#peppermints crush is so cute

[holythighble]

Fucking love both these cuties

[cute-sucker]

your crush on rafe was helpless.

you knew you shouldn't indulge in it, as you flashed across the country club, wearing your cute outfits, and laughing with your girls. so what if you were a little of bimbo, giggling at anything said, and soft eyes wavering wherever they shouldn't?

you had been in plenty of relationships, beaming at anyone who treated you well, or perhaps not so well. rafe cameron was someone who you had always wanted to kiss. just a small peck on the mouth, or a soft embrace in his hands. somehow he was someone who wouldn't even touch you.

you had made it your mission after last year when you had tried to dance with him, only for him to promptly decline your offer, his eyes wandering someplace else, as you pouted. your friends had told you to give it up. what use was it?

after all rafe was filthy, with his dark blue eyes, and cruel worlds. all you had heard was bad things. but you were a soft princess, eyes docking at anyone, and painfully shy as well so who really cared about a harmless crush? it wasn't like anything was going to happen. you wanted for him though, harmless touches on his shoulder hoping that he'd look at you.

and suddenly it happened.

"coulda you move?" he squinted down at you, and you bit your lip beaming up at him. you had been eying him all night, pulling down your pretty pink dress hoping that he'd take a liking. instead, his eyes looked hazy, as he swung the bottle over his mouth.

then he gave you a pointed look, "what's a pretty girl like you doing all alone?"

it was so overused. it was so icky the way he looked down at you. it was so stupid, yet you found yourself flushing, playing with the strands of your bracelet, "i don't know. i felt a bit lonely."

at this he smirked looking down at you, almost as if his eyes had reajusted and he'd realised who he was looking at. you were like a shy little bunny, wearing pink platforms, glossy pink lips pursed and an attitude he'd like to fix. yet rafe's smile deepened, and he licked his lips to look back at you.

you battered your eyelashes you practiced in the mirror. his eyes seem to linger on your lips for a second more. the music continued to boom, yet you felt this distant hum go through your body. if he touched you, you would melt.

"lonely, huh?" he drawled, his voice low and rough around the edges. "you shouldn't be. not a girl like you."

you had thought about this so many nights. you'd wished, hoped that he would finally pay attention to you. you felt the heat rise to your cheeks, and could barely stop your hands from shaking as he leaned closer.

his breath was cool on your neck, he smelt like peppermint, something that made your head spin, "how about i keep you company?

that was it. you felt all of your confidence go down the drain, instead, all you could feel was the way that your heart beat faster and faster. as if he was about to catch you, and you swallowed hard. you pouted as you toyed with your tiffany bracelet.

'i'd like that," you murmured, barely able to hear your own voice over the pounding in your chest.

there was something about your soft tone that seemed to change something about you. rafe's smirk turned into something softer, almost predatory. he reached out, his fingers grazing your arm lightly, sending shivers down your spine. "good," he said. "because i've been watching you too, you know. always so cute and innocent. makes me wonder what you're really like."

at this, you felt your heart skip a beat. there was no way, but you let the delusions fill your head, charged with promise you seemed to jump up. earnestly you tilted your head, and placed your hand on his bicep.

"i guess you'll have to find out," you breathed out, voice much steadier than you had ever felt.

rafe's eyes seemed to darken with interest before he leaned in his arm travelling to the small part of your back, "yea? you'd like that?" now his arms captured your waist, as you let out a soft sigh.

"welcome to my world, baby.'"

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wanna meet bunny!reader sister? pogue!bunny!reader drabble: smile for the camera

[zweiginator]

smoking weed and then stoned sex with art plssssssss

been thinking about this for days because i feel like you know art in college, assume that since hes a student athlete and very serious about his sport that he doesn't really partake in drugs and/or alcohol. but you're surprised to learn that he smokes pretty frequently.

leaving a party with him because he's over it and doesn't want to be around a bunch of drunk people. he takes you back to his dorm and you're surprised to see him open up his window and sit on the shitty radiator by the window and offer you a hit of his joint.

you're not used to this, you haven't smoked very often--but you want to stay with him. want to seem cool. even though art would always think you're cool.

so you take a drag. art realizes you aren't used to smoking when you start to cough up a lung. he thinks it's cute. rubs your back as he gives you his water bottle to sip from.

"you didn't have to smoke. i just wanted to offer." he wipes a tear from your cheek.

the reality is that the enormity of your crush on art would lead you to the ends of the earth. but you fear he doesn't feel the same. you're nothing like him--you don't play tennis, you dont think youre extraordinary like those girls on the team with him. but art thinks youre perfect. and twenty minutes later, the effects of the weed start to kick in. you're giggly and touchy and art's eyes look bloodshot but his smile is so easygoing and god he smells so good.

art asks why you don't hang out that much.

"i don't know." you say lowly. "i'd hang out with you everyday if it were up to me."

art leans in closer, wipes the potato chip crumbs from his hands. he's still chewing which makes you giggle. but he agrees with you. "me too. seems like it is up to us. what's stopping us?"

"i dunno. fear of rejection?" you say.

"only the stupidest man in the world would reject you." he rests on his palms, leaning forward. you stand up and sit on his bed, motioning for him to come over. he does, immediately.

"can you help me?" you ask. it's stupid but you're so bad at making the first move. "my mouth is dry."

art smiles, running his thumb over your bottom lip. "is it?" he leans in and kisses you. first it's slow and loving and meaningful. and it doesn't become less meaningful, of course, but he starts to move faster, cradling your head in his hand and leaning into you, pushing his tongue into your mouth and licking yours. moaning as his spit intermingles with yours. he tastes like tobacco and marijuana, like peppermint gum and art donaldson.

he lays you down on the bed, rutting his clothed cock into your cunt, only covered by your thin panties which are exposed from your skirt riding up.

"oh my god, you're fucking perfect." he groans. he is embarrassed by how much he gets off on just grinding against your little pussy, watching how your mouth falls open when the friction stimulates your swollen clit.

"i wanna fuck you." he whispers against your mouth. you've barely heard art cuss. this sounds vulgar coming from him.

"then do it."

he pulls your legs over his shoulders. the stretch hurts but it feels so good to know he'll be fucking into you soon enough. his cock is hard and leaking and there's a wet spot on his boxers. he shushes you as he pushes the head of his cock against your entrance, his thumb rubbing your clit.

"i think my roommate's gonna be back soon."

"then you're gonna have to fuck me hard, aren't you?"

art's cock rests heavy against his stomach. "gonna be a slut for me? lay on your stomach then. i'll fuck you hard."

you obey him and look back over your shoulder as he props your hips up. covers your mouth and pushes in inch by inch by inch.

"pussy's so fucking tight." he gasps as he bottoms out. he leans in and moans against your lips to muffle your whines as he fucks you deep, his balls slapping against your ass. "my mouth is dry now too--get it wet for me?"

you kiss him, spit in his mouth, claw at the hair at the nape of his neck, wet with sweat.

"fuck yourself back on my dick." he nods. it's a whole different side of the sweet boy who shares homework answers for you and saves you half of his clementines for study breaks.

you arch your back and move your ass in tandem with his thrusts, but its not fast enough for him. his fingers dig into the fat of your ass as he slams into you. your legs shake for him. all you can muster is please, please, please--but you don't even know what you're asking for.

art hears his roommate coming down the hall. the thrill of being caught makes his cock twitch, and mixed with your tight little cunt choking his dick--he cums. you muffle your moans into his pillowcase; it's covered in your drool and faint lip gloss marks.

you and art situate yourself before his roommate opens the door.

"did you guys smoke in here?" he asks.

art is shirtless, sitting on the edge of the bed. you're under the covers, pretending to sleep. art's chest is covered in cherry lip gloss, his hair matted with sweat.

"yeah, sorry man, we tried to aim out the window."

[moonstruckme]

OK WAIT I COOKED combine doctor rem and whimsical reader where the reader is telling rem about all of these mystical beliefs about health and sickness and he’s just humoring her

You cooked babe !

doctor!Remus x whimsical!reader ♡ 476 words

Remus startles a bit when you wrap your arms around his midsection, your footsteps were so noiseless on the kitchen floor. He chuckles quietly as his heart calms, rubbing your wrist where it rests over his belly button. You lay your cheek against his back. 

“Hello,” he says warmly, picking up another dish from the dirty pile and dunking it in the soapy water. 

“Would you ever want to take my diffuser to work with you?” you ask. 

Remus hums, more than used to your seemingly spontaneous questions. “You really like it,” he says, “so I wouldn’t want to take it from you. Why?” 

“I could use another one,” you reply airily. “I thought it might be nice for the people who come to see you. I could give you some peppermint oil to help heal them.” 

“To heal them?” 

“Mhm. It’s good for nausea and respiratory issues, plus it’d be nice for if they’re nervous, too.” 

“I don’t know, sweetheart.” He sets the bowl he was washing in the drying rack. “That’s very considerate of you, but I don’t know if my patients would appreciate it as much as you do. And, ideally, they’re getting all the medical help they need from me.” 

You melt deeper into his backside. Remus chuckles, wiping his hands and turning in your arms. You make a happy sound as he grasps the back of your neck in one hand, fingers still damp, and settles the other on the small of your back. 

“It never hurts to have extra help,” you say, turning your face up to his. He tunnels his fingers into the hair at the base of your scalp. “Remember last week, when I had that awful headache but it was really just because my energy was out of balance?” 

With great effort does Remus repress his sigh. You’d laid on the couch with a rock on your forehead after saying something about energy fields, and the only reason the pain had eased was because he’d decided he wasn’t above crushing up a pain reliever and stirring it into your tea. You’d been quietly pleased with having realigned your magnetic fields or whatever for the rest of the afternoon, and your boyfriend hadn’t had the heart to clue you in. 

“You never know what could be the real root of the problem,” you hum. 

He drops his lips to your forehead. “I suppose you’re right.” 

You give him a smile that feels like the breeze coming off the sea. Remus’ own lips turn up in response. 

“I’ll get you a new diffuser to replace yours,” he says. “Thanks, dove.” 

“Don’t worry about it, I have a spare.” You let go of his waist to twine your arms around Remus’ neck, kissing him sweetly. “It’s cute that you thought I’d only have one, though.” 

Yeah, he’s the cute one.

[gaymaramada]

hey so how do you think the rottmnt brothers would deal with having a crush where the boys ask crush what they want for xmas? And crush just holds up a cardboard sign that suddenly appears out of nowhere that says “All I want for xmas is you” and a ? At the end. They smoothly asking the turtles out via xmas and Mariah carey song breaching containment and it playing everywhere. Crush saw their chance and took it

OMG THIS IS SO FUNNNN YES!!!!!

Managed to bang this one out on the big day! Happy holidays everyone! ❤️

Confessing to the Rise! Boys on Christmas

Christmas-centered, GN reader + pronouns

Leonardo

He doesn’t know what’s better: the fact that you’re asking him out, the fact that you’re doing it through Mariah Carey, or the fact that you must be a magician because whERE DID THAT SIGN EVEN COME FROM???

You can practically see the fireworks going off in his head as he bites his lip to keep a giddy grin at bay.

But he’s still Leo, so he’s gotta be cool about this.

“Y’know, I’m a little disappointed you didn’t sing the song…”

You raise your phone to reveal the song already pulled up and smugly press play on the song in question.

And he buckles over in laughter.

You two spend the evening watching Love Actually in honor of the cardboard sign bit.

Donatello

Ah! A silly reference! How quaint!

Doesn’t answer his question though.

His love language is gift-giving after all, and the concept of himself being a gift (while flattering) is far too vague for him to go off of.

You’re just gonna have to tell him word for word that this is a confession, okay?

The moment it hits him, he is — for the first time in his life — rendered speechless.

He’ll just stare at you blankly for a solid minute before stepping out of the room and doing that thing Ken did in the Barbie movie where he just goes

“SUBLIME!”

He comes back out as gracefully as ever and takes your hand,

“While it would have saved the both of us some time had you deterred from the theatrics, I cannot deny the amusing charm of your request. If all you desire is my company… I’d be happy to provide.”

(He does still want to get/make you something physical for the holidays, though)

Raphael

Oh you better believe he is elated.

My guy is so bashful and smiley it’s almost too cute.

“You— wha— me?? Aw, c-come on, Y/N, you’re making Raph blush…”

He does try to laugh it off as a simple reference to the song, but when you continue to insist that you’re being completely serious, his face begins to match his mask.

He looks up to you so much (except physically, of course :p) so the idea that you value him just as much gets him emotional.

He’s embarrassed by his Lovesick Stink, but you don’t mind it!

Once the initial surprise wears off, Raph gets much more confident and even a bit cocky when it comes to the two of you.

“Oh, yeah? Well guess what, little brother, I don’t even need to try to impress anyone because Y/N just loves Raph for Raph! And Raph feels the same about them!”

Michelangelo

“🎶 I DON’T WANT A LOT FOR CHRISTMAS, THERE IS JUST ONE THING I NEED—🎶”

You should have known he’d start to sing, let’s be real.

Of course, then he complains afterwards that the song is stuck in his head.

After a short karaoke session, you tell him your answer again, gentler this time, and it clicks.

Mikey’s eyes sparkle as he breaks into a huge grin before pulling you into a hug.

“OHMIGOSH Y/N!!! Aww, I want to be with you for Christmas, too!!”

And of course you two spend the holiday making different kinds of crafts and sweets.

Gingerbread houses, ornaments, paper wreaths, peppermint bark, you name it.

The whole fam is excited about your creations, and you and Mikey lace your fingers together, proud to have made the holiday special for both each other and everyone else.

[white-poppie]

I wanna be yours

Synopsis: You have had a crush on your older brother's best friend for years now, Shinichiro Sano, the biggest loser there is to exist, but he shares the same pining for you?

Pairing: S.sano x gn! reader Genre: Fluff-> Suggestive-> Angst -> Fluff, SFW TW: Age gap (4 years) smoking, crying, cursing, Waka being mean, Shin being the biggest flirt ever, sooooo much tension Phew~ WC: 2k A/N: Reader is around 18 here and Shin is 23. Before you come at me saying 'omg the age gap' shush.

Song rec: Just One Day by BTS (listened to it on rep while writing.)

You frowned at the grey clouds, meandering malevolently overhead, the moisture in the air made you sniffle as you found yourself tracing your steps to Shin's shop.

A weird dread lingered whenever you came to your brother's best friend's shop. The smell of gasoline and that crooked smile on his face, smeared with oil and dirt always sent a catastrophic spurge of butterflies in your stomach.

"Sano san," you called, entering the half-open shutter. Half-open to stop the water from entering. You were drenched from head to toe, clothes sticking uncomfortably to your skin and the cold made you shiver.

Shinichiro peeked at you from under one of the cars. His black tresses stuck to his forehead due to the sweat and humidity under the machinery, "Hey Y/N", he drawled, his eyes squinting to adjust to brightness as he saw your pathetic and soggy state, "shit, you're soaked." He said stating the obvious.

With a slight groan, he got out from under the car, his breathy voice sending shivers down your already trembling figure.

Dusting his pants he looked at you, "Got caught in the rain?" He said with his onyx eyes seemingly undressing your soul.

You bob, "Do you mind if I stay here till the rain stops? It's really cold."

Shinchiro nods as he picks up a towel to wipe his sweat with, throwing it somewhere on one of the bikes. He looks at you for an uncomfortably long time, his inky, dark eyes raking on your drenched silhouette. He has to clench his fists to stop him from staring, he sighs and walks into the storage as you stand awkwardly, soaked like a duckling in the middle of his shop.

He comes back with a jacket, his posture straight and wide shoulders pushed back as he walks. He grabs the jacket with his hand and comes close to you, you can smell his peppermint aftershave, his chest inches away from your face as he puts the jacket on your shoulders, fixes the collar, and tucks your hair that falls loose behind your ear so that it doesn't get stuck in the zipper. It takes him all humane strength to not caress your cheek and pull you close as you look up at him with those doe eyes of yours.

"Feel warm enough?" he says softly, his voice all raspy like he is thirsty for something.

You nod and flush, looking away, feeling as if you are melting from his intense gaze.

A breathy laugh escapes from his nose as he pats your head, "So cute."

You gulp as your heart thumps in your chest. You've had a crush on Shinichiro since you first met him when your older brother Wakasa brought home a kid with a funky-looking hairstyle. You were 8 at that time and Shin was 12. You were experiencing those cliched-brother's friend trope, god you have rejected so many boys just for him.

And being so close to him, even after all these years, sent a catastrophic spurge of sparks, his voice, his scent, his gaze--it was almost painful, trying to take each breath in the heavy air.

Shinichiro breathes shakily as he looks into your eyes, he seems to be in a spell-bound trance at the sight of you...and you are so close to him, his arms itching to embrace you, his fingers parched for the sensation of your skin underneath them, it was almost perverse how his desire for something so tender and non-sexual was killing him from inside.

"Sano-" you whisper breathily, eyes flickering at the taller man

"Shin," he corrects you, his fingers still resting behind your ear, “It’s Shin for you.”

You gulp and nod softly, heart muscle thumping like a jerking light bulb, spasmodically. Your hands and feet were cold, it was like adrenaline was pumping in your body, everywhere except your face, which was flushed.

"Shin," you correct yourself softly as if relishing the syllables of his name on your tongue.

“Good job,” he says, his eyes filling with something so raw, you felt undone by it, The hand that rests behind your ear now moved to rest on your cheek as he slowly closes his eyes and leans in.

Your heart speeds up at the gesture, but there is this void in the pits of your stomach that makes you move away, “stop,” you say softly.

Shin snaps out of the trance and takes a step back, “shit, Y/n I am so fucking sorry, I should’ve asked before, is ms sorry I misread your actions.” He sighs guiltily, his stomach almost dropping at the thought that he made you uncomfortable, "I am sorry, I really am, I should have been the mature one in this situation instead of getting carried away, you are still a kid.” He sighs and runs a hand through his hair.

Your heart hurts at the word thought that he still thought of you as a kid, you were an adult, what difference did it make if he was just a couple years older than you?

“ ‘S not why I moved away,” you say and look at the ground, knowing that if you look into those abysmal eyes, they would draw out the tears in yours. “Your explanation just proved that I did the right things- you feel as if that desire was impulsive, lust-fuelled.” Your voice cracks as you explain it to him, “I don’t want that, I don’t want that half-hearted kiss, without any romantic feelings just because of one day, I don’t want that Sano san.”

His throat felt dry at the pain in your voice, the crack in your words and the use of his family name, “who said to ya that it was a momentary thing?”

“Please,” you chuckle bitterly and sniffle, “you confess to every other girl, how am I different?”

“You are different,” he says sternly and takes your hand in his. His rough, calloused hands, the skin cracked at the intense work in the shop. “Yer’ special to me.”

“Bet you say that to every girl,” you say on the verge of crying, you would’ve died, take your feelings to your grave, but this was so much more painful.

“I don’t,” he says softly, the smile lines on his face lighting up his pale skin, “I’ve only said it to you, never seen anyone as perfect as ya'. I am addicted to you.” He says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

"Then why didn't you- why didn't you show any interest before? Why didn't you ever confess before?" You ask, harshly, there is a rawness in your voice, a slight desperation. You don't even try to hide your emotions anymore.

"I thought you'd be weirded out," he says and almost traps you at how close he is to you, you can hear how his heart is hammering against his slender frame, "I thought you'd be weirded out by the fact your nii-chan's best friend had taken a fancy in you."

"Shin," you say sternly and grab him by the collar of his work shirt. His breath hitches as he keeps a hand a few inches above the wall where you are standing, to prevent himself from stumbling into you. His breath is fanning on your face, a trembling arm propped over your head and face barely inches away, "do you really think I care? You are barely 4 years older than me, we are both adults, why are you hesitating?"

Shinichiro just looks at you, speechlessly, his eyes wavering between your eyes to your lips and then back at your eyes again, "dunno." He says, "been so attracted to you for the longest time, dunno why I am hesitating."

You gasp at his deceration, heartbeat speeding rapidly, he is just inches apart, you can feel his minty breath hitting your face, goosebumps erupting on your arms.

Shin leans in, as if testing the water, not quite close to your lips as his half-lidded eyes undress your soul, "maybe I am hesitating 'cause of Waka."

"Waka-nii always scared boys away from me, back in middle school, I never protested though, my heart was already on his best friend after all," you whisper out, your fingers holding the fabric of his

"Fuck, you've been waiting for that long?" he says, his breath a little unsteady at the proximity, "been' waiting that long for me? What did you even see in me, I had the shittiest hairstyle and was the biggest loser ever."

“I saw you, the real you,” you say softly, “I saw your soul, kind, compassionate and so caring. You say and wipe a small spec of grime against his porcelain and statuesque face. “I saw your resolve, that toothy grin, hands so caring they carry the weight of the worlds.”

His heart thumps at each sound that leaves your mouth, shivering at the chafed intensity of your words, he doesn’t speak. He doesn’t move.

“You are so warm, Sano san, you are warm like the sun, I can’t help but bask in your glory,” you say with a cathartic outpour of sealed devotion.

Shinichiro Sano is silent. He breathes in your words, your presence and the reality called forth, "hell, you're gonna make me cry." He says, his nose slowly brushing in a tint of delicate pink.

"You made me cry so much more," you chuckle and shake your head.

Shinichiro's eyes gloss in empathy, " I'm so sorry. You know, I guess I'm still the old stupid Shinichiro, huh? Always making dumb mistakes. But from now on… I'll change. I'm never gonna make you cry again, I promise. I'll try and give you all the happiness I never could when we were younger. I won't ever leave you unhappy, I promise."

Your heart thumps wild against your chest, eyes filling with a warmth that you can't quite control at this moment.

Shinichiro's mind runs into an overdrive at the thought of you yearning for him for so long. These past few years were hell for him but for you? You've succumbed for so long. His mind runs to think of Waka, and how he would punch his face at knowing what transpired in his mind for so long...but it would be worth it. Waka would kill him, and break his bones, but it would be worth it. You would be worth it.

And then Shinichiro inches closer, without paying heed to the consequences of his actions. His eyes flutter to your lips, begging, starving, longing for your words of agreement before he makes an advance.

"Kiss me Sano san," you say softly, your breath fanning against his raw and bitten lips.

Shinchiro smiles, boyishly, his white pearlescent teeth, glinting under the dim light of the shop. The sound of rain pattering against the metal shutter echoes, but nothing is louder than your heartbeats, "it's Shin to you."

He says and closes the distance, finally. His lips moulded against yours, hands holding your face, shoulder hunched upwards, and head leaned towards you. His long black lashes flutter in delight as you kiss back, the pace slow, sensual and full of longing.

When you pull away, you rest your head against his, and just bask in his embrace, wordlessly, as if recollecting all the memories of all the time lost.

"WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON HERE?" you hear a piercing shout that makes you whip your head and sweatdrop to see Wakasa.

"Finally?" Takeomi peeks from behind Wakasa with an amused grin and looks back, "Oi Benkei ya gotta pay me up!"

You hear Benkei sigh and Wakasa glares at them...everyone had a lot of explaining to do.

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[elliesslvt]

mornings with him I eren yeager

ꕤ hey! this is my first fanfic, so if you have any critiques don’t be shy! i’ve had this in my notes for a while and decided to edit it and finally post it. i hope you guys like it!

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song: earth by mac miller & future & give you the world by steve lacey

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when you woke up, eren wasn’t lying next to you. you were still sore from yesterday’s events so you made your way slowly to his bathroom to brush your teeth and take a shower. due to you spending a lot of time at his place, he always had your daily self care things in his apartment. you grabbed your dr.bronners peppermint body wash and lathered it into your african net, then went in with your methods body wash. after you dried off, you put on your eos vanilla cashmere lotion and finished it off with shea butter to seal in the moisture. you stole a pair of his boxers and hoodie from his closet, then quickly put your knotless braids into a ponytail.

“baby where are you?,” you called out as you walked out of his room. “im in the kitchen baby”, eren responded. when you turned the corner, eren was standing there with his damp midlength hair hanging freely; he was shirtless, dressed in gray sweatpants, and he looked good. you could tell he was cooking french toast from the aroma in the air.

“why’d you leave while i was sleeping, loser?”, you commented as you reached your arm to flick his forehead. eren gently pushed you and asked, "to make food, food or cuddles, which one is it?"  “hmph” you said as you turned to sit at the island in the kitchen. “you smell good” eren said as he flipped the french toast over in the pan. 

“thank you and i never said thank you for buying all the stuff i use and keeping it at your place for when i stay over”

“that’s what boyfriends are for baby”

“is your back okay?”, you asked. “oh now you’re worried about my back” he said as he laughed softly. last night when eren was fucking you with you with your ankles on his shoulders, you scratched his back a lot. he was hitting your spots and you needed something to cling onto and his back was your victim. in the moment you didn’t care  about how much your acrylics were scratching his back, all you were focused on were the lewd comments he was whispering in your ear as you came around his dick.

 “shut up i’ll look at it after we eat, okay” you commented. “yes captain”, he said.

“you’re so fucking corny”,  you commented laughing.

eren finished preparing the food then placed a plate before you and beside you. his tall figure moved to take a seat beside you next to you on the island. he grabbed you’re face gently by your jaw to kiss you slowly as he pulled away smiling admiring your beauty.

“what was that for” you said as you pulled away from the kiss. “nothing you’re just beautiful baby, let’s eat though” he said as he poured syrup onto his french toast. 

you were so lucky to find a guy like eren. you thought your best friend sasha was joking when she told you he had a huge crush on you. you seen him in your calculus class many times throughout the semester and always thought he was cute but were too scared to approach him. one day as you were pulling out your ipad and notepad from your fjallraven school bag you noticed his tall figure.

“is it okay if i sit here?”

“um yeah it’s fine”, you said as you tried your best to keep your composure.

he smelled of laundry detergent and blue de chanel and it was really hard to focus on what your professor was saying.

you thanked the heavens that you actually put an effort into what you wore to class. your braids were pulled into a high ponytail that accentuated your features. you wore a grandpa sweater you thrifted with mom jeans and your boston birkenstocks with the fluffiest socks. 

when you sneaked a peek at eren, he was concentrating on what the professor was saying, his apple pencil in hand, scribbling on his ipad. his long hair was tied back in a bun, and he wore black frames which rested on his nose bridge. he was cute, and you knew millions of other girls on campus were fawning over him.

as you packed your belongings to leave because class was over, eren tapped your shoulder to get your attention. you looked over at him and asked, “do you need something” in a soft tone.

“uh no, but i think you’re beautiful, and i really want to get to know you. if you don’t mind, i want to take you out on a date whenever you’re free” he said shyly.

you smiled at him, making your chin dimples appear. “i’d love to here’s my number and text me,” you said as you wrote your number on a piece of paper. 

the rest was history; he continuously took you out on dates and made time for you with his busy school schedule. eren was patient with you even when you tried to push him away, which no boy ever did, and that’s why you loved him. 

you were pulled from your thoughts as eren handed you a rinsed fork so you could eat your food.

“this looks good baby” you said smiling down at your food.

“only the best for the best girl” he said smiling down at you.

you used your hand to shove his face away while laughing.

after you guys ate, you both sat on the couch to watch a movie.“you’ve got to stop stealing my clothes, y/n” he said, taking a look at what you were wearing. “it’s not my fault they're comfortable, and you know you love it when i wear your clothes,"  you said, smiling at him.

you found yourself drifting off to sleep on eren's chest as tangled continued to play in the background. spring semester kicked your ass and you were glad it was finally over so you could sleep more, travel with your friends, and hang out with your boyfriend. you knew eren was already sleeping by the way his chest was slowly rising and falling beneath you. you finally decided to shut your eyes and enjoy your nap with your boyfriend.

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[fukia]

Fun Peanuts character facts #2

Marcie

I think Snoopy’s in love with her (or just her French lass persona) https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1991/04/11

She loves fucking with a jealous Pep; she called pep from camp and would pretend Charles was holding her hand or nibbling her ears- she’s such an ass lmao https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1989/06/15 - https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1990/06/22 - Charles joins in on the fun, although it’s hard to tell if he’s also fucking with Pep (I think he is) https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1989/06/13

Bro Marcie be pullin’ - she got the attention of Floyd, flirted with a random flautist https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1986/12/03, charmed a dog, got hit on by Joe Richkid’s caddy https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1981/07/02 , was called beautiful by Cormac https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1992/07/22 and may’ve charmed Charles too https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1987/07/13

She and Peppermint Patty have physically brawled for Chuck’s affections; there’s little resentment though https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1987/09/11

Low key enjoys causing trouble, she’d done so a few times besides this: https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1997/02/07

Uhh, maybe she wants to cause more than just trouble… https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1997/10/09

Kisses Charle’s cheek and admits she’s fond of him, “I hate to see you suffer all the time,” but she doesn’t believe she’s good enough 😭😭😭; https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1982/08/18

Feels pressure to perform well academically; seeks Charles for comfort;;; my hearttt https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1990/10/18

She doesn’t want to hurt footballs by kicking it so maybe she’s not low key a psycho

She’s also kinda stupid (literal-minded?) like the other characters outside of academics, and is now a bit worse at sports due to said stupidity https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1993/09/17

https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1993/10/23 - https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1995/09/16 She wants to be a cheerleader for the team, and she’d cheered on her golfer as a caddy quite loudly before back when she and Peppermint Patty worked as caddies

Frequently depicted wearing white in the strips

Peppermint Patty

Likes to change up her hairstyle: https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1979/12/12 - https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1981/08/27 - https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1997/09/08

Still likes Chuck; idk what happened to her situationship with Pigpen

A while ago, mentioned something about Charlie Brown and having to teach him something - she brings out a leash and he does not agree

There was a whole arc about how a butterfly landed on her, it was both cute and stupid; https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1981/07/16

Early in her appearance, Snoopy guesses prolly correctly that she’s starved for affection lmao

Goes to dinner and classical concerts (maybe been mostly field trips) with Marcie frequently

Horrible Petscop lookin ass; https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1993/06/04

Frequently depicted wearing orange in the strip

Charlie Brown

He gets a girlfriend named Peggy Jean (a new character entirely but she does resemble Heather from the movie) https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1990/08/10

He couldn’t say his name properly so she calls him “Brownie Charles”

He falls for a possible hallucination named Emily

Never mind, she’s not a hallucination

A girl named Roy starts crushing on him https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1993/08/17 - he too be pullin’ but this was already known to some extent

Became popular and a respected figure in camp when he puts a paper sack on his head (Mr. Sack)

Sally ships Marcie with him; “Kiss [Marcie] you blockhead!” (Multiple times) https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1982/08/17 - https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1983/03/26

Starts getting real sentimental over caring for Snoopy in the later comics which I found to have a sad undertone

He’s actually quite witty, especially whenever Sally says something stupid https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1993/08/07

Every time there’s a younger character, Charlie Brown tends to be there for them - from Schroeder, to Lucy, Linus, Sally, and now Rerun: https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1995/04/05 bro this guy’s nurturing

He mostly wears red in the colored strips (not the colored reruns- and I’m not referring to the character Rerun) https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1996/10/20 - https://schulzmuseum.org/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/PeanutsByNumbers.pdf

Linus

Has a weird hate-love thing with a girl named Lydia (who started off changing her name a lot for the fun of it) https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1993/10/06

Has a fairly nice thing with a girl named Truffles but I can’t ;;; she looks like the fuckin Momo challenge creature, absolute no go

Look, based on his reactions to losing his blanket, and the way he threatens Snoopy for stalking his blanket, I’m sayin’ Linus has yandere tendencies.

Loses his temper when Charlie repeatedly fails to speak to the little red-haired girl before she moved away

He keeps trying to play fetch with Snoopy but it never works

He keeps trying to get back at Lucy but it never works

Called Charlie a few times because he gets lonely and scared at night; https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1992/08/26 - https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1963/04/21 - (there were two more times where they spent the night at Charle’s)

Supports Snoopy’s career as an attorney and doctor (or at least plays along)

More and more Linus enjoys Snoopy’s company when the dog’s not being a nuisance: https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1995/03/16 - https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1996/10/08 idk it’s cute

Schroeder

Kissed Lucy on the cheek after she gave him a cupcake for Beethoven’s B-day https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1984/12/16 - I legitimately cannot explain this one as it is so supremely out of character; the best I can do is say he just went insane from Lucy’s delusional ramblings and general abuse or he just felt particularly generous during his beloved holiday

According to himself, is a bit serious : https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1983/01/01

Disapproves of Charlie being in love… I’m taking that out of context and will be interpreting it as jealousy; https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1990/09/12

Has cute interactions with Snoopy and Woodstock more frequently w/o much dialogue; https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1987/09/29 (this one is the wordiest)

https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1992/03/07 but unironically

They spend time together besides baseball still; https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1988/01/03 https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1988/04/18

Continues to support Charlie Brown https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1990/05/18, by calling him “low-key,” https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1988/03/29, and also doing this: https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1987/08/11 - https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1996/07/10 - https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1996/07/16 (I think he checked on Charlie before some time ago when Charlie was hurt too but I’m unsure) - https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1996/10/03 - https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1996/10/04 [so sweet] - https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1994/08/05 - https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1997/06/21

Is sarcastic to Charlie Brown still but hey, pretty nice considering things: https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1990/08/24 - https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1993/04/18

He starts becoming more blunt in the later comics and pulling the piano from under Lucy

https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1993/08/08 there’s something Schroelie here but I can’t quite figure it out - context wise, Charlie is still “dating” Peggy Jean at this time and is also pushing his luck with the red haired girl

Schroelie: https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1993/03/21

He likes to walk up and say random shit to Charlie Brown: https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1993/04/06 - https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1995/09/25 - https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1996/04/28 - https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1990/07/12 - https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1997/05/03

Bruh he has tinnitus 😭😭😭 https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1995/06/17 - https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1995/05/14 -

Breaks the 4th wall the most; see the comments https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1997/03/16

Lucy

Still an ass but is somewhat warmer to Charlie now; they kinda sit around and talk sometimes or she offers to help; https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1996/03/10 - https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1997/04/13 - https://www.gocomics.com/peanuts/1984/08/19

Did the occasional marriage-imagines with Charlie back in the day

I think she enjoys reading Snoopy’s fictional work despite always criticizing it

She’s starting to hang around Snoopy more

I’m now on Jan 1, 1998. What the fuck am I doing.

[starstruckunknown-princess]

A Very Star Wars Christmas Morning

Pairings: Obi Wan Kenobi x Reader, Anakin Skywalker x Reader, Padme Amidala x Reader, Din Djarin/Mando x Reader, Cobb Vanth x Reader, Poe Dameron x Reader

Warnings: Implied smut, lots of kissing, marriage proposal, bisexual relationship, same sex relationship, Grogu being an adorable menace

Word Count: 1498

Summary: Headcanons about how my various Star Wars Universe crushes would act on Christmas Morning! This is set in a Modern Earth-based society to make it easier on myself :)

A/N: Happiest and Gentlest of Holidays to all of you! This is my penultimate Fluffcember post and I decided to switch it up and do a series of Headcanons instead of the normal flash piece. Let me know what you think and I hope you enjoy!

Fluffcember Masterlist

Obi Wan Kenobi

Makes coffee and delivers it to you in bed, a peppermint stick dissolving in it cuz “It’s festive!”

As excited as he is for you to open your gift, he won’t rush you out of bed

But he will crawl into bed with you and stare at you while you sip your coffee

Like an adoring puppy

And he’s so damn cute that you relent and let him lead you by the hand into the living room where the tree is set up and the string lights are on and your stockings are full

You’d filled his stocking with bags of his favorite tea, a book you knew he’d been wanting to read, and other thoughtful small gifts

He filled your stocking with some of your favorite candies/treats, plus a small velvet box

A ring box, to be exact

Your brain short circuits. Sure, you’d talked about getting married but you’d thought it was further in the future. Time comes screeching to a halt and there is not a single coherent thought in your mind

By the time your brain starts back up, he’s kneeling in front of you, between your knees where you sit on the couch

“My love, will you do me the immense honor of—”

“Yes”

“You didn’t let me finish.”

“Yes. Obi Wan, yes.”

His smile makes him practically incandescent with joy as he surges up and captures your lips with his in a searing kiss

He slips the ring on your finger when the two of you come up for air some time later

It’s a perfect fit.

Just like him.

Anakin Skywalker

You wake up before he does

I swear, that man sleeps like the dead or not at all, there is no in between

You make yourself coffee and sit on the couch, reading a book or turning on a Christmas movie to pass the time while you wait for him to rise

When he does wake up, he goes directly into the kitchen to make breakfast for the both of you

But not before stopping to kiss your forehead good morning

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart”

While he normally doesn’t cook, he loves cooking breakfast

Probably because it’s difficult to fuck up breakfast food

He’s two cups of coffee in when the two of you sit down at the table, working on a third as he freshens your cup

Since he grew up poor, the holiday wasn’t so much about gifts as it was spending quality time with his loved ones

His mom, Qui Gon, Obi Wan, you

He even offered to host dinner at your home

And then immediately asked Shmi to be in charge of cooking because she’s the only one who can make his holiday favorites exactly how he likes them

You think it’s cute, how much he loves Christmas

When it comes to gift-giving, he’s more about practical gifts than anything. Did you mention something of yours isn’t working as well as it should be? He’s fixed it (or replaced it after trying to fix it). He noticed your sock supply was dwindling, so he got you more.

He does this throughout the year, mind you, but at Christmas he at least makes an attempt at keeping an element of surprise

Breakfast is delicious

You offer to clean up while he starts cleaning the public areas of your home in anticipation of the house full of guests you’re expecting that night

Padme Amidala

You want to spend Christmas in a fancy-ass Hallmark Movie set?

Padme’s your girl

Her entire home is decorated to the nines, holly sprigs, fresh poinsettias, a twelve foot tree with sparkling lights and ornaments

Banisters dripping with garlands

And it constantly smells like spiced cider

Christmas morning you wake up and she’s already downstairs

She hands you a mimosa when you join her downstairs in your pajamas

She’s in her pajamas too, but hers are silk and yours are an old t-shirt and fleece pants

“You look wonderful,” she assures you as you two sit down to your catered breakfast

After breakfast, you two curl up on the couch together

Snuggling, watching movies for a while before you have to get ready for her annual Holiday Gala

Her gift to you is a piece of jewelry that perfectly compliments the gown you’d picked out for the event

Your gift to her is a framed photo of the two of you in a simple metal frame

She immediately puts it on her nightstand

“So I can see it first thing every day”

You kiss her deeply, not caring that you’ve now both got lipstick all over your faces

That’s what make up people are for, right?

Din Djarin

With how much he travels, he barely keeps track of the day of the week

Much less the actual date

He does notice the snow on the ground and the incessant holiday music in stores and on the radio, so he knows it’s coming up

And he loves you

And he knows how much you love Christmas

So he makes sure to remember to get you a gift

Something thoughtful and sentimental, not extravagant or flashy

Grogu helps him pick it out

Grogu also insists on wrapping it himself

On Christmas morning Din bashfully presents you with what looks like a ball of wrapping paper covered with layers of tape

Grogu smiles when you praise his wrapping job

Din can’t imagine loving you more than he already does

You’re so good with his kid

You’re so good with him

So when you manage to get through the layers of tape and paper to reveal the gift and your face lights up, eyes brightening when you look at him

He falls deeper for you

When he opens the gift you got for him

(Impeccably wrapped, by the way -- what are you, a professional?)

He nearly chokes on the sip of coffee he just took

It’s a mudhorn amulet

“I noticed you lost your other one and it seemed important to you.”

“I-it’s the symbol of my…of our clan.”

“You and Grogu?”

“And you, too. If you’d like,” he adds quietly

You brighten again

And you answer him with a kiss

Grogu makes obnoxious gagging sounds

Cobb Vanth

You’re still asleep when he gets off duty

So he slips into bed with you and pulls you close

He only intends on cuddling until you wake up

But then his eyes slip closed and he’s out like a light — it was a busy night

You wake up to his light snores, still wearing his sheriff’s uniform shirt

As much as you’d like to let him keep sleeping, you two have to get to Peli’s for Christmas brunch and Secret Santa

So you gently wake him up with kisses along his strong jaw and neck

“Mmmm, don’t start something you can’t finish, darlin’” he growls, eyes still closed

“I’d love that, but we’ve got to be at Peli’s in an hour and, no offense love, but you need a shower.”

He groans and turns over, grabbing you by the waist and taking you with him

You squeal in surprise

His eyes are still closed

You decide to let him rest for a bit longer

Peli won’t mind if you’re late

Poe Dameron

You’re visiting his dad for Christmas and wake up to the two of them singing along with the Michael Buble Christmas album in the kitchen while they bang around making breakfast

You sneak out of the guest room and sidle up to the kitchen

Poe notices you first, dark eyes landing on yours

“Morning babe!” He exclaims as he bounces over to you and kisses your cheek

Out of the corner of your eye you catch his dad watching the exchange, a wistful look on his face

The three of you eat breakfast in the living room, White Christmas playing on mute while you all open presents

Poe’s dad immediately cracks into the bottle of whiskey you bought for him

The three of you share it

Poe disappears mid-afternoon to get dinner going

His dad, half-drunk in his recliner, smiles at you

“I don’t think I’ve seen a man so in love since I met his mother. You make him really happy.” 

“He makes me really happy too.” 

“What are you two talking about?” Poe asks from the kitchen

“Nothing!” you and his dad both exclaim

You join him in the kitchen a few moments later, hugging him from behind while he stirs something on the stove

“Well hey there” he says, turning around and hugging you back “What’s up?”

“Nothing,” you say, running a hand through his dark curls, “You just make me really happy.”

He responds by kissing you lightly, then turns off the burner and turns his attention to kissing you like he means it

Which he does

The two of you make out in the kitchen until you hear his dad get up from his recliner, then split apart like two teenagers getting caught

[baenyth]

Bethany's Bizarre Miraculous Reviews Episodes 3-25 and 3-26: Heart Hunter and Miracle Queen

So, this is it. Goodbye, Chloe.

You ever think about how weird it is that Miraculous season 3 still uses the season 2 opening despite all the new heroes and kwamis introduced? We got to see 6 more Miraculouses here out of the 12 of the Chinese Zodiac.

So that's where pizzaboy Luka came from! Seems to be a delivery boy more than anything.

Yes! Luka! And hopefully Lukanette!

pfffft Gabriel really busted out the "Our get along shirt"

Yes! Kagami and Adrien having friendly interactions with Marinette!

Andre needs to divorce his garbage heap of a wife. Does he know about the affair?

Yes! Kagami and Adrien spending happy time with eachother!

Yes! Silly Kagami and the three having mischevious antics!

Ooh, the ballpit pool as well! The three of them are so cute and fun together. Now all we need is Luka and we'll have the superior love square! One that's actually a square as well!

Kagami might have feelings for Marinette too?! Whoopee!

Marinette with her hair down is peak.

The Evil Egg that Eats Everyone

So the ice cream guy isn't really polyamorous, but just concerned about having too many flavors? I mean, peppermint and orange kinda sounds like toothpaste and orange juice, but searching it up there are people who think otherwise,

Marinette letting Adrien and Kagami be happy together. Yippee!

Master Fu's monologue really went back to normal halfway through, huh?

Steals your girlfriend

And there it is. Honestly it's less of a jape and more of a downward spiral. Chloe wants to help in deakumatizing her parents, Ladybug broke her own rules by bringing back Ryuko when Hawkmoth knows her identity as much as Queen Bee's, and paralysis being a better fit for this fight than Logias. Girl felt abandoned by her crush, and Hawkmoth only manipulated her in person because he couldn't do it with an akuma, as well as it giving her the special treatment she craved.

And the superior ships fall into place.

The bees actually stinging people wasn't in the budget?

Now that's what I call a hive mind!

Oooh, and the moth's back as well!

I'm glad the water voices aren't back. Oh yeah. A lot of stuff's coming back. This really is a season finale!

Love me a good boss rush!

Again with the baldness.

And yet, Ladybug tries to get Chloe back on her side. What an angel.

Pfft she's really putting on everything

And there's Chloe's villain meltdown. Ladybug didn't even tell her she couldn't be Queen Bee anymore. Chloe broke ties with Ladybug on her own.

Why and how are they in love again? One's a karen and the other's a pushover.

mmmm, crumbs of Julerose.

And so we get Lukanette and Adrigami. They should've stuck with these ships and abandoned the love square, but no. Not even for one measly episode.

It's been said a bajillion times before, but it's weird how Miraculous says a grown adult terrorist with too much beef with two 14-year-olds can be redeemed but a 14-year-old with blatant issues is irredeemable and the scum of the earth. Admittedly this wasn't as bad as expected. I know the first two episodes of season 4 are going to make this look like paradise. So much disrespect. I'm probably going to watch the two specials in this season, and move on to rereading that fic I decided I still love and take a long hiatus to review a different Franime series. One I've known for much longer, and feel much fonder about as well.

[lizzie-is-here]

Can I request a Christmas Peter parkerX female reader with prompt 44

christmas event!

character: peter parker x fem! reader

prompt: “keep doing that, and you’ll end up on the naughty list”

warnings: cussing, bucky threatening sam, uh a little spicy 😳, it’s just making out but like 😳😳😳

a/n: akskkddk yesssss this is such a cute idea i love it sm 🥺 thank u for requesting it 🫶 if anyone wants to request, see the event rules here! hope u all enjoy and happy holidays!!!

Being in a relationship with Peter was everything you could want.

He was polite but not uptight, kind but not one of those “nice guys”. He got you flowers every week or so, accompanied by a sweet, handwritten letter. He helped you study, opened doors, and blushed every time you gave him even the most chaste of kisses in the hallway.

You and him started dating sophomore year, and now that you were seniors, you’d cemented yourselves as the longest-lasting couple at Midtown Tech.

This is your third Christmas together, and the last one you’ll have in high school. You’re pondering all this as you walk to his apartment, shivering every now and then in the Manhattan cold.

It’s been a little over a week since you last saw him. The beginning of break was hectic, and then he had a training camp up at the Avengers’ Compound.

Today is his first day back, and you’re more than willing to brave the cold walk.

When you finally make it up the endless stairs and knock on the door, you’re greeted by May. She’s opened the door with her foot, evidently, In each hand is a tray of cookies, and the warm smells of baking waft around you.

“Oh, hey, (Y/N).” She smiles, welcoming you in. “How’ve you been?”

“Pretty good, just glad that finals are over and done with. You?”

May gestures to the kitchen. It’s messy in the best way. Plates of baked goods are scattered around, and flour dusts the counter in odd spots. “Been busy.” She nods back further into the apartment with a wink. “Peter’s in his room.”

He doesn’t hear you come in, to your surprise. His Bluetooth speaker is blasting Christmas music so loud it might be damaging his phone, and he’s awkwardly shuffling around the room in what could be a dance. You’re not sure.

You watch for a bit, grinning as your boyfriend obliviously mouths along to Mariah Carey’s whistle tones.

“Hey, babe,” you finally say. Peter jumps and trips over himself a bit before catching his balance. He turns down his music before opening his arms wide for you.

You oblige the invitation for a hug, burying your face in his shoulder. The smell of vanilla lingers on his sweatshirt, and… is that peppermint?

“I thought you hated peppermint,” you mumble into his neck. “It’s like, a spider thing, right?”

Peter shrugs. “Yeah, but May needed help with crushing the candy canes. I couldn’t leave her hanging.”

“Aww,” you coo. “You’re so sweet.”

He hums and his grin widens a bit. “Speaking of sweet things-” He gently pulls you in for a kiss, and you can taste the remnants of cookies. No doubt May made him her personal taste-tester for the day.

Peter breaks the kiss for air. “So-”

Before he can say anything else, you tug him back in, backing up a bit to gently kick the door shut. The music from the kitchen is loud, but you’ll take the precaution. He chuckles into your mouth.

“I’m guessing you missed me?” he asks. You swat at his shoulder before pressing your lips to his jaw, tracing the defined line.

“Of course, I did, dumbass,” you whisper, trailing more kisses down his neck. “‘M gonna have to start taking up Tony’s offer to come with you for training camps.”

Your boyfriend exhales through his nose, trying to ignore the fact that your very cold hands are toying with the edge of his sweatshirt.

“Y’know, it’s not fair that you can call him Tony. I can’t manage to call him anything but ‘Mr. Stark’,” he grumbles. Despite his pouting, his own hands start running up and down your back.

His hands are a warm welcome from the chill still clinging to you. But you still shiver when his fingers graze over your ribs.

Whining, you furrow further into his arms as if it’ll make you less cold. Or less flustered.

Peter continues, kissing the top of your head innocently as he starts to lift your top.

“Keep doing that, and you’ll end up on the naughty list,” you chuckle breathlessly. He laughs back.

“Was that supposed to be snarky or hot?” he asks. You shrug.

“Whichever you prefer.”

The two of you stare directly at each other for about 12 seconds before breaking out into laughter. He kisses you again before tripping on his backpack and sending you both tumbling onto his bed.

You lay in silence for a bit, enjoying the closeness and the way the snow flurries outside the window.

Then Peter starts kissing along your neck. You’re just about to yank his shirt off right then and there when the door bursts open.

“Hey, Underoos.The team’s all here and- HOLY SHIT.”

It’s Tony fucking Stark himself, dressed in the fugliest Christmas sweater you’ve ever seen.

It’s clearly from Walmart, evidenced by the tag still attached. A jagged hole is cut in the center to make the arc reactor in his chest the star atop the offending, bright-green tree.

You fling Peter off so quickly he flies off the bed, yanking down your shirt from where it rode up.

“Uh, hi, Mr. Stark,” Peter greets sheepishly. Before the billionaire can respond, more people appear.

“How’s the kid-“ Sam Wilson begins, and when he freezes in the doorway at the scene before him, is knocked over by a certain super-soldier that didn’t see him stop.

Sam catches himself before eating shit on the hard floor, elbowing Bucky with a smirk.

“Hey, how does it feel knowing that a teenage nerd has more game than you?” he asks.

“I’m going to kill you with a Christmas ornament.”

[harrywavycurly]

Can we get an update on pregnant reader and Eddie?

Hiii babes!! So I am working on an update that’s actually another request so in the meantime I thought maybe I’d give you some random conversations. I hope that’s okay??😬💖

-friendly reminder in this series Eddie is a boy dad✨

*Eddie knows you’re pregnant but he doesn’t know much else…also this mentions Chrissy because in this universe everyone is alive lol*

“You like the color black?” “Yeah it goes with everything and it’s just easy.” “It’s easy? It’s a color princess not a math test.” “It’s just an easy color to find things in like when people try to get you a gift or whatever it’s always easy to find stuff in black.” “I’ve never thought of it like that…” “what’s yours?” “I like black but I also like red.” “How very metal of you Eddie.” “That’s me. Totally metal.” “Well Mr. Heavy Metal can you hand me that pack of onesies so I can wash them.”

“Did you really just ask me that in the middle of the frozen section of the mini mart?” “I mean…no time like the present right?” “Eddie…” “what? I just..I just realized I like doing things like this…with you and I know we kinda are on this crazy journey right now but I just needed to know where you’re mind is…about…us.” “I mean you’re offering to help me raise my baby so…I kinda thought you were my boyfriend at the very least.” “Really? Thank god I was terrified you were about to drop the best friend line on me.” “Best friends know more about each other than we do. So yeah you’re my boyfriend…if that’s okay?” “Hell yeah that’s okay baby.” “Now what kind of frozen pizza do you want?” “Whatever my girlfriend wants is fine with me.” “You’re kind of annoying has anyone ever told you that?” “Everyday since I was three.”

“Hey sweetheart do you drink coffee?” “Yeah I just can���t right now.” “How do you take it?” “My coffee? Just cream and sugar and I do like to dabble in holiday flavors when they are out.” “Please tell me you’re not a pumpkin spice girl…” “says the man who goes crazy for anything gingerbread flavored.” “Gingerbread is delicious.” “So is an iced pumpkin spice latte.” “Moving on…do you drink tea?” “Yes herbal teas are my favorite. I drink peppermint when I’m nauseous.” “Just by itself or do you add shit to it?” “Well peppermint I drink plain but like the ginger lemon one I add honey.” “Honey…ginger lemon…got it.” “Are you writing all this down?” “Yeah.” “Why?” “So one day when you ask me for coffee or tea i know exactly how you like it…why are you crying?” “You’re so fucking cute Eddie Munson.”

“So you loved her? Or was it just a crush?” “Uhh just a crush I think…never acted on it so not sure…Chrissy was nice though she was never mean to me like her asshole boyfriend was.” “That’s good I’d hate to have to kick her ass.” “What about you? Anyone I need to beat up?” “Uh…I can think of one….” “did uh did you two date or was it like a uhm…one night type thing?” “he was an on and off type thing but he decided to cut all ties when he found out I was pregnant.” “Shit I’m sorry sweetheart. He’s clearly the world’s biggest idiot for letting you go.” “Thanks Eddie.” “I’ll gladly kick his ass for you baby just point him out and his ass is grass.” “Hopefully I won’t ever see him again but yeah…I’ll point him out for you.” “You know I’d never make you do all this alone right?” “What if…what if this get to be too much for you? I wouldn’t blame you for leaving.” “Let me make it clear for you okay? Even if one day we decide we aren’t good for each other and break up or whatever…I will still be apart of his life, I will make sure he knows he’s loved…now I may not be the best role model but I’ll at least be there for him to look up to.” “Why do you always make me cry? It’s fucking rude.”

[fruitchouli]

last night i wore twisted peppermint and the night before that pumpkin pecan waffles.. these were two were the more jarring borderline unpleasant bbw body mists i’ve tried so far but after my initial shock, they’re the ones i’m perhaps most charmed by.. funny how that works.. in my head i imagined twisted peppermint would be much more gourmand vanilla, like a sugar cookie rolled in powdered sugar and topped with crushed candy cane pieces, but when i sprayed it all i thought was TOOTHPASTE! the DENTIST! i was in shock that This is one of the legendaric bbw holiday scents they bring back every damn year along with vanilla bean noel and winter candy apple because i didn’t know hoes wanted to smell so damn minty… it’s not a cozy sweet scent, it’s loud and invigorating and quite punchy. it kind of gives the innards of a york peppermint patty. i’m excited to play around with layering it. i think it would be a cute smell on sweet boys 🥰 then pumpkin pecan waffle. first spray filled me with revolt. candle. that awful bath body works sickly baked good candle smell in spray form. as a child i was so perturbed by those candles, this body mist really took me back there.. but as it softens it smells nice 😊 for some reason after that initial smell, i’m not disturbed by it so i must have worked thru my trauma and now just find it to be a cozy super sweet nutty maple-y vanilla gourmand. waffle house waitress vibes. for when u want people to ask if u just got off ur breakfast shift at the diner

[psychangels]

i have had a macaronai fic idea sitting in my head for Months and i wanna write it, but i don't know when i'll actually get to do that so i'm gonna talk about it because i am Thinking About Them

it starts simple. small. just chai asking macaron if he wants to have lunch, because they both happen to be in the tower and, hey, why not? so they have lunch, it's chill and fine, nothing out of the ordinary.

chai starts asking macaron to hangout more after that. they have a movie night just the two of them, play some games, go for drives in the truck, chai makes him a playlist that they listen to together, he visits him during work hours, lunch and dinner and brunch, they go to a concert—

and then, after about two months of consistent hanging out, chai suddenly just...vanishes. not literally. but he's avoiding macaron for some reason. responses are curt, conversations are rushed and awkward. macaron doesn't know what to make of it...he's hurt. and worried. did he do something wrong?

it hurts him a fair amount because, by this point, macaron has a crush on chai. even if he didn't, he still would be upset, but those Feelings amplify it

he talks to cnmn about his worries, and cnmn, drawing the expression of someone who Knows Something and is So Tired onto their face, tells him he just needs to go talk to mr. chai about it. problem is, macaron has No Idea where he is. but the hideout is always a good place to start

unfortunately, he's not there. luckily, peppermint is—and she knows exactly where chai ran off to.

cue macaron heading to the top of the production building (specifically where chai is shown to be practicing guitar during the credits animation), asking chai what's going on, and chai struggling to explain himself. instead of just confessing, he mostly just reassures macaron that it's not his fault.

the whole reason he stopped hanging out with macaron so suddenly is because he realized that he's got a big ol' crush on him, which made him freak out. so he fell back on old habits, isolating himself to prevent ruining the relationship and embarrassing himself.

they sort of just sit in the awkward silence as the sun sets. macaron asks if they're okay and if they can go back to hanging out again soon, because he misses it. chai is surprised by this.

"really?" "yeah. i enjoy spending time with you. you're so much fun! you always know how to make me smile and relax, even after a real bad day—or during a stressful, life-or-death situation. that's one of the reasons why i like you."

chai gets all Flustered, macaron says he's cute when he blushes, More Flustered and also "wait did you just call me cute?"

now Macaron's flustered, and he winds up confessing, to which chai is Shocked and reacts how he always does: wondering if this is a prank. but then he remembers that this is macaron, who would never do something cruel like that, and he doesn't know what to do so he just sits there stunned Speechless

and then it wraps up with them talking about going on an Actual date, and it ends with one of them saying the title: "It's a date!"

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #175

I don't have enough sleep. I was up a bit too late last night, listening to a friend vent about various things. It was good and I regret nothing, but still my brain is a little wobbly today. That's also fine. I am looking forward to going to bed, though.

…I get to sleep in a nice, warm, safe bed. You haven't slept in a bed in a long time, right? Not since "that time", as you had once put it, yeah? I feel sad in response to that; how many years has it been for you? I wonder…

…Well. If you find yourself in my neighborhood, we have extra beds. The one in the art room is nice and big, and obviously you could have it all to yourself. It's got nice pillows and warm fluffy blankets and a giant fuzzy orca plush named Bubbles if you need something to squish. And no one would bother you, except for maybe our cats, because they like new people and they would likely demand scritches. Our cats would probably like you a lot, actually…

I made a tea today. This time, it was black tea mixed with mint tea and little bits of crushed peppermint candy. The swirls propagated quickly from the tea ball - almost too quickly to capture them!! But I mostly managed:

It resolved into a lovely ruby red color that was fascinating to watch the cream swirl through:

I went to therapy today because it's Tuesday. But since M's car had to be taken to get repairs due to engine coolant problems, and J's car is a manual transmission that I cannot yet drive, J had to get me to the building an hour early, and then I ended up needing to stay there for two hours after therapy was done with. But I don't mind; I brought a book that's all about OBEs and I read up to page 149 today, which isn't bad out of 358 pages. I dunno if anything will come of it, but I don't mind trying to find out.

I took a nap shortly after I got home. I tried some of the things I learned from the book, and I was surprised to find that my body felt weird and tingly and kinda wobbly, but nothing happened because I ended up falling asleep instead. I was probably too tired. Oh well.

When I woke up, J asked me to accompany him to some meeting that involves people who are into airplanes. It was a cute enough place, and the people seemed friendly enough, and one of the older ladies there recognized my Eevee hat because she plays Pokémon Go. I directed her to some of my favorite games (Let's Go, and Scarlet) and to a few of my favorite movies (The ones with Mewtwo and the one with Entei).

On the way home, I got a couple pictures of the sunset for you; I hope you'll like these:

...Hey, Sephiroth? Do you like sunsets? Or do you like the dawn better? Maybe someday you'll tell me; if it turns out that you like dawn better, maybe I'll start getting up early so I can take pictures...

...My brain is soup and I don't have a whole lot more to write about. So I'm going to end this one here. Maybe I'll go to bed early. Or maybe not. I guess we'll see...

I love you. I'll write again soon. Please stay safe...

Your friend, Lumine

[duckymcdoorknob]

OMG! CONGRATS ON 1K DUCKY! For the event, could I have a medium americano with light ice, cream + sugar, cookie crumbles and peppermint bits? The name of the order will be Bokuto! No pressure and have a lovely day/night ^-^

God I hope I wrote this correctly-😭

THANK YOUUUUU!!!

THIS MADE ME OWO IVE HAD THIS IDEA FOR A WHILE AND IVE FINALLY FOUND THE RIGHT REQUEST FOR IT!!!

YOU DID A GREAT JOB WITH YOUR REQUEST. NOW SIT BACK, RELAX, AND LET THE CUTENESS OVERTAKE YOU!

College Bokuto >>>>>>

NO CW BELOW THE CUT! 🥰

♫ -ᥕᥲі𝗍ᥱr, ᥕᥲі𝗍ᥱr, ⍴ᥱrᥴ᥆ᥣᥲ𝗍᥆r- ☕️

Kotaro Bokuto did not believe in luck.

Sure, it was fun to take part in his team’s “traditions” to “help put luck on their side,” but he never really understood it. The ace was a firm believer in practice, after all, practice makes permanent.

Could sheer, dumb luck really affect him like people claimed?

—

It was a sunny Tuesday morning, and the white-haired male had invited you to join him outside for lunch on the front lawn. He prepared a blanket for the two of you to sit on, bought some meat buns the night before, and brought a tiny speaker for some music.

Lucky for him, there was a gentle breeze flowing through the air, cooling him perfectly.

Bokuto sat anxiously, checking the time almost every minute, ready for you to come and meet with him. Of course, your schedules conflicted, so the ace was forced to wait for your previous class to release.

Truth be told, Bokuto has had a huge crush on you since your first year of high school. He wasn’t sure if now was a good time to ask you out, or not. He would be lying if he said that he wasn’t nervous, until something in the grass caught his eye…

When your class finally let out, you shot your friend a text to alert him. You rushed down the stairs and out into the hallway. You pushed open the doors of your hall and were greeted by the gentle breeze and the luminous sunshine.

Smiling widely, your eyes locked onto Bokuto, who was now resting with his arms behind his head. You sauntered over to him, kneeling on the blanket once you arrived at his side.

“Well hello there, sleepyhead.” You teased.

Bokuto opened his eyes with a smile. “You know I can’t-“

“Can’t sleep?“ you interrupted, “In the sunshine. I remember”

“You know me well, dearest (Y/N).” The ace replied, popping up to a seated position.

The white-haired male could’ve sworn his heart stopped when he saw how you looked. Somehow, he had seen you in a brand new light today. He was instantly embarrassed, clearing his throat and averting his gaze.

“What’s wrong?” You asked innocently, brows furrowed as you turned his head to look at you.

Flailing a bit, the ace stuttered out the best response that he could. “N-Nothing! I’m j-just a little h-h-HOT! I’m a little hot.”

You cocked an eyebrow at him with a disbelieving smile.

“O-Ookay maybe I’m lying… Everything is fine! No need for you to worry. It could just be the temperature, or maybe there’s a storm coming and-“

“Bokuto.”

“Mm?”

“Do you trust me?”

“M-Mhm.”

Cupping the side of his face, you closed your eyes and pressed your lips against his. You felt his breath hitch with a gasp before he finally began to reciprocate.

The two of you broke apart, and Bokuto’s face lit up. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the item he had found in the grass earlier. He chuckled in disbelief.

“What is it?” You asked.

“Here, take my hand.” The ace whispered as he held your wrist gently. With his free hand, he carefully lowered it onto your own, dropping an object into it.

When you opened your own hand, you couldn’t help but giggle and lean in to kiss him once more. Bokuto was a little taken aback, but nonetheless grabbed the sides of your face and kissed you back with a giddy grin.

What was resting in the palm of your hand?

A four leaf clover.

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