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bokutosbiceps · 5 months

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‘tis the season | kengan ashura

gaolang wongsawat/kanoh agito/kure raian/tokita ohma x gn!reader | fluff | ~1k words

warnings: some suggestive/18+ themes but nothing explicit + obviously cursing bc rai is involved my piece of shit man

a/n: welcome to my xmas special for the kengan boys !! as usual, i chose to write for my fav men. it was sooo hard to decide wtf raian would do because he would refuse to do any of these activities but i think what i chose fits him p well LOL.also I’M SORRY OHMA’S IS SO SHORT BUT I THINK IT’S CUTE, m’kay, so pls enjoy 🎄

18+ MDNI | under the cut for length

gaolang wongsawat finds going to the christmas market with you to be the perfect way to spend his evening. the first stop that you two will make, which is a must, is the coffee stall. he’ll pay for both of your coffees and tip the stall attendant just a little bit extra since he’s feeling the holiday spirit. then he’ll tuck his hands into his pockets and you’ll thread your arm through his and thus begins your journey through the stalls.

gaolang holds you close as you trudge through the market, appreciating all of the pretty stalls decorated with lights and tinsel. you two will stop at every single food stall, and gaolang insists on sharing all of his food with you. he thinks it’s cute the way that your smile reaches your eyes and scrunches your nose when you bite into something that’s hot and tasty.

otherwise, it’s mostly silent, save for the quiet murmur of the crowd around you and your excited comments at anything cute your eyes may land on. gaolang is silently taking note of these things, because he will be coming back to the market without you to buy you each and every one of whatever you showed any interest in.

kanoh agito is a man of many, many talents, including chopping down the christmas tree for your shared abode. you and kanoh make the long drive up to the mountains to pick out your tree, and you stand back and let your eyes rake over you man while he swings his axe against the poor tree of your choosing.

he sheds his coat and his long sleeve, leaving him only in a tank top to allow for full range of motion, spits into his hands, and grabs the axe like his life depends on it. agito, all rippling muscles, swings the blade of the axe against the tree like a pro, using his hips to add extra power into his swing until the tree is hanging on by a mere, woody thread.

“were you a lumberjack in a past life, babe?” you joke as you watch him tie the tree down to the hood of your car with twine.

“lumber…jack?” agito doesn’t stop what he’s doing but he throws a questioning glance over his shoulder at you. you giggle, remembering that this towering hunk of man still has much to learn about the world around him. you walk up to his side and give the twine a good tug to ensure that it’s secure before turning around and leaning your back against your car.

“don’t worry about it. you were just chopping down this tree like such an expert, i thought maybe you’d done this in a past life.” you watch as agito shrugs his layers of clothing back on and comes back over to you, leaning on the car next to you.

“i’m surprised you noticed my axe technique since you were too busy ogling me.” agito smirks at you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pressing you into his side. you gasp in fake embarrassment.

“i don’t know how i’m supposed to resist! you took off your coat on purpose!” you tease.

agito just chuckles and leans down to place a kiss to the top of your head, whatever you say, doll.

kure raian’s least favorite thing about moving back into kure village is the fact that he is required to decorate the house with christmas lights. erioh gets on his ass, starting in september, to remind him that he must decorate his villa to keep the village looking nice and uniform for the holidays.

“the fuck do i care about uniformity and niceties? we’re fucking assassins, not little ass elves.” raian grumbles as he untangles the string of lights. he continues to mutter and and whine while he fights with the cord and you’re watching in pure delight as you lay out the corny, tacky decorations you bought for the front yard.

raian brings the ladder down from the garage wall with one arm, his muscle flexing and relaxing as he brings it to the spot under the peak of the roof.

“get over here and hold the ladder for me.”

“can i get a please?” you raise your eyebrows at him, knowing full well you’re in dangerous territory as it is.

“i ask my bitch to do something for me and i get lip?” raian huffs a laugh, throwing his head back in an exaggerated manner. “just get over here before i lose my shit.”

you laugh and obey your husband, dutifully holding the ladder steady while he quickly and cleanly hangs the lights on the edge of the roof. you’re surprised at how efficiently raian works, and how it actually doesn’t look like shit when he’s finished.

“i’m proud of you, rai.” you smile at him and press a quick kiss to his lips when he comes down from the ladder. despite the annoyed frown on his lips, he’s quick to snake his arms around the small of your back as he looks up at the roof, seemingly proud of his work. he nods in satisfaction before turning back to you.

“now, why don’t we go back inside and you can show me just how proud you are, hm?” raian’s hand drifts down the small of your back till it reaches the top of your butt. you just shake your head and smack his hand away.

“we’ve still got the yard to decorate, stud.”

tokita ohma is okay with the holidays, because the holidays mean it’s gonna get cold, and the cold means you’re gonna turn on the fireplace, and turning on the fireplace means he will be napping by the fireplace. ohma really only finds it comfortable enough when you’re with him, though, so he’ll wait for whenever you’re not busy to pull you onto the carpet in front of the fireplace.

he wraps his body around you, tucking your head underneath his chin and bringing his knees up behind yours to effectively keep you trapped. lastly, he wraps his arms tightly around your waist and pulls you backwards until you’re flush against his firm chest. he lets out a deep and content sigh, and you can imagine that his lips are curled upward into a soft smile as he closes his eyes.

“don’t leave, ‘kay?” he mutters before letting out another sigh. you chuckle softly at his request, wondering how on earth you’d ever even be able to escape the strong embrace of your lover. but it’s not like you’d want to anyways.

#gaolang wongsawat #gaolang #gaolang x reader #kanoh agito #kanoh agito x reader #kure raian #raian kure #kure raian x reader #tokita ohma #ohma #ohma x reader #kengan ashura #kengan omega

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ladymarycrawley · 1 year

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You make it feel like Christmas- Mason Mount

Request: I was thinking something like you and Mase got recently engaged and you are in your little love bubble still but now all his family is coming to spend christmas at yours and Mase’ house. A lot of fluff and family time where Mason has a really special present for you, a Cartier bracelet ❤ (as requested by that angel of @raremasey )

Warning: as the request says a lot of fluff lmao (His Lapland reel helps making the atmosphere even better!)

Tag list: @masonxomount @chelsealover @masterclassbaby @johnstonesfc

Christmas is a holiday that is meant to be celebrated with all your loved ones, eating and opening the presents you got for each other. That year you were chosen as the guest for all the Christmas celebrations and what made it even more special was the fact that it was you and Mason's first Christmas as fiancés since he asked your hand in marriage a couple of months ago.

"No Mase, I have to go. I still have to get the beds ready in the guest room, packing all the presents…"

"Come onnnn, it's 5 minutes only" He whined, squeezing your hips tighter. He was so clingy getting out of bed was always a rather hard task, especially on those cold mornings when the world outside seemed so unwelcoming with that biting chill that would welcome you once out of the bed.

You sighed and gave in, letting him hug you way too close to his chest.

"I also have to cook the whooole dinner" You closed your eyes hoping some spell would hit all the groceries in the fridge so that they would cook themselves so that cooking them wouldn't have been your problem anymore.

"I'll help you" Mason muttered with his lips pressed against your cheekbone.

"Really? Are you feeling okay?" Cooking wasn't exactly one of Mason's greatest skills, he was a disaster to be fair so him offering his help was something you weren't quite used to.

"Yeah, I'll just follow what you're saying, it can't be that hard I guess"

You giggled, turning on your left side to face him: he still had that adorable just woken up expression on his face, his dishevelled hair, his slightly swollen eyes. He was perfect and he was yours and not to be too cheesy but with him and his joyful personality it felt like Christmas everyday to you.

You leaned forward to cup his face and kiss him right on the lips.

"You'll be like my Xmas elf"

"That's so romantic" You both giggled before sharing another kiss. "Come on, let me go"

Mason finally let go of his grip on you so you could go and start preparing all that had to be done before the arrival of your boyfriend's family. You loved them to pieces so you just wanted to give them the best Christmas ever, making them feel at ease in your own house as they did everytime they would welcome you to theirs.

As you got up Mason couldn't resist the urge to squeeze your butt, making you wince and giggle.

"Don't do that in front of your family"

"I'll do even worse"

"Don't you dare" You chuckled walking away from your shared bedroom.

If Mason, at the beginning of the day, thought that you two could have made the most out of your day together as it wasn't something that happened very often, he had to change his mind when he saw you speeding away from one corner of the house to the other to prepare all the things that had to be ready before his family would join you.

You knew your day would've been hectic but you didn't imagine it could have been that hectic: you only stopped to eat something quickly and then started running around the house again.

“We can’t even eat in peace??” He asked, rather annoyed, as he saw you getting up and bringing your plate to the sink to wash it in a hurry and then go back to your Christmas duties.

“You can take all the time you want to eat, babe. I still have to prepare the bedrooms and check if I have all the presents” You said leaving a kiss on the top of his head.

Mason liked Christmas time a lot, that year even more as he got to spend it with his favourite people in the world, that is to say you and his family, so he really was looking forward to all the memories you would have made together but he didn't like seeing you getting that stressed over something that should have been joyful and not that frustrating.

“I already told you there’s no need to impress anyone. The presents you bought are fine, they’ll love those”

“I just saw the cutest thing for Summer! Look” You got closer to him, ignoring what he had just said, to show him a princess castle play tent, with lights and all.

“She doesn’t need this”

“That’s perfect! Jaz and her can enjoy some mummy-daughter time in there, that’s so cute!” You didn’t think twice and pressed the buy now button to get the most perfect gift for what had now become your niece too.

“Thanks for caring about my opinion, that moves me” Mason giggled, reacting sarcastically to the way you didn’t take into consideration his point of view.

You giggled, placing your head against his.

“Sorry babe but we don’t have much time to see all the presents in the world and then decide”

“Yeah but it’s like the fourth present you buy for her??”

“The third actually” You corrected him, slightly bitter.

He rolled his eyes. “Oh, I’m sorry then”

“Would you mind washing these dishes while I go check the other gifts?” You asked him as he was already standing before the sink.

“Sure, hun” The love you had for that man couldn’t be described as it was so strong. As a thank you gesture you placed a kiss behind his ear. “But I want to see what you got to the others as well”

“Okay” You giggled as you left the kitchen to go and take the list you made to make sure everyone had their own presents. “So…”

“A paper list?? Who are you?? Santa Claus’ assistant?? Or Santa Claus’ in the flesh??”

“Ha ha you’re so funny, Mount. Now shut up and listen”

You started listing everything you bought for Tony, Debbie, Jaz, Lewis, Summer, Poppy, Harley and Stacey hoping your soon to be husband would have agreed with your ideas, stopping when your eyes felt on his name as his presents should have obviously been a surprise.

“How much did you spend to get all these things??” He asked you, blurting his eyes out in shock. He was more than happy that you cared so much about his family but he didn’t want you to waste all your money on such things: he was perfectly aware of the fact that you didn’t earn as much as he did (since your job was much more humble than his which made your paycheck way lower) but never he didn’t made you feel bad about it as, if it was for him, he would have bought you the whole world and making you leave your job once and for all.

“It’s none of your business”

“Y/N you didn’t have to use all your salary for my family. A present each would have been more than enough”

You rolled your eyes, putting that paper away.

“What did you get me?” He asked in a childish tone, making you chuckle.

“Nothing” You stepped closer to him, bringing your hand to scratch the back of his neck.

“What do you mean nothing?”

“I’m your gift” You smirked before capturing his lips in a loving kiss.

Mason smiled against your lips.

“That doesn’t count”

“What? You’re being kinda rude!”

“I’m not! It’s not fair you bought my family hundreds of present and not even a single thing to me”

“I’ll give you my present when you’ll give me mine”

“What if I’ll give you mine in the bedroom later?” His kinky joke made you blush, earning a cheeky smile from him.

“You should wait for Christmas day at least”

“Nope, I want the whole family to see what I bought you”

“Mason!”

He laughed wholeheartedly, looking at you leaving the kitchen to go and resume your work.

“Where are you going??” He shouted at you.

“You’re wasting my time, Mount!” You shouted back at him, checking the cooking book your mother gave you to write down a draft of what would’ve been your Christmas menu.

“Oh is that so? You should have thought about it a couple of months ago, love!”

Those little banterings were one of your favorite things in your relationship, it felt as if they brought you closer and made everything even funnier.

“Your bank account was more appealing”

In a matter of minutes you found your fiancé glaring at you and you couldn’t help but burst out in a fit of laughter.

“You little…”

“What??”

That was the moment when your little wrestling game started off, where you would try to playfully fight him off your body as he would crush you with his weight.

“Let me go!!”

“Not before this!” He started inflicting you his torture which consisted in tickling you until you started crying ad screaming for him to stop and have mercy on you.

He got up from the floor taking you with him in his arms, pressing his lips against your forehead.

“What’s next on your Christmas to-do list?”

"The presents for Poppy and Harley!" Mason brushed his hand over his face desperately, giggling.

The day before the long awaited day, Christmas eve, finally arrived and to say you were stressed was an understatement: you kept looking at the clock to check how much time you had left before all your guests would grace you with their presence that should have happened later that day.

"Where the fuck is that fucking -"

"Y/N calm down hun"

The last thing you needed was him saying pointless things at you such as calm down, he wasn’t being helpful at all.

You got your head out of the cupboard you were looking in for the mixer you needed to make a sauce for the roast you were thinking of doing as part of the Christmas menu for your guests.

Perfectionism has always been one of your most prominent personality traits so that being the first Christmas lunch you would have hosted at yours, you just wanted to make everything impeccable. But at what cost?

“I’ve been looking for it for the last hour and I needed that for -”

“I know but calm down, I’ll help you with the cooking”

“They’ll be here in a couple of hours and I still have to take a shower, get ready and -”

“Babe, look at me” Mason took your face in his hands to force you to look at him in order to instill some calm in you who were clearly having a hard time. “Everything’ll be alright”

You let out a loud breath nodding at his encouraging words.

“You already made a good impression on them, they already love you so you don’t need all this tension”

Even though you knew Mason wasn’t exactly a chef in the making you let him help you prepare the roast turkey as well as the appetizers you planned on doing. The pudding was almost ready so you had one less dish to think of at least.

You were so grateful for him as he never failed to show you his endless love and support, helping you to stay sane in that case.

"See? I'm already husband material" He stated quite proud of himself while cutting the veggies into tiny pieces.

That line made you blush and smile widely, he was right: he was more than ready to become your husband and you couldn’t wait to call him that.

The way he made you smile warmed his heart so he let the knife fall on the chopping board to come and wrap his hands around your waist, hugging you from behind and kissing you, a soft and meaningful kiss against your temple.

"I'm so proud of you, it will be the best Xmas ever"

"Well, I hope so"

The Mounts arrived at yours in the afternoon, bringing some food Debbie cooked for you all to eat for dinner. You were buzzing to meet them as you got along since the first moment you met them, they've always been nice and caring to you.

Among all, the one who was the happiest with having you there was Summer who ran in your arms as soon as they entered your house.

"Auntie Y/N!!" She hugged you as tight as she could, showing you all her love and how much she missed you.

"Hey baby! I missed you so much!"

"I missed you too"

"You have a lot of things to tell me, missy"

"Yes" She took your hand in hers and pulled you towards your big sofa to have a sit and have a chat with you.

"Look at her, it looks like she found her old friend" Lewis noticed, making everyone laugh. Needless to say, Mason was so happy in seeing two of the most important people in his life being that close. He couldn't wait for the moment you would have your own children.

That encounter was also the first one between you and Stacey and her babies, Poppy and Hafley, since they lived in Australia and meeting them hadn't been possible till that day. It was emotional and intense.

After sharing a much needed dinner where you could catch up on what had been happening in everyone's life lately, you all went on talking with your warm tea in your hands as the fireplace you wanted so badly to have in your house gave the perfect atmosphere.

Mason sat next to you, attached to your hip to be fair, laying kisses against your temple, stroking your thighs covered in black tights lightly, squeezing your hand in his and raising it to kiss your knuckles every now and then. All those gestures didn’t go unnoticed to his older brother who didn't miss the opportunity to make fun of him for how clingy he was.

"Hey bro, no one will take her away from you, you know that, don't you?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Let her breathe for a moment, you're so clingy"

Mason turned crimson while you tried to giggle the embarrassment away, gently stroking Summer's hair, who was sleeping in your lap.

"Shut up, leave me alone"

"He's just in love, Lew"

"Thanks mum"

"You seriously make me wanna puke sometimes" Lewis muttered, loving how good you're making him feel but loving to mock his brother as much.

"So…I'm gonna be an uncle again soon enough"

You and Mason glared at him as Jasmine, Debbie and Tony widened their eyes moving their gaze from Lewis to you.

Mason then let out a laugh, brushing his hand against your stomach.

"Maybe it's already here"

"MASON" It was time for you to blush in embarrassment, batting your fiancé's hand away.

"What? I guess that's how things will go"

"There isn't anyone in here at the moment" You snapped back, making your brother-in-law crack a chuckle.

Soon after Jaz got up to take Summer to bed and you all followed her to go to sleep too, not before making sure everyone found their own bedrooms and asking them three times at least if everything's okay and whether they needed something.

You let out a loud sigh when you closed your bedroom door behind you, raising your gaze to find Mason's, who was smiling.

He walked closer to you, placing his hands on your hips and pulling his lips closer to your ear.

"I can put a baby in you if you want"

"Mase!" You tried not to laugh as you pushed him away from your body. "Not yet"

"Oh come on! That would be a good Xmas present"

"You're crazy" You shook your head, before leaving him there to go to your ensuite bathroom.

"Yes, crazy for you"

"Stop it" You giggled, locking yourself in the bathroom.

When you got back from your night routine, ready to have a good night of sleep, you cooed as your eyes caught sight of Mason who had fallen asleep with his phone in his hands, his head dangling.

You got closer and gently tapped your hand on his shoulder to wake him up.

"Mhh? What??"

"Put on your pajamas and get under the blankets" You sweetly instructed him as he nodded and sighed heavily.

The truth was that he was too lazy to get changed so he just took off his hoodie and put himself under the blankets, wrapping his arms around you, making you giggle as you kissed his forehead.

"Nighty night"

"Goodnight, my love"

The next day, Christmas day, you woke up to his gentle caresses, his fingertips dancing along your neck and shoulders, brushing your locks behind your ear. Those gentle touches made you feel like the most loved person as his cuddles never failed to make you feel special, like you were the only girl in the world.

You tried to suppress a smile that, sadly for you, he noticed so you couldn’t go on faking being asleep to enjoy his cuddles in peace.

“I know you’re awake” He whispered cheekily, leaning forward to kiss your nose.

You let out an annoyed grunt that made him smile as he pressed another peck on the spot between your eyes.

“Merry Christmas, babe”

“Merry Christmas”

You spent a good while in silence, your foreheads against one another, your noses brushing as you stayed there with your eyes closed, revelling in the quietness of your own room before the loudness of the day ahead would have started.

But that peace didn’t last long as you heard someone cracking your door open, followed by the sound of a lively tiptoeing on the floor.

“Uncle Mase?” That was Summer who was probably doing her tour around the house to wake everyone up as the day she had been dreaming about for the whole year had finally arrived.

Mason sniffled looking down at her and smiled lovingly.

“Hey baby, happy Christmas. Do you want to come here?”

Summer nodded happily as Mason took her in his arms so she placed herself between you two to get her beloved cuddles: all the gentle touches and kisses were for her now.

“Let’s go see what Santa Claus brought us!” She jumped out of the bed, eager to go and see her presents, dragging her uncle along.

"Auntie Y/N, come on!" She nearly yelled at you, making her silly uncle laugh.

"Come on auntie, get up!" He said, doing a perfect impression of his niece hence getting a middle finger from you.

Once you find the strength to leave the comfort of your bed, you walk downstairs to find everyone already sitting by the fireplace, ready to open the presents.

It felt so good seeing everyone enjoy what you got for them, especially Summer who would have liked to spend the whole day sitting in that pink tent, playing with the dolls you gifted her.

As for Mason, you bought him a vintage watch making him whine about the fact that he didn’t like you spending all that money for him and then you thanked him a thousand times when you saw the designer bag and the aquamarine necklace he got you.

"Here's another thing for you"

"What? You know what I told you about presents"

"Said the one who bought ten presents each!"

"And they were all good presents!" Debbie stated, making you smile as it meant you did a good job in trying to please everyone.

Mason handed you a little red shopping bag that read Cartier in it and you widened your eyes out in shock: you still weren't used to him spoiling you with luxury goods, no matter how many times you told him he didn't have to spend all that money for you.

"Open it"

"Mason, for God's sake…"

"Wait for what's inside" Jaz urged you, wiggling her eyebrows.

When you finally opened the red box finding the golden bracelet there was inside you breathed out, shivering a little for the emotion of the moment.

"Are you crazy?? You didn’t have to buy me this!"

"Shut up"

"Don't tell me to shut up"

"Why, Mase? I've told you so many times you don't have to buy me expensive things" You whined fiddling with your newest piece of jewellery as you couldn't stop looking at its perfect shape and golden surface. "You already got me a bag, that necklace I saw in the window the other day…and now this"

The Chelsea midfielder tilted your face up, placing his hand under your chin as you were met with his loving smile.

"I'm serious, Mase"

"I'm serious too, Y/N. I love you and I want to give you all the presents in the world, I want to spoil you cause you're always so supportive with me and I just want to give you small things that can make you happy, or even happier"

"But I'm always happy with you"

"Shut up" He hissed on your lips before kissing you, his hands placed at either sides of your face by way of hiding you, not to let anyone of the present spoil the little moment you were sharing.

"Guys, we're still here you know"

Mason threw a cushion at Lewis, making everyone laugh.

"Take a closer look at it"

You looked at him with raised eyebrows, clueless about what he was hinting at. He smirked and gestured for you to move the bracelet around to look better at the inner part of it. When you realised what he meant you gasped, as joyful tears started staining your face: he had engraved such a simple but meaningful declaration on it and, from now on, you would have worn it forever.

"Mase I - you -" No words that would have come out of your mouth would have been enough to thank him and express how you were feeling.

"Yeah, I love you too" A toothy grin appeared on his prince-like features, as he pulled you in to kiss your forehead, a long and loving kiss.

Mason himself was already a gift for you so you didn't need him to spend any extra money for you, he was your happiness and you couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your Christmases with him.

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sunwarmed-ash · 5 months

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Sinful Sunday Post

Hey wanna know something cool about following me?

when my muse is good and my brain is happy I get so excited I just want to post all the things!

Separation Anxiety Chapter 7 is dropping TONIGHT!

you can read the winning preview here

but also the poll was SO CLOSE I decided to drop a lil more of the DPD Xmas party 😘 so enjoy the smut fic under the cut!

Have a great day babes, and I'll see you TONIGHT for the Parksborn Smut 👀😘

part 1

Gavin’s uncomfortably face to metal with the cold surface of the interrogation table, stripped of all his clothes, and cuffed, His bare ass is perfectly exposed for not only Nines to punish, but Hank and Connor to openly ogle across the room. It makes his cock ache and his body itch in anticipation for whatever Nines is going to do next.

His cock is still painfully hard, but thankfully, hanging loose off the table and not squashed between his body and the table. Likely on purpose, since Gavin’s been known to attempt to rub himself off on any surface at any given time…

The first strike of Nines’ hand comes down hard across both ass cheeks.

“Phck Nines, don’t cripple me,” Gavin groans. It hurts, but his cock still pumps out a steady stream of precum past his piercing.

“Act like a slut get treated like one.” Nines grins.

“Yes Sir,” Gavin pants, melting a little deeper against the table. He couldn't help it. He’s so exposed like this, open and vulnerable for them to touch, torture, play with, and it’s driving Gavin insane with desire.

In all actuality, he doesn't mind being treated like this. It's kinda the problem. Well it's not a problem in his eyes. It’s just his dumb body that can’t keep up as well as he used to.

The second hit is hard, but not as bruising as the first and it's perfect. Gavin groans and relaxes further against the table, risking a question. “Does that mean you’re all gonna use me?”

Nines rolls his eyes, Gavin sees it in the two way mirror.

"You don't deserve it, but yes."

Gavin whines as his brain whites out in anticipation of actually being fucked by all three of them.

"Open your mouth," Nines demands and Gavin does, naturally sucking two of the robot's fingers into his mouth to coat them generously with saliva.

"He's got you trained real good Reed," Hank teases, but it's obvious by the breathy retort he’s worked up by the action too. His monster cock is already out of his pants and he’s pumping it while he watches Nines take him apart. Connor’s doing the same with his own cock. More precum slides past his tip onto the floor.

Gavin licks around a third finger and sucks hard, but not before locking eyes with Hank. Challenging him. Because yes, Nines does have him trained. It has the desired effect. Hank curses pleasurably but doesn't break eye contact. The hand on Hank’s dick speeds up.

"Enough," Nines orders, pulling his fingers back.

Before Gavin can even catch his breath, Nines is finally breaching his ass with one, then two slick fingers in quick succession.

“Oh phck,” Gavin pants.

Nines twists his fingers to find Gavin’s prostate, rubbing and teasing him just the way he loves before cruelly, pulling away altogether.

“No no don't go,” Gavin begs pathetically as his cock pulses out more precum.

"Connor," Nines says, ordering the other android over with only the use of his name.

Connor stands from his place next to Hank, and resituates himself behind Gavin.

"What do you think?” Nines asks, before pushing three slicked fingers inside Gavin.

Gavin’s resulting, choking whine is pathetic. His skin burns with humiliation knowing Connor is recording every moment of him like this for later.

“He needs to be looser if he’s going to take Hank,” Connor confirms.

“Phck,” he pants. He was hoping for some of this delicious torture to end, but neither of them pay him any attention. Instead, Nines pulls out his fingers and orders Connor to,

“Lick him open. Don’t make him cum.”

Before Gavin can think of a retort there's a wide, slick tongue flush against his asshole. The moan that spills out of his mouth is wet and pitifully desperate.

“Yeah, wait till you feel him on your dick,” Hank chuckles.

Anything else Gavin is going to say dies on his tongue because Connor starts up a steady pace licking into his body. It's the first time all night Gavin’s had nothing to say. Too blissed out on the raw, filthy pleasure of Connor’s tongue inside him, and the sloppy-slick sounds he’s making as he loosens him up.

Connor’s hand slides up Gavin’s thigh and rests below where his mouth is working, slender fingers already teasing their intent to slip inside too.

“Phck, phck, please,” Gavin whimpers, because he needs more. He always needs more. He's a greedy little slut after all. And Connor’s fingers are so so close. Just a little bit more…

“Stop,” Nines orders and Connor does, much to Gavin’s instant, vocal disappointment.

But then someone's fingers, he can’t tell whose, are pulling his ass open and Connor spits into his wide open hole.

Gavin’s core burns hot as the robotic pair inevitably scratch one of his biggest kinks and with a shameful, choking sob, Gavin is cumming all over the floor.

“Oh my fucking god,” Hank groans and Gavin can hear his slick pumps speed up. It sends another jolt of pleasure through his body to know Anderson’s getting off to this too.

Nines’ immediate growl tells Gavin he's in trouble, but he really couldn't help it. This particular situation was already right out of one of his deepest fantasies and now he can feel Connor’s spit dripping down the back of his balls. There's a hand in his hair the next moment and he's being yanked up until he's flush against Nines.

“Did I say you could cum, slut?”

“I'm sorry Sir,” Gavin pants. He is. He tried to hold it back, but without a cage or a hand, he’s defenseless to the sadistic torture of the RK twins. “I-I swear I didn't mean to,” he pleads, “please…”

Nines hand grips the tip of his cock hard, squeezing the oversensitive head until Gavin squeals.

“Nines, baby, please,” Gavin begs, “I’m sorry, let me make it up to you. Please.”

“How?”

“Anyway you want,” he begs, “Swear baby.”

Nines grins, small and sly and Gavin knows he's in for it.

Nines helps him get situated comfortably back on the table, but Gavin doesn’t let the false sense of security fool him. Predictably, in that next moment, Nines pushes in dryer than Gavin’s body needs to take all of him comfortably. It's punishment, for cumming without permission, or maybe for accidently feeling up Connor. Either way, Gavin’s ass is in for it and if he hadn’t just cum, he would’ve as soon as Nines bottomed out.

Nines hips start up a fast and steady pace, yanking Gavin right out of his head and back down into his body which is currently singing with pleasure as the burning stretch engulfs his every nerve ending. As soon as Gavin cries out his plea, Nines pumps his ass so full of synethic cum the next round of thrusts are squelching, echoing loudly in the room.

“Phccck,” Gavin melts, relaxing completely under the sweet torture of his partner. “Don’t stop, don’tstop, please.”

“It’s not me that’s going to need to tap out,” Nines chuckles and Gavin knows he’s right. Gavin will need to stop well before Nines ever would.

“Holy fuck,” Hank pants, because Nines dominating Gavin is a full sensory experience. Every slap of Nines’ hips against Gavin's ass is audible, slick, and sloppy. Gavin hasn’t been able to stop begging since they started and it's only increased since he’s finally getting what he wants.

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MERRY CHRISTMAS; C. MONAGHAN

CAMERON MONAGHAN X F!READER

WARNINGS: not proofread/edited! but other than that, none!

WC: 1261 - (very) short but sweet!

A/N: i had so many ideas in mind for an xmas fic (for cam, jerome and even jeremiah 😭) but i procrastinated for too long and now it’s 12:30 am on christmas as i write this so that’s another reason why it’s so short 😭 im sorryy 🫶🏻

SUMMARY: Decorating cookies with Cam while it snows outside <3

It was tradition to bake cookies with Cameron every year. It was also tradition for Cameron to burn himself while taking them out of the oven..

“Ow! Fuck!” A yell was heard from the kitchen and finally, you knew better than to spring up and rush over to the man and ask what was wrong. Apparently he took that tradition very seriously.

“Cam, are you serious?” You sigh as you make your way into the kitchen area, your socks padding against the floor of your shared home. Once you got close enough to him, you took his hand in yours to inspect the injury, only to be met with his normal pale skin.

“I had to, baby.” He chuckles and kisses your head, taking in your surprised reaction, only amplifying his laughter. When you snap out of your daze, you try to hold back a smile as you playfully slap him on the shoulder. You fail as a wide smile takes over your face once your boyfriend’s laugh reverberates through the kitchen.

“Shut up, get the cookies.” Cameron sees right through your fake agitation as the smile is as big as ever on your beautiful face. With another chuckle escaping his lips, he obeys and grabs the pan, walking into the dining room and placing it down. You join him as you brought frosting with you, putting it beside the cookies, a few food colorings in your palm so you could dye the white sugary treat.

You both take a seat and grab a cookie each, scooping up some frosting on a butter knife as soft songs play through the tiny speaker you own. The lighting was dim as it grew darker outside, small white specs flying past the windows. The snow began to stick as it gathered on top of each other. The perfect kind to make a snowman with. Or a snowball fight..

“Sweetheart,” you looked over at the man in front of you as his soft voice broke you out of your trance. “Open,” you oblige, parting your lips and letting him offer the cookie to you, biting off the top half of a christmas tree, green frosting residing on your lip. The smile on Cameron’s face made you melt as he watched you, those beautiful smile lines coming to light.

He takes away the other half and eats the rest, dusting off his hands from the crumbs. The wind seemed to have picked up from outside as the sharp sound of it blowing every which way, invaded the house. When Cameron looked back at you, he couldn’t stifle a giggle.

“You got somethin’,” he mimics wiping something off of his top lip with a smile on his face. You immediately try to wipe - what you assumed to be - frosting off of your face, but Cameron looked more amused by the fact you couldn’t find it. “Let me get it.” He mutters and leans forward, suddenly pressing his lips to yours, licking over the dyed frosting. It left a sugary taste in his mouth and it only added to his love of kissing you.

“All good.” He smiles teasingly as he leans back in his seat, subconsciously licking his lips. Your eyes never leave his for a moment, until you (once again) snap out of it and look down at the cookie that you had abandoned with a warm face. A quiet, soft chuckle was heard in front of you from your boyfriend, only adding to the flushed feeling.

Songs play and end and repeat as minutes go by, the wind getting faster and the snow getting heavier. You hadn't stepped foot outside since this morning- when you quickly ran to grab flour for the cookies you both were making- but you were a hundred percent sure that it was freezing outside. The snow began to clump on the frozen grass, the green strands slowly being coveted by the white ice.

Your christmas tree was up, warm lights illuminating the dim room. The soft carols that sounded from the radio soothes you both as you decorated the cookies, occasionally eating or two (Cam's excuse always being, "it didn't look right.. and it couldn't go to waste!"). His enthusiasm for the delicious treat always made you happy, knowing that just the one tradition during the christmas season can have that sort of affect on him. He would always boast about how he was lucky he got to spend it with you as well.

By the time you both finish the cookies, it was pitch black outside; with the exception of the bright snow that littered the ground. You had put the treats away for tomorrow as Cameron helped you clean up, placing the dirty utensils and pan into the sink.

As you finish washing the dried, sticky frosting from your hands, you feel strong arms wrap around your waist. The slight weight of his head on your shoulder barely registered as you were more than used to the position that you both were in.

"Merry Christmas, baby." Cameron whispers in your ear, the smile on his face being heard through his words. Your eyes widen slightly at his sentence, taking a quick glance over at the clock that was in the kitchen, reading: 12:04 (am) on the hands. You look through the window in front of you as Cameron holds you gently against him, rocking you both slightly. The snow falls perfectly before you, your eyes never landing on just one snowflake as they pass by.

A white christmas; something everyone that celebrates christmas wishes for. It was comforting and nostalgic and it made a warm smile spread across your face as you lean back against your lover. His thumb rubs back and forth gently against your skin, sneaking between the end of your shirt and the very beginning of your pants.

"Merry Christmas, Cam."

The fire crackled and popped, the bright light shining throughout the entire room.

You and Cameron were lying in the living room together, the christmas tree in the corner, some presents underneath and the fireplace burning. It was around one in the morning and you've both yet to fall asleep. You had originally sat out here because you and Cam were watching christmas movies together, basking in the nostalgic and calming feeling. The two of you lied with each other, your head on his bare chest as you listened carefully to his soothing heartbeat. Cameron's arms were wrapped around you tight, securing your spot on him and not letting you get away. As your head rested near the crook of his neck, his lips lied against you, eyes fluttering shut occasionally.

The snow had never let up, not that either of you were bothered by it. When Cameron had woken up at one point, his eyes were met with you sleeping on his chest. Though he sees the sight more often than not, it never fails to make him smile and feel giddy inside. He found so much comfort in you and he couldn't be more grateful to have you in his life; his girl.

He reached over to click the TV off, the lights from the tree illuminating the area. The aura was comforting and it quickly lulled Cameron back to sleep, but not without a kiss to your forehead and a sweet whisper, "Merry Christmas, Y/N." His hand softly moves through your hair, careful not to wake you. "I love you."

As the light on the christmas tree never wavers, neither does the love you both have for each other.

#cameron monaghan #cameron monaghan x reader #cameron monaghan smut #cameron monaghan imagines #i love this man sm #merry christmas!!#jerome valeska x reader

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Bernard x Elf!Reader - Chapter 1 - Puppy Love

A/N: Hiii! This is my first time writing a fic on Tumblr! Usually I use Wattpad, but I’ve been reading a lot more tumblr fanfics lately and i feel inspired to join the club! I’m starting out with a fairly underrated character played by one of my favorite actors. Bernard from The Santa Clause. I plan to write more x reader fics for completely different characters in the future. Anyways this is probably gonna be cheesy as hell but hey it’s Xmas time so I’ll allow it.

Christmas was only 8 days away, and everyone was rushing to get the last of the toys made. A large variety of baby animals had just come in and you were one of the elves who eagerly volunteered to keep them strong and healthy in preparation for takeoff on Christmas Eve. At this point, you were busying yourself with holding a small puppy and feeding him a bottle of milk. You were absolutely melting at the site of the little pup. Bernard, on the other hand, was all over the place. He was running down to the workshop to make sure every toy looked absolutely perfect, he checked for tears in every wrapped gift, he made sure Santa had made a list of which children were naughty and nice, and ensured he checked it twice. No matter how many elves attempted to assure the head elf everything was in order, he would not rest. His next stop was to make sure all the animals were safe and taken care of. He sped up the stairs and peaked in the room to see many elves spread out with a baby animal in their possession, and his eyes almost immediately landed on you. He found himself instantly relaxing his shoulders at the sight of you, and leaning against the doorframe, not realizing he was staring.

You were so entranced by the baby pup in your arms that it took you a few seconds to notice Bernard, but once you did, you smiled wide, which shocked him back to earth. “Adorable, isn’t he?” You spoke, looking at the puppy and then back towards Bernard, before holding the puppy out to him. “You wanna hold him for a little while?” You suggested, which made the elf back away and hold his arms up.

“No, it’s okay, I-I should really get back to work.” He was still a little embarrassed to have been caught staring.

“It’s okay to relax little bit, y’know? There’s lots of other elves making sure everything goes perfect this Christmas, besides, taking care of these baby animals is still work, in a more laid back form, which I think is exactly what you need.” You said as you carefully placed the puppy in one of his arms, and the bottle in his opposite hand. He instinctively made sure the puppy was comfortable, in spite of still being hesitant to “Relax.” When he looked up from the puppy, he noticed how close you’d gotten, and his breath hitched in his throat. “Come, sit down.” You said, putting a hand on his back and leading him over to an empty spot on the ground.

“Ah-okay..” He didn't see any point in arguing with you, since you had a fair point, not only was he still working, but he now had an excuse to spend time with you. You picked up a gray striped kitten and a bottle for her, then sat down beside Bernard. Just being near you made his heart beat a million miles a minute. He couldn’t look away from you, unless you looked back at him, of course. “Is this what you’ve been up to all day?” He asked curiously, and for a moment you mistook his question as one from a judgmental head elf who perhaps thought you ought to have been more productive, so you slightly furrowed your eyebrows and looked at him.

“Yes, is there anything wrong with that?” You questioned in return. His eyes widened and, as if he was reading your mind, he understood your assumption and rushed to explain what he meant.

“Oh! I just- no, it just seems nice. I wish I could spend the day taking care of these animals too..” You nodded, glad you’d only misinterpreted the intent behind his question.

“You could, I’m sure if there was a problem elsewhere you’d be made aware, you don’t have to try so hard to be everywhere at once.” You suggested. He immediately shook his head at the idea of staying stationary and risking the rise of chaos.

“No, I couldn’t do that. I’m sure the second I turn my back Curtis will try to take charge and everything will descend into madness.” He spoke in a frantic manner, expressing how desperate he was to keep that from happening.

You chuckled, “Okay, so Curtis might try something like that, but the other elves wouldn’t listen to him. Everyone knows you’re the head elf.” You assured him. “Just for the rest of today, take a little bit of a break here.” You were stubborn about this, and Bernard couldn’t help but cave.

He sighed, “Okay, fine. For the rest of today.” He agreed. If anyone else tried to be this stubborn with him, he’d easily brush them off. But it was you. He could never resist you.

So, you guys spent the rest of the day nursing hundreds of baby animals and then returning them to their pens. He was a natural caretaker like you, and you admired that. The animal pens were sorted first by the country they��d be delivered to, and next by the animal type.

Every time you so much as brushed arms while getting up to return the animals to their places, his face would immediately grow pink and his ears would heat up. He didn’t know how you had such a great effect on him, you just did. You always had. He felt like the best version of himself when he was around you since you both started working in the factory, at around the same time. You’d considered each other best friends since you were around 800 years old, and although over the years it dawned on him that he might have more romantic feelings towards you, he never dared to admit it, because he couldn’t bare the guilt of spoiling your wonderful friendship.

Soon, it got to be too late to continue swaddling baby animals, and it was time for you both to get some sleep. Upon nursing the last little creatures for the night, you noticed Bernard’s eyes slowly start to close. You set the bottle in your hand down so you could reach over and gently shake him awake. “Hey,” you whispered, “I think it’s time for us to call it a night.” He looked at you and nodded sleepily.

“I think you’re probably right. But I should probably check on a few things before-”

You cut him off before he could finish his sentence, “Nope, you gotta get some sleep, whatever you wanna check on can wait till morning.” He opened his mouth to argue, but then shut it because he knew it was no use. You took the little hedgehog he held out of his arms and handed him the bottle you had for the guinea pig still in yours. He got up and put the bottles away, and you put away the animals.

Bernard walked you to your house as he always did when you worked late, you talked about the day you’d had together, the animals you found easiest and most difficult to take care of. “Personally, I always love taking care of the kittens, they’re very low maintenance and the little baby sounds they make are to die for.” You expressed, just thinking about them made you melt. You truly were a cat person, but you knew you’d always be too busy to take care of a cat of your own.

Bernard nodded, “I did love the kittens, but I gotta say I’m a sucker for puppy dog eyes.” He spoke with a shrug and a small grin.

“You got puppy dog eyes of your own ya know.” You remarked, grinning back at him.

“Says you! No, I have very stern, intimidating eyes. It’s how I earn respect from the other elves.”

“Stern eyes?” You chuckled, “Is that a thing? I don’t think that’s a thing.” You shook your head.

“Stern eyes are definitely a thing, and I have them.” He insisted, glad he was making you laugh.

“I think the elves respect you because you’re always taking care of everyone and making sure all goes well. I think even though you try to convince yourself it’s your tough exterior that gets everyone moving, it’s actually the fact that everyone knows how much you truly care that makes them respect you.”

He was surprised that you suddenly said something so genuine in the middle of your joking back and forth that at first he didn’t know what to say. He immediately could feel his cheeks warming up again, and he looked at his feet. Then, after a brief silence, he looked back at you. “You really think so?” He spoke softly.

You didn’t say anything, you just nodded and let out a gentle, “Mhm.”

Bernard couldn’t tell if it was what you had said or how tired he was making him feel less capable of being nervous, or maybe a combination of both that made him feel like he almost had the courage to kiss you that night, but as he began to lean in, he realized how terrible of an idea that would be. In spite of him stopping himself, you certainly noticed how close he’d gotten. You wondered if maybe he was leaning because he wanted a hug, or because he was too tired to stand completely straight. You went with the idea that it could be both, and pulled him in for a tight, warm hug. In spite of him not expecting this, Bernard instinctively wrapped his arms around you and buried his head in your shoulder. “I’m eternally grateful for you, Y/n.” He said, his voice muffled against you.

“I’m eternally grateful for you, too.”

#the santa clause #bernard the elf #bernard #x reader #y/n #fem reader #the santa clause 2 #david krumholtz #first post #bernard x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #chapter 1

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A Very Merry Christmas | Eddie Munson x gn! Reader ft. Uncle Wayne

This is seriously something I am so proud of and I truly wrote it with so much love. I hope you enjoy and have a wonderful Holiday time. ❤️

“Um a little more to the left.”

“Like this?” Eddie asked, tilting the star a little like you said.

“That’s too far.” You said, causing Eddie to turn his head, giving you an ‘are you kidding me?’ look.

“I think it looks great.” Uncle Wayne remarked stepping into the living area holding his mug full of hot chocolate.

“Thank you.” Eddie smirked, finally having accomplished decorating the tree with you.

The Munson’s never had a big tree up during the holidays but you managed to find the perfect one to fit in the corner of the trailer. Wayne hadn’t decorated for Christmas in years since Eddie became older. It was nice to have some cheer added to the humble home. He could see you were the one to bring the most joy to Eddie and him.

You brought content to Eddie’s life in this small town and boy was Wayne happy about that. Of course Eddie still would rant on about Hawkins and the population of sheep as he would say. When you came along though something changed in Eddie. You grounded him but also gave him hope for your future together. Living in Hawkins sucks but you have each other and that’s enough.

“Alright kids, I'm off to work.” Uncle Wayne waved to you both and opened the door to the cold winter night.

“We’ll save you some cookies!” You called out to him.

“If you’re lucky!” Eddie added, making you smack his arm.

“I’m feeling very lucky tonight.” He replied before closing the door.

Eddie and you broke into laughter as the Christmas music played through the radio on the countertop in the kitchen. It wasn’t either of yours favorite but hell it was Christmas time.

“Oh you know what time it is?” Eddie questioned looking down at his watch.

“What is it?”

With one swoop you were slung across Eddie’s shoulder with a scream leaving your mouth,”Cookie Time!!”.

The giggles coming from you melted his heart like a snowman in the sun. He carried you into the quaint kitchen then set you down.

“You’re crazy.” You said smiling up at the doe eyed boy.

“Me? No way, that’s you.” He replied in dramatic fashion making you laugh again.

“Only crazy in love with you.” You kissed his lips.

Eddie shook his head at your antics,”That was way too cheesy.”

You only shrugged at him and off to cookie making you went. The next hour was spent destroying the once somewhat clean kitchen and by the time the cookies were in the oven both of you were just as messy.

“I’ll go get some clothes to change into.” Eddie said, starting to walk to his room.

“Wait, I have a surprise!”

“What could it be this time? You know what, I bet it’s clothes.” He replied following you to a bag you had arrived with earlier.

“Very funny.” With a roll of your eyes you stuck your tongue out. Eddie snuck a kiss in when you weren’t expecting it. Smiles spread across your faces. Sure you’d been together for awhile but just as smitten as ever.

Out of the bag you showed three matching sets of flannel red plaid pajamas. Eddie grabbed one looking down at it and smiled,”One for Uncle Wayne too?”.

“One for Uncle Wayne too.” You smiled.

After getting cozy in your new jammies the cookies were out of the oven. You already set a plate of them aside for Wayne when he got home and set his pajamas down on the couch. With the radio still going ‘Happy Xmas (War is Over)’ began to play.

“A dance m’lady?” Eddie held his arm out bowing while your mouth was still full of cookies.

There you both were in your own world dancing in the kitchen light. The smell of cookies and holiday candles in the air as the snow drifted from the sky outside. And so began the many years of Christmas’ shared together. Each one filled with more love than the last.

#eddie cult #stranger things #stranger things s4 #eddie munson #eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x gender neutral reader #eddie stranger things #st4 #eddie munson fluff #stranger things headcanons #stranger things imagine #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson masterlist #Eddie Munson Christmas #Eddie Munson Christmas Imagine #uncle wayne and eddie #uncle wayne #merry xmas

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hislittleraincloud · 5 months

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This came up on my FB feed and I answered said friend...I can't really answer it properly because all I got this year was ✨nothing✨. 😃

Actually, I can't say that...I got people asking me when the fuck Imma publish 7/2.

That's what I literally got after I published the deleted scene 'Bad Milk' on Christmas Day. I mean, I appreciate it very much that people like my work enough that they're impatiently patient, but damn, babies. I'm doing this from the creative brain, at least understand that this stuff isn't coming out of thin air with little effort (I wish it would 😭). This year I had to say goodbye to my BFF (not dead, just kinda dead to me), bye to another close friend who got evicted (who took off in her car with her dog and replied with an informationless 'not really' after days of silence after I texted asking if she was okay since she hadn't messaged), and then I'm still house and cat sitting for the other friend who went back to rehab (huh, seems like I got MORE than baby fangirls for XMas 🫠)...who couldn't even get her ass onto facetime to say Merry Christmas to her own fkn cat on Christmas even though she 'misses him' (and nah, being in rehab is no excuse for that, I caught her on Netflix the other night when I couldn't watch it because too many people were using her account at the same time). All with me caring for two dogs with varied levels of CCD and a young dog in my disabled state. And by disabled I mean 'cannot do regular things that others do', taking several medications that leave me relatively painless but incapable of operating heavy machinery. I haven't gone deeper into my medical issues here. The young dog is actually very low maintenance, which is freaking amazing...she goes against the stereotypes of her breed and is honestly ✨perfect✨, so I can't complain about her.

I don't even know why I deal with any people anymore. It's been nearly 50 years of observing shitty humans do shitty, selfish, self-centered things. I can be self-centric too; I was so exhausted on Christmas that I forgot to tell my friends here Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays. But meh. I ttly understand why people unalive themselves during said holidays. I haven't because I've got my babies to care for, but this world, I swear.

I did get a sweet comment laden with lots of emojis from one of my newer fans (and some other mild greetings from others). That was nice. 🎄💖✨

#christmas #christmas 2023 #writing #writer problems #writer probz #writing wednesday #satisfying afterburn #bad milk #ughhhh #i love all my fans tho #and i get it

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mirohlayo · 5 months

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F1 DRIVERS AND CHRISTMAS ACTIVITIES

special xmas edition

inclunding mclaren, ferrari, mercedes + verstappen, ricciardo & gasly

warning : none

note : i rushed it and i just think it's super messy and bad written lol

!! english not my first language !!

ᦈ OSCAR PIASTRI 81

you love christmas because of course it means christmas cookies and pastries. you like baking, so when oscar offered to join you to bake some cookies, you obviously had to say yes. he would try to do his best, learning from you. he looks carefully how you manage to draw perfect shapes, and he tries to recreate it even though it ends up in a mess. his cookies are not the best, but he doesn't care since he spend time with you, the most precious person in his world.

ᦈ LANDO NORRIS 4

your tradition is to decorate christmas tree. this year, you came up with the idea of mixing red and gold colors, but your boyfriend does not agree with that. he asks for orange, since he wants to show how proud he is of being a mclaren driver. you argue with him, saying orange will look bad. but he's stubborn, so after a agreement you two ended up by putting orange and gold colors in the tree. it's not really pretty. but lando likes it anyway, and he'll thanks his favorite girl for letting him put his favorite color.

ᦈ CHARLES LECLERC 16

this man doesn't even know how to cook pasta, so no need to ask him to wrap the christmas presents. he'll make a pure mess. instead you made him responsible for buying the presents, and you'll wrap them. seeing you wrapping them, he would propose his help. you say yes because how could you refuse some precious help. but you knew it was a bad idea cause as soon as he grabs the wrapping paper, he rips it. you sigh and he would peck your face and lips in order to apologize. and it worked, since he finished by helping you, well more kissing you but that's a secret.

ᦈ CARLOS SAINZ 55

you literally love christmas market, so does carlos. you are so excited to see the different decorations and dishes, and carlos couldn't help but get excited too. he would bring you there, and seeing those little sparks in your eyes warms his heart. he'll buy you anything you ask, and even feed you some hot food. a big christmas tree is in the center of the place, and of course you have to take a picture with it. carlos will take it, and then probably post it on his instagram story, saying how good the day was and how cute his lover is.

ᦈ LEWIS HAMILTON 44

christmas also means movies marathon. well at least for you and lewis. it is one of your favorite activity of the year. you two would slip under the warm blankets, cuddling so close. lewis starts the first christmas movie, and the night passes extremely fast. laughing and talking about christmas stories, and of course kissing session is open. but soon you start feeling tired, and when lewis sees you falling asleep he would join you. pressing soft lazy kisses on your forehead, the movie still playing in the background.

ᦈ GEORGE RUSSEL 63

snowman. how cute it is. when you saw the first snow, you literally screamed and called george, getting way too much excited. and when the snow would stop falling, letting a large white layer on the floor, you'll run outside with george. you start building the snowman's head, and george build the body. of course you would throw at each other some snowball but it's just too funny. you finish by placing a carrot and some rocks, and ta da ! the snowman is just as beautiful as you and george. and he'll proud of it, but most of you.

ᦈ MAX VERSTAPPEN 33

karaoke night. max wants to spend his christmas holidays only with you, well actually all of his winter break with you. and he loves karaoke and you loves christmas songs, so obviously you had to mix these two things together. so here you are, on a night, playing christmas songs out loud in the house. he'll sing loudly over them, and you'll join him, screaming lyrics like you felt the music deep inside your bones. maybe the neighbors will complain about it later, but you don't care, because the moment was just so romantic and sweet.

ᦈ DANIEL RICCIARDO 3

ice skating is such a fun activity. and daniel wants to do it with you. so putting on your skates and going on the ice. surprisingly, daniel would be the one who fall literally every seconds. he firmly grab your hand, maybe a bit too much since you don't even feel your fingers, but even like that he somehow manage to slip and fall on the ground. taking in you with. but you don't really care, because after all it's just so funny. your laughs filled the air and daniel feels so happy about his idea. about ice skating together. and he knows for sure it will remains as a great memory.

ᦈ PIERRE GASLY 10

you literally hate gingerbread, so when pierre asked you to build a gingerbread house you refused the offer. but you know how much he wants to spend time with you and how much he wants to build that house, so you finally gave up. he would be so happy and after baking everything, you thought about contend for who will build the best gingerbread house. you would put all your efforts in it, so concentrate. pierre doesn't want to lose, and neither do you. so after building them, he'll ask on his instagram story who built the best one. and when he'll see you being the winner, he won't hide how disappointed but proud of you he'll be. because after all if it's you the winner, then that's all okay.

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 x you #lando norris x reader #oscar piastri x reader #charles leclerc x reader #carlos sainz x reader #lewis hamilton x reader #george russel x reader #max verstappen x reader #daniel riccardo x reader #pierre gasly x reader

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coltyahya457 · 6 months

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How to Make Christmas Shirts With Cricut? [Full Guide]

Can you believe that Christmas is just around the corner? Now, are you thinking what I am thinking? Ever since I got my Cricut EasyPress 2 machine, I have become a fan of creating custom T-shirts with Cricut as well as Heat Press. I got into the world of crafting less than a year ago and have completed various projects.

It not only hones my artistic skills but also helps my business grow huge. Being a pro at making DIY projects, I’ll teach you how to make Christmas shirts with Cricut in this tutorial. Of course, before you can proceed with the design process, you will need to have all the supplies with you. If you are new and don’t have a clue, I am here to solve all your doubts and make your crafting journey much easier.

What Supplies Are Required to Create Custom Christmas Shirts?

To keep up with the holiday spirit and create Cricut Christmas shirts, I need to buy some crucial supplies. Each supply will help me create how to make Christmas shirts with Cricut more manageable. Have a look at the list of mandatory supplies below:

As an expert, it’s my advice to all the crafters to ensure that they use all the above-said supplies very carefully.

How to Create a Cricut Christmas Shirt?

After coming up with the crucial supplies, go through the details given in the following section. Here, I’ve got to learn all the details regarding how to make Christmas shirts with Cricut simply and crisply.

Step 1: Cricut App Login & Create Your Text Design

I will start the process by opening the Cricut app and logging in with the Cricut ID and password at the sign-in window.

After doing that, press the New Project icon and I land on the Design Space canvas. Now, I am going to choose the Text toolbar and start typing the text inside the box. Next, I will change the text fonts, size, and color from the Menu bar given at the top of the screen.

Following this, I will press the Ungroup tool or Letter Space tool to bring each letter close to the other. On the other hand, I also got the option of choosing the Weld tool to delete the overlapping cutlines.

Next, I will upload the image by clicking the Image icon and start searching for the image inside the Search field.

Further designing your Cricut Christmas shirts on the Cricut app, make progress by stepping towards the next step.

Step 2: Open the Cricut Heat Guide, Cut & Weed Out Your Design

To start with the second step of making customized Xmas shirts out of Cricut, I will press the Make It option. Afterward, I will open the Heat Guide app available on my mobile device or computer. Now, I am going to tap EasyPress 2 and choose the Heat-Transfer Material and Base Material from the drop-box. Next, I will tap the Apply button and follow the on-screen instructions.

Following this, I will place my shiny side down on the Cricut cutting mat. After doing that, I will hit the Go button, and my machine will start cutting the material with perfection.

Step 3: Preheat Your Cricut EasyPress Machine

Now, I will preheat my EasyPress 2 temperature & timing depending on the material I am using for the project. Afterward, I will use my Heat Press and move it across the shirt to remove the extra wrinkles. As a piece of advice, you are suggested not to put too much pressure on your press while eliminating the wrinkles; otherwise, it will burn your shirt blank.

Step 4: Pressing the Design on Your Shirt

Following the completion of the preheat process, I am going to put the design on the shirt in a proper alignment. Next, you will see that I have placed my Cricut Heat Press on top of your design and set the timer from the Heat Guide app.

Completing the how to make Christmas shirts with Cricut process, I will slowly remove the liner. In case you aren’t able to remove the liner, then reapply the heat with the exact timing and temperature. After the pressing process comes to an end, I will get to see my personalized shirt for this Christmas.

As a result of this blog, all your concepts about designing personalized shirts for this Xmas must have gotten clear. Apart from shirts, you can also make various projects from a Cricut machine as well as a Heat Press for various festivals or occasions.

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Source: https://criccricut.com/how-to-make-christmas-shirts-with-cricut-full-guide/

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ladymarycrawley · 1 year

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Baby please come home - John Stones

Request: can I pls request a John Stones fic where your family have moved abroad and you’re going to see them for Christmas but John can’t come so you’re quite sad you’re missing your first Christmas with him but what you don’t know is he’s surprising you when you land and you have the most amazing Christmas with him and your family?

Warning: sweet, sweet John (sth like one of those Xmas rom coms)

Tag list: @masonxomount @chelsealover @stonesyy @johnstonesfc

Christmas is such a special time, not just for the magical atmosphere given by all the lights, the shopping to get some good presents and all of that but also because it usually is the time you get to spend with all your loved ones.

Among all those loved ones you would've like to spend the so called most wonderful time of the year there was also another person that, during this last year, became pretty important to you, that one was John. That would have been your first Christmas together and, Needless to say, you were really looking forward to it: getting him the perfect presents, even that being rather hard as he already had everything he could ask for since he had enough money for all of that, picturing him interacting with your family and all of them getting along, him complimenting your mum for the delicious food she cooked…the only thing that could spoil that perfect scenario was him missing all of that. And that was exactly the turn things took: when everything was set for him to come and spend his first Christmas holidays with your family, he came and said that he couldn’t do it anymore due to an intensive training schedule his manager decided to submit the squad to as a “punishment” for their latest losses.

When your boyfriend told you that news you were hoping you didn’t have to listen to, your heart broke into a million pieces and you were sure he could have heard it from the outside too.

"But you promised you would've come"

"I know but it's work and it doesn't depend on me"

You got so angry the night he called all your plans off you were this close to a fight but instead you just kept it all inside and let him cuddle you all night, trying not to let him see the hot tears that were staining your face.

The next day he woke up before you to go training as you had to finish preparing your suitcase ready to take the flight home in a few hours. That morning he tried to make it up to you by whisepring sweet nothings into your ear as he would place lingering kisses against your cheek and by leaving your breakfast ready (including the last chocolate muffin you would usually argue for) with a note saying he was really sorry abd that he loved you so much. As much as you would've liked to play the part of the strong girl that doesn't need these useless things, that sweet gesture caused you to smile from ear to ear, taking your phone in your hand to write him a thank you text, adding you loved him more than ever.

As soon as you arrived at your parents' you facetimed John to let him know you were home safe, as he kept sending you texts asking you how were you doing.

"Yes, I'm entering my bedroom in this very moment" You sighed, leaving your suitcase at the side of the bed and abandoning yourself on what was would have been your bed for those upcoming days.

"Good, how was the trip?" He asked as he was lounging on his bed, with his arm propped on the bed holding his head. The weary smile curving his lips mase your heart flutter, you would have loved to kiss his tiredness away and cuddle next to him.

"Okay, it's so damn freezing outside I just wanted to get home and drink this hot cocoa my mum just made for me"

You were literally gladly to have that steaming mug in your hands and a soft and warm bed to realx on, you were feeling like a child and that made John's smile grow even wider.

"You look like a happy baby"

"I am indeed!" You two shared a little laugh before asking him how was training.

"I'm kinda tired you know, with the cold and everything it's getting kinda hard"

He let out a loud yawn, rubbing his hand over his worn out features. He looked like a baby too in that moment, needing all the cuddles in the world.

"I miss you" You whined, pouting and wrapping your blanket tighter around you.

"You look so snuggly with that blanket on" John smiled softly at your face reflected on the phone screen.

He missed so much seeing you wandering through the house wearing that pile thing around your shoulder as if it was a cape.

"We could have been here together, snuggling under this soft and warm blanket but you preferred staying there, in cold and rainy Manchester"

"You know I would've loved that but Pep decided is a good time for us to work on some tactics"

"Pep, it's Christmas for Christ's sake, go eat some sweets and let these poor men go!" You rolled your eyes, sighing in distress "I should've been your manager"

Your exasperated reaction made him chuckle out loud.

"Yeah, we would've had so much fun…especially me" He wiggled his eyebrows in a flirty way.

"Nope, you wouldn't have gotten anything" You playfully snapped back, him being the one to pout this time.

"I miss you too" He confessed, wanting nothing but to run his long fingers over your face and kiss you.

You looked at each other in silence for a couple of minutes, just getting lost in each other's eyes.

"Mum was really looking forward to meet you"

"Me too, I'm so sorry to be missing all of that"

"And now I'm about to face a long family dinner without you"

"Hey, I already said I'm sorry, don't make me feel guiltier"

"I love making you suffer from time to time" You said, sticking your tongue between your teeth.

He chuckled before waving you goodbye and sending a kiss your way, not after hearing you say how much you loved him.

"Someone rang the door!"

"I'm coming!" You shouted in answer to your mum.

That morning you were adjusting the Christmas tree your mum lef you to do as someone rang the door.

As you opened the door and you realised who was the one person standing at your parents' entrance, you gasped and let the glass bauble you were holding to put on the tree fall to the ground, breaking it into a million pieces.

"JOHN??"

"Happy Christmas baby" You jumped in his arms, wrapping your arms and legs around him like a koala.

He giggled, his lips pressed against your head.

"What the hell are you doing here??"

"Well, if you don't want me anymore I'm going back to Manchester"

"Don't you dare!" You both laughed as you cupped his face to give him a long, needed kiss on the lips. The contrast between your warm lips against his colder ones made you shiver while he let out a pleased moan, enjoying the warmth you were radiating as he spent the last hours out in the cold.

"Oh he made it in the end!" Your mum exclaimed seeing you in tears in John's arms.

"What does it mean?? You knew it?? For all this time!" You gasped pointing a finger against your mum, guessing she knew everything from the start and probably talked to John to arrange the surprise. But how was it possible? They didn't know each other personally.

"Well, I unlocked your phone and searched for her number telling her about the surprise I had in mind" The City player explained you, as you couldn't quite believe what was happening right in front of your eyes.

"You two…you have been playing with my feelings all this time...that's not fair"

"But we succeeded in surprising you so we won" He smirked, kissing your forehead.

Everything you had in mind finally happened: he met your parents, your sister and had dinner with you all, including him appreciating your mum's cooking skills.

“So this is our room?” John asked wiggling his eyebrows mischievously as you showed him upstairs.

“No, it’s mine. Yours is just here on the right”

“Oh come on, I don’t wanna sleep all alone in a new house” He whined hugging you and hiding his face in your neck “I’m scared”

His stubble tickled the highly sensitive skin of your neck, making you giggle and squirm in his arms.

“John, we can’t do anything as far as my family is here”

“I don’t wanna do anything! I just wanna sleep. What do you have in mind, you cheeky girl?” He smiled mischievously.

“The same thing you have in mind, you naughty boy” You pinched his cheek before kissing him softly.

“The heating doesn’t work properly though...I’m so cold”

“John stop it” You couldn’t stop giggling as you tried to push him out of your bedroom. You would have really liked to sleep next to him but you didn't want your family to make some comments or anything about your private business.

"You can't leave me out in the cold!"

"I'm not! You have a hot bed waiting for you"

The day after, when you were strolling hand in hand with him through some Christmas markets, you realised how lucky you got: with him by your side you were feeling as if you had just won the lottery. That thought made you squeeze his hand firmer, drawing his attention.

"What?"

You gazed up at him: his curls perfectly styled, his slender body wrapped in that black wool coat you insisted for him to buy instead of those puffers he would use at City, his cheeks slightly pink due to the cold weather, making his cerulean eyes stand out.

"Nothing, I just love you so much"

John smiled back at you, meeting your smaller figure standing on your tiptoes ready to kiss him.

"Even after having played that prank on you?"

"Even more"

"You said that! Don't complain then"

You playfully hit him on his toned arm.

"It doesn't mean go on, play pranks on me whenever you want to!" You warned him jokingly.

John trapped you in his arms, engulfing you in his embrace which felt so perfect.

"I really am the perfect girlfriend, you know?"

"Pff, don't flatter yourself, I am the perfect boyfriend"

"This coat your perfect girlfriend made you buy is what makes you the perfect boyfriend, nothing else"

"Oh so you're with me just for the looks? I'll remember that"

He pinched your hips from underneath your coat, making you squirm. The cold air and the never stopping smile making your cheeks hurt but you couldn’t care less.

"I have another thing or two that could make me an even better boyfriend…" John smirked teasingly, muttering that kinky words in your ear, adding some red to your already tinted face. He took your hand in his to start walking together again. That was really the most wonderful time of the year.

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demonichikikomori · 2 years

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Hey devil!! When are your requests gonna be open again?? Also hru? I hope you're doing well

Open… Ah, they’ll officially be open after my commissions are done. I have two but… One is 10k words and I feel like I’m getting gut punched each time I see the little amount of progress I’ve made… Ahh… I want to die a little… I accept requests in my inbox but I leave them to rot in my docs as I work on my comms…

AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’m gonna close commissions for a while once these two are finished. A lot of you anons out there are freaky and you have hot sexy big massive brains!!!! To the hot sexy slay person that asked me about Headmage Crowley dubcon I hope you get some excellent sloppy in your upcoming future. Do you know how nuts that drove me. I have the perfect setting and plot and everything. But you must wait until I am responsible. If I was a full time Hikikomori I could dedicate ALL of my available time to my fics.

Please understand,

I am an adult who cannot attend school and get a good job. It’s too hard and expensive and I am poor and lack the ability to attend classes. I am on the path to getting a second job currently which will cause me to work from 9am - 9am and 10pm - 5am. The 9 - 9 are my full time job since those are the Holiday hours. My 3rd shift is part time but still, after work I must work some more. I want to buy the things I need to live… I can’t afford a social life or to write fanfiction. I can’t afford anything honestly other than to put gas in my car so I may go to work. I’m still moving out with my sister… Mmm. I’m becoming gloomy. Reality is depressing. Honestly if I could work my 3rd shift full time I would, but my day time work is more entertaining and lenient… I don’t want to give it up yet. But working myself to the point of collapse isn’t a comfortable feeling either.

I guess the actual answer is I am always taking them, but I won’t be officially writing any of them until my responsibilities are completed… So… Until I finish my comms… Forgive me.

Ah, I’ll tell you what they are though.

Cardiophiliac: This fic is actually requested from an anon who came forward and asked for a commission but, they would like to still be my cute little anon. Which I will allow of course. It’s a 10k Homestuck fic which I do write for and will, but I’m not super into it like when I was younger. So it’s difficult to write for something I’m not very into anymore. But, I’m also extremely prideful. I will not refund or give up on this piece and there’s no set limit. I want to finish it honestly as an Xmas gift to my dearest anon. I have dedicated time and effort into it and it’s a ship I really like… But also it’s on a fetish I’ve learned about these past few months… I don’t understand it… But I won’t judge it either. I’m open to writing almost anything as long as I can be given the time to educate myself on it.

I Had No Idea: This… It’s actually a Dead Dove fic for Lilia. It’s like 3k words but it’s all stuff that’s dangerously up my alley. It takes more of a human world AU! or more like, our world? I guess? It’s not implied that we are in Twst but Lilia is famous and does alt hot scene boy shit. And there’s a moment with VIP passes and Reader is like ‘wow Omg you are like so sexy slay’ and he’s like ‘amazing, glad you think so, do you perhaps want to drink with me in a private and small room with no cameras and or witnesses’ and reader is like ‘omg I would love to’ and I go from there. I’m wary to share here on Tumblr but I’m sure you guys have seen worse than what I’m going to write. I will be tagging it with a big red WARNING sticker and include tags on what the content will contain. It’s not going to be for everyone.

But once commissions are done, I can dedicate my time to even requests I’ve had since the beginning of my blog’s existence. Well, revamped existence. I want to write… I want to have a fun life again.

#ask the devil #request the devil #also im fine i have a workaholic personality #my ex cared about me a lot since i will work myself to the point of collapse #it made my heart feel excited when she would tell me to take more days off from work #relaxing… its extremely hard to do #if i am not at work #i want to write #but she always reminded me that i only have two hands and four eyes #i want to take better care of myself #im only 20 and the muscles in my body are so tense i look like a delinquent #ah #no wonder i smoke more often

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matan4il · 2 years

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Buddie 510 meta

The first call starts with Buck and Eddie being their usual amazing battlefield boyfriends (and if I have contributed nothing else to the Buddie fandom, I contributed this term, I’m proud of it and love that others are using it, too), BUT what I particularly like in this case is that they pair up and start working together and in such perfect sync even before Bobby tells them to. It shows us that they’re truly meant to be partners! ~~~

The whole ep sets up the idea of personalized gift giving as a symbol of knowing people really well, or at least wanting to and being willing to make efforts to. It’s therefore also a symbol of closeness and emotional investment. And Buck? In that context, we see his intimacy with Taylor once again appearing somewhat off, since he says he finally understands his ex-roommate who would break up with girlfriends after Halloween (implying Buck has also felt, at least for a moment, a desire to break up with Taylor rather than shop for her). Then that’s followed by him hearing that Bobby got Athena an engagement ring for their first Xmas together, and Buck absolutely balks at the idea. Which, given the stage of their r/s, isn’t out of the ordinary, it’s the slightly too emphatic reaction that makes this moment feel like B/T are not even close to being the stuff that epic love stories, like Bathena’s, are made of.

And then we get this amazing contrast between Buck and Taylor on one hand, who clearly don’t know each other well enough and have no clue what to get their partner for Christmas, and the couple from the elevator call, who show their affection and their desire to be together by giving each other a gift for Xmas (this connection is emphasized by the fact it’s clear Buck is thinking of his own gift giving trouble during the call). What really stood out to me is that Melia paid so much attention to Marco even before getting together that she knew he’s constantly going to these concerts. And yeah, she missed the mark a bit because she didn’t know everything (i.e why he’s going to them), but it’s clear she was paying attention and wanted to get to know him, making B/T, as an established couple, pale in comparison. They both completely fail to find even one personalized idea for each other. Which is especially surprising given the ending of this mini arc: usually these stories show a partner being at a loss but then eventually pulling through and finding the perfect, most personalized gift imaginable, the one that shows they do know each other better than anyone else. Not in this case, since even at this story’s closure, Taylor still goes with the not-very-personal sweater, and while Buck’s gift is very much from the heart, it seems to be way more about him (as someone used to saving people) than about her. It’s still not a gift that shows a profound and intimate connection. Add the fact that this ep comes on the heels of 509, which in itself demonstrated that Buck doesn’t really know Taylor, so we witness they’ve not made any real progress as a couple, not even after her backstory was revealed. ~~~

Compare all that with Buddie in this ep: in the very next 118 scene we get after it’s made clear Buck is clueless when it comes to Taylor’s gift, he once again proves to be Eddie’s partner in real life as well as on the job, as they talk about Eddie’s concerns regarding Chris. The entire time, they’re framed by gifts (I just HAD to gif this), which were already established in connection to Buck as the symbol of knowing one’s partner (in fact, the scene starts with a close up shot on the gifts). This is highlighted by the fact that Buck proves to know Eddie and Chris’ life so intimately that he immediately offers an insight on why Xmas would be a time when Chris is struggling. In addition, clearly Eddie came to Buck right away and trusted him with the info about what he’s going through. In comparison, we see in this ep repeatedly how other people in Eddie’s life, even close ones, are kept in the dark until he has no choice but to share. Hen and Ravi didn’t know about Chris’ nightmares, Carla didn’t know about the kidnapping. The one person who knows everything Eddie’s going through, the one person Eddie CHOOSES repeatedly to confide in, is Buck. And to add to that, in this one brief scene he appears more willingly invested in his partner than in all the scenes where he’s trying to find a gift idea for his actual gf. ~~~

It’s a tiny moment, but when Hen doesn’t know where Eddie is, she asks Buck, just like how when the team didn’t know where Buck was, it was Eddie who had the answer. And I know it’s a split second moment, but given the ep’s theme of knowing your partner, I felt like it mattered that this is how they kicked off the closing sequence of the ep, with Eddie’s dramatic decision. ~~~

Which brings me to discuss the very structure of this ep. When it starts, it looks like Buck’s storyline for it will be all about Taylor and proving himself as a bf by choosing the right gift. So this should have been Buck’s emotional happy climax for the ep, but it wasn’t. Instead, we get him after that, still feeling somewhat melancholy when Hen asks him how he is (he says he’s fine, but we know what Buck sounds like when he’s actually happy and this ain’t it. Plus, remember his 403 confession to Maddie? He says he’s fine, he just wants to be… finer). That shows that his deeper emotional state is the one that caused him to cancel his and Taylor’s participation in Bathena’s Xmas party: he’s sad over a part of his family not being there and despite being in his first serious r/s during Xmas, that doesn’t quite fill the emotional pain he’s experiencing since Madney aren’t there. This perfectly leads to the real emotional climax of the ep: Eddie’s announcement that he’s leaving the 118. This is the one thing in Eddie’s life that Buck didn’t know about, pointing to its devastating effect that caused Eddie not to share about it until after he’s spoken to Bobby. After all, this ep starts with Buddie naturally gravitating to working together even before they’re instructed which (which they’ve done all along… Chim is still gone, the partnerships set up in 505 are still technically in effect, yet we’ve always seen Buddie together in all the following eps) and it ends with Buck hearing he’s losing his partner. It’s no coincidence that the first face the camera pans to right after Eddie speaks is Buck. This is another part of his family leaving and his most significant partnership being dissolved, this is the bigger story this ep is telling regarding Buck. I mean, we could have discovered Eddie's decision through Bobby’s POV, but by doing the reveal in this way, the show is telling us that that would not be as impactful as seeing it through Buck’s eyes. ~~~

Now I normally try to stay away from speculations, but we’re looking at maybe the biggest cliffhanger this fandom has known and 3 months of hiatus, so let me say: I absolutely don’t believe Eddie will be leaving the 118. Remember ep 505? Buck wanted to leave and Eddie was having none of that. That was a decision based on fears and so is Eddie’s. It feels bigger, because it’s the mid-season cliffhanger, but… remember 310’s cliffhanger with Michael’s tumor? That was arguably even more serious and could have had even more devastating repercussions for the firefam, but that’s not the direction the show took. It ended up being just one more challenge that needed to be faced, opening new opportunities (David), but not drastically changing the fate of the characters or their dynamics. A more likely possibility is Eddie turning into a paramedic, but… I also can’t see that TBH. Because in 506, when he was kidnapped, he was acting as Chim’s replacement, as a paramedic, meaning that role isn’t any safer than his current one. They could find Eddie a different first responder role, maybe something like dispatch, but that would separate him from the team completely, and I can’t see that happening, he’s too much of an integral part of the 118 team, which is the heart of the show. The most likely thing IMO is that this will be an opening for Eddie to talk more about what brought him to this decision, which the show IMO hinted at by having the shooting and the kidnapping both be brought up during Eddie’s talk with Carla. I can’t know any of this for sure, of course, but this is how I see things at the moment and why I’m not concerned…

The unbelievable @judsonryder, in addition to making all these amazing gifs for my meta (throughout all of season 3a, thank you SO MUCH!) also added to the poignancy of Buck’s heartache at the end of the ep with this incredible gifset, please check it out and give her some well deserved love! If you like my perspective on Buddie, you can find more of my meta and fics here. Thank you for any like, comment and of course reblog! These posts require a lot and it’s wonderful to see people enjoying them and sharing them with other! I will continue to post content during the hiatus, so please don’t hesitate to stop by and say hi! xoxox

#buddie #911 meta #911edit #911 edit #911 gif #911gif #911gifs #911 gifs #9-1-1 #911 #eddie diaz #evan buckley #christopher diaz #911meta #buddie meta #wm #911onabc #911 on abc #911abc #911 abc

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sweetsbfreex · 2 years

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Christmas tree farm

here's a lil fluff blurb for xmas! Merry Christmas, to those who celebrate and Happy holidays to those who don't <3

Steve walks in, more like shoves through the door. The serum was doing its job, but the New York numbing weather was holding its own. His boots stomp against the welcome mat inside the house. His fingers run through his perfectly swept back hair while he releases a puff of air. He’s not exhausted per se, but it’s been hectic as it is only a week from Christmas. Was a little weird for him to wish bad guys would take a break to spend time with their family for christ sake!

“Dada! Dada! Dada!” He hears the shrill voice to his left, turning to see his waddling baby.

“Hi, princess” he takes her in his arms immediately blowing a raspberry against her squishy cheek. “Look at you!” He jostled her a bit, “Mama, has you all cozy and warm huh?”

She giggles and nods. Their daughter is gowned in fleece lined black, leggings, a longer black puffer coat, a beanie decorated in her uncle’s shield, and gloves that were so tiny it amazed him that they created something so cute and tiny.

“Where is she anyway? Honey!” He sets his baby on the floor, beckoning her to sit, so he can put her boots on.

“I’m coming!”

He smirks at her words.

“Get your mind out of the gutter Steven” her stern voice coming closer.

“Hard not to…” he picks his daughter up once he’s finished, placing her on his hip as he greets her mother.

Gripping Y/n’s chin he brings her in for a tight-knit kiss, pulling away just to place a brisk one afterwards.

“I missed you today,” he tells her.

“I missed you too, Stevie” she replies, kissing his cheek.

“Ready to go?”

“Yep! I’m excited to see what we bring.”

Steve walks both his girls out. Opening his car door for his lady before setting the little one in her car seat. Double checking her seatbelt before he jogs over to his side. And once he’s in his seat, seat belt pulled over his body, and he’s tuned into the Christmas station— into the rearview he looks into identical ones, smiling as she bobs her head silently.

When he’s all settled, his hand lays naturally on y/n’s thigh.

At the Christmas tree farm, their little one stands between them both. Each parent holding onto her chubby hand. That's until she gets a bit restless and just wants to cuddle into the man she hasn’t seen since breakfast. So, Steve picks her up, kissing her cheek and lets his other arm fall around y/n’s shoulder.

They walk and walk, passing by tree after tree. They didn’t want anything too big, just something quaint and would hit the roof of their living room perfectly. There wasn’t anything that caught their eye immediately. Two salesmen have already walked up asking if they needed assistance, but they’d politely declined each time, not exactly finding what they were looking for.

Steve couldn’t wait for Christmas Day. A day to relax, enjoy the smiles on his girls’ faces when they open their gifts, go out in the snow (maybe they’d go sledding.) and watch a few holiday movies with them cuddled up to him.

Yea, he definitely couldn't wait. But the first step towards that would be to find the perfect tree.

So, they walk and walk.

“Do you see anything, honey?—”

A squeal and the feeling of squirming in Steve’s arm grasps both of their attention. The little girl squeals a bit higher. In Steve’s view, a short, chubby finger points.

Neither of them wants to startle her or urge her in a way she knows they’re trying to elongate the conversation, “That one?” He asks, closing one eye to pinpoint exactly where she’s pointing. Taking small steps as he moves the three of them closer to his guest. As he moves, she nods.

“It’s very pretty, baby” y/n tells her and it’s the perfect size.

The tree is the perfect green, if that exists, and the tips of the branches are dusted in white. To showcase that it snowed.

Steve will love anything either of you pick, y/n loves it, and your little one loves it even more so it’s a definite win.

“This is our winner, huh?” Steve tells you and you smile up at him nodding. “I’ll go get someone to wrap this up,” he hands you your little one and kisses both your foreheads.

When he’s back, a broad man is in attendance beside Steve.

“It would be this one right here,” Steve smiles, pointing at the tree.

“No problem, sir, go ahead and pull your car through and we’ll handle payment.”

It’s perfect! It makes him feel a little giddy…a lot giddy. Now they are gonna head home and spend their time decorating. You already had everything in the attic; Steve would have to bring them down.

“Careful, honey!” you exclaim.

“Baby, I’ve got this” Steve reassures you, grunting as he sets it down.

This was nothing for him. He lifted things three times heavier than this mid-size tree, but his wife was a worrywart (something he would never change) and would forget her husband is a super soldier.

He threw the tree over his shoulder like it weighed nothing. There’s traces of the Fraser fir tree from the car to the living room. The smell of it ties itself everywhere around you, taking up space as if it owned the place.

“There” Steve blows out a puff of hair, hands on his hips as he stands back to observe his work.

They get to work. Instrumentals of holiday songs fill the domestic air. Steve smiles when he sees the flicker in his daughter’s eyes when he plugs in the warm lights. Lights you had to untangle because Steve couldn’t. It illuminates the tree and the white “snow”. You take a break to make the three of you hot chocolate, resulting in the three of you taking a movie break to finish said hot cocoa.

Your daughter helps with the ornaments. You have to give Steve a Band-Aid when he accidentally pricks himself with the ornament hooks. See. Her lower lips hangs low as she watches her mother tend to it. And when he blows raspberries on her pajama clad belly all is forgotten with her.

Hung are special ornaments: picture of you and Steve (your first Christmas spent as a couple), a picture of your friend group all together at the compound, an ornament of your pregnant and Steve, A flat, salt dough rounded ornament embellished with your daughters footprint at three months old (her first Christmas), and an ornament made by said person, this year, in Pre-K.

Looking back onto these ornaments gives sweet memories that the both of you will always cherish. The tradition relies on you guys doing something small at home, just to have the intimacy of Christmas with the two of you. Then during the day everyone migrates to the compound to spend it as family.

When the tree is all done, his little girl squeals at the excitement of Christmas being so soon.

“It’s gonna be the best one” Steve whispers to you.

“You say that every year,” you laugh.

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holiday movie marathon !

summary ; binging movies with xiao, but is he really even watching?

feat ; xiao x gn!reader

a/n ; day 16 of eri’s ( @xiaosmoon ) holiday writing collab !! :D thank u for organising this collab hehe, it's such a cute and fun idea for xmas omg :DDD

please reblog ! it helps a lot :)

xiao.

"woah, that was so cute! did you like it, xiao?" you can't stop yourself from grinning as you tilt your head up to look at your boyfriend. it's the morning of the day before christmas eve, and you somehow managed to convince your lover not to worry about the party you're hosting on christmas day, and instead take some time off from planning to spend with you. soft amber fairy lights illuminate the room, strung up on the shelves creaking under the weight of all the trinkets you two have stacked on them. it's cold, courtesy of the gentle snowfall outside your window which has painted the world into a white wonderland of ice.

but with xiao cuddling you this close, you barely even feel the chill. in fact, you're almost warm, and you can't tell if it's because of the heat in your cheeks or xiao's proximity. he's lying behind you on the sofa, chin resting on your head with his hands intertwined with yours on your stomach as you both lie on your side to focus on the screen. a fuzzy blanket checked with red and green squares is tossed over the two of you, though xiao's ensured you're perfectly tucked in and comfortable. occasionally, he even presses a kiss onto the top of your head, though he might spontaneously combust if you tease him about it.

"hm?" a soft noise of surprise sounds from xiao, as if he'd been jolted out of his thoughts by your query. "the movie. did you like it?" you repeat your question. "ah yes, it was quite entertaining," he mumbles in reply, unable to meet your gaze. "well then, what was your favourite part?" you jut out your bottom lip – you've long since learned that your so-called 'puppy eyes' are undeniable to xiao, and are therefore perfect for this interrogation. his golden eyes widen for a second before he regains his composure, "i liked the part where he set traps for the robbers." you frown, pretending to be terribly upset as you exhale while wiping away imaginary tears, "xiao, that was home alone! three movies ago!"

"oh," xiao's jaw drops, and he sighs, "i'm sorry, dove. they all started to blend together after a bit - so much christmas cheer." he shudders, and you laugh, "okay, grinch. were you sleeping this whole time?" "to be honest," your boyfriend rubs the back of his neck as a light blush colours his cheeks rosy red, "i was watching you." it feels like your brain stops functioning, "what?!" "i mean, the movies started getting boring, and your reactions were very... cute to see, so i started focusing on you instead," xiao makes eye contact with you, and now you're not sure who's more embarrassed; xiao for actually admitting the truth, or you for being on the receiving end of his confession.

"well, i guess there's nothing else to do but give you this punishment!" "what-" before he can finish his sentence, you fling your arms around his neck and pepper his face with enthusiastic kisses, wondering absently if he can taste your smile. a few moments pass, and you lean your forehead against his, "xiao, you're adorable! i love you and i'm glad i can spend these holidays with you." caught off-guard by the sudden praise, xiao flushes, his gaze softening with affection glimmering in his honey irises, "i love you too, dove. i'm honoured to share this special time with you."

after pressing another warm kiss against his plush lips, you giggle, tapping his nose once, "don't think you can get out of watching more holiday movies with me though!" "yet another... do i really have to?" xiao groans, but gives in a second later when you pout, "alright, fine. i'm only doing this because it's you, and if you tell the others about this-" "yay! love you, xiao," you turn around from where you were scrolling through netflix and nuzzle into his cheek. xiao buries his face on your head to hide his shyness, but you manage to hear him murmur, "hmph! no respect for the adepti."

quill speaks !

no bc i accidentally posted this a day late bc i fell asleep while writing it 💀 eri ily thank u for being so sweet abt it <33 :>

ALSO now i suddenly have an urge to watch xmas movies,,, and is home alone actually a christmas movie just bc it takes place at the same time ??? LMFAOO idk what classifies as a xmas movie 😭

anyways ily all gn !! and i'll get back to the specialised drabbles for moots tmrw hehe <33

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