#yeah i bought official pyjamas

[applejee]

wearing my seville peck themed pyjamas and feeling cozy while listening to the cowboys are frequently secretly fond of each other cover

[spidernuggets]

Jason Todd x Reader

"You're going, Jason, and you don't even want to. I don't see the problem with me tagging along."

"It's a problem when you look like that."

You smiled, proud at your efforts of making yourself look presentable for another one of Bruce's grand galas. It would be your first time attending one of his events, thinking it would be a good time to officially introduce yourself as Jason's lover.

You pulled a strand of your hair away from your face and admired yourself in the mirror. Usually, you don't spend so much time dressing up, but you decided that you wanted to make a good first impression when meeting Jason's family.

You assumed Jason knew you were coming with after he told you that he'd be going to the gala, and you thought it was an unsaid invitation, like usual. Every time Jason said he'd be going somewhere or to some sort of event, he'd expect you to come with.

So it surprised you when he asked why you were all dressed up, even when he was all fancied up too.

"You look nice... But why?"

"What do you mean, Jay? I'm going to Bruce's gala with you, no?" You asked, confused as to why he was asking.

His eyes widened. "What? No, no. I know you usually come, but not tonight. Maybe another night, sweetheart," he says.

Your head tilts to the side. "Why not tonight? It's a good time to meet the rest of your family, Jay! Well, I mean, I already know Dick, but I wanna meet everyone else!" You say excitingly.

Jason sighs and sits down on the bed. "I promise you, darling, you can meet them another time, just not tonight. A lot of people are gonna be there, so I doubt you'd get the chance to talk to them anyway."

"You sound like you'd be embarrassed if I showed up," you scoffed.

"I wouldn't! I just don't want you to come!" He argues back. You paused for a moment. He didn't want you to go with him? Was he actually embarrassed to be seen with you? Your insecurities start to bubble inside you. Sure, you weren't rich or owned a lot of fancy clothes. Hell, it was Jason who bought you the outfit you were wearing! And yeah, there would be a lot of prettier, more good-looking, fit people out there... that Jason could find mire attractive...

"You're going, Jason, and you don't even want to. I don't see the problem with me tagging along."

"It's a problem when you look like that."

Sorry, what? What did he just say? Why did he say that? How could he have said that so casually? Why is he looking at you like he didn't say anything wrong? Why does it look like he's.. proud of what he said?

You look back at the full-length mirror. Insecure thought starts to fill your head.

So he is embarrassed to be seen with me? I guess the outfit is a little too tight. I think I did go overboard with the foundation. I wouldn't wanna be seen with me either.

"Oh," was all you replied with as you slowly made your way into the bathroom that was in his room.

Jason's gaze followed you. Panic began to run his system. Wait, what did he just say again? "It's a problem when you look like that." What was wrong with that? He thought you would've been happy to hear that from him.

Oh shit.

Realisation punched Jason harder in the face than any blow that he got from Bruce, Dick or any other villain he was fighting.

Jason quickly stood up from the bed and strode to the bathroom door that you quickly shut close.

"Y/n! Wa-wait, love, I didn't mean that! I meant like-"

"It's fine, Jay, just go ahead, I'll stay here," he heard your little voice crack, and his heart broke into a million pieces.

He tried turning the knob to open the door, but to no avail as you've already locked it.

Jason leaned his head against the door, trying to get you to open it. "Darling, c'mon, please open the door. Please, let me talk to you, I- I didn't mean what I said," he begged.

When you opened the door, you were already out of your outfit, wearing your pyjama pants and one of Jason's shirts.

Your eyes were red, but you were smiling. "I said, it's fine, Jason. Just go, please. I'll meet your family another night."

Jason's eyes widened, and his head started shaking. "No. No, no, no. It's Jay! Not- not Jason. You never call me Jason. Sweetheart, please, listen," he pleaded as you tried nudging him out the door.

Jason turned around and grabbed your wrists, leading you towards the bed. He sat you down as he sat beside you, gently holding your face in his hands as he softly caressed your tear-stained cheeks with his thumbs.

"Y/n, my love, listen to me. I didn't mean that. When I said it was a problem that you look like that, I meant-" He sighed. "I meant that you looked drop dead gorgeous. Stunning. Amazing. Breath taking. Do you know how many people would be there tonight? Trying to steal you away from me?"

"Jason, why-"

"Jay."

You rolled your eyes playfully at his interruption. "Jay, why the hell would I let them 'steal me away' when I have a perfect man right here with me?"

"Because I'm not perfect! And there's someone who is perfect out there that you might find and leave me for, because you're perfect too!"

You scoffed. "Honestly, Jay. Do you know how many times I've dreaded you going to those galas because I might believe the same thing? That you're going to find someone better than me?"

"There's no one better than yo-"

You quickly cut him off. "Jason Tood, I swear to god, shut up." And he did, and you continued. "When... When you said that, I finally accepted that you didn't want me anymore. That you found someome perfect, and that was why you didn't want me to go. Because I don't fit in with everyone else. With all those rich, fancy people. Because let's face it, I don't, I really don't. So, yeah, I know you meant something different when you said that, but... I can't imagine any other interpretation of it. Even if you explain what you actually meant by it," your voice quiets down as you look down at your fingers intertwining each other while you pick on your nails and skin.

Jason's shoulder sag as he brought you in close. His lips leaned against your forhed as he muttered apologies loud enough for you to hear.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, sweetheart," He kissed your forhead. "It really wasn't what I meant," he kissed it again. "We can go together to the gala if you want," he kissed it a last time.

You sniffled, the sound making his heart ache, you looked up at him, shaking your head. "No, I don't really feel like going anymore," you say quietly, your voice hoarse. "I'll be okay, Jay," you whispered, "I promise, you go."

Jason sighed, letting go of you and getting up from the bed. When you think he's about to leave the room, he walks around the bed to the bedside table where his phone lies. He makes a call, the person picking up on the other end after three rings.

"Yeah. Yeah, Dick, uhh, I won't be coming tonight. Ye-Yeah, I know, I couldn't care less about what Bruce says, I'll see you tomorrow, bye," and he put his phone back on the table, removing his jacket, tie and dress shirt, leaving him in just his trousers after removing his belt.

Your head tilts in confusion, and Jason swears it was the cutest thing he's ever seen.

He lies down on the bed, grabbing you by the waist, pulling you down as he wrapped you in a warm, tight embrace, leaving light kisses all over your face as you giggled from the affection.

"Next gala or event or family meetup or whatever, you're coming with me, and I'll introduce you to my family," Jason mutters, his face buried in your hair.

Your eyes glow, "Really?" you asked, already excited.

"Really," he lowly replied, kissing the crown of your head.

[basketballanonsblog]

Where we stand

You laid in bed, your mind restless and filled with warring thoughts.

You became great friends with Jihyo and the rest of Twice, ever since you met.

You remembered it as if it were only yesterday. After the two of you had left the bar, you stopped at a nearby convenience store for dessert. The conversation kept flowing naturally and you could talk to her for hours.

True to her word, she kept you at arms length but you meant what you said too. Whenever your schedules allowed it, you would agree to meet, whether it be in a quaint cafe or just you hanging out in their dorm. And you always bought her flowers, along with little gifts here and there just because "they would suit her".

A soft knock on your door brought you back to reality. Your brother peeked his head through to catch your eye.

"Is everything okay? I can hear your thoughts all the way from my room."

You sat up and hugged your knees.

"Just thinking and I can't sleep."

He sat beside you quietly before bringing you to sit closer to him.

"What's on your mind sis? Is it Jihyo?"

"How did you-"

"Oh please. I'm your older brother, of course I'm going to know. Is everything alright between you?"

"Yeah it's been great it's just that I'm not really sure if we're just friends or tiptoeing along that line of something more." You looked down in a sense of self pity at your situation, while your brother looked like you had said the most absurd thing ever.

"Hold the phone. You mean to tell me that after courting for her for a year, you still haven't asked her out officially?!"

"Hey!" You grumpily grabbed his pyjama top and frowned. "I would never rush or pressure her into something she isn't ready for. She did make it clear that she doesn't do dating, so I'll respect that. It's just...difficult to not know where we stand and what she's thinking."

"Well here's a bright idea, genius, why don't you try asking her?"

"Don't you think I want to?!" Your brain was too tired for this shit.

"Don't get angry with me." He raised his hands defensively. "You're the idiot who is telling their brother this at 3:30 in the morning instead of telling the person who actually needs to know all of this."

Once again, you scowled at your brother before pushing him off the bed.

"Get out."

He did as he was told but not before turning around with an annoying grin on his face.

"Love you too, my precious sibling. I hope you get the balls to ask Jihyo to be your girlfriend!"

"Oh, shut up." There was no real anger behind your words and you had to fight a smile.

You laid back down, pondering your brother's words. You knew he was right. You had to say something before it hurts too much.

-x-

You nervously stood outside of their dorm, trying to hype yourself up for today. Your brother had tried to give you a pep talk, but you were so out of it, the only words you caught were 'go get your girl, sis!' as you left the house.

The sound of someone clearing their throat brought you back to earth as the maknae looked at you.

"I was getting tired waiting for you to knock."

"Oh. Right...sorry. Is Jihyo ready?"

"She'll be out in a minute. You can come in."

You walked into the front room, and Sana sprung up from the couch and engulfed you in a tight hug.

"Hi y/n!" You also glanced at Mina and waved as best you could.

"Those flowers are cute! Are they for me?" Sana bat her eyelashes at you, making you laugh.

"Unfortunately no, but here." You pulled one of the flowers out of the bouquet and tucked it behind her ear.

"There. Now you have a flower."

She giggled and pinched your cheek.

"Ah y/n you're so sweet. I wonder if Jihyo would mind if I steal you for the day instead?" She said jokingly.

"Yes, she would mind." You whipped around at the sound of her voice, as she walked into the room.

"Hi." She smiled and any words you could've said escaped, leaving you to just shyly wave. Just like you did when you first met.

Mina came over at that moment, and took the flowers off you.

"I'll put these in a vase, but you two should get going."

"Right." You held out your hand towards Jihyo and grinned in return. "Shall we?"

She took your hand and pulled you out of the dorm.

Sana pouted as you left, sighing.

"I wish I could find someone who looks at me like that."

"I don't know unnie, I think you've already found them, you just haven't realised it yet." Without elaborating, Tzuyu walked off, leaving Sana to chase after her, asking what she meant.

~x~

"A fair?" You made it to your destination and at first you felt it had been a great idea but now, you wanted to sink into the ground. Nevertheless, you decided to stand by your decision.

"Yep. I wanted to take you here on your birthday but since we were both busy, now is as good as any time. I know it's a little...different that what we usually do but different is good sometimes right?"

She was quiet with a neutral expression, and you were just about to change your mind before she looked determined all of a sudden.

"Right."

Hours later and the pair of you had done just about everything you could there. You played games, making sure to win her prizes, ate at almost every food stall and took many, many photos. There was just one thing you wanted to do there, and that was go on the ferris wheel.

Which is where you were now. You had made it to the top of the ferris wheel and you were staring into the horizon, gathering the courage to say what has been on your mind.

"Y/n are you alright? You've been quiet and stiff for a while now."

Okay, this is it. Don't back out now.

"Jihyo, I-" You turned to her, and you felt like you had stopped breathing.

Jihyo was glowing. Literally glowing. The sunset had surrounded her in a halo of light.

"Wow." You exhaled and Jihyo tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. A sign of her shyness.

"What?"

"Jihyo, you're so beautiful."

"Yah y/n! Dont tease me."

"I'm serious." Neither of you said anything after that, the sound of your racing hearts was loud enough.

~x~

You walked together through the city, the sun had fully set, giving way to the clear night.

You just had one more stop before the day ends.

"So, where's this mystery place you're taking me?"

"If I tell you, then it won't be a mystery will it? Anyway, we're here now."

She looked at you, confused before actually looking at where you were gesturing.

"A playground?"

You nodded proudly.

"I know it's strange but just hear me out. You told me how you spent your childhood training for idol life, and you said never really experienced what it was like to just play outside in the park. So I guess for one day, I wanted to give you that. But you don't have to if you don't want to."

You looked down at your feet, while Jihyo looked at you with awe. She stepped towards you, and kissed your cheek.

"You are so sweet."

She ran to the swings, and you pushed her as high as you could. The sound of her laughter made your heart flutter.

Eventually, she sat still and you joined her on the other swing.

Come on y/n. Say it before you lose your nerve.

"Jihyo. What exactly are we?"

"Hm?"

"I know you said you don't do dating but I don't know where we stand." You held her hands to anchor yourself.

"Jihyo I'm in love with you. Every moment I spend with you, I keep falling. And I'm sorry to spring this on you out of the blue but keeping this bottled up started to hurt. I feel lighter after getting all of this out but please don't feel pressured-"

Jihyo embraced you tightly, before caressing your cheek.

"I love you too, y/n."

Nothing could wipe the smile off your face at the moment. Nothing.

You leaned into her touch, sighing with relief.

"I was so afraid that I would lose you if I said anything."

You reached into your bag and pulled out a sleek box.

"I have one more thing for you, as a late birthday present."

"Y/n...you've done more than enough."

"Shhh let me spoil you." You opened it and inside was a simple necklace with a Twice charm and a microphone charm engraved with their debut date.

"I know it's not some million dollar piece of jewellery, but I got this for you, so you'll always remember that all your hard work and sacrifices have paid off. And that if you haven't already experienced it, there will come a time where all nine of you will be standing on stage surrounded by your fans; and you will realise that you made it. When that moment does come, that feeling will never leave you."

You looked at her once more only to see that she was crying, which made you panic.

"Are you ok-" Jihyo pulled you towards her, and your brain short circuited as your lips connected. After a second, you relaxed into it and reciprocated.

"I must have done something exceptional in a previous life, if the universe has given me someone as extraordinary as you. Can you put the necklace on me?"

And so you did. The both of you admired it, and it was you this time, who couldn't resist stealing a kiss.

Not that Jihyo minded of course. In fact, she was eager to share many more kisses with you. And really, who were you to deny her that?

[sweetbuckybarnes]

Marry Me?

Pairings: Eleven + Mike Wheeler

Summary: Now that college is over, they head back to Hawkins for a better summer than the one they had in 1985 - and Mike asks her a very important question that would change their relationship. Forever.

Mike had his full license and was able to drive himself and the love of his life (and his girlfriend since he was 14 years old, they may have had a little blip in the summer of 1985, but he wasn't going to fully let her go after that).

He had one hand on the steering wheel, whilst the other hand was softly and warmly intertwined with El's. He took his eyes away from the road for a split second to look at the girl in the passenger seat, then back to the road and he smiled happily - still surprised that a girl as amazing as El has stayed by his side for so long.

Unknown to them, as they arrived in Hawkins, is that their hometown is experiencing a storm - much like the storm that was happening the night they met.

The ring in his pocket was currently burning a hole in his pocket, which is when he sees Mirkwood. 

He pulls the car over and looks at his girlfriend. "Wanna go for a little walk?" He asks, and she smiles at him - nodding. 

They took a short wander, looking at the trees, with an umbrella covering them. Mike couldn't really remember the exact spot where he first met the love of his life - but he knew for sure that it was Mirkwood.

He stopped for a second (thankful that he asked for Hopper's permission the last time they came to Hawkins). 

Mike woke up first, curled up into El's side, as the sun shined in through her bedroom window. Hopper had come back from Russia the Christmas of 1986, he'd gone on the date that he'd promised Joyce earlier on - and the pair bought the house that they are currently staying in, and the Byers officially moved back to Hawkins.

The young man climbed out of the soft bed, watching as El whined and rolled over - as she continued to snore softly. Every time she let out a quiet snore, Mike swears he falls more in love with her each time.

He tucked the blankets around her, making sure that she is warm, and made sure that her toes were covered and warm. She always complained about how her toes were always cold.

When he made his way down to the kitchen, he saw Hopper sat at the kitchen table drinking a cup of coffee. "Morning, Wheeler," the ageing man said, nodding to his daughter's boyfriend.

"Morning," Mike smiles and decides that asking Hopper for his permission to ask El an important question. "Hopper, sir, can I ask you something?" Mike asked as Joyce walks in, in her pyjamas.

Joyce smiles, pressing a kiss to Hopper's cheek, and ran a motherly hand through Mike's hair. "Have either of you two had breakfast?" She asks, walking and grabbing the Eggos from the freezer and the bread.

"Wheeler's got something to ask me," Hopper leaned back in his chair. He originally called Mike 'Wheeler' out of annoyance, but now it's just a habit to call him that.

Joyce turned around and looked at Mike, who was now looking paler than usual and fidgety. "Mike, honey, what's going on?" She asked, sitting in a chair next to Mike, looking at the young man who she has watched grow up before her own eyes.

"Erm... Can I get your permission..." Mike couldn't even finish what he wanted to say, because Hopper cut him off.

"I've always known that this was coming, and there was nothing I could have done to stop it," Hopper says, even though he knows he did break the pair up for a short while - but nothing could keep the pair apart (they were like a PB&J sandwich). "It doesn't matter what I say, it matters what she says, but yeah. You've got my permission to ask El to marry you," 

After Mike had stopped walking, El took a couple of steps, and when she realised that Mike wasn't walking with her, she turned around and looked at him.

"Mike?" She asked, wondering what she is doing.

"El, you know that I love you, that there is no one else for me in the world," Mike starts off, and with the number of soap operas that El watches, she never picked up that Mike was popping the question. "You are my favourite person in the world, and I honestly don't know what I would do with you," 

Her head tilted to the side with a sweet smile on her face, she was used to Mike telling her sweet things.

Then Mike got down on one knee, balancing so that his knee doesn't go into the mud, El held the umbrella in one hand and reached out to help him stay right with the other.

"El, you are the love of my life, and I can't possibly imagine my life without you. El Hopper, will you marry me?" He asks, looking up at her, the rain was getting in his eyes, but it didn't matter because the smile on El's face has widened - brightened so much and her smile could break through the clouds that it could rival the sun.

"Yes," she simply states, and Mike's face brightened as he smiled up at his now fiancé.

Mike got up and reached into his pocket to get the ring box out, El was quick to jump on the bandwagon of accepting Mike's proposal, that he didn't have enough time to get the ring box out. 

Mike had put the ring on El's finger, and they shared their first kiss as an engaged couple. 

"We're getting married!" El exclaimed, jumping and wrapped her arms around his neck. Mike also had a wide grin on his face, lifting her off the ground and spinning around.

"We're getting married!" Mike put her back to the round, and then another kiss was planted on her lips - the umbrella almost slipped from her fingers and they were getting rained on as they kissed. 

Mike and El arrive at the home where El spent the remained of her teenagehood, there were extremely happy memories in this house - they had very happy smiles on there faces.

The rest of the Party™ were stood on the porch, smiling at the final too that took their time to arrive. Hopper and Joyce were also stood on the porch, as well as Nancy, Jonathan, Steve, Robin, Holly and Karen.

All El did was raise her left hand, with a massive grin on her face and the people stood on the porch (who was their family, some blood related, but the majority aren't) cheered happily.

[imagineaworld]

mr & mrs smith | b.b

in which bucky and y/n go undercover

pairing: bucky barnes x reader, platonic/romantic undertones

word count: 2k

warnings: none

undercover missions were usually fun. coming up with a character and a backstory was something y/n enjoyed doing the night before the mission. this time, however, her character and story were already decided.

“you two,” tony stuck his head around the corner of the door into the common room and beckoned with his finger. “come with me.”

y/n shared a confused glance with bucky from across the room. they had both been sat on opposite sides of the common room, bucky reclined on an armchair, head in a book, and y/n sat in the windowsill, her head also buried in a book. 

shrugging, y/n headed after tony, bucky following suit, wondering whether they were in trouble or not. when they got to tony’s office, bucky took a seat next to y/n, bouncing his leg up and down unconsciously.

y/n put a hand on his leg. “it’s alright,” she said, flashing a reassuring smile.

bucky smiled back, awkwardly patting y/n’s hand as it rested on his leg. he never knew how to respond to physical affection.

“alright you two,” tony chucked a file across the desk to them. y/n took her hand off bucky’s leg to read through it. “got an undercover mission for you. this time, i decided your aliases.”

“what?” y/n complained. “that’s no fun.”

“quite the opposite,” tony said. “you two are in the honeymoon suite.

bucky choked in surprise. y/n’s jaw dropped.

the two weren’t the best of friends, but they weren’t enemies either. y/n was always kind to bucky, and very physical in her affection. on multiple occasions, when going to bed, she would hug everyone good night, including bucky if he was in the room. bucky tried not to think of it personally, she did it with everyone of course. but sometimes it was the only physical affection he got for days. 

“you couldn’t have picked someone more compatible? like bruce and nat?” y/n suggested.

“vision and wanda?” bucky chimed in. the thought of going on a mission with y/n made him nervous, because she made him nervous.

tony shook his head. “has to be you two. this mission requires a particular skill set. you spend the night in the honeymoon suite, plant some bugs, secret cameras, y’know?”

“why?” y/n asked.

“after you two check out, a prominent member of a terrorist organisation will check in with his equally prominent new wife. see what information you can get, hm?”

-

y/n chucked her suitcase into the trunk of the loan car. “i’m driving,” she announced.

“why you?” bucky asked, leaning against the car, dressed in dark jeans, a plain t-shirt and a zip-up hoodie to cover the majority of his metal arm.

“you’re an old man. plus you don’t have an actual licence.”

bucky protested as y/n climbed into the driver’s seat, starting the engine. grumbling to himself, he got into the passenger seat. “here you go,” he said, handing her a gold ring. “goes on your left hand.”

“yeah, i know,” y/n muttered, slipping the ring on her finger. she held her hand out, admiring the wedding band. bucky put his hand next to hers, wearing a matching band. “i always thought if i was marrying a hundred-year-old man, he’d be my sugar daddy.”

“i can buy you a coffee at starbucks,” bucky offered.

y/n chuckled. “you know what? i’ll take it.”

bucky watched y/n from the passenger side as she drove. the pair drove for an hour until they passed the nearest starbucks, where bucky bought them both a latte and a pastry for the rest of the journey. another half an hour and they arrived at the grand hotel tony had booked for them. 

they each grabbed their suitcase from the trunk. “okay, metal man,” y/n murmured. “keep your left arm hidden behind my back.”

“no shit, captain obvious.” y/n elbowed him in the side. “yeah, that’s exactly how a newlywed couple would act,” he said sarcastically. 

“okay, newlyweds starting now.”

the two walked into the hotel, suitcases in tow. bucky’s metal hand was on the small of y/n’s back, hidden from the view of the receptionist as the two of them checked in. for him, it felt strange to be touching her like that, but y/n showed no signs of even acknowledging it.

“hi,” y/n greeted sweetly, in a voice bucky had never heard before. “we’ve booked the honeymoon suite.”

the receptionist typed something into the computer. “mr and mrs smith?” she asked. bucky and y/n nodded, fake smiles plastered on their faces. “third floor, let me just get your room key,” she headed into the backroom.

“mr and mrs smith?” bucky whispered.

y/n rolled her eyes. “must have been tony’s idea of a joke,” she whispered back.

“i don’t get it.”

“never mind.”

the receptionist had returned, handing y/n a room key. “enjoy your stay,” she smiled.

“thank you,” bucky and y/n said at the same time, heading up to their room.

-

inside the honeymoon suite was beautiful. there was an expensive-looking chandelier in the middle of the ceiling, gorgeous floral wallpaper adorning the walls. on the walls also hung beautiful paintings and embellished mirrors. at the back of the room, there was a huge, decorated bed. just one.

“there’s only one bed,” bucky pointed out.

of course, there was only one bed, it’s the honeymoon suite. bucky hadn’t thought of this. 

y/n abandoned her suitcase and flopped down on the massive bed. “it’s a movie.”

“what’s a movie?” bucky asked as he sat awkwardly on the edge of the bed beside y/n.

“mr and mrs smith,” she explained. “angelina jolie and brad pitt play a husband and wife who are both assassins, but neither knows about the other because they work for different agencies. until they get assigned to kill each other.”

bucky chuckled. “sounds good, actually.”

in the golden light reflecting off the ornately carved, brushed-gold headboard, y/n looked ethereal. bucky took in her exquisite facial structure, the way her hair splayed across the pillow where she had laid, how her eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks as she closed her eyes.

“about the bed situation,” y/n said, snapping bucky back to reality as she opened her eyes to look at him. “you mind sharing? it’s pretty big and i don’t take up much space.”

bucky just shrugged, not really sure what to say.

“it’s okay if you don’t want to, you can tell me,” y/n reassured.

“no, it’s fine, honestly,” bucky replied, not entirely convincingly.

y/n got up from the bed, picked up her suitcase and opened it on the bed. she rummaged around underneath a bunch of microphones and cameras to pull out a bikini. looks like we’re filming a porno, bucky heard her mumble under her breath.

“i’m heading to the pool, wanna come?” y/n asked, disappearing into the bathroom, leaving the door slightly ajar.

bucky tapped his metal arm. “can’t.” 

when y/n came out of the bathroom, she had on a simple black bikini. she threw on an oversized shirt, grabbed her towel and her book. “alright, i won’t be too long,” she said, heading out the door.

-

happy to have some time to himself, bucky made his way out onto the balcony, taking a seat in a sun-lounger and started reading his book. it took him a while to get the image of y/n in her bikini out of his head, but eventually, he managed to focus on his book. in the midday heat, he slipped his t-shirt off over his head, shirtless in the sun.

he had been so lost in his book that he hadn’t heard y/n come back, or realised how much time had passed.

“whatcha reading?” y/n asked, surprising bucky. she was sat on the sun-lounger on the other side of the balcony, her shirt also discarded on the floor like buckys.

“i didn’t hear you come in,” bucky murmured.

“that’s the point,” y/n shrugged, opening up her book.

“to kill a mockingbird,” bucky answered her question. “saw it on a list of ‘ten books everyone should read’. have you read it?”

“yeah,” y/n used her hand to shield her eyes from the sun as she looked at bucky. “i really liked it. you enjoying it?”

“so far,” he said.

y/n diverted her attention back to her book, but bucky found it difficult to do the same. y/n’s body was exposed, leaving little to the imagination. bucky wasn’t yet used to the new way women dressed nowadays. he most certainly wasn’t complaining though. her hair was damp, slicked back and trickling droplets across her bronzed skin. her face was makeup-free, glowing in the sunlight. her long legs...

“what?” y/n asked, noticing bucky staring at her.

his cheeks flushed as he mumbled, “nothing.”

“i can cover up if it makes you more comfortable?” she offered, not unkindly.

“no, it’s fine,” he spoke louder now. “i think it’s great that women can wear whatever they want now.”

“you sure?” she checked.

bucky cleared his throat, closing his book. “yeah. i’m gonna take a cool shower now anyway, too hot.”

he headed inside, leaving y/n in her bikini on the balcony. 

-

by late evening, y/n and bucky had ordered room service for dinner and were now sat opposite each other on the humungous ornate couches. between them was a glass coffee table, holding two glasses of red wine. bucky was already on his second glass.

"so," y/n said, making conversation. "you think nat and bruce will ever make it official?"

bucky looked confused. "is it not already official?"

y/n shook her head. "nat talks my ear off about it, how she's not sure if she should make the first move or wait for him to." 

y/n wore a pink silk pyjama shirt and matching shorts, exposing her long legs, which she crossed in front of her as she sat. she took a large gulp of wine and carefully topped up her glass. bucky wore dark sweatpants and a dark t-shirt.

“why don’t you have a boyfriend?” he asked, the wine giving him an edge.

y/n looked slightly amused. “what?” 

“why don’t you have a boyfriend? or girlfriend?” he added.

“i guess i haven’t found the right person,” y/n shrugged.

he contemplated this for a moment. “so, are you...” bucky cut himself off. “never mind. none of my business.”

y/n knew exactly what he was going to ask. “a virgin? no, i’m not. you?”

“no.”

“i didn’t think so,” y/n said with a smile.

bucky frowned. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“well, have you looked in the mirror? you’re not exactly ugly,” she said with a laugh.

bucky wasn't sure how to interpret that. he wasn't used to compliments, nor was he used to speaking so openly about sex. did that mean y/n thought he was good-looking? perhaps he hadn't been mistaken all those times he thought y/n hugged him just a bit longer than everyone else.

he didn't say anything, just poured himself some more wine. 

"why don't you have a girlfriend? or boyfriend?" y/n threw bucky's question back to him.

bucky thought for a while. he hadn't really thought about having a relationship. he didn't think anyone would want to be with someone with as much baggage as he has. but he didn't want to share that with y/n. "haven't exactly figured out this modern dating," he said, taking a sip of wine. "don't like the idea of going on a date with someone i haven't even met." 

"i tried it once," y/n confided. "nat dared me, a few weeks ago. didn't go very well." 

bucky raised his eyebrows. "why not?"

"men are pigs," y/n shrugged, not wanting to go into much more detail.

perhaps she wasn't interested in bucky then like he had thought for a second there. ask now, he thought, while its the topic of conversation.

"there's got to be someone you like though?" he asked.

he watched her shoulders rise and fall as she sighed, contemplating. "it's not a priority for me, i guess. if i find someone, cool. but i'm not looking. i think love just happens sometimes, you can't always look for it."

"i'm sorry your date didn't go well," bucky spoke lowly. "anyone would be lucky to have you."

y/n chuckled. "you think?"

"i do."

"you're real sweet, you know that?" y/n smiled softly at bucky. "anyone would be lucky to have you, too.”

[2018shawn]

prosecco courage

warnings: unprotected sex bc they’ve had the discussion in my head prior to this night so if you haven’t wrap before you tap folks. smut obvs, swearing, light choking and a boy giving into a girls persistent ways

a/n: asbfjasds I feel like I'm so bad at smut I'm so sorry but nevertheless, here is 5k of it bc the live tonight finally got me to finish it. @shawnsmoose​ sent me an smol request about 20 years ago, so here it is n I'm sorry I don’t feel like I captured the choking very well sooooo big laughs 🥵👀 we’re here for a good time not a long time peace out x

Tom looked at the picture on his phone for probably the 176th time since you’d sent him it earlier this evening. Your phone was held in one of your hands, pointing towards the mirror to take the picture, a glass of prosecco in the other. Your body was covered in nothing but a matching, red lace underwear set, clinging to and showing off each asset of yours. He’d seen you in it once before and lost his shit back then and as it turns out – nothing has changed. Groaning and throwing his head back against his headboard, he tossed his phone aside, trying to get back to concentrating on writing the script in front of him. Deadlines were a bitch.

You, on the other hand, were in the corner of a club downtown, the red lace underwear covered by your sexiest black dress and topped off with patent, nude heels and matching bag. It was fun; the amount of alcohol you’d consumed soaking into your veins made it more fun that what you’d anticipated. You wanted nothing more than to go about your usual Saturday routine – face mask, bubble bath and your comfiest pyjamas. Or you most recent routine – face mask, bubble bath, your sexiest pyjamas and fucking the living daylights out of Tom.

The music was booming, the group of your girlfriends enjoying their time as they huddled around their booth, topping up their drinks from the ice-cold bucket in the middle of the table. You pulled your phone out your bag, feeling more annoyed as you clicked on your conversation with Tom seeing he hadn't sent anymore messages. After you’d sent the picture, he’d simply replied, be careful, let me know if you need picking up 💙

What a way to make you feel stupid, for not replying to the picture you’d sent to him. It had taken you almost half a bottle of prosecco before you’d even headed out the door to pluck up the courage to press send. It only spurred you on to drink more, to forget about embarrassing yourself to someone who wasn’t even your boyfriend yet. The more you drank, the more you thought he probably had girls throwing themselves at him; as much as he says he’s only seeing you, who’s to say he’s not the same as every other man you’ve dated?

It was getting to almost 1 o’clock, which you were proud of as a very rare clubber, but your drinking was slowing down, your stomach feeling full of fizz. Normally, you’d be straight on the phone to Tom, asking him to come get you but what was the point if he didn’t even want to see a picture of you. You gulped the rest of your drink in one go, picking up your bag and leather jacket – because London was cold in the winter – giving the girls the heads up you were leaving.

Several pleads to stay and hugs from your closest friends later, you were heading out of the packed club, heading to the taxi rank just metres away from the club entrance. Tom picked his phone up after another thirty minutes of working some more, his brain coming to a halt with words, only being able to think of you and that damn picture. He knew if he replied and gave you the response you wanted, you’d cancel your night out and turn up at his place, which he didn’t want you to do. He wanted you to go and have a good time, you needed it after how much you’d been working and grafting, so he’d finally persuaded you to go with them, telling you he’d be here plenty of other nights for you casual date night. He told himself he awake this late on a Saturday night, working, because he wanted to get the script finished. The reality was, he was awake this late on a Saturday because you still hadn’t replied and he needed to know you were okay. 

The taxi driver smiled at you as you sunk into the back seat of the black cab, “where to, miss?”-

A loud knock on Tom’s door at just gone 1:30am was the happy interruption he wanted for him to be able to close his finally close his laptop. He trudged to the door, wiping his eyes in an attempt to wipe away the heavy, sleepy feeling. He pulled off the chain, twisting the lock before tugging the door open, only hoping it was you the other side. And there you stood, your arms wrapped around your body to protect yourself from the cold and tom could understand why, the cold air hitting his bare top half, making him tense up. “Y/N?” He asked, blinking his eyes as if he was imagining.

“You’re an arse,” you spat, storming past him into the familiar warmth of his home. Despite your clear annoyance, he smiled at your presence, closing the door swiftly behind you to stop anymore heat from escaping.

“Excuse me?” He watched as you headed straight for the staircase, you high heels clicking over the hardwood floor before you kicked them off, tossing them to the side. Your hips swayed a little more than normal as you started your journey up his stairs, not caring that your dress rode up a little more than it had all evening. “And where are you going?”

“I need to pee,” you simply shouted, not bothering the turn around and look at him before disappearing out of his view.

He supposed he was meant to follow you, not very often dealing with the stubborn side of you thus far into your (not official) relationship. So he did just that. Locking up downstairs and switching all the lights off because he assumed you’d soon be crashed out on his bed, if the smell of alcohol as you drifted past him was anything to go by. The sound of the toilet flushing filled the empty silence before you reappeared, head leaning around his bedroom door to see where he was. On the bed, tom let his legs dangle of the foot of the bed, laying backwards with his arms flung across his face. You cleared you throat, and he removed his arms from over his eyes, sitting up and leaning on his forearms. The sweatpants that hung low on his hips, displaying the band of his boxers, were a total distraction from you being mad at him and he knew it.

“I’m an arse?” He asked, repeating your previous phrase with a hint of confusion in his tone.

You leaned against the door frame, still yet to enter his room as your arms crossed in front of you, body language telling him that you meant what you said, “Yeah.”

“And why is that?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow as you put all your body weight onto one side, your other leg bending at the knee. His eyes couldn’t help but wander over your body and admire the way the dress clung to your frame so perfectly and normally, he’d be ripping it off you, but he wasn’t sure you wanted that from him right now.

“You ignored my picture.” Oh so this is what it’s about he thought to himself, a smirk subconsciously appearing on his lips. He got up from where he was sprawled on the bed and walked over to you, his hand snaking around your waist, all the time keeping the cocky smile on his lips. “Don’t smile, you jerk. I felt stupid! I felt… like you didn’t want the picture. Like I was just some other stupid girl that had fallen head over heels for you and was trying to woo you. It was humiliating…” you hiccupped, your hand coming up to cover your mouth, “… and now I’m really drunk because some guy bought everyone at the table drinks and I wasn’t gonna but I though hey, if Tom doesn’t want the attention then someone else sure as hell…” His lips crashed on to yours, stopping you before you let anything else leave you mouth. He hated to hear that he made you feel stupid. He hated even more that you felt like you needed to get the attention from another guy, but he couldn’t say too much because, technically, you weren’t officially his.

He pulled his lips away, licking off the taste of jägerbombs and vodka, letting his forehead rest against yours. “You know, I had to stop myself from looking at that picture and being a horny teenager all night. If I replied what I really want to reply, you wouldn’t have gone out and had a good time.”

“I need to sit down.” You demanded, and you didn’t know if it was the alcohol that was making you dizzy or if it was just the way he just won you over every single time. He laughed softly, pulling your arm and sitting you on the bed.

“I’ll be right back,” he told you before disappearing out of the room, returning minutes later with two bottles of water and some medicine in his hand, “take these.” He handed you two small pills, opening the bottle for you as you popped them into your mouth. He helped you in drinking some water, his spare hand resting under your chin and tilting it back as you let the ice-cold liquid wash down the medication.

For the first time of the evening, your lips curled up into a smile as a way of saying thank you as he put the bottles of water on the bedside table, your stubborn personality restricting you from saying it out loud. “He asked for my number...” you don’t know why you were saying it, because at the time you turned your back to the creepy stranger and pulled a sicky face, and you most definitely were not interested. The only thing you was interested in was getting some form of reaction from Tom. But it was as if you’d forgotten the words he’d spoken to you before you felt like you was about to throw up everywhere.

“Pardon?” You words stopped him dead in his tracks as he was about to walk past you, stopping striaght in front of you instead. He didn’t say it aggressively, he didn’t say it like he was annoyed, but you knew he was saying it just to make you repeat yourself for the sake of it.

“He... I’m...” suddenly you felt nervous and gulped as Tom hovered over you, looking down as you sat on the bed, staring into his torso because you were too scared to make eye contact. His body was insane, even more so when he’s stood directly in front of you and your eyes can’t even manage to look away. Each pair of abdominal muscles felt warm against your cold finger tips, the feeling of him tense underneath you sending a flush of heat to your core. His hand wrapped around your wrist, putting a pause on any gentle touches you were giving him. Your eyes finally pulled away from his chiseled feautures, slowly drifting up until they connected with his. “He asked for my number.”

“And what did you say, darling?” His voice was soft, again, not like he was annoyed. You kind of wanted him to be annoyed though, you wanted him to want you as much as you wanted him.

“I… I said I was seeing somebody else.” You couldn’t help but rebel against his grasp, wriggling your hand out of his firm grip and returning it to his lower stomach. Fingers traced the waistband of his sweats, and you thought the outline of his dick was more prominent that is was before. You wanted to show him that you wanted to be his because rejecting one other guy was just not enough.

“Love…” he started, grabbing your wrist again, “not whilst you’re this drunk.” You rolled your eyes and threw yourself back to the bed, landing with a thud against the feathery duvet. “I’m gonna get you some clothes.”

In all honesty, he couldn’t look at you for a minute longer because he wanted to rip the stupid, perfect dress off and have you underneath – or on top, whatever, he wasn’t fussy – him all night long. He knew he was bad with words; he knew he never let on his true feelings and that’s probably why he’s had so many failed attempts in the past. But you were different, he was closer to telling you how he felt more than he ever had been with anyone else. His shadow disappeared from over you, and you sat back up, watching the way his back tensed as he walked over to his wardrobe. Sifting through several drawers, he picked up a couple of options, assessing a few items to see if they were too big for you. He’d liked the fact you told the other guy you were seeing somebody. In fact, he loved it.

You sighed, wishing he’d put on a stupid top if he didn’t want you to pounce on him anytime soon. The black dress that covered your body, was being tugged over your head messily by your arms, almost getting yourself stuck in the mesh material. He still had his back to you as you threw it to the floor, smoothing your fingers over your body whilst assessing the presentation of that red lace underwear.

“You know, I really did have to stop myself, with that picture. You looked fucking incredible, Y/N.” He said the words whilst he had the courage to say them, usually defeated by his inside voice when it came to discussing how he felt. “I think I picked my phone up about…” He turned around, sweats and a t-shirt in his hands and his jaw clenched. His eyes widened at the sight before him; you lay on his bed, on your stomach, with your legs crossed in the air and head resting in the palm of your hands. You can imagine cringing at yourself in the morning, because being sexy didn’t come naturally to you.

“Babe, please don’t make this harder than it already is” he laughed, placing the comfy outfit on the corner of the bed.

“Make what harder?” You looked up innocently, through your fluttery lashes, putting on the most delicate voice you could muster. He admired your body, tanned and smooth. The freckles on your back he’d once spent all afternoon counting – around 57, if you’re wondering – were only partially covered by the strap of your bra, which stood out immensely against your skin. The matching bright red panties adorned your hips perfectly, sculpting around your curvy hips and peachy derriere.

“Come here, let’s get you dressed,” he held out his hand, which although you didn’t want to, you took, shuffling yourself up to sit on your knees at the end of the bed.

“But I don’t wannaaaaaaa” you whined, quivering your lower lip.

“But you gottaaaaaa” he mimicked you, sticking his tongue out. That damn tongue. Could be put to better use somewhere else, you thought, giggling to yourself like a little lovestruck teenager as he just shot you a look at you amusing yourself.

If god was real, he was stood in front of you, attempting to get you to bed.

When you reached over to the short pile of clothes he’d placed on the end of the bed for you and pushed them off the edge, so they landed in a pile on the floor, he rolled his eyes. “Oops.” You shrugged. Your fingers found the waistband of his sweats again and he was getting tired of fighting you off. It not that he didn’t want you, because he’d be crazy not to, but he just didn’t want to take advantage of your current tipsy state, he’d been brought up better than that. You pulled at his joggers, making him tumble forwards towards you, already cringing at your desperate and needy voice. “Why don’t you want me… Tommy?”

The nickname was all it took to leap on top of you, pinning you down. His hand held around your neck, holding your head still as you flopped back against the bed sheets yet again. If you’d have known, you’d have said it sooner. You couldn’t help but smirk, your constant nagging finally getting you somewhere. His other hand kept him from crushing your body, holding up his weight above you. His eyes were lustful, like he’d switched personalities in a matter of seconds.

“You don’t think I want you?” He asked, voice quiet but rough. His breath felt hot against your skin, and you wriggled underneath him for a brief moment, until he moved his hand from your neck and snaked it down your body, making sure to take his time until he got to your wetting centre. He cupped whatever of you he could, his warm hands meeting your warm core creating the most uncontrollable heat between you.

“No. I don’t.” you spoke, with a hint of bratiness portraying in your words even though you felt like melted butter beneath him. A quiet tut left his mouth and you think it was followed by a dark chuckle, but you couldn’t be sure because you’d zoned into a world of desperation. Your hips bucked up against his hand, only briefly getting more pressure from him.

“Fuck this,” he spat, crashing down onto your lips, his thumb tracing the outline of your swollen folds through the material of your damp panties. He didn’t want to give in, he thought he could be better than that, but you made it too damn impossible for him to going about a normal nightly routine without being so irresistible.

A whimper fell from your plump lips as he pulled away, instantly attaching to the skin on your neck where a faint red mark had formed from where he had grabbed you. He soothed the area with his lips, tongue lapping across the sensitive area. The strain against his sweatpants was getting intense, digging into the inner of your thighs the further down your body his lips travelled. You muttered a string of words, squirming beneath him.

His hand came from your aching middle, fiercely reaching up and cupping your breast like he was holding onto it for dear life. Beneath the lace covering, your nipple hardened as he caressed you through the fabric, teasing it in between his nimble fingers. He got off on seeing you pleased, he knew that, you knew that, hell, even Sandra next door fucking knew that. So when his lips didn’t stop at your stomach and continued further south, you knew you could count your blessings and say goodbye to your bratty attitude. With one hand, he tugged your underwear to the side, tracing your damp folds with his fingers. “Tom…” You breathed, desperate for his touch. He smirked, not that you could see, as his head bowed further into the valley of your legs.

Replacing where his fingers had been, his tongue followed suit of his digits, tracing your dripping folds and circling your throbbing clit. That was the first squeal of pleasure you let out, mouth dropping wide and hands coming up to his freshly shaved hair. You were annoyed he had to shave it off, wanting nothing more to run your fingers through his floppy brown hair and tug away at it. Grabbing the next best thing, your fingers bunched up as much of the duvet as they could grab as he continued to tease your entrance, the roughness of his buzzcut brushing against your inner thighs. Reapplying pressure from his fingers caused your second squeal, your chest showing your heavy breathing and back arching into him. He squeezed your breast intensely in an attempt to communicate with you whilst his mouth was busy elsewhere. If this is where being drunk got you, you thought you’d start drinking every day, because never before has he loved and performed with such hungry passion like this.

The sound of his lips working against your cunt was the only thing filling the room, other than the sounds of your whimpers and whines. The vibrations shuddered through your body as he hummed into you, his hand trying to reach further up and find a place back on your neck. He noted your heavier breathing and the way your legs wrapped around his shoulders, getting tighter by the second. He knew you well enough to know that he could make you cum, just from using his mouth, but he didn’t want that. He wanted to push you, like you had pushed him.

When he was unsuccessful in reaching to your collar, he pulled away from your ridiculously wet core, sucking on your clit and pulling away with a pop, regaining his breath and wiping his mouth on the sheets beneath him. “You really do want me, huh?” He smirked, crawling up until he was face to face with you, admiring your flushed and rosy cheeks. Your teeth captured your bottom lip, nodding silently to his question, feeling unsatisfied with the lack of touch. He sat up on his knees, in between your legs, and tugged at the waistband of his sweats and boxers, pulling them down his legs, for what felt like the longest time, until his member popped free and you’re suddenly aware of how wet you are for him, feeling your panties stick to you.

“P-please, Tom” you breathe, hands releasing the ball of material in your hands and reaching up for him. He snaps your hands away, still annoyed by your persistent plan to get him to this point and he pushes them above your head, your arms stretched out as much as can be.

“Get up.” He demanded, moving back away from you to give you enough room to slide out. You remained stuck to the bed, however, confused by his sudden instructions. Was he kicking you out? Had you literally been that desperate he didn’t wanna do it?

“Huh?” You questioned as he shuffled back on his knees until his legs could slide off the foot of the bed, landing on the floor with his sweat’s puddled around his ankles.

“Get up.” He repeated, same tone but slightly higher volume. You sat up, wiggling your bum until your legs also fell over the edge of the bed. Your legs were wide, his body inbetween them as he traced his hand up your skin, starting at the valley of your breasts and finishing at your neck. His large hand cupped your jaw, and it the most delicately forceful way possible, he put pressure onto you, forcing your body to stand upright as you followed the direction of his touch. As soon as you were stood, legs threatening to buckle beneath you any minute, he once again soothed over the red mark around your jaw, relaxing his tongue against your skin.

Your arms bent around to your back, fingers clasping at the buckle of your bra, until he he caught you, pulling his head sharply away from your neck and capturing your wrists in his hands. “No,” he said, voice gentle this time, as if you were about to walk out the door and never come back.

“No?” You asked, relaxing your shoulder and letting your arms drop to your side.

“No.” He repeated, more definite with his tone of voice this time. “You wanted me to see this little ensemble...” His hands pointed over your body before they found your hips, twisting your body round 180° so you were facing the bed, your back facing his front. You got his gist, mentally cursing yourself as you was reminded of the picture. You were thankful for the alcohol, though. You wern’t sure you’d be so confident in it without the help of your little friend, prosecco.

You bent forewords, walking your hands across the bed until you were happy you were bent over far enough, your ass higher in the air than the rest of your body. Blonde curls slinked over your shoulder as you turned your head, and what you saw was nothing but a beautiful sight. 

Toms arm tensed as his hand wrapped around his hardened length, a groan of pleasure leaving his lips from the anticipated touch. He pumped himself a few times as he admired the way the lace decorated the curves of your ass; the Brazilian fitting showed off the creases of your hips and the soft natural stretch marks which he could spend hours kissing. His bottom lip was sucked in by his teeth and you reciprocated the action, staring up lustfully at him.

You wanted to beg. You wanted to push your ass back so you could feel his cock against you. But before you had time to decide if that was a wise idea, he took two small steps foreword, lining himself up with the centre of your body. You sucked in air, stomach knotting with butterflies as you waited for him where you most needed him. At tap from his hand on your ass jolted your body forwards, falling onto your forearms and chest flush against the bed.

You didn’t dare look back, not knowing how much more of him you could look at before you jumped ship and ended up getting yourself off. The feel of him pushing your pants to the side made you jump, a gasp escaping you as he ran his index finger up your folds, making sure you were wet enough. Satisfied with how he’d made you dripping with juices, he nudged the tip of his cock against you. Simultaneously, you both let out a moan, both needing it as much as each other. When he pushed into you, at the slowest pace possible to let you adjust around him, he gripped his right hand around your hip to hold you in place.

He began slow, grunting behind you each time you pushed back onto him. A string of unforgivable words left your mouth as you kept a straight posture, noting how the headboard smashed against the back wall as his thrusts grew deeper, the sound synchronised with the sound of his hips smashing against your ass. He released your hip, reaching forward and grabbing a fistful of your bouncy hair. Tugging your hair towards his body, you squealed as your head followed, back arching in the most flexible manner. Whilst keeping hold of your hair, he reached further round, grabbing the front of your neck to keep you from falling foreward to the bed.

The feeling of him clutching onto your neck sent your mind into overdrive although you struggled to spit out an approving moan, your throat being restricted by the pressure of his hand. Your legs began to quiver, bucking beneath you. Tom flipped you over in one swift movement, hand remaining on your neck the entire time as he thrusted back into you, hating the feeling of being out of you; even 2 seconds was too long. He held you there, by your throat, reminding himself that you were here, with him, and not that stupid guy at the club. He wanted you to know he was holding onto you because he never wanted you think about another guy again. He wanted you to know that he felt utterly awful for not making you feel as good as you should about that picture. He wanted you to know, that he wanted you. 

He felt himself getting close, more so now he was face to face with you, adoring how your mouth fell open, lustful eyes meeting his. When you bit your lip and giggled, he couldn’t understand how he was on top of, choking you and fucking you until you forgot about the sleazy guy at the bar, yet you could be the cutest human on the planet. He relaxed his hand, swiping his thumb over your lip in what you found to be more of a delicate moment compared to the ones he’d been showing you all night. His head bobbed down, lips hovering over yours as he spoke quietly. “I want you.” He breathed, tensing and twitching as you wrapped your legs around him, “so fucking much.”

His words were genuine, but you couldn’t understand. He had you. Underneath him. In his bedroom. At 2am on a Sunday morning. “You’ve got me.” You breathed, fingers playing with the hair -or lack of - at the nape of his neck as he rested his forehead on yours. He felt sticky, but you were sure that you did too. 

“All the time?” He asked with a quiver in his voice, but you put it down the the fact you were both on the edge of a climax. You just nodded, biting your lip to stifle a squeal at both your orgasm and excitement of his words. His hips didn’t stop or slow down like you expected them and you knew you were on the brink of finishing, fingers clutching and digging into his back at an attempt to hold on longer. 

“Tom... I- I’m-” You struggled to talk, cutting your sentence short and interrupting yourself with a scream, your eyes rolling back and squeezing shut. He breathed into the crook of your neck, a small mmhmm humming through hip lips in agreement. When his rhythm slowed as hips jolted fewer times, but with more deep and powerful thrusts, he nudged your spot, leaving you crumbling beneath him whilst a string of ohmygod’s and fuck-tom’s left you, your voice shaking in tune with your legs. 

Your hips jolted upwards as your came around from your climax, pushing into him as he experienced his own. His arm snaked round your back, pulling you into him as if you lifting up to meet his thrusts wasn’t enough, before he was moaning in your ear, sending shivers through your body like nothing you’ve ever known.

Neither of you knew how long you’d been there; him on top and still inside you and you catching your breath beneath him. But you both did know, is that you wanted to be there for forever more. It was maybe minutes until he rolled out of you, flopping back onto the bed with a satisfied groan. He still had an arm underneath you, and he tugged it, rolling you onto your side and further into his body. You aching centre felt sore, but very well loved and you couldn’t help but smile. “So... about that guy at the bar?”

“What about him?” Your eyebrows furrowed, not expecting that to be the first thing to come up after having mind blowing sex. 

“I’m gonna fuck him up for speaking to my girl.”

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Girl’s Club

Everglow AU: 7th member

Mya/Enya x Everglow

Mya during her first Everglow girl’s night.

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“Your pyjamas are so cute!” Yiren squealed as Mya walked into the living room.

Mya looked down. They were fluffy pink shorts with a matching pullover, and were the coziest thing she owned.

“Thanks!” She laughed. “I bought them yesterday.”

“And you didn’t get us any.” Sihyeon shook her head. “I’m hurt.”

Mya laughed, setting the bowl of popcorn on the floor and snuggling into the corner of the couch. “I didn’t think it was your style.”

“Of course it is.” Yiren leaned over, rubbing her face into Mya’s shoulder. “It’s so soft!”

“I know.” Mya smiled. “We should go tomorrow and everyone can pick out a colour.”

“What are we picking out?” EU’s voice carried through the apartment.

“Did you guys get food?” Aisha came out of the bedroom, sniffing expectantly.

Mia entered the living room, holding up a plastic bag. “I think we bought every type of dumpling soup that they had.”

“Is that what you guys normally do for movie nights?” Mya laughed, leaning into Yiren’s side.

“It’s special because you’re here.” Onda emerged from the kitchen, holding a plate of veggies. “Your first movie night as an official member of Everglow.”

“And no one will tell me what movie we’re watching.” Mia reminded. “Anyone?”

“Do you guys want to watch Suzy’s new movie?” EU suggested. “It’s on netflix.”

“Sure.” Aisha nodded, having already taken the bag of food and was sorting it out on the floor. “As long as you guys are ready to watch it now, because I’m starving.”

“We’ll go get changed.” EU said. “Don’t start eating without us.”

Aisha pouted, staring longingly at the bowls of soup. “I’m so hungry.”

“Do you want licorice?” Yiren offered.

“You have some?” Aisha’s eyes lit up.

Yiren tugged on Mya’s pigtail. “Can she have some?”

Mya held a finger to her lips, before sneakily reaching down the front of her shirt. She removed a string of licorice and held it down to Aisha.

“Is that...always there?” Aisha asked, taking the candy from her.

Mya nodded. “It’s kinda my thing.”

“What’s your thing?”

Aisha shoved the candy in her mouth as Mia walked back into the room.

“Soup.” Mya said smoothly. “I love it.”

“Good, we weren’t sure but figured it would be a good dinner for movie night.” Mia started passing out the little styrofoam containers. Mindful of how hot is was, Mya made little sweater paws before she took it.

“What’s you favourite food, Mimi?” Onda asked. After overhearing a  facetime call between Mya and Dongpyo, she’d adopted the nickname Mimi for her own. Not that Mya minded, because honestly it made her feel a little less homesick.

“Hmmm,” Mya held a dumpling up with her chopsticks and blew on it to cool it down. “I really like all food. But I think my favourite food since coming to Korea has been kimbap.”

“Really, but it’s so simple.” EU took a bit of her soup. 

“I like it because it’s easy to eat.” Mya explained. “I can just nom away at it.”

“You don’t get to pick the food for movie nights.” Sihyeon decided. “We want more than kimbap.”

“Can I bring snacks next time at least?” Mya asked hopefully. “There’s a really good Japanese grocery store near the company and they have these little cookies that I-”

“YES!” Aisha clapped her hands. “Bring cookies next time.”

“I will.” Mya laughed, biting into her dumpling. She chewed for a few seconds before asking her next question. “So...how do movie nights usually work?”

“We eat.” EU announced. “And then we watch.”

“We usually do facemasks too.” Onda said. “And sometimes we end up watching two movies.”

“Not tonight though.” Sihyeon begged. “Just one because I’m tired.”

“I was up late last night too,” Mya said quietly. “So I’m a little sleepy.”

“Why were you up late?” Onda asked.

“You were watching something, right?” Mia said.

“Yeah,” Mya rubbed her arm. “I’m rewatching Sailor Moon.”

They blinked.

“Is that why you always wear your hair in space buns?” Yiren asked.

Mya nodded. “I’ve loved that show since I was little.”

“I haven’t seen it in forever.” Mia said. “I remember loving it.”

“Me too!” Onda smiled. “It was so good. I always wanted to be Sailor Venus.”

“We should watch it for our next movie night.” Aisha suggested. “With Mya’s Japanese cookies.”

“And kimbap?” Mya asked hopefully.

“No...with real food.” Sihyeon protested.

Mya pouted. “I’ll just bring my own then.”

Yiren leaned close. “I don’t think you can fit that in your bra.”

“Watch me.”

[bangtansfavwriter]

💘bangtan as boyfriends: jungkook💘

-oh my god this soft boy

-still can't quite believe you guys are dating and sometimes still blushes very heavily when you kiss him

- it took ages for him to ask you out and he probably wouldn't have done it without a pep talk from seokjin who hyped him up before you and jungkook went on a date together

- he was so timid and tripped over his words a lot, so when you asked "are you saying we should start dating?" he went "oh my god yES PLS"

-he know tells everyone that you asked him out first bc "the golden maknae of bts, bangtan sonyeondan, behind the scene, world's best band tbh has to be asked out"

seokjin: makes sense, bc said golden maknae looked like he was gonna pass tf out before you two met

jk: .. hyung why you.... I asked y/n out!

seokjin: lies

you: he did... kinda

seokjin: LIES

jk: I find your lack of faith disturbing, hyung..

seokjin: nerd 😚

jk: 😔✊🏼

- a nerd indeed, but cuteee

- very loyal, it already took him long enough to call you his, so he sure af won't give you up

- also very selfless, he loves helping you out with whatever you need help with... even when you don't ask for it

- like when you had a project due and you were stressing out about it bc you had no time for anything else and stuff... he was really worried you'd skip meals to do your work, so he made sure that you'd eat by either coming to your place or calling/texting you, whenever he couldn't come over personally

-he was afraid he'd bother you while you do your work so he was always very cautious but you reassured him it's fine

-but you felt bad bc you couldn't talk much while doing your work... he looked at you and smiled: "it's ok, I'll write some lyrics maybe.. and you do you. we'll give each other strength with our presence, alright?" he started laughing when you got up and cozied up to him. you spent the next 10 mins cuddling, as this was the only reasonable thing to do after he was being so sweet. "so much for no distractions, hm?"

- you still got your work done btw, so no worries

- movie nights are a huge thing for you two, your range is broad af but mostly consists of marvel, disney and studio ghibli. he has a thing for 80s movies tho, felt ferris bueller on a personal level

- cried when he watched the princess diaries for the first time and will end u if anyone hears about it

-rather savage irl but he cries during some movies, especially when he's tired, he gets emotional and even whiny

- for example: he was very sleepy when you first watched the mandalorian together and you swear he started weeping when he first saw baby yoda and he's been obsessed ever since btw

- very thoughtful and caring

- remembers the smallest things about you, will bring you your fav ben&jerry's when you feel down and enjoys the fact that you look at him like the saint he is

- also memorizes your habits and reads your body language so well that it still surprises you even after all the time you've been dating

-you poke his cheeks on any given occasion and kiss his nose, he's not quite sure why but he enjoys it too

- his hugs are just warm ... they make you feel like everything will be ok

- many pancake mornings together

- will never ever forget any birthday or anniversary, he once did tho and he still beats himself up about it but he was busy as hell during that time so you were ok with it in hindsight (which was greatly appreciated bc he truly felt awful)

- very down-to-earth, it doesn't have to be all fancy with him, he's doing just fine with netflix and ramen

- your personal laundry fairy

- looots of laughter and giggles with this one, always cracking jokes

- you guys have like 48394 insides jokes

you: hey.. hey

jk: ?

you: second goose right left

jk: LMAOOOOO WOFT

you: LMAOOO

jk and you: -dying-

rm: this sounds like some terror code

hobi: or a stroke

- sends u memes at 3am, his go-to are kermit memes as reaction memes, he sometimes forgets to use actual words tbh

you: kook, i can't come over today, working late :( but tomorrow is fine tho, you free ?

jk: -kermit crying under the shower meme-

you: jungkook, words pls

jk: oh sorry babe, yeah im free 🤗

- either uses the cutest nicknames or the weirdest which are pretty cute when he explains it (like left shark "bc you stand out")

- displays of 'strong manly man' when he picks you up, and spins you around only to kiss you --- displays of 'babie boy's when pouts until you give him attention or your last pockys ("we can share, you know 👀" - "oh worm? 👀")

- a true romantic deep down, he once surprised you when he decorated your entire house with candles and flowers bc he knew you had a tough time and you legit just started crying. he was overwhelmed for a sec but knew this was just bottled up emotions and relief coming through so he just smiled and hugged you until you calmed down."it's alright, love... let me take care of you." you nodded and smiled at him, while wiping your tears away. "you're the sweetest, you know that?" - "well, obviously. but fire safety was never my forte, so let's be careful, ok?" he said and you both started laughing.

-sings to you very very often, get used to it, even when you're not right next to him you can still hear him humming from afar and it makes always makes u smile

-you two are fiercely competitive, there is no "it's just a game"... you guys play mario, sonic, rayman etc and there's always a whole lot of screaming

-there was a time namjoon jin got so fed up with this that he took the playstation away (+ mario kart) and jungkook and you had to find other gaming options

-some examples of truth or dare sessions between you (in the safety of your own home):

you: i dare you to dance to begin

jk, in his pyjamas: wha- ... no!

you: truth it is, then. what was the dumpling incident about?

jk: nevermind, I'll do the dance.

you: squeeze the ketchup bottle empty with your thighs.

jk: ?????? jesus, you take your kinks to a whole knew level. choose something else, the stains will be nasty as hell.

you: wear booty shorts👀

jk: you wants thighs and booty, huh? 👀

you: you bet 👀👀

(a blessed day for u tbh)

jk: babe, i dare you to dance to fire.

you: ?????? well, I can try, but you should get me an inhaler, my lung capacity may not suffice for this

(jungkook laughed so hard when did it that he was the one that needed an inhaler)

-takes lots and loots of pics of you when you're together and of the location you went together , posts the view on twitter sometimes and jokes about you two being official (to fans) without really being official

- you two go on walks together, have coffee shop dates, go to concerts (and go fckn feral when u go see iu), visit art galleries where you mostly imitate everything and touch things you shouldn't touch, go to karaoke places ... and you also do art together! that was actually his idea were he bought a shitload of acrylic paint and huge linen sheets and you had your first painting date, which has become a tradition ever since.

- something that jungkook absolutely loves and appreciates is that you guys never run out of topics to talk about

-the intellectual stimulation he gets from you is pretty much unmatched and that's also something that made him realise he's into you before you started dating

- 2 sides of the same coin: smart, charming and kind // absolute crackhead (remember the vid with his goggles? vids like that are now your exclusive content from yours truly)

- once chased down chickens when you visited a village together and ran away screaming when a huge ass rooster chased after him ( u filmed it ofc)

- lives for dramatics, gains new life power on Halloween when you two do shenanigans on bighit's annual party

- he loves the fact that you're still a child at heart and that you're not too stuck up to scare hobi and jin with michael myers masks on (but you did feel pretty bad about it when hobi almost fainted)

- you're super savage when you want to be and he loves it when you are... ngl... you being assertive and all kinda turns him on lmaoo

-your green card to get him to laugh whenever was saying "you sexy beast" and he'd forget whatever issue you were having before, as long as it wasn't something too important obviously

-loves you show you off, especially when you guys are all dolled up and ready for a night out "look at us being all sexy and shit, like, how dare we look this hot, jimin-hyung hates it when someone looks hotter than him" - "hmmm kook, imagine if I'd have jimin as my date today, the place would burn up" - "...." - "kook, i was joking..." - "right shark" - "I WAS JOKING BABY" - "........say it. you know the deal." - "i would rather die" - "go hang with hyung then, i'm gonna stay home" - "you...." -

👀👂 - "YOU SEXY BEAST" - jungkook laughed until he couldn't breathe when yoongi, who just passed by you two, and you stared at each other, completely mortified. you: how to unsay things... / yoongs: how to unhear things/ jk: -on the floor and in dire need of an inhaler"

- you couldn't face yoongi the whole night, whereas jungkook occasionally stared down jimin who had no clue what the heck was going on and munched on some appetizers

- jealousy is not a big thing for him but he still doesn't quite like it when someone is too touchy with you

- he trusts you, absolutely no doubt about that or he wouldn't have even entered a relationship with you, as he has high standards about who to let into his life, especially with potential lovers

-that's why everyone knew you guys were serious about each other and it was hardly surprising that you got to meet his family shortly after you guys started dating (his mother loved you btw)

-has like 200 pics of the day you met gureum

- an absolute sucker for you, you could say you want the n seoul tower to flicker in purple and pink lights and he would get it done somehow

- very sensitive to touches so ......👀

- loves your room bc he says it always smells like your lotions and laundry

- you sometimes surprise by setting the mood with some smooth music and nice fragrances and the world comes to a halt for him, it's just him and you

-shower him in affection and he's putty in your hands, legit, when he first performed euphoria and did the high note at the end you spammed tf outta your messenger and hyped him up and he actually got so hype he jumped around backstage after the concert and sprinted to you when he saw you, twirled you around and, for the first time, kissed you while the guys were there

-he still gets teased about it tho, but he doesn't really care bc your support means the world to him and he values it too much to care about the guys

-you guys went home that night and he serenaded you while you were cuddling. you guys started talking about songs, especially your favourites. you got sleepy when he started talking about 'home' and softly sang it to you, until he realised you dozed off. he smiled to himself and caressed you hair, as you had layed your head onto his chest. admiring your sleeping figure, closely entangled with his broad frame, he said to himself: "this is home..."

[hyungsnkisses]

Dating Min Yoongi

( ~ o l d  r e q u e s t ~ )

♡  contains fluff and a small amount of smut, viewer discretion is advised

yoongi would be such a low maintenance boyfriend

he’d never expect anything from you except your love

and lord knows he has a lot of love to give

all this about yoongi being aloof and not interested is a load of horseshit

he is a clingy and whiny boyfriend periodt

you’d meet in the late night convenience store where you worked part time

you spent your evening shifts studying for college because evenings were usually pretty quiet

at around 1am on a wednesday evening the doorbell chimes and you look up from your books to welcome whomever had entered the store

you look up to see a slim figure in an oversized black hoodie wrestling with packets in the ‘to-go’ section

the hooded guy throws a bunch of coins on the counter in front of you and rushes back out

it happens like clockwork the same time each week

one week he comes in an awful lot calmer and wearing a fitted shirt instead of his usual comfortable clothing

he still grabs the same cup noodles and health drink

“you’re an awful lot calmer today than you usually are”

“i’m sorry?”

“well, i- usually you just throw some coins and me and run away”

“oh, i’m sorry my first impression is that... i’ve been really busy lately”

“it’s no bother, it’s just nice to see you more calm”

he grins over the top of his mask and you catch a glimpse of his cute gummy smile

your heart beats a little quicker

he continues coming into the store and begins buying two of everything and offering it to you

you’d sit with him at one of the table next to the counter

he offered to help you with your studies on your days off and after exchanging numbers he invited you into his studio

he’d test you until you looked tired

one study session he didn’t know what came over him but he had to know what his pout felt like against yours

before you knew it you were sat on his lap in the middle of a steamy make out

it got the awkwardness of first dates out of the way though

the first thing yoongi did as your official boyfriend is make you quick your god awful job

because it wasn’t healthy for you to be studying all day and working all night

you opted for a quiet coffee house job about a mile away from your dorm

it also gave yoongi an excuse to come and visit you at work for coffee

maybe sneak a kiss if he was lucky

you’d be in his studio most days if you didn’t have classes

just his presence quietly tapping away at the computer was enough to relax you

you have to baby him quite a lot

“yoongs, it’s late time to go home”

“i just need to finish this”

“no you don’t, you can do it in the morning, baby”

“but-”

“no buts, let’s get some dinner”

he’s be mr grumpy pants but he knew it was out of affection

you’d end up at his favourite lamb skewer restaurant

he wouldn’t let your hand go throughout the meal

he loves skinship so much

nothing major but yoongi loves having your tiny hand in his huge shovels

even if they’re calloused from the amount of times you burned yourself at work

he especially loves stroking his palm on your cheek before he kisses you

he enjoys watching the little blush that rises on your cheek

on days off he’d just want to cuddle you and be with you

you’d be in lounge wear just led watching movies together

yoongi would always want you to lay on top of him so he can draw patterns on your back

he’d definitely be planting kisses on your cheek every 30 seconds

“babe stop”

“stop what?”

“kissing me, it tickles”

“... you want me to stop?”

“well, no... but i can’t concentrate on the movie”

“good”

but like if you wanted to go somewhere on a mutual day off he isn’t opposed

but he isn’t gonna cover up when in public because he wants you to be able to see him

he knows being an idol is incredibly frustrating but he wants a normal relationship

and you didn’t mind stopping if a fan wanted a picture

you’d go to the zoo specifically because he knows you love giraffes

or to the theme park despite his hatred for big rides

he’s always doing things because he knows you like them

he just wants to see you happy

he’d take lots of photos of you on his big camera as well

“baby smile”

“not another one, yoongs”

“i need more for my collection”

he just needs enough photos so he doesn’t miss you so much when he goes on tour

you both know it’s inevitable but you don’t talk about it

until the day comes

and he goes to america

and you miss him terribly one night

you’ll phone him sobbing

“it hurts, yoongi”

“i know, baby, i know...”

“how much longer?”

“only 8 days, it hurts me too... i miss you so much”

he surprises you the day he comes back with a massive bunch of roses

you don’t stop cuddling for a solid 3 hours

yoongi isn’t one to say i love you in the conventional sense

his ‘i love you’s are more ‘get home safe’ and ‘did you eat today?’

but the day he does say it doesn’t come as a surprise to you

because you know he’s loved you for a long time

it would probably be the morning after your first time being intimate

you’d be lying in his bed completely naked just enjoying each other’s warmth

your body would still be engulfed in his embrace

you’d breathe in the fragrance left on his neck from yesterday and press a kiss to his collarbone

“mm morning gorgeous”

“morning~”

“did you sleep well?”

“very much... do you want me to make you breakfast, yoongs?”

“yes please, i love you”

he wouldn’t let you leave after some kissing though

while being with yoongles is a breeze, he gets jealous really easily

don’t be spending too much time with hoseok or he will throw hands

“hoseok, do you want to eat- oh! Y/N, i didn’t know you were here”

“hi yoongs, hobi just needed my help with something”

“h-hobi?”

“yeah...?”

“right”

he’d stomp off into his genius lab and lock the door

but that is voided because you know the code to his door

he’d go really small and quiet when he told you he didn’t like it when you hung out with the other members

he would only forgive you if you bought him shaved ice and cuddled for a while

you literally can’t say no to his pouty face

he just loves you so much like he wants to spend his entire existence with you

he’s so lucky to have you

sometimes yoongi likes cute and cuddly sex

and sometimes he likes passionate and steamy sex

he likes to worship your body like it’s the most beautiful thing he has ever seen

definitely likes to get you off before even thinking about himself

his hips can snap extremely deep and fast so you might need to prepare yourself for that

if he’s feeling really hot he might mix it up with some toys and stuff

cuddly sex would normally be if he woke up with a surprise in the morning

he’d be all blushy and cute

you’d be so close as you sat on his lap and gently rode him

gummy smiles everywhere

loves to have a shower with you post-sex and dress you up in soft and warm pyjamas

although you need to take care of him as much as he takes care of you

i mean it’s only fair

[myrmidryad]

hi, would you feel comfortable talking a bit about you writing process? I know you have many (pretty meaty) fics, but I'm familiar w/your Shadow Work story and was just So Impressed by how neatly plotted every second was. everything felt totally necessary and the character beats were deeply emotional but still impacted the plot. Just hoping to get a peek into your process/or any advice on plotting/writing a comprehensive story like that because! It really blew me away and I would love to learn!

inasmuch as I have a process, sure! and thank you! :D

I put it under a cut because it got more behind the scenesy than I expected, whoops. I’m just the normal level of narcissistic when it comes to my own writing, right?

edit: I tried to put it under a cut, and that....did not work. cheers, tumblr, this is one of several reasons why I never post anything. 🙄

Shadow Work is kind of an interesting one because I started it with the idea of it being quite short, and while usually my process is ‘sit down, write the whole thing in chronological order, done’, Shadow Work is one of the only fics where it went in a completely different direction which ended up not working, so I pulled back to an earlier point and did it differently. originally, the timeline was shorter, Alex called his mom at one point, the Air Force purchase of Foster Ranch for a base was a Project Shepherd thing where Max, Isobel, and Noah were being kept. Michael and Alex found the Project Shepherd bunker and caught Jesse and Jesse was the one who revealed the Rosa coverup. Alex tricked him into believing he bought the xenophobia and let Jesse take them both to the base before Michael used his powers to break free. there was a firefight and I think Jesse was killed in the crossfire. no Maria at all, far more military personnel, and it didn’t work because there hadn’t been enough time for the relationship between Michael and Alex to develop and there hadn’t been enough time for the world to feel as fleshed out as it ended up being in the final fic.

so process wise, the way it developed was with me needing it all to make more sense. not even emotionally, just in terms of real-world impact. it didn’t make sense for a Project Shepherd base to be on the Foster Ranch land, because that had been an official Air Force acquisition, and Project Shepherd is a secret. it didn’t make sense for Alex to be so easy with confronting Jesse. it definitely didn’t make sense for Jesse to trust Alex was on his side after only one manipulative conversation when he’d spent the majority of Alex’s life thinking he was inferior because of his sexuality. so everything needed to be reworked to make actual sense. no plot holes, no out of character decisions by anyone. Noah had to die very quickly, because Michael had to be free to find Alex and rescue Max and Isobel. if Alex was going to be so confident in Michael, he needed more time to develop that bond.

in practical terms, for any fic that has a Plot, I use Evernote to keep track of everything.

for me that just meant keeping track of exactly what was happening and when. I also made a thing to help me decide how the hell haunts worked, so when Alex referenced the classification system I could keep it consistent.

but yeah, keeping track of things, and editing as I go is kind of the key. originally there wasn’t a Friday at all (as in, the events of that day didn’t exist), but I wanted Alex and Michael to have more time just stewing together, so I made up some shit for them to do. all things that developed the relationship they were building, and developed the world too. they could’ve spent the whole day indoors on their laptops, but it made more sense for the story for them to go out and show off what the world looks like through their different perceptions.

with a fic this long, I noticed multiple mistakes in continuity as I went, and had to keep going back to fix things. I added in the part where Michael and Alex went to get spare clothes for Max, Isobel, and Noah, because I’d just gotten to their rescue and decampment to Kyle’s and realised, oh fuck, they have nothing but the pyjamas they were abducted in to wear, and they’ve been wearing those for about two weeks now so they must be disgusting. a tragedy occurred when Michael took Alex to the pod cave and I wrote a beautiful description of the way the pods looked to him...only to realise as I finished it that I’d written the pods being snatched as well, so there was nothing for Alex to look at. 😂

to get the emotional beats...I’m not sure, it just sort of happens. it might help that I picture each scene as if I was watching it, like it was happening on the show itself. so I imagine exactly how the actors would deliver the lines, what their body language would be like, where they are in relation to everything around them, etc. I think it helps me keep track of the physicality of the scenes. for anything with a real location, like Roswell, I use Google Maps a lot. even if the town as they portray it on the show isn’t what it looks like irl, it’s very handy for describing things like residences and deciding how long a drive from one location to another would take. I definitely went on real estate listings for actual Roswell to see what the houses were like in the neighbourhoods I’d semi-arbitrarily decided the Manes and DeLuca houses were in. interiors, exteriors, street layouts, everything. the lane out the back of the Manes back yard was based off what I was seeing on Google Maps.

oh actually for emotional beats, having a solid handle on what the characters are like and what all their issues are is key, and for that I highly recommend reading meta about the world and those characters. the RNM fandom has some absolutely killer meta, particularly character meta, and it’s really helped me nail down what motivates the characters, reasons for why they act the way they do, and giving extra resources and insight into what life is functionally like for a real disabled vet, or someone whose mother is suffering with undiagnosed early-onset dementia, etc etc.

I hope this was helpful, or at least interesting!

[michael-langdon-appreciation]

There Are Harder Addictions To Shake - Part Two

Jim Mason x fem!reader (dark!jim)

Words: 3.8K

Summary: You’ve just made your relationship with Jim official, however it isn’t long before Jim starts to smother you, fixating on your relationship to cope with the damage in his life. As Jim grows obsessive what will you be forced to do? What will he do to win you back? 

Warning: SMUT! Borderline abuse! Kidnapping! Contains an obsessive and unhealthy relationship! Swearing! Emotional Manipulation! Restraints! Obsessive love! Stalking! Fluff! Please do be warned, Jim is not the sweet peach we all know and love!!!!

A/N: Our favourite bad boy is back, I know this has taken me forever! This is gonna turn into a series I think. There’s just too much I wanna cover and this story is nowhere near told yet. Jim’s obsession take a turn for the worst, a dark turn. But who is right? 😫

EXTRA WARNING: The situation the reader finds herself in throughout this part may trigger some people. It can be argued that it borders on Stockholm Syndrome and it is not a safe environment. 

(Gif by @violadvis)

The first thing I see upon waking is a photo frame. It’s a picture of Jim and I from one time at the beach, one of our happiest days. Newly into our relationship, Jim has his arm tight around me, we’re both distracted in the picture. Having just smiled at Medina for her to take the photo, but Medina being Medina had waited till we thought it was over. I’m busy watching the waves again while Jim’s watching me, the love is so clear in his expression. But all I can see now is adoration, obsession. 

The photo’s forever tainted. 

This isn’t my bedroom. It’s light and airy, a giant white canopy bed big enough for two. I can hear the waves crashing against the shore, seagulls and screams from children nearby. 

It’s wrong.

Fingertips stroke down my spine, ‘Good Morning, babygirl.’

It can only be one person, Jim. Who wraps me up in his arms, pressing his chest into my back and pressing a kiss into my neck, ‘I didn’t expect you awake yet.’

‘Jim,’ My voice is harsh from shouting at him last night, ‘What did you do to me?’

The fear hits me, because the last thing I remember was Jim monologuing to me about his perfect life, ‘Are we still in PV?’

‘We’re….away.’ He decides, Jim’s hands stroking over my stomach. The action repulses me and I spring out of bed, heading straight for the French doors. The shoreline is unfamiliar, the beach a glorious sandy white and not frequented by tourists. A family play in the sand and when they catch sight of me the little boy waves. I wonder what has them smiling, but Jim has come up behind me, ‘Good Morning,’ He greets. ‘We’re new.’

The father breaks away from his little one, who’s busy making sandcastles. ‘We don’t get a lotta young couples out here very often. Bit too remote for em.’

‘Not us.’ Jim cuts in at once, before I have a chance to. ‘We like the peace and quiet. Good place to start a family.’ My head whips round to stare at Jim, but he just smiles widely at me. ‘This is Y/N.’ He introduces, ‘Sorry bout the nightie, we just woke up and she was so excited to get to the sea.’

‘That’s right.’ I say it only because it covers why I’m out in pyjamas not all that appropriate for children. ‘I love the sea so much.’

The dad nods, smiling indulgently at us both. ‘Well you’re a cute couple. I’m Jerry, that’s Michelle and our son Adam.’

Jim’s arm is back around me, ‘I’m Jim. We’re the Masons.’

My heart stops beating. I don’t know how the family don’t catch my horror as I snatch myself away from Jim and stare down at my left hand. It’s there, gleaming in the sunlight, resplendent and beautiful. A wedding ring. 

Jim frowns, ‘You liked it when we bought it.’

‘What?’ I stare from him to the ring, ‘We are not married, Jim.’

Jim stands there for a moment, motionless. Then he approaches, his arms held out, ‘My darling.’ He says, ‘You don’t remember it? The ceremony? The vows?’ His voice catches, ‘The honeymoon?’

I keep the distance between us, ‘What the fuck is wrong with you?’ I ask, ‘This is fucked up, Jim.’

He closes his mouth, Jim’s eyes setting into hard stone. ‘Fine,’ He says, ‘You want proof, I’ll give you proof.’ Jim thunders inside the house, clattering around. I look up at the beach front cottage which is ‘apparently’ ours. It’s a quaint, beautiful little thing. A blend of the timeless and the modern standing like a fairytale among the sand and sea. Curiosity has me venturing back inside, right as Jim heads back in my direction. 

A photo album is pushed into my hands, ‘You don’t believe it? See for yourself.’

I don’t believe what I’m seeing, photographs upon photographs of our wedding. There’s me a white gown, next to Jim as we exchange vows, as we kiss, as we cut the cake. Medina’s there as my Maid of Honour, smiling and dancing with Jim. Heather’s here, Chad, the Bay Boys. My parents have a photograph with Jim in the middle of them, beaming madly. There’s honeymoon pictures too, a beautiful beach with sparkling sea that must be somewhere in the Caribbean. 

But what is absolutely undeniable is how happy I am in every single one of them. 

The wedding album falls out of my hands, ‘We’re…married.’

Jim catches it deftly, ‘Proof.’

‘Yeah.’ I feel numb and Jim helps me sit on the chaise lounge at the end of the bed. ‘Jim, what happened to me?’

I watch his fingers smooth over the quilted front, ‘I don’t know.’ He says, ‘You’ve just been off all day.’ His eyes narrow, Jim raising a hand to my forehead. ‘Maybe we should take you to the hospital.’

‘I feel fine.’

‘But if you’ve forgotten-’

‘I haven’t.’ I insist, because I can’t have amnesia. I flip the book open again, as if to check I didn’t imagine the whole thing. Then I pinch myself, really hard.

Jim frowns, ‘It isn’t a dream, Y/N.’ He turns away, his shoulders slumping in. ‘But you wanted it to be fake, didn’t you? You don’t love me.’

I swallow, ‘I do, Jim. I must have to have married you.’

It doesn’t make sense. How have I forgotten not just the wedding, but the entire honeymoon? Weeks of my life just vanishing from my memories. My hand reaches out to Jim, who still isn’t looking at me. ‘Jim, I’m sorry if i’m freaking you out. I’m freaking myself out.’

Jim collects himself, ‘Breakfast.’ He decides, ‘Avocado toast, just how you like it?’

I nod, ‘Sounds wonderful.’

Something is horribly wrong. Everything is too idyllic, too perfect. Jim and I live in a fantasy of no responsibilities and no expectations. Neither of us seem to have a job and Jim won’t let me look at a bill or anything. We head to the beach most days, swimming and surfing and sunbathing. Jim cooks or we order takeout, we watch movies and play games. We snuggle up at night, but I haven’t let him be intimate with me. Jim’s respectful of that, but he still kisses me, rains love down my neck. He knows all my most sensitive spots and he loves to carry me bridal style up to bed. Chores are split between us, Jim writes sometimes and I sketch. Jim wants to get a dog and we settle on a Samoyed. He’s going to pick him up next week, but Jim tells me not to worry about coming along. He wants it to be a surprise. I don’t ever leave the house and there’s not really been a reason to go anywhere. 

But today I’m going to try.

I have to know what’s going on, why I still don’t remember anything. 

The house is as neat as ever. The white curtains billow softly, allowing the sun rays to peek in and out as if Jim has put it on guard. I check the clock in our bedroom, I’ve got probably an hour before Jim brings the dog home. 

My first port of call is Jim’s laptop, the same as ever with its surfing stickers and map of Hawaii. The only difference is a new quote - ‘if you don’t go after what you want, you’ll never have it.’  

I don’t question it too much, switching the laptop on and waiting for it to start. Jim’s account sits before me, demanding a password. 

Shit.

I quickly try the obvious choices: surfing, Medina, Lunada, Beetles. 

Nothing.

I give the classic password1234 a go and still nothing. 

I try Jim and the account flashes a warning of too many failed login attempts. 

I’ve got one more attempt. Is it worth risking? 

My eyes rove about the bedroom, seeking out anything that might give me a clue to what Jim might use. There’s one other option niggling at the back of my brain, but I don’t have much faith in it. Knowing Jim this password could be anything and it could take me weeks to riddle it out of him. Jim is so secretive with his laptop, I didn’t even know he had a password set. 

He never used to. 

I blow air through my cheeks and use the remaining time I’ve got left, roughly forty-five minutes to scope out potential answers and write them down on a list. 

I wish I had my phone for my own privacy. That was our first fight, Jim saying we’d made a pact to get rid of our phones because of our addictions to them. Jim was never that into his mobile and neither was I. My defiance had us both firing insults at each other and it was only when I threatened to walk out did Jim try to appease me. 

He’s promised to return mine to me and no matter how many reminders I gave him, I know he’s never going to give it back to me.  

Time is running out. I have ten minutes left till Jim said he’d be back. I’ve got a list of potentials, but nothing seems solid enough. Nothing seems like Jim. 

I can’t let another day go by with no progress. I won’t. 

My fingers type in my name and I click enter before I can stop myself. 

The laptop thinks and after an excruciating minute a message pops up. I’ve been frozen out of Jim’s account for half an hour. 

Fuck. 

The ring doorbell chimes, alerting me that Jim’s home and I slam the laptop lid down and slide it under the bed. Disappointment curls in my stomach as I glance round the bedroom and hold in my scream of frustration. 

I don’t want this anymore. I don’t want Jim, or a dog or this fairy fake life. 

I want to go home. 

A yap echoes from the living room as the front door closes, ‘Y/N, baby?’ 

It’s Jim, it wouldn’t ever be someone else. 

I descend the stairs to see Jim looking like a long-ago dream. His white t-shirt is tight over his pecs, his brown hair wind-swept and tousled. Jim’s skin is radiant from so much sun, like a bronzed demigod. He flashes me the warmest smile, his hand holding onto a lead at the end of which a pure white Samoyed tears about like mad. 

I’ve always had a soft spot for any dog, and I can’t resist bending down to pet him. ’He seems rambunctious.’

Jim smiles, ‘You wanna name him?’

I look up at him. It feels like a decision that will bind me to Jim even more. The naming and co-owning of a pet, my heart is already being given to this puppy and I know I already don’t want to leave him. 

‘You do it.’ I straighten up, smiling as the Samoyed sticks his head in-between my legs, ‘You bought him. He’s yours.’

Jim’s smile dies a little, ‘He’s ours.’ He corrects, ‘Blue is our baby.’

I try my hardest to gloss over that word as if I never heard it. ’So you have named him.’

Jim hands over the lead to me, ‘Well, it does seem right. I guess.’ His arms slide around me, ‘What have you been up to?’

I try to think of something plausible, ‘Looking at our wedding album.’

Jim’s smile beams back at me, ‘Oh yeah?’ 

‘Yeah.’ 

He kisses me, his hands sliding round the back of my head to hold me in place. ‘Why don’t you grab it and we can reminisce together?’ 

I have no idea where that album is. I haven’t dared look at those images since Jim first showed them to me. ‘Why don’t we just make new ones?’ I offer, winding my hands around Jim’s neck. Blue jumps up at us, desperate for more attention but Jim’s eyes are fixated on me.

‘Deal.’ 

I kiss him quickly, grabbing onto Jim’s back through his shirt. Jim’s hand travel down my arms, sliding my shirt over my head. I blush, ‘Should we not get Blue settled in?’

‘I think he’s rather happy watching.’

I pull away from him, ’Jim, gross.’ 

Jim doesn’t care. He pulls me towards the kitchen and I have little choice but to let him lead. Blue trails behind us, already attached to his master as Jim presses me back against the countertop and starts placing kisses down my neck. ‘Here?’ I ask, my eyes sliding back to the bright eyes dog. 

‘We’re gonna christen every inch of this house.’ Jim vows, ‘Nothing will be sacred.’ Jim’s teeth scrape over my pulse point, ‘I love it when you’re jumpy. Like a little bird, my love.’

I can feel my face heating up as Jim pushes me back and hoists my legs around him, ‘Jim.’

He heaves a sigh, ‘What, Y/N?’ 

That bite is in his tone and I want to backtrack at once, ‘I’m just…not in the mood really.’ 

Jim’s eyes run over me, ‘You’re…hiding something.’

‘No.’

I can tell he doesn’t believe me, ‘You don’t like Blue, what?’

‘No.’ I sit up, reaching a hand down. Blue licks it at once, his panting quickly turning to whines. ‘Jim…’

But my words are lost, tangled on my tongue because they are a lie. My husband straightens up, ‘Where’s the album?’

‘Upstairs.’

Jim’s hand comes down hard on the countertop, ‘You’re a liar.’ 

Fury starts to rise inside me, ‘No. You’re the liar.’ I push Jim hard, watching as he staggers back. ‘This whole world you’ve created is a lie. Nothing is real and I know for a fact that I would have never agreed to marry you.’ I head upstairs, trying to put as much distance between us as possible.

Jim chases after me his footsteps thundering up the stairs, along with the scrape of Blue’s lead. I try to lock the bedroom door, but Blue bursts though and the door careens open. Jim’s there before I can close it, pushing his way into the bedroom. He looks murderous, the glint in his eye deadly. Jim seizes me by the arms and I yelp, his grip strong enough to bruise me, ‘Jim-’

‘I have been kind. I have been patient.’ He hisses, backing me up towards the bed. ‘I knew your little act was too nice. You haven’t been acting like yourself have you, my darling wife?’ Jim pushes me backwards onto the bed, the world tilts as he presses me down with a hand. I kick out, vaguely aware of Blue’s breath on me, but Jim looms over me. His weight easily holds me in place. ’I know this,’ Jim continues, ‘Because the girl I love would have questioned me. She wouldn’t be scared shitless to do what she wanted and I would have had to use these much sooner.’ A sick grin splits over Jim’s face, ‘Guess the time is now though.’

I can’t see what he produces from the bedside table. Blue leaps off the bed as Jim shoves one of my arms above my head. I fight as hard as I can, pushing against his chest, trying to kick him in the balls. Jim endures it all, much more focused on keeping my hand above my head. ‘JIM!’ 

There’s a click, the sound of metal echoing and the cool slide of something across my wrist. I yank immediately and cry out from the pain as my arm screams for me to remain still. I know what it is and my momentary horror allows Jim enough time to push my other arm up and secure it above my head. 

We both stare at each other. I’m crying before I know it, Jim blurs before me. ‘Why are you doing this?’

He wipes my tears away, ‘I don’t want to.’ He coos, ‘But, you’re not well lately, Y/N. You aren’t yourself since you started questioning me and…all this.’ There’s moisture in Jim’s eyes too. ‘I don’t want you to hurt yourself. Or me, or Blue.’

‘Fuck you.’ I say, ‘You don’t let me have my phone. You don’t let me speak to anyone else. I’m a prisoner here.’

Jim is fighting to maintain his composure, ‘I have told you about your phone. You are free to do whatever you like.’ Jim fishes his own phone out of his pocket, ‘Here, you want to speak to someone. I’ll call Medina right now.’

I watch Jim dial the number and put the phone on speaker. It rings and then Medina picks up, ‘Jim. How’s everything? You haven’t called in weeks, an update from either of you would be nice to know you’re alive.’

‘I know Dina.’ Jim’s voice is perfection, warm and inviting. ‘We’ve just been so caught up, you know. Anyway, Y/N wants to say something to you Dina.’ He holds the phone out a little closer to me, ‘Go on, tell Medina.’

It’s a trap. 

Medina doesn’t know. She couldn’t know, not by the casual way she’s speaking to Jim. I look up at the handcuffs, glistening in the setting sun. Jim will never let me free if I tell her. 

I have no choice.

‘Just to say I’m having a great time.’ I force it out, keeping eye contact with Jim. ‘The weather is amazing here and…Jim’s just great.’

‘Well I’m glad to hear it.’ Medina says, ‘I know you two were…really rocky. I’m glad the trip has done you both good.’ There’s a pause, ‘I know I’m on speaker Jim.’

’Bye Dina.’ 

Jim entire being screams of satisfaction. I look away from him, my stomach curling in shame. What has happened to me? I’ve never been that girl. I never thought this would happen to me. I thought I’d be brave enough to always alert people if I was ever in this scenario. I’ve screamed at enough films where the girl makes horrible decisions. 

No. 

If I have any chance of getting that laptop unlocked, I need to earn Jim’s trust. 

It’s my only hope. 

I’m vaguely aware of Jim leaving kisses all down my neck. A reward, I suppose for being so well behaved. He slides my shirt up, exposing my skin, Jim’s tongue diving into my belly button and then continuing his descent. I can’t deny the spark of desire that courses through me, disgusting and so wrong. But Jim has already been able to kindle a fire inside me and when his tongue finally dives inside my cunt, I can’t help but throw my head back. His silver-tongue of sin slathers and soothes me with its talent and I try to reach down, to run my hands through Jim’s hair. But I can’t.

He’s never restrained me before.

‘You look so fucking beautiful like this.’ Jim whispers against my clit, letting the vibrations edge me.

‘Jim,’

He takes himself out of his trousers, stroking himself to full hardness. Jim pushes his lips to mine, kissing me in-between heated words, ‘I love you. You’re mine. My wife. The love of my life. I couldn’t be without you.’ He discards his shirt and trousers on the bed beside me and pushes inside. My wrists burn and he’s stretching me so well and I gasp right into his mouth. Jim’s tongue dives in, roaming round every inch of my mouth before pinning my tongue down. His hips work in and out, well trained by now to know my every weak spot and how to make me see stars. My hips are flying upwards to meet his as Jim’s pace increases, our skin slapping together. 

My arms are starting to ache as Jim begins his usual volley of chants, ‘Gonna fill you up. Make sure you have every drop inside you.’

I moan as usual, I can’t stop myself as I near the peak of my orgasm, ‘God, Jim.’

‘Can’t wait, baby. Cumming soon.’ Jim promises, ‘This time will be it. You’re gonna swell with my child and we’ll have the most wonderful life. No one and no rules. Just us. God, I’m gonna stay inside you all night. Make sure you get pregnant with my baby.’

Jim lets go, spilling deep inside me. My hips spread wider to accommodate his weight as Jim shoots deep inside me, his cock brushing right up against my special spot. 

I’m close…but I’m not there. 

Jim notices at once, hoisting my hips up and making sure he remains connected. I squeal as the handcuffs chafe against my skin from this new angle. I don’t know what’s he’s planning as Jim’s finger wanders down and then he’s sliding in and out again, not soft just yet. I cry out from surprise as my anus is exposed. Jim’s finger circles around, ‘JIm.’ I warn, ‘Don’t you fucking dare.’

He pushes inside me, sliding in till his finger is sheathed inside and I scream from the new penetration. I cum, my orgasm white-hot and electric. It feels like I’m being stuffed in both ends, even though Jim’s only got a finger inside. My cries fly free and there’s another jet of cum mingling with my own. 

Jim pants, his face sweaty and satisfied. His head rests on my breasts, Jim’s hair tickling my chin, ‘I love you so much.’

I don’t say it back and I don’t think Jim expects me to.

We lie together until my arms have gone numb, but I’ve found a slightly more comfortable position. Jim remains inside me even after his cock has softened and he’s fallen asleep on me. Jim’s weight is not quite crushing but its enough to make moving impossible. My eyes flit about the bedroom and I notice Blue’s sat on the white rug in the corner, nearly blending in. His lead is still attached and he watches me with something like vague concern. 

I click him over and Blue comes running immediately. Jim’s out like a light, nestled against me. He doesn’t register Blue nosing at him as I managed to unclip his lead and run my hand over his fur. It’s settles the fear that’s slowly building back inside me.

I do not want Jim Mason’s child. 

Blue lies on the pillow, next to his parents. I just pet him for something to do, watching as the Samoyed rolls over to show me his belly and then starts sniffing round Jim’s trousers. ‘They probably stink.’ I grin, keeping my voice low. But Blue’s nudging has made something catch my eye, something in one of the pockets. 

I move as silently as I can, keep my eyes on Jim as I fish it out. 

It’s a copy of our marriage license. Jim must have taken it when he bought Blue, for proof of identity or something. 

Jim’s name is signed, right next to mine. 

It’s my penmanship, my signature.

I did marry him. 

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[enkelimagnus]

Chai Tea Latte

Sapphic September: Prompts 2 & 6 - Kissing & Rain

Clary Fray/Maia Roberts

“I hate fall. It’s simple. I just hate it.” Maia complained as she stepped past the door of their apartment.

Stupid rain. The sudden showers of the middle of October, had surprised Clary and her as they were going through the incredibly expensive vegetables sold on the organic food market on Union Square. Not only had they had to take the subway back to Brooklyn while being thoroughly soaked, but the bag carrying their precious purchases was wet as well. Maia silently prayed that the expensive mushrooms for their risotto weren’t ruined.

It was supposed to be a great dinner. The last dinner before Clary officially started to work with one of the most prestigious squads of the New York office of the FBI. Maia would make risotto with black chanterelles. They would have a glass of wine and watch tv, and maybe even make love.

But now it was 2pm, and she was in the foulest of moods. Clary chuckled and kissed her cheek. “Yesterday, you beamed at how fresher and nicer the air felt.”

Maia put the bag of groceries on the counter and started taking everything out, assessing the damage. Nothing bad, thankfully. She rolled her eyes at Clary’s comment.

“Yeah, I just both love and hate this hellish season. But, you know what rain outside means…”

Clary beamed. “Sweaters and cuddles!” She kissed Maia’s cheek. “And i’ll make some tea to go with that. Chai tea latte. Because it’s fall now.”

Sometimes, Maia couldn’t believe that this happy bubbly person was actually a fierce and professional FBI agent. Until Clary took off her shirt and Maia caught a look of the abs. That was a gift from G-d.

Clary disappeared in the bedroom to grab sweaters for them, and put away some of the stuff she had bought at the nearby cosmetics store. The redhead’s hair was a mess of both wet and dry and semi-dry strands. She grabbed a towel and dried to get most of the moisture out. It didn’t really succeed.

She brushed her hair back and grabbed a hair tie to tie it out of the way. She then slipped out of her wet clothing and reached for one of her favorite fluffy sweaters and some pyjama shorts. She also grabbed a pair of knee-high fluffy socks. The whole outfit did not make sense. Clary absolutely loved it.

She grabbed the same kind of items for Maia and went back to the main living space, throwing them over the couch’ armrest.

Maia was starting to make the chai tea latte. She was bringing water and the chai spices mix to a boil, whisking the spices into the warming water. Clary came up behind her, grabbing the little box of spices and inhaling the addictive mix. Ground cinnamon, ginger, cardamom, nutmeg and allspice.

Making chai tea lattes from scratch did take around 20 minutes, but it was worth it. Clary was tasked to watch over the now seeping spices. While Maia was taking care of her hair and clothing, she put the pan back on the heat, and added the black tea bags and the maple syrup.

She repeated the taking off the heat part when the water came back to a boil. Soon, the tea was finished. Maia was now by her side, having prepared all the ingredients for the latte part of the drink. They wrapped their arms around each other, silent, listening to each other’s breathing, and the light tapping noise of the rain on the windows.

It was the kind of afternoons that were just perfect, even if they came from a weather Maia usually didn’t enjoy. They were soft and warm afternoons.

Clary moved, leaning up to kiss Maia tenderly. Good thing the milk took some time boiling, and they could just softly kiss in the middle of their kitchen. Clary always loved the sight of Maia in the kitchen, with the apron around her waist. It was a stupid, kitchy apron with “Kiss the cook” written on it. Clary wasn’t ready to jinx their chai by ignoring such commands.

She kissed her again, and Maia kissed back again. It was soft, just their lips against each other. It wasn’t very deep either. Not passionate or desperate. It was a soft fall kiss, for a soft fall day.

Maia turned back to the milk for a moment, Clary staying close to her. Maia felt arms wrap around her waist as she grabbed the blender and started frothing up the milk. She could almost hear Clary’s smile in the way she breathed.

Clary’s hands had found themselves in the belly pocket of the apron, and her head against Maia’s shoulder. The smell of hot tea and hot milk was wrapped around the two of them like a comforting blanket, as comfortable as the old pink hoodie on Maia’s shoulders. The fabric of it was softened by use and wash, the color had faded a little, and it smelled like Maia and her perfume, and like the cinnamon powder that had, more than once, landed on it.

Clary let go of her to reach for their two mugs, pouring in the tea, before moving for Maia to pour the milk. They added a hint of ground cinnamon on top, and put the mugs, with a tablet of chocolate, onto a wooden tray.

As they sat comfortably on the couch, snuggled up against each other, kissing more and cuddling more, waiting for their lattes to cool enough to be drinkable without having to take a trip to the ER for oesophagus burn afterwards, Maia thought that sometimes, rain wasn’t that bad.

[bbparker]

🎄 Stupid Green Plant (Loki Laufeyson x Reader)🎄

[CHRISTMAS SPECIAL]

Summary: Mysterious gifts keep arriving for (y/n) and the sudden increase of mistletoes in the Avengers compound put her on edge. Who could her secret Santa possibly be?

A/N: So I’m sorry these are late but my Christmas was a bit tiring and I had zero effort to do these. BUT ITS DONE with more to come!

Requested by: @kwj-jojo and 2 x Anons

Prompts:

- Secret Santa

- Tries to catch (y/n) under the mistletoe but she avoids until Christmas

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-I refuse to kiss you under this stupid plant!

Warnings: Floof

Words: 2,800

CUTE ASS SONG TO PLAY FOR THIS: My Heart Goes Bum Bum Bum by Flatsound

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(gif belongs to cheers-mrhiddleston)

“No, you must be mistaken, this isn’t for me…” A pyjama clad (y/n) stood in the lobby of the Avengers compound upstate, a FedEx guy standing impatiently in front of her as various workers watched them curiously. It’s not every day you saw an official Avenger having a disagreement with a postal guy in her pyjamas while in the lobby.  

“Ma’am is your name (y/n) (y/l/n)?”

“Well… yes…”

“Then this is yours.” The delivery guy having had enough of her, shoves the gift into her chest and walks away muttering a ‘Merry Christmas’.

Looking around (y/n) saw people giving her weird stares at her state, muttering a quick ‘hello’ to some familiar employees before quickly moving over to the Avengers personal elevator.

Standing with her head down tiredly and waiting for her level, (y/n) couldn’t help but think, who could send her such a thing. She never got mail, barely any of the Avengers do because who would send them magazines or letters? Walmart?

“Oh, hey Captain America, thought you’d like to know about our $4.99 deal on apricots-not.” She muttered but her head shot up when she heard the elevator prematurely ding and open its doors. In front of her was certainly a sight. Loki stood, drying his face with a towel, in his workout clothes. Some part of her reminded her not to stare but a quick glance at his figure had her gasping and looking away. Entering the elevator Loki smiled at (Y/n) and greeted her.

“You’re awfully happily today, finally getting into the Christmas spirit?”

“Thor just mentioned something to me, nothing important. Tell me, what’s in that box of yours? Clothes, toys… a life perhaps?”

“Oh, Loki you’re killing me.” (y/n) mockingly laughed exiting at her level but not before turning around to serve him a quick quip. “Of course, you’d know nothing about that last one, would you Loki dearest?”

The door inevitably closing before he could reply, leaving (y/n) with a feeling of success. Smugly smiling, she turned around and seemed to run straight into a solid mass. Also, known as Bucky Barnes.

“Oh, I’m so sorry Buck. I didn’t see you there!”

“Busy flirting with your boyfriend?” He smirked.

“Wh-what- I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Bucky only laughed following behind (y/n) as she made her way to the couch and sat down not-so-gracefully.

“So, what’s with the uhh… box? New toys?”

“No, my knives aren’t due to arrive for another two weeks, so I’m kind of suspicious of this one.” Bucky smiled lightly as (y/n) watched his happy façade.

Opening the box (y/n) found ten books all by her favourite author and all collector’s editions. “What…” Her eyes widened she gasped, seeing a limited and very rare book sitting in the bottom. “Who would buy this for me?”

“Looks like you got yourself a secret Santa there (y/n).” Looking over at a relaxed Barnes, she suddenly got suspicious. “It’s not you, is it Barnes?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about…” Bucky suddenly shot off the couch as if it had just burned him, muttering something about Steve asking him about training.

As (y/n) stared after a certain super soldier, (y/n) shook her head, it certainly wasn’t him. However, now alone she allowed the heat to crawl up her cheeks as she read the small note on the inside of the rare book.

‘Love your Secret Santa.’

The shadow just around the corner disappearing with a smirk.

For twelve days, (y/n) received a gift, all just as thoughtful as the last. She couldn’t narrow it down as each person on her team acted as suspicious as the next.

What she did notice being not-so-subtle is the number of mistletoes appearing everywhere. Walking to breakfast with Steve was when one of the first times she noticed it. “Ah ah ah!” A loud voice appeared from the kitchen as everyone turned towards the pair, which stops confusedly.

“You two have to kiss!” Sam pointed above your heads and sitting there was a sneaky green plant. “It’s tradition, c’mon!” 

Everyone grinned in apprehension as Steve and yourself turned to each other with slight blushes on your cheeks. Making eye contact with everyone, including Loki whose face had turned a shade of red for different reasons. Catching her look, Loki quickly schooled his expression and returned to his breakfast.

Looking up to the super soldier (y/n) noticed his slightly hesitant gaze, she decided to go for it; especially if s a certain someone was getting jealous for it. (Y/n)’s hand came up around Steve’s neck as both leaned towards each other, lips slightly brushing before she leaned in and gave him a quick peck. The Avengers gave a quick whoop before returning to their breakfast.

Deciding to take the seat between Loki and Bucky, she began to dig into her breakfast. “So (y/n) figured out who this secret admirer is yet?” A groan left (y/n) as she muttered a “no.”

Sliding her breakfast away from herself, (y/n) bought out today’s delivery, a solid red ruby in a gold band. “Holy shit is that real?” Natasha asked, grabbing her hand to get a closer look. “Well, it’s not plastic so he/she is already doing better than my last boyfriend.” Hearing a chocked laugh, (y/n) turned her head towards Thor. “You alright Thor?”

Natasha’s eyes widened, “wait, who else do we know whose colours are red?” Pointing towards Thor, he choked once again. When he finally came around he saw (y/n) giggling to herself. “As beautiful as you are Lady (y/n), my heart does belong to another.”

“I know Thor.” (y/n) smiled.

Later in the day, (y/n) was in the gym, seemingly preparing for her next mission with Loki. As they practised their hand to hand (y/n) couldn’t help but feel at peace around Loki, even if at current moment he was trying to beat her up. Huffing out a breath as Loki dropped her to the ground, him following and holding her arms above her head. “Well Mr Laufeyson, it seems you’ve finally bested me.” Smiling up at him, (y/n) noticed his unfocused gaze.

“Loki?” Both seemingly forgot about the others in the gym. “You okay?”

Loki’s eyes finally blinked as he pushed himself off her and held out a hand. “Yes. Are we still planning on finishing those screenings you call cartoons?”

(Y/n) huffed a laugh grabbing her bag and bottle, taking a long swig before replying. “Yeah, sure thing Loki. I just need to shower.” Both moved towards the door, Loki getting more pumped the closer they came. (Y/n) put it down to needing to pee or excitement over the new Disney movie they’re going to watch. Noticing him missing something (Y/n) stopped in the door slightly in front of him. “Wait, Loki, you forgot your bag.”

“Oh right, I’ll be a quick second if you wouldn’t mind just staying right there as you are. Don’t move.” (y/n) frowned at his odd behaviour but listening to him anyways. “Hey (y/n), what are you up to?” Jumping but remaining in her position, (y/n) found Bucky Barnes standing and leaning against the doorframe opposite to her.

“Aha! You two have to kiss!” Clint laughed from the weights area, the attention of a few others came upon you. Looking up (y/n) spotted the green shit above her. “Why the shit is it always me?” (y/n) whispered, looking over at the soldier. “Well, what do you say Sergeant?” But he was already there, nose to nose, Bucky leant down and captured her lips in a shockingly brilliant kiss. Her arms came around his neck as Bucky slightly dipped her, the kiss becoming somewhat deep.

When he brought her back up to stand (y/n) released him and fixed her shirt and hair. “Well Barnes, 95 years didn’t seem to affect your kissing ability.” He heartily laughed before a giant shove in the form of Loki nearly pushed him over. The God already storming down the hallway, holding his bag. “What the hell was that about?” (y/n) muttered. “You’re so blind (y/n) …” Bucky muttered softly down to her, moving into the gym leaving her standing there staring down the now empty hall. Eyes widening, she’d seen so many rom-coms that had that exact phrase. A plan finally forming in her head as she made her way to her room smirking, “blind indeed…”

By Christmas Eve three days later, (y/n) had been caught by everyone under the mistletoe, even Nat who wasn’t shy to give her a big smooch. Sitting around a T.V as some Christmas film played, as the Avengers cuddled up in various blankets and pillows, (y/n) had never felt more at home. Looking around she admired each sleepy team members face before realising there was one missing. Standing up, (y/n) made her way to his room, softly knocking, a soft ‘come in’ following. Walking in slowly she made her way to his lounge where he sat a book in his lap.

“You okay Loki?”

He didn’t look up but managed a simple, “yes.” Sitting down next to him, so close their thighs were touching, (y/n) leaned over his shoulder to see what he was reading. It was a Norse mythology book and he was specifically reading the section on himself. “You conceited little shit.” (y/n) laughed.

“It’s curious, the stories mortals have conceived about myself.”

“So, you didn’t really seduce and sleep with a male horse as a female horse yourself to save Asgard? Damn.”

His tensed body and hesitant pause caused (y/n) to break out into laughter. “Oh, my god! Loki!” Her head fell on his shoulder as he looked anywhere but her.

Seeing him somewhat humiliated, (y/n) instantly felt bad. Even if they were at odds sometimes, she was probably closest with Loki and vice versa. Both had quite a lot in common, such as an appreciation for literature, grace and beauty. Though (y/n) wasn’t graceful or a beautiful maiden that could take your breath away with one look, she appreciated both.

Settling down, (y/n) wrapped her arms around one of his and leaned into his side. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you, Loki.” He melted instantly and (y/n) knew he would. It was as if he couldn’t refuse her. “It’s alright.” Smiling lightly, Loki returned to his reading, comforted by her presence.

“Hey, Loki?”

“Yes, love?”

“Can you read to me?”

“It seems though, through multiple texts, Loki is depicted to always be on this side of the Aesir, however,…”

As he read through his histories and myths, (y/n) drifted off to sleep there on his shoulder. The last words she heard were “-and he was bound by Odin in a cave, with the snake dripping it venom onto Loki’s bare chest…”

The next morning when (y/n) woke she was back in her room, some part of her wondering if it was just a dream. Laying on her back and staring at the roof, (y/n) recalled the way her hands grabbed onto his arm, sometimes her fingertips would brush the skin on his forearm which always seemed to be covered. The smooth deep way his voice wrapped their ways around each word, oh yes, he definitely had a silver tongue.

The thought of what day it was drifted through her mind as she remembered a certain plan to take place upon today. After completing her bathroom duties, (y/n) headed out for Christmas breakfast to see everyone already sitting there, besides three people. Thor, Loki, and Vision. Remaining in the doorway, she waited. “Hey (y/n), aren’t you going downstairs to receive your daily gift from lover-boy?” Tony asked, smirking.

“No, I think I’ll just wait for him right here.”

“Ahh, finally figured out who it was?” Bucky smirked, sipping his coffee while leaning on the bench. “Yes, I believe so.” Looking down shyly, (y/n) waited and waited. She waited an hour before realising Loki wasn’t coming out. As an early riser, if he wasn’t out of his room by now, he wasn’t going to be seen the whole day, ruining (y/n)’s plans.

Seeing Vision finally entering, (y/n) decided to ask. “Has anyone seen Loki this morning?”

“Yes, I had just escorted him and Thor to the leaving pad. Apparently, there’s an emergency on Asgard.” Widening her eyes, she didn’t want to miss this opportunity with him, what if he decided to stay in Asgard? She’d never see him again. There were exclamations from all the Avengers about why Vision didn’t come get them before they left as (y/n) stood staring not knowing how to react.

‘Go to him.’ A voice prompted. Tilting her head at the familiar voice, catching mischievous eyes of a Sokovian, (y/n) jumped ripping the stupid plant from the roof before taking off in a sprint. The Avengers had built a special place where Thor and Loki to go to and from Asgard without scarring the lawn every time. 

 “Get out of my way!” (y/n) yelled to the workers, who had decided to spend their Christmas in the building, them moving quickly out of the frazzled Avengers way. She had to make it if she missed him there didn’t seem to ever be another chance to get her feelings across. 

Seeing the two brothers standing, Thor about to raise his hammer made (y/n) scream, “LOKI!” If they were honest, the scream scared the devil out of them. Both pausing before Loki jogged to meet (y/n) half way. “(y/n), what’s wrong?”

“Well, first of all- Merry Christmas, you asshole! And secondly-” She shoved the now falling apart plant in his chest. Looking down at the plant in his chest, recognising it and looking up at (y/n) with still confused eyes. “I know it was you, the whole time and you never told me.”

Loki’s face suddenly twisted, his negative state of mind taking the forefront. “Is it because I’m the last one left? Because there were no other mortals left on your list and you’re so desperate that you’ll turn to your last resorts. The monster-”

A hand suddenly covered his mouth, “Loki as much as I love your voice, can you shut up?”

He slightly nodded, but she didn’t move her hand needing to get this out. “I didn’t think of you last, I knew by that day in the gym. Someone said something to me and… Loki I’ve been so blind to you but it really couldn’t be anyone else but you.” Finally, (y/n) released his mouth, his eyebrows drawn.

“You’ve known for five days? You never said anything?”

“Well I had a plan but you sort of killed it… bastard.” Loki scoffed a laugh, “you have a foul mouth (y/n) …” “Oh, please you secretly enjoy it.”

Loki held up the harsh crushed plant in question. “And what’s this for?”

(Y/n) quickly stepped forward, her heart skipping in a panic at seeing Thor in the corner of her eye approach them to take Loki, there was an emergency on Asgard after all. “Loki, I can’t give you anything worth 3 weeks’ worth of gifts but I can give you this.”

“A plant?”His raised eyebrows gave the signal that he was seriously re-considering who he chose to fall in love with.

“No!” (y/n) laughed swiping the plant from him. “It was meant to be symbolic but shit nevermind... I meant myself.”

Loki paused, considering (y/n)’s eyes as she continued to step forward until they were chest to chest. Lightly (y/n) grabbed one of his hands and intertwined their fingers and Loki let her. In the corner of her eye (y/n) knew it was about a minute before Thor reached them. She had limited time. (Y/n) held it above them and it was then Loki understood her intentions. “I refuse to kiss you under that stupid plant.”

“You know they are sacred in folklore, right? Considered to bestow life and fertility; a protection against poison all that cute shit and I mean you were the one to plant them all over the building, it’s why you were so frustrated that everyone was seemingly catching me under there... but you.”

A slight tinge of red adorned his cheeks and made (y/n) laugh. Seeing Thor was a mere three steps away from them, she decided to just go for it. Throwing away the plant, “I hated that stupid plant anyways.” (y/n) Leaned up on her tiptoes and brought her hands to Loki’s face, bringing their lips together.

Instantly he reacted, hands holding onto her hips; pulling her into him more. Pulling lightly on his hair (y/n) thought she heard a gasp as she let her tongue lightly touch his own. Pulling away slowly, (y/n) pressed her forehead to Loki’s. Neither releasing their hold on the other.

A cough broke them out of their little daydream. “I’m glad this is finally happening, so Loki can stop whining and moping about you, Lady (y/n), but there really is an emergency.”

Looking back to Loki, she gave him a quick peck, once again leaning her forehead on his. “Come back to me?” (y/n) asked meekly.

“Always. You owe me for all my gifts, don’t you?” Loki initiated the kiss as she laughed lightly, leaning down so their lips could meet again. 

It was like the whole world had come together, two puzzle pieces to make one masterpiece. Carefully he released her from his hold, twisting a piece of her hair before stepping away.

Then… he left, a great blast of the rainbow bridge and there was nobody left there but (y/n) with the memory of his lips on hers and the promise to return.

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Serious

This is for the multiple anons who wanted a moving in together fic! This is one of the longest one-shots I’ve written in a while so, I hope you like it!

Masterlist – Plot: A serious conversation takes place.

Serious (One-Shot)

Tom and Zendaya had spent a while talking about Zendaya spending Christmas in London. At first, she’d hesitated but the idea of spending Christmas in a place where there was an actual possibility of snow was inviting.

“Please, come. We can cuddle by the fire with Tess.” Tom had been adamant during his Chaos Walking shoot to convince his girlfriend to fly back to England with him when he was done filming. For the first time in what felt like years, he had an abundance of down time and obviously, he wanted to spend a significant amount of it with her. He wanted to show her his favourite hangout spots from high school and take her sight-seeing around London.  “And Mum really wants to spend more time with you.” And, from there onwards, it hadn’t taken much persuasion to get Zendaya to say yes. Tom spent so much time with her family that she felt she needed to do the same with his. She wanted to be able to head to the gym with his mom, Nikki, and joke around with his brother’s like Tom did with the likes of Darnell and Law. But most importantly, she missed him.

But, after a few weeks of making extravagant plans in London, one phone call had ruined all of Tom and Zendaya’s plans.

It had been a routine phone call from Zendaya’s nieces. They were gushing about the matching pyjamas they had found for Christmas day and their excitement had bought tears to Zendaya’s eyes. She had always spent Christmas with them - since they day that they were born – and she couldn’t stomach not being able to see their eyes light up as they opened each carefully selected present. Christmas was never about her, it was always about creating a magical atmosphere of appreciation and family for the little ones.

“Auntie Daya, are you okay?” Her nieces had evidently noticed her tears and Zendaya just nodded readily, her palm swiping at her face quickly. She got rid of all evidence of her tears before pasting a grin across her features.

“I’m just excited.” Like the devoted Aunt that she was, Zendaya smiled through the conversation, listening intently whilst they told her animated stories. “I love you, girls.”

“We love you too.” One after the other, the girls blew her hyperbolic kisses and Zendaya grinned before leaving her sister to put them to bed.

“Z,” Before the call cut off, her big sister whispered into the camera screen. “You don’t have to stay for them, you know. They’ll understand. It’s okay for you to want to spend time with To-“

“No, I’ll be home for Christmas.” Zendaya spoke with a finality, hanging the call up so that she could converse with Tom.

“Hey, babe.” Based on the time, Zendaya knew Tom was done shooting and she couldn’t help but feel a weight lift off her chest as he answered the phone cheerily. “I was just thinking about you-“

Tom was scheduled to be flying home the following night, Zendaya following closely behind him on a flight a few hours later. He was officially done with Chaos Walking and the wrap party had finished up a few hours prior. Now all that was on Tom’s mind was spending time with his friends, family and Zendaya.

“Oh yeah?” She chuckled softly but Tom knew her well enough, her tone indicating that something was up.

“What’s wrong?” Tom didn’t beat around the bush, his eyes frowning together as he sat up in bed, a sudden worry flooding through him. “Is everything okay?”

“I-“ Zendaya paused, unsure of how to phrase the bad news. “I don’t-“

“Hey, you can tell me anything, what’s going on?”

“I can’t make it to London for Christmas.” As soon as Zendaya told him, Tom felt his heart sink. Every time he got a free moment on set, Tom was thinking of everything that he and Z could do whilst in London. She had never spent such a long time on his home turf and he was excited. She had shown him around Oakland and Northridge and he was finally getting the privilege to do the same. He wanted to take her to Harrods and let her pick her Christmas gift, he wanted her to settle in with the mannerisms of his family, wanted her to see everything that Kingston had to offer.

“Why? What changed your mind?”

“I want to be there, Tom, with you.” Zendaya smiled sullenly because her words were the truth. She hated how she didn’t know Tom’s family as well as he knew hers. But, it was inevitable, with most of their schedules consisting of work in L.A. Zendaya being in London, with no work obligations, was suspicious and with both of them keeping their relationship out of the limelight, it was difficult arranged an incognito trip that met the demands of both their conflicting schedules. “But, I just got off facetime with Marlee and-“

“I understand, Z. You don’t have to explain wanting to spend time with your family on a day like Christmas.” Tom’s words weren’t bitter or upset, he genuinely did understand. His mum wanted him at home because she missed him and that probably applied to Zendaya’s family too. They were still young but with schedules as crazy as theirs, days like Christmas were very much appreciated by Zendaya and Tom’s family members.

“But-“

“But nothing!” Tom knew Zendaya and he knew she was probably feeling really guilty for cancelling on him last minute and like he always did, he knew exactly what to say to reassure her of her decisions. “Don’t make yourself feel bad for wanting to spend Christmas with your family.”

“You know I love you, right?” Zendaya felt a sudden urge to have Tom in her arms. She wanted to cling to him and kiss him senseless; actions that embodied the love and appreciation she treasured for him. “I’m just upset I won’t be able to see you until New Years now and-“

“You will.” Without any hesitation, Tom was pulling his laptop onto his bed and looking into cancelling his flight back to England. For once since his career had taken off, he had an abundance of time off - which convenient in a situation like the current. He practically had two to three months which meant he could spare a few weeks to spend some down time in L.A. before heading back home. “I can just fly to L.A. tomorrow instead-“

“No, Tom, I can’t ask you to do that.” Zendaya shook her head, a scoff escaping her lips. She wasn’t heartless, she understood Tom’s parents probably missed him just as much as she did, and she didn’t want to stop him from going to see his family at the earliest opportunity. “You have plans! You and Harrison are flying home together … and you’ve already posted on your stupid Instagram story about how you’re heading back to London-“

“Will you relax.” Tom chuckled as he sorted out the technicalities of his newly diverted trip. It was a surprisingly easy feat – money not being an issue - and he grinned to himself as his flight confirmation flooded into his inbox. “I can’t go three months without seeing you and quite frankly, everyone at home will probably grow disinterested in me within a week or so. Besides, Harrison’s a big boy, he can get on a flight by himself.”

“But-“

“Stop with your buts, baby.” Tom let out a little laugh that instantly made Zendaya smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? I love you.”

“Love you.”

Once their phone conversation was up, Zendaya couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest girl on Earth. She had been the one to screw up their plans and yet Tom had been so understanding that she felt she needed to do something to show just how appreciative she was of him. Normally, her appreciation consisted of making love to him and sitting on his lap whilst watching movies. She kept a stock of his favourite beer in the house and had a designated section of her closet for him and his clothes. However, today, that didn’t feel like it was enough. And, she had an idea of exactly what she wanted to do to welcome Tom back to L.A. Despite it being close to her regular bedtime, Zendaya found herself on the internet, Tom’s homecoming circling the forefront of her brain. She refused to sleep until she had everything sorted and by the time she was done organising her plan, it was three. Zendaya fell asleep with a smile on her face, the excitement of surprising Tom catalysing a swarm of butterflies in her stomach.

After what felt like a well-deserved lie in the next morning, Zendaya began putting her plan into action. She made a quick stop at Target for supplies and snakes before diving right in. Her plan involved a lot of elbow grease and by the time she was done, she only had time to shower before Tom texted her telling her he had landed. Like most times when he got to L.A., he insisted on hiring a car and driving to her instead of her coming to collect him. He hated her driving skills and frankly, it always made him feel more at home to have his own car to get around with. Unlike how she usually did, Zendaya didn’t fight him on this and she patiently waited upon his arrival. Once again, the nerves kicked back in and she breathed in and out slowly until she heard his customary double tap on the front door.

“Hey, boyfriend.” Zendaya opened the door extravagantly, her arms wrapping around his neck instantaneously. Tom dropped his bags and caught Zendaya’s slim frame readily. Her legs wound around his waist and he walked her into the house with his head buried in the crook of her neck. He inhaled, in and out, deeply; savouring the feeling of her.

“I missed you.” Tom mumbled against her skin and pulled away reluctantly. He placed a kiss quick to her lips before her setting her back on the ground. It was then that he caught sight of the changed interior of Zendaya’s home. “What is all of this?”

Zendaya grabbed at Tom’s bags quickly before closing the front door. She flicked off the main light switch and within seconds, her whole downstairs lit up with fairy lights.

“I thought we could have a little Christmas of our own.”

Zendaya’s surprise to Tom was a mock-Christmas. She had sourced down a large fake tree online and had spent hours decorating it and the house. Accents of green, red and gold filtered her quaint home and Tom felt his heart lurch in awe of it all – it was all too much to take in at once. There was tinsel running up the bannister of her stairs and presents wrapped neatly under the tree. There was a full spread of Christmas dinner on the table, turkey store-bought just for him. The TV was set up with a queue of classic Christmas movies and there was even a piece of mistletoe hanging over her couch.

“Z-“ Tom turned to her, his hands reaching out to pull her into him again. “This is all so much! How did you pull it off so quickly?”

“Do you like it?” Her eyes were doe and wide-eyed, almost as if she was seeking his approval and Tom simply reassured her by capturing her lips with his own. “I wanted to spend Christmas with you somehow and-“

“It’s perfect.” Tom grinned, his eyes taking in Zendaya and everything that she had done just for him. “You’re perfect.”

“Shut up, loser. Now can we eat first? I’m starving.” Z joked, elbowing his side, but deep down, she loved that he didn’t hesitate to compliment her at any given moment.

Tom wasn’t one to say no to food and the two settled into their normal, mundane routine within minutes. They sat and cracked dad jokes over dinner; Tom sipping at his beloved beer and Zendaya with her trusty Kool-Aid. They’d chew in a comfortable silence and then Tom would sneak a kiss in somewhere. With this routine, dinner took way longer than it should have and the whole ordeal ended with her in his lap.

“I can’t believe you did all of this.” Tom whispered, his hand cupping her cheek lovingly.

“I can’t believe you flew here.” Zendaya retaliated in the most believable British accent that she could put on. “Now, come on, it’s time for presents.” Like a child on Christmas morning, Zendaya sprung out of his lap and onto the floor. She was perched next to the tree and she handed him the smallest gift box there. “Open this one first.”

“I didn’t get you anything.” Tom frowned. This whole thing had been a surprise for him but that still don’t stop him from feeling bad about all of the presents under the tree.

“It doesn’t matter, just open it!” Zendaya dismissed his comment with a wave of her hand. She wasn’t a materialistic person, never had been. She found her happiness derived from things other than money and one of those things was in the box that Tom was holding. She clasped her hands together, her palms growing suddenly clammy.

“You got me a car? You shouldn’t have!” Tom undid the neat packaging slowly to find a simple gold key. Truthfully, he had no idea what the key was for and he made the car joke only for Zendaya to shut it down quickly.

“Ha, you wish. Try again.”

“The key to your heart?” Tom mocked, seizing her hand in his own.

“Wrong again, you cheese ball!” Playfully, Zendaya smacked his chest before taking the box off him. She pulled out her own set of keys from her back pocket before comparing her house key to the one she had wrapped.

They keys were identical.

“Baby, is this a key to your house?” Tom glanced between the two metal cuts before looking up at his girlfriend whose smile was evidently one filled with nerves.

“I … I just thought you spend so much time in L.A. and you spend most of your time here anyway, you know? And it would mean we get to spend more time together. You’ll obviously still have the apartment in Kingston but-” Tom just wasted his money on hotel rooms when he spent most of his time at Zendaya’s house. Plus, the rooms that were booked by his agent were usually in tourist, aka, paparazzi filled areas and it didn’t help with Tom’s anxiety. Northridge was a home away from home, a quiet, tucked away neighbourhood where he was rarely followed or hounded by people with oppressive cameras.

“Are you asking me to move in with you?” Tom questioned warily, making sure he wasn’t reading things wrong.

“Yeah … I guess, I am.” Zendaya looked down at her lap and was surprised by the sudden notion of Tom pulling her back into his lap.

“Yes.”

“Yes?” Zendaya didn’t know why she had been doubting that Tom would say anything other than yes and her head snapped upwards as soon as he agreed.

“Of course, I’ll move in with you, Z.” Tom dragged Zendaya under the hanging mistletoe, confirming his agreement with a long, earth-shattering kiss. “I don’t think any of these other presents can top this.” Tom clasped the key tightly, practically holding it to his chest.

“This one might be a close second.” Zendaya grinned with an exceptional amount of happiness swarming her entirety. She pulled out another present, this one, a simple envelope. “This isn’t a marriage certificate, is it?”

“Just shut up and open it, will you.” This time, she was handing him tickets to The Greatest Showman premiere in New York. It was one of her first big feature films and she wanted him to be there for such a big night. He’d been with her throughout the whole journey, even taking the time out to spend a few hours with her whilst she was on set. He’d comfort her on the phone when she was tired and sore, and he’d send her goofy snaps telling her how proud he was of all of her hard work. Zendaya knew it would feel wrong celebrating the release of the film without him by her side. “I want you to be one of the first people to see it before it hits the big screen.”

With both the key to her home and the tickets to one of her first big premieres, Tom felt tears prick at his eyes. This was his first adult-like relationship and knowing Zendaya wanted him to be so actively involved in his life made him unbelievably content.

“Merry Christmas, baby.”

“Merry Christmas.” Zendaya snickered, her eyes drifting to her calendar that read – 17th November, 2017.

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Marathon Chritsmas Movies

— Marathon Christmas movies —

Summary: You spend a day going through all the movies Steve has missed over the years.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, fluff and more fluffy fluff.

Words:  840

Note: My entry to @caplansteverogers’ Christmas writing challenge with the prompt of ‘Marathon Christmas Movies.’ Please feel free to send constructive feedback my way to help me to improve because it is always appreciated. Sorry this is so late and i don't know how well it meets the prompt but i rote it then it got deleted somehow so i had to start again.

You had been dating Steve Rogers for just under a year and you had planned to spend Christmas together this year and show Steve a proper Christmas but sadly due to a threat abroad Steve had been away from Christmas Eve. You had been told that today, the 30th, was the day that he would be back so you had gone above and beyond awake from 5 in the morning you had spent time making and preparing a wonderful dinner, you had set the table and even bought some DVDs to watch for after when you would undoubtedly be stuffed and Steve would probably still want pudding.

You sat on the sofa still in your pyjamas your hair a mess and no makeup on and that was the exact moment in which Steve walked through the door obviously having had a shower and changed before he came in. "STEVE!" you shouted running over and pulling him into a hug he wrapped his big arms around you and kissed your forehead and you felt your face heat up.

"Doll do I smell food?" Steve asked.

"Yeah I was making Christmas dinner for when you came in because we missed Christmas Day."

“You’re amazing.” Steve said kissing you again this time on the lips before you remembered just how much of a mess you probably looked with no make up  your hair hadn’t been done and you had spilled gravy on yourself not too long ago.

"Steve you've come home too early I was going to sort everything out before you came I haven’t even hoovered." You complained looking at your home that although it was clean it annoyed you that after everything Steve did for his job that he would then come to a house that was messy/

“You do realise that I love how you look and the house is perfect just the way it is.” Steve replied before kissing you forehead and leading you to the kitchen. “Well now I’m glad I rejected the sandwiches at the base it smells divine, just like you.” He said cuddling into the back of you and sniffing at the smell of body wash that you had used this morning.

----

You and Steve had eaten more food than you thought you ever could and you were officially in a food coma. “Should we put a film on Stevie?” You asked pushing yourself off the couch you headed over to the cabinet where you kept a variety of DVD. “What’s your favourite Christmas film then?”

“I don’t know Y/N, never had the chance to watch any being so busy around Christmas.”

“Right well we will start watching them then, Might have to start with…” You moved your finger over the cases of the DVDs thinking of the best one to start with. “Child alone at Christmas that pranks burglars or romance film set in England with many different couples.”

“Let’s go with romance then the other one.”

“Love actually it is then.” You announce placing the disk into the DVD player, while its starting up you turn off the lights and plop yourself down beside him pulling a blanket up over the pair of you. Skipping the adverts you get to the film.

“When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know, none of the phone calls from people on board were messages of hate or revenge, they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I've got a sneaky feeling, you'll find that love actually is all around.”

----

“Well that was an eye opener for my first modern Christmas film. Do all Christmas films feature the making of porn films these days or is that the only one.”

“No it’s only that one.” You chuckled realising now how you’d never really watched that part fully always skipping over it as you’d only ever watched it around family.  “Maybe wasn’t the best thing to watch for your first experience.”

“I didn’t mind the rest of the film was alright.” He said “The accents reminded me of Pegs.”

“Well I’m glad you liked it, home alone now?”

“Why not.”  You stood and changed the disk before lying down with your head in Steve’s lap and without thinking his hands began to softly trail over your head and neck.

----

You woke to find Steve asleep above you and the movie playing to itself you were on number three now though you only remember half of the second film, Steve’s hand was still gently rubbing your head. You gently moved it onto the couch and pushed yourself up placing your hand on his cheek you kissed him softly. “My favourite way to wake up.” He smiled kissing you again. “I love you.”

“I love you too, but I think we need to go to bed and we can continue this all tomorrow.” You said to him and he picked you up bridal style and carried you to the bedroom placing you on the bed he cuddles up next to you and kisses your head again.

“Merry Christmas Y/N.”

“A bit late but Merry Christmas Steve.”

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Impala67

Characters - Dean X Reader, Sam, waitress and guy at the bar. Word Count - 874

Returning from the bar with 2 beers in one hand and a glass of wine in the other you sat back in your seat as you handed the boys their beers. “What’d I miss?”

“Don’t,” Dean warned as he glared at Sam.

“Dean’s on a dating app.” Sam blurted as he grinned at you.

“What?” You questionedwide-eyedd as you looked at the boys.

“Yeah!” Sam laughed as he sipped on his beer.

“Let me see!” You smiled at Dean as you held your hand out hiding any emotion you had.

“No!”

“Why not?”

“Because I said no.” Dean groaned as he glared at Sam. “You’ve really done it now."

“Shouldn't leave your phone on the table,” Sam smirked.

“If Sammy saw I wanna see!” You complained as you sipped on your wine.

“Fine … here." Dean handed you his phone as he scowled at both you and Sam.

As you looked through Dean's profile your hand flew to your mouth, small gasps and giggles left you as you smiled at Dean.

“Nice one Impala67.” You teased as you bit your tongue.

“Okay, shut up, just because you can snap your fingers and have five men at your feet.” Dean rolled his eyes as he spoke.

“Dean you’ve been watching too much porn.” You corrected.

“Wait honestly we detoured 8 hours so you could get laid?” Sam questioned his tone changed slightly.

“Maybe.”

“Seriously Dean?” Sam sighed as he gulped down on his beer. “What’s wrong with meeting someone in a bar?”

“It’s effort.”

“Oh and sending hundreds of messages to some woman isn't effort?”

“No, I …”

“You’ve embarrassed him now Sammy.”

“Just shut up both of you.” Dean snapped as you looked at Sam and finished the wine in your glass.

“I'm sorry to interrupt but this is from the man at the bar.” The waitress announced as she placed a glass of wine before you.

“Thanks." You smiled at her before you flashed a smiled to the man at the bar who was watching you.

“See it’s easy for you, you haven't done anything and someone’s bought you a drink.”

Shrugging you winked at Dean. “Time to go break his poor heart.”

“Why?”

“I’m not interested.” You shrugged as you looked between the boys. “I’ll be back in a few.” You smiled as you got up and walked towards the bar.

“Why are you on a dating app if you feel how you do about her?”

“Because I’m trying to get over her she’s never going to accept me or love me back.”

“There's a good looking guy at the bar who's just bought her a drink and she’s not interested, do you think there's a reason for that?”

You stood behind Dean frozen to the spot you heard Sam question Dean over his feelings for you .You must have looked so confused, Sam’s eyes never left Dean yet he told you to remain silent and still.

“I don’t know Sammy all I know is that I love her, I hate that I love her but I do, I love her so much. She doesn't know what she does to me, I mean when the days when she's aimlessly walking about the bunker in her pyjamas I just look at her and want to cuddle her, I want to spend days in bed with her watching tv and movies, I just want to spend every second of the day with her. I just love her so much.”

“You love me?” You asked as you took a step towards Dean, he turned to face you with wide eyes.

“Erm no, I …” He tried to play it off.

“Dean.” You asked as you sat next to him.

“Yes.” His eyes fell from you as he looked at Sam.

“Dean, I love you too.” You whispered.

“Well now you two know how you feel about each other I’m leaving you both to it, and I'm getting a separate room.”


The smile on your face spread to Dean’s as he watched you. “Thanks, Sammy.”

“It’s fine I was fed up of watching you two love each other from a distance.” He smirked as he got up and left you and Dean alone.

“He’s a sneaky lil.”

“For saying we’re hunters we’re awful at noticing things.”

“Obviously.” You smiled at him as you leaned into him, your lips millimeters away apart. “You need to delete that app." You whispered before kissing Dean on the cheek.

“On it!” Dean announced as he deleted the app and stuffed his phone into his pocket.

“Come on let’s go find somewhere else to talk.” You stood up and threw some cash on the table. Dean instantly picked it up and gave it back to you.

“Let me pay.” He spoke as he paid and ushered you out of the bar.

“Was that our first date?”

“Hell no! We’re having a real first date one without other people and dating apps and guys hitting on you, just you and me.”

“Sounds like a plan Winchester.”

“God I love you,” Dean whispered as he kissed your temple.

“Love you too.” You smiled as you took his hand in yours and walked out of the bar to a life where Dean Winchester loves you.

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