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captain-huggy-bear · 6 days ago

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Valentine’s Day is coming up! How do you think bf!Quinn would go about asking his gf to be his valentine?

I actually think he assumes he doesn't have to, like I love Quinn and normally I'd say he's super attentive. But I genuinely think he assumes that because you're dating it's just a given, of course he's your valentine and you're his and so while he has everything planned, you're there waiting to be asked and he just...never does and you assume that maybe he's forgotten valentine's entirely but you try not to hold it against him, still getting a card a gift ready for him because it's okay, people forget. Totally happy to take requests/ideas/prompts at the moment in my ask box :) Writing Masterlist

You've decided that Quinn's forgotten. That's the only reasonable explanation you can come up with for why your boyfriend of 9 months hasn't asked you to be his Valentine's yet. You try to be forgiving about it, he's had a lot of pressure on his shoulders lately with the season and being captain, there's talks of trades left right and centre so of course his mind hasn't been on asking you to be his Valentine's.

You tell yourself it's no biggy. You still get him a card and a lego flower set because you know he can't eat chocolates at the moment and you know he loves anything he can do to relax from the season and social media. You don't need anything from him, you don't need a Valentine because he's always doing sweet things for you all year round. He's got a lot on his plate. It's okay.

So you're more than a little shocked when you're woken up at 7am by the sound of someone knocking on your apartment door, you assume it's a neighbour because Quinn's forgotten Valentine's day and likely wouldn't come to see you till later in the day. You don't rush, feet sliding into your slippers as you yawn and grumble on your way to your apartment front door.

"Quinn?"

You almost don't believe it when you open the door to see Quinn stood there, big navy blue Canucks hoodie on, nice jeans and nice sneakers as well. He's got a massive bouquet of your favourite flowers in your favourite colour scheme in his arms, as well as what looks to be some chocolates, a card and a teddy bear that's balancing precariously on top of the pile.

"Happy Valentine's day, baby." Quinn smiles at you softly, taking in your bedhead and the way you blink at him in shock. He assumes it's because he's here so early, usually he'd come later, after morning skate, but it'd been cancelled for the day.

"I...I thought you forgot?" You sound so shocked as you step aside and let him into your apartment, but it's the words that have him stopping just in the threshold.

"You thought I forgot?" He sounds offended, near horrified at the suggestion and you instantly feel foolish. You feel foolish because Quinn is such an attentive boyfriend why would he forget? But...he didn't ask..."

"You...you didn't ask me to be your Valentine...I thought...maybe you'd just forgotten because of how busy you've been." You try to explain because every boyfriend you'd had in the past always asked before the day, always made it clear that you had plans together on the day and if they didn't it was because they'd forgotten about it entirely.

"I...I was supposed to ask?" Quinn's face drops entirely, mouth open slightly, grey-green eyes wide. He'd just assumed...well you were his girlfriend so...that made you his Valentine's without asking, right? But...fuck, he hadn't really had to do this before and no one had ever called him out on it and...fuck.

"That's what people normally do right?" You're starting to doubt yourself now, did your parents ever actually ask each other? Or did they just give each other gifts? What about your friends and their partners?

"I...I thought you only asked when you weren't in a relationship, I thought...you're my girlfriend so of course you're my Valentine, baby..." He tries to explain because he's actually a little worried he's fucked up, Quinn's almost certain you're going to be angry at him and he's ruined the entire day. Maybe you'll add it to a list of infractions and maybe it'll be final straw. Maybe this is the end and he's about to be broken up with on Valentine's day like an idiot...fuck, Jack wouldn't let him live that down.

"Oh, I...I've always been asked."

"Shit, fuck...I'm sorry..." He puts the gifts down on a table you have in the hallway before reaching for your hands, cradling them in his own.

"It's okay," You can't help but laugh a little relieved that this is all some big miscommunication, big misunderstanding and you let him pull you closer until you're chest to chest, leaning your head back to look up at him.

"Will you be my Valentine, baby?" He's scared you'll say no now because apparently he was supposed to ask before hand and you thought he'd forgotten Valentine's day entirely because

"Of course I will." You smile up at him. Quinn's shoulders drop in relief because he was expected the worst. His arms come to wrap around your waist, pulling you as close as possible as he presses a kiss to your cheek out of relief and gratitude that you're not angry at him.

"You sure? I didn't fuck up too badly?"

"I'm sure, I was already going to forgive you for forgetting..." You like him too much, love him enough already that you know you're prepared to forgive quite a few infractions as long as they're not malicious or intentional. You know you could forgive him for forgetting something like Valentine's day if he did.

"You were?"

"Mmm, I assumed you were just so stressed and...that's not your fault." He kind of hates that you assumed he forgot, but be hates more that you would have forgiven him for it because you deserve someone who always remembers, who always puts you first. He hates the idea that you're willing to accept less from him.

"Well, I didn't forget, I just...next year I'll ask before hand I just assumed..."

"I know, baby. It's okay."

"You're sure?"

"Certain."

#huggy bear writes #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes/reader #quinn hughes #nhl imagine #nhl x reader

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starlighttsv · 13 days ago

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Lego sets - Paige’s daughter

💌 Syn: paige buys lilah some gifts as a reward for getting good grades

»»— warnings: las!paige - i wrote this way before the draft lottery and was to lazy to change the team and teammates

»»— notes: finally finished bringing stuff over from wattpad!! now i just have to bring stuff from here over to wattpad 😔

»»— word count: 1.6k

»»— pair: paige x daughter!oc || lilah bueckers

Paige, Cameron, Rickea, and Rae all went to target today to get some necessities but Paige was also getting a few things for her daughter, as she had done really good on her spelling test and math test so P wanted to give Lilah a little reward. Paige and Lilah always have mama-daughter dates, and most of those date nights are exactly like this: eating take out or cooking together, baking some type of dessert (mostly already made cookie dough) and building legos while watching some game show on Netflix. It's both of their favorite things to do and they always cherish those nights as they don't get to do it a lot during the wnba season and Paige knew Lilahs gonna grow out of it eventually.

"What about Star Wars?" Rae asks holding up the gaint Darth Vader Lego set "we already did it a month ago" P says not even looking at her, focusing on the Lego boxes in front of her "okayyy what about the Eiffel Tower?" "Did it like 3 three weeks ago" "Stitch?" "A few years ago. Did it my fifth year of college." "Flowers" "have done multiple different ones" "alright we give up" Rickea says as she got tired of them all listing things off, just to immediately be shut down by Paige

Paige ignores them as they keep complaining about anything and everything, just looking at the legos trying to find some good ones, that P knows Lilah will love. That's when she sees a Moana set and a Disney Castle set, which is perfect for Lilah. Paige grabs those and put them in the cart that her and Rae are sharing, Cameron and Rickea sharing another cart.

"Finally! Can we go now?" Rae exclaims "No. I need to get a few more things. You guys can go to the front if you want, I'll meet you when I'm done." Paige says trying to make them not be annoyed anymore, as they all have been at the store for almost two hours, getting stuff they all needed or wanted in their houses. All of their feet's are starting to hurt and not mention they all have been stopped by fans like every 5 minutes.

"No, we're not gonna leave you alone when we've been stopped like 100 times already by fans. What else do you need to get? And why was it so important you get legos today?"Cameron cuts in before any of the other girls could "I need to get some cookie dough, tru fru, milk, chicken tenders, mac and cheese, carrots, mixed fruit, and a stuffed animal. And to answer your second question, Lilah got a B+ on her spelling test and a C+ on her math test, so we're gonna have a mama-daughter date night. The legos, Tru fru, and Stuffed animal are her reward and the food is her favorite meal, and we always bake something on m&d nights." Paige tells them "wait she passed? Those were the ones she was struggling with right?" Rickea asked "yeah, I was helping her study words in the locker room." Cameron cuts in before Paige can say anything "yeah she was struggling with those subjects a lot, so that's why I'm giving her a reward. She doesn't know that I know yet, as her teacher told me so it's gonna be a surprise."

"Alright so let's split up, me and cam will go get the cookie dough, milk, tru fru, and chicken tenders. You and Rae go get the stuffed animal, carrots, Mac and cheese, and mixed fruit. We can meet up at the self checkout. What kind of cookie dough and tru fru?" Rickea adds

"Chocolate chip cookie dough and for tru fru, bananas and strawberries." Paige answers making Rickea nod, and start turning around making Paige and Rae start doing the same, heading to where the stuffed animals are. "Hey Paige, wait" Rickea stops and turns around making P and Rae also do that "when you’re getting the stuffed animal, get some mini brands and lol dolls. I know Lil likes that stuff, My treat." Rickea continues "alright. Are you sure?" P asks "yep, I'm positive." Rickea says making Paige nod "ok, Thank you." Paige replies making Rickea nod and turn back around,- both groups going in different directions to get the rest of the stuff.

They all met up like planned and payed for their own stuff, Paige dropped them off at Cameron's apartment as they’re all getting ready together to go to a bar, and Paige took all her store bags home and set up what could be set up, before leaving to go pick lilah up from school. On the drive back to their home P told lilah that there was a surprise waiting for her making her get excited and start asking and guessing what it was. Obviously Paige wouldn't tell her.

When they got home Lilah was rushing Paige to unbuckle her and get her out of the car, at least Lilah still followed those rules when P knew she really wanted to just run to the house. Paige lifted her out of the car and set her on the ground "don't run yet, I need to get a few things from the car alright?" Paige asks her making Lilah immediately pout, Paige has learned to just ignored that though.

P made her way to the trunk and got her bag and lilahs school bag and then shut the trunk, lilah was still bouncing on the heels of her feet "cmon mama, I wanna see the surprise"

"Alright Alright, come here" Paige says chuckling slightly. P picks lilah up and put her on her hip and locks the car with her keys, then started making her way to the elevator to take the two of them to their apartment

Lilah is still trying to guess what it is and has listed the surprise about 4 times but P lied each time and said she was wrong. They make it to their apartment and Paige set Lilah down in front of the door, grabbed the keys out of her pocket - unlocking and opening the door for Lilah, which she immediately runs through.

She looks in the kitchen first and doesn't see anything as P put all the food away when she dropped the bags off, then she goes into the living room. Bingo!

She sees the legos, stuffed animal, lol dolls, and mini brands set up on the table, she sees the blankets and pillows that Paige brought out and put on the couch, and she sees their favorite game show "the circle" loaded up on the tv

"MAMA AND DAUGHTER DAY?!" She yells mispronouncing daughter "yep! You did so good on your math and spelling test, I figured you deserved a reward. Rickea bought you the lol dolls and mini brands though so you’ll need to thank her next time you see her. "

"I will! Thank you mama!" "Your welcome princess! But there is more, for dinner we are gonna have chicken tenders, mac and cheese, mixed fruit, and carrots. For dessert I got chocolate chip cookie dough, and another part of your reward is tru fru." She just squealed and ran up hugging Paige’s legs, P bent down a little and put one of her hands on Lilahs head and the other on her back, trying her best to hug Lilah back with the gaint height difference

"Alright babe, why don't you go get changed into your pjs and we will start dinner once you come back?" "Okay!" Lilah says and then runs off to her room

Paige goes to the kitchen and gets the chicken and mac and cheese out, filling a pot with water and turning the stove on. Once that's done P goes to her room and changes into her green plaid pj pants and a UConn zip up jacket. Walking back into the kitchen Paige sees Lilah wearing her Olaf onesie Azzi bought her so they could match, standing on her foot stool, leaning on the kitchen counter watching the water

"You ready to make dinner?" Paige asks her while walking closer and looking into the pot of water, seeing that it is boiling "yeah!" Paige opens the box of Kraft Mac and cheese and hand it to her "dump that in the water"

After they made dinner and ate it, they put the leftovers away and got comfortable in the living room, setting blankets and pillows on the floor and making a giant bed/ pillow type thing in front of the living room table

Lilah decided she wanted to open the lol dolls and mini brands now, so while she was doing that Paige opened the Disney castle Legos and started reading the instructions

"Mama look" Lilah said excitedly making Paige look over at her and see her holding a few small food items from the mini brands "wow baby, you’re gonna have your very own pantry soon" that made Lilah giggle a little bit. Once she saw what P was doing Lilah put the other stuff away and pointed to the tv "circle?" Paige asked even though she knew what Lilah wanted, already grabbing the remote and turning on Netflix while she was nodding.

Once the shows turned on they both start working together (pretty much just Paige, while Lilah plays with the legos) to build the Disney castle. Eventually it was built and they cleaned up their mess, laying down on the couch and Lilah laying on Paige’s chest. Paige turned on a Disney movie for Lilah but she fell asleep holding onto Paige’s jacket not even 15 minutes in.

🏷️ @melpthatsme @rebecca-woso @authentic-girl03

#paige bueckers #paige bueckers x fem!reader #paige bueckers x reader #paige x reader #uconn x reader #paige bueckers x oc #uconn wbb #paige bueckers fic #paige bueckers x daughter!oc #starlighttsv’s works ✍️

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tlouadditc · 1 year ago

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to the brim ... <3

dom!abby x fem!sub!reader

!! not my pic !!

warnings: fluff + smut [MDNI and MEN DNI.] modern!au / no apocalypse, established relationship, softdom!abby [?], i couldnt think of good gifts dont mind it, abby is a gamer confirmed bc i said so, breeding [duh], abby has a breeding strap, filthy talk omg :(( ah!! i think thats it

a/n: ever since i read @seattlesellie's ellie breeding fic... i've been a changed woman. so here's my take on abby! p.s.: no desc. of hair, skin color, size, etc. :) this is also kinda long but enjoy my loves!

you and abby had been together for around 3 long, happy years. the happiest years, you could say. it was weird; you never thought you'd end up like this. never.. imagined being happy with someone, especially someone as outgoing and brave as abby. you were complete opposites, you being more introverted and kept to yourself while abby was loud and proud. even the way she asked you out [buying you your favorite flowers, making you dinner, AND two cute little matching rings] was memorable and creative. you've always loved everything about her.

today, in present time, is your anniversary. every year, you attempt to top the last year. always remembering little details and bookmarking whatever she sent you just for this moment. abby's currently at her office job; "busiest day of the year, but i'll be back in time for dinner," she explained earlier that morning. "promise!" you take this as an opportunity to buy her gifts and plan out a romantic dinner for the night.

lately, she's been wanting these lego flower sets [specifically the orchid ones since they reminded her of you.. :,)], so you quickly bought one. that isn't enough, you think, so you also get custom lego keychains of both of you, making them both wear wedding dresses and smile as bright as the sun. while you're at it, you get her favorite cake, chocolate with strawberry sprinkles, and have "happy 3rd anniversary, my love" on the top. you smile as you reach your apartment, already visualizing her surprised face. i'll get her this year, you think as you step inside.

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hours later, you hear a slight knock knock knock on the door. perfect timing, you think, quickly fixing your hair and looking over your outfit. you're wearing a black maxi dress, tight-fitting over your curves, but simple in style. it's kinda casual, but abby insisted on staying home. "it's for my surprise," she argued, a smirk forming on her face as she said it. she always had some quick trick up her sleeve, but you're even quicker.

well. most of the time.

you peek in the peephole, and there she is. she's wearing her glasses today [her bluelight ones you bought for her your last anniversary since she always complained about her headaches], dressed in all black and her hair flowing down her shoulders. her hands hold onto the handle of a medium sized, deep red giftbag. she probably feels your eyes on her, because flashes a pearly smile up to the small opening. no matter how much she smiles, you never get tired of it. you quickly unlock the door and open it widely.

her pale skin turns a slight dusty shade of pink as she looks you up in down, lovingly taking in your beauty. her mouth opens to say something, but all that comes out is a soft, "hi, baby," before she pulls you into a tight hug, exhaling as she wraps her toned arms around you. she feels like.. like something familiar, but nothing you've ever felt before. something comforting. like home.

she pulls back, placing her hands on either cheek. her eyes move back and forth from one eye to another, almost as if she's trying to read your mind, hear your thoughts. "missed you so much, bun." she leans in, giving you two small pecks on the lips before pulling you into one last hug.

"missed you more abs," you murmur, "more than you'd ever know."

she pulls back, smiling as you mirror her expression. after a couple of seconds, she finally looks around the apartment. "babe?" she questions, clearly in shock. there's big, red heart balloons and her favorite candles are lit all around. she's completely enveloped in the candlelit room, gasping when she looks down and sees rose petals scattered beautifully on the wooden floor. you see her eyes lock onto two red, nicely wrapped gifts on the coffee table. "oh. my god," she looks from the living room back to you, astonished. "no, you didn't."

"oh, yes i did," you giggle as you close and lock the front door. she walks carefully over the fresh rose petals into the living room. she sits on the couch, looking up at you with doe eyes. "babe, if this is what i think it is..." she pauses and exhales. all you can do is smile; your excitement cannot be contained. "open them up!" you cheer, sitting down in the armchair beside the sofa.

she picks up the smaller box, cautiously shaking it. she was always great at guessing your gifts. but this time, she furrows her brows in confusion. she shakes it once more, a little harder this time, deep thought written across her sharp face. the scrunch in her nose makes you laugh a bit. "is it.." she starts, but cuts herself off. "i don't know.. actually."

you shrug, "then open it, babe." she sighs before accepting defeat and opening the small package. as soon as she gets the paper off, she gasps and looks up at you. "oh my god!" she exclaims. "wait, are these-" she looks back at the package, back at you, and holds it up to your face. "oh my god! it's us!"

you smile and laugh while she gushes over the fact they look exactly like you two. "how did they get my hair perfect? and the little dresses! i mean, look at it, oh my god." she admires them silently for a few seconds before uttering, "this is gonna be us, bun. i promise."

the uncontrollable urge to smile takes over your face, making your cheeks hurt a bit. she's muttering a thousand "thank you"s before opening the next one; the one you're the most excited about. she's been talking about this since last year, but she never had the time to get it or start it, matter of fact.

she tears the paper once again, immediately stopping in her tracks. her eyes move up to you once again and her jaw goes slack. "oh my FUCKING god," she yells, ripping the rest of the paper off. it's almost like she's a child again; the way her face lights up makes your entire day worth while. she proceeds to nerd out over the set once again, "this is so... oh my goodness i can't even explain how excited i am. thank you so much babe... wow.. i got so lucky..."

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you made her favorite dinner that night, having it freshly prepared for her and still warm on the stove. she just rambles about how she's the luckiest woman in the world to have a beautiful girlfriend and how much she loves you. she continues this throughout the entire meal, making sure she can treat you with the same treatment whenever she can; wiping your cheek when anything got on your face, getting you whatever you needed with no questions asked.. anything. basically, your everyday treatment with her.

after dinner, you both sit on the sofa, talking about your days. mid-conversation, abby randomly gasps.

"and then he was li- uhm... abby?"

"oh my god. i almost forgot!"

"what? what's the matter?"

"your gift!!"

she practically jumps out of her seat, striding over to the counter where she left the giftbag. "can't believe i forgot my gift for my special girl." she scoffs at herself and sits while handing you the bag. it's not heavy, but it's also not lightweight. you scan through your memories of things you've mentioned to her: cats, a wedding ring, books... but it didn't seem like any of that stuff was in here.

you give up, opening the top and looking inside. your jaw drops. you see a long, light pink box. there's fancy gold lettering across the front that you can't read. you take the box out, and unwrap the ribbon bow from around it. as you lift the top up, you see plush flowers and.. a small hello kitty stuffed animal in between the flowers. you squeal as you put the bag down and hug abby tightly, muttering thankyouthankyouthankyou!! all she does is smile and whisper "of course, princess." you think that's it before you realize there's a small pink card and a even smaller box inside the bag.

confused, you pick up the card and analyze the cover. it's a baby princess themed card; such an abby thing to do. you glance over at her to crack a smile, but you realize she has on that devilish smirk plastered across her face. uh oh, you think. "why're you smiling like that, babe?"

"like what?" her smirk grows wider.

that's even more 'abby' like than the card.

you roll your eyes jokingly before deciding to open the card up. inside, there's a paragraph written:

"dear y/n,

happy 3rd anniversary, my love! i'm so glad you're in my life, even after all this time. you'll always be special to me and i see that we will grow old together. i know you've been wanting that bouquet for a while, but i noticed you've been obsessed with something more.."

you glance up at abby once again. she's watching your reaction with that same smirk. what is she up to? you continue to read:

"i hope you noticed the cover of the card; of course, you're my princess, and you always will be. but i always see you looking at baby clothes when we're out, gushing over baby videos at home, etc etc. and even though we technically can't make one.. i can still give you the experience. ;) love your [nonofficial] wife, abby"

you feel your face heat up as you close the card. abby's large, warm hand suddenly starts stroking your leg through the dress, jolting you back to reality. she chuckles, whispering, "mm, you want that, right? you want me to knock you up?" she's getting closer, her hot breath hitting your neck, making you shudder. "want me to fill you to the brim, baby? hm?"

she's kissing your neck, small pecks turning into full-on hickeys. she loves the way you whimper and squirm, the way you turn your head to give her more access. "i'll take that as a yes," she breathes, a small laugh leaving her mouth. her hand travels from your leg, up to your neck and chin, making you turn and kiss her.

"so pretty like this," she coos in between kisses. she's lost in your big eyes, your noises; lost in you. she toys with the thin straps of your dress, subtly signaling to take it off. you, of course, rush to peel it off. after you do so, you're almost completely naked while she's completely clothed. the drastic difference makes you feel small under her predatory gaze. she taps her thigh twice and demands, "come here, princess."

you straddle her lap, your clothed cunt slightly gaining friction against her pants, making you whimper. "such pretty noises," she murmurs, mostly to herself. her hands rest nicely on your sides, right above your hips. "so, tell me," she starts. "how you wanna do this, mama?"

the new nickname makes you feel a slight heartbeat in between your legs. "oh, you liked that, huh?" she comments, smirking as she looks up at your pretty little face. "well, if you want me to take control, i'll do it. i'll do whatever you want, mama."

"use me," you blurt out, desperately needing her right at that moment. you move your hips back and forth, grinding against her crotch to relieve the ache in between your thighs. abby lets out a breathy laugh, "oh, you want it that bad? god, you're so cute."

before you can respond, she's wrapping her arm around your waist and standing up. you wrap your legs around her waist and your arms around her neck out of instinct. she's walking you to the bedroom, just like her little princess.

when she gets into the room, she lays you on your back, legs behind held back by her large hands pinning them under your armpits. your breath is shaky, heartbeat practically bulging out of your chest. she leaves a trail of sloppy, wet kisses from your neck alllll the way down to your bellybutton. "f-fuck, abby," you shudder, her face getting closer and closer to your heat. "what's wrong?" she asks, "what you need, baby?"

"need you inside," you beg, not caring how pathetic you sound now. "oh, i know, baby," she coos, "but i wanna make this special for you, okay? no rushing. just us."

you appreciate her genuine care with your intimate experiences with her, but at this point, the ache was growing more and more painful as time went on. you whine, moving one of the hands pinning your leg to your cunt. "please, abs. need it."

"fuck, babe," her voice is low and husky, almost a growl. "okay, okay, i got you, mkay? i'll treat you right, promise."

her pointer finger ghosts over your swollen clit, forcing a small moan out. small little circles stimulate your bud, drenching your already soaked panties. she groans, "always so wet f'me, my god." as if she can't take it anymore, she practically rips off the small cloth off your aching pussy. the cold air meeting the warmth of your core makes you gasp, squeezing your thighs together in response.

abby's warmth comes back and divorces your legs apart, pinning them back to where they were originally. "gonna take such good care of you, mama," she mutters, kissing your inner thighs. after what feels like an eternity of teasing, she finally lays small, short kitten licks on your cunt. the small feeling of her warm muscle against your clit relieves the burning ache in your core, but only for a second. she lays a flat tongue, collecting your slick as she moves up. your small "oh"s egg her on, fueling her ego as she spreads your lips apart and latches onto your bud. your moans grow louder and louder, legs slightly trembling from how good it felt. little did you know, she's getting off on your pretty little reactions; she's moaning against your bud, vibrations making your legs shake even more.

"ffffuck-," you cry out, gripping the sheets from pleasure. the vibrations send you over the edge, the familiar tingly feeling in your abdomen unraveling. "m'cumming- oh my god," you wail, attempting to close your legs to get away from abby's tongue. her hands grip your thighs, forcing them apart once again. she continues to suck on your clit, overstimulating you. "t-too much - fuck!"

your juices and her saliva mix, coating the bottom of her chin. she finally unlatches from your sensitive, swollen bud and wipes her chin. "sorry, bun," she says, heavily breathing, "you just taste so goddamn sweet, i had to!"

as abby starts to walk away [you assume it's to help you clean up so you guys can sleep], you slowly drift away into a deep sleep..

"nuh uh, 'm not done with you, mama."

your eyes force open, eyes immediately landing on abby's bare chest. she was almost never topless around you - except when you two showered together - but it wasn't a norm in the house. you unintentionally whisper, "you're so beautiful," causing a wide smile to go across abby's kind face. "thank you, baby," she replied, "c'mere." she patted the edge of the bed. her usual black strap was buckled on, intimidating you from the end of the bed.

you crawl to the edge, sitting on your feet when you reach abby. she giggles, "get on your back, babe. you know the drill." you follow her orders, slightly chuckling at your mistake. as she lines herself up with your slit, she caresses your face, just telling you how much she loves you; "love you so much, bun. i'm so lucky to have you, y'know that, right?" she peppers small pecks along your face in between, smiling at your perfect face.

"'m gonna go all in, okay? jus' let me know when i can move," she warns. you nod, slightly nervous. the strap seemed bigger than usual; a bit wider too. it made you think she'd rip you apart with this thing! but as she bottomed out, the sharp painful sensation was short lived and replaced with a more pleasant sensation, the feeling of being full. and not just full, but full of her.

you start to slightly grind on her cock, trying to get any pleasure. the desperate motion making abby smirk and slam into you again, this time earning a loud, pathetic yelp from you. she continues to slam into you, holding your hips for leverage. "yea, keep makin' those pretty sounds for me," she groans, almost in an animalistic way. all you can do is tell her how good you feel, hands gripping onto her toned biceps.

she brings a hand down, right over your abdomen, pressing slightly. "you feel me right there, yea?" there's a slight bulge where her strap is; the sight makes you drool slightly. you nod feverishly, focusing on her voice and her dick pounding into you. her hips snap back and forth, squishing sounds filling the dimly lit room.

she, on the other hand, is hyper-focused on watching the black silicone disappear inside your gushing cunt, a vague white ring forming around the base of her cock. the sight alone has her pussydrunk and practically forming a pool in between her thighs. "such a messy fucking cunt," she murmurs. "wish i could fucking - shit - fill that little pussy up."

your moans become louder, your grip tightening on the meat of her muscles. your head goes back, putting the hickeys she gave you on full display. "oh, you fucking like that, huh?" she places both hands on either side of your head, still fucking you at a relentless pace. every thrust she does, her tits bounce slightly in front of you. her hair frames her face perfectly, the sweat beads racing down her skin as she pounds into you.

"holy fuck," you whimper. her cock, buried deep inside your greedy little cunt, hits that spongy spot inside of you, making you go insane. she smirks, she knows what she's doing. "what? speak up, princess," she speaks, a mocking tone laced in her words.

"s-so good," a choked moan cuts you short.

"you like the way 'm fucking you? like the way that dick got you going crazy, huh?"

a string of yesyesyes's is all you can get out, too lost in your own pleasure.

"wan' me to fuck my baby into you?" she's out of breath, start to whimper, but she doesn't slow down or stop. she just keeps. on. pounding. she's chasing her orgasm, clit bumping against the base of the strap. you're just a wailing, helpless mess under her, begging for her to cum into you. "i need it, p-please, abs!"

she moans loudly as her thrusts get sloppier, slowing down slightly. you feel a thick liquid unleash into your hole, filling you up. the new feeling causing you to gasp, looking down at where you two met. abby fully pulls out after a few seconds, when a gush of white liquid slowly drips out of your stuffed cunt. she whispers, "fuck, that's a pretty sight to see." using one hand, she spreads you open, your fucked-out hole on display, just for her.

you're still trying to steady your breathing, getting more tired by the second. abby sits on the bed next to you, pulling you into her lap. she caresses your face once again, "did so good f'me, baby. happy anniversary." she kisses your forehead, cuddling you close to her body. before you fully fall asleep, she picks you up, bridal style.

"wh- what are you doing?" you question, half asleep.

"gotta clean you up, babe." she giggles at your sleepy voice.

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after a long, warm bubble bath together and a small cleaning session, you and abby finally lay back on the couch to watch a movie and cuddle.

"y'know what, babe?" she asks, shoveling chocolate cake into her mouth.

"what?"

"i wish i could actually get you pregnant."

you slightly giggle at that, "me too."

"i also want to marry you. really badly." she's looking at your face now, reading into your soul.

"we should get married," you speak, thoughtfully. what's the point of her bringing this u-

she gets up unexpectedly, walking over to your giftbag. confused, you ask, "what's up?" she pulls out that small box you saw earlier. "oh, nothing.." she walks in front of you, then dips down onto one knee.

you gasp. is this really happening? right here right now?? someone pinch me.

"y/n, you've made me the happiest woman on earth for the past 3 years we've been together. not to mention the first 4 of us being friends. now, i'm not gonna give a long, sappy speech during this amazing moment," she slightly chuckles, "but i want to ask you.. will you be my wife?" she opens the box, a shiny ring glistening in the light.

you can't see it that well since tears well up in your eyes. you could've never asked for anyone better than abby. she's made you a better person overall. she's been there for you, even in your darkest times. you nod, wiping your tears.

she's slightly chuckling, which you don't realize until your eyes clear. it's.. a minecraft ring. specifically a minecraft rose on a thick band of gold. you laugh and let her slide it on your ring finger.

"i'm sorry," she's still giggling as she gets up from the floor, "i saw this while i was out and i was like 'this is perfect.'" you're also giggling, "it is perfect. thank you, baby."

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a/n: abby's such a jokester! anyway hope u guys enjoyed this took forever!

taglist: @unicycl @xnoviee @aouiaa @akenosimp167 @njplatesruler [if you're striked out, i can't tag u!! :(]

#abby anderson smut #abby anderson #the last of us smut #tlou fic #abby anderson x female reader #abby x fem!reader #abby anderson x reader #tlou smut #tlou2 smut

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xuchiya · 6 months ago

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"Stargazers" || choi san ||

| genre: fluff. fluff. fluff. non!idol choi san | mentions: stargazers.

Every month, your boyfriend, Choi san, would bring you flowers whether they be a bouquet or just a simple 3 pieces of them. It went from various flowers–from roses–tulips–daisy–carnations or including the ones he finds outside the company, small plumeria and would give it to you with his eye smile while his hand outstretched with the said flower in his finger.

It is sweet and it made your heart melt as it is the first time you were given such a heartwarming present from someone. You grew up technically being given a few gifts like a small piece of chocolate from someone that has a crush on you (and you still appreciate that person) or that time someone gave you a vintage pocket watch telling you how much it means to them. Everything those people you met in the past that made you appreciate the smallest things in life. And you still do.

You smile, admiring the now drying bouquet of stargazer just beside your desk name plate. The colours were emphasizing the room of black and gold room of your office. Your secretary knocks before entering, “Ma’am Sir Holland is requesting for the reports for the next season of your book.”

“Yes, I’m finishing it right now. I’ll notify you. Thank you, Pia.” She nodded, bowing her head before exiting your office. Opening an empty document and you started typing your book report on your computer for the upcoming event that will be held inside your company for the release of the new season until your phone made a small ‘ding’ sound that you reached out for it without removing your eyes from the monitor. As you went to check the notification and saw that ‘최산’ was live.

You smile widely, feeling such butterflies being alive as you press and place your phone a stand as you continue working. As you watch, San talks to Atiny about his day and the tour along with the concert in a few days in North America, how Seonghwa keeps buying lego sets to bring back home; placing them on his shelf to flex to Atiny on his next live show. Completely not taking in the set up of his live as you were focused on typing that it felt like San is on a video call with you while he is still in a hotel room in the Philippines, and will fly back home later. He is on a world tour with the rest of his brothers and that they will be back on tour for North America next month.

“Oh this flower? I think it’s called lily? Ah no~ … It’s a stargazer!” Your fingers hover on your keyboard as you turn your attention to San. Indeed, in his hand was a stargazer but it was drying up. Similar to the one on your desk,

“Since you guys “mentioned it. I almost forgot to deliver a new one.” He was so busy on his phone that you frowned slightly as you read the comments of Atiny and you noticed one comment in particular and it also caught San’s attention.

It seemed impossible to see but San’s face turned slightly red as he placed a hand on his rising lips as a cheeky smile was evident even behind his large hands, “Well ~ I wanted my girl to feel special every month … NO! I want my girl to feel special all the time even if I’m not here.”

Showing the stargazer close to the camera, “Reason why I have a flower with me so I know when to buy her new one. “

Your heart pounded inside your chest and the warmth came crawling from your neck to your cheeks. So, that is why he knows when the flower had wilted without you knowing. And now that you figure out through the live and now because he has a single piece of flower to himself to monitor the condition of the bouquet, he gave you; he will give you fresh ones after every flower wilted.

You chuckle, shaking your head as you continue working with a happy and satisfied smile on your lips.

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez scenarios #ateez fluff #san ateez #ateez san #ateez choi san #san fluff #san x reader #choi san #san #choi san fluff #choi san x reader

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aureatchi · 1 year ago

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⛇₊˚ʚ₊˚✧ SANTA TELL ME IF HE REALLY CARES ft. dazai, chuuya, ranpo, fyodor, nikolai, sigma

the pm is hosting a christmas party for yokohama! everyone is encouraged to bring a gift for the people they love…so what do the bsd men get you?

info. fem!reader. sm fluff. profanities from chuuya ofc LOL, them trying to outdo each other for you. pm hq has a rooftop floor here. implied reader is in the ada. wc. 3.1k

You walked inside the lavish lobby of the port mafia headquarters to be greeted by DAZAI, who immediately embraced you in his arms.

“Bella! You made it!” he exclaimed, pulling you in. You could feel the heat of his body warming you up, relieving you of the chilly weather outside.

“Of course, Osamu,” you giggled. “Wouldn’t want to miss something super special as this.”

Still trapping you in his hug, he led you down the hallway, one hand moving to playfully pat your head. Security guards parted to let the two of you through, entering the room where everyone was.

“So many people!” you exclaimed when you entered the headquarters’ formal dining hall decorated in Christmas festivities. Everyone was either chatting about or gathering by a table to get sweet desserts or hot chocolate.

“Want some hot chocolate to warm up, angel?” Dazai asked, looking towards the line.

“No thanks,” you replied. “You’ve warmed my heart up already.”

He gave you a smug smile in response, but you didn’t miss the light pink that also flushed his cheeks.

“Come over here.”

You followed Dazai as he made his way to a different table filled with wrapped presents and bags alike.

Dazai took one of them—the gift bag in your favorite color and handed it to you.

“For the gift exchange,” he smiled. “Merry Christmas, bella. I hope you like it.”

Your eyes lit up in joy, grateful and excited to see what he had gotten you. “Thank you!”

The first thing you pulled out of the bag was a custom heart pendant in your preferred metal—Dazai knew whether you liked silver or gold better. When you unclasped the locket, you saw matching pictures of you and Dazai inside, both bundled up in the snow. It was a good memory to look back at.

“This is so cute, Osamu.” You closed the locket and let the brunette place the jewelry around your neck.

“It looks even better on you.”

The second thing inside the bag was a box. Pulling it out, you saw that it was a Lego flower set.

“As much as you love flowers, they don’t last forever. However, these do!” You grinned widely at the thought and matching gift—Dazai always easily recalled your favorite things.

“We can build them together, too,” he continued, and you gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I love them. You’re amazing at getting gifts.”

“I wouldn’t expect that at all.” Your attention was brought to the ginger-haired who had his arms crossed beside the both of you, a cheeky grin on his face. CHUUYA had a mug of eggnog in his hand, though you knew for sure he’d rather have a glass of red wine reserved for the evening party instead.

“Chuuya!”

“What’s up, doll?” he smiled, a different, sweeter tone entirely, as he strode towards you.

“What do you mean by that?” Dazai asked, referring to Chuuya’s earlier comment.

“Thought your taste in gifts would be shitty, just like you,” he chuckled as you greeted him with a hug.

“Hey, that’s a bit rude,” you whispered.

“Oh really?” Dazai responded with his own sarcastic laugh. “I’m not sure you could do any better.”

“You really underestimate me! Come with me, baby…we’re going to prove to the-thing-that-comes-with-the-discounted-bandages who really knows what to get a lady for Christmas!”

Dazai stood, jaw dropped, dramatically offended as Chuuya pulled you away.

You two walked to the other side of the room, where there were even more gifts under one of the many Christmas trees in the hall.

“Bastard,” Chuuya sulked under a scowl, picking up a box wrapped in crimson red, his statement color.

You chuckled in amusement. He riled up so easily, over something so trivial. “Don’t worry about him, Chuu. I already know I’m going to like what you got.”

“Ya better,” he replied, but cheered up from your words. “Are you able to hold it?”

He handed you the box, hovering his arms below for support in case you dropped it. Though it was a larger package, it was still a bit heavier than you expected.

“Yeah, I got it.” You then raised an eyebrow. What could be inside this gift?

You set it down on the nearest table, undoing the pretty bow of ribbon and wrapping paper that kept the mystery intact.

Inside, you were received with a record player.

“Oh, wow!”

You loved music, and you’d always wanted to start collecting vinyls as it looked cool, but everyone knew it was an expensive hobby.

Not only had Chuuya gotten that—a very nice one, too—he also got the records of your top ten favorite albums.

You looked through the covers, smiling with each new one you saw.

Chuuya explained a few things—how he was setting you up for good because he made sure you got a turntable player instead of a suitcase one, how you should replace the black slip mat with the white one he bought instead so your vinyls look prettier, how to not damage the records…you could hardly pay attention to him though because you were overjoyed at how thoughtful he was for that.

“You seem passionate. Do you collect them too?” you asked.

“No, I just wanted to research to find something good enough for you.”

You could feel your heart melt. He had really spent time picking this out after you’d only mentioned you finding record players vintage and cool twice, and you’d never even pointed out you’d want it as a gift.

“Thank you, Chuuya,” you said, leaning towards him, burying your face in his neck. “I love it…especially how you recall my favorite albums, too.”

“Of course doll,” he replied, running his hands through your hair. “Merry Christmas.”

You could’ve stayed like that, but your little moment with the port mafia executive was ruined when Chuuya glanced over at one of the snack tables to find all the food had just disappeared.

“Now what the fuck?”

You followed, looking at what he was looking at. Then, you realized the man standing by the table with a piece of cake—the last piece of cake.

RANPO caught your gaze and jumped, hyper from all the sugar he consumed. “There you are!” He ran towards you and shoved you on the ground, away from Chuuya.

“Hey man, what the hell is wrong with you?!” he shouted in annoyance.

Ranpo acknowledged the ginger-haired only then, looking up from where he had you suffocating in his arms. “Huh? Oh, sorry, didn’t see ya there.”

Chuuya grew even more infuriated at the provoke.

“You tryna pick a fight?”

“You still want to after knowing how last time turned out?”

Ranpo was referring to their last encounter, where Chuuya had embarrassingly lost against him from a single blow. But you didn’t need to know that.

So, Chuuya used all his willpower to keep silent under an outraged glare as he watched Ranpo drag you away to make sure he didn’t bring up any details about it.

“I got you a gift too!” Ranpo exclaimed as you walked back towards where the other agency members were hanging out. “Wanna guess what it is?”

“Hm…some sort of treat, that’s for sure,” you replied.

“Partly correct!” he replied. “That’s not all that I got you though.”

“Oh? How generous!”

“No!” his response was stern. “A princess like you deserves more…as the world’s greatest detective, noone would know that better than me.”

You smiled. “You’re right, Ranpo.”

With that, he handed you one of the cutest gift baskets you’ve seen. The actual basket was snowman-themed, and inside was everything you wanted that could fit in it—that pajama set you had in your online shopping cart, the new skincare products you’ve wanted to try, your favorite candle—you hadn’t even ever mentioned it to him before. And, of course, a lot of chocolate. Of course, Ranpo would also be the best gift-buyer, using his knowledge to his advantage.

The one thing that really stood out to you, though, was a jar of Hershey kisses, with a note on it that said:

KISSES WHEN I’M NOT AROUND.

It even had a chibi-fied face of the cute brunette on it.

“This is my favorite thing in this gift,” you said.

“Of course, because I know you always miss me when I’m not there to kiss,” Ranpo confidently stated. “Which is why I came up with a solution! They’ll never be as sweet as me, but it works.”

You laughed in delight. It was a very creative idea. “This is amazing; thank you, Ranpo!”

Never knowing how to respond to thankfulness directly, he answered it with something else. “Hey, there’s something on your nose.”

“Really?” You moved a hand to feel what was on there, but Ranpo grabbed your wrist to prevent you. Instead, he bopped your nose with his lips.

“There was frosting,” he said, probably from when he excitedly greeted you earlier.

“You enjoyed those desserts, huh?” you asked, glancing at the depleted table once again.

“Yup! It was just lying there, and noone said anything about how much you could take, so…!” He paused, trying to remember something.

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”

…

You chatted with agency and port mafia members alike a while after. Everyone was having a good time, even when Chuuya started bickering with Dazai and challenged him to a duel.

“Shithead!

“Mackerel!”

“How about you talk once you grow another two inches?”

As everyone was being entertained by Chuuya breaking an entire wall by throwing Dazai through it, your eyes were distracted by an elaborate bouquet of roses and baby breaths that you hadn’t noticed before.

Curious because it wasn’t by any other gifts, you left the crowd to inspect it.

You were surprised when you picked the arrangement up and saw that it was addressed to your name on a note. However, there was no name to say who it was from.

You looked around to see if anyone was nearby that could’ve placed the flowers there. But everyone else was watching the fight.

You flipped the note over, seeing a sketch of an elevator and a four-number code on the back.

An elevator?

You scanned the hall once again. The only elevator there was the one at the corner, restricted to the port mafia. The guests weren’t allowed to use it, and a security pad was guarding it.

You hesitated but then decided to approach the door. If someone gave you the code they wanted and were permitting you to use it, right?

Once again, no one protested because they were all distracted watching Chuuya on the ceiling, making sure Dazai couldn’t touch him. You pressed the four numbers into the pinpad and were congratulated with a correct ding! sound and the elevator sliding open.

You stepped inside and realized there was only one button—to go up. You pressed it, and the doors closed, moving you up.

Luxurious as always, the elevator had a glass window, the entire city of Yokohama coming into view as you went higher. A few seconds in, you realized that the elevator wasn’t going to stop until you reached the top.

You still weren’t sure who had mysteriously invited you to meet them. You hoped it wasn’t the boss—the doctor in charge creeped you out, if you were being honest. But you figured it couldn’t be him because he was also downstairs, chilling with the agency’s president.

Your heartbeat raced as the elevator stopped and the doors slid open, adrenaline surging in anticipation of the surprise, coupling with the chilly breeze outside. You had reached the rooftop.

“You’re so easy to tempt; those flowers drew you in faster than a blind mouse to a piece of cheese laid in a trap.”

You smiled as you heard the foreign accent of the person near the edge riddle you while admiring the entire city below. “Hi, Fedya.”

FYODOR turned around, violet eyes meeting yours.

“I should’ve known.” Of course, the enigma was him—conundra was the Russian’s signature.

“How in the world did you even get here?” you asked, though you already knew the answer. He always had his ways to infiltrate anywhere—through deception, through hacking, anything goes.

“I invited ourselves,” he smirked, and only then did you notice his two subordinates on the other side, one in fear as the other tried to trip him over the ledge. “Didn’t want to miss out on the gift-giving either.”

Fyodor took out a jewelry box. “I hardly get to see you. So I thought to get you something that you could wear everyday.

“And this one is special, to remind you of my presence even more.” He opened it, revealing a bracelet, and like Dazai, he also knew what color jewelry suited you best. It was nothing too showy—it was simple, but it was classy, timeless, just like him.

And you noticed what made it special. There was no clasp. It was made to be welded on the person’s wrist—a forever bracelet.

“Choose wisely,” Fyodor said as you looked in awe. “Which wrist, milaya?”

You quickly contemplated and held out one of your wrists towards him as he took out tweezers and a small laser. You watched as he delicately fastened the bracelet around your arm, making sure it sat on your wrist perfectly.

“Finished, fine with it?” he asked when he was done, and you lifted your hand toward the horizon.

“It’s perfect, thank you,” you responded candidly. Then, Fyodor lifted up his own sleeve under his coat, revealing a matching one. You were almost stunned, because you didn’t think he would be the type to wear anything other than a necklace.

“Merry Christmas, dorogaya,” he softly said, pressing you against his chest in a hug.

“WAIT, WAIT! Dove, there’s still me! Don’t seal away your heart just yet!”

“Huh?” You both turned towards NIKOLAI, who kindly but quickly moved Fyodor away from you.

The next thing you knew, there were foil snowman and reindeer balloons in your hand, white confetti popped over you, acting as snow, and the jester standing in front of you presenting a large gift.

“To be honest, I’m scared,” you admitted, knowing his chaotic, playful nature.

“Why?” he giggled. “Think I’m going to scare ya, baby? You can take my word, there’s no jumpscares in this one.”

“You better not be lying,” you said and removed the lid of the black box that reminded you of a magician’s top hat.

And he was being truthful because you were greeted with the exact opposite of remarkable. He had gifted you plain, white socks.

“Wow, Kolya. I never even knew you were capable of being mundane.”

He laughed once again as he just set the box in front of you, not saying anything more as you stared at him in confusion.

You took the socks out. Surely, there was a catch. He was acting too suspicious. And the entire gift was odd. You found nothing tampered with on the socks, though. And there was nothing else in the box. So why was it so big? And why did it look deeper than where the bottom stopped?

You nervously looked at Nikolai before sticking both hands in. You felt your way around the level until you realized the entire package floor felt like paper machete, something used in piñatas and things like that.

By instinct, you lifted a fist and punched through the box. You immediately punctured through the false bottom, uncovering your true gift.

He celebrated. “Smart girl!”

There was an assortment of plushies—many of them. You always asked Nikolai to help you get some whenever you found claw machines at amusement parks, so he knew you loved stuffed animals.

Then, there was a large, fluffy throw blanket, perfect for winter.

“I got that because I know you’re probably so cold when I’m not hugging you.” True. Nikolai encapsulated you like a blanket whenever he came over.

“The thought of having this didn’t even cross my mind,” you said. “Well, that goes for everything you do,” you chuckled.

“That was really creative; I love it, thank you!”

Nikolai popped more confetti, this time in pink hearts. “She loves it! Happy, happy Christmas!”

He swung you off the ground, spinning you with ease until your own head started spinning the opposite way.

“Gogol! I think she’s dizzy!”

The two-tone-haired casino owner had a concerned look on his face, and you couldn’t tell if it was because your eyes were unfocusing or because Nikolai was throwing you around so easily. Strong guy.

Nikolai stopped, realizing he had gotten too excited. “Sorry, dove! Are you alright?”

“Y-yeah,” you responded, unable to keep your balance as you tripped over yourself. You landed on SIGMA’s torso, and he helped guide you to stand up properly again.

“Thanks, Sigma,” you replied. “How are you?”

“Good, now that I get to see you again.” He lightly blushed, breaking eye contact as you smiled. “I’m glad to see you too.”

“I got you something as well,” he replied, showing his own present. “I’m not sure what the people downstairs got you, and mine isn’t as fancy as Dostoevsky’s nor as extraordinary as Gogol’s, but I hope you like it.”

You felt warm, even in the icy weather. “Awh, just hearing that you got something for me is more than enough,” you replied. “I am so grateful no matter what.”

You took the present and opened it, first greeted by a new set of poker cards. However, this one was different because when you sifted through them, you realized it was the Decay of Angel’s custom set. You had been wowed by Nikolai’s Joker and Fyodor’s Jack when you first saw them, always using the set when you played a game with others.

But there was also a new addition to this stack. You were on it, taking your place as the queen.

“What? Sigma, this is so cool!”

There was one more thing inside. Your favorite lipstick in your favorite shade.

Sigma loved the color and even more how it looked on you. He loved how his cheeks would stain whenever you kissed him there—the pigmented contrast to his paler skin. You hardly needed restocking as you loved the lipstick yourself, but it was always good to have another extra.

“Merry Christmas,” Sigma said as you opened the container and swatched it on your face. You looked as beautiful as ever.

“Merry Christmas, Sigma,” you responded, kissing his forehead. Then, you pulled a cookie wrapped in a napkin from inside your coat and placed it in his mouth.

“Saved it for you,” you giggled. “There’s a lot downstairs. Maybe they’ll let you guys in if I say I invited you. Well, at least you.”

i heard if u rb, u will receive x2 gifts this xmas from ur favs! reblogs are appreciated; they are your christmas gift to me! <3

tags : @kissesmellow21

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rainbowtheprettygirll · 1 month ago

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IT'S TIMEEE!!!! MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYPONY!!!!!!! UPDATED LIST OF WHAT I WOULD GIVE TO MY FOLLOWERS FOR CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!

Astra - food for her "creatures"?? in her pet store! @astraaxonoodle

Notpterenophobia - i honestly have no idea who that is but they seem cool so i'd give them some inanimate insanity plushies! @notpteronophobia

Xuan - i don't really know who they are either but uhh i'll give them some flowers! @clxudyxuan

Sage - maybe some flowers too.. Maybe something green. I dunno. @sagegreenplayz

Cookie star - well.. Cookies. I have no idea what cookie likes. @cookiestar360

Spirit - idk who that is too but they seem nice soo ya i'll give them uhhh uh i have no idea @spiritbane42

Foolerene - uhhh i saw them put a picture of fan from the hit show inanimate insanity so yeah i'll give them a fan ii plush! @foolerene

Prophet - who's that again? Maybe jewelry or something?? i dunno?? @theirprophet

Unpleasant - markers and a sketchbook! @unpleasantgradientgamer

Fox - i dunno. Like. Something fox related maybe? Yeah, a fox plush! @foxthewall

Archeon - sorry Archeon i have no idea what you like. i'll give you a hug because you're cool! @fadingabysss

Mady - a friendship bracelet! (it's mizuover) @madyioanareal

Alice - inanimate insanity merch! (yet another ii mention) @alice-roblox

Huzzah - HIIIIIIIIIIIIII HUZZAH WOW YES you're not only getting ii merch you're getting the whole ass jacknjellify shop! @that-one-kool-artist

Ell - orange juice! @elltheenergetic

Dayfare - a star! (100% from the space) @dayfaresthenight

Aevry - cool legos and headphones! @aevrryyyyy

Wafflewoman - whatever she wants + a friendship bracelet! @wafflecrosantwoman54

Lenora - money, jewelry and silly juice! @themisfortunateone

Seth - something shiny? I don't know? @amemoryyoullforeverlingerin

Vie - isn't that Gabriel's ooc account? Anyways, you're getting a cool shirt or something. I dunno. @vie-online

Korisdino - a cat. idk @korisdino

Nora - a TV girl poster.. Get it... Nora is a TV.. TV girl reference... And a friendship bracelet too! @themanedbish

Midnight - a hug!!! You're awesome!!!!!!! @mldn1ghtm00n

Gabriel - a shirt that says "i love men" and a hug because Gabriel is cool! @priest-gabby

River - IN RIVER WE TRUST GUYS........ Anyways. A wall or something @r1vrbarnez

Brutu- I mean. Zephyros - Gold.. I don't know what angels like. @rottingangelcorpse

Ell (dreaminghighh) - Art supplies and flowers!! @dreaminghighh

Gem - honestly. I don't know. @ann0ingg3mila

Rose - a hammer, chocolate, three bags of chips and of course, roses!! @rosedawolf

Ultrakill - a pink pony! @iampinkponygoddammit

Artemis - a flower crown and a hug! (edit: i forgot to tag sorry D:) @h999pe

Pixy - a punch in the face. (and a gun. you have a weird obsession with guns.) @pixythemercenary

end of yapalogy

ANYWAYS!!!!! ENJOY YOUR GIFTS EVERYBODY!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUUUUUCHHHHHH AND MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!

#rainbow posting #merry christmas

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mrcrawly · 20 days ago

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Daryl Dixon Headcanons

got to the part in s7 where Daryl makes it back to Hilltop. OUGHHHH my shayla 💔💔💔💔💔 anyways Daryl is my fave and these have been cooking a while

likes Legos. i think the pipeline would be that he found a set of them on a run and brought them back for Carl and Carl asked him to help. he likes all the little intricate pieces and parts, kinda for the same reason he likes working with cars and bikes

DEFINITELY owned a dirtbike as a kid

likes the little honeysuckle flowers and will still stop to take one when he finds them

has been hunting for most of his life (obviously) but took up the crossbow because he hated the sound of a gun going off

his dad owned a lot of guns so he had a negative association with them before the outbreak and just had to learn to deal with it after

really cautious about making fire pits after what happened to his mom

got blackout drunk after Beth died and then never drank again

can't stand even the smell of peach schnapps

sweet tooth but doesn't get much of a chance to have sweets; Carol used to sneak him chocolate in Alexandria when she got some to make cookies

really likes cherries and peaches

took in a stray cat as a kid and never named it, just called it 'kitty' or 'cat,' but it got scared off when he dad was yelling and raving and he never found it again so he stopped keeping pets

always seems really mean to people who don't know him when they try to get acquainted but he's just insanely awkward

doesn't have the best social skills because he didn't have good examples growing up and was often isolated from other people

plays dress up with Judith whenever she wants

he always felt aroace to me and i cannot explain this

but he generally just feels queer to me can someone back me up on that

he seems like one of those characters the writers are going to give a gf just so people stop thinking he's gay

got REALLY protective over Maggie after Glenn died; he'll feel terrible forever that his bad decision was part of the reason Glenn got killed but Maggie never blamed him for it

has nightmares of talking to Glenn's headless body in the cell he was kept in

wanted to be a dad but feels like he's too old and that he wouldn't be any good at it anyway

has never seen, heard of, or spoken the word 'chapstick' in his life. i know them lips are dry as a BONE

is used to sleeping curled up in a ball because he was always on the run and sleeping any other way made him feel vulnerable but he fucking starfished across the bed they gave him at Alexandria. like i mean he took up the ENTIRE mattress by himself

deliberately does not take painkillers when he has pains because he thinks it makes him stronger

would probably like gardening if anyone taught him to do it

"my sweet boo bear darling angel baby sweetheart" i say about a character who is fictional and also a grown man

#twd daryl #twd carol #daryl dixon #carol peletier #twd #the walking dead #twd carl #carl grimes #twd headcanons #daryl dixon headcanon #i love norman reedus #norman reedus

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anemoiashifts · 16 days ago

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making assumptions about you based on who ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ you’re “shifting for” !

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in no particular order other then the piece of media they originate from. if you’d like me to do more of these please leave your s/o in the comments or my asks.

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⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ draco malfoy

⋆ wears eyeliner. dramatic graphic, pencil, 2010’s tight liner — any kind.

⋆ animal lover. probably tried to feed birds outside at one point.

⋆ likes hot chocolate year round. never dresses appropriately for the weather.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ hermione granger

⋆ gold jewelry only.

⋆ wants to like reading but can’t focus for long enough so they’ve resorted to audiobooks.

⋆ probably has plants on their window. i can’t tell you if said plants alive or not.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ dean winchester

⋆ lives in low waisted jeans but not the 90’s true low waisted. more like mid rise.

⋆ loves loves loves rain and thunderstorms. it gives them the excuse to sit in bed for that whole day !

⋆ probably breaks at least 6k steps daily.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ sam winchester

⋆ always has earbuds in. not headphones — wired earbuds only.

⋆ wears a lot of zip up hoodies & cable knit sweaters.

⋆ bread & pastry lover. they’re daydreamed what it would be like owning a bakery before.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ peeta mellark.

⋆ the sweetest ever omg. disney princess energy.

⋆ keeps a dairy & forgets to write it in it so there’s only one entry every couple months that ends with “im gonna start writing in here more”. unclear if that cycle has been broken or not.

⋆ they make jewelry as a hobby. (you should open an etsy shop)

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ coriolanus snow

⋆ perfume girlie ! collects hoards every scent known to man.

⋆ professional window shopper.

⋆ very organized. more so, you outwardly present that way. deep down, you’re an overthinker. not in an insecure way all the time, more so analytical & intellectual.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ spike (btvs)

⋆ fashion wise, soft or alternative. no in between. perhaps you do both & alternate depending on your mood.

⋆ versatile music taste. from heavy metal to classical music & anything in between.

⋆ not a big jewelry person. especially rings, they get in the way.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ peter parker

⋆ stereotypical but they have one of those lego flower sets.

⋆ posters ! they have so many posters on their walls. they have no wall space. where are their walls ?

⋆ they have a letterbox account & probably wants to / has been collecting dvd’s.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ max mayfield

⋆ the kinda person who wakes up with random bruises.

⋆ scared of the dark. bolts from the kitchen to the bedroom when they turn off the lights.

⋆ really good at mario kart. it’s almost unnatural.

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#desired reality #reality shifting #shiftblr #shifting #shiftok #shifting motivation #shifting realities #shifter #reality shifter

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randoimago · 1 year ago

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Headcanons of Peter B. Parker, Miguel, The Spot, and Hobie have a crush on an oblivious reader?

Crushing on an Oblivious Reader

Fandom: Spiderverse

Character(s): Hobie, Peter B. Parker, Miguel, The Spot

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): God I love the idea of these specific people having a crush on an oblivious reader because I feel like it's just chaos no matter where you look. All of them are v dramatic for different reasons tho

Hobie

Oh he finds your oblivious to be very amusing. At first, he thought you were ignoring his advances to spite him for some reason (which he'd respect it). But then he just realizes that you don't get it.

Honestly, not too surprising you don't pick up on his advances. He doesn't do things the typical way. Flowers? Chocolates? Like hell he'd contribute to capitalism to flirt with you. He also doesn't really flirt with you with the standard "your eyes are pretty" "you look cute today" yeah no. It's definitely "hey, let's go to this protest and shout ACAB at any cops that walk by"

The most "romantic" (he doesn't believe in romance) thing he does is play his guitar for you. Even then it's lots of loud noises but he throws all of his emotions into it so that's something.

Miguel

Considering he doesn't even try to make it obvious that he likes you, it's no wonder you haven't realized. Hardly anyone knows that he's even "flirting" with you (making you 'employee of the month' isn't flirting, it does make Lego Spider-Man suspicious tho).

He's nicer to you than others, but that's something that even he is oblivious to and if Lyla or Peter mentions it then he denies as a defense mechanism. You deny it because you really don't see it.

The funny thing is, Lyla has gone behind his back to send you cute messages and stuff from his email but even those you don't get (and he doesn't know she does it) so now she's getting frustrated on his behalf.

Peter

He is gradually going insane with how you're not picking up on his advances. He's given you flowers, chocolates, he's said really dumb dad jokes to leave a smile on your face. But if anyone mentions your relationship it's always, "Yeah he's a good friend!" and he dies inside.

Has gone to Miles and Gwen for help. He can't believe he resorted to asking teenagers for help hitting on you and he can't believe he's trying to follow their ideas. (he mentioned looking up "how to flirt" and when the word "thicc" left his mouth, it caused an uproar)

Honestly wanted to get the sweatpants out and brood because maybe if he looks like a sad hobo then you'll give him attention. His doctor told him he'd die without your attention so please notice him before he goes bald.

Spot

Does not know how to flirt so your obliviousness is both understandable and killing him because he's trying. He's trying so hard and it's so pathetic. Especially because when he fails with his flirts, the self-consciousness kicks in and then he's just sad.

His words are stutters, he has tried to steal you flowers only for one of his spots to grab a cactus instead (which he ended up pricking himself with and now needs tweezers). Wanted to win you a teddy bear at a carnival cause that's cute, right? But he can't find a damn dimension with a carnival! (unless you count the spider society cause they're a whole circus)

Would probably just end up so dejected because he's tried so hard and has finally chalked it up to you not getting his advances because you don't want to. Why would you even like someone covered in spots like him? You trying to comfort him doesn't really help either. Maybe he'll sadly confess to you, maybe he'll die alone, who knows at this point.

#tw arachnophobia #arachnophobia tw #spiderverse x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #peter b parker x reader #hobie brown x reader #the spot x reader #jonathan ohnn x reader

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nicnak20 · 17 days ago

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Mother's Day: Epic Fail!:

*After Nick's son, Cyrus gets embarrassed on Mother's Day in his class when he's forced to admit he doesn't have a mother. Nick tried to make it up to him, but when things get too out of hand, Nick meets with Cyrus's teacher.... who happens to be very pretty.... and single.*

The gymnasium buzzed with a chaotic energy that Nicholas usually found endearing. Today, however, the vibrant chatter of children and the well-meaning smiles of other parents felt like a spotlight fixed squarely on him. It was Mother's Day at the Elementary school, and Nicholas was one of the few fathers amidst a sea of mothers, grandmothers, and aunts. He clutched the brightly colored construction paper flower Cyrus had painstakingly crafted for him, its uneven petals testament to his son’s earnest effort.

He scanned the crowd, his gaze landing on Cyrus near the front of the room, by the small stage set up for the children’s performance. Cyrus’s dark brown hair, so like his own, was neatly combed, and he wore a plain blue t-shirt that Nicholas had ironed that morning. Usually, Cyrus’s face was alight with mischief and laughter, but today, a subtle tension seemed to pull at the corners of his mouth.

Nicholas beamed and waved. Cyrus’s shoulders stiffened almost imperceptibly before he offered a small, polite smile in return. It wasn't his usual exuberant grin, and a small knot of unease tightened in Nicholas’s chest. He’d thought coming to the event was the right thing to do, a way to show Cyrus how proud he was of him, how much he loved him. He was his son’s everything, both mother and father.

The class teacher, Ms. Yn, a young woman with a warm smile and kind eyes, stepped onto the stage. Her gentle voice calmed the room instantly. “Good morning, everyone! We’re so thrilled to have you all here today to celebrate Mother’s Day.”

The children began their performance, a medley of songs about the wonderful things mothers do. Nicholas clapped enthusiastically, his eyes fixed on Cyrus. He sang along, his voice a little louder than necessary, a show of support. But each lyric about mothers baking cookies, bandaging scrapes, and offering gentle advice felt like a tiny, almost imperceptible sting to Nicholas’s heart. He did all those things, and he did them with love, but today, it was Mothers they were celebrating.

Then came the part of the program that made Nicholas’s stomach clench. Each child was asked to share a special memory about their mother. Little Sarah talked about her mother’s delicious chocolate chip cookies. Tom reminisced about his mother reading him bedtime stories. The smiles were bright, the memories heartfelt.

Cyrus stood stiffly when his turn came. Ms. Yn smiled encouragingly. “And Cyrus, what’s a special memory you have of your mother?”

The room went silent. Nicholas held his breath. He knew what was coming, the inevitable question, the uncomfortable pause. He’d tried to prepare Cyrus for this over the years, told him it was okay, that families came in all shapes and sizes.

Cyrus’s cheeks flushed a faint pink. He shuffled his feet, his gaze fixed on the floor. “I… I don’t have a mother,” he mumbled, the words barely audible.

A ripple of murmurs went through the room. Nicholas felt a wave of protectiveness wash over him. He wanted to rush to the stage, scoop Cyrus up in his arms, shield him from the curious glances.

Ms. Yn, bless her kind heart, handled the situation with grace. “Thank you for sharing, Cyrus,” she said softly. “Sometimes families look different, and that’s perfectly wonderful. What’s something special you do with your dad, Nicholas?”

Cyrus finally looked up, his eyes meeting Nicholas’s. There was a flicker of something in them – embarrassment, maybe, or something akin to shame. “We… we build Lego together,” he said quietly.

Nicholas forced a bright smile, hoping it conveyed his unwavering love and support. But he saw the way Cyrus quickly sat down, avoiding his gaze. The rest of the performance blurred for Nicholas. He felt a profound ache for his son, a deep-seated guilt that he, in his eagerness to participate, had inadvertently put Cyrus in an uncomfortable position.

The ride home was quiet. Nicholas tried to engage Cyrus in conversation, asking about the performance, praising his singing. Cyrus answered in monosyllables, his usual spark dimmed.

That evening, Nicholas attempted to make amends. He ordered Cyrus’s favorite pizza, put on his favorite movie, and even let him stay up an extra half hour. But Cyrus remained subdued, his smile fleeting, his usual enthusiasm absent.

“Hey, buddy,” Nicholas said gently, sitting beside Cyrus on the sofa. “Are you okay?”

Cyrus shrugged, his gaze glued to the television screen.

“Was school… was today okay?” Nicholas pressed softly.

Cyrus finally looked at him, his brown eyes mirroring Nicholas’s own worry. “It was… fine,” he said, but the forced nonchalance was evident.

Nicholas knew he wasn’t being honest. He saw the unspoken words in his son’s averted gaze, the subtle withdrawal. He’d seen it before, this quiet struggle Cyrus had with not having a mother, a struggle he usually kept carefully hidden.

The next few days followed a similar pattern. Nicholas tried to bridge the gap, planning fun outings, cooking Cyrus’s favorite meals, but the invisible barrier remained. Cyrus was polite, compliant, but the easy laughter, the spontaneous hugs, were missing.

Finally, after a particularly quiet evening, Nicholas knew he needed to do more. He couldn’t fix the fact that Cyrus didn’t have a mother, but he could try to understand better what his son was feeling. He decided to talk to Ms. Yn.

He sent her a brief email, explaining he wanted to discuss Cyrus’s well-being after the Mother’s Day event. Ms. Yn responded promptly, suggesting a meeting after school the following Tuesday.

Nicholas felt a knot of anxiety as he walked towards the school that Tuesday afternoon. He wasn’t used to these kinds of meetings. He was Cyrus’s dad, his protector, not someone who needed help understanding his own son.

Ms. Yn’s classroom was bright and welcoming, filled with colorful artwork and the comforting scent of crayons and paper. She greeted him with a warm smile, her eyes radiating genuine concern. She was even more striking up close, her kind face framed by soft brown waves.

“Thank you for coming in, Nicholas,” she said, gesturing towards a small table where two chairs were set up.

Nicholas sat down, feeling a little awkward. “Thank you for seeing me, Ms. Yn.”

“Please, call me Yn,” she said, her smile gentle. “And how are you doing?”

“To be honest, a little lost,” Nicholas admitted. “Cyrus has been… different since the Mother’s Day event. More withdrawn. I tried to make it up to him, but it’s like I made it worse.”

Yn nodded understandingly. “Children can be very sensitive, especially when they feel different.”

“I know,” Nicholas sighed. “I just… I thought he was okay with it. We’ve talked about it before.”

“Being okay with something intellectually is different from processing it emotionally, Nicholas,” Yn explained softly. “Especially at this age. Cyrus is becoming more aware of societal norms, of what’s considered ‘typical.’ Being put in a position where he had to publicly acknowledge he doesn’t have a mother, in front of his classmates and their mothers, that can be quite impactful.”

Nicholas’s heart ached. He’d been so focused on his own desire to be supportive, he hadn’t considered how it might feel from Cyrus’s perspective.

“He’s a very proud young man, Nicholas,” Yn continued. “He loves you very much, and I’m sure he didn’t want to hurt your feelings by expressing how uncomfortable he felt. Sometimes, children internalize those feelings, and it manifests in other ways.”

Her words resonated deeply. He’d seen that pride in Cyrus, the slight hesitation before asking for help, the desire to appear strong and capable.

“What can I do?” Nicholas asked, a desperate plea in his voice.

Yn leaned forward, her gaze earnest. “Just be there for him, Nicholas. Let him know it’s okay to feel however he’s feeling. Don’t try to fix it or make it better immediately. Just listen. And maybe,” she hesitated slightly, “maybe focus on celebrating your unique family dynamic, rather than trying to fit into celebrations designed for traditional families.”

Her advice was simple, yet profound. He’d been so busy trying to be both parents, he’d forgotten that their family, just the two of them, was special in its own way.

As he stood to leave, Nicholas hesitated. “Yn,” he began, feeling a warmth spread through him, a feeling he hadn’t experienced in a long time. “Thank you. I really appreciate your insight.”

Her smile widened. “Anytime, Nicholas. And please, keep me updated on how Cyrus is doing.”

Walking home, Nicholas felt a sense of clarity he hadn’t had in days. He understood now. He wouldn’t try to force conversations or overly compensate. He would simply be present, a steady, loving presence in Cyrus’s life. And maybe, just maybe, he’d also found a new connection, a new understanding with a kind and insightful teacher. The thought brought a faint, hopeful smile to his face.

#nicholas alexander chavez #nicholas alexander chavez one shots #nicholas chavez #nicholas chavez fanfiction #nicholas chavez imagine #nicholas chavez x reader #nicholas chavez x y/n #lavender baby #dad!nicholas chavez

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xxblairexxss · 2 years ago

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Doudou (part 4, Charles’s ending)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Pairing : Charles Leclerc x reader / Lando Norris x reader

Theme : Angst / Fluff

My heart broke for Lando. I’m so sorry. :( I haven’t proofread!

After everything that happened last week, you went on with your life. You started working, met new colleagues, and it felt like you were onto the next stage in your life. You were no longer a student, dying to catch up on the submission deadline and somehow, you were really enjoying it.

But it felt like something was missing, or someone. Someone who would be among the first one to congratulate you on your exam result, someone who always accompanied you staying up late going through files of different cases, someone who became your wall to lean on when things got so stressful you were so close to give up.

You spent every night thinking about him, about you and him. Yes, what he did was horrible but you remembered that aside from what happened that night, he never raised his voice, never cursed at you. He had always treated you like a delicate, dainty piece of flower. It felt unfair to judge him and to keep on punishing him based one part, and ignoring all the admirable and meaningful things he did before and after what happened. After all, he was still an important person to you. However, you had realised that he was somewhat different. Yes, didn’t shout, he didn’t curse at you after that night but it felt like he was walking on an egg shell around you, as if he didn’t know how to act.

But then again, you didn’t know what you would do if he was the one who asked you to give him space in this matter. Like, how would you act when you couldn’t touch the person that you spent days and nights with like you always did. How would you act when you were so used to have them locked in your arms one night but couldn’t even touch them the next day.

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It was Wednesday night and you just had a long day at work. You skipped lunch because you got carried away and for some reason your social anxiety kicked in and you felt like these people would judge you to the core for trying to eat like a human being so now you were so famished you even had to chumble the chocolates that Charles gave you while waiting for your onion soup to simmer.

Speaking of Charles, you haven’t seen him after that night. New season is starting again in 2 weeks so he had been really busy going back and forth to Maranello but he never missed a call or text to check up on you.

And so was Lando.

“Oh my god, this new flavour is so good! What the heck did they put in this one?” You exclaimed and picked up the packaging to go through the ingredients. Somehow everything, anything was interesting to you at the moment. Your brain just needed to distract itself from thinking about how starving you were.

Then you heard a doorbell.

And you weren’t expecting anyone.

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“Hi, I was thinking if you want to have dinner with me? The food’s on me.” He lifted the paper bag with a restaurant’s name on it and it was your favourite restaurant.

“Oh my god! How did you know?”

“You mentioned it during our Lego session the other day I thought it would be too last minute to have dinner at the restaurant so I ordered takeouts.”

Lando insisted that he wanted to try your onion soup though you kept on saying no. You weren’t that bad in cooking but if you knew you weren’t cooking for yourself and that someone else would like to try it, you would have paid more attention to it instead of just sprinkle sparkle eye level everything.

“I don’t want to be held responsible if you get food poisoning.”

“That’s alright, I won’t die.”

“Your have a race next week!”

“We have reserved driver for a reason.”

You could never win against him. There you were, spending another night in sweatshirts and baggy pants with Lando,

and your onion soup.

Which was surprisingly good. Not as good as a Michelin star restaurant as Lando claimed it to be but good for someone who cooked it while munching on chocolates.

“Are you nervous? I mean, the new season.”

“Hm, not really. Kinda excited for it. I have been driving the virtual car for months now. A real, hands-on experience would kick up the adrenaline again.”

“I think….” You trailed off and bit on your lips.

“Yeah?” Lando took another bite of the onion soup.

“I think I’m gonna give Charles another chance. What do you think?” You lifted up your gaze and beam timidly at him, feeling embarrassed to talk about your relationship problem with another guy, a friend of your ex-boyfriend at that.

When Lando caught your gaze, he caught your eyes making the same twinkle that made him stunned. Talk about timing. The first time he saw it up-close, it made his heart flutter and lost at words. Now that he saw it again, it still made him lost at words, but his heart didn’t flutter, it was smashed to pieces.

When Lando didn’t reply, you were slightly taken aback. You thought he would get mad or criticise your decision so you dipped your head down and started playing with your fingers.

“I think….” His voice halted your movement but you still didn’t look at him in the eyes.

“I think you should do what you heart desires, Y/N. After all, I am not the one to control your life because it’s yours but whatever it was, I’m gonna be with you, always, as your friend.”

Lando realised he didn’t actually have a lot of time with you. He thought he did. He spent half of the time loving you and the other half hiding how much he loved you.

“I’ll take back my Lego set with me, yeah?”

“I thought we were gonna finish it together?”

I don’t think there’s anymore chances for me to get to know you more so I don’t need it anymore was what Lando wanted to say.

“No, Y/N. We ran out of time. I ran out of time. The season is starting soon and I’m gonna start flying here there, remember? It’s okay, I won’t do it alone. I’ll bring it back and we can get it done together. Promise.”

One promise is made out of lie.

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Charles had called you a few days after, telling you to get dressed and he was gonna pick you up at 8. He didn’t tell you the occasion, he didn’t tell you the details and here you were, in a fancy restaurant with all candle lights and fancy music in the background.

You weren’t sure if he had asked the restaurant for a privacy set up or this was how they set up the theme for their restaurant but your table was separated by a door or more like a room where the waiter would shut the door every time they walked in and out through the full-course dinner, leaving both of you all alone in your comfort space. There was also like a glass doors which opened on to a balcony with a view of Monaco at night.

Charles had asked you to head out to the balcony after dessert and you were so glad that you agreed to it. He was so good-looking, the luminesce coming from the moon and street lights made his green eyes looked as if they were glowing which made him looked so, do much more attractive.

“Thank you. I mean, I never thought you would go this far just to celebrate my first job.” You took the first words. It was peaceful, not peaceful as in no other sound. There was still sound of cars passing by, the shallow voices from people in the street and the faint sound of music coming from the nearby clubs.

“I had it plan for a while but I didn’t have any free time to carry on with it so I’m like 2 weeks late. I’m sorry.”

“I don’t mind. I really really appreciate it, Charles. Thank you so much.” You stepped closer and placed your hands on his chest and they moved to the rhythm of his breathing. “Let’s give us another chance.”

Charles’s green eyes are now locked on yours but he looked like he needed you to say it again.

“Let’s give us another chance.”

Then you could see the ends of his mouth lifted into a curve, the dimples line that you used trace looking deeper as he pulled you closer by your waist. His eyes studied your face as if he was looking for the sincerity and genuineness to make sure what he heard was indeed real.

“Are you being serious?”

“Yeah! Do you…want to?”

You didn’t know if he nodded to your question or if he even replied to your question but youfelt Charles’s lips on yours and it sent a tingling sensation ran through your body. God, you missed him so much. The kiss was full of gentle urgency, you felt his hand cupped on your face as he deepened the kiss. There was nothing else mattered to you at the moment, there was no fear or worries, no past. You just felt this pure, unconstrained and overwhelming passion that reminded you back that it was him, all this time and it would always be him. The kiss ended only when both of you ran out of breath but instead of pulling away, he leaned his forehead against yours and closed him eyes when you began stroking on his cheek.

“I was scared that if I ever stumbled around you again, you would slip off my fingers and I can’t go through that feeling of having no contact with you, not being able to tell you about my accomplishments or failures all over again. I have been living in a constant terror these past few months it’s frightening—“

“I knew, Charles. I knew. I saw the way you being all restless and fidgeting around me, I saw you scanned my face as if you were seeking for my approval before you could touch me. You slipped off once and you made a mistake but we are all learning, aren’t we? None of us knew exactly what love is, none of us knew how relationship worked but look at us now. It’s okay to make mistakes, I want you to be yourself, be comfortable around me like you always did. We’ll figure things out together and I want you to be with me throughout the journey in my life, in our lives. Promise me that you’ll never push me away, talk to me when things get too hard for you, please?”

“Promise. I love you, doudou. All ways, always.”

And one promise is made out of hope.

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“Hi, Y/N.”

“Hi, Lando!” You squealed in excitement to the phone as soon as he picked it up.

“I’m assuming things go well between you and Charles?” You had texted him last night that you were excited and scared but he had assured you that you had nothing to worry because he knew Charles, and he knew you.

“Yeah! We made up and he was so happy and I was so happy too I cried last night and he almost cried—“

And Lando stayed on the phone, every words you said felt like it was piercing on his heart but hearing your voice, knowing you were triumphantly joyful felt like the wound in his heart healed instantly,

and then he remembered that you were talking about Charles, and he felt his heart bled, again but almost instantly, over and over, the sound of your joyful laugh through the phone healed the wound, again.

Lando knows he will never be him, but you will always be her.

“Perhaps in another life, I could be the first one to teach you about friendships, about relationships, perhaps I could be the first guy to hold your hand, the first guy to kiss you and the first guy to break your heart. Perhaps by then, you would choose me over him.”

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sukioyakio · 1 year ago

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LOSER!BOYFRIEND

Me and my pookie talking about things and then one thing leads to another😏

AND THEN LOSERBOYFRIEND THOUGHTS KEPT COMING THOUGH!

PARING: LOSERBOYFRIEND! Miguel x Reader

WARNING:May have smut content,but will be mostly FLUFF

SUMMARY: LoserBOYFRIEND!Miguel headcannons 💓

DID NOT PROREAD DID NOT EDITED

LOSERBOYFRIEND!miguel who works at an lego store because it was the only job his gym rat looking ass found,but he enjoy the job non the less,and plus he's the cashier meaning the front view of everything:)) (of course he love it,since he can get free Lego sets for him and for you)

LOSERBOYFRIEND!Miguel Who is Hardly more then happy to see you,come by his work job to say hi.Just your smile would make him down bad for you like you have no idea.But what makes him happy even more is That you come to give him some home made lunch.And then there he just got hard the tightness in his pants was unbearable,it felt like at any moment he was going to release his steman in his pants. He was lose in the thought of you being his wife and how he'll be abke to have that smile to wake up too.

LOSERBOYFRIEND!Miguel Who is hella nervous when you went over his house,especially in holiday days.My guy would sweat the most before you even arrive,he'll clean his house not once not twice but four times just to be prepare,he know he an absolute Loser,but he just want you to know that his trying and that even if he doesn't have the best of relationship advice (which is none 😅😢) HE WILL BE THERE!!!

LOSERBOYFREIND!Miguel who know after dating you for like 5 mouth,he will and know that he is gonna go inside your pretty little apartment,and knowing that makes him nervous.One because your smell it addicting to sent, and two it because he really never been at an girl apartment or stuff so he reallly doesnt know how to act.And so his cute loser ass search up "how to act when your in your girlfriend"s house" (HE IS SUCH AN TOTAL DORK AND dont tell me he would be all night researching about these things) and so when he finally got inside your house.

THis man is hard already,it like you put an drug on the air in your house.He was for sure that you could see his dick bulge through his pants.Already he has his flush out face and he barley inside your place.

"are you ok babe?" you asks sweetly,with your big doe eyes looking that him.The same eyes he has dreams about in dark hours of the night.

loserboyfreind!miguel nodded to your sweet question,As he hide his stuipd (big) little boner from you.He would get embrassed if you saw,and or so overthinks that you would leave him because of him thinking of you in an sexual way (My guy overthinks an lot but cant bring himself to tell you how he feels and really want to make himself feel like an good boyfreind even if he an total loser about it )

Walking around your place was like an new terrioty for him,he would particauly look and study each object in your room through the living room.

But when you took him to your room his dick got more stiffen in his pants and so he quickly ask where is the restroom to "use the bathroom",

WHERE HE IS AN TOTAL GREEK FOR VIDEO GAMES AND SCIENCE, but when you come into his life,he had no idea how to be a boyfriend.BRO WOULD HAVE AN NERD LOOK BUT would tried so hard to look presentable for you.

CUZ YOU DESERVE IT,but he’s broke and work in an Lego store and so GET AN SET OF THE FLOWER AND Chocolate BOX LEGOS SET AND WOULD BUILT IT FOR YOU,and would be embarrassed TO SHOW HIS FACE when his shoving his gift to you,HAVING A BLUSHING FACE.

GRUMBLING UNDERNEATH HIS mouth

“I-ii- I know is not the b-best gift,but please accept it”he says while looking down with a shy expression and shoving it to you.

you wonder how an built gaint is an such an adorable loser.boyfriend You had an smile on your face.

“Thank you for your gift” As you crane your neck and you were on tipped toes and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

HE LOOKED SO HAPPY SO APPRECIATIVE,the second later he would have a nose bleed from your kiss.THIS MEN NEVER HAD PHYSICAL TOUCH.

(That all I have 😭😭😭)

HAPPY VALENTINES 💝

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