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crazyhairkid · 9 months

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cairns on the fells

cairns on the moors

cairns on the hills

cairns on the mountains

cairns just. cairns. they’re beautiful and i love them. so many childhood memories. when you’re on a walk and you look up to the peak and you can see a cairn… that’s the shit i’m after. beautiful. wonderful.

#cairns #love that shit #north england #just. god.#you don’t get it you don’t get it #walking along a wall that’s crumbling so much it’s interspersed with fence #on a path worn into the ground by centuries or millennia of use #and far off there’s a cairn twice your height and you can sit #and have your lunch or snack or what have you #drink hot chocolate out of a thermos #watch the dog sprint around like a mad thing #homesick

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im-only-here-for-the-fandom · 11 months

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Astronomy Teacher Danny

so dp x dc idea, i don’t know if anyone has thought of this but instead of danny teaching chemistry in gotham( which i really love) because of his fenton/phantom/amity park craziness, he teaches astronomy because space obsession danny is best danny , it could be an elective or a club it doesn’t really matter.

i totally see danny as the fun and sweet teacher that all students liked, he would wear comfy clothes like jumpers or knitted sweaters, have a cup of something warm in his hand as well as an extra thermos and paper cups for his students (tea, hot chocolate, hot lemon), and just be an all around nice person.

damian had join the astronomy club because he had always thought that the stars of nanda parbat were beautiful, not because he was kicked out of the art club for acting ‘condescending’ towards the teacher one too many times or anything, definitely not, but his father insists that he be in a school club to develop his social skills.

damian had not expected to be so enamored by his teacher. on his first day his teacher made everyone push the desks back, layed down a rug/carpet on the floo and placed a projector in the middle( he made it himself) and made them sit around like some kind of camp fire, he handed out drinks, it was tea, he said that his friend sam started growing flower tea and tea leaves and she needed someone to taste test. the he started to talk about what the club will be about.

danny seemed to glow as he explained the origins of stars, their life cycles, how they were formed, how constellations were dicovered and the myths behind their names. talk about platents suns and moons, about the type if life you could find in each planet like the spices you could find on mars( something he shouldn’t have known)[he learnt this from martians in the ghost zone].

he would draw stars and constellations on the board, have them make up stories about stars and constellations just based on their name, play games such as having the projector on and one of the constellations would light up and they get a point if they manage to correctly guess their name then they would get extra points if they could say some more facts about it, and danny always made it so engaging for the kids, it was that one class that every student couldn’t wait to get to because it was just so fun.

damian would totally try to be the teachers favorite by giving him accurate painting of stars and constellations, he would be in competition with that girl that makes dioramas of planets, he would stay up all night researching really obscure space related things so that he could impress his teacher. his family would at first be really happy that he’s getting a new hobby until they hear him asking martian manhunter if he could get such and such spice/plant from mars so he could gift it to his teacher, and now his family is curious about where he learned about this and become suspicious when he tells them it was his astronomy teacher that taught such things in class along with martian/kryptonian culture among other things.

so now damian trys to stop them from ruining his favorite class by being nosy vigilantes.

so this was more of a dp idea than a dpxdc idea, but i might add more later. if anyone wants to use this idea feel free to do so just tag me because i really want to see what other could add on.

#dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc au #dp x dc prompt #danny phantom #damian wayne #space obsessed danny #astronomy teacher danny #batfam #damian: no grayson i do not have a crush on my teacher #damian wayne VS that one girl from astronomy class

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bunnyreaper · 6 months

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guy fawkes/bonfire night with the 141

(mild nsfw/18+, mostly fluffy though)

as the resident demolitions expert, you best believe johnny has that shit on lock. he refuses to go to an organised display because he just knows he can do way better. his job gives him the expertise and access to anything he might need (and ghost secretly helps him assemble anything else if they need to skirt the law just a lil)

he ends up with a massive cache of intricately rigged up fireworks all perfectly timed--johnny had been planning it on and off for half the year, working on preparing for all of october and pulling late nights leading up to november 5th.

he bonds/flirts with you by begging you to help him a little with the set up. of course you don't really know enough to help, but you hold things for him, give him encouragement and listen to his excited rambles after you make sure to ask questions to get him going.

when the big night finally comes, he's setting off remote detonators with glee, pulling you into his body as the two of you watch the display. you get lost watching the sparkle in his eyes--both his passion and the flurry of sparkling explosions.

the sex that night is even more frantic than usual, johnny filled with excitable energy after watching all the blasts.

simon is in charge of the bonfire and is very territorial about it. starts collecting huge amounts of wood early on and setting it all up in the field behind the barracks. the whole thing is stacked PERFECTLY, structurally sound as fuck and to go up in a barrage of flames.

he'd love to make "guys" to set up on the bonfire, leaning into his goofy side. some of them have masks just like him, some of them have printed out faces as your enemies, one of them has hastily sewn in features that look a LOT like soap... but simon swears it's just coincidence when the scot loses his mind looking at it.

he's happy you have to quietly tag along as he sets up, and occasionally indulges you in chat as the two of you carry piles of wood back and forth. of course he keeps jokes for the occasion in his back pocket.

on the night he lights the fire, steps back and admires his work as he hugs you from behind, cradling you as he rests his head on the top of yours and the two of you listen to the crackle of flames as they lick up the sides of the structure. as the night goes on, his hands start to wander over your body and his lips find their way to your neck, making you burn hotter than the fire did.

john is on general dad duty ensuring safety, but more importantly he's pn hot chocolate duty. his recipe is a special one (and yes there's a bit of whiskey in there of course) passed on from his mother and his grandmother.

he's insistent on everyone having a thermos filled with it, to keep you warm and to enjoy the start of winter properly. of course while handing out the flasks he tells stories of bonfires he saw as a kid.

he invited you along with him while he worked in the kitchen, allowing you to be the only one to know about his secret addition to the drink (you'd giggled and encouraged him to add more, as well as making him do a shot as he prepared the other drinks).

the two of you had a blast shoving the whipped cream can into the thermos to fill it up with the topping--and price had definitely squirted some on your face.

he also put you in one if his oversized jackets, wrapped a scarf around you and made sure you were covered in layers of clothes and hats and gloves. he didnt want you getting cold even for a split second. the coat smells just like him as he leads you out into the field hand in hand, his other holding a bag with your hot chocolate filled thermos' in.

when you make it back to your room after all the festivities, he makes sure to warm you up properly, pinning you to the bed making you feel drunker than the whiskey-filled beverage did.

kyle takes point on setting up a cozy space for you all, but especially for you. he knows exactly what he has in mind to make the night just perfect for you. he sets up a little lean-to or two, lays down a picnic spread and fills it with all the warmest and comfiest blankets and cushions for you to lounge on. he strings dimmed fairy lights across the top, lays some lanterns around the outside and creates the most enchanting little set up imaginable.

he does it all because he knows it'll make your night, your month, your year. yes the guys will be there two but this is all for you, because he knows something so pretty and aesthetic and cozy will make your heart so happy.

he makes sure to help you snap photos of the comfy space, making sure the memory is never forgotten, but mentions that he has one final thing before you all get comfortable and wrapped up in the blankets.

he has a stack of sparklers waiting for you, as he knows they're one of your favourite parts of the occasion. two two of you take cute photos with the sparklers, with kyle showing you how to make the trail show up by giving the shot a long exposure time, of course the two of you draw hearts together.

later on when you're cuddled up, maybe his hand sneaks under the blanket and finds your clit, making sure you really see sparks.

#john soap mactavish x reader #soap mactavish x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #john price x reader #captain john price x reader #kyle garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #tf 141 x reader #bunny writes

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allywthsr · 5 months

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A WEEKEND AWAY | (l.norris)

summary: Lando takes you on a weekend away

wordcount: 1.5k words

pairing: landonorris x fem!reader

warnings: none!

notes: I‘m late with posting today :((( normally I always schedule them, so they’re right on time, but today was super stressful and I was working when it was time for it to get published🥲

advent calendar

”Do you want to get away for a weekend?“

”I‘d love that, Lan.“

So before you knew it, you two had packed up your things and were on your way to the Nice airport, to fly to Austria. Lando had rented a beautiful cabin in the middle of nowhere, you can always reach the landlord via phone, and the next house is only five minutes away, but all in all, you were alone. You two needed that, a weekend where no one had any responsibilities, almost no phone service, and just relaxation. Lando also couldn’t wait to go skiing again, and you were excited about it too, Lando had shown you how to ski and since then, you always loved going on ski trips with him and your friends.

You arrived at the cabin, and the landlord, Michael, drove you and your luggage on his special snow bike up to the house. He was generous enough to stock the fridge with food, just as drinks and whatever your heart desired. You went inside it and looked around, the wood walls were looking comfy, and made you feel like you were in a Christmas movie. Everything was decorated beautifully, the living room had a fireplace with wood next to it, you couldn’t wait to enjoy a cup of hot chocolate next to Lando in front of the fireplace later. The bedroom had floor-to-ceiling windows all around the room, so wherever you looked, you could see mountains, and the bathroom was spacious and the shower was a rainshower, all in all, it was perfect.

Lando and you started with packing your clothes out of your suitcases into the closet, you hadn’t brought that much, after all, you were only staying for two nights, and mostly you wanted to go skiing. So warm clothes and your skiers it is. You two had a small lunch, cutting up some bread that was placed in one of the cupboards, even finding Nutella, and before you knew it, you were wrapped in thermo clothes and your snowsuit. Lando was holding his helmet under his arm and in his hand he held his ski goggles. The nearest ski slope was only ten minutes away, when Michael dropped you off, Lando and you couldn’t contain your excitement. The first few meters on the skiers were wonky and slow, both of you had to get used to standing on them again, but once you two sat on the ski lift, you were ready to go down the slope.

You and Lando had so much fun skiing down the hills, Lando even tried little jumps over a few rocks. After two hours of going down different slopes, it was time for a break, you two settled down in the restaurant cabin and ordered a hot drink, to warm up.

”Do you know how sexy you look in your snowsuit?“

You shushed Lando quickly, he was talking way too loud, ”Don’t speak too loudly, but have you seen yourself?“

Lando grinned and took your hand over the table, his glove-covered thumb stroked over the back of your hand. ”What do you wanna do later? We can fire up the fireplace?“

”I would love that, I also packed some of our baked cookies, we can eat those.“

”I love you so much Y/N, you know me better than anyone.“

After that confession you two went back to the slope, driving down the different tracks, enjoying the feeling of gliding over the white snow. Luckily for your snowsuits and helmets, no one recognized you, and you could fully enjoy the private time you two had. No cameras, no Instagram, no pressure of looking a certain way, nothing. When you were back in your cabin after an eventful day, Lando fired up the wood in the fireplace and you started to cook an easy meal, you couldn’t go, full gourmet, after all, Michael stocked it up with basic food items, but the pasta with sauce would still be delicious.

The snowsuits were hanging on the rack in front of the chimney, to dry faster. You couldn’t wait to relax with Lando, maybe read a book or watch some YouTube videos you couldn’t catch up together, or continue your series, a lot of things could be done, but most excitedly you could enjoy the time and cuddles with Lando. Due to his job, you hadn’t really the time to calm down and not do anything for a few days, but now you could, and you would.

Dinner was delicious, but now you were chilling on the couch in front of the fireplace with a MacBook perched up on the coffee table, with your current series playing and two mugs filled with hot beverages next to it. That was what you longed for, you in Lando’s arms. He laid on the couch, with you on top of him, his arms clung around you, stroking your lower back and ass, and your hands were resting in his hair, pulling slightly on his strands.

With every minute passing you two grew more tired, the flight and the skiing tired you out, you were ready to fall asleep on top of Lando, but he knew if you did that, both of you would have back problems the next day.

”Come on, love, let’s go upstairs, we can sleep in the bed.“

In your tired head, you only nodded and slowly scooted off of Lando, closed the lid of the MacBook, and made your way into the bedroom, you were happy you already took off your makeup earlier. You laid down next to Lando and he pulled you close to his front, breathing in your scent before both of you went into the dreamland.

The next morning started off slow, Michael brought fresh bread rolls to your door, and it was almost midday when you got out of bed and ate breakfast, but this weekend, you could do whatever you wanted, sleep as long as you wanted, or stay awake as long as you want.

”What do you wanna do later?“, Lando asked when he bit into his bread roll.

”I want to build a snowman, and maybe just chill in front of the fireplace, or skiing?“

”We can start with building a snowman, maybe then skiing? We’re not coming here often, we should ski as often as possible.“

You nodded and pushed the last piece of bread roll into your mouth. Together you cleaned up quickly and before you knew it, you were wrapped up in your snow suit again, ready to go outside and build a snowman.

Lando and you immediately got to work, rolling little snowballs in the snow that was lying on the ground, freshly snowed from the sky while you were still in bed this morning. The crunching of the snow moving underneath your shoes was music to your ears, you loved listening to that sound. With Lando’s ball being almost as tall as his hip, he stopped and put it in a spot where you could see it from the living room, your ball was a bit smaller, so Lando heaved yours on his. While Lando got to work on the head, you went looking for rocks, it wasn’t that easy because of the snow, but close to the house, you found some. You looked for ones that had the same size and quickly you found some, bringing them to Lando who was almost finished with rolling the ball around.

He placed the head on top of the body and you pressed the stones in his face, now he has eyes and a mouth. Lando went and grabbed a carrot from the fridge, digging a small hole with his pointer finger and pressing the carrot in there.

When the finished snowman was standing in front of you, you hugged Lando, squeezed him tightly, and kissed him.

”Look at him!“

”He‘s mint! Let’s call him Steven.“

”Steven?“

”Yeah, he looks like a Steven.“

You started laughing and Lando let out his high-pitched laughing sounds.

After going back inside, cuddling on the couch to warm up again, you decided to go skiing one more time, before your flight leaves tomorrow. Michael picked you two up and brought you to the slope, dropping you off.

It was already 3:00 pm, so you didn’t really have that much time left on the slope, but you made the most out of it. Gliding down the tracks with Lando by your side, it made you happy that you could see Lando enjoying himself, he was just Lando and didn’t need to be someone he wasn’t.

The last evening was spent, again, in front of the fireplace. The MacBook was playing a movie in front of you and snacks were placed next to it, Kinder cards, self-baked cookies, and other sweets you found in the cupboards.

”Thank you for taking me on this trip, Lan.“

”Always baby, you know I’d do anything for you.“

You looked at Steven and cuddled a bit tighter to his chest.

#lando norris #lando norris imagine #formula 1 #lando norris x you #lando norris x reader #lando norris fluff #lando norris x y/n #lando x reader #lando norris one shot #lando imagine #snow #skiing

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luveline · 8 months

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Jade Congrats !!!!! Just yesterday I was thinking about how much I miss vampire Eddie, can I request something w him and shy reader? Maybe when he's feeling like he's dangerous for reader and she has to reassure him that she trust him and adores him <3

tysm lovely! ♡ 1.2k

It physically pains you to call the same person multiple times. Each loop of the trill makes you antsy, eager to shove down the receiver and curl into a sorry, sad ball. You let it ring. When it goes to answer phone, you type in Eddie's number and call again.

It picks up. Breathless, a little surprised, you ask, "Eddie?"

"Hey, sweetheart."

He sounds defeated. You're not perfect with tone but the subtleties of his stick stark like a neon sign. Your boyfriend has bouts of depression that often manifest in a lethargic voice like this.

"Hi, Eddie. I was just calling to make sure you're home before I come over." Usually, you'd ask, but you don't want him to say no. It feels rude and weird and overbearing, but you know what he's thinking. Leaving your comfort zone for his sake isn't easy, and you do it anyway. "I made you something."

"Okay. I can't wait to see it… can't wait to see you. Sorry I didn't answer this morning, I was sleeping."

"That's fine. I'm just happy you're okay, I was worrying about you."

You pack his gift into a bag with a tupperware of cookies and a thermos of hot chocolate. Eddie's home is close to yours. Within ten minutes you're knocking on his door with wind-bitten cheeks, the September cold nipping your heels. Leaves from the trees in the surrounding woodlands dance crispy at your feet, orange and brown mulch that sticks to your treads.

Eddie unlocks the door to let you in. You see his hand first, deathly pale, black obsidian rings crowding his fingers where they curl around the door. For a second it's like he's going to turn you away, but he widens the gap and you squeeze inside.

He forgets whatever's wrong to touch your face. "Hey," he says, his hand slipping to cup under your jaw.

"Hi. You okay? You look pale."

"Am I usually more tan?" he asks, dropping his hand. "Fine. Blood sate in a few days. For now I'm eating rare steak and wishing I was dead."

He's kidding around, but you take his hand and squeeze his cold fingers.

"You're as cold as me," he says.

"It's nearly October outside. You'd know if you left the house."

He hums at your telling off, the two of you toe to toe just behind the front door. He sounds vaguely admonished and more curious, kneading your fingers in his with an unmissable amount of love. "Come on," he says, bringing your hand to his lips to kiss your knuckles, "you need a blanket."

You take off your shoes and coat, following Eddie through his living room, past the bathroom and into his bedroom. It's immaculately clean for once, but when you left the day before yesterday it was chaos. Something tells you he hasn't been sleeping as much as he claims.

"What have you been doing in here?" you ask, putting your backpack on the bed. Eddie moves behind you, taller, a sweetheart through and through as he gets his hands on your shoulders and digs his thumbs in lightly.

"I need to apologise to you," he says.

"That's a big word."

"I lied to you earlier, I wasn't sleeping, but I've been thinking… I needed to think."

Well, what he's saying is nerve-wracking, but his hands aren't telling the same story. He's doing it on purpose for sure. "You don't have to say sorry for wanting time to think. Uh–"

"Relax," he says. "Please. I just want to talk to you about something. Don't be nervous."

"I'm constantly nervous."

"I know." Eddie's hands pause at the space below your shoulder blades. It's strange not to be looking at him. He takes a deep breath. "Is that because of me?"

You take your thermos out of your bag and turn. His pupils are small as they tend to be before a blood sate, his lips chapped. He starts to look poorly when he's hungry. The cookies and hot drink should help.

"If it was because of you, how come I was like this before we met?" you ask gently, offering him the thermos.

"Do I make it worse?"

"Of course you don't." How do you describe it to him? He's handsome and sweet and he makes you feel like you're something special. He's smart. He's fucking funny. Nothing about his demeanour or who he is has ever made you nervous, you've only ever worried you wouldn't measure up.

It's hard to say out loud. Tentative, you put your hands on his waist. When he lifts his chin, you hug him close, strangely close to tears at the smell of him under your nose.

"Eds, why would you think that? Have I made you think that?" you murmur.

"You know what I am." He tosses your thermos on the bed to cover your shoulders.

"Yeah, I do."

"You wouldn't tell me if I scared you–"

You flinch backward. "You think you scare me?"

The starts of his eyebrows rise, his little box of wrinkles pinched, and his pupils slowly widening. When he speaks, it's with the practised cadence of a well-worn worry, "I'm not normal. You don't have to pretend that this is normal."

"It doesn't feel normal to me," you say, placing your hand on his chest, fingertips against his shirt but palm hovering a half inch above. "It just feels like love. I love you, and I trust you. Is that what's worrying you?"

"No," he says, winded. "I'm worried I'll hurt you. I know you trust me too much, you're," —he takes your face into big hands, kissing you very softly between words— "not the problem."

You hug again. Cheek to cheek, an arm slung over his shoulder protectively.

You miss your happy, weirdo boyfriend when he gets like this, but you understand why it happens. You don't resent him, don't mind, really, that he needs to be told these things. You'll be cheesy and soft as long as he needs it.

"You're not the problem, either. You're a really good guy with a big heart and a propensity for catastrophizing," you say, your voice tipping into a teasing ire that borders theatrical.

He laughs like he was supposed to and steps back. Face I'm his hands, you turn your cheek into his left palm and smile into his syrupy brown eyes.

"I haven't given you your gift."

"I love you," he says. Licking his lips, "What gift?"

You made him a coaster out of air dry clay, black and lacquered with a glaze that gleams like mother of pearl. He reads it and snorts, his top lip peeling back to expose the barest hint of a sharp tooth. "I heart my paranormal boyfriend," he reads, his voice gritty with humour. "Bit on the nose."

You get a kiss for your efforts, firmer than the one he'd given you minutes before. Eddie's gonna be just fine in a couple of days, but for now you'll stick close. You don't want him getting the wrong idea —he doesn't scare you even slightly.

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littlecrittereli · 4 months

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Silly WK headcanon

to my knowledge we never see Chris or Martin drinking coffee in WKs, despite the fact they are OFTEN awake at the crack of dawn. The closest we've come to that is seeing Martin drinking what is presumably hot chocolate (Considering he's putting marshmallows into it)

And I guess you could argue Chris is drinking coffee because his doesn't have marshmallows, but I'd like to think its either tea or he just prefers his hot chocolate without marshmallows. CONSIDER: Martin has ADHD, so caffeine doesn't do anything for him, in fact it makes him tired. Something sugary like hot chocolate is a much more desirable morning drink. Sugar boosts dopamine and people with ADHD are constantly seeking out dopamine hits because their brain does not produce regulated amounts of it.

Chris has Anxiety (as seen on numerous occasions) and caffeine only heightens his anxiety. Something like tea would be a much better choice as to not start off his day already jittery.

This scene from little howler takes place in the morning, after they had been spooked from a cougar attack. Chris is trembling as he takes a sip from his thermos, something that is typically used to hold warm beverages like coffee. But we can see from the droplets spilling out, that it's just water. This man is already shaking like a chihuahua, he is NOT allowed to have coffee.

Anyways Martin is a hot chocolate drinker and Chris is a tea drinker, coffee is not allowed near them. Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

#wild kratts #chris kratt #martin kratt #Martin has ADHD #Chris is probably on the spectrum idk #They both got some form of neurodivergency going on in there #I have adhd and an anxiety disorder btw so can confirm coffee would actually kill them both #WK headcanon #Wild Kratts Headcanon

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spicywhenspeaking · 5 months

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heaters out: noah x reader

Just some fluff about you and Noah dealing with a little power outage during your weekend away.

🥶🌬️⛄️❄️🩵

“Its freezing, Noah can you check make sure the heater is on please?” you ask from the bundle of blankets you’re buried under on the bed. Noah surprised you by whisking you away for the weekend to a secluded bed and breakfast in th mountains.

“Oh shit.” You hear noah mumble from the other side of the room. “Umm, I think the power is out. Let me run down to the front desk and ask really quick.” He runs over to where you’re huddled and gives the top of your head a kiss before quickly exiting.

You get out of bed to add more layers on, one of Noahs hoodies he brought back from tour and a second pair of fuzzy socks you packed. Hoping back under your mountain of covers you wait for Noah to get back. Several minuets pass and Noah returns with a bundle of fire wood, more blankets and a thermos of something.

“Well a few things.” He begins. “The power is out and we are snowed in for at least the next day or two until the snow plows can get up to clear the roads. Good news is I have firewood, more blankets and hot chocolate.” He throws the blankets onto the already comically large lump on the bed and sets to building a fire in the fire place. Thats the great thing about staying in cute bnb’s like this. Each room has a beautiful fire place but unfortunatly the electrical work is old and apparently prone to outages when the snowfall is heavy.

Crawling out of the cave of blankets, you move to sit on the small loveseat next to Noah as he pours two mugs full of steaming hot chocolate. “There is also a huge collection of games down in the library if you want me to beat you at monopoly again.” Noah jokes and you knock into his shoulder “hey! You totally skimmed from the bank last time.”

The two of you laugh as you warm up by the fire and drink the delicious chocolaty beverage that heats you from the inside out. “This is the best hot chocolate i’ve ever had.” You groan as you finish the last sip. Noah grabs a blanket off the the bed and you cuddle closer together, watching the fire shift in orange and reds and hear the wood crack and splinter. “They said they’d bring some more wood when it’s closer to dinner time so we should stay plenty warm tonight.” Noah tells you. We spend most of the day cuddled and reading by the fire.

Before dinner, which is soup the owner of the air bnb cooked over the fireplace in the main room. We played a game of monopoly like Noah suggested and he beats you. “How!? How are you so good at this game? You- you capitalist!” You joke and he holds his hand to his chest, gripping his heart. “Capitalist? I resent that, I’m just a master strategist.” You roll your eyes and laugh “okay, okay, but next time I get to pick the game.” He holds out his hand to shake and says “you got a deal.”

“Perfect. Strip poker it is.” His eyes widen and then he gets knowing look in his eyes. “You’re just trying to get me naked arent you? Last poker night you nearly got Jolly to bet the keys to his new car.” You both laugh because you’ve always won when you played poker. “What can I say, I guess I’m just lucky.” He leans over the small table you were playing at and kisses you softly. “I think I’m the lucky one.”

After eating you decide to both bundle up and go on a walk in the snow.

“Wow, it's so beautiful. I haven’t seen snow like this since I was a kid” you pick up some of the snow in your hands and ball it up tight. Noah is looking out onto the snow covered field so he doesn’t see you when you wind up to lob a snowball right into his left shoulder.

“oh! It’s on now!” He exclaims as he rushes to make his own snowball to throw in retaliation. The two of you spend the next 20 minutes until the sun has begun to set, throwing snowballs at each other until you start to feel the cold sneaking into your coats.

“Okay, time to go in and warm up” Noah says as he wraps his arms around your shoulder and ushers you back inside the bnb.

Heading back up to the room you get inside and quickly remove the first layer of our snow covered clothes. Hanging them to dry on the coat rack while Noah goes to start up the fire again.

In your warmest pajamas you sit cuddled on the love seat in front of the fireplace as Noah opens the bottle of wine the owner gave him after dinner and pours you each a glass. “This, along with the fire should warm us up pretty fast.” I comment as I take a sip of the silky red liquid. “I can think of a few other ways we could warm up.” Noah says in a sultry voice as he leans to place a soft kiss to my neck.

#noah sebastian #noahsebastian #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian fanfiction #Noah Sebastian fanfic #noah sebastian fluff #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian rpf #rpf fanfiction #rpf fic #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens fic #bad omens fanfic #bad omens rpf #bad omens fluff #my fic #author : spicywhenspeaking

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codename-adler · 5 months

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first snowstorm of the winter here in Montréal, Canada so…

Foxes vs. the great white shitstorm

Kevin: PTSD from the-skiing-accident-that-never-was bc that’s how far his trauma goes BUT will brave the snow if accompanied bc Exy is an interior sport thank u mom for that one. chances are he also probably bunkered down at the Foxhole court beforehand so he wouldn’t have to witness a single snowflake nor be separated from his one true love. bunker supplies include a shit ton of OJ bc the man is fighting away the flus and the colds like it’s The Plague Part II: 1347.

Matt: has to be stopped by Dan, once again, from buying a snow plow to fix in front of his truck. like every place where winter = snow, the PSU campus is severely unprepared for the onslaught, it’s like they’ve never seen this shit before and if I could just help out the community that way it would be a win-win for everybody Dan don’t you get it? it’s still a no, so Matt proceeds with unleashing his energy outside, alone, grumbling and building snowmen (and snowphalluses once Nicky joins in)

Nicky: DECKS THE HALLS EVERY-FUCKING-WHERE, FA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA. it’s tradition for him to wait until the first snowfall before decorating for Christmas, as a compromise (if it truly were up to him, 1st of November would be Christmas Tree Day, but he made a deal with the twins who, despite despising their birthday, would absolutely not have Jingle Bells and and holly on November 4th). the thing with Nicky is, he exhausts himself very, very fast and loses focus/productivity in the blink of an eye, so all you see is a path of garlands and pine needles leading to a zoned out Nicky munching on frootloops in a beanbag. the Foxes will have to finish what he started.

Allison: during daytime? fab as ever, hyped to get out her winter outfits and order another 3k of winter gear, boots, scarves, gloves etc. for herself. then she shops some more for the Foxes, some genuine bougie shit, some wtf shit to make fun of this season's chosen victims (see: Kevin always, a little bit Neil to chase away the nightmare of the past year, and this year's winners: Dan and Aaron). but once nighttime hits? it's war time. it's UGLY time. thermo one-piece suit, the old 3XL PSU Foxes men's sweatshirt Seth bought himself in his first year, tight braid shoved under a tight camo sports balaclava, spy goggles slapped on her naked-bar-fake-lashes face, heavy duty boots, and snowballs. yes, snowballs. starting this year, she's initiating the Yearly Foxes Snowball War. she's got her Santa bag ready and full of compact snowballs as she goes down the hall, breaking and entering every Fox dorm and obliterating them unprovoked. queen behavior. conquering among the squeals of Matt Aaron Kevin the vanquished!

Renee: hater mode activated. it's only for the first snow, it's only for one day, but it's brutal. her smile is tight, her socks are fucking wet by noon and she's had it. the little gremlin dives under a pile yay-high of blankets, destroying one or two of her advent calendars and eating 25-50 pieces of chocolate to sate her ire. she's the only one safe from Allison's assault, she's only asked if she'd like to join in the snowball fight instead, which is a hard no from Renee. next year, though, Allison's provided her with the same tech-gear and she's ready to unleash her anger on her unsuspecting teammates. but only after the chocolates.

Dan: nope. nope nope nope. she's so cold. so cold. she's craving warmth wherever she can, making the Foxes jump when she shoves her iced hands or feet into them. she's bundled up in layers upon layers of clothes. she's drinking coffee and tea by the gallon. she's scrambling for every lip balm she can get her hands on. she's making soup, and soup, and more soup. spicy ramen, three beans, lipton, chicken cream, veggie mix. she's got 2 thermos at all times, one hot drink, one hot soup. soup mama.

Aaron: first victim of cold season. if there's a snowflake, Aaron's got snot. no amount of ginger shots, garlic nostrils, citrus slices or soup can prevent the inevitable. man down by sunset, congested af, broody and pitiful. everybody makes fun of him, most of all Neil. look at the hot shot doctor bested by a lil cough-cough. the one year he didn't get sick so early, he had to get the new flu shot bc he's premed. needless to say, man down again.

Neil: ultimate x-games galore, here he comes! for the first time in his life, he's allowed to indulge, and try out every winter sport under the sun. Exy's still his wife, but man is snowboard up there with snowshoes-running and ice-skating and sledding. he's monstrously good at hockey, to Kevin's great disappointment. he thinks he'd have quite liked being a hockey player hadn't it been for Exy. and the mafia. anyways, he's unstoppable, he's exhausting, he's everything. he's Barbie.

Andrew: tiny emo beef man is fucking-A-ready. winter tires ON, tire chains ON, windshield cover ON, broom and shovels ACQUIRED, hot chocolate cupboard FULL, cleated boots SHARPENED, hotshots warmers STACKED. and then he just- doesn't move. not one iota. absolute pillow princess without any fucking involved. that man is not getting out there, despite the Foxes' wailings of needing a ride, needing groceries, needing a hand. he is ready, doesn't mean he's involved. c'mon, the dude's got multiple plans for a zombie apocalypse, you think a little snow's gonna stop him? yes, actually.

and that's all folks... for now. fuck /yeah/ snow!

#*plucking a flowers petals* i love snow i hate snow i love snow i hate snow #aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #neil josten #andrew minyard #kevin day #aaron minyard #nicky hemmick #matt boyd #dan wilds #renee walker #allison reynolds

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angel-gone-south · 7 months

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IM SO SORRY BUT I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS T_T

but ftm reader on his period with Scott malkinson because he doesn't get enough love even those he's one of the best

🖌 anon

Side Characters x FTM!Reader on his period!

Period talk, transphobia, violence. Trying something new with this one.

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Scott Malkinson

Scott, worried at your absence from school, knocked on your door at about 3:30 pm. When your [guardian] opened it, he explained his concerns. Your [guardian] called to you, and you trudged out of your room in shorts and a baggy hoodie. You looked miserable- messy, greasy hair and tear-stained cheeks. Scott was quick to run to you, wiping any fresh tears and asking you what was wrong. You shyly explained, well, you’d been on your period over the weekend, and today was just too much for you. Briefly confused, it quickly dissolved from his mind as he ushered you back into bed and ran to his house to grab some supplies. You needn’t worry- he’d take great care of you!

Pip Pirrup

Pip noticed you over the past two days- doubling over in pain, frequent trips to the wrong bathroom, et cetera. Well, on the third day of your pain, he seemed to have figured out what was wrong with you. He had an older sister after all, he wasn’t quite that dense. He waited cheerily for you to arrive, having left home with a thermos of [coffee/cocoa/tea], homemade lunch of comfort foods and things you’d mentioned craving, period products, as well as a gift of a small, battery-operated heating blanket. It was all he could afford, but when you opened the bag and started bawling, he thought he had done something awfully wrong. When you slung your arms ‘round him and sung his praises, however, it was his turn to cry. He adored making people happy.

Damien Thorn

He noticed that occasionally, you’d match his snappy, bitchy behavior. One day he asked you about it, and you snipped at him. So, he went to ask his only other friend. Pip explained that, well, it’s something very private, but your body is going through some aches and pains during some weeks. From then on, when he noticed you’d snap right back, Damien would shut his trap. He brought you small things- dark chocolates, sometimes small crocheted stuffies his stepfather Chris made, and even drinks. But the best thing, your favorite thing he would do, was when it was a particularly painful cramp day. He would sit, and pull you into his lap. Being a demon from hell, not only was he warm, but he purred too. It was the best for your cramps, and even though he was mortified to be being kind, well, he would make an exception for just you.

Gregory (of Yardale)

He’s a smartass, that much is true, but he steers clear of upsetting you when you’re particularly sensitive like that. He didn’t question it until you showed up to class doubled over and nearly sobbing. He ignored the teacher’s protests, and Cartman’s shouts of you being a “sissy girl,” and brought you to the quiet nurse’s office. He made sure that you got aspirin before trodding off to the vending machine in the hall to grab you a snack and a candy. He stayed with you until you were retrieved by your [guardian], reheating your hot water pouch every time it would get uncomfortably cold. He even carried you to the car, bridal style, shooting a cool retort back at any kid who dared insult you or your unfortunate situation. Gregory fist faught Cartman after school that day, and he was your hero for the rest of the year.

Christophe “The Mole” DeLorne

Now, Christophe isn’t normally one to care, given that God has forsaken all of us pathetically over-intelligent apes on a dying rock hurtling through space. But when you knocked on his door sobbing and babbling about how you were cramping, and how some of the older boys at school had outed you when they found a [tampon/pad] wrapper in the bathroom trash, he was furious. He rushed you up to his room, despite his mother’s protests, and tucked you in with a heated blanket. He cracked the window for fresh air and set a water bottle next to the bed so you could hydrate, and marched right out to the local skatepark to confront your bullies. He came home an hour later, bruised but triumphant. You helped clean him up, telling how he was an idiot. But he couldn’t stop smiling, and neither could you. You ended up staying the night.

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cabinofimagines · 5 months

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Cocoa Chronicles

I'm always happy to get a request from the Kane Chronicles or Magnus Chase so of course I would write this one! I hope y'all enjoy :) Pairing: Carter Kane x gn!reader (platonic) Request: Carter with a reader who always has a cup of hot cocoa in hand, no matter the situation nor season? This is my first time requesting to you guys specifically 😅 Also your fics are amazing! Word count: 0.8k Warnings: none! I dunno, reader drinks diary- -Asnyox

Ever since last summer, Carter had a new found suspicion of you. He knew you liked hot cocoa - the winter prior had consisted of so many cups of hot chocolate that Carter was almost considering staging an intervention for you. Almost. However, last summer he went on a quest with you, in the middle of the desert, and during your lunch break you took out a thermos from your bag, filled with hot cocoa. You offered him a cup, but he kindly refused and offered you a cooler beverage (you know, water) instead. Yet - later that day you encountered a bunch of monsters, and instead of having to fight them, you fed them your cocoa and they relented.

Ever since then, he had been paying closer attention to your cocoa habits. Indeed, you had hot chocolate on you at all times. At another point, a few weeks after the last quest, the two of you were stumped on a puzzle. As you do, you had gotten out your hot chocolate and you accidentally spilled some on the floor.

That led to a clue, as the beverage sank into some slits in the floor, revealing hieroglyphs. Carter, who seconds before would have scolded you for not being careful, instead appraised your hot cocoa. Carter considered whether your cocoa, or maybe even thermos, was magical, but maybe the inherent comfort of a hot cup of a beverage might just be magical enough.

And he was thankful for your seemingly endless stash of hot chocolate when both of you got caught up in a snowstorm. Luckily, this time you weren’t on a quest, just simply locked in Brooklyn House, with everyone a little miffed that they couldn’t go outside. You quickly jumped to the occasion, and started asking everyone if they wanted a hot chocolate. Carter offered to help you prepare - maybe he wanted to see whether you would simply pour all the cups out of your usual thermos. Sadly, you had put a pan on the stove, and grabbed different chocolates out of the cabinet. So, instead he decided to simply ask.

“What’s the deal with you and hot chocolate?” “You want my recipe?” you asked, fully prepared to explain all the steps. “Uh- yeah that too but,” Carter hesitated, “You’re always drinking hot cocoa, like this summer you had it on you too!” “Well what do I say,” you smiled, “I just love the taste that it has! Plus hot chocolate always gives me comfort.” Carter nodded in understanding. “So no magical thermos?” He asked, “It’s just your favorite drink?” You laughed. “Why would my thermos be magical?” you shook your head, “It truly is just my favorite drink, Carter.” you pondered for a moment, as you stirred the milk, “But if you do find a magical thermos, give it to me?” as you looked at him, Carter nodded. You smiled as you went back to explaining your recipe to Carter.

A little while later, the entirety of Brooklyn House was sitting together in front of the television, with a random movie on the screen.

A while later, you simply weren’t having a good day. Got bad news, had too many things to do, bad nights sleep and the Brooklyn House was out of ingredients for chocolate milk. You really weren’t feeling it anymore, and decided to just lock yourself in your room. You were scrolling on your phone, when there was a knock on your door.

“(Y/n)?” the voice of Carter came from the other side, “Can I come in?” You sighed as you stood up, and opened the door for him. He smiled at you. “Do you have a moment? I would like to show you something.” He held out his hand, and you reluctantly grabbed it, as you then followed him.

He led you to the roof of Brooklyn house, where there were a bunch of pillows on the floor, and most importantly, two big, steaming cups of hot cocoa.

“I thought we were out of ingredients,” was the first comment you made as you laid your eyes on the cups. “We were, but I figured I would get you some,” Carter shrugged, “Sadie mentioned you were looking rough today. This isn’t much, but I hope it helps.”

As you sat down, with Carter next to you, the last sunbeams of the evening warming you, you felt a little weight lift from your shoulders.

“It does, Carter, thank you.” you sipped your hot chocolate, “You should’ve used more chocolate though, but it’s a good attempt.” “I tried my best,” Carter grumbled and you laughed. “You’re a good friend,” you smiled, “Not yet a master hot drink maker though, but a good friend.”

#request #requests #kane chronicles #x reader #reader insert #carter kane x reader #platonic #imagine #one shot #kane chronicles x reader #knc #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #cabinofimagines #fluff #admin asnyox #admin asja

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elyon-rose-hydra · 2 months

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Danny Phantom Prompt

Dan is let out of the Thermos on good behavior (he still has his moments of anger and murder). When he finally gets the courage he finally accepts the little shit's offer to stay at their home.

The last time Dan (or Dante as he likes to be called) was before the explosion at the Nasty Burger (he had Vlad get all of his things when he moved in).

Now here he is trying to to get too emotional because everything is the same as it was the last time he was here but at the same time not because this Danny got to continue to grow up in the house, so now there was more pictures on the wall.

When Maddie learned about Dan's existence she was shocked and sadded about what happend to them and to him. Her baby boy has been suffering to the point of snapping after absorbing Plasmius.

So when he walked into the door she let him look around and get familiar with the space while she took a good look at her baby. He has Jack's height, his eyes have changed into a darker blue and despite how cold they are she still sees the bright eye happy space loving and drink sharing boy she loves so much, his clothes that he chose to wear is closer to Sam's goth style, his hair is like Vlad's, and he has facial hair, which reminds Maddie of the time Jack grew facial hair when they were in college because he was too absorbed in a project for one of his classes.

When Dan looks at her she knows that she doesn't see her but the Maddie that he used to know by the sadden far away look he is giving her.

Maddie slowly walked up to him and gave him the biggest hug that she would give to her kids were sad and asked him if she wanted some hot chocolate. Besides fudge she does make the best hot chocolate.

All the while Dante is trying not to break down right then and there and nods his head before buring it into his mom's shoulder not wanting to let go just incase he wakes up still trapped in the Thermos or worse back in his wasteland time line.

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When Maddie finds out how Danielle came about she sure doesn't steal back the creep stick from Jazz and she sure doesn't go Vlad hunting.

#danny phantom prompt #dan phantom #maddie fenton #she just wants to wrap dan in a blanket of love that he missed #dan accepts it because it's him mom #watch out vlad maddie is after you and not in the way you want

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justsomeclintasha · 9 months

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Clint finds her on the roof, snow flurries dusting bright red hair. It’s where they go when being inside is claustrophobic, when the thoughts are too big, when the pain is too much.

“Mind if I join you?” She shrugs, and he sits down on the ledge, feet swinging next to hers. “I brought you some hot chocolate. Steve is worried that you missed dinner.”

“Not hungry,” she murmurs, but accepts the thermos pressed into her hands. Cold fingers wrap around it. She doesn’t drink.

He’s content to sit with her and wait it out. It’s the unspoken rule. They don’t ask, and if they don’t want to talk, they don’t.

“Did you know I had a sister?” Her voice is soft, almost lost in the wind, and he has to scoot closer to hear.

“No,” he tells her honestly.

“Her name was Yelena.”

“Is she-“

“I don’t know.” She pauses and takes a deep breath, then another. “Her birthday would be today. She was younger than me.”

“What was she like?”

“Crazy.” The word comes out quickly, and she laughs, a puff of cold air visible at her lips. “Happy. So.. adventurous. She wanted to know everything, she.. she just…”

“I had a brother,” he says gently. “He’s gone now. He did a lot of bad things. I can’t say he was a good person. When we first joined the circus he ate so much cotton candy one night, he threw up for hours. God, I’ll never eat that shit now.”

“What happened to him?” She moves closer, head resting on his shoulder, and he slides an arm around her waist.

“He uh.. got into some shady stuff with the carnies. Stealing, lying, and eventually they got sick of it and killed him. I told him, I told him to-“ He shakes his head, wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his sweatshirt. “Doesn’t matter. The past is in the past, right?”

“Yeah.” She blinks, letting a few stray tears run down her cheeks. “I still miss her,” she whispers.

“I miss him, too.” He turns, pressing a kiss to the top of her hair. “Come on. It’s freezing. We should go back inside before Steve comes outside and drags us in.”

She shivers as they stand, and he grabs her hand in his, squeezing tightly as they walk back towards the door.

“Thanks for the hot chocolate.”

“Anytime, Nat.”

#clintasha #clint barton x natasha romanoff #clintasha fanfic #yelena boleva #steve rogers

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puppy-coded · 1 year

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3: Snowman Building Competition{P.M.}

✰ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: google translated russian

✰ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: pietro maximoff x gn!reader

✰ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: .6k words

✰ 𝐀/𝐍: Пчелка -> Pchelka[kinda pronounced like "cholka"] -> little bee(let me have this, it's cute. also, i trust google translate for small stuff like this, come at me /j)

Pietro missed Sokovia. Yeah, sure, he had bad memories there with Hydra an all but he really just missed the snow and the cold. It didn't snow in New York like it did back home.

Until now.

The stuff was coming down from the sky by the bucketful it seemed like. Pietro watched it like a little kid, literally vibrating with excitement.

You walked yourself into the freezing cold and forced yourself to have a good time for your boyfriend.

It's cold as balls but you got this. Probably.

"What is wrong Пчелка?" Pietro asked, coming out and zipping up his light jacket.

"Freezin' m' balls off." You told him, trying to sink deeper into your heavy winter coat.

Pietro chuckled at your grumpiness and pulled you into his side. "Can you hear what Wanda and I used to do as small children?" Pietro asked. He just wanted to make sure he was allowed to tell the story.

You smiled up at your boyfriend and nodded. "You're always allowed to tell me stories Speedy."

Pietro smiled and got noticeably more excited, which you had no idea was possible. "Okay so. She and me would go and build these little men of snow. We would see who was best always. It was fun."

Your head snapped up at the story. "We should totally call Wanda and have a snowman building competition. It'll be fun!" You said happily.

Pietro nodded. "Yes. Fun. Wanda always lost anyway." He smiled. "Come. Let us go in."

You zoomed into the tower almost as fast as Pietro could. It felt nice to be in the warmth of the tower again. You never wanted to leave.

Pietro, however, called for his sister. He spoke to her in Russian and you couldn't really tell what they were saying, you still had to make time to learn the language, but you could only assume they went to go build snowmen when they went outside. They ran together with large smiles on their faces, clearly excited abut whatever they were talking about.

You decided, as the supportive girlfriend, to stay inside and drink hot chocolate. Maybe shower while they built their snowmen.

You didn't, but you thought about it.

Instead you made a lot of hot chocolate for yourself on the stove so it would be extra hot(no, it really just feels fancier to make hot chocolate on the stove instead) and put your newly made drink into a thermos. You put your layers back on and went outside to watch the twins build their snowmen.

They turned into a "who has better powers" contest but it was still entertaining.

They were done after about thirty minutes and they both stood next to their snowmen proudly.

Pietro's snowman had dirt, rocks, and grass in it but he was cute when he was proud of himself. You wouldn't let him have it.

Wanda's looked like a movie prop. It was almost perfect, even the sticks she used were perfect for the arms.

"Who wins?" Wanda asked, a little impatiently. "I want to know."

You took a long, pretentious slurp from your thermos while you nodded your head in mock-thought. "Wanda wins." You responded after a few seconds.

Wanda jumped up and down excitedly, clearly taunting her brother in Russian. Pietro put a hand to his chest and acted wounded.

"Пчелка how could you?" He asked dramatically.

You shrugged. "Hers is better."

"I wins!" Wanda said happily.

"I'll get you next time," Pietro responded.

Yeah. That turned into bickering. Which turned into wrestling. Which turned into the twins both catching colds.

Wanda won, being the least whiney when she's sick too.

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✰ 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @sw34terw34ther @thine-local-simpeth-again @tigergirllolipop @lgwifey @cremexcoffee @magic-is-beauty @rhydianissuperior

#➴➵➶➴athena writes➶➴➵➶#pietro maximov #pietro maximoff #-ˏˋ♥̩͙♥̩̩̥͙♥̩̥̩ ⑅pietro maximoff⑅ ♥̩̥̩♥̩̩̥͙♥̩͙ˊˎ-#pietro maximoff x reader #pietro maximoff x you #pietro maximoff x y/n #pietro x reader #pietro x you #pietro x y/n #pietro #pietro maximoff blurb #pietro maximov blurb

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justafandomgvrl · 5 months

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The Park

Santiago Garcia x Reader

Word count - 450ish

Fluffy fluff (CW- implications of depression symptoms but nothing intense, just issues going outside)

You think you picked a bad day to go to the park from the second you arrive. There are families everywhere, despite the cold weather. You sigh, clinging to Santiago’s hand in an attempt to keep at least your hand warm. He chuckles and takes his scarf, wrapping it around your neck and you breathe a little easier. He leads you to a quieter spot, sitting down on a bench with you and pulling your thermos’ out of his bag. You sigh, leaning on his shoulder.

“Thank you for getting me out of the house,” you mumble, guilt tinging your voice. He wraps his arm around you, his fingers squeezing your arm gently.

“You don’t have to thank me, hermosa. I’d do anything for you, you know that. And everyone struggles now and then.” You huff and he chuckles. “Sorry, sorry, didn’t mean to be cliche.” You shake your head, leaning closer to him as you sip the cinnamon hot chocolate in your thermos. “I still don’t know how you drink that stuff.”

“I converted the Millers and Frankie, I’ll convert you too.” You grumble and he laughs. You both sit bolt upright as you hear a cry and you turn your head to see a small girl, probably four or five years old. “Hey honey, are you okay?” You ask, instantly jumping up and she runs to you and wraps herself around your legs. “You lost your parents?” She nods shyly and you smile sympathetically. You hoist her up onto your hip to carry her as you walk in the direction she had come from. Santiago can’t stop staring, thoughts of you as a parent filling his head again as he catches up to you. You wander through the park, holding the child close to your body and your thermos in your other hand. Santiago keeps an eye out for any parents who look frantic and eventually the little girl points to a pair of women who are looking around.

“Mama! Mama!” She cries and you walk towards the women. They both seem to crumple in relief and the taller one takes the girl from you.

“Thank you so much for finding her! We were so worried, she’s never disappeared before.”

“It’s no problem. She seems very sweet.” You smile at the mothers as they fuss over the little girl and Santiago takes your hand, leading you away. “Are you okay?”

“I want to have a baby with you.” He says and your jaw drops.

“Are you sure?” You whisper and he nods, leaning in to kiss you.

“I never thought I would get to have kids and I can’t picture raising them with anyone but you.” You smile at him and nod.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yes, okay! Let’s do it!”

#mj’s christmas list #triple frontier #santiago pope garcia x you #santiago garcia x you #santiago pope garcia x reader #santiago garcia x reader #santiago garcia #santiago pope garcia #drabble #oscar isaac #oscar isaac characters

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kouyuzu · 6 months

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FIRE ESCAPE

* Sakusa x reader [content: fluff, pining] * 1236 words * Late Halloween upload!

October is too cold and not cold enough. Two sweaters is ridiculous to be wearing during the day, especially in his apartment but according to his extremely frugal roommates, it’s not cold enough to turn on the heat yet. The last night of October is definitely too cold to be wearing only a silk button down shirt and a suit jacket. The reason Sakusa is dressed like this— you asked him to match halloween costumes for the stupid party his roommates are throwing. He’s waiting at his window which has been cracked open a fraction because his roommates turned on the heat, but now it’s blasting and his room is overheating.

Unfortunately for him, his view of the back of the house is obscured by a rusted metal fire escape. He can’t see the sidewalk which is lit by only a single street light at the far corner of the block, so he sits on his bed with his bedroom door locked as the speakers thrum through the rest of the apartment and voices begin to fill the living room. After about ten more minutes of waiting his phone vibrates with a message, your name and text tone chiming to notify him that you’re outside of his room.

Sakusa has never invited you into his room before, although you’ve been in the apartment a few times. He’s had one of his teammates from his volleyball team in his room once, but that’s it for guests. His face heats up and he pulls his tie away from his neck to give himself some breathing room as you turn to him.

“You have a fire escape?” you ask him, bright red lips pulled into a smile.

Sakusa nods and tears his gaze away from how perfect an angel costume is for you, the neon yellow glow-stick atop your hair clashing with his overhead light.

“Can we sit on it?” you ask him.

Sakusa doesn’t mean to flinch at the question, and shoots you a questioning look that probably conveys too much disgust. “Why?”

“It’s cool!” You haven’t waited for him to answer you, and pushed open his window. “You even took the screen out— it’s perfect. Just grab a blanket and we can sit out here.”

Sakusa does not want to sit on rusted metal bars, suspended five meters from the ground, but you look so hopeful and there’s little he’d do to deny you.

Following your instructions, he joins you with a throw blanket from the foot of his bed. After draping it over both of you so that you’re covered, but not too close, he glances over at you. You’re holding a thermos and have finally opened it, a small stream of white steam wafting up from the lip of the container.

“What is that?” Sakusa asks.

“Hot chocolate! Since it’s so cold tonight, I thought it would be nice to have something warm to drink that wasn’t alcohol. Especially since we have our 8am Chem analysis tomorrow morning.”

Sakusa groans, “don’t remind me.”

You hum and lean your head closer to him as you inhale the chocolate scent. “I would offer you a sip but…” You tilt your head up to catch his grimace. “Yup, figured.”

“No… offense,” Sakusa says weakly.

“None taken,” you respond, giving him a smile. “More for me.” You gently nudge his arm, and Sakusa moves it so that he’s holding his arm in front of him.

“N-nice costume,” Sakusa says.

You turn to him and reach a hand between you to fix the devil horns on his head. “I like your suit. You look very handsome, Mr. Devil.”

“You look good too,” Sakusa compliments you back, maybe a little too quickly.

He cracks a small smile as you smile into the thermos and manage to take a small sip. He’s starting to miss the blasting heat from inside of the apartment, but at the same time you’re out here, and sitting next to you isn’t something that he gets to do a lot. Besides, he’s got his suit jacket. And even though it is chilly, it beats the noise that’s emanating through the thin walls. Here the noise is much more muffled.

“Your roommate tried to hit on me,” your voice breaks into his search.

“Ew,” Sakusa says immediately. “He’s such a sleaze.” Sakusa is not fond of being able to hear noise through the thin walls, and he's so thankful that he got the single because those noises would be much more frequent otherwise. For good measure, he stays away from the couch, though.

“He wasn’t being sleazy,” you say softly. “He was… actually kind of funny about it. He asked if my clothes were ‘made in heaven’ and tried to check the tag.”

“That’s so laaaame,” Sakusa groans. “That shit works on you?”

You pout and look away from him. “No.”

Yes. A corny pick up line worked on you.

“I won’t sleep with your roommates,” you say. “I promised I wouldn’t.”

Sakusa scoffs lightly, but being as close to in his arms as he’s ever let anyone sit with him, you catch it. There's nothing to say though, because you've been honest with Sakusa the whole time.

“I won't!” you exclaim. “Seriously.”

“I know,” Sakusa answers. “But what you do is your business.”

Sakusa likes how witty you are, how pretty your smile is, the way you sit in class to take notes, and how actively you participate in class discussion (yes, even 8am chem analysis). He's so horrendously down-bad for you that he gets a little jealous when you laugh at his roommates dumb pick-up lines— something he'd never attempt but is currently wishing he'd made.

You begin a convoluted explanation about why you think it’s better to keep feelings separate from sex. Sakusa doesn’t mind listening, but he’s heard it all before and it still makes him feel a little bad for the others. What's better though, friendzoning himself, or getting one (purely physical) chance and that's it?

“...And that’s why I only find people that I meet at parties, so I don’t have to worry about walking into Chem 241 and seeing them the next day.”

Sakusa smiles because that’s the class you met him in. Your head turns to catch his gaze on you, and you smile back at him, your cheeks and nose flushed red from the cool air.

Sakusa swallows, hoping you don’t notice the bob in his Adam's apple because your smile shouldn't look so… enticing. Enticing enough that his stomach flutters as his eyes take in your pretty lips and the small stream of white air clear in the deep blue of midnight. He can't remember the last time, if there even was one, that he wanted to kiss someone. But why did it have to be you?

“Kiyo-kun?” you ask him. “Did you hear me? Are you cold?”

“Hmm? No, why?” he says.

“We’ve been out here for almost an hour, and you look kind of pale.”

“I always look pale,” Sakusa says. Of course he’s cold. He’s wearing a silk button up shirt, a suit jacket, and sharing a thin throw blanket suspended 5 meters up on rusted metal bars— he’s been cold for probably 50 minutes. But he’s been sitting with you.

And now that you’ve scooted just a fraction closer—close enough that he can feel your arm pressing against his, he’s just that much warmer.

#sakusa kiyoomi #HQ Sakusa #sakusa #sakusa pining #angst? Fluff? Tbh idk #x reader #sakusa x reader #gn!reader #roommates are NOT from MSBY #kou.yuzu #happy halloween

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December Prompts Day 3: Hot Chocolate

GN! Teacher’s Pet and Brothel Worker! Reader (you/your); GN! Leighton (they/them); FLUFF; kissing 💜@inkyquince💜 on their lil head, right betwixt their eepy lil ears

Words: 365

The halls were nearly empty at this time. You couldn’t blame the others, you would probably avoid the school building like the plague too, if it wasn’t the ticket you were banking on to get out of this hell hole of a town.

Top grades for a scholarship. It didn’t matter as much if the University was a good one or not, just as long as it was as far away as you possibly could. Though, there was an appeal in getting into one of those prestigious big name schools when you yourself was a no name orphan having to scrape tooth and nail to get by.

Or, that’s what you always wanted. What you still wanted, most of the time.

Knocking softly on the door, you almost don’t want an answer. It’d be so much easier if there wasn’t an answer.

“Come in.”

The smile is involuntary, something you can’t fight off as you open the door.

Leighton glances up from the mess of paperwork spread across their desk, a few strands of their salt and pepper hair fall into their eyes, as if messed from hands running through it.

Soft hair under your hands, smiling mouth at your neck. Lips and teeth and tongue. Laughing words as the hands on your hips guided you forward. Promises. Sweet and beautiful promises-

Leighton clears their throat, a knowing look in their eye as you’re pulled from your thoughts, face flushing.

“I, uh, brought you something.” You scurry forward, setting the thermos full of homemade hot chocolate on the desk, careful of the papers. “I know you said you don’t take gifts from students but, b-but…” You falter, face burning even more. What were you even gonna say? ‘But it’s me? Your favorite student? The one you meet every Friday night? The one who volunteers to help in the school office? Who you’ve caught glancing at your crotch? At the sliver of skin that peeks from the open buttons of your shirt?’

You turn, hurrying away before you can make more of a fool of yourself.

You don’t see the headteacher uncap the thermos, taking a long drink with their eyes trained on your retreating back.

#degrees of lewdity #leighton the headteacher

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