#and now that the holidays are over i'm definitely getting back into my usual swing

[blindmagdalena]

Hc for giving homie a handy while he’s laying down in ur lap <33

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Now this is heaven. Homelander lies outstretched on the couch, one knee bent while the other is left long, boot turned outward. Your lap is plush under his head, and your nails drag in deft, toe-curling lines along his scalp. Each stroke sends pleasant tingles down his spine, unwinding the tension of the day from his body. You bring him a peace that he once could have only dreamed of. He feels your love in every tender touch, hears it in the steady thrum of your heart. He's become addicted to you, thoroughly intoxicated by the effortlessness with which you soothe him, with which you love him. Your other hand is resting on his chest, fingers interlaced with his. His eyes are closed, warmth resonating pleasantly through him. When he lets out a content little moan at a particularly good scratch of your nails, you ask with a smile, "Feel good?" The sultry timbre of your voice jolts through him. He cracks his eyes open. You're gazing down at him with such adoration, he wonders how he ever let himself close them. He wants to drink it in forever. "Yeah," he rasps, adjusting slightly. The movement makes him realize he's more than half hard, heat radiating from his core.

He thinks you must have realized it first, if the devious curve of your lips is any indication. He turns his head to nuzzle a little sheepishly at your stomach. "Real good," he says, smiling bashfully. You hum. "I can make you feel even better."

The words are music to his ears. Homelander's smile broadens, your intentions crystal clear to him. You release his hand, and he reaches down to unclasp his belt, holding your gaze while he works his cock out of his pants, giving the length of it a brief pump. You shift, leaning slightly, and playfully swat his hand away, replacing it with your own. Your touch makes him suck in a sharp breath, and then exhale a low sound. He lifts a hand and grips your knee, thumb stroking back and forth. Slowly at first, you stroke up and down his shaft, squeezing gently at the head before sliding back down. Homelander's lips part while he stares up at you, brows furrowing in pleasure. You look radiant above him, wearing the same serene expression as when you were simply combing his hair. You look powerful like this, confident in the way you tend to him. It sets his blood aflame, has him needily flexing his grip on your knee. "Better?" You ask, voice like silk. Homelander nods, breath hitching when your wrist moves through a deft twist and squeeze, wringing a breathy little moan out of him. "Yes," he says, hips giving a shaky little jerk. "Easy," you coo, curling your fingers into his hair, grabbing a fistful of it. He inhales sharply when you give it a firm pull, painless but no less exhilarating. Your other hand pauses on his cock, which throbs wildly in your grip. "Let me take care of you. Stay still."

"Yes," he gasps, gripping the couch, grasping at it harder than he dare squeeze you, the frame of it groaning under his strength. He loves it when you direct him, because he knows that obeying you will come with reward. With praise. "Yes, okay, yes." "Good boy," you say, which really isn't fair, as you resume jerking him off. The way your thumb drags over the head of his cock makes him keen, spreading slick with every stroke. He wants so badly to fuck rough and dirty into the tight channel of your hand, but more than that, he wants to hear you say how fucking good he was for you.

All he can do is spread his legs a little wider, tip his head back in your lap as his back arches. Your lap is so fucking soft and warm, but what really drives him up the wall is that he can smell your arousal. He can hear the pulse of your body as you work yourself up tending to him, getting off on his pleasure. It empties his mind of any coherent thought, replacing it with nothing but primal need. "That's it," you encourage, giving his hair one last gentle tug before you splay your fingers, dragging them through his hair in exactly the way you had when this begun. He shudders. "Feels so good, doesn't it? Show me. Show me how good I make you feel." Homelander groans loud, keeping himself still through pure herculean effort while the mounting pressure of release creeps up his spine. Your words bathe him like rays of sunlight, and sink in just as warm. He wants nothing more than for you to never take your eyes off of him, to shower him always in your love. Your attention would be wasted anywhere else. You were made for him. His brows knit tightly together at the thought, eyes screwing shut right before that last tether of control snaps and he drives his hips up, gasping as he comes hard into your hand, cupped over the head of his cock, load after load soaking your palm and fingers.

You, in your exquisite cruelty, coat the length of his cock in his own release, milking him of his orgasm with slow, wet pumps. Homelander makes a noise dangerously close to a whimper, shivering at the too-good feel of it. Your hand is warm and tight, slick with his come, the lewd sound of you stroking him through the aftermath impossibly loud in his ears. He looks at you, and you look pristine, so damn composed, a sharp contrast to how utterly unraveled he feels. You’re smiling like you’re proud of him for coming apart in your hands like that.

“God, that was amazing,” you murmur. The praise is so tender, so earnest that it helps him come down slow from his high, turning his freefall into a gradual descent. “You're amazing."

"So're you," he says, words slurring together slightly, smiling lazily. You bend down to kiss him, and he lifts his hand to touch the side of your face reverently. You kiss him slow, though he can't help licking into your mouth, craving you. The taste of you combined with the feel of your hands on him makes his cock throb a little painfully, a pang of renewed interest. He's nearly disappointed when your hand slows to a stop, though he still gives a breath of relief at the reprieve, bordering on overstimulated. When you pull away from the kiss, he admires you for a moment before turning his head, inhaling you through the fabric of your clothing. The heat, the smell of your unabated arousal wets his tongue, has his jaw aching preemptively. It makes him fucking hungry. "I wanna taste you," he says, glancing up at you, licking his lips. "Can I?" He hears you heart jump, sees your pupils dilate. He smiles wickedly when you nod.

There could be no greater reward for what a good boy he had been.

[senditcolton]

maybe this Christmastime, you'll realize

song inspo: santa doesn't know you like i do word count: 3k warnings: none, just pure holiday fluff (christmas centric)

a/n: i'm back!! and what better way to celebrate the conclusion of my graduate degree by giving you all a barely edited, written last night, self-indulgent fic to feed my delusion of Tyson Jost being madly in love with me. glad to be back and can't wait to write for you all again!!

The heat that blasts from the oven is a welcome sensation, considering that your old apartment often struggled to keep in the warmth from your central heating. You lean in, your oven mitt clad hand reaching and grasping the cookie sheet.

You’d be the first to admit that you weren’t much of a baker. That was never your ‘job’ during holidays with your family. But you figured you would try this year since you wouldn’t have the opportunity to enjoy the homemade goodies your family crafted.

That was the reason you chose to bake cookies. The reason you chose to bake almond butter cookies was because of someone else. Someone who also wasn’t able to enjoy the comforts of home this year.

As if he could hear your thoughts, a knock echoes through your apartment. You quickly finish transferring the cookies from the still hot baking sheet onto the cooling rack before wiping off your hands and running towards the front door. You swing open the worn wood and you can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips when you see Tyson standing there.

“Hey. Happy Christmas Eve Eve.”

“Is that the official name?” he laughs, walking into your apartment like it was his own. Which considering how often he was over at your place, it might as well be.

“You haven’t seen that episode of Friends?”

“Guess not,” he shrugs, taking off his coat. “Smells nice in here.”

“Thanks. I tried my hand at baking.”

“And you didn’t burn the apartment down?” he smiles and you wish you could stop the way your knees weaken at the sight.

“Ha, ha, very funny,” you laugh, playfully shoving his shoulder. “You better be nice to me or else you won’t get any almond butter cookies.” This time, you didn’t want to stop the trill of your heart at the way his eyes brightened at your words.

“Almond butter?”

“Yeah,” you nod towards the kitchen, a silent invitation for him. He took your encouragement in stride, breezing into the other room and you were thankful that he was out of earshot when you said your next words.

“I made them just for you.”

You did. You also opened your home to him, welcoming him any day during this, the week of Christmas. But that was just because you didn’t want him to be lonely. That was all. That was the only reason.

It definitely wasn’t because of the crush you had been harboring for him since the first day you met.

No, absolutely not.

You take a deep breath before following Tyson into the kitchen, turning the corner only to find him already munching on a cookie, a grin on his face and some crumbs stuck on his facial hair.

“I know they’re probably not as good as Grandma Jost’s but –” Tyson cuts you off with a gentle call of your name.

“Stop. These are delicious. You did a really good job.”

“Thanks,” you say. It’s only then that you spy the backpack that he carried in with him, one that was now placed on your kitchen table. “What’s that?”

“Oh,” Tyson says, as if he just remembered it himself. You are even more curious when you see the blush spread on his cheeks, the rosy color having nothing to do with the lingering cold from outside. “I need your help.”

“Okay?”

“You mentioned that you were in charge of wrapping presents at your house for the holidays. And I’m really bad at it. I mean, usually I struggle through it or just put everyone’s gifts in bags…”

You gently interrupt his explanation with a laugh of your own, your brain goes over all the gifts Tyson has given you; mostly presented to you in gift bags.

“But since I can’t go home this year, I kind of want to – I don’t know – make more of an effort. Make it more exciting for whenever my family does get their presents. If that makes any sense.”

“That makes perfect sense, Tyson,” you reply. “Sit. Eat your cookies. I’ll get the wrapping paper.”

Only a few short moments pass before you find yourself sitting next to Tyson, wrapping the stockpile of presents he brought over and listening to him talk about anything and everything: details about the gift you were currently wrapping, his shopping adventures, the hockey season so far, friend and family updates, anything. You occasionally interrupt with questions about how he wants the presents decorated but he gives you a lot of creative freedom which you slightly admonish him for.

“Tyson, they should feel like they’re from you.”

“I’ll pick out the bows.”

That was how you continued, your focus on the folds and creases of the paper in front of you while Tyson talked.

You had gone through most of the gift he presented to you, your concentration entirely on the folding and taping that you perfected long ago. Tyson had gone quiet for a moment but you weren’t that concerned as you were still able to hear him rustling around in the bag that held all your bows, finding whatever color he chose for the current gift. You are just about to put the last piece of tape on when you feel Tyson’s fingers gently press against your head.

Your eyes snap back to him, only to see that adorable crooked grin on his face. You are pretty sure you knew what happened and your thoughts are only confirmed as you reach up and feel the paper of the bow pressed onto your hair.

“Is this the one you want for this gift?”

“It looks pretty cute on you,” he says and you once again have to force yourself to take a deep breath before your body acts of its own volition, revealing your feelings in probably the worst way.

“I’m sure it’ll look much better on the present,” you quip, taking it off your hair and replacing the tape before sticking it onto the silver paper. “Ta-da!” You push the present off to the side, adding to the slowly growing pile. “What’s next?”

You turn your attention to Tyson, but this time, he’s the one distracted. His fingers tap against his phone,  typing out few quick messages, a small grin appearing on his face occasionally. You wait for a few minutes, just watching him until he feels your gaze and looks up towards you.

“Huh?”

“Which present is next?”

“Oh, last one,” he says, pulling the final gift out of his backpack and handing it to you. “This one is for Kacey.”

“Was that who you were texting?”

“No um, that was Mikayla. She’s this girl I matched with on a dating app a little while ago. We’re just getting last minute details ready before our date tonight.”

His words give you literal pause as your scissors stall on the wrapping paper, your smooth precise cut turning into a jagged edge.  

“Tonight?” you ask, your question answered with an affirmative hum from him. You try to act nonchalant, a shrug lifting your shoulders as you attempt to focus back on the task at hand. “Seems a little odd – so close to Christmas.”

“Yeah, but it was the best day for her and I don’t have anywhere else to be, y’know?”

You try not to let his words sting, knowing he doesn’t mean them maliciously. He wasn’t with his family and you were just a friend. He didn’t have any commitments because he wasn’t committed to you. That was the simple truth.

“Yeah, I know,” you say, forcing your attention onto the cherry red wrapping paper in your hands; the one thing you could control. “I think a gold bow would look good on this one.”

“Whatever you say, boss,” Tyson replies, typing out one last quick message before diving back into the bag to find the color you requested.

A few short minutes later, the presents are wrapped and placed back into Tyson’s pack, safe and ready for their return to his apartment. You watched from your couch as his throws his coat over his broad frame before swinging the backpack onto his shoulder.

“If you want, you can always come over tomorrow. I need some help finishing off those cookies,” you playfully tease, trying not to let your heart get too attached to the idea of spending Christmas Eve with him next to you.

“I might take you up on that,” Tyson says, shooting you a gentle smile before opening your door and leaving, the chill sneaking in from the outside and finding a way to wrap around your heart.

You know you had no right to be upset. Tyson wasn’t yours. He didn’t know the way you felt about him and there was no certainty that he would even share your feelings. He might only ever see you as a friend and if that was the case… he should be free to find someone who does love him.

But there was this stubborn part of you that couldn’t imagine anyone else loving Tyson as much as you loved him. You’ve been there through the good and bad. You knew his favorite songs. You knew how to make him laugh. And you would always pick up when he called.

Who else could say that?

You sigh, gently telling yourself that there was nothing you could do about it tonight.

Perhaps Christmas Eve might bring forth some holiday magic. Or maybe you should just throw in the towel, pray for New Year’s to come quickly so you could leave this heartache behind along with the holiday season.

You weren’t sure which to wish for so you just crawled into bed, feeling bluer that ever before as you fell asleep, trying not to think of someone else’s lips pressed against Tyson’s.

~*~*~*~*~*~

The lights in the tree blurred as you try to hold back you tears. You always seemed to cry during the holidays; you never really knew why. It just always came about this time of year. ‘Tis the season, right?

But this year, you could pinpoint the exact person that caused your tears to fall. Tyson Jost. The worst part about it was that it wasn’t even his fault that you were crying. It was all yours.

You woke up after a listless night of sleeping. When you went to check your phone, you hoped to see a message from Tyson but to your disappointment but not surprise, there was no notification on your screen. You managed to roll yourself out from underneath your covers and go about your morning routine before sending a text to him, saying that you hoped his date went well and that the offer to come over tonight was still on the table.

That was over twelve hours ago and all you received was radio silence from him.

Perhaps that is why you found yourself curled up underneath your tree, staring up at the lights in the boughs, trying to push back tears. It was a stupid reason to cry just like it was stupid to fall for your best friend. Stupid to think that he could ever see you as anything more. Stupid to think that maybe this Christmas would be the one where it all changed.

Stupid to spend your money on a new watch, wrap it up for him with a note documenting your feelings in the hope that he would open it tonight, here, underneath your tree while you both ate the cookies you made specifically for him.

Your fingers trace over the silk ribbon, fidgeting with the bow as the minutes tick by, your hope dwindling with them.

The receipt for it was still in your closet in one of your purses. You could return it on Tuesday, pretend like you never had this grand scheme and go back to being friends with Tyson. Give yourself another year to get over him. Maybe next year you finally would.

A heavy sigh escapes you as you spare one last glance down at the parcel in your hands before placing it back underneath the tree with all the other presents that your friends and family had sent to you.

It was a silly idea, an almost childish Christmas dream and now, you had to wake up. Tyson was dating other people and sooner or later, he would find someone who could give him everything you could and possibly more. Perhaps he found her last night and woke up this morning to her curled up in his arms and that feeling of love just struck him and if so, there was nothing you could do and –

The knock on your door startles you out of your spiraling thoughts, your hand hitting a few ornaments hanging down from the branches. You quickly grab them, stabilizing the fragile decor before you lift yourself off the floor, your blanket pooling beneath you before you wander to the front door.

You had no idea who was knocking at this time of night but you must have been too exhausted, both physically and emotionally, to care because you opened the door without a second thought. It took you a minute to fully register the person standing on your doorstep but when you saw those chocolate curls and those big brown eyes, you feel a sense of calm sweep over you.

Tyson always pulled that feeling from you. Even when he showed up unannounced on Christmas Eve.

Although you were happy to see him, the expression on your face was one of confusion. Why was he here, now, without a word of warning, after ignoring you for almost a full 24 hours? You are about to ask those questions but before you could get a word out, Tyson speaks.

“I’m sorry.”

His words catch you off-guard, the meaning behind them not yet clear to you.

“For what?” you ask him. Your breath shallows as he turns his gaze to you and you are struck by the earnestness reflecting in his eyes.

“For not seeing you,” he replies, stepping over the threshold of your apartment and closer to you. “For not seeing how wonderful and amazing and beautiful you are.”

“Wha – what’s happening?” you question, his words sending shockwaves through your body.

“I think a part of me always knew; that you were the one. But I ignored it for whatever reason. Fear, indifference, whatever. But last night, when I was on a date with another girl, all I could think about was you. How you make me laugh, make me smile. Pick me up and encourage me when I’m down. Do silly inconsequential things for me without expecting anything in return.”

Tyson continues to speak, becoming more assured and confident with every word, punctuating each sentence with a step closer to you.

“How you went out of your way to make cookies that remind me of home so I would feel less alone this holiday season. No one else has done anything like that for me.”

You had to be hallucinating or dreaming or something. This felt straight out of goddamn Hallmark movie – it couldn’t be real life. It was a fantasy brought on by sugar and heartache. But when Tyson reaches out to you, gently grasping your hands in his, you can feel the warmth of his touch run through you, warm and as real as it ever was.

“And I realized last night, alone in my bed, that I didn’t need the cookies, the presents, the bows and ribbons to feel like I was home,” Tyson confesses, his voice becoming softer as he pulls you closer. “Whenever I’m with you… that’s when I’m home. You are home to me. And I’m sorry for not being able to tell you sooner. I’m sorry it took this long for me to realize it.”

Tyson silences, looking into your eyes and you know he’s waiting for your answer but you were still trying to fully understand this whole situation. Still trying to wrap your head around the fact that the man in front of you, the man that you had a crush for almost an entire year, just came to your house in the middle of the night and confessed his feelings to you.

Your body slightly jumps at the sound of your front door closing, the breeze pulling it shut but Tyson gently rubs his thumbs over the back of your hands, soothing you. A small jingle of a bell sounds from above you, brought on by the gust of air from the door. The noise pulls both you and Tyson’s attention away from each other towards the ceiling and you feel your cheeks warm at the sight of the green leaves with white berries, tied together with ribbon, hanging above you. The warmth intensifies as Tyson turns his gaze on you once again, that mischievous look in his eyes.

“Mistletoe? Really?”

“It’s tradition,” you mutter, your tongue finally being able to twist itself into words.

“Well, it is Christmas after all. I guess we shouldn’t break tradition,” he grins.

You force yourself to breathe as Tyson leans closer to you, your eyes fluttering shut when you feel his forehead press against yours. You can feel the warmth of his breath fanning over your cheeks but his movements stall and when you don’t feel the gentle press of his lips against yours, you slowly reopen your eyes.

Tyson is still standing there, his lips only mere centimeters away from yours. It’s only then that you realize you’ve never given him a response to his confession. Haven’t yet told him that it was everything that you had been hoping to hear from him. But how could you possibly respond when it didn’t feel like there were words in the English language to describe the depth of your feelings?

The answer was simple.

You respond by lifting yourself up those final inches and pressing your lips against his. You pour every emotion you felt into that kiss and you could feel a piece of you settle when Tyson kissed you back with as much passion.

And you knew that this – wrapped up in Tyson’s arms underneath the mistletoe, his lips against yours – was the best present you could have ever received this year.

[knottyk]

Something About Them.

Y/N: hi tumblr! I've been MIA for too long and I kinda lost interest in writing for a while. I'll write about George again when the inspiration kicks in. For now, I'm back to my Spider-man phase after watching NWH. My first time writing for an MCU character so please forgive me. Just dabbled and this is what I came up with.

Warning: some spoilers for NWH!!

Summary: Y/N is alone during New Year's Eve. Peter climbs into the wrong window. Ned wants pizza.

Word count: 1.3k

“I’ll be back as soon as I can, there’s money on the fridge for some take out.” Your mom kissed you as she leaned for her keys by the side table. “Love you.”

“Love you too, be safe.”

The door shut closed and the room remained illuminated by the TV screen playing your favourite holiday movie. You adjusted your blanket as you reached for your phone. Some of your friends sent texts inviting you to go out with them, knowing that you’ll be alone at home anyway.

You could definitely go out if you wanted to, but you didn’t. The hassle of getting dressed up only to stand awkwardly in a dimly lit room reeking of cigarette smoke and sweaty bodies. No thanks, you thought. You sent out your response, making sure to be extra polite in declining and offering to meet them some time soon instead.

The walls vibrated along with the songs being played by every other person in the apartment except yours. People chanting and laughing, glasses breaking occasionally and balloons popping. Usually, you and your mom would spend the holidays together but this year, she had an emergency shift to cover for a workmate on New Year’s Eve.

Continuing the rest of the movie laying on the couch, you felt your eyes begin to close. You drift to sleep slowly but surely when you were rudely interrupted by your phone. You picked it up and saw Michelle flashing on the screen.

“Hey MJ.” You greeted as you sat back up.

[Hey Y/N. Are you home?]

“Yeah, why?” Behind her you could see Ned waving at you. “Hi, Ned.”

[Well, I just got off work. Ned and I thought we’d swing by, bring some food over?”

You were about to answer when MJ cut you off. [If it’s okay with you and your mom, of course.]

Chuckling, you answer, “Yeah, sure. My mom’s not here anyway and even if she was, she’d be cool.”

You met MJ and Ned in a class you’re taking at MIT. You’ve only known them for a few months but you already feel comfortable around them, as if you’ve known them all your life. They were the only ones who didn’t seem stuck up or were overly competitive so you immediately felt a connection with them.

[Oh, okay great. We’ll be there in ten.] You could hear cars and the usual ambiance of the streets of New York from her end. [What do you want us to get?]

You were going to respond but were interrupted by some noise near the window by the fire escape. It wasn’t unusual that some kids would mess with the tenants of the apartment building by throwing rocks and cans at the windows or playing loud music as they sit by the staircase. You’ve had some instances where the authorities had to be called.

“Wait, i’ll call you back.”

Grabbing your emergency bat, you walk slowly towards the window and leaned your back on the wall. The window was slipped open and you start whipping the bat at whoever dared enter your seemingly empty apartment.

“Ow, stop! Stop!”

“This is what you get! I am not dying, not today!”

You were surprised by the sudden tight grip around your wrists. The light from the TV shone on the stranger, who you almost instantly recognised. Your eyes widened and you dropped the bat.

“Hey.” He sheepishly greeted.

Peter Parker has only been in the complex for a couple of months now. You first met when his package got mixed with yours and your mom asked you to return it to the next door neighbour. There were also some awkward encounters by the elevators.

From what you could tell, he lived alone and was the same age as you. He went out every night and stayed in during the day. You know this because you frequently bump into him on the way to your flat as he just got out of his.

“What are you doing in here?” You speed walked to the flip the light switch on.

“I uh, left my keys and I thought I’d come in through the fire escape.” He scratched at his nape.

You let out a sigh as you take him in. His hair was more messy than usual and a few scratches were visible on his face.

“Are you okay?” You gestured at his face which he gently touched.

“I think so.” You could’ve sworn to see something gloss over his eyes. “Yeah.”

You stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what else to say, when he walked towards the door.

“I’ll get going. Sorry for scaring you.”

He had a hand on the door knob when you suddenly spoke.

“Stay.” It came out more demanding than you envisioned in your head. “I mean, you could stay for a while. I could help you.” You gestured at your face, pointing at the same places he had the gashes.

Peter gave a hesitant smile before nodding. You led him to the couch and ran to the bathroom for the first aid kit.

“I didn’t know you were a trouble maker.” You tried to open a conversation to mask the silence as you pressed a cotton ball drenched in alcohol on his gashes. You could tell he was used to being hurt like this when he didn’t hiss at the sting of the alcohol.

“I’m not. Trouble has a knack for following me, actually.” He chuckled but there it was again. The gloss over his eyes.

“What was it?” You calculated your moves, afraid to touch a sensitive area.

“Nothing like an avenger level threat.” This made you chuckle.

“Well, try to be more careful next time, Peter.” You tilted your head.

There was something more behind his smile and innocent looking face.

“I’ll try.”

You felt yourself inching closer and his chocolate orbs widened but his head unmoving. There was something about Peter that drew you in. His smile whenever he sees you at the corridors or even just the little nods he does before the elevator doors closed between the two of you. His breath fanned your face as you get even closer. But there was something else you couldn’t pin point. His eyes were rich brown it felt like a deep void sucking you in. A deep black space of nothing. You saw the clear hesitation in his eyes and you snapped back to reality.

He immediately stood. “Thank you for your help, Y/N.”

“That’s no problem.” You felt your cheeks turn red and you couldn’t look up at him.

He was once again, back at the door when you spoke. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know what I was thinking.”

He gave you a smile and nodded. “It’s okay, Y/N.” He twisted the knob. “Happy New Year.”

When he pulled it open, Ned and MJ stood still with their hands hanging in the air like they were in the middle of knocking.

“Y/N, we came as soon as you hung up.” Ned was the first to speak. “What happened?”

He eyed Peter who stood by the doorway as if he saw a ghost.

“Um, guys, this is Peter. My neighbour.” You turned to Peter. “Peter, my friends. MJ and Ned.”

You noticed the way MJ and Peter locked eyes. Peter tried to speak but nothing came out of his mouth, his hands making weird gestures.

“You two know each other?” You asked.

MJ slowly nodded, not taking her eyes off of Peter.

“We do?” Peter perked up. This was… weird.

“Yeah. You come to the bakery often, right?”

MJ finally snapped out of what seemed like a trance and entered the apartment, standing next to you.

You saw the way Peter lost the brief spark in his eyes as soon as MJ stepped in.

“Oh. Right.” Peter sighed and stepped out. “I’ll, uh, get going.”

You nodded and watched him walk out of sight. Without turning your head, you tried to look at MJ and caught her staring at the path Peter just took. You didn’t know why but you felt your heart sink ever so slightly.

“So, pizza?” Silence was broken by Ned.

masterlist

[mightyavngrs]

don't do that again | poe dameron x reader

summary: a broken promise and a mission gone wrong

warnings: mentions of a panic attack (stay safe <3)

a/n: hope you guys had happy holidays! here's a belated christmas gift :)

masterlist | taglist

You laid silently in your bed, heavy eyes trained on the alarm clock that stood in your nightstand. 1:45, 2:36, 3:18... the time passed and you couldn't help the voice inside your head telling you that every hour gone by the probability of Poe coming back safe and sound lowered.

He was supposed to come back a week ago. Maker, you knew it. You knew this mission wasn't going to go well.

Your legs carried you through the resistance base as you furiously made your way to Poe's quarters. It was late and most people had already retired to their rooms but the few members in the hallways threw confused looks your way. As you got to Poe's room, closed fist ready to bang on his door, the thing opened before you revealing a very excited Poe Dameron whose smile disappeared the second his eyes met yours. You caught his wrist, pushing him back inside the room with you before closing the door.

"Y/n, what happened-"

"Tell me you didn't take that mission." you demanded, your raised voice unrecognizable to your own ears.

"Wait, what? This is the most important mission of my career i thought you'd be happy i-"

"Poe this is the most dangerous mission anyone in the resistance has been assigned in years."

"You think i can't do it? Is that what this is about?" he questioned in shock, failing to keep the disappointed look that formed in his face.

"No! Maker, Poe, you're one of the most skilled people this rebellion has seen but this mission could just be an ambush for all we know! I mean collecting intell in heavy-guarded enemy territory from someone the resistance hasn't even heard about? Do you realize how dangerous that is?"

"Yes, y/n, i do. You know i think you're forgetting i've been a part of this rebellion for far longer than you have." he snapped, voice dangerously low and your eyes couldn't help but widen at the hostility in his words.

"Why are you being so aggressive? I'm just worried about you." you stuttered, trying to hold back the tears already forming in your eyes. Your anger for his stubbornness now fully replaced by concern. "I know this is important to you and you know i wouldn't be saying this if i didn't actually mean it but i have a bad feeling about this mission, Poe. Please stay. Just this once." you practically begged, hand moving to cup his cheek before he harshly brushed it away.

"I think you need to go, y/n."

And with those words you were out the door and on your way back to your room. Although hurt, you weren't too worried about Poe's outburst. You guys had promised each other long ago never to leave for a mission without saying goodbye, even if you were mad at each other. He wouldn't break that promise. "Just needs to cool off." you thought to yourself before allowing yourself to drift off to sleep.

When you woke up the next day it took you a second to process what had happened the night before, but once you did panic filled your senses. You quickly got out of bed, clumsily getting ready before starting to make your way to the hangar, your eyes frantically searching for any sign of Poe or the falcon.

"Hey, y/n! What's wrong?" Rey's voice broke you from your thoughts as the jedi made her way towards you.

"Where's Poe?" the question left your mouth without hesitation and the look that formed on your friend's face told you all you needed to know.

"He left for his mission an hour ago."

"No. He wouldn't just leave without saying goodbye. We promised we wouldn't do that." you muttered feeling Rey's hand on your arm as she gave it a comforting squeeze.

"I'm sorry, y/n."

After hours of staring at the alarm clock you sighed. "No way i'm gonna get any more sleep tonight." you thought to yourself, swinging your legs over the side of your bed after deciding a walk through the hangar would be a much better waste of your time. The hallways were deserted and if all the equipment didn't look so modern you would've thought you were walking through an abandoned resistance base.

Finally arriving to the hangar you started your walk through the area before your eyes landed on a beaten up millennium falcon. You violently shook your head, figuring the sight was just another trick pulled by your tired mind to torture you a bit more, but when the image of the spaceship didn't disappear you felt your blood run cold.

And then you were running through the hangar and towards the beloved ship, quickly punching in the code to open its door and before you could call out for your best friend's name you were met by an obnoxiously loud BB-8. Between the mess that were the noises produced by the small droid you were only able to pick out three words. Ambush. Poe. Shot.

You only had time to scream for BB-8 to go and get help before you were sprinting through the ship. Once you finally arrived to the cockpit your eyes landed on your best friend lying on the ground. You fell to your knees by the pilot's side, releasing a shaky breath once you confirmed he was, in fact, still breathing. Tears were starting to cloud your vision by now, and you felt your chest getting heavier by the second. You tried your hardest not to let the panic settle in. This was most definitely not the time for a panic attack; Poe was injured. He needed you. He needed you applying pressure to whatever blaster wound those bastards had given him but your body was frozen, you couldn't move. You could only stare at your best friend's beaten up face as a pool of blood grew around his body. You don't know how many minutes had passed when you felt someone pull you away from Poe and against their chest startling you in the process.

"Y/n, it's ok. We got him, he's gonna be okay." hands you could now recognize as Finn's were rubbing your arms in an attempt to ground you and bring you back from your state of panic. This wasn't your first panic attack but you usually had Poe there to help. Stars, Poe. He always knew what to do; how to help you, and now you couldn't even help him. You closed your eyes, trying to avoid the sight of his bloodied body being carried away by the medics and finally, after a couple of minutes, you gained enough strength to get on your feet (with Finn's help), and start your walk to the medbay.

7 hours. The longest, most painful 7 hours of your life and you were finally let inside the room. A sweet doctor had come to get you letting you know that, although stable, Poe was still unconscious but she hoped hearing your voice could help him. After a quick nod of reassurance from Finn and a hand squeeze from Rey, who'd met you at the medbay only a few minutes after you'd gotten there yourself, you stepped inside the room.

Poe laid on his hospital bed, face still dirty from the mission he'd barely made it out alive from and a thick bandage on his torso. You closed the door behind you, moving to take a sit next to the pilot. With a sigh you brought your hand up to his hair, brushing the brown curls away from his bloodied face.

"If only you had listened to me just this one time." you mumbled with a sad smile, your hand now moving to hold his. "I'm sorry i couldn't help you. I tried to move but seeing you like that i just- i thought i was going to lose you and i couldn't focus and i-" and then you were choking on your words and there were tears running down your cheeks again and you couldn't believe you were this pathetic because if you couldn't even help your dying best friend then what the hell were you good for. Then you felt a squeeze in your hand.

"Please don't cry." Poe's tired voice filled the room and you couldn't help but do the exact opposite, lifting your teary eyes to meet his own.

"Poe." you were barely able to mutter out before you were engulfing him in a hug. The pilot ignored the pain in his abdomen, focusing instead on how warm your embrace felt and on how happy he was to be back in your arms. His favourite place in the galaxy. "I thought i'd lost you." you confessed just above a whisper, and he hated that he could hear how mortified you were in your voice. He hated that the tears now staining his shirt were a result of his stubbornness and most of all he hated himself for breaking your spirit like this.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart." he muttered into your hair, trying his best to hold you as tightly as the pain would allow it. "You were worried and i snapped at you and then i left without saying goodbye and you were right about the whole thing. It was an ambush. Maker, y/n, i'm so sorry." he kept apologizing while rubbing your back, trying to bring you as much comfort as he possibly could. But you shook your head no before attempting to reassure him.

"You had no way of knowing. It wasn't your fault Poe just- don't do that again ok? Please don't ever leave without saying goodbye again..."

"I won't. I promise."

Poe had always found amusement in complaining about the resistance beds but now, as his bare back laid in fresh sheets for the first time in weeks, he couldn't help but sigh in content.

"Alright! You're all bandaged up." you exclaimed happily, putting away the gauze you'd been given before laying down next to the pilot. It'd been a few days since the incident and the doctors had released Poe from the medbay as long as he promised he'd change his bandage daily, job you'd gladly taken. "How're you feeling?"

"I'm happy i'm alive." he replied with a smile, staring at the ceiling above, but something about his tone of voice and the slight frown still visible in his features threw you off.

"You know you can tell me anything right?" you asked softly, bringing your hand up to caress his face when he flinched at your touch. "Look at me, Poe. Please." And then his eyes were on yours. You were used to hearing the fear in the pilot's voice, no matter how much he tried to hide it through his comlink you could always sense it but this... you'd never actually seen fear in his eyes like this. He was still terrified. Terrified that he wouldn't come back home one day. That he wouldn't come back to you.

"Hey, you'll always come back home." you assured him, and you sounded so confident in your statement, so faithful that, just for a moment, he allowed himself to believe your words. "You'll always come back home because you're the best pilot in the resistance, Poe Dameron. You'll always come back home because this rebellion needs you. I need you, ok?"

Poe swallowed the lump that'd formed in his throat. "Say that again." he pleaded and Stars you could never say no to him.

"I need you, Poe. I can't do this without you." Your fingers were tracing his skin in an attempt to get him out of his head. To get him to calm down so he would finally get some proper rest. But then he was scooting closer to you, resting his forehead against yours.

"I love you." the words left your mouth before you could stop them. You pulled away from the pilot, eyes widened in fear of the rejection you knew was to come but Poe's hands found your face and pulled it towards him closing the space between you. Your eyes fluttered shut and you ignored the tear you felt running down your face as they did so. It felt right. His lips on yours that is. And when you finally had to break the kiss for air he pulled you gently into his arms. "I love you. And i really can't do this without you either."

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a/n: i'm so excited to finally post this! i've had this idea for a year now but my first attempt at writing it went so bad i gave up haha i think i've gotten a lot better ever since so hopefully you guys enjoyed! don't forget to leave feedback if you'd like and treat people with kindness <3

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[everafterkeiji]

Summary: When your first Christmas with Suga turns into a bit of a sweet mess.

Pairing: Koshi Sugawara x gn!reader

Word count: 3.4k

Genre: fluff

A/N: god help me i wrote this on INSTINCT, dropped EVERYTHING for this baby. Also happy holidays my lil melodies!!

"Asahi please stop freaking out."

Sugawara says through the phone as he hears complains and whines from Asahi, panicking where he misplaced Suga's gift for Y/N. He strictly ordered Asahi to hide his present for you knowing it's all you've been talking about for months. Next thing he knows, Asahi calls him completely frantic acting like he's completely destroyed their friendship.

Suga laughs as he hears random sounds from objects assuming Asahi was carelessly running through his house finding the beautifully wrapped gift. Meanwhile he was preparing all the ingredients needed for these extremely adorable Christmas inspired cupcakes that he and Y/N found. He was looking at the list of the things needed before setting everything on the kitchen counter.

"SUGA I'M SO SORRY. WHAT IF I LOST IT?"

"Asahi you're the tidiest person I know."

"I RUINED YOUR FIRST CHRISTMAS TOGETHER. I'M SUCH A TERRIBLE PERSON."

"Asahi! Please. It's too early and when you find it please just come over and bring it to me. Y/Ns got work from that cafe so we have time. I'll call you back okay? I'll just bake." He says before hanging up the phone, leaving a very stressed Asahi, feeling like there was a baring weight on his shoulders as he finds the gift.

Meanwhile Koshi has his tongue poking out as he figures out what the woman on the video just said. As he mixes the ingredients together, he can't help but smile when he realizes how important it was for the two of you.

As mentioned, it was your first Christmas together and this man was not going to pass up on the opportunity to show you how much you mean to him. You've got this lovesick fool wrapped around your finger, completely struck by your beauty and characteristics. You felt the exact same, feeling as if the gods gave you one of their prized possessions. How could you even deny the butterflies that surround you when he holds your hand, or even when he takes your bag on the way home.

Everything about him was already a gift from the heavens.

So here he was, completely forgetting what a budget meant, buying you the object you've been endlessly fangirling about it, even if you joked that you accepted him with a little bow wrapped around his head. Though he was willing to do it just to hear your laugh, he'd rather choose spoiling you instead. You can possibly imagine the way he looked, so confident swinging the little paper bag in his hands as he walked as if he won a lottery. He also bought you another gift that you didn't even request for. He just wanted to see the way your eyes would shine when you receive it.

As for you, you also forgot about your initial plan of spending less than what you expected. You didn't really settle on one thing, you had the cute idea of putting all the things he loved in a box along with all your photos together and with some heart warming letter you knew he would love. He loved the way you would stick notes on his favorite snacks and giving it to him when he was off to practice, or even the way he changed his alarm to you continuously telling him if he doesn't wake up he gets less hugs.

You figured that he adored your little acts of love instead of buying him a shirt or a sweater so you figured it benefitted your time preparation for his present. Also maybe buying everything that reminded him of you wasn't a brilliant idea.

It took you several days of torturing yourself from spilling the secret. You can never hide anything from your boyfriend- I mean how can you? One glance from his soft eyes was enough for you to surrender any information you've got so Daichi had to physically clasp his hand over your mouth just because he didn't trust that you have the ability to keep the secret to yourself. You thanked him knowing it was difficult to do especially when all you wanna do is ramble on how you found this plushie that you got him.

So when the universe put you two together, its absolutely the same for him.

He had to physically beg for Asahi to hide it from you knowing he was to be the least suspected one to just blurt out a secret. The con is Asahi was at the top for being anxious and being too caring. Though he deeply wished he picked Daichi, he figured he was practically a bridge for you two so he disregarded the idea. Seeing Asahi all worked up about the gift was quite humorous to Suga.

"Suga- honey do you know what that means?"

"Yes what is it darling?"

"We'll have our first Christmas together!" You exclaim, clapping your hands with a smile on your face as he chuckles draping an arm on your shoulder. He kisses the side of your head as you automatically lean into his touch.

"And I'm excited for everything, hun." He says with his heart jumping in glee at the idea of being under theChristmas lights with you, imagining you two snuggled up talking for hours just embracing the warmth of each other.

"Even New Years!"

Sugawara smiles as he reminisces the precious memories you two have made in the short amount of time. It amazes him how a person was able to consume his thoughts on a daily, how every second with you felt like he wanted it to last for a lifetime. You overwhelm his heart with so much adoration and he can't help but feel as if he was given a slice of heaven whenever he's around you.

"You do know Y/N likes you right?" Daichi asks as he sets the vice captains heart on fire with what he just said. Suga let's out a nervous giggle before waving his hand back and forth as an act of denial. Daichi laughs at his gestures, examining the pink tinted cheeks of his fellow teammate.

"C'mon, Suga."

"I-it's not like Y/N likes me back the way I do!" Daichi lets out another laugh as he runs a hand through his locks. Sugawara wipes the sweat from his forehead, finding it challenging to think about them having mutual feelings for each other. His mind can't focus on the probability of you two dating since he figured he'd feel as if he was on cloud nine if that were to happen. Another heat wave rushes to his cheeks as he shakes his head no.

"Koshi!" A voice shouts, making him yelp..his confession.

"YES I LIKE Y/N."

"ME?"

"Y/N?"

"SUGA!"

".. oh no."

He remembers how he wanted to faint that day, definitely disappointed he confessed to her opposite to what he had in mind. He wanted it to be in a calm place, only them with possibly a scenery in front of them but instead he got a funny confession, yelping like a girl before declaring his love in hopes what surprised him was Daichi but was faced with Y/N instead. In the eyes if the universe, it seemed too funny yet wholesome while Sugawara thinks it's too clumsy and could've been way better.

So with the disaster of a confession, he made it up to you by bringing you along on fantastic dates. Sugawara developing a habit of picking random things that you had on that date whether it'd be a tissue that you drew on a smiley face with, or the receipt of what you ordered that day. It was such a cute habit seeing him pick them up and just shoving it in his bag, he'll pretend he hid nothing but later on you saw a little box under his bed filled with the objects with dates on each of them.

"Koshi what's this?" You ask shaking the box in your hands as his eyes widen running to you and softly taking it away from your hands. He chuckles nervously, arms waving around you as if he was protecting it with his life. You laugh at his actions before attacking him from behind hugging him, trying to stop him from moving any farther. Suga let's out a war cry, desperate to not give into your embrace.

"NO I WILL NOT SURRENDER TO SUCH CUTENESS."

"WHAT IS IN THERE SUGA."

He trips as he walks, making you follow behind him, falling the same way he did. You fall to the floor laughing at the stupidity of you two. You were facing him as you take in the way his laughter was the best thing you've ever heard. He had his eyes closed with his smile brighter than the sun as his chuckle echoes through the room. You let your hand rest on his cheek before leaning in and kissing his temple. This quickly had the young man turn his head to you with flustered cheeks and sleepish smile.

"Seems like you're incredibly in love with me."

"What's so wrong with that?"

Before he could land a peck on your forehead, you grab the box from his hand earning a gasp of betrayal from your boyfriend as you quickly jog to a corner opening the box, and what was in this so called treasure chest was filled with random objects. As you take in the tissue in your hands, you see his handwriting on it with the date of your recent date. You smile as he comes behind you wrapping arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder.

"You know you're too cute for me, Suga. You're gonna make me have a heart attack with this."

"At least I can you were drop dead in love with me."

"Okay now- that wasn't cute."

This automatically carries a smile on your lips as you give the last customer their drink. Seems like everyone was affected by the chilly holiday feels since there were no customers that pissed you off like usual. Everyone was rushing to spend time with their families at home. Your family along with Suga's were spending the holiday together, happily welcoming the boy into your family. Although you found it funny when Suga acted so nervous when he was invited to spend it with them.

So as promised, your boss insisted everyone to go home early making you take your time in cleaning up.

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"Asahi! You made it happy holidays!" Suga softly pats the ace's shoulder giving him a smile. Asahi does the same, setting down your gift on the table. Asahi takes a seat on the couch admiring the way the room was filled with decorations, with polaroids clipped with fairy lights, even a tiny Christmas tree in the corner borrowed from your parents.

"Seriously thank you for bringing it over, where did you find it?" Asahi chuckles as he removes his scarf.

"It was in my drawer all along. I thought I hid it in my cabinet so that's why I panicked." Suga shakes his head in amusement.

"I'd like to stay but my moms making me buy something from the store." Asahi says standing up. He hands Sugawara a box that was wrapped neatly with a gold ribbon at the middle. Suga's eyebrows were raised in confusion as he sees the little tag that said "To: Suga, From: Daichi and Asahi", he then smiles before handing a present to him as well. They both bid a thank you to each other before Asahi leaves.

As Suga leaves your present on the counter so he can continue cleaning up the mess he made from baking.

That's when he heard a knock to the door as he takes a peak in the little hole seeing his lovely lover standing in the doorway. Then he realizes that his present for you was just laying around and the kitchen was still pretty much a disaster. So he dashes as fast as he could.

You were replying to messages from Kiyoko and Yachi and he simply thanks the world that it was sparing him time.

And with such speed, comes with great responsibility. He accidentally knocks down the flour on the counter, where the tiny box was placed making it covered in flour making him puff in annoyance. With the dust making its way to his nostrils, this unfortunate makes him sneeze making the whip of air carry the flour residue land on his face, giving his face a powder like finish, along with his hair. This absolutely had him at complete shock as he hears the door open.

"Suga honey! Oh- what the hell happened." You say with a slight giggle as you snap a picture of your beloved boyfriend covered in flour. Looking back at the photo, you laugh even more, him swiftly hiding the flour covered box in his hands shoving it in his pockets.

"Y/N! Ah- I'm so sorry." He says before you set down your bag and remove your shoes as you set the cookies from the cafe on the counter. You take in how he looks with a frown on his plump lips as you smile softly before going over to him, your finger landing on the flour as your fingers swipe across your face joining him in the little flour art on either of your faces. He chuckles as his flour covered hands land on your cheek.

"How do you make it look so cute, sugar?" He asks as he gives a slight squish to your cheeks. You roll your eyes at his words as he places a delicate peck on your forehead.

"Are you sure it's really okay? I could clean this up all by myself you go ahead and take a shower!" He says but even if you insisted on helping him he disagrees.

"But-"

"Nope nope, I did this, it's my responsibility. Now shoo!" He says pushing your back to go on ahead and shower, the habit he's been doing to Kageyama and Nishinoya. You giggle at his actions before finally giving in to his demands.

During your well spent shower you hear a scream from the outside. You immediately grab your towel, wiping away the water in your eyes and wrapping it around your figure, frantically opening the door.

"Suga?!"

"Y/N wait no I'm fine!"

You look up to see smoke coming from the oven with your boyfriend in his adorable apron with matching mittens fanning his hands as he quickly brings out the tray of burnt cookies as you both lock eyes now both widening at the same time at the sight of you.

"Oh! Wait! Look away!"

"SUGA!"

"WAIT NO I SHOULD LOOK AWAY!"

Suga covers his eyes as he tries to stumble around the room trying to move around the counter. Thankfully, he screamed when you were finished showering so you grabbed the clothes you had from the room to help the poor boy, changing while he had his eyes covered. You still had your hair dripping wet but you immediately remove the hands from his face, revealing a very red Suga.

"Koshi, love. What happened?"

"I'm sorry! I can't believe I just messed up everything for our..first Christmas." Sugawara slides down on the floor feeling like he's lost all the time to make up for everything. Y/N sits beside him taking his had and leaning it your shoulder while your hands rummage through his hair, comforting him.

"Love, you didn't ruin it. I promise you that. If its any consolation, I think you look absolutely cute in your outfit." Sugawara lifts his head off your shoulder with a pout to his lips. You giggle at the sight of him before gently placing a peck on his pretty lips.

"And a frown doesn't suit it." You say before he chuckles bringing you into his arms, a move to hide his face. You laugh as he practically hugs you even tighter.

"Should we even bother to taste the cookies?"

"Oh please no I don't wanna go to the hospital on Christmas."

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"Okay now gift giving time!"

Suga tugs on your hand underneath the table as you look at him, as he turns his head to the side signalling for the two of you to leave the table for a while. You excused yourselves. Suga leads you into the empty room as he excitedly sits down on the bed, and you followed his actions.

"So what are you up to, mysterious man?" You ask as Sugawara pulls out a tiny box from his pockets. Your eyebrows were raised, confused at the tiny little thing. He then goes behind you pushing back your hair as you feel a cold material hit your neck. Your fingers grazes over the thin material as you feel an circle charm on it that felt like there was distinct design from the texture. You close your eyes with a smile, already loving how he was so delicate. Once he locks it, you immediately hop off the bed rushing to the nearest mirror as your eyes set upon the dainty piece.

It was a gold necklace with a small disc charm in the middle with a letter S along with engravings of your favorite flower at the bottom. You gasp at how it was able to emit such beautiful details of the flowers. He wraps his arms behind you, resting his head on yours as light bounces off the mirror from where his finger was. Curious, you turned to him as you take a hold of each hand, then finding him wearing a ring with your initial with the same flower esque design on your necklace. It was placed in his ring finger and you covered your face, speechless at everything.

Suga takes this a sign that you were absolutely bewildered by his gift and he smiles as he pulls you into his arms.

"You're absolutely god-sent, it's unfair at this point." You say as he chuckles, he pulls away to see you pouting as he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, letting his hand rest on your cheek like usual making you rest your cheeks weight on his hand.

"I know this isn't our only Christmas, we've got so many to go through. I just wanted us to start off strong with this. At least, even without a holiday or special occasion, we'll always feel like the other is around. Especially, it kinda looks like I'm married to you so what else can I complain about?"

You slap his chest jokingly feeling like the waterworks were coming to meet you. He pats your hair as he lets his eyes linger on you, setting your heart on fire with the way his eyes made you feel so safe and loved.

You wipe your eyes as you make your way to the cabinet, grabbing the present and handing it to him shyly. He remains silent as he opens the box to be greeted by his favorite snacks, an adorable plushie sprayed with your perfume, along with scattered letters and photographs of you two. He takes in one of the notes that his eyes landed on.

"My little ray of sunshine! Out of all the things I could say, you've left me speechless everytime. It's just pure luck that I managed to pull an angel like you. I genuinely hope you like this and not scold me for spending too much but how can I when I'm too in love with you? Merry Christmas, my love - Y/N."

He shouts in glee taking you by surprise as he basically tackles you on the bed, hugging you for the hundredth time today as he repeatedly kept saying thank you. You laugh, finally feeling relieved that he loved your gift. He sits up like a little kid reading every note that touched his hand and his eyes sparkle everytime. It surely was a sight that could make it feel like Christmas everyday. He hugs the plushie with all his love as you snap a photo of them, admiring the way his cheeks looked squished against the softness of the toy.

"Merry Christmas, honey." You say, curled up in his chest.

"Merry Christmas too, love."

He looks at you and he hums in happiness at the sight of the both of you, welcome in each others arms and nothing but endless smiles and laughter.

"I'm so in love with you."

"Good, believe it or not but I love you more."

[getitinbusan]

The Big Bang

Yoongi SMUT

Happy 4th of July to my Dirty Little American Friends

Nervous didn't even begin to describe it. Terrified, panic stricken, petrified, you were experiencing all of it. 

Usually the one to calm your anxiety, you looked at your boyfriend, Yoongi was just as bad off as you. 

"It's going to be fine, they'll love you because I love you."

You squeezed his hand trying to reassure him as much as yourself. "So because they have no choice?" He laughed a little. 

"Fuck, you know I didn't mean it like that." 

You pulled the car into the driveway and took a deep breath, "It'll be good... I promise." 

Not that it wasn't awkward, it really was, but things were going smoother than expected. 

Studying his English diligently since you'd met, he was trying really hard to make conversation. Standing back you watched him, beer in hand talking to your Dad as he grilled. 

You loved him. He was so far from home, so far from his comfort zone but here he was, just for you. 

Catching his eye you couldn't help but light up, he smiled at you as you made your way over. 

"Try this," you held the fork to his mouth. "umm, It's good." 

"It's mom's Dorito Salad." 

"When we get home you should make it for Jeongguk, he'd love that." 

Home, it sounded strange. Here you stood in the place you'd been born, surrounded by family and life long friends but it wasn't really home anymore. 

He gave your waist a squeeze, "Everything okay?" 

It was, as long as you had him it didn't matter where you were. 

"Are you ready to get on the water?"

His smile grew, "Your uncle said I can use his fishing gear." 

Exhausted from all activities it was definitely nap time. 

Leading him up the hallway, your tiny dog followed in pursuit as you pushed the door open.

"And this is where the magic happens!" 

He looked up and down the hall to make sure nobody was around before he caught your lips between his.

"I'm about to sleep in there, I don't want to know about it." 

You pushed him back onto the fluffy duvet, "You don't have to be jealous baby, It's only ever been me and my imagination."

Swinging a leg over you straddled him as he laid back. "I was however hoping to change that this weekend." 

Caught up in your words and hands you could feel him getting excited under you. Reaching to undo the top button of his shorts his hand grabbed yours and he moaned. "Stop teasing…" 

"I'm not teasing, I'm committed to it."

"No...come on baby. I'm not disrespecting your parents like that. They don't want us sleeping together in their house." 

"Do you always have to be the good guy Yoongi." 

He nodded, "We're going to be together for a long time baby girl, I don't need to give them a reason to hate me." 

Rolling off of him in a frustrated huff you could only manage an angry, "fine!" 

He giggled, "Don't be a spoiled brat, I'll make sure you get properly fucked when the first opportunity comes up."

You leaned back into him for a kiss.

"I'm exhausted, go hang out with your sister so I can nap."

"I get it...I'm going...geez."

You flipped the light switch off and as you were about to close the door you stuck your head back in.

"I love you Yoongi, it really means a lot that you're here with me." 

"I love you too peach now get the hell out, I'm tired."

He threw a pillow towards you but you closed the door at just the right moment. All you could hear from the hallway was him laughing, "I'm gonna get you next time."

You knocked on the door lightly, he'd been asleep for hours. The time change and the stress had caught up to you both.

Walking into the room you pulled the window shade beside the bed open. The sun was starting to go down but what light was left came in to illuminate his face on your pillow. 

"Hey sleepy, we're going to go soon. It's time for my favorite part of the holiday!" 

He sat up and rubbed his eyes, "Fireworks?" 

"Yes fireworks!!!"

Arriving at the field everyone set up their chairs and blankets. 

"You want to go up front?" he kept walking.

You pulled him back, "No, back of the crowd is always better." 

Everyone was in their own world, coolers were stocked with snacks and alcohol and conversation flowed freely. The air was warm and the sky was growing dark as you sat holding hands.

"You can put your arms around me," you whispered. "Nobody's looking."

His mouth went up into a crooked grin, wrapping his hands around your waist the first firecracker sounded above you.

His eyes shone under the flare, he was so beautiful, relaxed, peaceful, happy. The illuminated display suddenly didn't seem important, you couldn't take it anymore.

Standing up you reached for his hand, "Come on." Grabbing the blanket you motioned to the tree line behind you. 

Leading him up the path you pulled him into the denser section of the woods. It wasn't as loud and you could just make out the flashes through the leaves.

"What are you doing? Why aren't we watching fireworks?" His confusion was cute. 

"You promised we could have sex when the opportunity came up remember?"

You kissed his neck knowing you'd need to break down some of his stubborn resolve. 

"Baby I told you earlier, I can't... your parents."

"1. We aren't in their house. 2. Everyone's drunk and nobodies paying attention 3. It's always been a fantasy to have sex with fireworks going off...please Yoongi? I need you so badly."

He looked around assessing the situation then back at you.

"I wore this dress so you can get in and out nice and easy."

Raising the hem of the shift dress slowly up your thigh, you showed him your secret.

"I'm not wearing any panties." 

He closed his eyes struggling with his dilemma but his cock was already leading the charge. 

"I can't believe you're fucking doing this to me, if we get caught i'm telling everyone it was your idea." 

"We're not gonna get caught I promise." You spread the blanket under the tree, "No one can see and because of the fireworks...no ones gonna hear you moaning but me."

Dropping to your knees you grabbed the waist of his shorts and pulled him closer to you. "Can I suck you for a bit?" 

He was flustered, "I mean how much time do we have..it can't be that much...can it?" 

His unusually shy reserve was turning you on.

"Just enough to get you hard.."

"You think I'm not hard? Jesus Y/N, I'm ready to blow"

Pulling down his zipper, he wasn't lying. His cock was at full attention and the light from the overhead explosions highlighted the dribbles of excitement on his tip. 

The invigorating thrill of getting caught had you just as wet and excited as him. Licking your lips while staring up at him you wrapped your hand around his shaft and pumped him until he moaned.

"Did you miss this?"

He threw his head back as you wrapped your lips around him greedily sucking. It was urgent, rushed and hard, you had a small window of time before the smoke cleared and people scattered.

Popping off of him you laid back and lifted up the fabric of your dress. Exposed on the ground, you drew your finger over your clit enticing him. You felt dirty and you liked it. This place from your childhood, you needed to prove you'd outgrown it, that no matter how everything else had stayed the same you hadn't. 

"Hurry, please Yoongi."

He got down and lay over you. Cautious no more he anchored himself into your wet waiting core. Everytime you made love he waited for your signal. With hungry eyes you nodded, "Fuck me, hard." 

Moving quickly he pumped inside you. Rocking his hips forward against your clit, the wetness between you lubricated and heightened every sensation.

Glad for loud banging overhead the expletives dripped off your tongue as he pounded into you. The speed and intensity picked up and the cheering sound came through the trees. The finale of the show spurring on the most intense orgasm you'd ever had. 

Not having the luxury of time on your side, you pulled yourselves together and ran back to your spot undetected. As the last of the lights dissipated into the night everyone gathered to leave. 

"So what did you think of it Yoongi?" Your Dad patted him on the back. 

"Well sir, I don't think I'll ever look at fireworks the same now that I've experienced a real 4th of July party." 

[whyamistillwatchingtheseshows]

I don't know if still taking requests, if yes I would like 2 actually, mingkit too close for comfort- mcfly and forthbeam bubble wrap- mcfly, if you notice I'm really excited about mcfly's return

Not sure the fics fit the songs entirely...I found myself thinking both songs were interchangeable for the couples... I put both fics in one post like a twofer. Either way enjoy!! 

Fic #1: Forthbeam, Bubble Wrap 

Beam slammed the book shut. It jarred a shirtless Forth awake. Suddenly, he heard it. “This is goodbye isn’t it?” Beam sat at his desk, back to him.

“Turn around and say that again,” Forth demanded him. He couldn’t believe this. He hoped with every ounce of his soul that the two of them could be mature about the long distance. Beam whirled around in his chair. They stared at each other for a moment. Beam finally said it again, “This is goodbye isn’t it?” 

“This better not be because of me studying abroad. We talked it over.” Forth tried not to show how much the question hurt him. He wasn’t doing very well, Beam noticed and instant regret flooded through him. He dragged his stupid self over to the sofa and sat in Forth’s lap. He leaned himself back against the arm as Forth’s head fell into his shoulder. 

“I’m stupid,” Beam announced. Forth only murmured agreement into his shoulder. There was no scar and it had been months but Beam placed a kiss to the spot where the hammer hit Forth’s head. Forth made no response. It slightly bothered him because he wanted Beam to understand that it wasn’t his fault. Shit happens, even if some dummy decides to hang a hammer from a roof. Forth wrapped his arms around him and looked up at him. Beam cupped his face to kiss his cheeks, forehead and nose. Forth caught his lips. Forth wished it never went away, that feeling of hungrily kissing each other. 

“You see,” Forth said releasing Beam’s lips. “This is how it should be. You show me how much you’re going to miss me.” 

Beam only responded with another kiss. Forth learned that Beam was usually a man of few words. It took him forever to verbally communicate, but his actions always spoke true to his kind heart. Forth kissed him harder but then a wave of emotion hit him and he abruptly ended the kiss. 

“You were really thinking of breaking up with me?” Beam kissed him again. He didn’t want to think about how stupid he was being. He also didn’t want to see Forth’s face look like this anymore. The fact that Beam had been the one to set him on the verge of tears made him feel so guilty. 

“Shh,” Beam whispered mid-kiss. “Forget it. Please,” he begged and continued to kiss his boyfriend. Then he jumped off the sofa and offered a hand to him. Forth accepted it and got super excited when Beam led him towards the bed. It was late. Forth couldn’t help but think Beam looked hella cute in his pajamas. Once in bed, they cocooned themselves underneath the blankets, not an inch of space between them, a tightly woven embrace. 

“Besides-” Forth paused as he felt Beam’s arms tighten like a vice. Beam kept squeezing as if they weren’t already close enough. Forth squeezed back. “If you really miss me that much you can bubble wrap your delicate heart and then ship yourself to me.” 

“That’s overdramatic. I’ll just take a plane. Can I join you abroad the first couple of weeks?” The thought never occurred to Beam until just now. 

Forth kissed him. “Can I-“ he kissed him again. A kiss would have to suffice. For Beam, it didn’t. He wanted a definitive answer. “seriously can I co-“ Another kiss and because Forth gave up teasing, Beam heard a voice say, “What do you think?” 

What else could he say? He had to answer with a kiss, didn’t he? 

Fic #2 MingKIt, Too Close For Comfort

Ming was supposed to go on holiday with Kit’s family but his brother rejected the idea. Now, with constant pressuring from him, Ming felt Kit pushing him away. It started out subtle like making excuses to study alone. Not kissing him when they cuddled in bed or not letting him cuddle at all. Kit was distancing himself and then suddenly they didn’t see each other for weeks. Over time, they’d end up passing each other in the canteen or they’d withstand each other’s miserable company to hang out with their friends. 

One evening, Forth had a lot of fun trying to diffuse the tension between them. “You two should just fuck the stress away,”  he grinned and downed a shot. Pha and Yo were stuck between Ming and Kit on the sofa because they refused to sit near each other. They had to deal with “in the middle shit” and it was getting tiresome. Pha didn’t want to come in the first place, but Yo really wanted to be there for Ming. As for Kit, Pha was at the point of making Kit handle it himself. They had to figure it out somehow. Forth continued to prod them, “You’re crazy about him Kit so why give a shit what your brother thinks?” 

“I’ve said that to him already. Several times. He didn’t listen,” Ming interjected. 

“It’s complicated,” Kit said for the hundredth time. 

“If you feel the way Forth thinks you do then why’s it complicated?” Pha grabbed Yo by the hand and left. They weren’t going to be in the middle of this. No-one stopped them. There was now empty space between them. Neither Ming or Kit dared look at each other. 

Kit stares into the distance, not looking at Forth either. “My brother got really angry when I suggested you come on holiday with us. Angry to a point I thought he might kill you.” This was new information to Ming. 

“You’re doing this to protect me? There are better ways you know?” Ming got up and left. 

“Are you okay?” Beam asked Kit. 

“No, I am not. This is ridiculous, but I don’t think my brother will ever be comfortable with our relationship.” 

“Tell him to get his head out of his ass and forget traditions. Times have changed.” Forth grinned and downed another shot. 

“I say,” Beam countered. “That first you find Ming and talk to him. He needs to know that you still have feelings for him.” Kit got up to leave. Forth waved him goodbye. Beam wished him good luck with a friendly hug. 

Forth gave his boyfriend a kiss on the cheek. A few more shots in and he’d have a happy drunk boyfriend on his hands. Forth wouldn’t complain because that usually meant sexy times ahead. 

—-

Ming punched the bag harder. 

He punched the bag harder. He imagined it as the brother’s face. 

 Someone caught the bag. Kit wasn’t weak though some people perceived him to be due to small stature. Ming ignored him and punched the bag, still imagining the brother’s face. 

“I’m sorry,” Kit felt a push back from the next punch, so he grounded his feet a bit more. 

“How’d you know where to find me?”

“You were angry earlier. This is where you come when you’re angry.” Ming punched the bag again then a minute later he went over to the bench that held his duffel. He took off the gloves and drank some water. 

Kit grabbed the gloves and put them on. He took a few hard swings to the bag. Ming watched feeling proud that the training had been working. Kit could probably knock out his brother on his own if he wanted to. Ming wanted to feel the force of the punches so he got up to hold the bag. Ming even had to readjust his feet several times to keep from sliding back. Then Ming noticed the tears forming in his eyes. Kit stopped punching. He nearly fell to the floor but Ming caught him so they could fall together. 

Kit pulled off the gloves and tossed them aside. Ming tightened Kit into his arms. “You did all of this to protect me?” 

“Yes. I was really scared.” Kit explained. Ming tightened their embrace some more. 

“When you’re scared who do you think can help you? When you’re sad, mad? When you need help with anything who will be there?” Kit didn’t need to answer the rhetorical questions. He looked up at Ming. 

“I love you so much, I can’t keep doing this. My brother can fuck off.” 

“Finally!” Ming exclaimed. He put fingers to Kit’s chin and tilted his lips for a kiss. It was tentative, like their first kiss. Soon enough they were in sync, deepening the kiss with each passing second. Kit certainly knew that he could do this for several hours. He wanted this, and most especially he wanted Ming, no one would tell him otherwise.

[girl-of-a-thousand-universes]

In the Deep End.

A/N: I was on holiday when I got the idea for this. First time writing and posting so criticism welcome but be gentle.

Gif not my own.

As we swing round the corner the dimly lit motel sign comes back into view. The lights flicker on and off repeatedly accompanied by the faint electronic buz. Granted it's trying to look like a reputable place and with only two of the letters broken completely it's already miles ahead than some of our previous stays.

As the engine of the Chevy chunders to a stop I fish for my room key from my inside jacket pocket. While this would seem like the best place to keep it I was quickly proven wrong when the I was thrown across a caban only a few hours earlier, landing gracefully on my face causing the hard metal to briefly stab against my chest. All things aside it's safe to say we all came away with worse injuries then a small key jab.

Vampires it would seem, don't take too well to Dean's Twilight jokes, even if they are about 4 years too late. Speaking of Dean is the one to finally break the comfortable silence.

"Right, I'm off to grab some food and beer. Either of you want anything?" Thankfully we took liberties of changing before we set off from the hunt. Sitting in a car for two hours covered in mud, blood and sweat is never fun.

I shake my head " No thanks, still got my supply from our last run" Sam also shakes his is and pat's his brother twice on the shoulder.

"Thanks Dean but I'm good"

As we both make our way out of the car Dean pokes his head over the passenger seat. "Fine but don't think you can come crawling back when you get hungry." The grin across his face is playful although we all know there is a hint of truth behind the statement. With a quick wave goodbye Sam and I make our way to our separate rooms. Sam always been the gentleman takes me right up to my door despite the fact we are only two rooms apartment. Still he insists apon it. Not that you would expect any less from him it's only in his nature to take care of others first and himself second.

I turn around once inside my door and I can see him quickly scanning the room behind. I slowly step backwards, switching the lights on as a go. Once in the middle of the room I do a rather dramatic 180. With my hands outstretched beside me."See Sammy, no monsters." I pick up my bed covers and check underneath just to wind him up a little. "They must have got the memo that we have clocked off for the night. Now please go and please go to bed you haven't slept in days"

With a gental sigh and a quick smile he accepts the order. "Okay Lucy, but if you need anything you know where to find me" He takes one final sweep of the room before he makes his way down to his own. I keep my door open until I hear the locks click on his and shutting it I make my way to the window at the far side. Glancing down I can see nothing but the empty fields behind however a faint blue glow right down in the corner catches my eye. Shifting again so I have a better view I spot something that you wouldn't expect in a place like this. A dimly lit pool sat in the corner surrounded by hedging and discarded toys and floats. Due to it now being well into the early morning it was empty and I couldn't help but admire the calmness of the water. Baths are a luxury as it is but a swimming pool now that was gold when living life on the road.

I put my childish urges to bed along with myself, kicking my boots and clothes off as I went. Sitting my phone down to charge I wrapped myself into the covers and drifted off to sleep.

Or at least I tried. Whether it was my come down from the hunt or the lure of the pool my usual always sleepy self just couldn't settle. An hour past and Dean had already made his way back and by the snoring next door I could only guess that the food and the beer had gone amis for the night. Letting my curiosity get the better of me I scramble out of bed and putting my clothes on I make my way out of the room. Not forgetting my phone and gun of course. I'm curious not an idiot.

I make my way to the pool.Passing the sleeping attendent in the office and climbing over the rather pathetic gate I check the area before kneeling down next to the water. Surprisingly it was warm and as if all my tiredness and aches from the fight before hit me all at once all I wanted to do was drive in. So I did.

My clothes were once more disposed of and with only my underwear I sank into the water. I took my time slowly swimming up and down the small pool allowing the water to massage away any stress that remained. Time passed and I propped my back up against the edge next to where my phone and gun sat and rested my head back.

The moment was very quickly interrupted however when I heard the rattling of the metal fence that I vaulted over previously and heavy foot steps coming my way. Turning around I grab my gun but before I can make my way out of the water a tall broad shadow comes into view.

"Don't shoot. Don't shoot!" A panicked whisper echoes around the water. Recognizing his voice I lower my gun.

"Sam what are you doing sneaking up on me like that!"

"I know, I know I'm sorry. I heard footsteps past my room before and then you didn't answer you phone so I got worried and erm.." his eyes glaced down into the water and an awkward cough escaped him .." so I thought I'd make sure you were alright...Didn't expect you to be here of all places" he smiled clearly amused by my adventure.

I blushed suddenly aware of my own state of undress and how silly this looked. Deciding to put my embaressment aside I go for a playful approach. Kicking my feet of the edge of the pool I swim backwards keeping my eyes fixed to Sam. "I personally don't see what wrong with this." I gesture underneath the water. "We never get to just relax and it's warm and peaceful..makes a nice change don't ya think?" I tilt my head above the water and his head mimics mine clearly trying to figure out where I'm going with this.

"Sure, but.."

"So come on then." I interject making my way towards him now. "What you waiting for Sammy? Clearly you can't sleep either and it's not hurting anyone"

He breathes out a short laugh before taking a step back as I now reach the edge. "No way. Definitely not" Unfortunately for him I have other plans. Before he can take another step back I push myself up and out of the pool to grab his hand. Using my feet on the edge and all my strength I pull him forward and we both go tumbling under the water.

I push myself above the surface and come face to face with Sam. His long brown hair is now limp and clinging to his face and he is puffing air trying to catch his breath after my assault. He steadies his breathing and brushes his hair from his eyes which travel to meet mine. I stop paddling in the water and wait for his reaction only a second goes past but I can already feel the guilt building up. I open my mouth to apologise but before any noise can escape I am met with a wave of water over my face.

I recover from the shock and a smile spreads across our faces and we both begin to laugh. Moments like this a rare, where even for a short while you feel genuinely happy. Too many people get hurt or lost on this job and the constant battling can take its toll. So we stay. Two grown adults playing like toddlers in a pool. Swimming and splashing keeping our laugh and taunts muted as to not get caught. Little water pistols that were discarded by their previous owners are now our primary weapons as we stalking each other round the pool. For a tactical advantage Sam's flannel over shirt and boots have now been discarded and while he is distracted by placing his last shoe down on the side I decide to go in for the kill. I take leap forward getting ready to squirt the gun at his face when I lose my footing causing me to go over my ankle head first into the water. Breathing in from the pain that twinged from my foot I take in a gulp of water as I surge under.

I don't have long to gather my thoughts as a feel Sam's arms wrap around my hoisting me above the water. He holds me to him as I cough and splitter intake of water. When I regain my breath he loosens his grip but doesn't fully release me. He looks down at me with his eyes full of concern. " You okay Lucy?" His voice his soft and low and with the close proximity I can barely hear it over my heart beat.

I look over the younger brothers face. You can't deny that Sam Winchester is not gorgeous as much as I have personally tried too. Everyone knows that getting involved with the Winchesters on a professional level was bad but personal? Let's just say Sam ex track record has a reputation.

Still over the past weeks and even months you have felt your resolve slip. The little walks to your room, patching him up after a fight, helping him on supply runs, goofing around even just seeing that smile of his started to break down your walls.Your mind was racing and subconsciously your body edged closer to him. You needed to tell him how you felt as it all became very real very quickly.

But before you could piece together a coherent thought Sam dipped his down and placed a whisper of a kiss on your lips. He pulled back just as fast as it had happened and your mind was still. Without a moments hesitation you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him back to you while also tangling your legs around his waist. Your kiss was not as ginger as his. It was hot and hungry. All your pent up feeling came bursting out at once and you yearned for more. Thankfully he obliged, spinning you both round so that you were trapped between the pools edge and his strong body.

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Please let me know what you think. I know it's choppy but wanting to set into writing but I know it needs work.

[raven-reyes-of-sunshine]

huuuge congrats on the milestone babe!! You deserve it ;) for the prompt- if you could write some bellarke + rival bakers or anything baking since I'm currently obsessed w holiday baking championship lmao

Thank you, babe!! And of course! I haven’t written Bellarke in so long and I’m excited! 

Bake me a cake as fast as you can

Clarke sits on the counter, waiting as Harper pulls the cupcakes out of the oven and sets them beside the first batch.

“Can I decorate them yet?” Clarke asks, swinging her feet cheerfully. It’s Thursday morning and Bellamy, the baker from down the street usually comes in early to get something sweet for breakfast. They’re sort of rivals, despite him owning a bakery that specialises in bread and Clarke and Harper’s is more a pastry shop and they’re definitely going to talk trash while it’s still quiet.

“Yes,” Harper sighs dramatically, after delicately poking one of the cooling cupcakes. “But only this tray.”  

“Yeah yeah,” Clarke mutters, grabbing her piping bag and jumping off the counter.

“You’re in a rush,” Harper comments, watching as Clarke pipes on the light blue icing, symbolic of their winter theme. “It’s almost as if you want to be behind the counter when Bellamy gets in.” 

“Shut up,” Clarke grumbles, not even bothering to argue. It’s true. She can’t flirt with him if she’s still decorating.

Clarke is done piping in record time though and is sending their one other employee out the back to start clean up about thirty seconds before Bellamy normally walks in the door. 

“Princess,” he smirks, when he comes in, brushing water from his hair. It’s been raining all morning.

“Are you going to clean that?” She asks, indiciating to the drops of water on the floor. He looks concerned for a second, as though he has overstepped some boundary, but then Clarke can’t hold the straight face anymore and he smirks at her again. It’s a good look on him, but he doesn’t let it distract her. 

“I’m just here for some mediocre cupcakes,” he teases.

“Hey now,” Clarke lectures. “I don’t bake them. That’s Harper you’re insulting.” 

“Sorry, you’re right,” he says solemnly. “I meant mediocrely decorated.”  

“You’re an arsehole,” she quips and then softens. “But the chocolate ones with the blue icing are really good. It’s a new recipe.”

“Can I get four?” Bellamy asks, “I’d be murdered if I came back without food for everyone again.” 

“Of course,” Clarke smiles, carefully putting the cakes in the box.

“Have a great day, Clarke.” Bellamy tips way too much and is out the door and into the rain before Clarke plucks up the courage to do anything stupid.

“You really need to do something about that,” Harper says, nudging Clarke once the door swings shut.

And she really does need to do something. She’s going to. Her crush is out of hand.

*

Clarke stops by Bellamy’s bakery on the way back to her apartment, under the pretence that she needs bread. Really, she wants to ask him to get dinner with her. But she wants to come across the casual, like that’s not the reason she went inside. Like it was an afterthought to casually running into him. Like he hasn’t been on her mind all day.

“Your girlfriend is here,” Murphy calls, the second Clarke opens the door. She works really hard to keep the flush out of her cheeks.

“Fuck off, Murphy,” Bellamy grumbles, stepping into the shop and practically lighting up when he sees Clarke. 

“Hey,” she smiles.

“Hey.”

“I just wanted to see if you’re free right now,” she asks. “To get dinner or something?” 

“Murphy,” Bellamy shouts over his shoulder. “I’m leaving. You can close.” 

Clarke grins a little giddily as he grabs his jacket and wallet and joins her on the other side of the counter. They’ve never been here, side by side. She likes it.

“I know a place,” he says, offering his hand. She takes it, letting him lead her out the door. 

She didn’t even get bread. 

Send me a ship and a prompt and I’ll fill it with a tiny drabble! I don’t want to link my celebration post because Tumblr is the worst™!

[phoenixforeverfearless]

I have had the craziest, most stressful, life changing week in like six months. This was harder than when Mandy decided me not thinking I wanted to be married anymore was enough for her to move to Arizona with our kids.

I had the worst drive back to Colorado from Arizona after the Christmas holiday. I didn't want to leave. I have let go of that regret, but part of me still kind of feels the attachment to the idea; what if I stayed?

If I stayed, my car would definitely have been repossessed. I would have lost access to most of my material objects, and although I have a deep sentimental attachment to the small series of items I do keep (my books, my crafting supplies, my PC, my "life" stuff) I would have gotten over it. I would have missed out on saying goodbye to a few really decent people that I met out here. In some ways, I'm glad I came back, even though I felt like shit, absolute depressed as hell because I had to leave my kids behind, again.

I had to explain to my son while he's choking back tears, this poor little fuckin' five year old boy who has NO IDEA wtf is going on between his mother and I, that I have to go back to work and school and all this bullshit. It made me sick. Sick of the hustle, sick of the grind, sick of myself and the disgusting way I've treated my family.

I saw a side of my wife I never knew. I saw a Mom in a woman who I only ever saw as like the lazy cat that laid in my bed after chasing mice and counting money all day. 6 fucking years cooking, cleaning, working, playing, teaching, bottlefeeding, changing more diapers than I could possibly count, being gaslit and guilt tripped for wanting a fair share of the work... This woman is now living with her parents, working remotely, travelling, AND doing a pullups routine, nap times, ordering out for dinner, playing toys, and being the Mother I always wanted her to be for our kids when we were together....

What the actual fuck?! Is that what it takes for some people? To just be totally destroyed and heartbroken and disgusted with someone to the point where you no longer recognize your shared identity as a married couple and you try to savage and redeem what made you You in the first place outside of the dysfunction and heartbreak?

That's what I thought I was doing. I thought I was taking charge of my life, I thought I was the master of my destiny and my apprenticeship and my job were going to fix everything with money and opportunities and prestige and fuck all that shit is bullshit I don't even actually give a damn anymore.

You know what I want? I don't even care at this point, I'm just going to out it out there, Universe, do your thing you big, beautiful, frightening thing you.

I want to be taken care of. I want someone else to do all the working or figure out he money bullshit so I can just hang out with my kids, help them learn and grow and find a way to give back or do whatever makes their little hearts content. I want to scratch out a living as my own boss, making art and crafting food and drinks; I want to work on cars and I want to dance like every weekend, even if it's just slow dancing in the bedroom. I want to be loved unconditionally and accepted for the insane hot mess that I am, by someone who knows I desperately want to seek good, effective treatment but it's so fucking hard to just let someone inside without hiding at least SOME part of me, and lieing little circles around my life like wandering suburban developments where there's no place to get food or go piss but there's a swing set and a merry go round. Sometimes, I even believe the lies.

I don't even know. This whole things is probably a lie, I'll probably change my mind once things are going well and I don't have to worry about money or what have you. I usually find a way to completely explode anything good going for me.

Or maybe not. Maybe, just maybe, I can have my cake and eat it, too. I'm going to do all these things. First things first: getting home to my kids.

[nevillelongsbottom]

CONGRATS MY DUDIO I AM SO HAPPY FOR YOU!!!!!!!!!! Do you know what I'm going to do? I'm going to ask for Wolfstar and a song prompt of Every Time We're Together by, you guessed it, Nickelback 😈😈 just kidding, love you really uncle charlie 💖💖💖💖💖 congrats again! 😃

LATE AF AND TERRIBLE AF BUT HERE I AM

It’s drizzling outside London Blackfriars when Sirius’strain finally pulls up and terminates, the bowels of the train spilling peopleout the doors; he’s impatient and shoves out first, but Percy is never the typeto be unnecessarily rude or impatient, and so he takes a particularly elegantand angelic step out of the train only once the crowds have dissipated.

“Take your fucking time, Weasley,” Sirius sighs. “God,you’re worse than Peter. We’d losehim on the train because he’d be so slow to get off.” He kicks off from thepole he’s been leaning against, his manner the polar opposite of Percy: Siriushas his hands shoved in the pockets of his leather jackets and still walks witha hooligan swagger, whilst Percy walks poker straight and with measured strides,his umbrella clicking like a pair of heels on the ground beside him.

He extends it out when they leave and holds it mostly overSirius. “Was it always this rainy when you were younger?” he mumbles, raindropswetting the nape of his neck and flattening the curl of his hair.

“I distinctly remember it being a lot sunnier,” Siriussnorts. “It’s probably you. It’s always fucking raining whenever I go anywherewith you.”

“It’s not my fault,” Percy says with a pout that’ssurprisingly childish. “My other siblings inherited the sun. I’m just burnt out– don’t put your Oyster card away yet, sweetheart, we’re getting the Tube.”Sirius presents his middle finger to Percy, who snorts, but he feels hisstomach roil gently: he’s never once remembered his Oyster card once gettingoff at Blackfriars, and it was always Remus that elbowed him.

Remus isn’t here. It hurts his heart just to think about it – one, that Remus wasn’twith him anymore even leading up to the Battle, and two, that Remus isn’t hereanymore, when he should be. Being the only Marauder left is a lonely job.“Circle Line, right?”

“District works, too.” (Percy is a wizard of the Tube; whileSirius only ever knows about the lines he’s had to use and tries to generallyavoid the underground labyrinth, Percy could likely make his way across Londonby Tube with his eyes shut.)

It’s a slow walk there, because Sirius can’t really bear togo any faster; his arm is wound through Percy’s as he watches the world go by,remembering the way it felt to be surrounded by his friends, hearing theirboisterous laughter like ghosts in his ears – and he forgets, mistakes Percy’sarm for Remus’s for a moment as the seventies swallow him up again: hismotorbike roars along the train tracks in his memory (not that they ever didthat, of course, but Sirius could certainly bloody dream – after all, of course, he’d been everywhere else).

They catch a District train and walk to Southbank; it usedto be the Marauders’ daytime summer holiday haunt, after all. They would tearup all sorts of suburbs and councils later in the day, but Southbank was alwaysa good place to just sit, lounge, and catch some weird Muggle art exhibition;Percy eyes it with that kind of intellectual renown, whereas all Sirius can seeis Remus sprawled out on the stairs, James with his feet up on the café table,and Peter looking distinctly uncomfortable with everybody else’s level ofpublic slobbery.

“This is a terribly arthouse place of you to go,” Percynotes, the click of his miraculously dry umbrella on the floor lost in thehumdrum of chatter from people inside to escape the rain. “I thought you werejust regular hooligans.”

“Remus took me here once, to go see whatever talk orexhibition he was interested in,” Sirius says, leading Percy with practisedease through the halls. “And then we all came. I dunno. It’s just so bloody weird that it worked great for a placeto haunt during the day; all that shit we used to get up to? Those were our dusk adventures.”

“From dusk till dawn,” Percy muses, trying to shake thefeeling of the disturbance in Siriusnext to him; it feels strangely like something about him is swirling, thefrenetic energy that age has softened in him rising back up. He shifts hisweight off of his umbrella. “Do you want some time to yourself?”

Sirius nods.

Percy finds the nearest exit, which takes him an embarrassinglylong time and a detour to buy a postcard to send to Charlie. He comes out intosome sort of ex-farmer’s market which appears to have turned into a mass offood stalls and buys himself something that he most definitely can’t pronounceand that smells terrifically pungent, buying an extra for Sirius.

It’s cold when Sirius arrives, hands shoved into hispockets. Percy raises his eyebrows. “Are you alright?” he asks.

Sirius deflects. “What the fuck is this?”

“Some sort of foreign foodstuff that tastes like it’s goingto assault my rectal passages tomorrow,” Percy grumbles; Sirius snorts,immediately tucking in as they wander along and back to the station. “Please,leave the bathroom be tomorrow. I might need it. No three-hour-long baths foryou.”

“Fuck off. They’re only two hours long.”

“The real-life clock that exists in the living room and notin your head says three.”

Getting on the Tube is a surprisingly easy affair once theynavigate the sprawl of busy station, and they both stand by the doors as itroars through the tunnels. Percy is the taller of the two, so gangly that hesometimes looks like he was stretched as a form of torture when he was young,and he rests his head on top of Sirius’s, knowing full well that it irritateshis partner.

“Hey, Perce,” Sirius says with a note in his voice thatPercy definitely doesn’t like. “Doyou think Harry still has my motorbike?”

Percy pauses for the briefest of moments. “I should thinkso. I hear he uses it to attempt to impress my sister.”

“You mind if we drop by and see if we can take a ride?”

“We, Sirius?”

“What? Me and Remus used to ride it together all the time!”

Percy sighs.

-

“Now, not to be neurotic,Sirius, but this looks mildly dangerous.”

“There is nothingdangerous about flying a motorbike however many metres above the ground,”Sirius said cheerily, swinging his leg over and settling himself into thepassenger seat. “Come on. It’ll be fun!”

“My idea of fun doesn’t usually involve broken legs,” Remusgrumbled. Sirius rolled his eyes.

“Get on,” he said.

Reluctantly, Remus clambered on, much smaller than Sirius,and put his arms around Sirius’s waist, ignoring the flush of heat it createdin his chest (nerves, he thought, just nerves). “If I die, it is absolutelyyour fault,” he mumbled, resting his head against Sirius’s back and willinghimself not to look out as Sirius revved the engine.

“Dying is the fun part,” Sirius said cheerily, and sent themotorbike careening off into the sky, much to Remus’s vocal displeasure; butwhen they landed, and once he had finished screaming, he had just looked atSirius and grinned.

“Let’s do that again,” he’d said.

-

Percy is looking at the motorbike with equal amounts ofdispleasure. “This,” he says, “does not comply with Ministry safetyregulations.”

“The last person to say something like that thoroughlyenjoyed the ride,” Sirius says, patting the space behind him. “Now get the fuckon.”

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sprace + 7? ✨

#7: Your OTP gets caught underneath the mistletoe.

aaaa thank you for requesting this was so fun to write!! ((sorry for the wait it’s finals season yikes))

sprace; canon era; 1.5k; no warnings just lovely cute fluff feat. baby newsies and the brooklyn girlsies!!

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December 24th, 1899

It's fucking freezing outside.

Racetrack Higgins is shivering and bouncing on his toes as he tries his best to get rid of his last few papes so he can go warm up.

He doesn't have a jacket, you see, because one of the younger Manhattan kids didn't have one and Race's own was too small anyways, so he'd given it away. It really hadn't been this cold when he'd started selling this morning, but the sky has since clouded over and snow has begun to fall, so Race is now chilled to the bone.

Sheepshead is rather deserted today, save for a few devoted racing fans, so it's been a struggle to get anything sold. Not many folks are out to the races on Christmas Eve. It's getting late, so anyone who'd wanted the news has gotten it already and Race is ready to just take the loss and call it a day.

Just as he's about to pack up and head home, he's caught incredibly off-guard by pair of mittened hands landing on his shoulders.

"Where's your coat, idiot? You're gonna freeze!"

Race turns around to see a tiny little meatball of a fella grinning up at him, in all his freckled and gap-toothed glory.

"Heya Spot," says Race, suddenly feeling much less frozen because being around Spot makes him feel all warm and fuzzy. "Well, y'see, it don't fit anymore. I think I grew this year. I'm gonna have to get me a new one"

Considering that this time last year, Race didn't tower over Spot the way he does now, it's definitely true. They're only fourteen, so growth spurts hit randomly and often. It's like they're in a competition of who can shoot up faster, but Race has had the lead for a while.

"Come back to the lodge with me and warm up," says Spot, though his voice tilts towards the end like it's a question. They've only been boyfriends for a few weeks, so everything they do is very tentative and hesitant. Spot is new to the whole 'being nice' thing, and he gets nervous whenever he tries. "You's chilled to the bone, Racer. The church brought us a load of apple cider, and we been warming it around the stove if you want some."

Race can feel his own face light up at the idea of some hot cider and a nice cuddle with Spot. He'd been dreading the trek through the snow back to Manhattan, so his mood has now improved significantly.

"That sounds swell," he says, picking his bag of papes back up. There's five or so in the bag, and they'll make decent kindling for a fire, since he can't seem to get them sold. He'd normally be a lot more stressed about it, but Spot doesn't let him pay rent for nights spent in Brooklyn. Privileges of dating the king, maybe. "I ain't had apple cider in years. Say, if you come over to 'Hattan tomorrow, I think the nuns are bringing by gingerbread cookies like they always do. It's my favourite part of the holiday."

Spot smiles wide and ever-so subtly takes Race's hand in his own as they walk. Most folks are at home with their families by now, so they can risk being slightly closer than they normally would. If worse comes to worse, they can always say Spot is just trying to keep Race warm, seeing how the tips of his fingers have gone red with frostnip.

"There's no paper tomorrow," notes Spot. There is technically a paper, but there's no real news in it and only a handful of devoted newsies with nothing better to do actually try and sell it. There's never anyone out anyways, so it's usually just a waste of time. "We can do whatever we want, I guess. I could give Hotshot a Christmas present by letting him be in charge for the day— he'd love that— and we could go over to Manhattan together. I want you to stay here tonight since I gotcha a present, but I wanna give it in the morning when it's actually Christmas."

Race swings their hands happily as they walk.

"My present for you is under the tree in the Manhattan lodge— did I tell ya we got a tree this year? It's real fancy and I even wrapped the present to go under it. I'll give it to ya when we get there tomorrow."

Race really wants to lean down and kiss Spot on the cheek, but that'll have to wait until they have some privacy.

It’s a bit of a walk back to the lodging house where Spot lives, but the rush of warmth as they stumble inside makes it entirely worth it. There’s a fire in the fireplace and a ton of kids hanging around, all bundled up in blankets and sipping on cider. It’s an unconventional little picture of family, but Race absolutely adores it.

“Hi Spot! Hey Racer!” calls Rafaela, sparking a chorus of cheerful greetings from around the room. Her and Joey have got a gaggle of little newsies surrounding them and what looks like a pile of storybooks stacked up next to them. The two of them like to pretend to be all tough, but they’re softies deep down and it shows in moments like this.

Race is a little too preoccupied with rubbing his frozen hands together as he approaches the fire to actually answer anyone, but Spot waves at them all before finally wrapping his arms around Race’s waist.

They have no shame about being close to each other when they’re here, since no one seems to judge— and even if they do, they’re too scared of Spot to say anything about it.

“Do ya wanna read stories with us?” calls a little kid, whose nickname might be Twig if Race remembers correctly. He’s no older than five or six years old and looks strikingly similar to a younger version of Spot, with the freckles that dot his face. “Joey’s gonna read us a Christmas one! It’s even got pictures!”

Watching Spot be gentle with the little ones is always able to warm Race’s heart. Spot smiles at Twig but shakes his head.

“Not right this second, buddy,” he says, sticking his tongue out at the way the kids pout. “Me an’ Race are gonna go upstairs and find us some blankets first. He’s frozen from being out sellin’ without a coat.”

Raf’s eyes go wide at that.

“Racetrack,” she scolds. She’s three years older than Race or Spot and has a tendency to mother them a bit. “No coat? And not even mitts? We’ve got a pile of extras hangin’ around, I can help you find something what fits later.”

Race cringes sheepishly, somewhat embarrassed at being called out.

“Thanks Raf,” he says, feeling very special and welcomed into the Brooklyn family by the offer. “Jack was gonna help me find one, though. Our friend Medda has a ton lyin’ around that she’d be happy to lend. I just ain’t had time for it this morning ‘cause I ain’t thought it’d be so cold.”

A tug on his waist from Spot cuts the conversation short.

“C’mon, Racer. We gotta get you warm.” As Spot pulls Race closer, his voice drops to a whisper. “And I wanna get you alone. I’ve missed you. Let’s go.”

Race isn’t sure if his cheeks are red from blushing or frostbite, but he gladly lets Spot guide him up the stairs to the attic bedroom that Spot gets to himself— almost like the Brooklyn version of Jack’s penthouse.

Spot stops short in the doorway, quickly pressing Race up against the frame.

“Would’ya look at that,” he says, pointing above them. Race looks up to see a tiny sprig of mistletoe nailed to the top of the doorframe. He nearly snorts at the cheesiness of it. “Ain’t that convenient?”

Race rolls his eyes.

“Sure is,” he replies, before leaning down to connect their mouths. Everyone else is downstairs, so they don’t have to worry about prying eyes. Spot is so warm and soft and gentle that Race never wants to leave this moment. He pulls back momentarily. “You really went out and bought a chunk of mistletoe to get me to kiss ya? I don’t need a stupid plant to wanna love your dumb ass.”

Spot giggles— which is a rare and fucking beautiful occurrence.

“Don’t worry, asshole,” he says, pecking Race’s lips softly. “I stole it.”

“Jesus,” groans Race, not doing a very good job of sounding annoyed. “Of course you did.”

He presses their lips together yet again and smiles into it. As stupid and rude as they are, and despite the fact that they haven’t grabbed any blankets and Race is still freezing, there’s somehow nowhere he’d rather be.

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Toads and Corpses

Title: Toads and Corpses

Rated: T (for teens)

Dragonball Z - Vegeta x Bulma

Disclaimer: I do not own or profit or make anything off of this.

The music was blaringly loud, a fact that Vegeta wished he could ignore. The pounding beat echoed in his ears as he pushed his way through the gyrating crowd , out of the dancehall's large wooden doors, and into the lobby. Capsule Corps Annual Halloween party was in full swing in the next room but Vegeta wanted nothing to do with it. How many years has he attended or at least acknowledge the annual holiday bash? Too many and he was tired of being crowded by worthless masquerading humans with hideously-fake looking costumes that smelt like rubber and plastic. He needed to breathe god damn it and there was no way in hell he could do so in there!

With a agitated sigh Vegeta threw the jacket he was carrying on the arm of one of the lobby's expensive leather couches and sat down with a thud. With an irritated growl he crossed his arms and ankles and glared across the room. Oh how he hated such pointless human celebrations. It was a waste of time and most importantly oxygen.

Vegeta watched as several humans dressed in outlandish clothing entered the building in a fit of giggles and pointless chatter and quickly make their way to dancehall. He hoped that if he were lucky that maybe he could spend the rest of the evening in the lobby where the music was muted to a tolerable level, the air was clean, and people were scarce. Footsteps from behind told Vegeta that he would have no such luck.

"Hey Vegeta! What are you doing in here? You're missing the party, " Goku's large clumsy hand landed on Vegeta's shoulder from behind the couch as he spoke and a goofy grin plastered onto his youthful face.

"I'm trying to get away from idiocy but it seems to follow me wherever I go." Vegeta sneered up at the taller man and shook the hand on his shoulder off . Kakarott was by-far the last person he wanted to run into at the moment. The idiot could give a rock a headache. And by the stupid baseball costume Kakarott was wearing Vegeta figured he too decided to join the humans in the festivities. What a pathetic excuse of a Saiyan.

Goku removed his baseball cap to scratched his head in bewilderment but quickly shrugged it off and started looking around the room as if searching for someone or something. Who knew what the imbecile was thinking…if he even thought at all.

"Hey Vegeta?"

Vegeta cringed at the man's voice but managed to stay stoically still. Was it just him or was Kakarott's voice an equivalent to nails on a chalkboard? Or worse, Chichi. "What?" He ground out through clenched teeth.

"Have you seen Bulma? I haven't seen her all day. I looked for her at the party but I couldn't find her anywhere and her Ki is so small I have a hard time locating her with all these people around. Do you happen to know where she might be?"

Vegeta blinked in surprise. He hadn't seen his wife since that morning and was stunned that he hadn't noticed her absence at her own party. It seemed no one had noticed except for Goku, something that Vegeta didn't want to acknowledge at the moment. Having another man being more in tuned with his own wife wasn't something Vegeta wanted to think about, especially when it was his greatest rival. So instead of pondering his reckless abandonment for observation he decided to cover it up the only way he knew how.

"Do you think I keep track of that wench? I have better things to do with my time," Vegeta huffed and stood up from the couch. Despite his aloof behavior his eyes scanned the expansive lobby for a blue headed beauty that he was intimately acquainted with. Only a hand full of people were scattered around the room, most of them secluding themselves away from the loud music to make some phone calls before going back to the party.

"So you don't know where she is?" Goku asked the older man while scratching his chin.

Vegeta gave the younger man a deadpan glare. "No, I don't."

All of a sudden several women's screams pierced the lobby as a group of girls came tumbling through the dancehall's doors and into the room. Vegeta and Goku wince at the earsplitting pitch of their shrieks and squeals as they ran across the lobby's glossy tile floors. Not far behind the small horde of females were Trunks and Goten carrying large bloated toads. The pre-teens chased the women almost to the exit and would have continued out into the parking lot if they hadn't been summoned from their fathers. With heavy disappointed sighs they abandoned the chase.

"Having fun?" Vegeta asked his eleven year old son dispassionately.

Trunks shrugged casually and tossed the obese frog to his other hand. "We were before you called us," he muttered but then grinned wickedly. "Those girls are so easy to scare, it's hilarious watching them stumbling over themselves because of a little toad."

Vegeta grunted in agreement and eyed his son. Trunks costume wasn't more than tattered clothing covered in artificial blood but it looked convincing. His skin was airbrushed pale and Bulma had done an excellent job making Trunks look like a zombie with bloody bite marks and decaying flesh. She was definitely a master at make up. Vegeta also noticed that Kakarott's youngest son was also dressed up as the living dead. Great, he thought, two ghouls to haunt him the rest of his miserable life.

"That wasn't very nice Trunks and Goten," Goku scolded half-heartedly but then smiled and ruffled his son's dark hair . "Oh by-the-way have you happened to see your mother, Trunks? I've been looking for her," Goku asked Vegeta's son.

"Mom?" Trunks scratched his chin with his thumb and pondered. "I can't say that I have. Goten, have you seen her?"

Goten shook his head negatively.

Goku sighed in defeat and shrugged his shoulders. "Oh well, I guess if you see her let her know I was looking for her. I'm gonna' go back to the party before Chichi starts getting too upset. Oh Vegeta, I almost forgot to ask, what is your costume suppose to be?"

Vegeta glared at the man in front of him. The moron couldn't tell that he hadn't dressed up at all? That he was just wearing his casual tee-shirt and jeans? The man was dumber than a brick. "Human" Vegeta snarled sarcastically.

"Oh…" Goku blinked several times. "Well it does look like a human costume I suppose…" He patted his son's head one more time and saluted Vegeta before heading back through the dancehall's wooden doors. Vegeta rolled his eyes at his departure.

Vegeta looked down at Trunks and Goten. "You're dismissed," he waved the boys off and they eagerly left in search for their next victims. Vegeta watched the boys leave and then with a heavy exhale he sought for Bulma's Ki with his mind. He searched the entire compound, shuffling out the useless Ki signatures that surrounded him and found her energy ebbing in the vicinity of the gardens. He slipped his leather jacket on and headed out the building to find her.

The air was cold and Vegeta's breath came out as puffs of vapor. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans to keep them warm as he trekked down the pathway toward Bulma's Ki. Although Saiyans were known to be a hardy race that could withstand even the most brutal environments, Vegeta still preferred the hotter deserts or even the humid tropical climates over the cold that surrounded him now. Fortunately Bulma and himself were heading to their winter vacation home on its own private beach in Maui in two weeks and he'll miss the rest of the cold front that was coming through.

Vegeta cursed when he tripped over a heavy plastic tombstone. He glared down at the offender before he kicked it in retribution for causing him to stumble. Vegeta watched as it sailed through the air and off into the night with a sense of vindication. It was about a minute before he heard a crash from the parking lot and the screeching of a car alarm. There was so much mist from the multiple fog machines placed strategically throughout the vegetation that he was slightly surprise that he had only tripped over one of the many tombstones scattered throughout the park.

Vegeta continued on and it wasn't long until he spotted Bulma sitting on a bench deep within the center of the garden. She looked so small and fragile next to the large foliage and hedges that the dominating male in him wanted nothing more than to carry her back into the warmth and safety of their bedroom. His protective nature seemed to come out quite often when he was in the presence of his delicate wife. But for now he pushed the need down and with a calculating eye he took in her appearance as he approached her from the side.

Bulma, like their son and his friend, was dressed as a member of the living dead. Her usually porcelain skin was even paler than normal and false blood was splattered over her black tee-shirt and bleached jeans, up her arms and across her chest while several drops stained the smooth skin of her cheek. A large gash expanded across her neck as if someone had tried taking an axe to her throat and the blood had dripped down from the wound to the swell of her breasts before drying. The fake lesion was unnerving but as she turned and smiled at him he realized that it was not as unsettling as the smoky grey contacts she wore. They covered up her bright, jovial eyes and made her look cold inside and out. She looked legitimately dead and it made his heart stop.

"Hey you," Bulma smiled brightly up at him through dead eyes and patted the empty space next to her on the bench . Vegeta sat numbly next to her, his eyes never leaving the grisly wound in her neck. He kept telling himself it was fake, just a special effect for a stupid human ritual but his heart was constricting with a sickening emotion. Horror. Horror that the demons of his past have come back to haunt him. If they had touched her…killed her…he clamped down on the sickening feeling of panic . It was just makeup. It wasn't real.

Vegeta couldn't resist and reached out to touch Bulma on the neck. She took it as a sign that he wanted to view her craftsmanship but in truth he wanted to feel her warmth. Wanted to feel her blood pulse strongly in her veins beneath her flawlessly delicate skin. Wanted to know she was alive.

"So whatcha' think? Not bad huh? Looks pretty darn authentic doesn't it?" Bulma asked proudly as she craned her neck so he could inspect her handiwork more closely. Vegeta knew her eyes would have been sparkling with self-satisfaction if it weren't for those damn contacts she wore.

"Humph," he snorted, " not bad I suppose. I've seen more realistic." He answered quietly as he swiped his thumb back and forth over the fiery pulse in her neck. There was no way he was going to admit that her makeup job disturbed him so much. Vegeta felt that he was sitting next to the talking corpse of his wife and if it wasn't for the soft sound of her breathing and the steam it made, plus the healthy beat of her heart beneath his fingertips, he knew for sure the pressure of fear that was clenching his heart would burst it in-two. Never had this holiday made him feel so sick to his stomach. Sick with fear that he would lose Bulma.

Bulma rolled her eyes at his statement. "I'm sure you have you evil son-of-bitch but I still did good." She pouted playfully and stretched her arms up over her head, unconsciously arching her perfectly ripe breasts forward. "I think rigor mortis is setting in." She said jokingly while twisting back and forth in an attempt to pop her spine.

"Where have you been?" Vegeta changed the subject from his past, a topic he was still uneasy conversing with his lover about. If his angel truly knew what horrible atrocities he had done in the past she may leave him. God what would he do if that were to ever happen?

Bulma sighed in frustration and slumped rather unlady-like on the bench. " I just went through hell and back these last three hours in the kitchen. It seems that the catering company royally fucked up and didn't send enough food. I've been calling every restaurant I know to see if they could prepare more hors d'oeuvres and entrees for the buffet. They could but they had no means for delivery so Tony, Vinny, and myself loaded up into the shipping trucks and picked up the food ourselves and brought it back. I just recently had the chance to come out here and catch my breath." She sighed heavily in exhaustion. "It was a nightmare." She finished by running her fingers into her short crop of hair.

They sat in silence for a moment before Bulma groaned audibly ."Ugh these contacts are killing me…"Bulma grumbled more to herself than to Vegeta and tilted her head back to remove the lens from her eyes. Vegeta sent up a mental thank you to whatever god answered his prayer. He felt a weight lift off his chest at the sight of her azure irises.

"So why'd you ask? You've been looking for me?" Bulma questioned him with a delicately raised eyebrow, her beautiful, vividly blue eyes staring at him lovingly.

Vegeta grunted and pulled his hand away from her neck to cross his arms. "Not hardly, that fool Kakarott has been searching for you."

"So you went to find me for him?"

"Of course not! Like I'd help that retard do anything." Vegeta growled out between clenched teeth. Like HELL he'd do errands for that third class idiot! He may not throw his authority around like he use to but he was still a prince and a prince did NOT help the lower class.

Bulma's laughter sounded rich and heart-warming as it danced across the cold air. Her smile was so bright that it lit up the night with it's beauty. Vegeta felt his insides melt at the charming melody her voice held. How had he been so blessed to obtain such a precious woman? How did the gods see him fit to have her?

"Uh huh so you just happen to wander out here and stumble upon me. Like I believe that." She playfully flirted with him.

"I don't wander or stumble," Vegeta left out the little incident with the tombstone, " I know exactly where you are at all times, at all hours. I was just curious why you were missing your own party."

Bulma's shoulders dropped tiredly before a large shiver racked through her body. She wrapped her slender arms around herself for warmth. Without thinking Vegeta removed his jacket and placed it over her quivering shoulders.

Bulma smiled up at him and eagerly slipped into the oversized coat. She didn't thank him outright knowing he'd just scuff at his slip of emotion. Instead she framed his face with cold hands and pulled him down for a deep kiss, showing him without words how much she appreciated his action.

Their lips touched gently at first, a soft brush of skin before they settled against each other. They moved in a synchronized rhythm, neither one fighting for dominance just enjoying the feel of each other's mouth. Bulma moaned and Vegeta groaned while he slipped his tongue through her lips and into her soft heat. Their tongues waltzed in a seductive dance as Vegeta pushed his weight against Bulma's lithe form, slowly lowering her onto the bench beneath his solid body.

He would never get enough of her. Never. She was a potent drug that sung through his veins and he was an addict for it. How had one woman entranced him so?

"EW GROSS!" came a boyish cry of disgust several feet next to them.

Vegeta whipped his head up and glared at his son and Kakarott's brat who were both making bitter faces of repulsion. He snarled angrily at the interruption but Bulma's bubbly laughter caught him off guard and before he knew it she was slipping out from beneath him.

"What are you two doing out here?" Bulma asked while Vegeta sat himself upright. From even under the pale makeup on her face, Vegeta could see the soft blush of embarrassment stain her porcelain cheeks.

"My dad is looking for you so we decided to find you for him." Goten said with a grin that mimicked his father's as he wedged himself between Vegeta and Bulma on the bench.

"Is that so? I must be popular tonight." Bulma said with a chuckle and winked flirtatiously at her husband. Vegeta rolled is eyes at his wife's antics.

"Yeah it's true so Goten dragged me out here even though I TOLD him not to," Trunks crossed his arms arrogantly. Trunks had learned that when his parents' ki's were fluctuating it was best to leave them alone or have a really pissed-off father on his heels.

"Well it's alright, I suppose I should go see what Goku wants then. I think I know what it is but I should double check," Bulma smiled warmly at her son who was still standing defensively. She opened her arms and without hesitation Trunks came running and leapt into her lap. She closed her arms tightly around him and rocked him playfully. "You are good boys to come find me for him." She looped one arm around Goten and pulled him into the hug.

Vegeta rolled his eyes at her statement. Those kids were anything BUT good. More like hell on wheels, he thought sardonically as he watched them. But the three of them looked happy in their hug despite their ghoulish appearance and Vegeta wondered how his life had managed to turn in this strange direction. His thoughts were interrupted when Bulma raised an eyebrow at him, silently asking if he would like to join the group hug. Vegeta made a false gag and Bulma slapped his arm and stuck her tongue out at him.

"Well I hate to be the one to interrupt this Kodak moment," Vegeta said sarcastically as he rose to his feet. The awkward zombie loving was a little too strange for his liking…at least with the two kids involved. If it was just him and his wife…well he could become a necrophiliac for a night.

Trunks quickly jumped off his mother's lap as if he just remembered his father was there and stood at attention with a slight blush of mortification on his cheeks. Goten stood with a little less vigor.

"I'm sure you are," Bulma replied cynically as she got up and stretched in Vegeta's jacket that nearly swallowed her. "Trunks, Goten, would you be so kind as to tell Goku that I'm on my way and should be at the party shortly?" The boys nodded and quickly took off.

"And you mister," she poked a delicate finger into Vegeta's muscular chest, "better behave yourself."

Vegeta raised a inquisitive eyebrow and grinned wolfishly. "Me? I'm a prince, the paradigm of civility, hospitality, and etiquette."

Bulma scuffed at his banter and handed Vegeta his jacket. " Well I hope you remember that while you're at the party or…" She seductively backed away from him as she spoke.

As she moved one of Bulma's hands lifted her shirt , exposing the smooth pale skin of her stomach and the glittering bellybutton-ring that pierce through its dainty naval, while her other hand pushed her jeans down to expose the tantalizing skin between her swaying hips. It was a double tease for Vegeta's hungry gaze and he could feel his blood drain to his lower region in response. He licked his lower lip in anticipation for the feast her body would make.

"…none of this. Got that baby?" She smiled bewitchingly and winked before she took off for the party, leaving Vegeta standing hot and heavy in the garden.

Vegeta resituated himself so his hard-on wouldn't be evident through his jeans and grinned wickedly. Even if he misbehaved he was still getting her tonight one way or another. Bulma was a sucker for a bad boy and he knew his little zombie lover couldn't resist his devious charms. But he supposed he could try to be a little civil just for one night…try being the key word.

Vegeta shrugged on his jacket and followed the scent of his wife's desire back to the Halloween party. This Holiday might not be so bad if it ended the way he intended it to.

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Bring On the Cold, January - I'm Garden Planning!

The excitement and hubbub of the holidays may be behind us, but there is still something to look forward to in the cold of January, folks - Seed catalogs and garden planning!  WAHOO!!!  Don't get me wrong - I do like the cold weather and snow.  All seasons have their beauty.  But I do look forward to the days I can be outside working in the garden until 930 at night with my flip flops on!

While my garden is nowhere near the size of some it is plenty large enough to keep me busy!  I do my best to take into account companion planting and crop rotation recommendations when planning but sometimes I find something really is just handy growing in a particular spot and I just run with it.

I'm generally not dead set on specific varieties of veg' - trying new types is fun and as long as they grow well and taste great I'm good.   One exception to that rule is tomatoes - we must have Brandywine and Supersweet 100s - the former for me and the latter for my daughter.  They're our favorites.

Here was last year's plan - well watered from when I had it with me during planting last spring.  I did shake it up a teeny bit on the fly so it wasn't planted exactly to the plan but for the most part it is representative of the layout.

The garden is broken up into two sides of a path that runs through east to west.  The path is actually large enough to get the tractor through a wide gate into the grassy fenced area around the house.  We keep the path clear so we can bring the riding lawn mower through and the occasional camper when we have guests in town.

The turkey coop is over by the Blackberries.  It was the first year I planted zucchini next to the turkey run and it worked quite well  - shading the area a bit and of course providing lots of yummy pickings very close by.

Looking back at the garden last year the tomatoes did not do well at all.  We had a very late start to the garden due to the cool and moist spring.  The garlic I had planted the fall prior did wonderfully - though i will say it would have been better if I had kept up on my weeding better.  In my defense we were working on ~3k linear feet of fencing all summer so time was short and with animals waiting for more roaming space the garden definitely took second fiddle.

Looking back at the plan it looks a bit random with some raspberries intermingled amoungst the veg'.  I did that as I had planted a variety of raspberries there that I was hoping would thrive but in the end the did not.  So veg' it will remain in that northeast section of the garden.

The south side of the garden is there most of the veg' is....  in the Southeast corner I have my wee little greenhouse that grew a wonderful batch of grass and weeds last year courtesy of the fencing project :)  

I got the little greenhouse at Murdocs last year during their fall clearance sale - a pretty good deal!  It's not a uber fancy one but it is strong enough to withstand our 70+ mph winds here so I can't complain.  Oh, wait - except for more space.  Which I WILL have one day - more on that another day ;)  To secure the greenhouse I attached it to a frame of 6x6 posts that are chained on to the big ground anchors used to keep hay tarps from flying away.  Solid man.

This is the year I'm going to focus on using the greenhouse for to start my seedlings - just need to get a heater to adjust for the cold nights we can get.

On this side of the garden last year the squash went wild!  Great production.  And it was the first year I let them wander along the ground versus growing them vertically.  While they did great growing free for all I am going to return to growing vertically as I think it saves space and keeps things more healthy and easier to pick.

In years past I had the corn, beans and pumpkins on the south side of the sheep barn.  With that location now fenced and the sheep enjoying the space I need to find a new spot for the corn and pumpkins!  (beans will be in the garden proper this year)  I'm tempted to take up part of the grass around the house for it - the corn would help dampen the noise from the road a bit too.  Double duty.

This year, my plan is on one page :)  The northeast corner of the garden is in the upper left hand corner.  Nothing earth shatteringly different really.  I think the biggest change is that the beans are back in the main garden and I'm planning on planting a significant amount of basil and placing it right where I tend to walk into the garden.  Oh, and finally a dedicated herb garden over by the chicken run - I'm not waiting any longer to decide where the right place is.  Hopefully once the perennial herbs establish themselves (I'll fence it off while they get started) the chickens will have little effect on them.  I'm thinking the usuals - sage, oregano, marjoram, chives, thyme (of a couple varieties), fennel, dill, summer savory, borage, mint (in pots of course to avoid the spread).... 

Why so much basil?  Because I simply adore the stuff and love walking through the garden smelling it in the air.  (I'm thinking of making a super stock pile of pesto for us to enjoy all winter long).  And I know others love it too - I wanna spread the love!

My approach on gardening is to plant enough for friends, family, bugs, critters and our family. 

I am considering growing the beans and squash over tunnels I make from livestock panels this year, if I can swing the expense of the panels.  I think it would look neat, provide additional shade and overhead protection for the poultry and make it a cinch to harvest when the time comes.  We'll see!  Only a few more months to go!