced again, Zoe never explicitly says those three magic words (Alakazam, abracadabra and hocus pocus, right?)

I guess she wanted to be ‘special friends’ with Marinette the same way Rose and Juleka are. A more hopelessly unsubtle, pandering load of nonsense would be impossible to find... but it won’t stop a certain percentage of the audience from instantly shipping these two and finding this moment both ‘inspirational’ and ‘emotional’ (I can just see the hyperbolic tweets now: OMG I WEPT BUCKETS! I CAN RELATE SSSSOOOO MUCH etc)

Sorry, but I can’t get on board. I would say this was badly done whatever the sexuality of the couple, so you can kindly burn your placards screaming ‘BIGOT’ right now. The fact it’s so cynically aimed at a demographic that are often sadly overlooked in animation until recently (and naturally, afraid of some kind of Moral Panic the writers STILL can only hint at gay relationships instead of announcing them out loud) just makes the whole shameless manipulative process even worse, IMHO.

To all those who aren’t catered to by an often very heterosexual-focused cartoon industry, watch The Owl House. Give She-Ra a try. Just anything, instead of this pathetic... what was that term I heard the other day... Gaybaiting?

Yeah, that sounds about right.

(N.B If you get something positive out of this episode I am not seeking to devalue your experience or ruin your enjoyment... I am just saying, I think this is badly-done, poorly written tripe designed to earn the show brownie points when frankly it deserves none. A great example of virtue-signalling, to borrow a tired right-wing trope. You might disagree, and feel free to argue your case, but please respect my opinion by not calling me a bunch of profane names in response. Thank you.)

5. The short scene ends with Marinette letting the supposedly lovestruck Zoe down gently, with a hug and a silent promise to never speak of this again (believe me, they won’t).

 It’s a good moment for both of these favorite, endlessly-hyped characters of Thomas... Marinette gets to show her ‘human’ side and improve her already sterling reputation, whereas a lovesick Zoe takes her rejection surprisingly well.

 No tears, raised voices or even mucus bubbles... the entire emotional catharsis is over in less than 40 seconds. Guess they were too busy with more important stuff in the episode like Cheesy Chat puns, Hawkmoth’s Ham’n’Cheese and Marinette getting spotted panties from her Lucky Charm (I wish I was kidding... but I’m not. I’ve READ the leaks... *Shudder*)

.....................

So, to sum up then: another throwaway moment in an increasingly stupid show that could’ve been something special or left a lasting impact... of course, it does neither of those things. 

I mean, what were you expecting at this stage? The people who produce it are clearly not making any serious effort whatsoever, whether that be in the writing department or stopping MASSIVE spoilers from getting out and ruining the plot (although, I think they already did a pretty good job of that even before this latest round of security breaches).

So if they don’t care, why should anyone else? At least it’s fun to vent about... but time for a break now, to watch something with a bit of actual quality. Hmm... *Decides to see the Amphibia finale for like the trillionth time.*

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[justsomeclintasha]

Day 8- Home

Natasha has never been a fan of meetings, and the day had been full of them. Her back is aching from sitting in the office, and a headache pulses behind her temples. At least it’s over now.

She sighs, slinging the duffel bag over her shoulder. Snow is falling lightly, dusting her hair and the sidewalk as she walks toward their front door. Christmas lights illuminate the path, and she can see the silhouette of the tree behind the curtains.

She wipes her feet on the mat and kicks off her shoes just inside the door. One of Clint’s purple gloves has fallen off the rack. She picks it back up, smoothing the fabric before putting it with it’s twin.

The smell of chocolate chip cookies wafts through the air, mixed with wood burning in the fireplace. She hangs her bag on the hook and shrugs off her coat.

Her footsteps are quiet as she pads into the living room, taking a moment to admire the tree. It’s decorated in ornaments they’ve acquired over the years. A blanket she’s been knitting is draped over a rocking chair in the corner, the soft green yarn cascading into a basket on the floor.

Laughter floats in towards her and she follows the sound. A fresh tray of cookies is cooling on the counter. Clint is bent over Katie’s high chair, wiping chocolate from her cheeks with a damp towel.

Noticing her presence, Katie reaches towards her mommy with grabby hands. Clint picks her up to meet halfway. He wraps them both in his arms, and Natasha leans into the hug a few moments longer than usual.

“Alright?” he asks as she plucks the baby from his arms, resting her comfortably on her hip. She smooths back the blonde hair, then kisses her forehead, Clint’s arm rubbing gently up and down her back. She smiles.

“Just really happy to be home.”

#clintasha #clint barton x natasha romanoff #clintasha fanfic #clintasha advent 2022