#reaping what i sow

[formulaforza]

cupcakes-- m.schumacher

pairing: mick schumacher x reader word count: 650 a/n: I just want to pinch his cheeks

The whole house smelled like cake, you’d been baking all afternoon and were mixing red food coloring into the vanilla frosting when he got home from the gym. He called his hello from around the corner and appeared soon after, sweaty and stupidly sexy, water bottle in hand. 

He set it in the sink with a metallic thud, and then he’s hugging you from behind, kissing your neck and your shoulder and your hair. “Micky!” You giggled, squirmed in his arms. “You’re so gross.”

“I’m your gross,” He says, releases you from his strong grip and swipes his index finger through your half-mixed  frosting. 

“Baby!” You scold, smile on your face, and shove him in the direction of your bedroom. “Go shower.” He walks backward toward the room, wiggling his brows and laughing while he sucks the pink frosting from his finger. 

“Do you want to help me decorate?” You ask when he’s done and showered, lounging on the couch and crolling through his phone. You watch over his shoulders as he clicks the power button off, drops the device face down onto his chest. You swear you can see his smile, even though you’re looking at the back of his head. 

“I can think of nothing I want to do more,” He replies, standing up with a groan, stretching, yawning, lazily trudging over to joining you in the kitchen. You hand him a butter knife and the frosting container. 

“It’s not a race.” You warned him, pointing your own knife at him. 

“It’s always a race.” He kisses you and laughs, but listens, takes his time covering the cupcakes in pink frosting. He pays so much attention to detail that you figure he’s holding a silent competition with you. If he can’t race you, he can make a better looking cupcake than you. You finish frosting your half before he does.  Aye! He yelps when you grab one from his side. Keep your grubby hands off my cupcakes. 

You roll your eyes, set it back down on the counter and grab the sprinkles from the pantry. You’re done before he’s finished frosting, still tediously painting the cake with his dull knife. You set all of your cupcakes carefully into the plastic holder, remove one right after, and sit on the counter next to him to eat it. “I like that one,” You say, mouth half full, pointing to the one of his that looks the messiest. “What happened there?”

He’s moved onto the sprinkles, now, holding the cupcake at eye level and carefully placing each sprinkle individually. He glares at you over the frosting. “That’s the abstract one.” You laugh, almost spit the cupcake out of your mouth, laugh harder. He shakes his head, chuckles, too. You love to make him laugh, even if it’s accidentally. 

You swipe a finger through the leftover frosting when he isn’t looking, and when he sets his finished cupcake on the counter, you wipe it on his face, pink and sweet and sugary on his cheek. He jumps, tries to dodge, to swat your hand away, but the deed is already done. You look at him with wide eyes and a stupidly giant smile, lick the rest of the frosting off your finger. “You’re dead!” He says, and you launch yourself off the counter with a squeal, running from him around the island, laughing and laughing. He chases you into the living room, tackles you onto the couch. He kisses you and gets frosting on your face and you giggle into his mouth. “What do you have to say for yourself?” He asks. 

You beam, try to bite your lip and stifle a laugh. “I love you?” 

“You love me?” He mocks, tickles your side. “You love me, huh?” He repeats, kissing your cheeks and your forehead and anything close to his lips.

“I do!” You laugh hard, without restraint, loud and unabashed and achy.

[rgboys]

I ate a whole steak and now I feel like I have to die

[ionthepoint]

My shower is my dom. I kneel there and only there more often than not; the reasons are varying.

[arctic-bookclub]

oh also one thing that i realized just now: qbagi’s initial suspicion over what’s happening to qphil being tied to the federation is technically not wrong

you know what drew qphil’s deities’ interest to him and quesadilla island? the birdcage. rose said in her earliest message ”I could sense the bleeding heart of the one I once knew, far, far away”. the deities noticed qphil had disappeared, and maybe they were curious to know what had happened, but the thing that drove them to find him was rose’s want to help him. and if she really was the one that freed him from the cage (and it’s heavily hinted she was), that birdcage undeniably was the thing that launched all of this into action.

how the enderking figured out that qphil had been weakened? we don’t know, maybe he sensed it, maybe he had already been observing him, maybe he noticed rose leaving to look for qphil, it doesn’t really matter. what does matter is that the trauma qphil got from being locked in that cage is what gave the enderking the perfect opportunity to strike. and is what led us to where we are now in the story. so even thought the federation isn’t ultimately the one tormenting qphil right now, it can still all be traced back to them and their continual abuses of power :)

[196794]

country girl i love uuuu

[pencilofawesomeness]

“Never take me lightly, silly fool.”

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Lilia's scene from chapter 25 of And You Think, “No Escape” by @therosefrontier has lived rent free in my mind and also irrevocably changed my perception of Lilia's in-game little victory line for the battles/exams. (The whole fic lives rent free, but I particularly wanted to come back and draw Lilia for this one, because Lilia is a terrifying badass and he deserves it.)

I won't say too much here (though I may ramble in the tags) so as to not spoil one of the finale scenes that much but it's a really good fic, high recommend.

[psyatha]

My cat was declawed by their previous owners, and I'm wondering if I can reclaw them

Like, give them metal claws or something, make them more powerful or something

[brjeauregard]

Some of you want your favorite characters to have a happy ending, I want my favorite characters to make questionable choices and face the consequences of their actions. We are not the same

[t-lostinworlds]

me: always complaining about my back and neck hurting

also me:

[icicleteeth]

Drawing these in the third dimension and trying to make them make sense outside of a scribble really reminds me like a splash of cold water, how much Honey's design was that... scribbled... You already know the number of times he's knocked into someone or a door frame by accident is in triple digits....

[kay-kay-is-kray-kray]

Oh yay we're finally getting the eggcellent culinary crucible event this month with Malleus!!!

Meanwhile in Japan:

[sea-lanterns]

I am ending the cursed posts here because they got out of hand and I want to be able to sleep tonight 😰

To cleanse the palate, send me some thirsts pls

[toxicityriot]

Imagine getting sandwiched between a bot's holoform and their alt mode for either sfw or spicy scenarios

[3cosmicfrogs]

*waking up in a cold sweat* has anyone thought about jeekoda before?

[corfisers]

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