#because this is a made for tv hallmark movie

[clonerightsagenda]

kittilumpo said: Planet 51 (2009) starring Justin Long and Dwane The Rock Johnson

Certainly a variation on this theme although aliens would not be bound as signatories to the OST. Also this

green extraterrestrials live peacefully in a society reminiscent of the United States during the 1950s

fills me with disgust. Could they not put any effort in whatsoever

[celesteleoves]

“YOU CAN LAUGH?”

RYOMEN SUKUNA X reader

summary: in which, sukuna rarely shows his emotions but you caught him laughing, much to his dismay.

warnings: swearing, mentions of killing (jokes made by sukuna), fluff, A LOADDDD OF DIALOGUE!!. ooc sukuna… this was not proofread.

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“was that a laugh?” you stared at sukuna in shock, eyes wide with disbelief as the man beside you rolls his eyes.

“no, i don’t know what you are talking about.”

“you just did! ryomen, i can still see a smile on your face right now.”

he turns his head away from the tv infront of you two that blasted some hallmark movie that you two lazily put on, just to make fun of it. it was mostly you cracking jokes, sukuna calling you stupid, and you laughing at your own jokes.

until now you noticed you weren’t the only one who laughed at your jokes, you swear sukuna laughed! he can deny it all he wants but a chuckle did in fact leave his mouth.

truth be told, he never shows any happy emotions, he is always stoic or saying a remark that will leave everyone running away from him in a second.

“no. i never laugh around you, you are not that amusing.”

“don’t try and deny it ryomen, i see your eyes sparkle when you find something amusing.”

“you are incredibly delusional.”

“no- hey! you’re smiling!”

“you must be hallucinating.”

a small smile was present for a split second on sukuna’s face before he masked it with a grimace and a retort back to your comments.

“you are imagining things, y/n.”

“i saw that hint of a smirk, you can not fool me.”

“my face is incapable of such emotions, you must be tired.”

you turned in your seat to squint your eyes at him, he won’t ever admit it! if he says he laughed, it’ll hurt his pride. now, you just have to pester him and hope he laughs again.

“well, sukuna, your face needs some training because it definitely just betrayed you right now,”

“fine. i might’ve been a tad bit amused. don’t ever get used to it though.”

“too late. i’m gonna do everything in my power to make you laugh so hard you won’t be able to breathe!”

“you know what else will make it hard to breathe?”

“what?”

“me suffocating you.”

“i’d like that-”

“no.”

you grinned at him as he scowled you, man, he can be quite moody sometimes. now you’re starting to believe he can’t laugh or be nice EVER. you like a little challenge, though.

“i can make you laugh so hard you’ll snort.”

“oh yeah? snort? that’s different. go ahead, try.” he challenged you, a barely visible smirk present on his face that you ALMOST missed.

“oh, i will. just wait. don’t say i didn’t warn you when you snort!” you pause and noticed the barely visible hint of amusement on his face, “see! i can see you beginning to smile already.”

“i find you amusing but that does not mean anything.”

“oh, really sukuna? to me, it means the whole universe! you’re beautiful eyes that gleam, your smile, your perfect pearly whites, the deep chortle you let out rambunctiously; it’s the key to my heart!” you exaggerate your words, adding unnecessary points that even have you cringing at your words as you try to ignite a reaction out of him.

“trying to charm me, huh? laying it on thick aren’t you.”

“i have a way with words, you can’t resist my allure and attractiveness that spills from them.”

he stares at you in confusion and amusement, what are you even doing?

“don’t flatter yourself too much, brat. it takes a while for me to be swayed.”

“i’m aware of your stubbornness, trust me. i won’t stop though, it’s entertaining watching you struggle to hold your breathe trying not to laugh.”

“you like watching me suffocate? that’s sadistic.”

“look who’s talking now.”

“alright. you cannot get me to laugh, if you can’t tell already. give up now.”

“no! never, not until i’ve made you laugh and gained your love.”

“my love?- whatever, nice try, flirt. your charm isn’t working.”

you roll your eyes and push his shoulder teasingly, a smile already on your face as you turn away from sukuna to grab a drink.

little do you know, the man beside you is grinning secretly, letting out a quiet laugh at your previous conversation.

he also enjoyed the compliments, he won’t tell you that though.

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a/n: this got cut short :( i was going to make it longer but it was 2:14 am when i made this. anyways, i hope it was alright and this was just a tester so i could try and see how i liked writing sukunas character!

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[lexirosewrites]

Moviestars AU (?) steddie A/B/O

No, but like they're filming a christmas movie. Not sure abt the time period I'm thinking 90s to 2000s

A!Eddie didn't end up making it as a rock star, he ended up getting famous from comedy. He went out to LA & found himself performing stand up on the side. He worked his way through the comedy club scene around LA till he found himself in front of a bored director & then he was on a movie set as a ten line character in some buddy comedy movie. Then he found himself on another movie set, then another movie set, and then suddenly before he knew it he was considered a legitimate movie star. He played up the wannabe rock star who was too goofy persona, wore something leather at every event, got multiple piercings on both ears, doesn't hide his tattoos he even gets more as the years go by, and he now had a multitude of rings tht weren't costume jewelry.

Eddie proves himself as a srs actor by starring in a few horror movies. Even got to show off his skills on the guitar. He's made a lot of money, he bought Wayne some land with a house out in Montana, and he owns a house of his own in the Hills. When his agent A!Chrissy slides a christmas movie script his way he actually laughs. She convinces him to read the script before he thinks to reject it bc it did have to go thru her critical eye before she even brought it to him. So he gives it a read not long after chrissy leaves.

It's not what he's expecting. The movie is set entirely inside a mountain hotel at christmas (think hunting lodge aesthetics), guests & workers find themselves in the midst of a blizzard christmas eve, his character is the manager of the hotel & he largely features as the narrator of three different christmas stories happening among the other characters, till the end which is a large party for the guests & the audience learns the manager was flirting w the baker from the town who got trapped by the blizzard throughout the movie and it ends w them kissing under the mistletoe

Eddie gives it thought & ends up agreeing to the role. Chrissy gets his contract finalized, and the read throughs begin. He quickly learns its something of an ensemble cast with multiple big names playing characters featured throughout the movie, till he meets the actor playing the baker & he doesn't recognize him.

O!Steve is a movie star, of a sort. He's a hallmark darling so to speak. He's often cast in romantic straight to TV movies done on a shoe string budget, he isn't often the lead. there's a running gag tht his characters have to have a scene where he's cooking or baking. It started as coincidence but now it's become a pattern tht has turned into a larger meta inside joke. When he gets asked to act in an actual movie full of big names & big studios backing the budget he says yes simply because Hallmark wasn't in filming season quite yet.

Anyway Steve is cast as the baker trapped from leaving the hotel from the blizzard.

Read through goes well, and he ends up having good screen chemistry w Eddie. Filming has its ups and downs, but steddie end up falling in love inbtwn takes... so much so tht the morning after the wrap party they go to the nearest courthouse. The news tht they're married is supposed to b kept secret till the movie premiere, only for Eddie to reveal their relationship by accident on a morning talk show when he slips up by saying he & Steve r spending time w his Uncle Wayne for the winter holidays. The PR team is able to spin it in a way tht leads to the movie getting an even bigger box office turn out when it comes out around December 10th

Steddie don't pay this much mind by the time the movies out bc they're having Christmas at Wayne's farm & have a wrapped box for the old man filled with 3 positive pregnancy tests & an ultrasound image

HALLMARK ROMCOM ACTORS STEDDIE OMEGAVERSE LET’S FUCKING GOOOOOO!!!!

[tokkiwrites]

summary: You're caught off guard when Wade calls you 'puppy'. He's even more shocked when he realizes how much it actually affects you in all the right ways. tags: pwp, established relationships, afab reader, pet play themes, degradation, dry humping, choking, cum eating, masturbaton (m receiving). /ᐠ - ˕ -マ⁩ authors note 𑁯 ✿ happy spookytokki kinktober!! my first deadpool fanfic yay!!! its kind of short, only 1.8k words but i hope you enjoy this nonetheless. not betad!

The soft glow of the TV flickers across the living room, casting shadows on the walls as you curl up next to Wade on the couch. The evening is unusually quiet, a break from the chaos that follows him around like a storm, something you'd gotten used to. His arm is draped gently over your shoulders, and your head rests against his chest, the steady rise and fall of his breathing making you feel safe, even when you know that quiet never lasts long with Wade. he keeps you safeㅡ you just wish he'd keep himself too.

Wade was flipping through channels with a practiced boredom, sighing dramatically every few seconds. “How is there nothing on TV? Hundreds of channels, and I still can’t find anything to keep my superior intellect entertained.”

You roll your eyes, leaning over to steal a piece of popcorn from his bowl. “Maybe because you’ve seen every movie that involves crazy inhuman acts at least ten times.”

“Or,” he says, pointing at you with mock seriousness, “they just don’t make ‘em like they used to. I mean, where’s the drama? The art? The—” He pauses, turning to look at you with a grin. “I’m just kidding. I’m way too distracted by your cute face to care about movies right now.” and you can't help but blush. it felt stupid, but he made you feel like you were a teenager in love all over again.

Wade shifts beside you, stretching his legs across the coffee table with a satisfied groan. “Ah, domestic bliss. You, me, questionable snacks, and the delightful sound of my own voice,” he says, breaking the silence. “Does it get any better than this? No bullets, no explosions… I’m practically a whole new Wade.”

You smile, leaning into his shoulder, the smell of his cologne and a faint trace of gunpowder still clinging to him. “You sure you’re okay with a quiet night in? I mean, I know you’ve got that... thing where you need constant action.”

“I am fully committed to this lifestyle,” Wade declares, patting your leg as if sealing the deal. “I’ve already planned out our entire evening: sit, snuggle, snack, snarky commentary, and then maybe I serenade you with my totally above-average karaoke skills. You’ll swoon, I’ll catch you, and we’ll live happily ever after. It’s like a Hallmark movie, but with better one-liners.”

You laugh softly, shaking your head at his antics. “Swooning’s a big maybe. And since when do you plan things?”

“Since I started dating a woman who demands excellence,” he says, giving you a dramatic, exaggerated wink. “I’m a changed man, baby. No more flying by the seat of my pants… unless those pants are on fire. Which, you know, happens more often than you’d think.”

"Let's just watch the movie, Wade." You whisper softly whilst planting a gentle peck on his lips.

A few minutes later, the credits of some random action movie roll on the screen, and you stretch, deciding to get up and grab a drink from the kitchen. “Do you want anything?” you ask, looking over your shoulder.

Wade leans back into the cushions, folding his arms behind his head. “Nah, I’m good. Thanks, puppy.”

You freeze mid-step, your hand gripping the edge of the counter, the word clinging to you like a spell. puppy? Your heart skips a beat, and you can feel the warmth creeping up your neck to your cheeks. The way it rolled off his tongue, like he didn’t even realize he’d said it, but it hits you harder than you’d like to admit, making your core burn up in an instant.

Turning around slowly, you glance at him, but Wade is staring at the TV, completely unfazed, as if calling you ‘puppy’ is the most normal thing in the world. “what did you just call me?” you ask, your voice coming out quieter than you intended, the heat washes over you.

Wade raises an eyebrow, turning to you with a smirk. “Huh? Oh, puppy? Yeah. What, you don’t like it?” He stretches his legs out a bit more, clearly enjoying the fact that he’s caught you off guard. You feel your face get even warmer, and you stammer, “I—I didn’t say that. It’s just… I didn’tㅡ” you stumble and get tangled in your own words.

His smirk grows, and he tilts his head as if he’s just made the most fascinating discovery. “Oh,” he says, drawing out the word. "you don’t mind it, huh, puppy?" Your stomach flips at the way he says it again, with just enough teasing in his tone to send your nerves into overdrive. You quickly busy yourself with grabbing a glass of water from the kitchen, hoping he won’t notice how flustered you’ve gotten.

But Wade is Wade, and of course, he notices. He’s grinning now, watching you with amused eyes as you awkwardly sip from your glass. It's like he can smell it on you. “You’re so cute when you’re all flustered, you know that?” he adds, still teasing. “Should I call you ‘puppy’ more often?”

You shake your head, trying to will away the blush on your cheeks, but you can’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. “No… I mean, maybe. I don’t knowㅡ I'm sorry, it's weird." he laughs, sitting up and pulling you back down onto the couch beside him. “Too late." he chirps, voice dropping down an octave.

You bury your face in your hands, trying your best to ignore the growing wetness in your panties. "Maybe I'll get you one of those cute collars, with a bell...make you crawl on all fours around the house, hm?" you let out a shaky breath, mumbling a soft 'Wade' as his hands snake around you and up your back, his rugged palm finally in your hair. "You'd want that, huh? be my good little puppy." the ringing in your ears picks up, heart running wildly in your chest as a hursh tug of you locks pulls you off of wade. "Show me."

"Whㅡ?"

"Show me you're a good pet, baby. Show me you deserve to have me as an owner." oh, and how your pussy flutters at his words, eyes wider than before, pupils fully blown out and lips puffy from how much you've bitten them. "You wanna make me proud, right?" you let yourself play his little dirty game, arousal coating your very being. "Y-Yes?"

"Yeah? Get down. On your knees, c'mon." You quickly obliged, not wanting to waste any more moments. the way his eyes scanned you, top to bottom as you kneeled in front of him, as if waiting for a treatㅡ it drove him mad.

"I want you to hump my leg." you choke a bit on your own breath. "Wade whatㅡ?" but he quickly shuts you up with a gentle slap to the mouth with the back of his hand. "Do dogs talk? I don't think so...They take orders and do as they're told." you gulp the knot in your throat, wades dark voice making each hair stand up on your body. something about this was so exciting, so new.

you hesitate at first, but with a few breaths in you scoot yourself over so that your clothed cunt is now directly on top of his foot, the sudden pressure on your swollen bud making you whimper. wade can't help but smile seeing you like this. his hand reaches out to the other end of the couch where a leather belt laid for the past few days. in a few moves the accessory is wrapped snug around your throat, with wade holding one end of it.

"Look so pretty like this, puppy. Go on now." he motions you to move. you slowly start rocking your hips, your knees already aching from the rough carpet underneath you, but the pain hurt so good mixed with the friction and heat from your underwear. the belt tightened as wade pulled on it, earning a soft gasp from you. "Faster, show me you want it."

and show you do. in a few second your speed picks up, breasts bouncing as you chase your high. your eyes are teary, vision blurry and mouth wide open as you gasp for air. the belt was digging into your skin, you knew you'd be bruised for the next few days, but you didn't care. "Open your mouth, pup." You're quick to obey, and the moment your lips part wade leans in closer only to spit right onto your lulled out tongue. "Swallow." he's stern and rough with his words and actions, leaning back as he watches you fuck yourself onto his leg. he enjoyed seeing you like this, nothing behind your eyes, just the thought of pleasing him. "You look so dumb right now, baby." he laughs, tugging harder at the belt. "I thought i needed to get you cockdrunkㅡ turns out i don't even need to give you any dick. there's literally nothing else in that small puppy brain of yours, huh?"

you whine and whimper as you feel your orgasm near, wades words only amplifying that feeling. you couldn’t even form a sentence. you didn’t even try. it felt perfect like this, at his feet. "Keep your tongue out." he commands, as he reaches his hand into the boxer shorts he was wearing and pulling out his erect shaft. the tip was leaking, and you swear it was harder than you've ever seen before. wades hand wraps tightly around the base of it, and gives it a few pumps as he watches you continuously rub yourself onto him. "Poor pussy, baby. probably so needy for this cock, hm?" you mumble a few incoherent 'yes's, fingers gripping tightly at his thighs. "Want me to come on you, pup? make you clean it up after, lick it all up like the good doggy you areㅡ shit." you were so close, you could barely hold your head up anymore.

"Fuckㅡ that's right, pup, earn it. Earn my come." he groans, stroking himself, veins pulsing, hips bucking up into his hand. your moans fill the room, the fuzzy feeling in your brain getting harder to overcome. thats when you feel it ripping through you, that familiar feeling that was pulled in your core now erupting like a million fireworks. your eyes roll back as you mindlessly keep moving your body. you hear wade mutter a harsh 'fuck' before you feel warm drops fall onto your tongue, face and chest, then trickle down. you try your best to swallow whatever you can as you both sit like that, breathless for a few second.

"And I thought I had weird kinksㅡ"

"Wade!"

[rottedghuleh]

Deadly Prank - Danny Johnson x F! Reader

Words: 2.96 K

Setting: It's Halloween night and you're home alone when you get a prank call from your roommate Danny.

Warnings: NSFW, Minors do not interact! Fingering (f! receiving), some knife play, tit play, vaginal sex, smut.

A/N: This is probably going to be my first time actually posting a fanfic on here. It's going to be kinda slow, not going straight into the NSFW. I've been writing for awhile, just never got around to actually posting. Anyways, sorry for the steaming, hot sin and I'm open to requests!

"It's Halloween night! C'mon, you're supposed to be dressing up and going partying!" Your friend was almost mocking you through the phone. You had decided not to go to the Halloween party that night due to your ex possibly being there. He caused enough shit for you and you already made an agreement with him that you would never be around him again. Not really an agreement, but more of a promise because he wouldn't dare even agree with you on boundaries. "I don't want to go. You already know why." Your voice was sharp when speaking, you wanted to get your opinion across your friends thick skull.

"Find then, puss. I'll make sure to send you some pics from the party." And with a click, it was silent again, she had hung up on you yet again out of not getting her way. You settled back on the couch, flicking through the various channels on the television. Most of the channels were playing horror movies and classic slasher films since it was Halloween day. Besides Hallmark, playing the cheesey romance Halloween romcoms that they always played. With an annoyed sigh, you tossed the remote onto the floor, settling on watching Rob Zombie's version of Halloween. A wonderful version of the classic.

Everything seemed perfect for a moment, you, a good movie, a soft blanket, and popcorn. The smaller moments of peace are what made you happy when your roommates weren't around. All of that was instantly ruined when your phone started that annoying ass buzzing again. You almost put it on mute until you caught the glimpse of your friends name from earlier and her profile picture popping up. She was calling again? Usually when she got pissy, she wouldn't talk to you again. Maybe this time it was an actual apology instead of a "fuck you, I hate you" from her.

"What do you want?" You answered after making her wait until the last second before the call went straight to voicemail. Because if she was going to be petty, so were you. You turned the phone on speaker, resting it against your chest as you turned your attention to the TV.

Nothing. Silence.

The call was just silent. Maybe just a butt dial? "Hey! You there, asshole!" You yelled into the phone, knowing that when you did that, you pissed her off. Still nothing, but in some sort of response, heavy breathing. It sounded like the breathing was coming from one of those cheap, plastic Halloween masks that scare actors would wear at scare attractions. This was probably a prank. It was probably one of the guys your friend hooked up with messing around with you. "Very funny. Call me when-" You were cut off by a wet sound from the other side of the call.

It sounded like someone had spilled water on the floor, or your friend had booty called you while she was puking from being shit faced drunk. "She's was a pretty girl, y'know?" A gruff, deeper voice at the other end of the phone wasn't what you were expecting. "It's a shame she was out by herself. Right outside your house too. How pathetic."

You quickly hung up. You didn't even bother hearing the rest. Whoever was pulling this joke on you was absolutely sick if they thought this was hilarious. You could still feel the lingering, darker thoughts at the back of your mind. "What if she was in danger and I just left her?", you had though to yourself. You quickly pushed the thought as you turned your attention back to the TV. Surely it was a joke. A damned sick joke. It all felt so surreal, until your phone buzzed again with the call.

"Who ever the fuck you are, stop! This joke isn't funny!" You answered, your anger and fear making you more hostile than needed. "Woah, woah. Settle down, baby girl. Just wanted to chat." The voice on the phone paused for a moment. "You hang up against and I'll gut you like a god damn pig, got it?" His words were immediate ice down you spine. You were tempted to hang up, but in a way, you were actually fearing for your life.

"You were the last person your little friend called. You denied her proposal to come with her to that little college frat Halloween party. You could've saved her, but she died alone." The voice had started to chuckle, low, deep, taunting you with the underlying guilt you now had. He was right, but in a sense of him trying to manipulate into feeling guilty. "She was alone. Just like...you." The lights cut out, everything blended in with the darkness of the night besides the faint blue glow of your phone screen lighting your face.

All was silent except for the panicked breathing that was now coming from you. You were praying to whatever god that existed that it was just a shitty prank from your roommates. "I recommend you hide, sweetheart."

Click.

He was gone and you were left alone in the mind numbing silence that followed. You looked around to check if any of the blinds were open, thankfully, they were not. So whoever was outside, couldn't see you. You darted upstairs, your hands trembling on the railing as you practically had to drag yourself upstairs. You were so panicked that you just wanted to collapse and cry. Tears burned in your eyes. The cool air was harsh on your lungs, leaving a burning effect. You paused as you heard something. Was that footsteps? Fucking Christ, that was footsteps. You let out a panicked scream as you heard the heavy steps crashing across your apartment to where you were on the stairs. It was so dark you couldn't see.

You ran away like a frantic, blind bat. Grasping at anything and everything you could to lead your way to your bedroom. That was your safe place, you need to get to the fire exit in your room to climb out of your apartment. The footsteps behind you stomped and moved like a mad man. You glanced over your shoulder just in time to see the figure slide and clash into the wall. He was moving so fast that he was slamming into everything to get to you.

The mask.

God dammit, you knew that mask. Your roommate, Danny, was wearing it for Halloween. He was still chasing after you like a chicken with it's head cut off and you still felt like you were about to either pass out or shit your pants in fear. Your breathing came out in a panting force as you ran up the stairs and down the hall to your room, slamming the door. It was too late, Danny had grabbed the door frame, you accidentally smashing his fingers in the door. He let out a pained grunt, throwing the door open. The sound was deafening when the door slammed up against the wall.

Welp, that was going to be an issue with the landlord, a hole in the wall. But did that matter to you or Danny right now? Not at all. You were too panicked by the prank going too far. Danny grabbed a fistful of your shirt, lifting you and tossing you to the bed like you were a toy. As you hit the bed, you let out a harsh grunt as the pain shot through your body. "Fuck you, Danny. Really!?" You yelled out, still panting hard. You felt like you wanted to cry from the amount of fear he had caused you. You actually thought you were going to die.

Danny chuckled deeply, pulling off his mask. He seemed, probably as equally as much as you were, scared. "Jesus Christ. I got scared cause I thought you'd call the cops on me." You both ended up laughing hysterically from the fear on both sides, both his face and your's covered in sweat. "You're a cute little thing when you run like that." Danny teased, one of his gloved hands gripping your legs. That was him. Flirting just because. In all honesty though, your relationship with him was rather unique. You'd go weeks without contact and as soon as he got back, he would be railing you until you saw stars.

Once the adrenaline from the fear slowly fades into a dull thrum in your skull, you finally allowed yourself to calm down for a second. You still wanted to slap the hell you of Danny for scaring you so badly. "Sorry, baby." He finally said, his hands lifting one of your legs up where he could slowly rub the muscles in your thighs. "Is a rub supposed to be compensation for scaring the piss out of me?"  You said as you laid your head back against the bed, closing your eyes and letting him work out the knots in your muscles. Not that you were complaining, it did feel nice. "Maybe. I could do more?" Danny questioned on return, it was more of a asking permission question than it was just a normal rhetorical one.

You just nodded, wanting to see where this was going to lead to. You could already somewhat guess where it was going to go, it started with the dull, burning ache that was in your core. The only cure to that? Danny. Danny smirked at your silent answer, but that wasn't going to satisfy. He wanted to hear you say it. "No, no, baby girl. I want you to say it. Say for me, 'yes, Danny'." You rolled your eyes at his response, a snort of laughter coming from you. "Yes, Danny. We can do more." And with your works, a grin split across Danny's face. He already had it dead set in his mind that he was going to ruin you. Inside and out. He gripped your ankle, lifting your leg up into the air so your legs would remain open wide just enough where he could see the outlines of your folds through your shorts.

"Do as a say. Sit still. And remember, scream for me." Danny pulled one of his gloves off, his calloused hands moving down the smooth curves of your thigh, inching closer to your core. You were already squirming as his fingers teased you, your hips bucking outwards. "I said, sit still." Danny's other hand came down, pushing your hips down into the mattress, locking you in place. "Maybe I don't want to. Maybe I just want you to fucking fill me already." You shot back. It was your first time being a brat with him, not listening to his words. Danny glared down at you, a mix of anger and surprise at your sudden behavior.

"Then maybe-" Danny paused as he reached under the robe of his costume he was still using, gripping the cool, wooden handle of his pocket knife. He brought it out, waving it in front of your face as it came open with a click. "You'll learn how." Danny held the handle of the knife in his mouth before using his hands to push your legs apart. He kept his gaze on you the entire time as he took the knife back out of his mouth. Danny hooked the thin fabric of your pajama shorts and panties with the knife. With one quick movement, it was cut open, and you were left exposed to his burning gaze and the cool air. "Such a pretty little pussy." Danny cooed to you, almost like he was simply trying to own you with his words.

You could already feel yourself tremble with anticipation, the burning in your core getting stronger by the minute. It was such a burning, hot, almost painful feeling between your hips. The familiar coiling in your stomach was taking place. Danny's fingers were already sliding between and spreading a part your wet folds. "Danny, please." God, you were already begging like a little bitch and he hadn't even done anything to you yet. Danny's dark eyes flicked up to your's, meeting your pleading gaze. "Begging already?" He wasn't going to make you wait, he was already growing desperate enough when his erection was so tight in his pants that it was almost painful for him. Danny's fingers delved into your pussy, eliciting a shuddered moan from your lips. He used the thickness of his fingers to his advantage, using one of them to ring around the outside of your entrance to stretch it out before adding a second finger. You felt the sting of him stretching you out, preparing yourself so it wasn't so hard to take his cock later on.

With each curl, pump, thrust of his fingers, it brought out a new wave of wetness out of you that coated your slit along with Danny's fingers. "God damn, you're fucking perfect. Y'know that?" Danny brought his fingers out, making you release a small whimper from your quivering lips. Your inner walls now clenched at the sudden emptiness. Danny kept a steel grip on your thigh to keep you from closing your legs while his other hand was busy unbuttoning his pants. Your legs parted more, raising up your aching entrance up to Danny. "Remember what I said at the beginning?" Danny asked as he fumbled with his pants with shaking hands, eventually his erection sprang out, bobbing between your legs.

"You said... listen to you, sit still." You knew there was something else you couldn't quite remember. You were too focused on his throbbing member that rested against the hood of your clit, Danny rubbing it against you slowly enough where the precum beading at the top would slicken you up. "That's not all, doll. I said to do as I said, sit still-" Danny paused as he gripped his cock, tapping the pink, swollen head against your clit, making you moan out. "And scream for me." With that, Danny lined himself up, sliding his cock into your aching pussy inch by agonizing inch. You were going to scream alright, you already wanted to scream as he bottomed out inside you, his cock head kissing up against your insides. Your moans were already music to his ears, providing him with enough determination where he wanted to fuck you senseless. So he did. Danny let out a deep growl with each long, hard, deep thrust, slowing building up speed. The jolt of electric pleasure caused your eyes to roll back and flutter shut, making you hiss through your teeth. The sounds of your pussy taking in every single inch of Danny's cock so well filled the room.

"Fuck, Danny! Fucking hell!" You mewled and whimpered out, your limbs hooking around Danny to hold on for dear life. Danny had to keep himself from yelling right along with you, his main focus was your own pleasure. With a quick pull, Danny yanked up your shirt, revealing your breasts up to him. Your nipples grew hard at the sudden exposure to the cool air. Danny's mouth immediately found your nipples, sucking on them like a starved man. This added on more and more of that intense coil burning heavily inside you, causing you to desperately to crave release. The feeling of his lips and tongue working over your breasts, leaving dark red bruises across your skin, combined with his cock pumping into you with reckless abandon, was already growing to be too much. You were so desperate, crying out to Danny as an orgasm wrecked your body, your moans growing louder with growls. The electric pleasure shot straight up through your body, felt like it was bouncing from your core, to your hips, and up to your breasts.

"Good girl, fucking beautiful girl." He wasn't done quite yet, Danny was going to make sure you were going to be ruined by the time he was done with you. A quivering, wet puddle of nerves. His hands were all over you, clenching at your ass, pulling them apart in desperation to try to get even deeper inside you, up to your breasts where he moved his mouth away. Danny panted heavily with each of his rough thrusts into your wet slit, a string of saliva connecting his mouth from your nipple. "Fuck, oh fuck. Fuck, you have great tits, great body, great everything, baby. Just a bit longer." The praises fell and moans of pleasure slipped out of his mouth, his face buried between your tits as he mumbled soft words of praises to you. Danny could already feel his cock start to throb, indicating that he was about to either paint your insides or will have to pull out of you.

But Jesus fuck you felt good.

Your pussy was so warm, so wet, it felt like it was almost begging for Danny to just cum right there inside you. He let out desperate, whining sounds as the friction of your inner walls clamped right around Danny's cock. Everything eventually all came crashing down right to him, his hips jerking back quickly, his cock leaving you empty with a wet pop. Danny grunted as his thick, hot seed sprayed out against your pussy up to your lower stomach.

He collapsed right on top of you, you both left a panting, steaming mess of exhaustion and nerves. Your hands interlocked into Danny's hair, pressing your cheek up against his head. You could feel the burning pleasure you once had slowly fading into a dull hum, your emotions and everything finally coming back to you over again. Danny fucking the sense out of you felt great and all, but you were left with one thing as your mind cleared up.

"What the hell did you do to my friend?"

[astrophileous]

hi! is there any chance you could write a scenario for spencer with a plus sized reader? love your writing! congrats on the milestone and happy birthday month 💕

tyyy so much anon 🥺❤️ I hope you're happy with how this turned out 💞

Warning(s): fem!plus-sized!reader; I legit think there's no warning for this. not even swearing. but pls lmk???

This blurb was written as a part of the "Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K" celebration.

Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K Masterlist / Criminal Minds Masterlist

Spencer looked down when he felt you shuffle against him. "Cold?"

The two of you were lounging on the couch with Spencer sitting on one of its end and your head leaning on his chest. Your legs were curled up on the cushion underneath a tiny blanket, the flimsy material barely doing anything as you pressed yourself even closer towards your boyfriend, trying to chase the warmth from his body heat to combat the chill running down your spine. Spencer noticed what you were trying to do and instantly tugged at the other blanket on his lap, laying the material gently around you and smiling when he heard you sigh in appreciation.

"What about you, Spence?"

"I'll be fine. I run hot."

"Mmh. Can't argue with that."

Spencer squeezed your thigh in response to your cheeky remark, your whole body shaking in laughter before you focused your attention back on the TV screen ahead.

It was a rarity for Spencer to find himself home safely at 8 o'clock on a Friday night, not to mention to have you home at the same time as him instead of at the ER tending to patients. On nights like this, Spencer made sure to always cherish the time with you in whatever way you liked, even if it meant he had to sit through nearly five hours of a Hallmark movie marathon after stuffing his stomach full with greasy Chinese takeouts.

The man was head over heels in love with you, and he would do just about anything to keep that mesmerizing smile permanently on your face.

"That's adorable," you said breathlessly after a few minutes of silence.

Spencer didn't want to admit that he had just spent the last ten minutes getting absolutely gobsmacked by your beauty, so he quickly tore his gaze away and directed it back towards the TV screen. His confusion only tripled in size when he saw that nothing particularly stood out from the scene. It was just another shot of the two main characters having yet another one of their silly little arguments as a cheesy jingle played in the background.

"What is happening?" Spencer asked at last.

You glanced at his question and scoffed. "You weren't paying attention again, were you?"

Spencer had the audacity to grin, and it was pretty lucky of him to have been blessed with such a pretty face that could melt even the hardest ice around your heart.

"Okay, handsome. Listen carefully. So, what happened is, the girl—"

"Bess?"

"Yes, Bess. Well, she and Aidan decided to meet for lunch to talk about the deed to the land, right? But that talk didn't really lead anywhere as they ended up fighting, again, and Bess walked away from the restaurant. Aidan ran after her and they fought again on the sidewalk, but then they got interrupted by the rain."

"Of course. The rain. How original."

You hid your bemused smile before continuing, "The two of them ran for cover in this little bookstore after that. Bess was shivering because she was wearing this little black thing, and Aidan noticed. So like the gentleman he is, he took off his suit jacket and gave it to Bess. They both ended up spending a couple of hours in that little bookstore waiting for the rain to stop, and Bess wore Aidan's jacket for the rest of the day. She didn't notice she still had it until she went home in the evening."

Spencer nodded along as he waited for your recount to finish, expecting to find clarity by the end of it only to be met with an even bigger confusion than before.

"I still don't get it. You thought that it was adorable that... they got caught in the rain?"

"And they call you a genius?" you teased, shrieking when Spencer lunged forward to tickle your sides. "No, silly. Not the rain. The jacket."

"The jacket?"

"Yeah. I think it's nice." You smiled, your eyes crinkling as you turned back towards the TV. "I've always loved that. When the guy gives something of his for the girl to wear. His T-shirt, his jacket, his sweater. Anything. The girl would wear his clothes and they'd usually look too big on her and it all just feels so... domestic. There's a sense of belonging in the gesture itself, sort of a non-verbal way of him claiming the girl as his. A little territorial, perhaps. But I personally find the whole thing adorable."

After he was done hearing your explanation, Spencer found himself at loss for words. "I didn't know that. That's actually a thing?"

"It's a pretty common trope in romance books and movies. One of my favorites, too."

"And you like that? Having your boyfriend lend you his clothes to wear?"

"Well, I don't know. I, uh, I actually never tried it myself." You suddenly grew bashful as you started playing with the hem of your pajamas top. "Everyone I've dated has always been smaller than me, so I never got the chance to experience any of that."

"Sweetheart—"

"Relax, Spencer. It's fine," you assured him. "I'm not sad about it. Do I feel like missing out sometimes? Yes, maybe, but it's not like it's the end of the world. I'll survive just fine. Promise."

You resumed watching the rest of the movie after that, the short conversation being shoved to the back of your mind as you relished in the final scene of the movie where the guy, finally and inevitably, managed to win over the girl with an arduous chase through the airport concluded by a romantic confession in front of gate 4E.

After movie night on Friday, the following week unraveled in a hectic frenzy for you. The ER where you worked saw a full house nearly every single night, forcing you to take not only one, not two, but three extra shifts in a single week. By the time the next Friday rolled around, you were exhausted beyond belief, collapsing face first into bed as soon as you arrived home without even waiting for Spencer to get back from his week-long case in Idaho.

The following morning, you woke up to a delicious smell coming from the kitchen. You followed the scent in your sleepy haze until you came face to face with your boyfriend standing behind the stove, unruly curls and a handsome smile as he glanced up at the sound of your footsteps. You couldn't even imagine how dishelved you looked in that moment—with dried drool around your lips and pillow imprints on your cheek—but the way Spencer assessed you from the distance, it made you feel as though you were meant to be sculpted as a flawless copy of Aphrodite herself.

"Good morning, gorgeous," your boyfriend greeted as he pushed a plate of pancakes across the counter. "Breakfast?"

The two of you spent the entirety of breakfast telling each other about your respective week while enjoying Spencer's pancakes that, surprisingly, tasted even better than they smelled. After the dishes were washed, Spencer grabbed your hand and started leading you back towards your shared bedroom.

"Come with me for a moment. I wanna show you something," he said.

You trailed after Spencer in curiosity, compliantly fulfilling his order to sit on the bed as he vanished into the ensuite. Three minutes later, Spencer reappeared in front of you, donning a grin so enormous that it nearly distracted you from the foreign pair of clothes he had changed himself into.

"What do you think?" Spencer asked enthusiastically.

"What do I think?"

"Yeah!"

"It's cute, Spencer. Is it new?" Spencer nodded eagerly, confirming your suspicion. "I see. It's kinda... too big for you, don't you think?"

The hoodie Spencer was wearing came in your favorite color, but it hung on his lanky frame almost like a poncho. Spencer still looked good in it, though. You admired his talent to still appear attractive even when he was wearing something that didn't fit him properly.

"I picked out a bigger size on purpose," Spencer revealed, taking off the hoodie before extending it towards you. "Here, try it. I went two sizes above your usual so it should feel roomy."

Your perplexed stare zeroed in on the clothing in Spencer's hand. "Wait. I don't understand. Did you buy this for me?"

"Um, no? Well, technically yes." Spencer rubbed his neck, suddenly turning sheepish as his gaze found your eyes. "Remember last week when you told me about girls borrowing their boyfriends' clothes? And how you never got to experience that? Well, I couldn't stop thinking about it, so I went ahead and ordered this hoodie for myself but in a larger size. That way, you can steal it from me from time to time. Have something of mine you can wear when you want to."

Silence descended into the room in the wake of Spencer's declaration.

His heart was a sonorous thumping inside his chest. Spencer waited for you to say something, but your voice never came. It wasn't until the first sob broke through the quietude did Spencer realize that you were actually crying.

"Sweetheart? Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong?"

The man knelt in front of you in no time, his palm clenching at the side as if he was ready to go into battle to fight whatever or whoever caused the shed tears in your eyes. You lifted your head just enough to see him, smiling shakily when you saw the taut lines above the bridge of his nose.

"I can't believe you bought this hoodie for me," you muttered once your sobs had subsided.

Spencer breathed out a sigh of relief. "That's why you cried? Because I bought you a hoodie?"

"It's not just because of a hoodie, Spence. It's the fact that you cared. You listened to my silly thoughts and you remembered." You brought your hand up to cup his cheek, feeling him melt against the touch. "This is the nicest, most considerate thing anyone has ever done for me."

"That just breaks my heart, gorgeous. You deserve so much more. I'm literally doing the bare minimum."

"No, you're not. You're doing so much. You're doing everything, Spencer."

You kissed him, then. Urgently and vehemently; trying to convey just how intensely your heart felt for him. When you pulled away, Spencer was wearing a big smile undoubtedly identical to your own.

"I love you so much, Spencer. You know that, right?"

Spencer's smile blossomed. In his heart, he sketched the way your face looked in that moment to burn your beauty into the depth of his mind.

"Not as much as I love you, sweetheart."

[lowkeyrobin]

Could I request, what dating sparrow!ben hargreeves would be living a peaceful life possible after season 4 (let’s pretend like it never happened) preference or one shot (you decide)

Peaceful life- like the plans he said to Jennifer in the car, moving away, etcetera

P.s I loveeeeeee your tua and descendants writing keep up the amazing work 🫶🏻🫶🏻



aweee stop this is so cute 💔💔💔 ; also yes went for hc cause no way am I figuring out how to oneshot that shit ; also thank you 🫶🫶 I appreciate it lol ; also if there's supposed to be an anon emoji down there I can't see it 💀💀 it's just an [obj] box, prob cause I have an android and we don't have the same emojis as iphones n shit lmao ; thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy! ; ps idk why I couldn't find that scene so I just kinda made some shit up lmfao

SPARROW! BEN ; runaways

summary ; your perfect life after running away with Ben except it doesn't end the world

warnings ; language

disclaimers ; no jail time for Ben / no s4 at all ig, reader isn't a brellie but refers to them as siblings + as kind of like an add on to them like lila

word count ; 363

masterlist

you and ben, after falling in love during the s3 era, decided you should just run away together

he'd taken a fond liking of you considering you were both so oddly peaceful when it came to just the two of you

the wedding at the end of the world really solidified it

and then you made out!

but after resetting the timeline and losing your powers, there was nothing to really stick around for

considering you wiped out all the marigold and sloane had disappeared (considering she would've never been born or was erased somehow) and your siblings had all gone off to live their lives, it was time you did too

you only knew Ben for like two weeks before you actually fell for each other so learning about one another was really fun

you packed up your bags (or what remained of them) and headed to wherever the back roads could take you

in the car you learned about each other's music taste and your hobbies, and all the sights you wanted to see around the world

the road took you to south carolina

you stayed on the beach for a week and it was honestly really nice

thank god you were able to steal thousands from sparrow-reggies secret stash lol

there you discovered Ben's hatred for water...

but after a week or so you packed up again and headed west

you drove around the country for about three years just sightseeing and living the most you could considering the two of you never really saw anything outside of home

but after a while, you had to settle down somewhere and make a proper life for yourselves

you both craved to be normal people, to pay bills and taxes and hold down jobs, maybe even make a family, as fucked as it was

I mean, trillionaires son moves to the middle of nowhere to live like a normal person? kinda crazy

you built a house on some old farmland on the outskirts of a little town, surrounded by forest and acres of empty land

you call around the family every once in a while, wanting to know how they're doing and what they're up to

ben couldn't really care tho, he only rlly cares for you, the others weirded him out

you couldn't blame him tho since he barely knew them and they knew a different version of him

when you're on the phone, head tilted as both hands are occupied by biscuit mix that you were mixing up, he stands by you with a soft smile on his face, helping you morph them into balls and put them on the tray

think a 90s type of house, very brown, window seats, etc

you live such a sweet ass life man

you sit on the front porch swing and drink coffee while you watch the sunrise

and in winter you cuddle up by the fireplace and watch shitty hallmark movies

you even started a YouTube channel for shits and giggles where you watch awful movies on cable TV and commentate over them because it's funny

you have a calico cat named sorbet

you have a strawberry garden in the backyard that surrounds the porch

and you go out to eat every friday

so many hugs from behind from the other when one is cooking

sweet kisses on the temple as well

so cavity causing sweet

[lxvvie]

On today's episode of Pranks R Us: It's that time of the year when we're inundated with Christmas carols and movies. All. Damn. Day. Hallmark. Here's a scenario for you: How would your faves react to you purposely, horrendously serenading them with Christmas songs that... they don't like? 😊

Capt. John Price - He's nursing his cuppa because he knows for a fact that the boys put you up to this. He feels it in his bone marrow for Christ's sake. Price likes to think he's smiling behind the mug but his cheeks are hurting a bit too much for it to be genuine which really means he's gonna give the rest of 141 hell when he sees them the next time.

Gaz - Went from raising a brow to his cheeks being puffed the hell out because he's trying his best not to laugh in your face. When you're done, you have the biggest shit-eating grin... which devolves into laughter from both you and him. Tears are rolling down your eyes and he's clutching his stomach. God, he loves you, darling.

Soap - Soap is currently the Soapurrito™ with Whiskey (referencing this post) when you decide to randomly serenade them both. Not only do you have Soap looking confused but the dog keeps tilting his head as well, too. Then you hit that one note and they tilted their head at the same damn time and you just fell out laughing.

Ghost - (Referencing this post) Ghost was having a smoke and knit session and then you barged in and began singing. Not only did you sing the absolute worst fucking Christmas song to ever exist to him but you decided to channel your inner Luciano Pavarotti and make it classical for him. You thought you ate that shit but Ghost was staring at you in Say Sike, Mate the entire time while still knitting. You winked and blew him a kiss and if 'Why are we here? Just to suffer?' was a person.

Roach - He, like Price, was smiling a bit too brightly which means that he's crying on the inside. The one who gets up and gives you that reassuring squeeze because you got the spirit. Not everyone is meant to be a singer but he thanks you and revels in the holiday cheer! ❤️

Alex Keller - Was watching TV and not really paying attention to it and then BAM, you popped up! The more you sing, the more you realize his thighs are slowly but surely closing together and LIKE HELL YOU'LL CLOSE SHUT THE JAWS OF SWEET KELLER LOVIN', ALEX.

Alejandro - Alejandro looked up from his work, leaned back in his chair, and just stared at you with a furrowed brow. Rudy and the others are in earshot and are quietly, collectively laughing their asses off. You actually do a couple songs (per the bet) and Alejandro... has a stiff drink in the meantime lmao.

Rudy - Actually does laugh in your face, even though it's Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. Apologizes while laughing in your face. Because laughter is contagious, however, you, too, start laughing.

König - König gets incredibly excited because Schatz, he didn't know you liked to sing horribly! And when you're done, he, too, chooses to serenade you, and holy shit, König actually can sing!

Horangi - Horangi has the most deadpan expression on his face. He's the one that promises you you can sit on his face all day long if you'll promise him to never sing again stop singing.

Graves - Graves was on a conference call with the boys when you busted in and started singing. The entire time, he's rocking the Zoolander grimace and when you're done, you hear someone give their best Simon Cowell impersonation and then it turns into Shadow Company's Got Talent and you're being judged. 'A' for Ass effort, darlin'.

Valeria - The one who rolls her eyes and massages her temple. May or may not put your ass on the couch tonight for this. Or, better yet, you wanna sing? Put your mouth to good use and sing on her pu—

Keegan - Is the epitome of lost as hell. Keegan is the one grimacing with every high note you, er, try to hit. He can't even bring himself to smile but his eyes are somewhat comically wide, made more so after you kiss his cheek, take the piss out of him, and ask him how you did.

[bagopucks]

N. Hischier - Wishing For Angels

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Nico Hischier x Fem!reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warning(s): little bit steamy, but also really not. Just pure fluff with Nico!

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“Hey Oatie.” I bent over to pet the orange and white long haired cat. My joints ached, and my body was tired, but at least I was home. I hated night shifts. Nothing was longer than an evening at work waiting for the hours to pass by so one could close and drive home. Praying that I won’t hit an animal. Or god forbid another car. It had been pouring outside, the thunder cracking in the sky above. The moisture was exactly what New Jersey needed, after collecting so much smoke from the wildfires up north.

My mind wandered to Nico. The cat came to see me. I had to assume my boyfriend was asleep. I felt Oatie weave between my legs, chuckling softly at his purring. The whole reason Nico wanted him was because he sounded like a tiny motorbike engine when he purred. So loud.

“Oats?” I jumped at the sound of my lover’s voice, looking up from the cat to spot Nico peeking through the kitchen doorway. He certainly looked like he’d been asleep.

“Evening.” I spoke just above a whisper. Nico flashed me a smile. We crossed the floor to see each other, arms sliding around one another’s bodies, lips colliding. Oatie followed, snaking between our legs and crying for attention.

“Get lost.” Nico mumbled between passionate kisses, stepping away from the cat. I laughed quietly when Nico pulled me with him, though my voice was silenced when he pressed me into the wall. It wasn’t rough or needy. It was passionate and gentle. Delicate in a way that only Nico could be.

“Poor Oatie.” I broke from the kiss as I spoke, watching Nico’s lips purse.

“He’s fine. We cuddled all night.”

“You boys are always jealous of each other.”

“And?”

“Maybe he wants some time with me.” I tried to slip past Nico ducking beneath his arm, but the moment I got around him, he spun around and wrapped his arms around my back.

“You’ve been gone all day.” His body fell back into the wall, tugging me along as I leaned into his chest.

“That’s what Oatie says too.” I reasoned playfully, earning an unamused squeeze from Nico.

“The cat is fine.” Nico argued, dipping his head into my neck to press a few quick kisses there. I leaned my head against his shoulder opposite of the one of my own his neck rested on.

“You may have a compelling argument, Hisch.”

“Finally.” Nico groaned, leaning forward and steadying my body. He reached for my hand and turned for the bedroom.

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna lock him out of the bedroom.” I moaned in agony for our poor cat. Nico looked back at me with wide eyes. He simply couldn’t win.

“Please.” He insisted, tugging me along, and I followed to spare his mind some ease.

Nico was known to be cuddly and needy when we had time alone. Part of that youngest child in him craved the attention and love. One would think he didn’t get enough of it in his youth, but stereotypes did not apply to the Hischier siblings. They had all been loved equally. Though Nico did like to tease the two others that he was the favorite. And if the saying, ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder’ was true, then Nico being in America certainly made his mother the most joyous when he visited home.

I was led into the darkness of our bedroom, lit by a tall lamp in the corner. Nico had already laid out a pair of pajamas for me.

We had been known to sleep practically naked together. Something about the skin contact always felt most comfortable to us, but there were cold nights, like these, when we both wanted to hunker down in our matching plaid pants and cuddle up beneath a mountain of blankets.

And since we didn’t get many of these cold summer nights often, I knew Nico was itching for one. Judging both by the fact that he already had his set of matching pj’s on, and the fact that I could hear the familiar script to one of my favorite Christmas In July Hallmark movies playing on the tv.

Nico released my hand only to disappear from my side. I heard the door shut, and a very displeased meow from the outside of our room.

“Nico,” I scolded, beginning to turn to look at him, only to be stopped in my tracks by his swooping figure. He wrapped a red blanket around my shoulders, pulling me back into his body. My own ached for rest. I craved it even more so knowing that it would be coming soon, as opposed to the hours before when I had been at my desk, able to distract myself with work.

Oatie meowed once again.

“Nico, he’s gonna cry all night.” I opened my previously closed eyes, a sigh heaving from my chest. Nico did not release the grip he had on my hips.

“Just ignore him,” his smooth voice suggested in a pathetic but nonetheless sultry whine.

“How?” I closed my eyes again.

“We’ll just turn the movie up.” With that simple sentence, we went waddling across the floor. Myself too tired to leave his grasp, and himself too satisfied to release me. When we got to his nightstand, Nico unwrapped an arm from my waist to grab the tv remote, making quick work of increasing the volume. Not too disturbing, but loud enough to hopefully get the message across to our poor feline friend.

I hummed happily at the background soundtrack that played from the movie. I watched Nico’s dark eyes trail across my face before I closed my own once again.

“I don’t even know who you are.” The words fell in a whisper from my lips, the mediocre mid-Atlantic accent causing a smirk to form on my face.

“You prayed for an Angel.” Nico repeated the male love interest’s line’s far more perfectly than anybody ever could on the silver screen. He liked to complain about Hallmark movies, but I knew deep down he enjoyed them.

“An Angel?” I opened my eyes, wide smiles painting our faces in anticipation of the next line. “Why you’re short enough to be an elf. Are you sure you’re not an elf?” Soft giggles soon followed. Nico wrapped his arms around my shoulders, still behind me, slowly turning so his back faced the bed.

“I am not.” He feigned the offense of the actor as he sat down, and I rested in his lap.

“Are too..” I kissed his hands that rested just above my chest. Nico laid back, and I laid down on top of him, my head resting just on his collar. I tilted it upwards to get as good of a look at his face as I could, while he craned his neck downwards to look at me. “How did you hear my prayer anyway? I thought my balcony was to be private.”

“I patrol that street every night, ma’am.” Nico unwrapped an arm from me to play with my hair. “And every night I stop to listen to you, because you and I wish for the same things.”

“Angels?” I closed my eyes, overwhelmed with a feeling I didn’t know. We were merely reciting lines of a movie that held no meaning to us. About a soldier and a general’s daughter, falling madly in love. It had nothing to do with us, and yet it felt like maybe it did.

“To take us far away from here.” The actor -and Nico- finished the woman’s thought. “Let me be your Angel.”

“I couldn’t possibly.”

“We’ll go somewhere beautiful.” Nico whispered in my ear now.

“Not before Christmas. My family would be devastated.” The woman always listed her reasons as to why she couldn’t go. I always wished she would simply say yes from the get-go. Yet I loved to hear the man in the film list his ideas endlessly as if she didn’t continually refuse. Only now Nico went off script.

With beaches as far as the eye can see.

“With forests, and all the wild flowers you could pick.”

Where nobody knows our names.

“My mom misses us both.”

I’ll pick up a simple job.

“You deserve a vacation.”

We can be happy. Together.

“All I need is you.”

With you by my side.

“I want you to go with me.” I had closed my eyes again, wrapped in a warm blanket and in Nico’s embrace.

“To Switzerland?” I asked, yawning soon after.

“Whenever you’re ready.”

“I’ve never been more ready.”

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[midnightmusings06]

Valentine’s Headcanons- SDV Bachelor Edition Pt. 2

summary: What the sdv bachelors would do for you on Valentine’s Day!

pairing: sdv bachelors x gender neutral farmer 

category: fluff

word count: 865

a/n: these are inspired by some of the heart events + personal headcanons <3 and a continuation of my previous post!

Alex:

Alex knocks on your door early Valentine‘s morning, a small hand picked bouquet of flowers clutched in his hand and a blush tinting his cheeks.

“Happy Valentine’s Day! I know it’s early but I thought maybe I could take you for a walk this morning?” He puts an arm behind his head, looking a little nervous.

The two of you enjoy a peaceful morning beach walk, his hand clutched in yours, as the cool ocean water washes over your feet.

As you walk, you find several beautiful shells, handing them to Alex to put in his pockets as you walk.

“Darling just what do you intend to do with all these shells?”

“They’re for keepsakes of course!” You grin, placing more shells in his pocket.

He rolls his eyes, but you know he’s only teasing you.

When you return back to your house, you decide to make ice cream together, despite it being quite cold outside.

The two of you make a huge mess of cream and sugar, but it’s all worth it when you spoon feed each other your homemade creation.

The weather clears for a bit, so Alex proposes playing football together, which results in the football hitting you in the head due to your lack of hand eye coordination. 

“Y/n! Are you alright? I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you!” He rushes to your side, and while it only hurts momentarily, he treats you as though you’ve suffered a grave injury.

He wraps you up in his hoodie, now devoid of your shells which now lay on your counter, as you holds you from behind on your couch, threading his fingers through your hair as the two of you eventually fall asleep.

Shane:

You hadn’t expected Shane to do anything special for Valentine’s Day, as he’d expressed discontent with the idea of the holiday before, claiming it was “just another Hallmark holiday”.

You also hadn’t expected Shane to invite you to his place for, in his words, “a special movie night”. 

When you arrive, you find his room clad with comfy blankets and pillows, where you sit next to him on his bed, making yourself cozy.

“Before I show you my surprise, I have a gift for you.” 

He pulls out two matching sets of pajamas, covered in blue chickens.

After you put your pajamas on, he leads you to sit on the bed as he connects his laptop to his mini tv.

A small film montage begins to play, as he nestles up next to you, laying his head in your lap.

Clips from dates and candid photos and shots he took when you weren’t looking, stitched together with your favorite song playing in the background.

You comb your fingers through his hair, tears beginning to brim in your eyes watching this film made of love.

The film ends, and Shane looks up at you, a small smile on his face, “Do you like it? I know it’s kinda cheesy but I thought-Mmph!” 

You cut him off, connecting your lips with his in a tender embrace, moving in tandem.

“I love it darling, it’s perfect.” You smile down at him.

“Thank you, for always staying by my side. I know I don’t deserve you, but thank you. I love you with all my being.” He whispers, a sweet utterance kept between the two of you.

Sam:

Sam made sure to give you an idea of his plans several days before Valentine’s Day, telling you brimming with excitement, 

“It’s gonna be the perfect day! We’re gonna go to Stardrop for an epic gaming sesh, you should wear your comfiest pajamas because why not! Oh and bring blankets, snacks and all the good vibes to my place! I can’t wait!”

You show up at Sam’s house that morning wearing your favorite pajamas, with your favorite candy and blanket in hand, where he greets you in his own pajamas.

You walk to Stardrop Saloon together, and compete in several rounds of Junimo Kart, Journey of the Prairie King, and pool.

“Ugh not again! You win y/n,” Sam sighs, having lost another round of pool against you.

Throwing your hands up in victory, you exclaim, “Victory is mine once again! Have you finally given up yet?” 

He pouts, until you wrap him in a big hug.

After heading back to his house after a few more rounds of arcade games, you walk into his room which is completely decked out in pillows, and a small pillow fort sits in the middle of the room, battery operated lights haphazardly strung about them.

“Tada! What do you think? I worked all night last night to make it, but then I fell asleep and it fell apart, so I had to rebuild it this morning!” He rambles, a small blush growing on his cheeks.

He grabs your hand, leading you into the small fort, where your snacks and blankets await for maximum comfort.

He moved his family’s tv to his room for the occasion, where he had a stack of the best 90s and 80s movies you two loved ready to watch. 

Eventually, the two of you fell asleep watching The Breakfast Club, wrapped in each other’s warm embrace. 

[yoongihan]

A Big Neon Sign - LYB (Felix)

pairing: lee felix x femreader

genre: fluff, smut, f2l, a little angst (barely)

word count: ~3k

rating: M (MDI please)

warnings: some language, so much kissing, ppl definitely getting turned on and then talking about it and feeling it, reader is implied larger than felix, some self-pity, i think that’s it?

a/n: so, this kinda feels like it’s set in the same world as ‘i adore you’ and with the familiar motif of a sofa as our main location. don’t ask me why this is a thing. it happens to be a thing. big thank you to @jl-micasea-fics​ for beta-ing this, @seokjinger-ale​ and @hannahbee12719​ for reading it. i hope it’s enjoyable to you, dear reader.

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“I’m sorry.”

Felix lets out a sigh in such a way that his fringe flutters from it. You want to comment on it, just that his hair is getting so long, but you know that it’ll take your thoughts down a dangerous path.

You know better. You’ve been avoiding that path for awhile now.

“I told you,” he says softly. “You don’t have to apologize.”

“But I do,” you reply, your hands lifting up from your lap to emphasize whatever words pour forth. “I have to apologize because if I was listening to myself as a friend, I would be tired of this topic too.” You search out for something to grab in the air in front of you. But there’s nothing. Maybe you need to steal (borrow) a plushie from Felix’s collection on the window seat in his bedroom.

You and Felix often hang out at the apartment he shares with Seungmin and Changbin. Your place is smaller, and unless he wants to curl up on your twin bed with you, to watch something on your five-year-old laptop…

Yeah, no. No putting Felix anywhere on your bed.

Changbin and Seungmin sometimes join in on the food and frivolity (Felix and you enjoyed watching Hallmark movies that you could easily deconstruct with your English Literature degree, but you didn’t. Because they made Felix smile and gave you faint hope), but tonight the two of them had gone to a party you all had been invited to.

“But you like people,” you explained to Felix earlier. “I can easily go and find a corner to peoplewatch from and you, Bin, and Seungie can connect with the human race.”

Felix had just smiled at you before waving his roommates on, telling them that he just wanted to curl up on the couch and watch a movie with you.

Popcorn, both butter and kettle, is popped with cans of Chilsung to make up your dinner for the evening. The movie matters only in that it isn’t one either of you have already seen.

“So, what you’re saying,” Felix begins, “is I’m a better friend than you are?”

You laugh even though it’s probably sad-sounding.

“That was never a question, Lix.”

He sighs again and scoots closer to you. You’re pressed against the arm of the sofa so hard that it kind of hurts, but you can’t relax.

“I know we don’t believe this crap.” You point at the tv screen as the credits still roll from whatever ‘set in a small-town, so person learns what happiness and love is’ movie you’ve both just watched. “Or I don’t. But I still kind of do. Then I get depressed that it hasn’t worked out like that. Then I’m angry at the movie for being a lie and–” You cut yourself off. “God, I’m sorry.”

His arm pushes against yours lightly as though reminding you that he’s here.

“It’s okay.” He links his arm with yours before resting his chin on your shoulder. You take a deep breath.

“Is it? My track record is so bad. I mean, not having an actual relationship since sophomore year of high school, one that lasted only three weeks. I’ve kissed more than I’ve dated, which seems like that should be the opposite. Guys I’ve kissed never wanted to date me. Guys who felt like they might ask me out, only shrugged it off like I imagined the signals, which I know I have a good imagination, but I don’t think I’m that off at reading people. Maybe I am. Maybe I am actually repulsive romantically, but no one has told me.”

He ‘tsks’ at you. “No.”

You shake your head, staring at your hands which have returned to your lap because you’re afraid if you grab onto Felix, you won’t let go.

“I know I’m not repulsive. I know I’m not a horrible anything, but Lix, we’re looking at the evidence here. I don’t get asked out. And I only get propositioned by someone under the influence of alcohol or drugs, or a combination. None of that makes a good case for me having a shot at a sweet wholesome romance.”

He hums softly as though he’s considering your words. Felix is a lot quieter than you, only speaking up when needed in big groups, or just one on one. He tends to make his thoughts better known through his very expressive face and skinship.

It’s a good match for you as you talk too much and are often touch-starved.

“I can see your point. You know, if this was a trial and all your evidence was objective truth.”

You turn to look at him, forehead scrunched up in confusion. “What do you mean? You think I’m lying?”

He smiles at you, still attached to your arm. “No. I’m just thinking that you only know one side of the story, right? You don’t know who liked you but was too scared to ask you out. Who considers it, but resists because of their own track record.”

You open your mouth to protest, then close it. “Okay. You’re not wrong.”

“And this isn’t a trial.” His hold tightens on your arm, scooting even closer. “This is life. Which doesn’t follow any rules, or formula.” He nods toward the television which has now moved on to the next movie of cheesy dialogue and picaresque landscapes. “Not every rejection or missed opportunity means that something is wrong with you.”

“But some of them do.”

He rolls his eyes at your insistence. “Maybe it’s nothing wrong with you. Just something that doesn’t match with someone else. That’s not anything on you.”

You smile and look back down at your hands. “I am sorry, though. You probably wanted a fun, light evening of snacks and breezy romance and I got all moody and shit.”

His arm unlinks from yours and you find yourself enveloped in a Felix hug. Your eyes shut tight because you will not cry, and you find yourself adjusting so you can hug him back.

“All I wanted was to hang with you,” he says, his voice low and gentle. “At a party, watching a movie, laughing or crying, or both. It really doesn’t matter.”

You bury your face in his shoulder.

He rubs your back. “It’s okay to be sad about it. Just don’t let it turn into a big, neon sign that you think defines who you are, or what your relationships will be like.”

You sniffle because you are leaking tears. He draws back and lifts up your head in his hands.

Felix has the prettiest brown eyes. You don’t know what shade of brown they are because it’s just more of how those eyes look at the world around him, how he looks at his friends, at a squirrel in the park, at a bouquet of flowers.

He’s really the most beautiful person you know.

His thumbs brush away the escaped tears, but he doesn’t let go of your face.

“You aren’t repulsive. In any way.”

You breathe in shakily. He smells more like popcorn this evening than his usual citrusy lavender (from a combination of his laundry detergent and the lavender plant he likes in his room to help him sleep).

“Thanks.”

He’s scanning your face as if making sure you believe him. He leans in so his nose touches yours.

“I don’t blame those guys for kissing you, you know. I bet it’s nice kissing you.”

You blink about four times as his words settle in your brain.

“Um, same goes,” you reply. Maybe this is a compliment-giving battle. “I mean, you have freckles, Lix, that’s like its own neon sign shouting ‘please kiss every single one’.

He blinks two times before a smile stretches his lips. “Yeah?”

You swallow. “Sure.”

His head tilts slightly to the side, his fingers grazing your cheeks because he still has your face captive. His smile softens, his eyes still bright, but he’s thinking. He’s pondering something.

“So…” you start, the silence of the moment getting to you, but he shakes his head. You shut your mouth.

“Can I kiss you?”

You knew you were getting into dangerous territory, talking about kissing his freckles, but you really didn’t think it would lead anywhere. This is Felix. Your friend.

“You want to?” your voice cracks like you’re just going through puberty. You can feel your cheeks heat from the embarrassment.

“I do.”

There is no guile about Felix. He is the most transparent person you’ve ever met. Sure, he can be sneaky about surprise gifts and parties, and if he’s in the middle of a Mafia game; but in real serious moments, he’s never anything but himself, and truthful.

His admission that he wants to kiss you seizes your heart. And because you are incapable of just letting things happen, you have to speak.

“For like, curiosity’s sake? or I dunno–”

He’s giggling.

You try to pull away with a huff, but he won’t let go of your face, his hold on you tightening.

“Look, I just would like to know–”

He’s kissing you.

His lips are soft like his hands, just as gentle. Your brain and body take a few seconds to catch up to the very shocking idea that Felix’s lips are on your lips, and when they do, your hands twist into his hoodie and find his slender waist like you need to hold on to something or you might just drift into nothingness.

“You okay?” he asks, his mouth only drawing back so he can get the words out. His fingers slide back to your ears, tracing them before sinking into your hair. “You want me to stop?”

“God no.” You open your eyes to see the twinkle in his eyes, a reminder that he is the softest boy on the planet but he’s also playful and ridiculous. “Lix…I…”

He kisses you again (which is good because who knows what embarrassing things you would say), mouth parting. His tongue slipping to touch yours is a revelation as is the way his hands in your hair move to tilt your head so he can go deeper.

You’re pretty sure you could tear holes into his hoodie if you aren’t careful.

He scoots closer, rising up to his knees before shifting so he’s straddling you. Your head is slanted up, both of you refusing to break apart. You try your best to loosen your grip on his hoodie, carefully slipping under the material to touch his skin.

You sense him jolt at your touch and you pull back, ready to apologize for crossing some sort of line, but he doesn’t let you get far, mouth seeking yours and he mumbles against your lips:

“Touch me.”

Never mind that you shudder at his words, your fingers back on his skin, hand sliding up his back. You try to rise up, both to kiss him more and to run your hands along his shoulders, but he’s too far. You hear a whine and realize that it’s you.

He doesn’t slow down, his kisses more urgent, more insistent; his teeth graze your bottom lip. His hand glides from your hair to the back of your neck, squeezing like he does when he offers a back rub.

“Hurts?” He doesn’t wait for an answer, lowering himself so that instead of kneeling, he’s sitting on you. He’s not heavy; everything about Felix is slight except his heart and his smile. He draws back, waiting for your eyes to open. When they do, he’s staring at you, lips (now a deep red, swollen and glistening) curled up in a small smile.

Your hands, tracing his spine and shoulder blades, pause in their journey.

“Did your neck hurt?” he whispers. You open your mouth, trying to process his words. He squeezes the back of your neck again as though to remind you.

“Oh, um…” you swallow.

Why can’t you speak?

He leans in, his nose brushing yours while he kisses you lightly before moving to do the same to the side of your neck. The sigh you release makes him chuckle.

He “mmm”’s while kissing your neck, but your head falls back when he reaches the beginning of your shoulder. You feel his teeth, and all you want to do is bite him back.

“Lix…”

“Hmm?” his answering hum is so low, like bass at a concert and you can feel it tremble through you. He lifts his head so your eyes meet.

“Hoodie off.” Why are you breathing like you’ve run for the first time in your life?

He raises his eyebrows. You start to take it back (what are you thinking?), but he reaches to the back of neck and tugs his oversized hoodie off.

Technically, you know he wasn’t wearing anything under, but it’s still a shock to the system to see all that skin.

He’s watching you, his cheeks flushed. You drag your fingers along his shoulders and down his chest, resting on his sternum.

“Jeez, you’re pretty.”

The flush deepens, but he smiles, lifting his chin up a bit and then back down as though beckoning you close. You sit up, your own hands cupping his face like he had done yours just seconds (minutes? hours?) ago. You press your lips to his, softly, then harder. He shivers, arms wrapping around your waist. Kissing Felix is surreal. You know it’s happening because there are sounds (his low moans, soft as they are, might just be your death), you can feel his hands gripping your shirt, feel his soft skin under your fingers - warm, his taste and tongue and lips. And yet, you cannot believe this is actually occurring. Right now.

You almost yelp as he falls back on the sofa, taking you (his hold around you is unrelenting) with him. You immediately let go, catching yourself by your hands on the cushion, bracing so you don’t suffocate him.

“Are you okay?”

His eyes flutter open, the color so dark as he stares up at you.

“Felix?” You start to look down his torso to make sure you aren’t mistakenly kneeing him somewhere and unintentionally bruising him.

He says your name. The deepest, quietest whisper. Your eyes shoot back to his face. He raises up to his elbows, mouth grazing yours. Your worry for his physical self melts back into desire. At one swipe of his tongue, his hips lift and press against you.

Oh fuck.

He says your name again, but it’s tense. His index finger hooks the collar of your t-shirt and he tugs you closer to kiss you.

“You’re too far.” He barely breaks away to deliver the implied plea.

“I’ll crush you,” you reply, ever mindful that you are not as delicately formed as Felix.

He jerks back and you chase his mouth. You just open your eyes to see and feel him hook his arms under yours and pull up.

You land on top of him with an ‘oof’.

“What the fuck?” you gasp out.

He’s laughing, arms moving to hold you tight as you lift your head to attempt to glare at him. He kisses your nose before dragging your shirt over your head and tossing it onto the floor. You start to say something about your bra (it’s not like you wore a really nice one), but he’s gone back to kissing you.

Your legs are tangled with his as his hands draw along the curve of your back, tripping over your bra clasp and down to where your jeans begin. You’re hardly aware of anything anymore but how his lips taste sweet from the Chilsung, and how silky his hair feels between your fingers.

Then his hand dips under the waistband of your jeans to mold to your ass and press you closer.

You hear him whimper as you gasp because he is so hard and feels so good. You repeat the motion, without his guidance, and his hand tightens on your skin.

“Are you an ass man?”

You need to breathe and it is dawning on you that he and you are two seconds away from dry-humping in the middle of his living room and maybe that needs to be discussed.

His breathing heavily and his eyes are staring straight up at the ceiling. He has not moved his hand from your butt at all.

“Maybe? I mean, yours is…has always been good.”

He squeezes again and you let out a small squeal. He grins, eyes falling back on you.

“So…um…” You touch one of his cheek freckles. “This is like, really good and all, but kinda um…unexpected?”

He turns his head to kiss your finger, nipping it. “Not really.”

You’re attempting not to squirm at that little bite which shoots straight through you. “What?”

His other hand (the one not still on your ass) traces up and down your side as his gaze returns to your face.

“You’ve never thought of me like this?”

You can feel your face go hot. “I mean, sure. Look at you.”

His expression is way too smug.

“But just cause…wait, have you thought of me like this?”

He rolls his eyes. “Obviously.”

“How is that obvious? We’ve been friends for ages and nothing has ever–”

He shuts you up with kiss, open and wet. He draws back before you can even register it.

“Just because you never noticed anything doesn’t mean it wasn’t there.” He rolls his hips up against you. You hold yourself still despite how good he feels. “That has happened a lot.”

You make a face at him. “You’re a guy. That’s not a great indicator of anything but stimulation.”

He licks his lips, before huffing a sigh at you. “It’s happened a lot with you. My oblivious friend who lets me cuddle as much as I want.” You watch as his eyes grow serious, his lips flatten. “I’m not totally alone in this, am I?”

You kiss the corner of his mouth, lingering because you cannot handle the flash of sadness in his eyes.

“No. You’re not alone.” You can feel him relax his hold on you before meeting his lips squarely with yours.

He takes one of your hands, while his mouth is taking yours, and slides it down and in between you both. He pushes it hard against his dick and he shudders.

“Fuck, if you knew how much I’ve wanted you to touch me there.” He groans when you tighten your grip. When you don’t continue, he pouts. “Why not?”

You shrug, raising up just enough to kiss the top of his cheekbone. “I have to kiss all your freckles now, Lee Felix. Now that I can.”

His answering grin is both affectionate and exasperated, and you kiss another tiny dot on his beautiful face.

“I mean, you can do both.”

© yoongihan 2023. please do not steal, translate, repost, or whatever. stray kids belong to themselves and all idols used in this piece are just the inspiration for characters and do not in any way reflect the actual humans.

[csolarstorm]

Marvel should definitely give Jac Schaeffer more projects. I didn't know she helped write Captain Marvel and Black Widow. In retrospect it makes a lot of sense; both of these movies are personal journeys where the protagonist processes the trauma of heir past.

Still, in my opinion neither movie reaches the level of Wandavision or Agatha All Along. I don't know whether that's due to Marvel not trusting Schaeffer enough to write them by herself (sounds about right, especially as the first female solo movies, Marvel would get weird about it) or maybe it turns out Schaeffer is better at writing TV shows with mysteries that gradually unravel.

It also could be that Schaeffer and/or Marvel figured out how to balance her trauma narratives within a more lighthearted fantasy setting where she can couch it in more digestible metaphor. Black Widow was about human trafficking - no amount of funny Russian fake dad jokes could make that go down easier. Although now that I say it, that movie did involve an artificial TV family like Wandavision - I guess this is a hallmark of Schaeffer's writing?

Captain Marvel on the other hand had maybe too many allegories. Yeah it was about breaking away from patriarchal gaslighting, but then there was PTSD from war, or maybe even recovery from brain damage? It's a bit hard to tell at times, there's just a lot. I suppose there's a contrast between the artificial Supreme Intelligence and the very real female captain Mar-Vell that might serve as the recurring "TV versus real life" motif in Schaeffer's other projects. Captain Marvel was made as a 90's alien invasion movie after all.

Meanwhile something both Wandavision and Agatha All Along share is that they use tropes from TV and other media to express trauma in a fun, and unsettling, discordant way. Wandavision will be having a genuinely great time indulging in 60's sitcom when, oh no, it's actually escapism, and Wanda cannot escape the fact that Vision is dead. Horror ensues. Agatha will be in a crime drama where she's solving a case, only it turns out that the case is a metaphor for her barely lucid attempt to piece together the fragments of her memory after the cruel and unusual punishment Wanda inflicted on her. Horror returns. And the crime drama atmosphere will both fit the vibe of her tragedy and at the same time be a genuinely fun crime drama parody. Escapism is both fun and heartbreaking.

So I hope Jac Schaeffer does more of this kind of show, because she's nailing it. And give her another chance at more movies and this time trust her. It's a shame Schaeffer couldn't fit Vision In A White Void Vision Quest into her schedule.

[idkwhatimdoinghere1655]

Wonderland - Mick Schumacher

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It was a cold, winters' day, and you were sat in front of the fire with Mick, watching a random hallmark Christmas movie you found on the TV. You were led with your back to his front in-between his legs, and there was no comfier way to spend the day. 

Angie led in between your legs, huffing and puffing every once in a while. 

Every now and then, you would glance out of the window to see how heavy the snow fall was. It hadn't been too bad recently, but at the moment, you were itching to go ice skating. You had never been before, and Mick had promised to take you sometime. 

Your eyes were fixated on the white flakes fluttering and spinning gracefully down from the clouds above to the snow-covered ground. Mick couldn't help but notice how transfixed you were on the snow. "You wanna go out there?" he asked, his lips close to your ear.

"Mhm," you hummed, thinking he was only asking out of curiosity. You felt Mick shift underneath you as he tried to get up from under you. "Where are you going?" you asked, turning to look at him. "We're going ice skating," he smiled, walking over to the front door and slipping his shoes on. 

"Really?" you beamed, leaping up from the couch and earning a disapproving glance from Angie. "Yeah," he said back, plucking your coat up off the rack and throwing it at you. You didn't waste any time rushing to the door and putting your boots on, ready for the snow. 

Angie followed, wanting to go out too, but Mick shooed her back through the front door before locking it. The ice skating rink was only a ten minute walk away from where you lived, so walking in the winter wonderland was the best option. 

Mick slid his hand into yours, intertwining your fingers with his like two pieces of a puzzle. He took your hand and slipped it into his pocket, making sure it was warm as you walked. You wandered by trees sprinkled with snow and bushes laced with frost. 

Finally, you made it to the rink and Mick paid for your entry. You collected your skates and sat at a bench to put them on. Your feet were cold as you took your boots off and you wanted to get the skates on as soon as possible. 

As you tried to get your foot into the boot, it just wouldn't go. You tried shoving even harder, to no avail. Turning to your side, you saw that Mick had just finished lacing up your skates. "You need some help there?" he smirked, noticing how you hadn't gotten your skates on. 

"Yes, please," you mumbled. Somehow, he opened up the opening of the skate more and helped guide your foot in. Mick pulled the laces as tight as he could, and you couldn't help but yelp at the loss of blood circulation to your foot. 

"Too tight?" he asked, looking up at you through thick lashes. 

"Yeah, a bit," you nodded, trying to wiggle your toes to get the blood flowing through them again. "Sorry," he said, loosening the laces and knotting them. You walked to the entrance of the rink, but you stopped before setting foot on the ice. 

"Hey, you OK?" Mick turned back and asked, since he had been tugged back as you stopped. 

"Yeah, just nervous," you said. The ice looked scary and you were scared of falling and hurting yourself, because it looked painful to land on. "I won't let go of your hand and I won't let you fall, I promise," he said. 

You stared into his blue eyes, and there was a soothing quality about them. They were like crystal clear blue oceans, with tranquil waves flowing through them. It put you at ease, and you knew he wouldn't let you get hurt. 

Mick stepped out onto the ice first, and took both of your hands in his to stabilise you. You began walking towards him as he glided backwards, but your feet kept on slipping out from underneath you. "What you want to do is push with your foot as you keep the other one straight," he explained, letting you stand as he skated around you. 

He took your hands again, and tried to tug you towards him. "Come on, you can do it," he reassured, nodding at you. But, despite your tries, you legs wouldn't move. It was as if you were frozen. "I can't, I'll fall," 

"Baby, I won't let you. Just try once, and if you don't like it, we can go," he said. You looked into his eyes again, and it put you at ease instantly. You pushed your leg backwards as it propelled you forward, your other foot wobbled slightly, but it was pretty good for your first try. 

You smoothly moved towards Mick as he moved backwards, so you could keep going. You were beaming at him as you skated across the ice, even feeling a slight amount of wind ruffle your hair.  "I'm doing it, Mick!" you squealed, pushing a little harder to gain a bit more momentum. 

"Yes, you are baby," he praised, pushing himself further away and quicker to keep up with you. 

"I am so good at this, I should become a pro-" you started to say, but you got a little overzealous a little too quickly. Your balance was put off even more when Mick went a little too far back and tugged you too hardly.

All of this caused you to lurch forward, your knees coming into contact with the cool ice and you could already feel the bruises forming. Before anything else could hit the ground, a pair of hands clasped under your arms and stopped you from falling.

"Are you alright? Sorry, I thought you were going faster and I thought you were ready," he rambled, coming down onto his knees as well to check on you. His eyes flickered over your face, searching for any signs of discomfort. 

Without giving him too much time to worry, you broke out into fits of laughter. "I'm fine, honestly, don't worry about it," you said, trying to stand back up. Your knees stung as the cold bit at them, but it wasn't overly bad. 

But, your feet slipped out from under you and pulled Mick down on top of you. "In public? Really Schumacher?" you teased, biting your lip and looking him up and down.

"Shut up," he giggled, his cheeks flushing a rosy red as he scrambled to get up. He helped you up, pulling you into a warm hug. Mick gave the best hugs. He placed a tender kiss on the top of your head, "In all seriousness, are you sure you're alright?" 

"I'm perfect, just a few bruised knees," you smiled softly, just enjoying being in his embrace. 

"Nothing a few kisses can't fix," he smirked, "But I think that's another thing that'll have to wait until later," he said. This time, it was your turn to blush. 

"Let's just get back to skating," you laughed, half-heartedly whacking him in the chest. If anything, it hurt your hand more than it hurt him - it was rock solid. "Okay, but let's slow it down this time," he nodded, taking your hands again. 

"Or let's not," you winked, earning a smirk from Mick as he shook his head. He looked perfect right then and there - his blonde hair slightly ruffled, a huge grin plastered on his face, making his dimples even more prominent. 

"Sweetheart, you need to focus on where you're putting your feet," he mocked, but you couldn't take your eyes off him. "If I could stare at you, then I would. But if I do that, then you'll fall," he smiled, tugging you towards him. 

"OK, I'll focus now," you promised, taking a deep breath. 

"You won't have to later," he leant in and whispered in your ear.

"Mick! I was just in the zone," you scolded, watching as a huge grin spread across his face. 

"OK OK, sorry. Try again," he said, and you pushed off from you back foot towards him.  

A/N - Hey guys! Was just wondering if you wanted a part two with some spice? Let me know in the comments :)

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[feelmyskinonyourskin]

A Hell's Kitchen Christmas [Hallmark Trope]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Trope de Sept Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Hallmark Special tv movie trope 1. Busy career woman in big city reluctantly returns to hometown for problem™. Handsome man in town who she initially clashes with wins her over and they fall in love. She stays in hometown. It is also Christmas. "You return to Hell's Kitchen to help your estranged dad in a legal battle over his hardware store. You’re a hot-shot Miami lawyer after all, how hard could it be? Except the charming, handsome local lawyer named Matt Murdock your dad hired to help him keeps getting in your way. And yes, it is Christmas. Because this is a Hallmark Movie."

Warnings: No use of Y/N. No pronouns are used for reader, so any gender applies! Catholic/Religious mass mentioned/attended by reader, reader’s mom is dead, Christmas, Fluff on top of fluff.

WC: 1500

*I never give permission for my fics, manips, or any other original creation I post on this site to be copied, posted elsewhere, translated, or fed into any AI program. The only platform I currently post anything on is Tumblr. Thanks!*

The footsteps of parishioners thumped softly against the carpeted aisle of Clinton Church, nearly drowned out by the blaring of the organ as it played them out while they all exited. Christmas Eve Midnight Mass had just ended. Typically always over-crowded with those Sister Maggie called “Christers” (those who only attend church on Christmas and Easter), the many people walked past where Matt sat in a pew towards the back, chatting about what excitement tomorrow brought them (technically today, as it was nearly 1AM on Christmas Morning).

Matt remained in his seat, listening to the crowd depart, until there was just one other person in the chapel with him.

He noticed you as soon as he sat down before the service. Despite the many unfamiliar heartbeats in the crowd tonight, he picked yours out right away. Your citrus-scented perfume confirmed your presence when its pleasant smell reached him. 

You were alone, which Matt found odd. Not joined by your father for the holiday celebrations as he expected you to be.

He heard you finally stand from your spot and walk up to the altar just as the last of the crowd left. The lighter trembled in between your fingers as you picked up a tea light and lit it, placing it amongst the many flaming symbols of other people's prayers.

“Shit God, I know I don’t pray a lot… or at all really.”

Matt listened as you spoke, chuckling to himself. You clearly hadn’t noticed him there.

“Look, it’s just my dad… the hardware store has been his whole life since mom died and please, you just can’t take that away from him. I know me leaving didn’t help, I know. I’m still living with that guilt, believe me.” you continued to pray, sniffling and wiping away a tear from your eye

“But this pro-bono guy he’s got. I don’t think it’s gonna be enough. I guess what I’m asking is please just let him open his heart enough for me to help. Or at least for this Murdock schmuck to get it together enough and actually save my dad’s store. You know, like a nice Christmas miracle? Um… thanks God.”

You crossed yourself and bowed to the altar, turning to leave.

Matt could tell you spotted him from the gasp that left your mouth and the way your heart skipped a beat.

“Matt. Hey. Um… Merry Christmas.” you said, still trying not to cry as you walked over to him

“Hey. Merry Christmas to you too. Where’s your dad?”

“Oh, he had a long day today. You know him, he never stops working. I told him to stay home and rest. Can I walk you home?”

“Oh you don’t have to…”

“Come on Matt, it’s late and it’s Christmas. It’s only a few blocks anyway. Let me walk you home.”

Matt nodded and took your arm as you led him out of the church and into the cold New York night. The snowflakes danced around as the two of you walked, arm in arm. Crunching footsteps made a path through the white-covered sidewalk and left evidence of the route to Matt’s apartment you took. 

“Did you not bring a warmer coat? I can hear you shivering.” Matt exclaimed

“I didn’t. I never come home for Christmas, but with everything going on with my dad, I booked the trip so last minute and a winter coat isn’t exactly something I need in Miami.” you replied, tugging at the sleeves of your thin jacket

“May I?” Matt offered, releasing your arm for a moment to shrug off his wool pea coat.

Gloved hands ghosted your neck as he situated the garment around your shoulders. It was snuggly and warm and reminded you of Matt in a way you couldn’t quite put your finger on. 

“Thank you Matt. Not just for the coat, but for everything. You’re really helping my dad out.” you said, letting him take your arm once more and resuming your journey

“Oh yeah? You sure I’m not just some schmuck he hired?”

“Shit. You heard that? I didn’t mean it.” you shook your head and Matt just chuckled

“You really are a good lawyer.” you continued “Everything you’ve proposed we try and all the research you’ve done… I know I’ve been really hard on you since I got here and I’m sorry. I’m a big deal at my firm in Miami and I’ve worked really hard to get to where I am. And my dad is about to get evicted and he doesn’t even call his own kid to help? I know I’m in corporate finance law and I’m not licensed in New York but still… He didn’t tell me this was happening for months and he hired you and I was hurt.”

“So why’d you come back to New York then? If you think I’m a good enough lawyer to help your dad out that is?” Matt asked

“I didn’t think that at first. Didn’t think a small pro-bono firm could take on the big developer trying to tear down the whole block. But now that I’ve been working with you on this, well I was wrong. And maybe I came back too because I missed him and I missed home.”

“Yeah?”

The streets of Hell’s Kitchen were practically empty at this hour, families all tucked away in their homes waiting for the excitement of Christmas morning. It was tranquil, seeing the city that never sleeps so quiet and calm. The electric buzz that New York always seems to have was still there, but dimmed. 

“After my mom died, we just grew apart. He threw himself into work and I threw myself into school and my career. I think he was bitter that I moved away, that I didn’t want to take over the store from him.”

“Well you shouldn’t feel bad about going on your own path.” Matt reassured

“Yeah but it was the way I did it. But now that I’ve been back, god it’s like we used to be. Close you know?”

“Yeah I was really close with my dad too. And I’d give anything to have him back. To have what you and your dad have.”

“Shit you’re right. I guess that really puts it in perspective.” you replied

The purple and gold light of the video billboard on Matt’s block reflected off the snowflakes like a disco ball. A festive touch considering what day it was. You stopped your journey just outside his front door, facing him to observe the way he licked his lips as he formulated his next thought.

“I think he just wants what’s best for you.” 

“I know that. It’s a shame it took me this long to figure out what’s actually best for me.” you replied

“Oh yeah? You figured that out just in the 10 days you’ve been home? Wow counselor, research and evidence gathering stage usually takes longer.”

“Very funny Murdock. Yeah actually, I have.” you replied

 “And what did you figure out?”

“Matt, the work that you do, seeing it in action and how it’s helped my dad, it really inspired me.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. I think I want to shift my legal specialty. Find a firm to work for that takes on clients like yours and actually helps people. And Matt, I don’t know that I would have discovered that if it weren’t for you.”

A wide smile spread across Matt’s face as he lowered and shook his head.

“Well, I might know of just the firm that could use a lawyer as smart as you. You’d have to stay in Hell’s Kitchen though, or at the very least New York…”

“Matt, are you offering me a job?” you asked

“Well I mean you’d have to pass the bar in New York first, but yeah, actually I am.”

“What are you doing tomorrow– or today I guess technically?” you asked

“For Christmas? I don’t really have plans. I used to go to dinner at Foggy’s family, but his parents became snowbirds a few years ago, so now all the Nelsons travel to Florida for the holidays. Why?”

“My dad is cooking a fabulous meal and we’d love to have you join us. To thank you for all you’ve done. For both of us.”

“I don’t want to impose on your first Christmas in years with your dad.” Matt replied

“Oh c’mon Matt, you have to come! You’re practically family at this point; you’re saving my dad’s business, you’re repairing our relationship, you’re offering me a job.”

“Okay, okay. I will come.” he conceded

“Great! We can tell my dad I’m moving back to New York. Together.”

“Does that mean you’re saying yes? To my offer?”

“Yes Matt, I am saying yes. To working for you. And staying in New York.”

Reaching out with a trembling hand in the cold night air, you ran your thumb along his jaw. Matt let out a chuckle as you reveled in the way his stubble felt against your freezing fingers. A sigh escaped you into his plush, soft lips when he finally kissed you, warming you instantly from the chill.

“Merry Christmas, Matt.”

“Merry Christmas, Sweetheart.”

[chaosduckies]

Tiny vampire

But they aren't the helpless one, the human is. The human carries this vampire around like a secret weapon. The vampire could turn into a bat and hang from an ear like an earring at night even...and then there were bullies!!!

You should have both be your usual he/him

Tiny vampire. Yes. I’m not going to lie, I have zero idea how to feel about this since I like it, but not at the same time, so I’m very sorry if this didn’t come out like you had expected. (And if it didn’t, I’ll rewrite it!) I hope you enjoy either way though! (I’m sorry this took so long to post and thank you for the title idea!)

Word Count: 3.2k

CW: slight mentions of death (Doesn’t actually happen), slight bullying

Pocket Assassin

In all my years, I have never seen one single human as gentle and caring as the one I, for some reason, was glued to. 

Hayven was a nice kid. In the turmoil of all the trouble life forces him to endure, he just brushes the dirt off his clothes and keeps on going. Part of the reason I had gratefully accepted his offer to stay with him. It pains me to see such a young being having to suffer through all of life’s troubles alone. His parents were no help in the matter, and I probably would have already murdered them if Hayven had pleaded me not to. Claiming that they really were nice people. Pfft. I doubt it. 

It wasn’t exactly hard to stay out of vision from the humans when you were three inches tall. That wasn’t the part I was worried about. The part that worries me is that every time one of his parents walk into Hayven’s room I can barely hold in the need to strangle them. And I could do it. The amount of times I came close to cracking- Just the thought alone made me want to march over to the living room where his parents were currently residing in and just- agh. But I would listen to Hayven, because he was right. 

So far as I know, humans still haven’t found out my kind’s existence. Not a borrower, but a vampire. Just on a much, much smaller scale, and I guess that was for the best since humans can just be so- irritating sometimes. Like I said, if it wasn’t for Hayven, I probably would have strangled hundreds of people after we had met. I still don’t understand why he won’t just let me… teach them a lesson. By that I mean to seriously injure them. Best part is that they’ll never even know who it was. Or they will and everyone would think they were crazy if they were trying to tell someone. I mean, who would believe that a 3 inch tall person just absolutely made a fool out of someone twenty times their size? I only know two people in the entire world who would actually know. Myself and Hayven. 

Today was no different. His parents stayed in the living room, and at some point I could smell his mom cooking lunch. Hayven was at school, about to come back home in about thirty minutes if the clock on his nightstand was right. There really wasn’t anything to do while Hayven was gone. Usually he would close his door and we would talk until one of his parents walked in claiming that he was talking with someone. Luckily I was always fast enough to hide away behind something. 

The tv was loud in the other room, and surprisingly I don’t think I know this movie. Might be one that recently came out? I remember when I would sneak into movie theaters and get one of the best seats right by the projector. Good times. Now it’s degrading to hearing hallmark movies through a thin wall. I groaned as loud as I could into the pillow, trying to drown out the tv as much as I could. Of course it never works. 

The door opened and closed almost immediately, but I already knew who it was. I dug my head out of the pillows, professionally keeping my composure on the soft fabric below that threatened to falter my legs throw me back down. Hayven didn’t acknowledge me at first, but waved and headed off to the bathroom. I eyed the door suspiciously. Obviously something had happened. 

Why was I sticking around for this human you may ask? Well, for one thing, I was living in the woods for years without any sort of contact with anyone until Hayven came walking along, and for some reason didn’t want to trap or experiment on me like I had always thought humans would. Well, that was if they would catch me. In all honesty, Hayven has helped me a lot more than I’ve helped him which only made me even more shocked. I would’ve figured humans would want to experiment on a three-inch tall vampire that has been here for nearly a hundred years and still looks like they were 18. 

I stealthily made my way to the bathroom, slipping underneath the small crack under the door and watching silently from below as Hayven carefully placed a small bandage above his eye that had almost looked swollen. That was most likely because it was. His skin was a light purple tint from a bruise, and I could smell the faint smell of blood. I sighed, expertly climbing up the cabinet and nearly scaring the life out of Hayven when I stood, arms crossed, on top of the marble countertop. 

We held a silent staring contest for what seemed like forever before Hayven sighed, “I just fell off my bike-“ 

“No point in hiding the truth if I already know what happened.” I glared at him, angry for being lied to. His eyes widened, avoiding eye contact. It still amazes me to this day how he could feel so helpless around me even though I was… vertically challenged compared to him. 

“It looks worse than it is.” He shrugged, carefully placing another small bandaid underneath his eye to try and cover up the dark purple bruises. My heart fell, but only for a split second. 

I would have used this time to scold Hayven for the next ten minutes, but I had a much much better idea. One that had a big smirk on my face and would have me cackling if it wouldn’t have made me sound like a maniac. 

“Take me to your school tomorrow.” I had asked him, not caring if he had said no. What could he do if I just snuck into his bag at the last second? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. But I had an amazing plan, and no it doesn’t involve killing anyone. Though that does sound pretty nice right about now… but I’ll just be gravely injuring someone if things all go according to plan tomorrow. Which they will because no one can do anything to stop me as I’ve said before. 

“Wh-what? That’s dangerous for you, Atlas! What would happen if-“ Hayven stopped talking as soon as he saw my expression. Did he really think I was afraid if some sixteen year old saw me? No one would believe them if they had said they saw me. Now if there was a group of people maybe, but I think it’d be hilarious to embarrass someone in the middle of the hall where everyone would be watching. 

“Just… don’t do anything. Please.” He had told me, sighing, already knowing what was going through my twisted mind. 

This wasn’t the first time I’ve gone places with Hayven. Most of the time I get sick and tired of doing nothing but wander around his room or sneaking my way outside to enjoy some fresh air, so he goes out sometimes afterschool for my sake. At first I thought there was a catch, since I was new to this whole, “help from humans” thing even though I was the one to help him in the woods all those months ago. I didn’t plan on sticking around with him, but what can I say? He just grows on people. 

“I make no such promises.” I climbed onto his hand, expertly making my way to his shoulder. The view was better up here. Makes me feel like I was taller and not just the 3-inch vampire that sleeps in a drawer in a nightstand drawer.

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The next morning, I was woken up by the soft and subtle sound of fabric rustling and the smell of pancakes. I groaned. I never liked pancakes, and I don’t know whether that was because my preferences were… quite literally coming from the heart, or because I just absolutely hated the aftertaste that lingered in my mouth. 

I waited for Hayven to get ready and finish eating his breakfast, already thinking of idea of how to do this. A funny quip to whisper in their ear? Stay hidden while attacking and make them look like they were all just going crazy? Or just lure one them out and  walk off without caring that I would have absolutely traumatized this kid? I laughed to myself at the seemingly endless possibilities before Hayven walked back in, still looking nervous about today. 

“Oh please. It’s not like you haven’t done this before.” I stood up, waiting. 

“Would you prefer the pocket or in my bag?” He had asked before letting his hand down for me. I climbed on, trying to make it look like I wasn’t having a hard time trying to keep my balance. I at least have to show some kind of dignity in front of Hayven. 

“Pocket. It’s better than being thrashed around all day.” I grumbled, remembering when I did choose to stay in his bag one time and regretting everything. I only wanted to see what the inside of a mall looked like without being seen. There was always too many people for me to be blindly running on the ground so of course I had to take any chance I could get. 

Hayven laughed nervously, letting me into his hoodie pocket and very slowly making his way to school. He had told me it wasn’t very far from where he lived, so I guess walking shouldn’t take too long. 

When we arrived, I wasn’t expecting so many loud voices to cloud up my mind. I had to cover up my ears just to muffle some out. How does he even make it through the day here? Something had touched my back, which I had almost bit it away if I hadn’t realized it was just Hayven checking up on me. I would have complained for him to give me a warning next time, but I don’t think he could since well, we were surrounded by other humans. So let’s just try not to make things worse for him in this child prison. 

It had been a couple hours now, it was boring to just stay in the hoodie pocket all the time, but Hayven tried his hardest to keep me entertained. Whether it was grabbing me in a tight fist so I could try and escape, which I always managed to his amazement, or just taking me out secretly when no one was looking so I could get some fresh air. Of course we were in the halls but it still beat having to breathe in the clouded air around me. Not that I needed to breath anyways, but it’s nice to if I don’t want to feel like I constantly have a lack of oxygen going through my lungs. 

From a hidden view in the pocket, I could see a clock hanging above a huge door that showed that there was still an hour until Hayven would take us back, and so far I haven’t found the person responsible of hurting the human that’s helped me more times than I hated to admit. I think he still had one class though… the first seven were utterly boring in my opinion, and I couldn’t stand to listen to his history teacher ramble on about what year Columbus had found new land, then somehow spiral into how his daughter had recently went on a sailing trip. It took everything in me not to scream “Shut the hell up!” In the silent classroom. 

It was amazing how Hayven could even manage a single day in the hell-hole, let alone months on end with barely any breaks. I sighed, feeling the fabric surrounding me move as Hayven prepared to leave. Just another couple minutes, and I didn’t even get to humiliate anyone. I admit, it was a little saddening, but there was always tomorrow. 

The fabric around me stopped moving as Hayven took his seat. He carefully moved his hand into his pocket, checking on me as usual. I leaned against one of his fingers as he stopped moving, but for some reason I could tell that something was wrong. Kind of like an instinct an animal gets when they feel like something around them wasn’t right. 

Hayven’s hand was a little shaky, but I didn’t think too much on that. I peeked out of the little hole of the hoodie were I was sure no one would see me as I spotted a kid that sat right in front of him. I studied the kid for a while, careful not to let anyone see me. He was tall, muscular build, wore one of those jackets that students wear when they think they’re “Cool,” and “Popular,” but really their just people desperate for attention. Well, at least I know who my target is. And I’ll give them the attention that they want… 

I stayed hidden for a while before they were getting ready to leave again. I took this time to peak out, seeing that as soon as Hayven left the room, that guy followed blood behind, a menacing glare that must’ve stung the back of Hayven’s head. I quietly hissed to myself, preparing myself for what I was about to do. Might be crazy for a person of my size, but it would be oh so worth it later what I get the sweet, sweet taste of revenge. Probably almost literally. 

Hayven sighed as he turned the corner where no one was at, the other guy following close behind. Hayven stopped and quickly turned around, already accepting his fate. I started quietly cackling to myself, getting ready to jump out of his pocket and make this jock run all the way home crying. 

“Listen, I did your essay already, can I be left alone?” Hayven pleaded while I waited for this other guy made the first move like I knew he would. Then my world was spinning in just one second. I grabbed on tightly to the fabric surrounding me as Hayven was harshly shoved up against a locker. 

“Yeah, and I failed it anyways. Know anything about that?” I hissed as the human much, much taller than Hayven continued to whisper empty threats. Just before I could lunge at the big oaf, a tight hand gripped around me, and I admit I was only scared for a second, but quickly tried to gain my freedom. Hayven knew what I was about to do, and as soon as I was free, I hurried up to the other guys shoulder and quickly started clawing at it, running away the second his hand came slapping down. I snickered, grabbing a tuff of their hair and pulling as hard as I could, causing his head to fall backward along with the rest of his body and in front of everyone in the hall. I fixed my position to remain hidden, pulling a little harder until his back hit one of the lockers. 

He looked around, eyes wide and locked on Hayven, who stood there in shock. I snickered, moving and started to bite at his neck and shoulders that made him move around like he was losing his absolute mind just as I had hoped. I started hearing earfuls of laughs, but kept on making him move his limbs wildly before his hand had almost managed to grab me. I noticed a few kids with their phones out, taking a video of what was happening and only prayed that I wasn’t caught at any point. 

Sadly, I didn’t have any of the hand-made weapons I had stashed away underneath Hayven’s desk (I promise I only had them there just in case he had tried anything.) But they were also for instances when I used to live alone. They would have been so useful right now. It’s not like I wanted to kill this random kid who’s been most likely terrorizing most people, just… teach him a very valuable lesson. Also, it is pretty fun to just attack people when they don’t know what’s happening. Seriously. It’s incredibly hard to hold in my laugh right now. 

I giggled as I jumped down onto the ground, failing at making a perfect landing, but only Hayven had seen it. I still grumbled to myself about it before quickly making my way towards Hayven, who shoved me back into his hoodie pocket to keep me hidden. The jock guy stared wide-eyed at him, most likely seeing me run off the floor. I watched carefully as he then looked around aimlessly, trying to put the very obvious pieces together. I grinned, happy with myself. Could’ve done a lot more, but alas, I have to play along with the rules when I’m around humans. 

Hayven stayed a while longer, watching as the guy struggled to stand up and started yelling at the other students who were filming the entire thing. “There was a-a tiny thing- uh- person! Yeah!” Everyone started laughing while I made my way to Hayven’s shoulder, we looked at each other with smiles on our faces. 

“You’re going crazy man!”

“Delusional I swear!” 

The jock turned back to us, glaring, then his eyes set on me. I whispered, knowing he wouldn’t hear me but just so I can be funny, “No one will believe you.” Hayven clasped his hands over his mouth, struggling to muffle his own laughter as he rushed down the hall and through the doors, carefully keeping me out of sight in his pocket from the other humans that walked along the street.

“Okay we’re good.” He giggled, as he helped me out of his pocket. He had walked back to a bus stop that he always waited at to get home. Surprisingly enough there wasn’t anyone here, but that was besides the point. I could finally let out the unruly amount of laughs I was holding in. Suddenly we were both in sync, our eyes tearing up and abdomens wheezing in pain from the lack of oxygen, but that didn’t matter as much to me as it did to Hayven. 

“Dude, you’re like a pocket assassin!” We both stopped laughing for a while before I wheezed, throwing my head back and falling backwards out onto Hayven’s open palm. 

Our laughs died down after a while, earning a few distant stares from other people, but they didn’t notice me. I stood up, smirking with my arms crossed, “And I’d gladly do it again.” 

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Again, I still don’t know how to feel about this little one-shot but I hope you liked it! (I’ll re-write it if you didn’t :3) Thank you for requesting this prompt as well! I had fun writing it!

I am still taking writing prompts/commissions for the next couple of days (For free!!), so if anyone wants a certain writing piece, I’ll gladly write it for you! (There are certain things I will NOT write, and I will let you know if I’m comfortable with it or not) Please keep the prompts strictly sfw if you would like a certain prompt! :3

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[swearingcactus]

Obscure Far Cry Promos and Content

I'm a big far cry fan, which means I have to make my own food in this economy. But sometimes I just want some ACTUAL canon or canon-ish or even just canon-adjacent content, y'know? It has gotten to the point I go into youtube rabbit holes or watch a remarkably below average hallmark movies for 5 minutes of an actor's screentime to hopefully hear Jason or Ajay or whoever talk. And so in these quests, I've found a couple obscure promos. Gonna compile them here for myself mostly :)

Far Cry 3

Far Cry 3 - The Voices of Insanity: Doctor Earnhardt //a live action video with Alec Earnhardt's VA

Far Cry 3 - The Voices of Insanity: Vaas //same thing but with Michael Mando

Hoyt Audition Far Cry 3 //the last part of "The Voices of Insanity" videos, couldn't find the one from Ubisoft's own account but someone else had posted it on youtube

Far Cry 3 for PS3: TV Spot

Far Cry 3 -- Island Survival Guide: Psychopaths, Drugs & Other Dangers // video narrated by Willis Huntley

Far Cry 3 -- The Savages: Vaas & Buck // this video shows a rare render of vaas with tataus on his arm!

Far Cry 3 | The Tribe: Citra & Dennis //this video has a deleted scene where Jason hallucinates the tatau snaking up his arm

Far Cry 3 -- The Tyrant: Hoyt

Far Cry 3 - Insane Edition // this is a promo done for a special edition for the game, Michael Mando probably couldn't shoot the promo himself and just voice acted, and so they used another actor and made it so the camera never sees Vaas's face.

^ There is also a survival guide titled Face Your Insanity written by post-Rook events Jason Brody as part of the Insane Edition.

Far Cry 3 | E3 2012 Step Into Insanity Trailer [NORTH AMERICA] // this has a few close-ups of Jason and Vaas switching places with each other

Far Cry 3 Interviews (via @lulu2992)

Far Cry 3 Tweets by Jeffrey Yohalem, the lead writer. (also compiled by @/lulu2992! Thanks again!)

Far Cry 4

Divya Kandala's Blog (archived on the Wayback Machine) // Divya Kandala is a fictional journalist who wrote a blog about her travels to Kyrat, her blog's basically world-building promo for FC4. You could also find the house she stayed at in Kyrat!

Far Cry 4 TV Commercial

Far Cry 4 | Kyrat Tuk Tuk Stories //this is the MOST we see ajay in third person in promo content

Far Cry 4 - CGI Trailer // this isn't exactly RARE but it took forever for me to find that clip of ajay's eyes reflecting from the kukri. plus he looks EXTREMELY caucasian which really doesn't help the rumors I've heard that they originally wanted Jason again as FC4's protag

Comedy Central Far Cry 4 Commercial feat Danny Pudi & Donald Glover

Far Cry 4 and Childish Gambino: The Collaboration | PS4, PS3 // a music video for Crawl by Childish Gambino done as a collab

Old Archive.Org link to the Far Cry 4 webpage that had a choose your own adventure campaign

^ and the youtube video to promote it

Far Cry 4 | Behind the Scene Trailer 1/3 [Europe] // developer vlogs when they visited Nepal and interviewed the ghurka that became base for Golden Path, you can see the village that resembles Banapur a lot!

Far Cry 4 Performance Capture Interview // you can see Janina Gavankar, Amita's actress doing some mocap in this

Janina Gavankar Talks Far Cry 4 - ^ and the interview with her after

World Gameplay Premiere - Walkthrough E3 2014 - Far Cry 4 // this was to showcase gameplay but they eventually took out this entire mission where you have to wingsuit to Ratu Gadhi (Yuma's fortress), which is a shame because it looked very nice.

Far Cry 5

i'll be honest, im not a fc5 girlie, so i dont usually do a lot of digging, and im pretty sure these are actually not obscure at all. but these are trailers i found that really blew it out of the park. the marketing team for 5 really went HAM

Far Cry 5: Teaser Trailer | Ubisoft //this has a peggie banging someone's head to a church bell rhythmically with the gorgeous view of Montana mountains as backdrop and i for one, find it hilarious

Far Cry 5 | The Sermon - Live Action Trailer

Far Cry 5 | The Baptism - Live Action Trailer //somebody once mentioned this one has Joseph looking like Trevor GTA and i have never quite known peace ever since. it really also shows the reality of how Joseph is actually just really Unwell, and lore that Joseph killed Pastor Jerome's daughter that never showed up in-game.

Far Cry 5: Anything Can Happen, Everything Will - Live Action TV Spot | Trailer // mixes live action and game CGI renders, pretty cool actually!

The Making of Far Cry 5 | Behind the Scenes of Ubisoft [Documentary]

Far Cry 6 Comics

not gonna put in FC6 stuff because they're actually very easy to find! lots of trailers and mocaps and interviews on youtube :) Far Cry 6 actually has a more obscure lore in their comics

Far Cry: Esperanza's Tears comic // this is a Juan-centric prequel comic that features a completely new country, lore about Far Cry universe's political landscape, and lots of cameos from 3-6's characters! very interesting read especially if you're a sucker for backstories like me

Far Cry: Rite of Passage comic // this is more popular as it features Anton telling Diego the backstories for 3-5's villains.

There is also a book titled The Official Far Cry Survival Guide written by a fictional character called Hunter Nash, who supposedly grew up with Hope County-level of a doomsday prepper dad and winds up as a journalist who travels to the locations of 3-6 and wrote how to survive each location accordingly. It's adorned with official artwork of the games and plenty of survival tips. Not much lore-wise, but cool nonetheless! it also fuels my co-workers au ideas but that's personal.

i have actually found stuff like a really old MTV show called Undressed with Gianpaolo Venuta where he uses his Jason voice for his character, and how Patrick Kwok-Choon, the new voice actor for Ajay does voice acting in Thomas the Train Engine and Paw Patrol, and an indie movie with Greg Bryk where he wears fun sunglasses like Joseph, but that's neither here nor there to the franchise, so eh. // i'll edit this post if i find more, so maybe check back sometimes!