#Oversized hoodie blanket as a gift

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A Sparkling Christmas - LN4

*:･ﾟ Summary: Christmas with Lando is full of love, laughter, and thoughtful surprises. But one unexpected gift turns a magical day into a moment you’ll never forget.

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*:･ﾟ A/N: hey loves! A quick message before you read the fic. I wanted to ask y’all if you can check out @gridprincess-04 her blog! She’s working on 12 days of Christmas! Her work is absolutely amazing.

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The first rays of sunlight filtered through the frosty windows, illuminating the cozy chaos of the living room. Christmas morning had arrived, and the festive spirit was palpable. Lando Norris stirred awake, his messy curls a tangle against the pillow. He blinked a few times, disoriented, until his eyes landed on the figure curled up next to him.

You were still asleep, your face nestled into the crook of his arm. The soft rise and fall of your breathing brought a smile to his face, one of those private smiles he saved only for moments like this—moments that were just his and yours.

He’d planned something special for today, and the anticipation had him wide awake now. Lando carefully slipped out of bed, mindful not to wake you. Pulling on a hoodie and some sweatpants, he padded into the kitchen to start the morning right: pancakes, coffee, and a little bit of his signature mischief.

By the time you stumbled out of the bedroom, wrapped in a blanket like a human burrito, the smell of coffee and syrup had already filled the air. Lando turned around, spatula in hand, grinning at you like the cat who got the cream.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” he teased, watching as you shuffled to the counter. “I thought you were going to sleep through Christmas at this rate.”

You rolled your eyes, too groggy to respond with anything clever, but the corners of your mouth tugged upward. Lando slid a plate of pancakes in front of you and leaned over the counter, chin propped on his hand as he watched you take the first bite.

“Good?” he asked, though he already knew the answer.

“Amazing,” you mumbled through a mouthful of food, earning a laugh from him.

The morning passed in a blur of wrapping paper, laughter, and stolen kisses. Lando had an uncanny ability to pick the perfect gifts, each one tailored to you in a way that made your heart swell. A set of vintage books you’d been eyeing, a new pair of headphones, even a handmade card that was equal parts hilarious and touching.

But the real surprise was yet to come.

As the day wore on, the two of you transitioned from the chaos of gift-opening to the quiet comfort of lounging on the couch. The Christmas tree lights cast a warm glow over the room, and soft holiday music played in the background. You stretched lazily, announcing your intention to change into something more comfortable for the night.

“Wait,” Lando said, stopping you in your tracks. He reached behind the couch and produced a final gift, neatly wrapped in festive paper. “One last present. Open it before you change.”

You raised an eyebrow but accepted the package, tearing through the paper to reveal a cozy-looking hoodie in your favorite color.

“You’re trying to convert me into one of your hoodie cultists,” you teased, holding it up. It was soft and oversized, exactly the way you liked it.

“Guilty as charged,” Lando said, smirking. “Go try it on. I think you’ll like it.”

You didn’t need much convincing. Retreating to the bedroom, you pulled the hoodie over your head, relishing the warmth. But as you adjusted it, your hand brushed against something in the pocket. Frowning, you reached in and pulled out a small velvet box.

Your heart stopped.

Carefully, you opened it to reveal a delicate golden ring, the light catching on the intricate design. For a moment, you just stared, the reality of it not quite sinking in. Then you heard a soft knock on the door, and Lando’s voice drifted through.

“Everything okay in there?”

You opened the door to find him leaning casually against the frame, but his expression betrayed his nerves. He glanced at the box in your hand and then back at your face.

“So, uh,” he began, scratching the back of his neck. “I was going to do the whole get-on-one-knee thing, but honestly, I thought this felt more… us.”

You didn’t say anything, your throat too tight with emotion. Instead, you launched yourself at him, throwing your arms around his neck. He caught you with a laugh, holding you tightly as you whispered, “Yes. A thousand times, yes.”

The rest of the evening was a blur of happiness, laughter, and quiet moments shared just between the two of you. After dinner—a simple yet perfect meal you cooked together—you found yourselves back on the couch, tangled up in each other. The fire crackled softly, and the snow outside blanketed the world in a serene white.

Lando’s hand found yours, his thumb brushing against the ring on your finger. “I’ve been carrying that around for weeks, you know. Couldn’t figure out the right moment to give it to you.”

“You picked the perfect moment,” you said softly, leaning your head against his shoulder. “I’ll never forget today.”

He turned to press a kiss to your temple, his voice low and tender. “You make everything perfect, love.”

The two of you stayed like that for hours, wrapped up in the magic of the holiday and the quiet promise of forever. As the fire dimmed and sleep began to claim you, Lando’s voice broke through the haze.

“Merry Christmas, future Mrs. Norris.”

And with a sleepy smile, you whispered back, “Merry Christmas, Lando.”

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*:･ﾟ Notes; thank you for reading, love’s! Hope you all enjoyed it! If there is something wrong or need to be edited, let me know!

*:･ﾟtags; @gridprincess-04 , @justaf1girl

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ALL FOR HER | jude bellingham

summary: jude surprises his girlfriend with flowers, gifts, and a getaway to show his love and appreciation for her.

warnings: none

pairing: jude bellingham x fem!reader

the gentle morning sun cast its golden rays through the cracks in the curtains, bathing the room in a soft glow. jude’s alarm buzzed faintly on his phone, but he was already awake. for once, it wasn’t his intense training schedule or match preparations occupying his mind—it was her. the love of his life. today wasn’t an anniversary or a holiday. it was a regular saturday, but jude had decided that sometimes, love deserved to be celebrated just because.

he carefully slipped out of bed, his gaze lingering on her for a moment. she was bundled under the blankets, her face partially hidden but unmistakably serene. her soft, even breaths tugged at his heart. a sleepy strand of hair fell across her cheek, and he gently brushed it aside before quietly pulling the door closed behind him.

downstairs, jude began his preparations with meticulous care. the florist in town, one he frequented to surprise her now and then, had put together the most beautiful bouquet—a mix of her favorite flowers: blush roses, soft white lilies, pink peonies, and delicate sprigs of baby’s breath. he’d remembered her saying how lilies reminded her of calm summer days, and peonies always made her smile. today, they stood proudly on their dining table in a tall, crystal vase.

next came the gifts. jude carefully unwrapped each item he’d selected: a dainty gold bracelet engraved with the date they first met, a book she’d once casually mentioned in passing, and two tickets to a luxury beachside villa he’d booked as a surprise getaway. each was nestled into its own box, wrapped in soft pastel paper with silky ribbons tied into perfect bows.

but that wasn’t enough. he wanted her to feel cherished in every way. with the help of her favorite playlist humming through the speakers, he set the mood—flickering candles lining the room, scattering soft rose petals across the table, and placing a handwritten note just beside the flowers. his handwriting was a little crooked, but the words came straight from his heart:

“to the woman who makes every day better just by being in it. this is for all the love you give me—today and always, i want to show you how deeply i treasure you.”

satisfied with the atmosphere, jude moved to the kitchen. the smell of buttery pastries wafted through the air as the croissants warmed in the oven. he arranged fresh fruit—berries, kiwi, and ripe mango—onto a small plate, added her favorite granola-topped yogurt to a dainty glass, and brewed her favorite coffee to perfection. when everything was set, he balanced the breakfast tray carefully and made his way back to the bedroom.

she stirred just as he walked in, her eyes fluttering open to the sight of jude standing by the bedside, holding a tray and grinning like he’d won a lottery. “good morning, beautiful,” he greeted, his voice warm and teasing.

her lips curved into a sleepy smile. “what’s all this?” she murmured, sitting up as he placed the tray on her lap.

“breakfast for my queen,” he replied, dropping a kiss to her forehead. “but… this is only the beginning.”

she raised an eyebrow in sleepy confusion, but jude had already stepped out of the room, beckoning her to follow when she was ready. she emerged minutes later, her hair tied up messily, still wearing his oversized hoodie. what she walked into, though, left her speechless.

the living room glowed in the soft light of candles. the table was adorned with the breathtaking bouquet of flowers, the note tucked neatly beside it. she noticed the gifts sitting atop a bed of rose petals, the playlist humming softly in the background. her hand flew to her mouth, her chest rising and falling as emotion threatened to overwhelm her.

“jude…” her voice cracked. “what… why?”

he stepped toward her, taking her trembling hands into his. “because,” he began softly, his dark eyes locking onto hers, “you’ve given me everything—your love, your patience, your support. you’ve made every single day better just by being you. i don’t tell you often enough how much that means to me. so, today, i wanted to make sure you feel how much i love and appreciate you.” his voice was gentle yet resolute, filled with unfiltered emotion.

tears shimmered in her eyes, threatening to spill as she gazed up at him. “jude, this… this is too much,” she whispered, shaking her head slightly, her voice trembling.

“it’s never too much when it comes to you,” jude said, his hands cradling her face now, his thumbs gently brushing away the tears that began to fall. “you deserve every bit of it and more.”

she stood there for a moment, absorbing his words, letting them wash over her. then, without a word, she wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, burying her face against his chest. jude chuckled softly, resting his chin on the top of her head, letting her cling to him.

“i don’t even know what to say,” she mumbled into his shirt.

“don’t say anything,” he murmured, tilting her chin up to press a soft kiss to her lips. “just let me spoil you today.”

he led her to the table, pulling out her chair like a true gentleman. as she sat, she couldn’t stop glancing between the beautiful flowers, the perfectly chosen gifts, and the heartfelt note that still had her heart fluttering.

“open them,” jude encouraged with a playful grin, watching her every reaction.

she reached for the first box and carefully untied the ribbon. inside was the gold bracelet, its delicate engraving catching the soft glow of the candles. her fingers traced over the date as tears welled in her eyes again. “our first meeting…” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

“it changed everything for me,” jude said simply, taking the bracelet and clasping it gently around her wrist. he pressed a lingering kiss to her hand afterward, his eyes filled with nothing but love.

next, she unwrapped the book, a small gasp escaping her lips. “how did you even remember this?” she asked, turning the hardcover over in her hands.

“you said you wanted it months ago,” jude shrugged casually. “i’ve had it in mind ever since.”

her heart swelled, and she shook her head in disbelief. “you don’t miss a thing, do you?”

“not when it comes to you,” he replied with a grin.

finally, her hands hovered over the last box, almost trembling as she untied the ribbon and opened the lid. inside were the plane tickets, neatly tucked into a small envelope. her eyes widened in shock as she pulled them out, reading over the details.

“jude… are these real?”

he laughed softly, taking her hands as her excitement bubbled over. “as real as us,” he teased. “i thought we could use a getaway—just the two of us. some sun, some sand, and nothing to distract us from each other.”

without hesitation, she threw her arms around him again, holding him so tightly that he stumbled slightly. her laughter was full of joy, her tears returning but now spilling for all the right reasons. “you’re too good to me,” she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw.

“you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he whispered back, his voice firm yet tender. “i’m just trying to keep up.”

the rest of the day was spent wrapped in a haze of love and happiness. they ate breakfast together slowly, savoring not just the food but the quiet intimacy. they talked, reminisced, and shared soft kisses that seemed to stretch time itself.

later, they danced in the living room to the soft music still playing from the speakers. she laughed as jude spun her around, pulling her close at just the right moment to steal another kiss.

as the evening wore on, they curled up on the couch together, her head resting against his chest as his fingers absentmindedly played with her hair. “i don’t know what i did to deserve you,” she murmured, her voice full of emotion. “but i love you more than i can ever put into words.”

jude tilted her chin up gently, his dark eyes meeting hers. “you don’t have to put it into words,” he said softly. “i feel it in everything you do.”

he leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss that spoke of all the love and devotion he couldn’t express in words.

and that night, as they lay in bed with her nestled in his arms, jude held her close, listening to the soft rhythm of her breathing, a steady melody that lulled his own heartbeat into perfect sync with hers. the room was quiet now, the candles burnt low, their soft glow dancing across the walls like whispers of all the moments they had shared that day.

as she shifted slightly in her sleep, her hand naturally found its way to rest over his chest, right where his heart beat for her. jude smiled to himself, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head.

he thought about the journey they had taken together—their first meeting, the little milestones, the quiet nights, and the grand gestures like today. each memory was a thread woven into the tapestry of their love, vibrant and unbreakable.

in the stillness of the night, he made another silent promise to himself: no matter how far his career might take him, no matter how demanding life could become, he would always make time for moments like this.

because she was his constant. the steady presence in the whirlwind of his world.

as the night deepened and sleep began to claim him, he held her just a little tighter, whispering softly, “i love you.”

and though she was fast asleep, her lips curled into a tiny, peaceful smile, as if she knew, even in her dreams, that her heart was safe with him.

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Back To You - Part 9 | Sam Carpenter

Pairing: Sam Carpenter x reader

Warnings: none

Summary: When Sam left after turning eighteen, you were devastated. You’d been in love with her since you were kids and her leaving meant you never got to tell her how you truly felt.

Fast forward a couple of years, Tara gets attacked and Sam returns. . .

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“You didn’t!” Tara laughs happily and continues unwrapping the gift I got her which is a vintage video camera.

I figured she’d like it because she wants to be a film major and judging by her reaction, she does.

She woke me a couple of minutes ago by literally sitting on me, wishing me a Merry Christmas before shoving a present for me in my face.

I haven’t opened it yet because I wanted to see her reaction to my present first, and also because I want Sam to be there when I open it because it’s from both of them.

Tara finishes unwrapping and takes the camera out of its box, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “This is so cool.”

She inspects it from all angles and turns it on while I watch, happy that she likes it.

“You guys started without me?”

Sam’s voice makes me look over my shoulder and when I see her standing in the doorway of her room with a pout and sleep mussed hair, I smile and get up, stretching.

“Tara did, but don’t worry. You haven’t missed much so far.”

Sam huffs, but I can tell she’s not really annoyed. She makes her way over to us and plops down on the couch, running her fingers through her tangled hair in an attempt to tame it a little.

It looks like she’s still half asleep and I can’t help but think how adorable she looks like this, wearing faded gray sweatpants and an oversized black shirt.

The memory of her putting a blanket over me last night is still fresh in my mind, and I make a mental note to finally talk to her once we’re alone.

Tara fumbles around with the camera and moves to her sister’s side to show her what I got her. Sam seems impressed and she asks Tara to try and film something and while the two of them are busy figuring out how the camera works I pull off my hoodie.

I’ve been hot since I woke up, but I haven’t had a chance to take it off until now.

“Damn, Y/N,” Tara comments.

I raise an eyebrow as I pull my shirt, which rode up, back down over my stomach. “Huh?”

The camera momentarily forgotten in her hands, Tara wiggles her eyebrows suggestively while gesturing at me. “Someone’s been working out.”

My eyes widen in surprise before embarrassment washes over me.

It’s true, I’ve been working out like crazy since getting back on my feet, and I’m in better shape than I’ve ever been now that playing hockey is my literal job, but I usually don’t like to show it off and I really didn’t mean to expose myself like that just now.

“I mean, do they feed you steroids in Boston, or what?” Tara teases with a smirk.

“No they don’t, shut up,” I fire back weakly, tossing the hoodie at her face.

She catches it in time before it hits her and puts it down next to her, her smirk still present. “I’m just sayin’.”

I roll my eyes and scratch the back of my neck, hoping my cheeks aren’t all too red. “Yeah, whatever. Thanks.”

Tara chuckles and I go to take a seat on the couch next to her when I notice the way Sam’s uncharacteristically quiet.

I glance at her, worried that something might be wrong, but what I see makes my heart swoop in my chest instead.

Her eyes are trained on her fumbling hands in her lap, the tips of her ears are red, and she keeps swallowing thickly. In short, she’s flustered and the fact that it’s because my shirt rode up makes my heart beat faster and makes me feel like it wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

Not wanting to embarrass her though, I don’t comment on it and take a seat, gesturing for Tara to hand me the other gift on top of my bag.

“This one’s for you,” I say to Sam once Tara has given it to me and the way Sam’s brown eyes widen in surprise makes me chuckle softly. “What? You thought I wouldn’t get you anything?”

“N-No, I just— That’s not,” she stammers, clearing her throat and looking down for a moment before looking back up with a small smile. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” I hand it to her and try not to let it show that a shiver runs up my spine when her finger brush against mine.

Tara puts her camera down and together we watch Sam unwrap the flat, palm-sized box. She shoots me a questioning look, realizing it’s a black jewlery box, but I don’t say anything. I just smile and encourage her to open it with a wave of my hand.

Tara looks at me with a knowing smile and I smile back, loving the way Sam gasps in disbelief when her eyes land on the gold necklace on display inside the box.

“Do you like it?” I ask and the way Sam’s eyes shine when she looks up is answer enough.

Even so, she nods vigorously, her eyes darting back and forth between me and the necklace. “I love it, b-but how did you—?”

I shrug, feigning ignorance, and Tara does her best to hide her smile by busying herself with her camera again. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I say. “I just saw this and thought you’d like it.”

Sam chuckles incredulously and a, “Liar” slips past her lips, but she doesn’t ask how I knew about it again. Instead she looks back at the necklace, her finger brushing over the sun symbol engraved in the round pendant before taking it out and turning to me with a vulnerable expression. “Put it on me?”

I nod timidly, suddenly feeling shy and doing my best to ignore the questioning look Tara shoots at me before taking the necklace from Sam.

She shifts on the couch so her back is turned to me, and gathers her hair in a ponytail, exposing her neck to me.

I force myself to breathe normally at the sight, wanting nothing more than to press a kiss to it, and put the necklace around her neck.

“Thank you.” Sam lets go of her hair again and turns back around, touching the pendant for a moment before hugging me.

I hug her back and this time I don’t stop myself from pressing a chaste kiss to her temple. It makes her tighten her arms around my neck before pulling back.

“Okay, now it’s your turn,” Tara says, grabbing my present and throwing it in my lap.

I chuckle and shoot Sam one last smile, getting to work on unwrapping my own present.

It’s turns out to be a jewelry box as well, but it’s smaller than Sam’s and when I open it and see what’s inside, I immediately feel tears prick my eyes.

It’s a gold bracelet with my parents’ initials engraved in it in their handwriting.

I swallow thickly and look up to find Sam and Tara watching me hopefully.

“Guys. . . This is—“ I clear my throat and blink my tears away, “—This is beautiful. Thank you.”

The two sisters exhale, relieved, and Tara is quick to climb over Sam to put the bracelet on my wrist.

“There. . . Now you’ll always have a part of your parents with you,” she says, adding, “It was Sam’s idea.”

I rub my eyes to get rid of any more tears and kiss the top of her head before looking at Sam over her shoulder. “Thank you. Really. It means a lot to me.”

I love it. I absolutely love it, but the fact that it was Sam’s idea makes it extra special.

The two of them really are my family, and I just know that if my parents could see us now they’d be glad that we all found our way back to each other.

“So, how are Liam and Paige?” Tara asks over breakfast.

After we exchanged a few more presents we all got ready for the day and made breakfast together. Sam did most of the cooking since she decided we were having pancakes, but Tara and I l cut some fruits, made coffee, and set the table.

“Good.” I say after swallowing the sip of coffee I just took. “Liam just moved to New York and Paige moved to Portland, but they’re both here for the holidays to visit their parents.”

“Paige moved to Portland?” Tara asks with a raised eyebrow. “Why not New York, like Liam?”

Sam hums in agreement and I take another bite of my pancakes before answering, “Because her girlfriend lives in Portland. They’ve been doing long distance for over two years and they were sick of never seeing each other, so they decided to move in together.”

“Hmm, alright. Makes sense,” Tara says, ready to move on, but Sam snorts and stabs a piece of strawberry with her fork, saying, “Yeah, good for them. . . I’d never do long distance.”

I freeze, but no one notices and Sam goes on, unfazed. “I mean, only being able to see each other five or six times a year, maybe even less? Yeah, no thank you.”

Tara shrugs, obviously not caring, but I stay still, feeling like the rug’s just been pulled out from under me.

I live in Boston and Sam lives here. . . Even if she had feelings for me, she’d never want to be in a relationship with me. She just made that perfectly clear.

The realization feels like a punch to my stomach and I no longer feel like eating, completely drowning out Tara’s voice when she changes the subject.

Sam will never be with me, so it doesn’t matter how she feels about me. It doesn’t matter how I feel about her.

I set down my fork and get up, feeling like I’m in a trance.

Tara and Sam stop talking at the abruptness of my movement, their eyebrows furrowing, and before they can ask what I’m doing I mumble, “I’m going to take a shower, I’m a little cold.“

I’m neither cold, nor do I need a shower, but I need a moment to control my emotions and hide how much what Sam just said hurt me, so I go to my bag to grab a fresh set of clothes.

“Y/N. . .?” Tara asks hesitantly, but I don’t answer. I just go to the bathroom, lock the door behind me and get into the shower.

Sam doesn’t owe me anything. I know that, but what she said hurt and made me realize that the hope I had of ever being with her was futile.

All along, it was futile. We’ll never be together and she’ll never see me the way I see her.

Maybe I should try to move on. . .

A tear rolls down my cheek and I don’t bother wiping it away because the stream of the shower washes it away a moment later.

When I get out of the bathroom, the apartment is quiet and at first I think no one’s home, but then I sport Tara on the couch, figuring out how to work her new camera.

Sam is nowhere to be seen, but the table has been cleared and the dishwasher is running so she can’t be far.

“Hey, Sprout,” I say quietly, taking a seat next to her. “You good?”

Tara looks up and the way her eyes soften at the sight of me makes me wonder if my inner turmoil is really that obvious.

“Sam went out to get some snacks for when Mindy and Chad come over,” she says which makes me frown.

“I. . . didn’t ask,” I say tentatively, not wanting to offend her.

Tara just sighs and puts the camera down, turning to me with her lips pulled into a frown. “No, you didn’t, but I know you.”

That makes me smile nervously. “What are you talking about?”

Tara’s shoulders sag and she wordlessly moves to my side, resting her head on my shoulder and hugging my arm to her chest. “I know you like Sam, Y/N. I’ve known since the day she left. You weren’t just sad because your best friend left. . . You were heartbroken.”

I swallow thickly. I’ve always made it a point not to lie to Tara, so I’m not going to start now by denying anything. I don’t know what to say though, so I stay silent and sink back into the couch, letting my cheek rest against the top of her head.

“I know what she said about the whole long distance thing really bummed you out, but I don’t think she even realizes what it meant to you when she said it,” Tara whispers. “She can be a little. . . insensitive sometimes, but. . . I see the way she looks at you, Y/N, and all I can ask of you is that you don’t give up on her just yet.”

I sigh and nudge Tara’s knee with my own. “Easier said than done, Sprout.”

Tara sighs as well and squeezes my arm. “I know.”

Silence settles over us for a couple of moments until I remember something I’ve been meaning to tell Tara for a while now.

“Tara?”

“Yeah?”

“While we’re being honest I just want to say I’m sorry for how things turned out with you and Amber. I know you liked her.”

Like me, she doesn’t deny anything. She just holds my arm tighter and plays with the fabric of my sleeve.

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Very short chapter, but it was necessary before we dive into the plot of the sixth movie next chapter.

Hope you all enjoyed it!

Next chapter is definitely going to be longer, I promise, but it’s going to take some time to write.

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would you be interested is writing smth about the 141 + König with a plus sized reader? I’m starved of this kind of content😭 if you would like to, you can do whatever you like with it! <3

OH MY GOD YES. I ACTUALLY HAVE A SMUT ONGOING FOR KÖNIG AND CHUBBY/OVERSIZED READER BCSKME THEYRE SO UNDERRATED GRRR

141 + König x chubby reader

This one's dedicated to my beloved plus size followers who are insecure abt their size / weight. You're beautiful js the way you are and i'm proud of you all <3

Basically this one's headcanons about how they act around you/think about you.

Ghost

Finds you cute and feels comfort around you.

Definitely would use your plush body as a pillow (or weighted blanket bcs warm)

Would be protective asf, pulling you in closer to him at all times so people know you're his and his only.

Loves showering you with kisses, everywhere. Cheeks, lips, tummy. Everything.

If he sees you being bullied by other soldiers or teased by, consider them dead.

LOVESSS seeing you in his hoodies, makes him blush (even though he wont admit it)

He probably cant sleep without you, just can't, he misses ur warmth.

not very clingy, but when he notices you being stared at a lil too much he is SPRINTING to be by your side.

Soap McTavish

unrelated but i love his name so much (i wanna take his last name)

he fell inlove with you because of your outgoing personality and because he thinks you're adorable asf.

cuddles 24/7

loves you so much he talks about you whenever he has the time.

if you vent to him about feeling insecure mans would def help you workout and diet, would feel kinda sad you'd want to change yourself though.

showers you with kisses whenever he gets the chance.

bro works out and uses you as motivation so he can manhandle you in bed

buys you a shitload of stuff toys when you mention liking them.

uses your thighs as a pillow

Captain "John" Price

kisses you everywhere, uses your chest as a pillow.

likes pinching your cheeks, very cute.

overprotective asf.

he buys you everything you want because he wants to treat you right.

he likes it when you hug him, makes him smile so easily

would let you borrow his clothes. he wants people to know you're taken.

always showers you with love and affection (and money)

König

MMMMMMMM THIGH PILLOWS

loves your outgoing personality, genuinely helped him slowly get better from social anxiety

i think he actually prefers chubby people, understands them more after being called "big guy" a lot.

weighted blanket.

kisses? yes, a lot.

hugs you from behind most of the time, genuinely loves you so much he doesnt wanna let go, ever.

missing shirts? oh sorry, used them for masks.

kisses everywhere when you tell him you're insecure.

gives you handmade gifts like paper flowers and etc

genuinely just loves you so much, very very clingy.

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☆ Creds to @cafekitsune for dividers :)

☆ If you had hello kitty pajamas,yk Johnnie is getting them with you.

☆ Finds your aesthetic/style cute even if it’s not something he would dress up in.

☆ Will actively show you off,despite your differences.

☆ Will jokingly try to dress in your style for a day to get a YouTube video out of it.

☆ Thinks it’s cute that you love pink and will support you no matter what even if it’s not something he does.

☆ Will help you decorate your room more to your aesthetic and gets really happy seeing your finished room

☆ Will buy you things that remind him of you,even if it’s little he thinks it’s nice to see you wearing or fiddling etc. with whatever he bought you

☆ Will buy you decorations in pink that he saw and help you decorate with them.

☆ I feel like Johnnies main love languages is affirmation and gift giving and he constantly gives you compliments and random little things that made him think of you.

☆ If you’re more scenecore pink he would love to go clothes shopping with you and help you pink out clothes

☆ If you’re more pastel/neutral pink he would love to go shopping with you to pick out random bits that fit your aesthetic

☆ I feel like Johnnie would buy you matching outfits but in different colours

☆ “Babe look what I got!” He’s so excited to show you everything he got on a shopping hall even though it’s not your style.

☆ You could definitely steal and wear his things and because it’s oversized on you it makes him soft,he just wants cuddles w his fav person that’s currently wearing his clothes :( <3

☆ Johnnie drags you into the freezing cold to make a snowman when it snows and will make you wrap up in your pretty pink sweaters and everything he can find,just wants his baby to be warm <3 (random but had to be said)

☆ Definitely buys you pink blankets and buys himself a black blanket for movie nights

☆ Loves to watch you do your makeup,loves to see you put on your pretty blush and eyeliner

☆ Might let you do his makeup for a change (and a video)

☆ If you two ever move in together the house would be divided between pink and black,would mainly let you have the most of the house pink

☆ Johnnie definitely tries to do one of those bleach hoodies but tries to dye the bleach pink for you :( <3

☆ Would also fabric dye some things for you to wear because he likes knowing he made something and you like it enough to wear it even if it’s just around the house/apartment <3

☆ Johnnie loves seeing you in his clothes because it’s just domestic,even though it’s not your aesthetic he just thinks you look pretty either way (especially in his clothes)

☆ Johnnie will buy you jellycats like once a month in pink,will always try to get the seasonal and rare ones if he can

☆ Johnnie loves to see you trying to buy him stuff which fits his personality (like clothes etc.) he just likes that you were thinking of him.

☆ Johnnie definitely tries to buy you jewellery as well as accessories etc.

☆ Johnnie proudly wears whatever you buy him always mentioning “My girlfriend bought me this look how cool this is.” Even if it’s not bought up in conversation he will make sure it’s known to everyone.

[hiddenlongingsfanfic]

Pushing Your Luck (Lucky Boys 4)

Danny slowly uncurled from the little corner that he had started to make his own. He had never had a home that was completely his before and it still felt too good to be true. He yawned and stretched his hands above his head and leaned back and back and back; doing a lazy little loop de loop in the air.

He cocked his head to one side as he stretched his hearing out to the rest of the building.

Nothing sounded out of place.

No footsteps or voices.

Just the low scratching of some industrious little rodent that was making its own nest in the walls a floor below him.

He raked a hand through his wild white hair and contemplated what he was going to do with his morning. He had managed to gather a small collection of plastic bottles that he had cleaned out and then filled in a public bathroom. The moldy comforter made a comfortable little nest that he could curl up in without having to worry about getting too warm.

The little basket next to the window…had not been there last night.

Still yawning, Danny floated over to the woven basket that someone had placed inside without disturbing him.

When he caught sight of the handwritten note that had been placed on top of his newest present he let out a little chirrup of glee. More presents from Hood. Once he managed to get himself a little bit more established Danny was going to have to figure out where the other man lived so that he could return the favor.

Sneaky presents were the best kind after all.

It meant that the other man had been thinking of him without wanting to bother him. The most recent note was just as sweet as the first had been.

THOUGHT YOU MIGHT NEED THESE. RH 

The note was attached to the top of a little pad of paper and included a ballpoint pen. Danny carefully sifted through the basket with something approaching awe.

Nobody had ever given him such thoughtful gifts before.

His parents had been prone to forgetting his birthday and Christmas.

Jazz had always remembered but cakes and the like were completely out of the question in their house when the eggs were prone to reanimation. So it had usually been some sort of pre-packaged cupcake or at best a new pair of sneakers to replace the ones that had been accidentally dipped in acid.

Danny purred quietly when he pulled out a fuzzy throw blanket in a deep green color that wouldn’t show stains.

A couple of different bottles of cleaner.

One for fabrics and one for tile or linoleum.

Some paper towels for easy cleanup and disposal.

Then finally with shaking fingers he pulled out an oversized hoodie that would be able to swing down to at least his knees; this one in a sturdy black woven material that would drape without clinging to him.

Danny buried his face in the thick material with a stifled gasp as he hugged it to his chest and finally let himself actually think about his sister.

She had always done what she thought was best for him.

No matter the cost.

One of the last sounds he had heard before falling through the rift in the sky was the sound of explosive ammunition being set off with extreme prejudice.

Ancients, he even thought that he might have seen Vlad of all people coming in with his friends trying to get his parents to see reason. It had sounded like the world was exploding around him and Jazz had only been given an instant to hug her little brother tightly to her chest, her lips brushing his forehead before she pushed him back and managed to shove some sort of small tech directly into an opening in his chest.

A gash that the scientists had left on him after they’re latest session and left a couple of his ribs exposed to the open air. 

She had screamed a phrase in a language that seemed to reorient Danny’s world as he fell up through the sky and then started falling straight down into an entirely new world.

He could barely see anything through the lights and explosive noises that had erupted around him but it hadn't looked survivable. He could see Jazz’s eyes red-rimmed and blackened with soot and bruises for a long moment before the portal had snapped shut. Gone so completely that he couldn’t even see a scar in the sky above him as he began to fall.

He had felt the finality of whatever Jazz had done.

There wasn’t going to be a way for him to go back home, even if he had wanted to.

He had the last piece of his world and family hidden behind his heart.

Still holding the new hoodie tightly in one arm Danny pulled it free gently; desperately trying not to damage whatever Jazz’s last gift could possibly be. He looked down at the little cube in the palm of his hand and he could see that Jazz, Sam, and Tucker had all written their initials on it. Danny ducked his head down a little bit so that he could look at the tech a little closer. It looked to just plug in to a normal USB. Jazz and his friends would have had months to plan their insane rescue mission. Hopefully wherever he had landed they had similar technology.

Although if he glanced at the little box out of the corner of his eyes he could see the low sheen of some sort of magic that they had coated it in. Knowing Tucker it was more than likely going to force itself to work with any sort of operating system he was able to find. 

Danny floated over to the corner that he had made his little nest in.

It was easier to pull ectoplasm from the floor when he only had a few layers of fabric separating him from it so he didn’t have to worry about needing to find or haul a bed frame into the little studio.

The moldy comforter was carefully folded; as neatly as he was able to manage and placed to one side.

He scrunched the rich green fabric of his new blanket into a nest that he would be able to curl up in comfortably as long as he continued to not have bones.

The cleaning supplies were left in the basket for the moment.

He still wanted to do a little more exploring before the sun fully rose and cleaning could wait until after he’d rested some more.

The motley little collection of plastic bottles was tucked in next to the cleaners.

It wasn’t a lot but Danny tweaked the bottles and looked over his few belongings with something like pride.

With a great deal of reluctance Danny twitched back into his human form only staying in it long enough to slip the hoodie over his bare torso before reverting back to his ghostly body as quickly he could manage. Danny let his fingers smooth down over his hazmat suit and even though he normally couldn’t even feel whatever clothing his alternate was wearing he could feel a hint of extra warmth on his body from the extra layer.

He floated back towards his window and let himself go invisible and intangible as he slipped through the rotten wooden boards that half covered the broken glass. The early morning sun was still hiding behind the tall buildings and left the streets of his new home murky and fog covered. 

The chill of the mist seemed to penetrate right to his core and Danny shivered with delight.

He let the droplets of moisture phase right through him and he could feel them wicking away the muck and blood of his capture and subsequent escape. The miasma of smog and water felt like a blessing after the close confines of the laboratory and Danny let himself spin and swirl through it. 

It was early enough that he could just make out a couple of windows with their lights on. 

3rd shifters coming home for the day or maybe a few of especially early birds that were preparing for the long day ahead of them. The sidewalks themselves were bare of any commuters and even the women who had been patrolling the area for customers had finally headed back to their homes.

The city wasn’t completely quiet though.

Danny could hear what sounded like pigeons cooing and beginning to stir from their nests and someone had a radio playing a softly sung ballad in Spanish.

The more Danny scouted around the more it felt like any sort of normal morning in a big city.

Well, what he had always imagined a big city would sound like.  

Whatever alternate earth he had ended up landing on seemed to be on a similar timeline at least.

There weren’t a lot of cars lining the streets but the ones that were there looked to be worn from long winters. The rocker panels rusted and were eaten away by the spray of slush from salt covered pavement.

The lines of the cars were different though, a little longer and sleeker than the vehicles he was accustomed to.

Still though; they were undeniably gas powered cars just like those he had grown up with.

As he got closer to the edges of the urban sprawl Danny started to hear the low susurration of swiftly running water.

He trailed the edges of the river, ducking under huge cranes and flying over large shipping containers.

The closer he got to the waters edge the more the smell of pollution and rotten fish began to overwhelm him.

The water looked near pitch black with an oily rainbow sheen coating the top of it.

Sam would have been having absolute fits about this place if she was here Danny thought wistfully.

He hadn’t seen a single designated green space at all in his exploration and the water smelled absolutely toxic even to him.

As he darted around his new haunt Danny was starting to get a vivid picture of exactly where he had ended up.

The entire place seemed to be the worst sort of urban sprawl, a broken down neighborhood trapped in the center of a river that was surrounded by an even larger city. With the cracked concrete, the empty warehouses and the prevalence of a less than legal nightlife as its main source of income the whole place had the feeling of a place that had been abandoned due to neglect and fear.

The unwanted bastard child of an aging royalty. 

It took him a couple of hours but Danny managed to circle the entire island, noting decrepit bridges as the only escape.

Winding his way through the blocks of housing Danny did start to notice some bright spots in the otherwise dingy atmosphere. 

A small diner whose warm lights shone out onto the pocked sidewalks. A woman, he presumed a waitress, between her clean white apron and the neat bun that her graying hair had been pulled back into, was wiping down the tables.

A few blocks down, now that the sun was finally starting to peek over the rooftops he could see a line forming for what looked like a local soup kitchen.

All of the tables and floors were worn but scrupulously clean. 

A couple of brave souls were already huddled over their pancakes or oatmeal with one of the employees waving a full coffee pot at them playfully.

Peering in through the window Danny smiled softly at the friendly group. Maybe once he managed to clean up his mortal body a little bit Danny would be welcomed here too and he could eat some freshly cooked food for the first time in longer than he wanted to think about.

When another early riser slipped obliviously through his body Danny startled and zipped up onto a nearby roof.

He hadn’t even felt the other man come up behind him.

He had used to be better at this, more aware of his surroundings.  

In Amity Park he had been able to feel the trails that the local human population had made through the ectoplasm that had filled the air.

He didn’t always know who it was, but Danny had always been able to determine without so much as a glance, whether there were any civilians in his trajectory.

There was just something about this place that left him feeling constantly on his back foot.

Tail?

Whatever.

Amity Park may have been coated in ectoplasm but he had still been able to feel the people moving through it.

Here it was like all of the people had been a part of this liminal space for so long that they were a part of the atmosphere, generations of people living and dying and being buried in it.

It was more akin to the Ghost Zone than the mortal plane that he was used to. 

Danny slunk back towards his apartment as the streets started to fill up with commuters.

T his time he was careful to float well above the scattering of people. 

It had always felt weird as hell whenever any sort of living thing passed straight through him and Danny had no interest in feeling that particular sensation again any time soon.

When he finally passed back through his window Danny sighed deeply as he let himself slip back into an at least semi-tangible form.

Alighting on the fuzzy softness of his new blanket Danny settled in for a late morning nap.

Once he got a little bit more rest he could start to clean up the worst of the water damage and mold.

The gift basket and the clippers had definitely come from Hood so he was going to work under the assumption that he was welcome in the other man’s haunt.

At least for now.

Snuggling into the deep folds of the fabric Danny could already see the ectoplasm start to seep back out of the floor as his eyes started to slip closed.

He hummed deeply at the unexpected comfort that he had found and let himself slip slowly back to sleep.

When Dick saw Jason the next afternoon he didn’t like the way that his younger brother's eyes were lined with dark bruising from a lack of sleep.

“Problem?”

Jason shook his head even as he took a deep draw from the energy drink he was clutching.

“3 out of my 4…employees.”

Lieutenants, Dick’s brain replaced the slowly enunciated word.

“Came to the meeting we had scheduled.”

“And the fourth?”

“No call. No show. I might have to get HR involved if this continues or maybe a welfare check if they don’t get in contact with me.”

Dick nodded thoughtfully.

HR would probably be the mousy little man that had been working on Jason’s books both legal and not for the past few years. T he man seemed to blend into furniture while also being comparable to Red Robin with his skill with computers. The welfare check was probably going to be an oversized boot to whichever door the missing lieutenant was known to hide behind.

Dick had never actually been to the warehouse that Jason had converted into an open plan office space for the people who worked under him but he had seen the blueprints and been impressed.

Jason had even begrudgingly brought some of his paperwork to Bruce when he had been in the process of legitimizing his business.

A quick glance through the documents had shown that Jason had been deadly serious about taking care of the people that worked for him. W-2’s, health insurance, the whole nine yards.

You could say a lot of things about Jason but he had never failed to commit.

As Red Hood he controlled the trafficking of drugs into the Narrows, made sure that the area children were kept well clear of it, cracked down on violent crime both day and night and ran a legitimate charity as Jason Todd-Wayne. 

The man needed to have employees that he could trust.

If only to make sure that he didn’t run himself completely ragged.

No matter what he or Tim might think, sleep was actually a required activity that both of them needed to partake in on a more regular basis. 

Dick clapped his hand on Jason’s shoulder in commiseration.

“Hopefully nothing too exciting comes from that. Maybe he just forgot.”

Jason nodded in feigned agreement as the pair turned to start walking towards the Bed, Bath, and Beyond that they had agreed to meet at.

Like hell had the man forgotten a meeting but Jason pushed that out of his mind for the moment.

H e was determined to make the strange man more comfortable as soon as possible.

Even if he was living in a murder house.

Dick had needed to physically remove over a dozen didn’t blankets from Jason’s grasp while they had wandered through the too bright lights aisles of Bed, Bath, and Beyond.

Every time he had seen another one Jason had fussed and compared the textures between the fluffy dark green throw and the next blanket that had landed in his line of sight.

" You’re positive?”

“Yes.”

“You really think he’ll like this blanket?”

“I think he’ll like any of these very nice blankets but if you get him more than one or two he’s going to be overwhelmed by choice.”

Jason’s eyes flicked over the remaining options in front of him.

He snagged another blanket that was a dark gray that wouldn’t show dirt too easily.

“Two then. One for now and one for when I switch out the green to wash it. So he doesn’t think I took it away.”

Since he was laser focused on the texture in front of him Jason couldn’t have seen Dick tilt his head slightly back, his eyes squeezed shut for just a moment while he silently asked for patience.

“Sounds good.”

“Don’t patronize me, Dick. ”

Dick bit back a smile while he watched his brother, hulking and bulky with muscle, slowly pet against the grain of a throw blanket covered in mushrooms.

“I’m not. From what we’ve been able to piece together about this guy he deserves every bit of our consideration. But buying the wrong...” Dick flicked his hands up to create quotation marks in the air “blanket is not going to be the reason this guy tips over the edge.”

Rubbing his thumb and forefingers together this time on a blue and white check fabric Jason continued to avoid eye contact.

“I scared him. I’m always talking about giving people a chance. Making sure that they’re not judged for their pasts. But I didn’t even give him a second to try and explain himself, just treated him like a threat from the get go.”

"Yeah.” Dick’s voice was soft. “Just because we’re all trying to move past our own personal histories doesn’t mean that we weren’t shaped by them. He scared you too.”

“He didn’t mean to though.”

“The hell he didn’t. We’ve all seen that recording. The only reason that man didn’t suplex you into the ground was because of that muzzle.”

Dick’s eyes flicked around them, triple-checking that nobody was within earshot of their conversation. 

“He used those electrical snips you left him. He’s staying in that shitty little efficiency in your territory. Trust goes both ways and it seems to me that you're both working on it.”

“What other fucking choice does he have?”

Jason growled in frustration and swiped his hands through his hair leaving it curling wildly and swept up off of his face.

“Whoever he is, that man can fly, turn invisible and slip through solid objects. He’s got a whole lot of options even if he doesn’t want to be a hero or a rogue.”

Dick clapped his hand up on the taller man's shoulder and started to drag him out of the aisle that they had been occupying.

“Now, let’s go look at the cleaning products. I’m thinking we go for unscented and dye free. Let’s try to not induce any unexpected allergic reactions in your guest.”

The employees of the thrift store had given him a wide berth but Jason was sure that they had still heard him as he muttered murderously. 

He picked through the selection of cheap baskets that had all probably come from some sort of department store.

“...cheap. Made in China. Cheap and made in China. Whatever happened to craftsmanship I ask you…”

Jason would have had to be a lot more oblivious than he had ever been to not notice the mechanical sound of a phone snapping a picture of him.

The Narrows had accepted Jason Todd’s return from the dead with open arms but Gotham as a whole had been less than impressed. 

He was 100% sure that picture was going to be sold to the local paper with some sort of ridiculous headline.

Riches to Rags: Gothams (Least?) Favorite Son Forced to Shop Second Hand.

As though choosing to shop at a local thrift store was something to be ashamed of.

He had his own fucking money.

Hell he could steal one of Bruce’s credit cards and the man wouldn’t say a single word.

It was the principle of the thing.

He could have purchased blankets made from the furry asses of rabbits mixed with clouds.

Jason may have not had the best start in life, even compared to some of his brothers, but he remembered that sickening feeling of being given things that he felt he hadn’t earned.

Money was basically Bruce’s love language.

The man could be an emotional brick wall.

He hadn't been able to verbalize his feelings in a supportive or even normal way. It had taken a lot of fighting and hard work on both their parts, but Jason knew deep in his bones that Bruce loved him.

Shockingly, the man who dressed up as a giant bat to fight crime didn’t have the most healthy of coping mechanisms.

When Jason had first come to live with Bruce he had felt those debts piling up like boulders in his chest.

He didn’t want to do the same thing to his stranger.

Jason had thought about purchasing a phone for the man but that had also felt like a step too far.

The pen and notepad had felt like a good compromise.

The guy already knew that Jason was sneaking into the apartment he had selected and hadn’t seemed too upset or paranoid of the clippers that he had left.  

If Jason had been raised by absolutely any other family he would have been wringing his hands while he watched the young man gently sort through the gift basket that he had finally selected.

To be fair if he had been raised by absolutely any other family he wouldn’t have been spying on a maybe alien on a rooftop across the street with a pair of Batnoculars. (Jason and Bruce blamed that particular nomenclature on a pre-teen Dick).

He fumbled them hard though when the white-haired stranger disappeared in a flash of light and he saw the bare skin of what looked like a human man's back, black hair brushed his shoulders and scars criss-crossed his back. The skin quickly disappeared underneath the oversized hoodie that Jason had snagged from the same thrift store that he had purchased the basket from. '

Another flash of light and the man was back to white hair and the hazmat suit before he disappeared into absolutely thin air.

Jason slipped away as quickly as he could manage.

It was one thing for the man to know that Jason was leaving him creepy little presents.

If he got caught staring through a pair of over-powered binoculars Jason wouldn’t be surprised if the man drop kicked him across the length of the city.

No need to push his luck at this point. 

[lythiannatheultimate]

Here is some Punch-out Christmas headcannons

I made this because I was bored out of my mind. For Christmas, they basically hang out with eachother, give eachother gifts, look through their stockings, and even sing with eachother.

🇫🇷Glass Joe💕

•Just enjoying everyone's company

•Cried when Von Kaiser gifted him a plushie of a baguette with a cute face

•loved everyone's gifts

•Got a gift visit from Gabby Jay( he was crying like crazy)

•happy

🇩🇪 Von Kaiser🔩

•actually calm for the first time ever

•Joe gave him a emotional support Plushie and he cried

•Also cried when Hondo gave him a necklace that had a entire paragraph explaining why Von is such a good friend

•Gave Joe a hug

•Very happy

🇺🇸 Disco kid🕺

•Spoiled EVERYBODY

•Aran gave him a MOUNTAIN of gifts

•Grooving to "All I want for Christmas is you."

•dancing like there's no tomorrow

•Sat next to Aran and they eventually ended up snuggling together

🇦🇬 King hippo🏝

•chill

•Ended up sobbing from a hat Hondo got for him

•loves everyone

•got a little dazed but he kept snapping back

•watched Home Alone for the first time ever with everyone.

🇯🇵 Piston Hondo/Honda🍣

•Got everyone the sweetest gifts for the deepest meanings

•Bear got him a hoodie of sailor moon and Hondo cried

•Laying next to Bear and just being romantic

•Kissed bear a couple times

• Got a necklace from Aran that had a cherry blossom tree and a sunset (he was so happy)

🇨🇦 Bear Hugger🐟

•Happy with Hondo around

•Hondo gave him a necklace that had an romantic message that made Bear cry

•Kissed Hondo back and made him blush

•grateful for everybody

•Extremely happy

🕌 Great Tiger🇮🇳

•floating around and having fun

•The bracelet Hondo gave him made his day

•Happy about every gift

•Got a Tiger keychain from Aran

•Hondo is his best friend

🇪🇸 Don Flamenco🌹

•might have a crush on Super Macho Man

•very happy

•Has THE HOLIDAY SPIRIT

•Macho Man gave him a necklace with a red and black rose and he LOVES it

•Loved everyone's gifts

🇮🇪 Aran Ryan🍾

•Spoiled Disco kid

•Made Hondo CRY with the gift he gave him

•Snuggled with Disco

•Drunk as HELL

•Sang along to "Snuff," by Slipknot

🇷🇺 Soda Popinski🍾

•I swear this day was the first day anyone has seen him this happy

•Extremely happy

•Aran gave him a beautiful necklace

•gave Aran a MASSIVE hug

•Had some quality time with Bull

🇹🇷 Bald Bull🏋

•OH MY GOSH HE'S HAPPY!

•Soda gave him a handmade sweater (He was SO happy)

•Hondo gave him a necklace with a paragraph explaining why he is such a good friend (He almost cried)

•not drinking alcohol (like a good person)

•actually happy

🇺🇸 Super Macho Man🌊

•Also spoiled everyone

•Hondo gave him a necklace that said "Even though you irritate me, I still think you're a good friend," and Macho actually loved it

•Got a little upset because he thought Narcis could not be there

•Narcis showed up and gave him a beautiful gold ring

•Has a GIANT crush on Narcis

🇺🇸 Mr.sandman🏋

•Loved everyone's gifts

•The necklace Hondo gave him made his day

•Asked the ref ( Tony) if he could stay for a while ( he did)

•Is actually in love with Tony

•Picked up Tony sometimes just for fun

🇨🇳 Dragon Chan🏯

•actually had a good time

•Got a kimono from Hondo and he was happy

•snuggling under the blankets because he is cold

•Got a little keychain of Bruce Lee from Aran

•freezing (can't blame him when its -11°)

🇺🇸 Kid Quick🐐

•Not freaking out for the first time ever

•very thankful for every gift

•Definitely not in the holiday spirit

•chill

•Freezing

🇫🇷 Gabby Jay💊

•feels sick but still ends up going

•Just there for Joe

•Gave Joe a couple of shirts

•happy that Joe is happy

•Still had to take his dementia pills

🇬🇧 Narcis Prince🎽

•was actually able to arrive

•Gave Macho a gold ring with a diamond because he has a big crush on him

•Actually caring for everyone

•Macho got him a VERY oversized Shirt that had a picture of London on it

•being everything but a narcissist

🇯🇵 Heike Kagero💅

•Besties with Hondo

•Spoiled Hondo with gifts

•Hondo gave him a necklace that had a picture of them together in Tokyo (He cried and gave Hondo a hug)

•Got multiple make-up sets from Hondo

•Very happy

🇧🇪 Nick Bruiser🏋

•Actually glad Rick didn't arrive

•smiled a little bit

•Got A LOT of gifts

•very chill

•OH MY GOSH HE LAUGHED!

🍝 Pizza pasta🍕

•basically the squidward of this entire thing

•smiled only once because Sandman made a funny joke

•Irritated

•Doesn't get along with anyone

•punched Aran in the face and almost started a fight

•Nick has a little place in his heart for him but pasta still hates his guts

🇯🇲 Bob Charlie🐆

•chill

•Grateful for the gifts

•got a mountain of gifts

•wearing a shirt that says "Don't blame me, I love Christmas."

•had his hair down like normal

🇳🇴 Alice🛠

•super happy

•Got spoiled by everyone because she's 11

•Brung her robot friend Ape

•got multiple shirts, plushies, and hats

•Ape got her a beautiful necklace (somehow🤷)

🇺🇸 Doc Louis🚴

•Got adoption papers for Little Mac

•Hondo gave him bike equipment and he was happy

•Got a necklace from bald bull that had a picture of them when they were younger

•Sitting next to Mac the entire time

•got some chocolate bars from Aran

🇺🇸 Little Mac🏆

•Got adopted by Doc (OMG I'M SOBBING😭)

•also got spoiled with gifts since he is the second youngest

•happy

•He talked for the first time and everyone just stopped in shock

•brung Birdie with him

🇺🇸 Birdie🇮🇱

•Basically the only biological brother Mac has left

•Narcis is his best friend

•Happy that he is adopted too

•Showered in gifts

•talking to Mac most of the time

In this case, Narcis isn't even a narcissist.

Also, this goes on for the entire week.

[cynthiesjmxazrielslover]

Bittersweet love

An original AUmodernAzriel x Reader

these songs remind me of them <3333

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, mention of trauma Summary: Growing up with your abusive father and your mother who never spoke up against him, you had truly given up hope of any chance of a real relationship, of real love, the ones of the kind that you read about in your books, till you're proven wrong.

A/N: this is my first fic ever+english isnt my first language, and I wrote this in a daze, the idea came to me at like 3 AM,so....enjoy muah<3 Thump.....thump. DAMN IT CAROLINE GET OUT HERE! Another night another fight, that too on their anniversary, a classic. I scoff thinking about all the picture-perfect smiles and the absolutely lovely speech my dad had read out for my mom tonight, a show, it was all a show, no one knew what went inside our house every week, how my dad hit my mom, screamed at her and then bought ridiculously expensive gifts for her as if that would fix everything. I was so so tired of their useless fights, every time it all ended the same way, with my mom never leaving. I heard the rain outside before I saw it. One thing about me was that I always loved the rain, growing up, and till now it just felt right to cry under its cover, to cry with it, to admire how beautiful it felt to be enveloped in her comfort and just...let everything go. I sneaked out my window and walked out of our backyard. There was an abandoned house right behind mine, I spread rumors just so everyone thought, it was either haunted or inhabited, in truth it was my den. Snacks, clothes, comfy blankets, duvets, you name it. It had all I needed to feel better. When I entered my lair I noticed that most of my snacks were empty and the empty packets pristine clean. Oh no, someone had discovered the truth, I turned around only to find a pair of hazel eyes staring back at me, the darkness enveloped him, I couldn't see him, but guessed well enough he was taller than me. I cursed at myself for being stupid enough to enter an abandoned place at night in the middle of a heavy down pour. No, no, no, no. I stepped back I couldn't die like this, not in this shit hole. "Um, hello there. Are you okay? you just seem a little pale" I gaped at him. He had the most alluring voice id ever heard on a man and damn did it mess with my senses. "I won't hurt you, I promise. Look I'm not armed plus I dont even have enough energy to argue right now." He stepped a bit closer enough that I could make out his silhouette illuminated by the moonlight. His hazel eyes were a sweet honey brown shade, tanned skin, muscles, tall as frick, and hot too. Holy crap this guy looked straight out of a book. "Hello?". Realizing I'd been gaping at it the whole time it took me second to remember the situation I'd found myself in before I said "Hi, Im Lana" I lied, my name wasnt lana but i wasnt gonna tell some random guy who ate my snacks AND all my blueberry sour candy my name, Im not that dumb. He steps out of the shadows so i could get a proper look at him, and so he could look at me i realize. "Hello Lana, Im Azriel". I looked at him, really looked at him noticed 3 things, 1. He didnt look much older than me, meaning either he was in school or in college, 2. He was wearing my oversized hoodie which looked a little too small on him, and 3. He looked in a bad shape. He had bruises on his face marring his body, burned hands, swollen eye and looked cold, very cold and malnourished. He looked almost......homeless.

I snuck a glance outside.

I silently swore, if this man- Azriel, stayed here any longer he would DIE, either of fever or due to infection. I might already have brought a one way ticket to the deepest darkest pits of hell but doesnt mean he did. Without a thought i spit out "Come to my house". "Im sorry what?" he chuckled out smirking at me as a flush crept over me. "I-I meant that you cant stay here, there's heavy rain and its cold here. pfft that's totally what i meant" i stammer out. Reminder to curl up and die in a corner later on. He furrows his brow at my statement, a hint of amusement on his face. "Haven't you heard of stranger danger Lana?" He pipes out, his voice low and gravelly. "I doubt an 18 year old guy who wears Minnie Mouse hoodies with dora the explorer socks and a pink bow pajamas would try to kidnap me" Okay now this dude was really crossing it for me. Reminder number 2- Drown these clothes in holy water before wearing them again. Now it was his turn to be embarrassed. "I still look better in these than you could ever. But you're smart and these clothes fit me like a fucking tank top and shorts, so yes, Lana, I'll come to your house. Only because Im freezing out here" He added FRICK. FRICK THIS WAS A BAD,BAD IDEA

Azriels POV I stepped out of the shower, steam rising from the hot water. I smelled like lavender soap and vanilla- The scent of real men. I put on the fresh pair of clothes Lana gave me, A little smaller than what i wore but better than those hoodies of hers anyway. I saw her reading a book when i stepped out, no gods not another book-obsessed psycho. She motioned for me to sit down and applied some bandages, honey, and anti-septic cream and gave me some medecine, pain killers i guessed. She seemed to know what she was doing, better than going to a doctor if it meant it was free and she wasn't going- "Who gave you get these" My chain of thoughts are interrupted by her words. "I got myself banged up by a....raccoon?" A raccoon? A RACCOON? Thats the best I could come up with? Telling a girl that i got banged up by a raccoon? She laughs at my answer. It's not a soft melodic sound like i expected but a burst of laughter. She snorts and smirks at me. "Damn, a raccoon huh? Wait,does that mean your're pregnant now?Plus,what? did it tackle you to the ground with its little toe beans? What were you even fighting over, who gets the last thrown out doughnuts from the dumpster, oh, or, did she kick you out of the house instead? You're lovely raccoon wife." She laughs out, barely able to form the sentence without controlling her laughter. I roll my eyes but I cant help smile, I knew very little about this girl but i did know 4 things, 1. She was a terrible liar, introducing herself under a fake name when her name was written under every single one of her drawings, 'y/n' I liked that name, it sounded different yet familiar on my tongue. 2.She might have just saved my life 3. She had a very good taste in candy and 4. we are about to become very, very, very good friends, something I hadn't had in a while. Tell me in the comments if you want to be tagged in the next parts, plus im open to supportive constructive criticism so let me know how i can improve =) taglist: @anarchiii @starlightazriel @velarisdusk @siriuslystyle1989 @scorpioriesling

[eggyboyoart]

I was gonna post a vid on tiktok bc I have more followers there but i'll post it here because-

When I die, I wanna be reincarnated into Redacted Tumblr as a beautiful Lasko/Gavin spicy fic-

Anyway, I drew the D.A.M.N. boys + Imperium AU :D Please look at them, its late and I'm tired.

I also have a speedpaint of them on my yt (eggyboyoart) so if you wanted to look at that as well, I would be rlly happy :))

(TW: Spoilers for Imperium AU)

I wanted Lasko to look super light and soft and cloud-like while also being kind of elegant?? He looks so poofy :D

I hc that he takes rlly RLLY great care of his hair, like- mans has a 23 step routine to keep it untangled and soft :))

The hair routine also helps him relax and de-stress after a long day

I also headcanon that he wears a lot of light, soft sweaters with a button up underneath for that academic soft boy look

In the Imperium AU, he got the scar across his eye from a wayward daemon who tried to attack him in the D.A.M.N. daemon haven.

He wears his hair tied back into a low pony tail to seem more 'professional', bc my mans is the ACADEMY PRESIDENT :D

Imp! Lasko wears a black suit with a white button up and either a red or light blue tie (gotta keep it professional when you're tormenting daemons and chasing after uninterested freelancers :|)

IDK why but whenever I imagine Damien (original timeline), its always with rlly short hair

idk I feel like if he had long hair, it would make him too warm around his neck and that'd make him uncomfortable and grumpy (well, more grumpy than he usually is anyway)

gotta keep the neck open for air flow (and easy access-)

I think he wears a lot of sleeveless clothes (tank tops, sleeveless hoodies, etc and shorts bc of the heat

Damien is a chronic khaki shorts wearer, I'M SORRY-

Imp! Damien is royalty so obvs gotta keep it professional

I feel like he would have other priorities than cutting his hair so it mostly just gets slicked back out of his face

The scar on his neck is from a failed assassination attempt (our boy damien stays livin', unlike Angel-)

I feel like he still wears sleeveless shirts but also wears a fur cape (like, one of those white ones with the black spots with the red velvet) which seems counter intuitive.

I am relieved to say that Imp! Damien doesn't wear khaki shorts :D silver linings, guys-

I wanna start this off my saying, Imp! Huxley might be one of my favourite characters

Hes just, such a piece of shit and I don't want to change him, I want him to stay exactly how he is, thats the POINT-

Freelancer bought him neon jewellery for his lip piercings and he screamed when he got them

also a sweater wearer like lasko but he likes his sweaters to be oversized, but because hes just big, his sweaters are like blankets for regular sized ppl

he has his hair kinda long-ish bc freelancer enjoys playing with it and he likes making his friends happy so he keeps it kinda long just for them-

Imp! Huxley is a piece of shit and we love him for that

He doesn't have friends so his hair is shorter

He probably wears tactical gear/uniform bc he is an enforcer, but its all like a dark green which looks rlly good on him

no neon piercings for Imp! Hux as much as I hate to say it

GAVIN OUR FASHION ICON-

He knows clothes like he knows freelancer's body- IN AND OUT. Hes got that shit LOCKED DOWN

Freelancer gave him the heart glasses as a gift

Gavin never saw the appeal of piercings until freelancer said they would look hot on him, REALLY enjoys all the different types of jewellery

Probably wears patterned button up shirts (with as many buttons undone as possible) with skin tight jean/leather pants

Imp! Gavin dresses like hes homeless, theres no time for fashion when you're trying to survive in an dystopian magic world where everyone hates you :P

I hc that when a Daemon gets low in energy/emotions, they can't keep their 'glamour/human form' up so they forcibly have to take on their more daemonic traits (horns, coloured eyes, markings, tails, claws, etc)

and bc of the shit hole that the Imperium AU world is... :|

I also hc that only sex and sadism daemons have coloured sclera

[writingduhh]

Always cold reader X human heat source BigT

Please it’s fucking -8 where I live

-8?!?! DO YOU LIVE IN ANTARCTICA?! IM SO SORRY 😭😭😭

I’ll do a sort of HC for this, I hope that’s alright! (If you want a longer fic just lmk) Hope you enjoy!!! <3

BigT || Always cold reader X human heat source

▷ Since the beginning of your relationship it was very apparent that Tanner was not affected by the cold. He is from Washington, after all

▷ You, on the other hand, were unable to stand the cold. You’d been that way for as long as you could remember.

▷ Anytime the temperature outside begins to drop you’d find your way into his closet, picking out the biggest / warmest hoodie of his you can find.

▷ He doesn’t mind at all. (Definitely enjoys seeing you wear them)

▷ He is always willing to help warm you up. (Definitely enjoys it)

"I'm so cold," you grumble, sprawled horizontally across from Tanner on the couch. Before he can react, you press your icy feet against him, eliciting a startled shriek.

"Jeez, why are you so cold?!" Tanner exclaims.

"You know how I get," you reply with a laugh.

"Well then, come here," he says, opening his arms to welcome you onto his lap.

▷ Consistently surprises you with 'cozy' gifts that are perfect for staying warm, such as plush blankets, soft, fluffy socks, and comfortably oversized hoodies.

▷ During the colder months, T always starts the car ahead of time and turns on the heater, ensuring it's all warm and toasty before you get in.

▷ At night, he assumes the role of a bed pre-heater. He’ll climb into bed before you, dedicating a few minutes to warming up your side of the bed. Once you're ready to turn in, he gently shifts over, ensuring that you have a cozy, warm spot to curl into immediately.

▷ If you ever find yourself outside and start to feel chilly, he's immediately ready to offer his jacket or hoodie. Should he have no jacket to spare, he’ll instinctively wrap an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to share his body heat.

▷ Mornings are particularly tough for you due to the chill of dawn. T wakes up a bit earlier to bring you a warm cup of coffee or tea

[aylasology]

Underneath The Tree

Tiny little Robin blurb this Christmas. Merry Christmas lovelies<3

"Robin!"

"What?"

Robin chuckled as she held onto your hip tighter, peppering sweet little kisses on your back. Laying her head on the fabric of your hoodie as she looked up at you.

"You're gonna fall with how much you're moving baby," Robin cooed. "Might as well have you in my arms in the process."

You rolled your eyes playfully, the Christmas tree star in the palm of your hand. "Whatever you say Buckley." You replied as you tiptoed to put the star on the very tip of the tree.

It was christmas again, and decorating the studio apartment in which the two of you shared had become so easy now that your girlfriend's decided you shouldn't be alone to decorate it this year.

If only she wasn't so infatuated with how cute you looked in that oversized Christmas sweater.

As your feet went back down to the cold surface of the chair, she had sweeped you off them with no warning. Kissing you all over your cheek and lips. "Robin!" you yelped as she had smothered you in kisses, giggling and blushing as she did so.

"You gonna say anything else but my name, beautiful?" She teased, kissing your jaw and neck. Laying you down on the couch. "You look so adorable in that sweater, like a pretty little present waiting to be unwrapped."

As her kisses further moved down to your neck, your dog, Honey, licks kisses over Robin's cheek. A soft chuckle erupting from the girl.

"Our little girl wants some lovin' too, huh?" she giggled, petting and hugging the dog. "My sweet little girls," she cooed, kissing your cheek and kissing Honey's head. As she played with the dog, you can't help but just admire your apartment and the ones you shared it with.

In her christmas pajamas, Robin sat on the red Christmas rug the two of you bought from a garage sale a while back, a huge green tree in the middle with the words 'Merry Christmas' stitched on it. The two of you had huddled Honey a few hours ago to get her to wear a red Christmas scarf and a Santa hat, currently chewing on her toy as she lay on Robin's lap. Christmas stockings hung on the wall, a mistletoe by the front door, and ferry lights adorning the Christmas tree the two of you made together.

Ginger bread cookies and a gingerbread house lay aimlessly on the kitchen counter. The smell of cinnamon wafting in the air as freshly baked cinnamon buns stacked tall on a plate. Underneath the tree, gifts for each other and for friends and family lay, each carefully wrapped by yours truly a few days prior. Christmas music blasted from a broken record player, Christmas this year is just too perfect.

"All right Honey, lets put you back to bed," Robin chuckled, watching the puppy dozing on her lap. She carried Honey to her bed in the corner, wrapping a little blanket on the dog.

She looked up at the clock, 12am. December 25.

"Merry Christmas love," she cooed, sitting on your lap before kissing you softly, hands cupped on your cheeks as you felt your heart flutter. "I hope you know you're all I'll want this year and every year."

[thedarkcknight]

Day 5 Secret Santa Gift Exchange (Traphouse)

Y/N's POV

Christmas at the Traphouse wasn’t something I ever imagined experiencing, but here I was. The living room glowed with mismatched string lights, and the artificial tree in the corner leaned slightly to the left, its branches weighed down by too many ornaments. It was chaotic, festive, and felt like the perfect reflection of everyone in the house.

I sat cross-legged on the floor, a carefully wrapped box in my lap. Sam Golbach clapped his hands excitedly, his smile as bright as the fairy lights. "Alright, guys! It's time for the Secret Santa gift exchange!"

"Finally," Colby Brock groaned, leaning back against the couch. "This has been the most chaotic week of my life trying to figure out what to get my person."

Corey Scherer snickered. "Yeah, because you put it off until yesterday. I saw you sprinting out of Target like your life depended on it."

"Shut up, Corey."

Everyone laughed, and I found myself relaxing into the warmth of the moment. Jake Webber leaned forward, his hair slightly messy and eyes alight with curiosity. "Okay, but who's going first?"

Aaron Doh raised his hand dramatically. "Me! Me! I can't wait anymore." He grabbed a large gift bag and handed it to Katrina Stuart, who squealed in delight. As she pulled out a soft, oversized blanket with her favorite colors, Aaron grinned. "I figured you could use something comfy while you steal Sam’s hoodie for the hundredth time."

Katrina laughed, throwing the blanket over her shoulders. "This is perfect! Thank you!"

One by one, gifts were exchanged. Corey gifted Devyn Lundy a set of fancy art supplies, while Tara Yummy surprised Jake with a neon sign of his name. Sam gave Colby a box of high-quality candles that he claimed would “make their room smell less like feet,” earning an exaggerated eye roll from Colby.

Finally, it was my turn. I handed my gift to Devyn, who opened it eagerly. Inside was a personalized journal with her name embossed on the cover. She hugged me tightly. "This is so thoughtful! Thank you Y/N!"

When it came time to open my gift, Tara handed me a small, square package wrapped in shiny red paper. Everyone leaned in as I tore it open, revealing a set of Polaroid films and a vintage photo album.

Colby leaned forward, a sly smile on his face. "Okay, I have to admit, I had no idea what to get you, but I figured this would be a good way to remember all the chaos we get into."

"It’s perfect," I said, holding the album close. "Thank you."

The rest of the evening was a blur of laughter, hot cocoa, and arguments over whose gift was the best. By the time the fire in the small hearth began to die down, everyone was sprawled across the couches and floor, sleepy but content.

I glanced around at my chaotic but wonderful friends and smiled. The Traphouse may have been an unexpected place to spend Christmas, but it was definitely one I’d never forget.

[dearstvckyx]

Flufftober | 10.07 |

Fireplace Cuddles - Smii7y ft Octavia

The wind howled outside, sending shivers down your spine. You wrapped your blanket tighter around yourself, glancing at the window and watching the snow swirl in the air like whimsical little fairies. The power had gone out an hour ago, and your world had quickly turned into a winter wonderland—beautiful on the outside, but cold and dreary within.

“Guess we’ll have to make our own warmth,” Jaren had said playfully, his voice breaking through the quiet, punctuated by the crackling sound of the fireplace. He adjusted a few logs inside while Tavia flopped down beside him, her tail wagging in excitement.

“Can’t believe it’s snowing this much already, it’s only October!” you replied, a smile creeping onto your face as you admired how cozy Jaren looked in his oversized hoodie. It had been your favorite to borrow, and seeing him wear it only made it more special.

“Snow-Autumn-day snuggles?” he offered, raising an eyebrow teasingly. You felt your heart skip a beat at the thought. Tavia nudged your hand with her nose, as if to say, “Let’s do it!”

You nodded enthusiastically, letting Jaren pull you closer as you shifted to sit on the floor in front of the flickering flames. The warmth from the fire contrasted with the cold air lingering around you, creating a bubble of comfort amid the storm outside. Tavia nestled between you both, her furry body radiating a warmth of its own.

Jaren reached for the blankets, draping one over the three of you with care. “There we go! Instant fort,” he grinned, pushing his hair back and flashing that infamous mischievous smile that everyone on his channel adored.

“Why do you have to be so cute?” you teased, playfully poking his side. He chuckled and pulled you in even closer, letting you rest your head against his shoulder.

“It's a gift and a curse,” he replied, pretending to sigh dramatically. You both burst into laughter, the sound filling the quiet room with warmth.

As the fire crackled and popped, casting dancing shadows on the walls, you felt a sense of peace settle over you. The outside world faded away as you lost yourself in the enchanting moments—a sprinkle of powdery snow, the soft glow of the orange flames, and the gentle rhythm of Jaren’s breathing.

“Hey, don’t look now, but I think Tavia wants some love,” Jaren said, glancing at the dog who had flopped over for belly rubs. You giggled and dutifully scratched Tavia’s belly, eliciting happy sighs from the fluffy pup.

“I think she’s plotting something,” you smirked, glancing at her with mock suspicion. “Are you trying to steal my cuddle buddy, Tavia?”

“Not on my watch!” Jaren exclaimed, playfully shifting his weight and wrapping his arms tighter around you, trying to protect his cuddles from the furry intruder.

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, yeah. You’re outnumbered.” With a wink, you reached over and gave Tavia a few more pets, causing her to wiggle in delight.

As the conversation drifted from funny video ideas for his channel to childhood stories, you sank deeper into the comfort of this moment. Jaren always had a way of making you feel special, cherished even in the smallest of ways.

“I’m really glad we decided to spend the night together,” he said softly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. His gaze held seriousness beneath the playful façade, and you could feel the warmth spreading in your chest—pure affection wrapped in a cozy blanket of companionship.

“Me too. This is nice,” you whispered, feeling the vibrations from Tavia’s soft snores beneath your hand.

The fireplace crackled and sizzled as the snow continued to fall outside, each flake a tiny masterpiece. Cuddled up with Jaren and Tavia, you felt everything right in the world.

Maybe the power was out, and the cold winds were relentless outside, but here, in this moment, you had warmth, laughter, and a heart full of love. And with that comforting thought, you closed your eyes, ready to drift into a cozy cold dream, snuggled up in your little fort of happiness.

[wrenreid]

Just Acting

Chapter Twenty

Gifts are exchanged, hot chocolate and donuts are consumed, and your mom plays Christmas music on the tv. After getting the wrapping paper in the trash can and cleaning up the living room, you sit on the couch. Your legs are folded under you, and a soft blanket lays over your lap.

Lola plops down beside you after putting her things up in her room. "When are you going back to LA?"

"Trying to get rid of me already?"

"Yeah, obviously," she smiles.

"My plane leaves on the 30th,” you tell her.

"Okay."

"Why do you ask?"

"I don't know, just curious." she shrugs.

"I think I'm going to ask Conner out on a date," You say pressing your lips together.

"Really? I figured you would say you have no time for dating,” she says.

"Well, I don't. But I figured why not start getting out there again?”

She nods. "Have you talked to Matthew recently?"

"Why did you bring him up while we're talking about dating?”

Lola laughs at you. "I was just wondering." She has a small smirk on her face.

"Shut up."

"I didn't say anything!"

"I know what you're thinking, Lola."

She smiles wider, and you roll your eyes.

_____

"Hey! It's Y/n, I was wondering if you'd like to go on a date maybe tomorrow?..... Does that sound stupid?"

"Be more confident," Lola says, leaning over you and your phone. "Demand it."

"I'm not going to demand him to date me!" You chuckle softly.

She laughs. "Fine, but don't say maybe. Let him know you want it, but don't sound desperate."

You nod your head. "I never thought I'd be taking dating advice from a kid who's never even had a real date."

"I have!” she says a bit defensively.

You chuckle again. "Okay, I'm just going to send something before I overthink it."

"Hey, it's Y/n. Let's go on a date soon?" You text Conner.

"Not bad," Lola tells you.

You sigh. "What should we do today?"

"What can we do? Most places are still closed."

It's December 27th, and you're bored at home.

"Ugh," you groan.

"Let's go drive around?"

"I'm down," you say. "Anything to get off this damn couch."

You get up and throw on black sweatpants and an unzipped jacket over your red t shirt. Lola changes out of her pjs, which you both had been in all day, and into gray joggers, a black hoodie, and a black beanie. You both slip on your shoes and head to her car.

Lola drives down random roads and you play dj. After a while, Lola pulls into the parking lot of a gas station and you get slushees. Your dad always thought you girls were crazy because you'd eat or drink cold things in the winter.

The sun is down and it's getting even darker out. Lola drives around some more and you guys just talk about random things and sing at the top of your lungs.

"Well, I have a date tomorrow," you say, taking a sip of your cherry slushee and texting Conner back.

"Ooh nice! What time?"

"Seven."

"So you're going to leave me all night?"

"I'll be gone for like two hours, Lola. Dramatic ass."

She laughs, starting the drive back home.

After about thirty minutes, you're back home and in your sister's bed. You lay down while she sits in a bean bag chair beside her bed.

—————

"If this goes south, text me and I'll act like Mom's dying or something."

You shake your head with a soft laugh. “Thank you, but I think it'll be fine."

You slip on a pair of black high-waited jeans then walk to your closet where you'd hung up some clothes you brought.

"Flannel or blazer?"

"This isn't a business meeting, Y/n."

You press your lips together and nod. "Flannel it is, asswipe." After putting on a white t shirt and tucking it into your jeans, you throw on an oversized black, white, and dark red flannel.

You'd already fixed your hair and put on natural makeup. You sigh, "Dating is so weird. Getting to know people is awkward and annoying. Why can't someone I already know well just me my boyfriend or some shit," you chuckle.

"Because someone who already knows you wouldn't want to be your boyfriend," Lola says. You glare at her. "I'm kidding. Dating in the adult world sounds horrible. It's so much easier in school because you see these people every day."

"And you have so many options," you smile.

"Hey, you could try girls," she winks.

"I've thought about it, just isn't for me I guess."

"Understandable."

"Do I look stupid?" You ask after slipping into sneakers.

"No. You look pretty."

You give her a strange look before saying "Thank you."

She gives you weird finger guns, and you shake your head with a soft laugh.

“Who's kid are you?"

"Yours,” she says.

"God, I hope not."

The two of you laugh softly, and you grab your bag. You head out of your room. "Bye."

"Good luck, don't act stupid."

You roll your eyes and head downstairs.

"Have fun sweetie," Mom says.

"If you need saving, call us."

"Thanks Dad," you say furrowing your eyebrows.

You borrow Lola's car and pull out of the driveway. The restaurant Conner and you decided on meeting at is pretty chill, not too fancy but not like a McDonald's or anything. It's a few miles east from your house. You drive past the suburban Philadelphia scenery, which is mostly nice houses and a bunch of leaf-less trees on either side of the roads.

Eleven minutes later, you pull into the parking lot of the restaurant. It's family owned and fairly small, but it's a nice low-key spot.

Conner is sitting in a booth inside. He smiles at you, and you make your way to sit across from him.

"Hey. You look pretty," he says.

"Thank you, not too bad yourself,” you grin.

"Not going to lie, I was hoping you'd ask me out. I was a bit nervous to ask myself."

"Why?"

"I don't know, you're all superstar now,” he says.

"I am not," you laugh softly. "Still just the random kid from school, except I'm older now of course."

Conner smiles. "You seem different though. Not a bad thing.... so what's it like out in sunny California?"

"A lot different than here," you say honestly.

"I bet."

"What about you? How's the business?" You ask, and he looks confused for a second.

"Oh, it's been going fine."

You nod, pressing your lips together. "Dating is weird," you say out of the blue.

He chuckles. "It really is. So how's Criminal Minds been treating you?"

"It's been really fun."

"Oh c'mon, give me more than that. Any juicy details?"

"You'll have to watch for yourself when it comes out," say with a shrug.

"Lame," he laughs. "I'll admit, I was a little jealous when I saw those pictures of you and that actor Gubler on the internet."

"You were?" You furrow your eyebrows.

"Yeah. I mean, I've always had a crush on you."

"That's a shocker."

"How so?"

"You never said anything in school about it," you tell him.

"What can I say, I was shy."

"Yeah totally, the big basketball star was shy."

He shakes his head. "Around you, I was."

"There's not much to worry about this Gubler by the way,” you tell him with a blush.

"Really? You seemed all heart eyes for him," he laughs.

"That's funny,” you say.

"Okay..."

"What about you? I bet all of your dad's old lady customers are all over you," you giggle.

"Oh, totally. I get my cheeks pinched every day.”

A waiter comes and asks for your drink orders and leaves shortly after.

"Being in show business must be so much fun. I bet there's always something going on."

"Eh I sort of just stay out of it,” you say. “I’m not exactly a big name, so I’m not in all the drama.”

"What about on set though? There's got to be some drama there.”

You shrug. "Mostly just while we're acting. We're a family. No need for dramatics."

"Every family has drama," Conner says.

"Yeah, you would know," you laugh, referring to the family scandal his older sister brought onto them years ago.

"Hey, ouch," he says playfully. "So nothing interesting happens on set?"

You let out a breathy laugh and look at him questioningly. "We mostly just hang out and run lines. Or take naps. Trailer naps are the best."

Conner smiles. "Bet that's not the only thing fun in the trailer."

Your eyes widen. "Conner!"

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Unless you have something to add to that, then I am very curious."

"Shut up," you laugh.

"Hmm not a no."

"No. No," you chuckle, cheeks turning pink.

Your waters come out and the waiter takes your food orders. You decide on a toasted sandwich with fries.

He’s on his phone for a moment. “Sorry, my mom’s texting me about something with the store.”

You tell him it’s no problem and sip your water as the two of you talk a little more. "I'm going to head to the restroom," you excuse yourself and rise from the table.

You get to the restroom and your phone buzzes quickly after washing your hands “Hello?" You answer.

"Hey where are you right now?"

It's Matthew.

"I'm still in Philly," you say with a questioning tone.

"Yeah I know, but are you with someone?"

"That's none of your business, Gu-"

"Y/n, there's this guy who literally just tweeted some shit about you, and it's already blowing up."

"Wait what?" You question, running your hand through your hair while looking in the mirror.

"Are you with someone right now?" He asks again.

"Yeah, yeah this guy I knew in high school, we're on a date."

"Does his name happen to be Conner?"

"Yeah," you say, your chest rising and falling a bit faster.

"Shit. You need to go home."

"What did he say?"

"Don't worry about it, it's just a bunch of lies," he says softly.

"We, l I would like to know what's being spread about me on the internet."

"We'll fix this, Y/n. Just don’t look online right now,” he says, his voice oddly calming.

You nod even though he can't see you. "Right. Okay I'll tell him I have to go. Can you stay on the phone with me?"

"Yeah, of course."

You walk back to the table, not sitting down. "Hey, Conner, my mom needs me to come home," you point to your phone, "Something happened with my sister. It was nice meeting with you."

"Oh okay. We'll pick this up later?"

"Yeah," you muster up a smile.

When you get into your car, you see him watching you from the window. "Can I know what he said now?"

"Just some shit about how you’re a horror to work with and slept with one of your cast-mates in your trailer,” he says.

"What? That's- He was asking me a bunch of questions, I just thought he was making conversation. All I told him was that we were a family."

"He's a journalist, they love making u stuff for and reads.”

Technically one of the things he said wasn’t a lie, but it was not anything anybody was going to know about. You didn’t say it happened, he doesn’t know.

“I feel like a huge idiot."

"No, you're just a small idiot,” he says.

"Very funny, Matthew."

He laughs into the phone and you start the drive home. "When are you coming back to LA?"

"Next week."

"I got those tweets taken down."

"That was fast."

"I'm speedy," he says. “Well, I have people, and my people are speedy.”

"Thank you,” you breathe into your phone.

"Of course. If someone's going to spill the news you had sex in your trailer, it better be me."

You snort. "Shut up.” You sigh softly. “Friends?”

“Friends,” he agree. “I've got to go, my mom and I are taking matching sweater pictures."

You smile to yourself. "Have fun, Gube.”

“And I’m sorry for yelling at you.” Is what you’re about to say before the call ends.

"This is exactly why I hate dating," you say after recapping to your sister what happened.

"Because crazy money obsessed journalists normally spread lies on the internet, I get it, it happens to everyone."

You laugh at your sister, nudging her arm with yours.

While lying in bed, looking up at the ceiling, you realize something about yourself. Matthew annoyed the shit out of you, drove you crazy, and made you mad because you like him. A lot.

You couldn't handle Jordan because he was too comfortable, too boring. And Matthew... well, Matthew is loud and fun and makes you feel things you didn't know were possible.

_____

Lola stares at you with a satisfied smile on her face. She's definitely thinking 'I told you so.' "Just tell him."

"No. Nope. I messed shit up before, I can't afford to do that again. We're finally on good terms... I think, and I don't want to ruin it. And having to kiss someone for work after being rejected does not sound pleasant for me."

"Y/n, just woman up and tell him. You're not in high school anymore, you can't just avoid your feelings," Lila says.

She's right. You really hate when she's right.

"I'll tell him in person. I don't want to do it over the phone, and it'll give me some time to think about what I want to say," you tell her.

Lola nods. "Okay. Deal."

"Feelings are gross," you plop on your sister's bed with an exasperated sigh.

"Yes they are." Lola lays down next to you.

Luckily, you'd been able to go on Instagram and briefly explain the situation from last night's tweets. Most people believed you, and the deal was settled.

You go home tomorrow evening. You were originally going to stay in Pennsylvania until the second, but Aisha and the girls invited you to a New Year's Eve party. 

Lola and you decided to go to the movies together. You got ready and left the house.

The two of you ended up leaving the theater halfway through because of how bad the film was. It made for a good laugh though.

You drove to Sonic and ordered some cheese sticks and milkshakes for you and Lola to eat on the way home.

Since you had less than 24 hours until you left home again, you shared Lola's room with her for the night.

____

On the flight back to LA, you look out of the window at the clouds moving quickly past you. You'd just hugged your family goodbye an hour before.

The plane lands a couple hours later, and you take an uber back to your apartment. You take a deep breath as you walk into the place. It feels good to be back, but you know you'll miss your family soon.

After setting your bags down in your room, you plop down on your own bed. You get a text from Jess not long after saying she wants to see you tonight. You ask her to come over when she can. It's nice to be back with your friends in the noisy city you've gotten so used to.

twenty-one

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Happy Birthday @puzzl-d !

You deserve all the nice things my friend and nothing but happiness. I hope you have a day as wonderful and lovely as you are <3

Have a short fic inspired by your love for catboys as a gift <3 <3

His tail flicked impatiently as he waited for his boyfriends to come home. He looked at the pile of blankets and pillows on the floor once more then sank to his knees to rearrange them for the hundredth time. 

He huffed out a breath as he sat back on his heels, looking around the room which he’d almost completely rearranged for this evening. The sofa had been pushed back against the wall of shelves, the armchair shoved into the corner, all of their cushions missing and now forming part of the huge pile in the middle of the room. 

He’d taken care to include all of his boyfriends favourite things. He had Yami’s favourite furry blanket with its many holes draped over one side of the pile of cushions, Atems favourite plush and oversized hoody on the other. He even had the heating pad on to warm up the cushion pile for Atem too, mindful of his boyfriends eternal hatred of the cold but constant refusal to wear proper clothing. 

Now all he had to do was wait, but for him, waiting was the hardest part. 

He sighed and pushed himself up off the floor, the small bell jingling on his collar as he moved. It was originally just a joke, an offhand comment by Yami that he should wear a bell so they knew where he was in the house after too many occasions of him accidentally scaring his lovers but it had become part of his wardrobe now. 

He loved the way Yami would smile when he saw it, and how Atem would playfully flick it  with his fingers whenever boredom struck to make it ring. 

As he crossed the room his ears flicked back toward the door, the sound of someone walking down the hall of their apartment complex drew his attention but the sound of the footsteps told him it was just their neighbour coming home. 

He placed his hands on the window ledge and peered out of the glass, wondering where his lovers were. 

They’d only gone out for snacks, Yami had insisted on joining Atem because Atem couldn’t possibly be trusted to get his favourite brand of chips or the right kind of ice cream. When Atem had suggested that Yami simply go instead of him, Yami had been offended at the very notion that he should set foot outside and have to socialise alone. 

He smiled to himself as he looked down the street in the direction of the store he knew they’d gone to. They should be back any moment and Yugi was ready to surprise them with an evening of games, movies, snacking and hopefully cuddling. 

They didn’t do this often enough with their busy work schedules and other commitments and he missed it. He missed feeling the heat of his boyfriends either side of him, to have his fur and skin warmed by theirs and be able to enjoy their company without any other distractions. 

He turned away from the window, his long tail curled around his humanoid body instinctively. A nervous habit he had developed years ago when he had moved to the city. 

He ran his hands over the soft fur aimlessly as he tried to be patient for his boyfriends return. It wasn’t that he minded being home alone, in fact, he actually liked it but after the week he’d had at work he just wanted some time with those who loved him most. 

A chance to spoil his boyfriends, to show them how much he cared and reconnect with them in a way which they’d only ever done once before. 

The large nest of pillows and blankets had warmed his heart to see that first time, when he’d come home to both of his boyfriends standing in the hallway, they’d taken his hands and pulled him into the living room faster than he could ask what was happening and dragged him onto the soft pile where they’d proceeded to do nothing but love him for the entire evening. 

He wanted to return that favour and show them that he would do the same for them. 

With a smile on his face, he turned on the TV, loaded up their favourite game and dropped the controllers onto the floor near their nest, making sure everything would be within reach and he wouldn’t have to get back up after they got comfortable unless it was absolutely necessary.

A key in the lock had him jumping to attention, tail fluffing in a defensive reaction to being so suddenly jerked out of his thoughts, ears back and heart beating faster.

“You have such little faith in me.” Atems warm voice soothed him and calmed his body’s reactions. “I would have done just fine on my own.” 

Boots were kicked off, falling with soft thuds onto the mat near the door. 

“You keep telling yourself that.” Yami’s teasing voice made him smile. “But without my help, you’d have been lost.” 

“Hey, I’m capable of doing things.” Atem said, his tone suggesting he was wearing the adorable pout on his face which Yugi knew Yami would do anything to see. His voice became louder as they walked toward the room Yugi was standing in. “Yugi, my love, tell our darling Yami that I’m capable.” 

“You’re proving my point by running to our love.” Yami said. 

Atem entered the room first, saw Yugi standing in the centre over the next of pillows wearing his comfiest clothes and he paused, head tilted to the side, eyes wide and attentive. Yami had to step around him to see what had their boyfriend stuck. 

“Oh.” Yami said, a smile slowly spread over his face, his large black ears standing to attention and tail curling at the end. “A surprise? For us?” 

“Yep.” He smiled, tail flicking happily as he stepped toward his boyfriends. “I know we’ve all been so busy recently and I think we deserve a night off.” 

Atem and Yami looked at each other, huge smiles on their faces as they turned back to him. 

“I agree.” Atem said as he moved closer, dropping the paper bag onto the floor next to the nest then reaching for him. Yugi took his hand and held his other hand out to Yami. “You deserve a night like this.” 

He blushed, his tail quivered excitedly as Atem pulled him closer. Yamis hand brushed through his hair slowly and down the back of his neck, the short fur there standing to attention as his boyfriend's hand passed. 

“You do.” Yami said softly, leaning into him and nudging his head gently under Yugi's jaw, ears rubbing against his neck before he moved away and Atem repeated the gesture on his other side. 

He laughed happily, pulling on his boyfriends hands as he stepped back into the room, the others following him eagerly. 

“Go get changed, then we can get settled and not move for the rest of the night.” He said, dropping their hands and smiling at them. 

There was no response but both of his boyfriends hurried out of the room toward their bedroom and Yugi waited patiently for their return, wondering who would get back to him soonest. 

Atem was obviously the fastest, smiling at him as he stepped back into the room, loose comfy pants covering his legs but no shirt, as usual. His boyfriends body was always a welcome sight though, soft dark orange fur on his sides and lower back blended seamlessly with his brown skin.

He looked comfortable and at ease, but Yugi could tell he was cold. 

The weather was turning after all, and despite them keeping their apartment warm, Atem was never warm enough. 

He scooped up the hoody he’d laid out earlier and held it open for Atem who seemed ready to object but a shiver muted his words. Atem slid his arms into the hoody, a soft purr reached Yugi's keen ears and he laughed happily as Atem turned back to him. 

When Atems arms opened for him he was already meeting him halfway, his hands slid into the open hoody and over Atems soft fur, reaching around to his back as he was pulled closer. 

Atems purr rumbled quietly in his chest and Yugi felt it as if it was his own. He closed his eyes and rested his head against the side of Atems, his chin on his shoulder as he listened to his boyfriends content purrs. 

“Ugh, I leave you two alone for a moment.” Yami’s voice was full of amusement even though he tried to hide it. 

His eyes opened and he saw Yami standing in the doorway, an oversized and long-sleeved shirt hanging perfectly off him and a soft smile on his face. 

“You’re always welcome to join us.” He said. 

Yami smiled as he walked closer, his long fluffy tail swaying behind him with each step until he reached them. Yami leaned against Atems back and nudged his nose against Yugis lovingly, placing a gentle kiss to his lips before moving away and stepping around them. 

“Come on you two.” Yami said. “Stop delaying the inevitable.” 

“And what’s that?” Atem asked as he stepped away from him. 

Yugi turned to find Yami sitting in the nest of pillows smiling smugly up at them, game controllers in his hands. 

“Me beating you both.” Yami said. 

“Oh, don’t make me have to take you down.” Atem said with a laugh as he took his place on the other side of the nest. 

“You couldn’t even if you tried darling.” Yami said smugly. 

“Relax you two.” Yugi said as he sat down between them, taking a controller from Yami and leaning back against the pillows behind him. “If anyone’ll be beating you, it’s me.” 

“I love that confidence.” Atem said with a laugh, shuffling closer to him as he leaned back and looked up at the TV in front of them. 

Yami laughed and settled on his other side, starting the game. 

………..

The games had long since finished, all three of them more content to just lay together and do nothing instead of having to think. 

Yugi wasn’t complaining. 

He sighed happily as Yami brushed his face against his shoulder, a large black ear flicked him in the chin and he laughed. His hand slid down Atems hoody and under it, brushing through soft orange hued fur. 

“This is nice.” He said softly. Yami hummed in agreement and Atem laughed, his lips brushing against the side of his neck. 

“It is.” Atem said, a quick kiss was placed above his collar and he laughed. “You always take such good care of us.” 

“I love you both.” He said, rubbing his head against Atem then turning to do the same to Yami. “So much.” 

“We love you too.” Yami said happily, shuffling closer and rubbing his head under his jaw. 

He knew what he was doing, as did Atem, but he also knew that Yami wouldn’t actually ask for what he wanted. He looked at Atem who smiled at him mischievously then they both moved at the same time. 

Atem used his hold on Yamis hand to pull him over Yugi whilst he slid to the side fast enough for Yami to fall between him and Atem, his expression forced into one of shock but they both knew that Yami wasn’t really shocked at what they’d done. 

He knew that Yami was right where he wanted to be. 

With a laugh he curled around his boyfriend, his tail claiming one of Yamis legs just because he could. He rubbed his head against Yami, his ears brushed against his soft skin and through styled hair. 

He knew Atem was doing the same and Yami tried to swat at them both but the deep rumbling purr he could hear and feel gave away just how much he enjoyed the attention. 

Atem answered with a loud purr and small chirping sound which Yugi adored hearing. Yugi didn’t purr, he wasn’t sure he could, but he did answer his boyfriends sound with one of his own, smiling when Yami answered him too.  

He smiled when he felt Atem take his hand which was resting over Yamis stomach, he looked up to find Atem smiling softly at him, his eyes closed in a slow blink which Yugi mirrored. 

Yami laughed under them and nudged his head against Atems, demanding his attention and Yugi was only too happy to let Yami have this moment. He had all the love he needed after all just being here with these two people who had changed his life for the better. 

He dropped his head to nuzzle against the soft black fur on the side of Yami’s neck, rubbing his face affectionately against his boyfriends and letting the resulting purr warm his heart whilst his boyfriends and the blanket nest around them warmed his body.

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If you guys like catboys, and boys having a good time, you should 100% go check out the wonderful Monarch fic Puzzle is writing at the moment- Strawberry