#celestial writes

Pairing: Conner Kent x Male! Reader

Summary: Who doesn't love baking with their partner? Especially when you found a bunch of Halloween themed recipes! I mean, what could possibly go wrong?

Trigger Warnings: None!

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When you had found these recipes online, you had intended to make them yourself if you even could make them. Just you, your thoughts, and your kitchen.

Yet, on a call with your boyfriend, you had let it slip that you were planning on doing some baking.

Conner, ever the gentleman, offered to help. He had nothing better to do, besides, he loved spending time with you! So in Conner's eyes, it was a win-win! He got to spend time with you and get some delicious treats!

You two scheduled a good time for both of you, giving you some time to gather what you would need and make sure you had the recipes saved.

You had full faith in yourself and Conner. You two were one hell of a team. So what could possibly go wrong?

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Well, the day came. Conner had come over to your place. At first, everything went well!

You had gotten the recipes pulled up and got to work. It started small, making pumpkin cookies and other such treats.

Then it started going south. It started small a first.

"Hey, babe, was this container powdered sugar or Flour?" Conner asked, looking at you. In his hands he held one of the glass jars you used to contain your baking ingredients.

It was easier than having to dig around for everything in the cabinets.

"Should be Powdered Sugar." You replied, focusing on mixing the batter you were working on at first.

"Cool, Cool. And my sweet, beloved boyfriend who I love more than life... Where are your measuring cups?" Conner Questioned as he sat the glass jar on the counter.

"Second Drawer, left of the sink." You answered, setting the bowl on the counter as you went to open the drawer in question.

Conner gave a nod, "Sweet." He grabbed the measuring cup size he needed, and you went back to the sugar cookie mix you were working on.

You were on Cookie duty, and Conner was on Icing. It was simple as that. It was a good balance and i kept things orderly.

You began scooping the cookies onto the cookie tray, humming softly to yourself. Conner was focused on trying to make the icing perfect.

For some reason, though, The icing wasn't mixing like it was supposed to. Conner just brushed it off, though. It would probably still be good.

"Sooo, why the sudden interest in baking, [Name]?" Conner asked, leaning against the counter as he watched you put the Cookies in the oven.

You gave a shrug, "Dunno, just figured I should try it. Besides, the recipes I found looked really yummy. They seemed simple enough too."

Conner smiled softly, "Fair enough. Wanna watch a movie while we wait?" He asked.

You closed the oven door and smiled. You nodded, "Yeah, why not? We got time to kill?"

You hadn't even realized you had forgotten to set a timer at that point.

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It was an hour and a half later, you and Conner having just finished up some Horror movie.

Conner sniffed the air, and his eyes widened. "The Cookies!" He said.

You and him stood up in a panic and hurried to the kitchen. You rushed to open the oven and a plume of smoke came out.

Conner hurried to open a window, venting the smoke out.

You got your oven mitts on and pulled out the burnt cookies. You set charred mess on the counter and sighed.

"Damnit, I forgot to set a timer." You admitted, staring at your ruined cookies.

Conner brought the bowl of icing over with a sympathetic smile, "At least we still have the icing..." He said, offering the bowl.

You went to stick your finger into the icing and eat it, but the moment it reached your tongue, you gagged and hurried to wash your mouth out. "Icing is also a lost cause." You said weakly, slumping down onto the floor. Conner joined you in your defeat.

"Well... at least we tried?" He said softly, You smiled and laughed.

You agreed in a nod, "Yeah, we did, and it was also an excuse to spend time together." You said, looking on the bright side of things.

Conner laughed, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and holding you close.

"Damn right it was, I wouldn't trade today for anything, mess ups and all."

You rested your head on his shoulder, "Neither would I, Kon. Neither would I."

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a/n: Another character close to my heart. I'm so happy that I'm trying to write for all these characters, even if I'm not the best.

My new iPad should be here soon so I’ll be able to draw again! Alsooo, getting back into writing fanfiicsss!

Recently been into Minecraft arg’s (more specifically A ReGect ARG) and wrote a fic GO READ ITTT!!

A/N: I wrote this BEFORE I saw endgame so there are no spoilers but reader discretion is advised (I don't want people coming at me for posting non existent spoilers w/o a warning)

Nevertheless, I got sudden motivation to write during all the hype last week, pls enjoy.

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There was a soft glow radiating from the screen of your laptop onto your face.

Soft sounds could be heard from the crappy speaker. Who puts laptop speakers on the bottom anyway? Your eyes flitted accross the screen as you watched an old video of Spiderman helping someone out of a bus that had crashed. A video of Peter.

It had already been a year since you'd last seen him. Since the snap. Even a year later, it was still unsettling to you that you and Peter had chatted on the bus that morning and then he was gone, all in the same day. You still missed him. There hasn't really gone a day where you didn't think about him, and you weren't sure that was ever going to stop.

A light knock on your door snapped you out of your thoughts.

"Y/n?" An accompanying voice asked. It was your mother.

You scrambled to close the youtube tab and pulled up the history report that you had previously been working on. "Yeah?"

She pushed the door open a little and poked her head through.

"Sorry- uh there's...there's someone at the door for you sweetheart." She sounded kind of unsure of herself. Probably because she wasn't expecting you to have any company today. Heck, were you even expecting company today??

You shut your laptop and made your way to the door. You hesitated before twisting the handle and wondered for a moment when your mother had stopped trailing behind you, opting to stay behind in the hallway.

When you opened the door you were met with a very stiff set of shoulders. Shoulders clad in a deep grey hoodie.

When you looked up to examine this person's face you thought for sure you must be dreaming; or hallucinating at least.

You were met with pecan colored eyes with a glass glaze over them that made them glimmer in the light.

Those were eyes you hadn't seen in over a year.

Your eyes darted across his face. The eyes, the eyebrows, the slightly crooked nose, the lips, the whole face. It all matched up.

"...Peter?" Your voice was just above a whisper, full of disbelief.

"Hey." his voice sounded strained, but hearing it at all after such a long time felt unreal.

The two of you kind of just stood there in the doorway for a moment, not really sure what to do. Peter stayed from moving too fast because he was worried that he scared you, coming back out of nowhere like this.

Then something clicked and it was like your brain finally realized what was going on.

You closed the space between the two of you and quite literally jumped into his arms, tears starting to stream down your face. He immediately wrapped his arms around you.

It felt so good to be in his arms again.

Sobs racked your body and Peter started rubbing your back as you clinged tightly to his neck."I missed you so much Peter"

"I know baby, I know, I missed you too. I'm back now." He pressed a kiss to the side of your head and held you tight.

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After a few minutes of just holding onto eachother, the cries died down and you pulled away slightly to look up at Peter.

"Did you get taller?" You mustered a smile and he laughed.

"I guess so." He said with a smile.

Suddenly it occurred to you that the two of you were still standing in your doorway.

"Oh duh,hi, sorry, come in." You reluctantly pulled out of Peter's embraced and let him through the door.

When both of you were in, you led him to your room.

You sat on your bed and expected the bed to creek as Peter sat down too, but it didn't happen.

You looked around and found Peter still standing at your door, looking around with a sad smile.

"Your room...it looks so...different." Peter let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. "It looks so different, and its only been a year."

"Peter" you called out to him with a sad voice and a worried expression. He didn't respond.

"I've been gone a year and I feel like I've already missed so much." He stops gazing around your room, and moves his eyes to meet yours. "Are you different too?" His voice was quiet and soft. It sounded as if he almost didn't want to ask, afraid of the answer.

"Peter. Come here, my love." You patted the space next to you, beckoning him to you.

When he sat, you took his face in your hands. "You've been gone for a year. Some things are different now. I'm different now. I'm still...me, but different. I had to learn how to do things differently and adjust certain aspects of my life because you weren't there. I had to experience life without you in it. I lived without you for a year, and things changed. But you're back now, and I know its gonna take a while for this to feel normal again, and I know it's probably never going to be exactly the same as it was before, but-I love you Peter. And I don't care how long this takes or how weird it's gonna be before we fall into place again. Because I love you, and I don't ever want to experience life without you again." You offered him a smile, with tears in your eyes.

He smiled back and leaned into your touch, tears in his eyes too.

Peter took his hands, that had previously been nervously clamped together in his lap, and moved them to wipe tears from your cheeks, using the opportunity to pull you in for a kiss.

It was soft, but there was a sense of urgency as your lips moved against eachother. Almost like you were trying to convey all the feelings you still felt for eachother, and all the words you wanted to say. You missed Peter's kisses. You missed Peter.

Kevin Gnapoor x reader

(A/N: She appears???? I'm glad I was finally motivated enough to finish this one! I'm gonna try to get to my other requests soon. Enjoy, loves)

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"You forgot to take the cube root of x"

A pair of brown eyes widened, the boy realizing the mistake, while a pair of hands ran over his shoulders from behind and down his chest.

Kevin hunched over to fix his answer as you kissed his cheek.

"Ah yeah, that's makes way more sense." He said, leaning back, going over his work. "Thanks babe" he turned his head to place a chaste kiss on your lips.

"Ew" tyler chirped from across them, and Marwan elbowed his side.

They watched the two of you interact for a few minutes, working on problems in between, before tyler spoke up again "hey wait, what're you doing here y/n?" Marwan elbowed him again, whispering a small "rude omg".

"Ah, Kevin and I are supposed to hang out and watch a movie tonight." You said, removing your arms from his shoulders and moving to sit in a chair next to him.

"Oh." The two boys across from you shared a glance. "We uh, we can leave then." Marwan offered, closing his book and beginning to shuffle around to pack up his stuff.

"Ah! No that's okay! I'm a bit early, you guys can go ahead and finish up here if you're not done." you didn't mean to kick them out.

"Nah, don't worry, I think we're all pretty much done- come on Tyler" he reassured, and called Tyler and together they proceeded to take their leave.

You let out a small sigh "I scared away your friends, Kev"

"Don't even worry about it."

He swung an arm around your shoulders. "Anyways, we're all alone now." A playful wink was shot in your direction.

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You had come over to Kevin's house for a movie night but the movie you chose to put on was long forgotten.

The two of you lay on Kevin's couch, limbs totally tangled together.

Your arms were around his neck, pressing sporadic kisses to his face, and he had an arm wrapped around you, the other carried a hand that was playing with your hair.

At some point you had stopped your kisses to stare at Kevin. He was so amazing to you. He wasn't the most god-like looking person ever, but you did find him attractive and his face was quite cute. Not only that but he was smart and funny, and although he didn't like to admit it, he was very caring, and was always there for his friends, and you loved that about him.

After a few moments of your staring, Kevin caught on, moving his focus from playing with your hair to look you in the eyes.

"Whatcha thinkin about?" He asked, lightly tapping your forehead.

"You." You blurted out.

He let out a little laugh, his ears turning slightly red. "Me?"

"Yeah, you." You pushed yourself up a little. "I think about you all the time. Really I'm just always thinking about how I managed to score someone like you, Kev."

He scratched at his neck and his eyes cast downward briefly, the intimacy of the situation, and your words setting in.

"I wouldn't really say you scored all that much."

"Did too!" You followed quickly after he finished speaking. "You're amazing Kevin. You're super smart and you always prove to be more and more so everytime i hang around you. And you're funny and as much as I roll my eyes at your jokes, I genuinely do love hearing them. Oh god and you're like, so cute????" You paused for a moment and took in a deep breath.

"I just- I- I love you."

He took your face in his hands and pulled you back down closer to him, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. He smiled into the kiss and pulled away, looking at you with possibly the cutest, softest smile you'd ever seen.

So.

My mental health has been really trash lately. It got worse than it was due to some changes in my personal life and I've been struggling a lot with motivation. Not even just with writing, with everything. I really have to struggle to even get my school work done.

I want to keep writing for you guys and I'm so grateful for all of my followers and I'm so sorry that I haven't been around lately.

I want to enjoy writing though, and I have some pretty old requests in my inbox that I keep saying I'm going to get motivated enough to do, or that an idea will come to me eventually. But right now this I don't think thats gonna happen.

So this is how it's gonna go.

I'm going to have to clear up my inbox. I'm going to get rid of some old requests (a lot of them are old I feel so bad). If someone out there requested something from me a while ago and noticed I never got to it, its probably going to be deleted. You can feel free to send it again if you really still want it, but I can't guarantee that I'll have enough motivation to get to it atm. I just didn't want to delete stuff and then have someone wondering what happened to their request.

I also have decided that I won't be writing for newsies anymore unless it's specifically a Davey x reader. It's not that I don't like it anymore(I literally listen to it all the time) but I just discovered that it's really hard for me to write most of the characters.

Also I'm really hyped up bc of endgame so if yall have anything for Peter, I might be able to get to it this week.

A/N my chapters???Got shorter??? More likely than you think

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Friday.

It was friday.

Your date was approaching quickly.

With Michael.

Was it a date?

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Michael Mell. Your brother’s best friend who you most definitely had a crush on. You spent the school week constantly distracted by thoughts of him flowing into your head. Thoughts of how you really felt about him.

You weren't quite sure at first, maybe you just started liking him because he liked you or maybe because he kissed you. That's what thought at first, but as you took this week to think about yourself and your emotions, and think about him, you realized that that just wasn't it. Did you really hate Michael for who he was? Or did you just hate him because Jeremy spends more time with him than you?

You let out a long breathy sigh before grabbing your things for practice.

It was 6:30 now. It's early. You thought about maybe walking today. Pulling the keys from where they hung by the door, you opened up the large door to find Michael making his way up the porch steps.

He looked up and smiled brightly. “Oh good, I caught you just on time.” He noted the eyebrow you raised and spoke again. “Want a ride?”

“Oh! Uhhh it's 6:30 now, I don't have to be there until 7. I'll be early if we drive.” You said, trying to look anywhere but him.

“That's fine, can I walk with you then?” He asked putting his car keys in his pocket.

“I mean yeah but,” you started stepping down the porch, Michael following behind you. “you're just gonna leave your car here? What about Jeremy? Won't he need a ride? Plus if you come with me you'll have an hour till school even starts.” You questioned him as the two of you made your way down the street.

“Wow if you didn't want me to come you could have just said so.” Michael said jokingly.

“No no I just-” you started, but were soon interrupted.

“Hey, I'm just kidding” Michael nudged your shoulder. “But no, uh Jeremy said he was getting a ride from Christine today. And technically can't I just sit around and watch you guys practice?”

“Like a creep?” You said matching his joking tone from earlier.

“hEY. No. I am not a creep.” He spoke, crossing his arms and sticking his tongue out at you.

“Hey, I'm just kidding” You said mocking his words from a second ago before laughing lightly.”It's fine, there are actually usually a few people who are always in the gym during practice who aren't even actually on the team. No one really knows why they're always there so early but yeah.”

You heard Michael hum lightly next to you.

There was silence for a few moments before Michael spoke up.

“Sooo-actually wait no.” You looked up at him and his eyes met yours before he laughed and spoke again “I was going to try to make small talk but that probably would have made it worse.” You smiled at him and let out laugh.

“Thanks for that.” you said between small laughs as Michael hesitantly reached for your hand. Your laughs died down and you felt Michael intertwine his hand with yours. Giving his hand a small squeeze, you smiled and continued to walk ahead.

The two of you. Happily hand in hand.

A/N: Ugh Michael is such a cutie I love him.

Request: Michael Mell x reader where they wait until college to confess to each other?

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Bzzt bzzt

Your phone buzzed. Michael's name appeared on the screen.

Bzzt bzzt

You answered it.

"Let me in"

You walked to the door, still on the call. You unlocked the door and swung it open to reveal a cold looking Michael.

"Does this count as home invasion?" You asked seriously. He walked past you and flopped onto your couch.

"I'm your best friend so probably not" he responded.

"This feels like a home invasion" you said, making your way to the couch after shutting the door. You grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.

The pillow hit him in the face and he glared at you for a second, then grinned.

"I missed you."

You laughed at him.

"I missed you too dork." You smiled at him brightly and layed down on top of him on your couch.

You wrapped your arms around him and he did the same.

"How've you been? How are your classes?" he asked, playing with your hair.

You sighed "It's been okay I guess. I miss highschool, highschool was easy" you let out a tired laugh.

"Not when we got made fun of" Michael chimed in.

You smacked him lightly. "Not what I meant, dork. I'm talking about the classes. You and I both breezed through our classes. College is hard."

"I know, I know" he rubbed your back. "We'll make it through though," as he lightly pushed you up off of him a bit, he grinned. "Because we have eachother."

You giggled. "Oh my god Michael, you're such a sap, get outta here." You pushed your hands against the couch, holding yourself up. You two stared at eachother in a comfortable silence, happy and content.

"I love you" Michael whispered.

You smiled.

"I love y-"

"No." Michael took a breath. "I love you, love you. 'I have feelings for you' I love you."

Your eyes widened. Smiling, you leaned down to hug him again. Burying your face into his shirt, you whispered "I have feelings for you too. I have for a long time." You hugged him tighter as he pressed a kiss into your hair.