#oh yes also the art is here. yea i got carried away drawing the foods jfkdslhglks

[koobiie]

fanart for what may be my favorite fic of all time, Running Behind by @asidian! here's prompto enjoying all the foods from the fic beacuse he deserves it <3

[stoven-harrington]

Pre-Christmas Kiss

I did it! I’m so happy I managed to finish this since It’s so freaking cute

Prompt: Hurry up and kiss me so if anyone asks, we can blame it on the mistletoe

I’d like to thank @joekeeray​ for letting me use their prompt. You’re the best!

Warning: FLUFF

Ship: Robin x Reader

There was snow falling everywhere as I sat by the window, a hot chocolate in my hands. I blow hot air on the window and draw a snowman. Of course, my art skills weren’t the best but I tried, adding details like a top hat and scarf. The snowman looks dopey and I couldn’t help but smile at him.

“Hey, what’s that hot stuff?” Whipping around, Robin is leaning on the doorway of the living room, grinning as she gestured to my work.

“Nothing, just a snowman. It’s cute, right?” She laughs, walking over and hugging me from behind. Her lips brush on my ear as she says,

“Not as cute as you are.” Feeling my cheeks burn from the comment, I bashfully swat at Robin’s arms wrapped around me.

“Stop it, Robin.” Robin nuzzles into my neck, giving me a quick peck on my skin. I could feel my body grow warm and my heart rate spiking.

“Just telling the truth. You’re just so cute.” I giggled, not knowing what to say. If only Robin knew what effect she had on me. If I tried to speak, I’m pretty sure I’d be stumbling over my words. I take a sip of my hot chocolate instead, hoping that the drink will ease the butterflies in my stomach.

“Oh god, can you take this somewhere else?” Steve strolls in, carrying a box of decorations. Robin pulls away, almost causing me to groan when the lack of warmth. She turns to Steve, resting a hand on her hip and grins.

“Why? Jealous much?” He rolls his eyes, placing the box on the coffee table and gesturing to said box.

“Well, some of us, came here to actually help Mrs. Y/L/N with her party, not make kissy faces with her daughter.” Just then, mom walks dressed like Christmas herself and smiles brightly at all of us.

“Merry Christmas!” Robin goes to stand near Steve, making sure not look to too suspicious while clapping as mom struts over to the center of the room.

“Wow, Mrs. Y/L/N, you look great.” Mom acts flattered and swats the air, grinning at Robin while posing.

“Oh, stop, this ol’ dress? It’s nothing.” I groan, mom always does this. She just wants attention over her new dress she got for the party.

“Gimme a break, it’s not even Christmas yet...” Mom shoots a glare before laughing.

“Ahh, my daughter is really funny.” She turns to Robin and Steve.  “Anyways, I really want to thank you two for helping me out with the party. I’m so glad that Y/N has such wonderful friends.” Steve smiles and steps closer to mom. And here we see, a wild Steve trying to charm my mother. Will his ‘charm’ be effective? We shall see.

“Of course, Mrs. Y/L/N we’d love to help, especially for your parties. You always host the best get-together's in the neighborhood.” Mom giggles like a school girl. Steve’s charms prove effective. Well played, Harrington. Well played. Robin pipes up from behind Steve.

“Yea, just tell us what to do and we’ll do it.” Mom sighs happily, putting her hands to her chest.

“Ahh, I wish Y/N was like you two, instead of just watching her poor mother slaving away to make the best Christmas parties." I raise my hand.

“I’m right here, I can hear you.” She glances at me and tilts her head, giving me the look.

“Will then maybe you could also help.” Why didn’t I just keep my mouth shut? But before I could voice my complains, I see Robin perk up at the thought. Oh boy.

“Yea, Y/N and I could do one thing while Steve could do something else.” Mom grins at Robin, her face twisting into an even bigger smile. Oh no, I’m afraid. Mom places her hands on Robin’s shoulders as she turns around to face me, Robin beaming with pride that mom likes her.

“What a great idea, Robin. I have just the perfect job for you and Y/N.” I take another sip of my chocolate, slurping loudly while staring down mom. We don’t break eye contact even when I speak,

“Greeeaaattt. Just so you know, you may put me to work, but I’ll still hate every minute of it.” Mom waves away my statement, rolling her eyes.  

“Yes, yes, as if you don’t love Christmas.” I laugh.

“Oh, I do, but not when I have to decorate the whole house like a bunch of elves threw up in the whole house.” She scoffs.

“Oh hush,” she steps away and grabs a small box next to the tree, walking over and dumping it near my feet, “now, you and Robin go put decorations along the doorframes. And don’t forget to hang the mistletoes.” Steve clears his throat, to get mom to look back at him.

“And what would you like me to do, Mrs. Y/L/N?” Mom is smiling from ear to ear and quite frankly, it’s lil creepy.

“You, my darling Steve, shall help me with the food and cookies. Come now, there’s so much to do.” She walks off into the kitchen, expecting Steve to follow.

“Coming, Mrs. Y/L/N!” He shoots me and Robin a thumbs up before following where mom went. I stare after him, wishing him luck. With mom, he’s definitely gonna need it. Robin chuckles, running her hand up and down my arm while stealing a quick kiss on my cheek. I let out a giggle and look at her dopey grin.

“Let’s hope dingus doesn’t do anything stupid. Come on, let’s go decorate the doorways.” She holds my hand and tries to bring me over to the box of decorations mom dumped on us but I groan. I try to turn around and reach for my hot coco when I feel Robin throw her arms around and pull me into her, dragging us closer and closer to the box. “Oh, no you don’t. We gotta do this for your mom.” I whine, still reaching for my coco, my arms stretching out. Damnit, why can’t I stretch my arms like Mr. Fantastic? Time to try a different tactic. I slump against her, and give her my best puppy dog look over my shoulder.

“But my coco…” She laughs, shaking her head. “No, you’re not tricking me.” I pout more, hoping she’ll cave in.

“Please, Robin, you know how I need my coco…” Her face softens for a quick second but then shakes her head again. “No, you just want to sit on the couch and not help. I want to make a good impression with your mother.” I bark out a laugh.

“Pffft, please, mom loves you and Steve already for just offering to help her out with her Christmas party.” She grins, seemingly proud of herself while still keeping me close to her and away from my coco.

“Really? Your mom likes me?” I scoff, tossing my hands up.

“Yea, she goes on about how you helped me with my paper for that one class and how you manage to help Steve to babysit the kids all the time.” I suddenly feel her loosen her grip at me as the grin on her pink lips widen. She’s so pretty, ugh, I’m so lucky she likes me. Wait- now’s not the time, it’s time for coco! She yelps as I quickly scramble out of her arms,even though I would love to be in her arms and snuggle forever, rushing over to the coco and down it as she yells at me. “Hey, Y/N!” I laugh like a menace when she snatches the cup from me, tipping it over to reveal nothing is left. She sighs, glancing over and giving me a pointed look. “Really?” I shrug.

“Hey, never get between me and hot coco, you will lose.” She tries to hide her smile by looking away but I could see the happiness in her eyes.

“Guess I have got to keep that in mind next time.” She places my cup on the table when I nudge her shoulder a bit, curling my hands around her arm and leaning into her.

“Come on, I’ll make it up to you.” She tilts her head over to me, giving me a better view of her gorgeous ocean eyes that I love to look at.

“How?” I jerk my chin at the box.

“By helping you leave an even better impression for my mom.” She pouts for a moment before shaking her head.

“Fine. I can’t win with you.” I grin while picking up the box, walking into the next room.

“Okay, so mom’s gonna want things perfect and has a certain way of putting the-” I spin around and see her gawking at me, leaning into the doorframe.  I quickly put the box down on the table of the dining room and run my fingers through my hair. Noooo, there’s not knots and it’s not a mess. I wipe my mouth, hoping that I don’t have a chocolate ring around my mouth. Alright, there’s nothing that would make her stare at me like this, what gives? I gesture at my face and body, not breaking eye contact. “Is there something I’m not seeing here? I got something on my face or what?” She starts laughing, shaking her head.

“No, just amazed how quickly you changed your tune. Anyways, what do I have to do?” I huff before clearing my throat. She’s lucky I like her. I direct my attention to the door frames, pointing at the ones in the room.

“Okay, so as I was saying, mom has a way of putting these things up and-”

“Hey where do these go?” I turn around, Robin holding up the mistletoes with a curious look.

“Those go on each of the door frames, just like they did last year, remember?” She shakes her head.

“Ah no, I don’t, cause we weren’t dating at the time, ‘member?” Ahh that’s right. Steve’s family and I were always friends so me and Steve were friends but Robin was different. Robin and I didn’t really talk much in school but when we all worked in Scoops Ahoy, we grew close. To the point that Steve ended up being the butt of all our jokes. I smile at the memories.

“Right, I forgot. Ever since the summer, it just felt like you’ve always been there.” The times where we’d tease Steve on trying to flirt, nagging Steve’s kids, eating at diners during our lunch breaks and after shifts. Then the shit hitting the fan: sneaking into the Russian’s ‘secret’ underground facility, getting drugged up with truth serum, Robin confessing her crush on me, trying to save the kids from the monster, running into Robin’s arms for safety. All that feels like a lifetime ago but I can’t think of my life before meeting Steve and Robin. Not anymore. She flashes a soft smile back, walking over and standing next to me.

“Yea, it does feel like that huh?” We couldn’t really say anything, the memories and the unspoken understanding of what we went through. We both just stood there but I couldn’t help but reach for Robin’s hand, squeezing it, reminding myself that we’re here for each other. She doesn’t look at me but she squeezes my hand just as hard. After a moment, Robin laughs quietly, pulling away and turning to face me. “Hey, I just got an idea.” I could see the wheels spinning in her head and I let out a groan.

“Oh man, I’m afraid.” Hiding her hands behind her, she leans her face close to mine, grinning.

“You love my ideas.” Okay, I do agree with her: some of Robin’s ideas are pretty awesome. My favorite idea she had was ‘borrowing’ Steve’s car and swimming in the lake under the stars. But not like I’d ever tell her that, at least, not to prove her point right now. She’d be so smug but I am curious.

“Fine, what is your idea?” She leans back, shaking her head. “I’m not telling buuuttt, I do need you to close your eyes.” I cock an eyebrow at her. What is she gonna do? I wanna know but I also want to tease her a bit though. I grin, crossing my arms.

“Oh yea? What if I don’t want to close my eyes?” She groans, pouting her soft pink lips out as she slouches a bit. NO, NOT THE LIP POUT! I’m too weak!

“Come on, humor me?” She’s not playing fair and she knows it! Ughhhh, damnit. Weakly, I nod and her whole face lights up. “Great!” I knew it, it was all a trick. Guess this is what I get for messing with her earlier. I almost open my mouth but she gestures to my hands. “Go on, cover your eyes.” I roll my eyes.

“Alright alright.” Complying, I cover my eyes and stand still.  I can hear her walking further into the room.

“Are your eyes closed?” I huff out a sigh. Maybe I should just lie and peek at what she’s doing? Just what does she have planned?

“Yes, yes, my eyes are closed.” I hear her rummaging through the box and my curiosity perks up. Seriously, what does she have planned with the decorations?

“You sure?” I didn’t even have to see her to know she was smirking. She knows she got me. I really should just open my eyes and ruin her fun but deep down, I’m excited.

“I’m sure, Robin! What are you planning here?” She laughs, her footsteps moving around the room. I start to sway around, hoping she’ll just tell what she’s doing.

“You’ll see in a sec, just wait.” The suspense is killing me! She doesn’t say anything for a bit and all I can hear is her walking around and the sound of chimes from one of the decorations we have. There’s nothing for second until she lets out a yelp. I turn to the sound and almost open my eyes, imaging the worst but she suddenly yells, “Don’t! Keep your eyes closed!” Seriously?!

“That doesn’t sound promising!” She laughs again, sounding a little winded. She sighs.

“It’s was nothing, promise. Just: trust me.” I cross my arms, hoping that she sees my pose.

“Famous last words.” She says nothing else while the sounds of chimes continue for a bit until I something grab my hands.  “Ah!” My heartrate spikes as I feel her breathe on my face as she chuckles, her hands running up and down my arms.

“Relax, babe, it’s just me.” I slump my shoulders, the racing in my heart pounding so loud in my chest. I still have my eyes closed as I squeeze her hand hard.

“Well, warn me next time, you gave me a heart attack. Can I open my eyes yet?!” “Not yet, just follow me.” She tugs me along quickly as I try not to stumble after her.

“Robin, slow down. I’m gonna trip over my own feet.” She ignores me and keeps tugging, dragging me to the spot until she stops.

“Okay, open your eyes.” The first thing I see is her, grinning like a madman as she looks up. Following her line of sight, I finally understand why she’s excited. Hanging above us is a mistletoe, and I can’t help but laugh as I look back at her. She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me closer to her. “So?” I cock an eyebrow at her.

“This was your bright idea? The mistletoe?” She shrugs, the dopey smile never leaving her lips.

“Well yea. It’s tradition that whoever stands under the mistletoe has to kiss right?” Oh, I love this idea. I wrap my arms around her waist, enjoying the glint in her eyes as I run the tip of my nose down the side of her cheek.

“And we have to follow tradition. It’s the law.” She pulls back, looking up once more at the mistletoe then back at me again, shaking my shoulders and groaning.

“Yea so, hurry up and kiss me so if anyone asks, we can blame it on the mistletoe." We both laugh, staring into each other eyes until I look down at her lips. I’ve been looking at those lips this whole time. Her plump, pink lips look so inviting that just as she was about to say something else, I went for it. She ran her fingers through my hair as I try to pull her even closer, to get rid of any distance between us.  I swore she could hear my heart rate racing even more when she rests her hands on my chest, sighing as she withdraws from the kiss. I giggle as I see the dazed look on her face. “Yea? How was that?” She blinks, staring at nothing for a second before rolling her eyes, acting nonchalant.

“It was alright…” Is she for real? I stare at her in shock.

“Are you serious?” She shrugs.

“Well, you know, someone said they didn’t love my ideas, so maybe this idea was a bust.” She steps away and turns around, attempting to walk away before I snatch her hand and yank her back in my arms. She looks at me expectedly, probably waiting to hear that I loved this idea. Oooo two can play this game. I grab her face and kiss her once more, kissing her lips, her cheeks, brushing my mouth down her neck.

“Oh yea, you wanna play this game?” She starts to squirm in my arms, giggling like crazy and I’m drowning in her wonderful voice.  I can listen to her laugh forever. What were we even doing before? I completely forgot.

“Have you guys seriously been making out this whole time I was helping your mom with the cookies?” We snap our heads towards the door, Steve standing there with his hands on his hips. Me and Robin both look at each other and try to hide our smiles, pointing at the mistletoe hanging above us.

“No, we’re putting up the mistletoes.” Robin squeezes me closer, grinning at Steve.

“Yea, we’re just following tradition and kissing under it. It is Christmas tradition to kiss under the mistletoe after all, dingus.” He huffs, rolling his eyes as he walks closer to us.

“Yeah, I know the tradition. Can we get back to finishing up though? We only have a bit before guests arrive.” Finally, me and Robin let go of each other with a groan, letting our fingers brush together before drifting apart. Damn, I’d much rather cuddle with Robin and watch some tv right now. Ugh, damn Steve and his horrible timing. I glare at Steve, pouting with my arms crossed.

“Jeez, since when did you turn into my mother?” He scoffs, looking back at the doorframe then at me.

“ I am not your mother. Just hurry up, I rather not have your mom yell at us until after I try her amazing food.” I knew he had a reason for being here. ‘The goodness of my heart’ he said. HA! My ass. I point a finger at him.

“I knew it!” He flashes a grin.

“Yeah, yeah. Go finish with Robin, I gotta head back to the kitchen to help your mom.” I wave him off as he heads out the room.

“Alright, bye doofus.” Once he leaves, I smirk at Robin, whose already done putting the rest of the decorations up in the room. “Wow, look at you.” She laughs.

“Yeah, I figured I should actually do something while waiting for you to finish talking to dingus.” She’s honestly the best girlfriend I could ever ask for. Without saying anything, I wrap her in a hug, so grateful that she’s here. She lets out a nervous chuckle.  “Hey, everything alright.” I nod into her shoulder, not willing to let go just yet.

“Everything’s perfect. You wanna know something?” She draws back, looking into my eyes with slight concern.

“What?” I give a quick peck on her lips.

“This is honestly the best Christmas I could ever ask for.” The concern on her face fades and softens into a gentle expression, stroking the back of my hand with her thumb. Ugh, I love her.

“Same here.” I didn’t think it was possible to have such a happy moment after all the shit we been through yet here we are. And goddamn am I glad that Robin’s still here. Right here, holding my hands, being my girlfriend. She really doesn’t know how much I love her. But this moment is enough.

“Merry Christmas Robin.”

“Merry Christmas Y/N.”