#but i want to get back on track and finish by christmas at the latest

[starmocha]

Saw a few of these posts and...I need motivation. My energy level has dropped drastically since Monday and I'm just feeling... 🫠

Rules: Make a 24hr poll listing the titles of every WIP you want to work on. (It’s fine if you only have one, still make a poll for the vote count). Whichever WIP title gets the most votes, write 1 sentence for every vote received.

[wayward-dreamer]

Pillow Talk

Pairing: Soldier Boy x F!Reader

Word count: 1,782

Summary: After a stressful meeting lead by Stan Edgar, Y/N looks forward to her other weekly meeting that is far more enjoyable.

Warnings: Swearing, implied smut: oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it up people), pillow talk turned dirty talk, vaginal fingering

A/N: I started writing this after that Gen V ep, but a lot of things got in the way of me finishing it. Happy reading, hope y'all like it! :) beta'd by my love @hintsofhoney

Y/N yawned, covering her mouth with her hand as she scribbled random drawings on the paper in front of her with a black pen. She was bored out of her mind as Mr. Edgar addressed everyone in the meeting, something about the latest demographic numbers for the supes and she was meant to be taking notes about it all, but she lost track. Whoever decided it was a good idea to have a meeting at the end of the day on a Friday was an idiot. Another few minutes of this and she could leave, once the clock ticked over to 5pm and the weekend was officially upon them. She kept glancing up at the time, her heeled foot shaking in anticipation for a regular meeting of her own that she was excited to get to.

Ever since Vought’s Christmas party a few months ago, when she caught the attention of Soldier Boy and they spent the night together, she’d leave the Friday meeting, pack up her things and get her night started with him. It was never anything serious between them, just some fun between them every week, and that was exactly what she needed.

A smile came to her face as she got lost in thought about everything he had in store for her, just as Mr. Edgar dismissed everyone for the weekend. She picked up her things and walked out behind all the male employees who she couldn’t stand. She was Mr. Edgar’s assistant but there were times that she was forced to do tasks some of the other suits wanted her to do, no matter how much she protested. They were all arrogant, entitled assholes who only wanted one thing when they looked at her, and even though Soldier Boy was no different because he also was a man of his time, at least he never pretended to be anything else around her.

Y/N walked back to her desk and put everything on top, ready to collect once she decided to leave, before she made her way down the hallway towards the loft apartments where the supes resided. She stopped in front of the door marked with “Soldier Boy” in gold letters, turning the knob and letting herself in, which was what she always did considering the door was unlocked after 5pm just for her. As she strolled into the apartment, she unbuttoned and took off her gray blazer, draping it over the back of one of the armchairs, smiling at the sound of a Sinatra song coming from the record player in the corner.

“Right on time,” she heard his deep, rough voice enter the room as he walked from his bedroom to the bar.

She turned around, a shiver running down her back as she took in his appearance. “I’m nothing if not punctual.”

Soldier Boy smirked as he poured a generous amount of whiskey into two tumblers, moving out from behind the bar as he sauntered over to her, his suit unzipped and revealing the white t-shirt he was wearing underneath. He swiped something off the surface before he stood in front of her, handing her a glass.

“After the day I’ve had, I really need this,” she said, turning the tumbler around in her hand. “Cheers.”

He clinked his glass against hers, a grin on his face as he watched her take a few sips. He held up the small, plastic bag with a handful of pills inside, waving it in front of her eyes which had her pause drinking, their gazes locked on each other.

“Anything else you really need?”

“Yes,” she breathed, her mouth opening slightly.

They kept their eyes on each other as he took out two of the small, round tablets from the bag. She stuck her tongue out a little, making him groan at the sight as he placed one of the pills on it, watching her swallow it down and taking a sip of her whiskey. He continued to stare at her as he tossed the tablet back with a swig of his drink, frowning as he saw her put her now empty glass down as she began to unbutton her blouse.

“You know that’s my job, doll,” he husked, his eyes darkened as he looked at her. “Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

He wasted no more time as he threw back the rest of the amber liquid, tossing the glass behind him and hearing it shatter, unbothered by the scattered pieces across the floor. He moved towards her, pulling her roughly into his arms as he pressed his lips to hers, the kiss as searing and erotic as all their previous encounters. He grasped her shirt in his hands, ripping it down the front, a squeal escaping her as the buttons flew everywhere. By now he usually had her on the bed, on her back with her legs thrown over his shoulders, but he had other plans for her as he pushed her down on the sofa. The fingers of one hand curled into the leather as the other moved between the soft locks of his hair, his head between her thighs and making her come undone in no time at all as she screamed his name and covered his mouth in her arousal.

Before she could fully comprehend what was happening, Soldier Boy gathered her in his strong arms and carried her over to the dining table, roughly dropping her down on the surface as their hands frantically pulled off the rest of each other’s clothes. With her back meeting the cold wood of the table and her legs wrapped around his waist, she moaned wantonly as he thrusted into her, moving faster and harder with every mutter of his name from her lips. It wasn’t long before she reached the peak for a second time, a giggle of disbelief leaving her as she came down from her high.

They made it to the bed eventually. With one last release from her triggering his, they came together as he grunted, a smirk pulling at his lips when he felt the way he spilled inside her walls. He rolled off her, her nimble fingers plucking the sheet up and pulling it over them, just as he reached for the cigarettes on his nightstand. He took one out of the pack and placed it between his lips, picking up his lighter and flicking it, bringing the small flame to the tip. He took a long drag before he blew it out, closing his eyes in satisfaction as he felt Y/N take the cigarette from between his fingers. As he opened them, he turned to look at her, watching the way she held it between her own fingers, the way her lips closed around the filter.

“Well, you really know how to take my mind off things, that’s for damn sure,” she stated, laughing softly as she placed the cigarette in the ashtray that sat on the nightstand.

“It’s a fucking gift,” he grinned. “Better take a breather, ‘cause I ain't done with you yet, sugar.”

She smiled, a small sigh escaping her as she thought back on the day. “It’s a good thing we keep this little rendezvous of ours on a Friday because those meetings are slow, agonizing torture.”

“I’m guessing it was a meeting with Stan?” he asked, leaning in and pressing a kiss to her neck.

“Yeah,” she replied, a small gasp falling from her lips as he continued to nip at her skin. “He just stresses me out about everything.”

She tried to resist him as he nuzzled at her neck, trying to move further down, but she eventually gave in with a low moan. Her eyes closed as her head fell back against the pillow, feeling his lips move down her collarbone and pull the sheet down, exposing her breasts to him. Her eyebrows furrowed as he nipped and sucked at her flesh, his tongue circling over her nipple.

“Handling the supes is getting to be too much as well, thanks to him,” she muttered, biting down on her lip as she tried to move away from him.

She could feel herself getting lost to his skillful tongue and fingers, but the second round he was trying to start needed to wait. She was only human, and didn’t have the same stamina he had as a supe.

He lifted his head, releasing the stiff bud with a wet pop, staring down at her. “Even me?”

“Especially you,” she countered, a mischievous smile pulling at her lips.

“Oh, I don’t know,” he began, his signature smirk on his face as his hand drifted down under the sheets, moving between her legs and feeling how wet she was again. Their eyes locked as he teased her folds with his fingers, causing her to gasp and a deep, rough chuckle to escape him as he didn’t take his gaze off her. “I think you’re pretty fucking capable of handling all of me.”

“Stop,” she giggled, trying and failing to push him away.

“You’re the one who can’t stay away, doll.”

“Maybe I should,” she challenged, lifting an eyebrow as she looked up at him.

Soldier Boy’s green eyes darkened with lust, and something else she had no desire to identify. A short gasp of pleasure escaped her as his thumb brushed over her clit, his intense stare never leaving her as the digit circled around the bundle of nerves. Her eyes fluttered closed as a long, drawn out moan left her mouth, his fingers sinking into her tight heat.

“See… if you did that, then you wouldn’t be right here, with my fingers fucking into your tight little pussy,” he grunted, his jaw tight as he looked down at her through hooded eyes.

Y/N didn’t recognize the sound she made as he started to thrust his fingers into her, maybe it was a moan, but it was a shrill cry, she wasn’t sure. All she knew was that she was giving into him once more. As she always did whenever she found herself back here, every single Friday.

“You always come back to a little… pillow talk, don’t ya, sugar?”

The words were just above a whisper, the rough timbre of his voice causing a shiver to run down her back as she wrapped her arm around his neck, holding onto him as she nodded, letting him pleasure her in every way he wanted. He knew she had only been teasing him when she said she’d stay away from him. They both knew her resolve wasn’t that strong.

She wasn’t going to give up this little ritual of theirs any time soon.

[mykneeshurt]

Silk

Sub!Soap x F!reader

Warnings - 18+, minors DNI, explicit smut, BDSM themes, shibari (do not take part in any BDSM without proper research, consent and aftercare), all acts in this are consensual

Based on the request by @shadofireshinobi

For @glitterypirateduck Christmas event, if you squint

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Looking at yourself in the mirror you added the finishing touches to your outfit. It was the annual Christmas party in your household, family from all over the country would visit and stay up until the early hours. Snow adorned the countryside which surrounded your house, the night was crystal clear as the moon cast shadows upon the winter wonderland.

‘Your brothers here!’ Your mother yelled from the bottom of the stairs. ‘Coming!’

The house was adorned with various Christmas decorations, gold lights, sparkles, mistletoe, presents. It was your mother’s favourite time of year. At the bottom of the stairs was your brother, back from his latest deployment and with him?

John MacTavish, your brother’s best friend and a thorn in your side since day one. As soon as that boy could speak he wouldn’t leave you alone. Chasing you. Tormenting you. Flirting with you. Doing everything he could to get into your pants. But he was always met with a stone cold exterior, you’d decline his advances and shoot him down any chance you got. It got old quickly.

But he was insatiable.

‘Ah! There she is! You’re lookin ever so radiant lass’ he smiled as he pulled you into a tight hug. Grimacing you pushed him away, ‘always a pleasure John’ you spat.

‘After all these years still don’t like my hugs eh?’

‘Plenty I don’t like about you Johnny’ you smiled as you turned to walk away. ‘Aww, don’t be like that!’ He chuckled, ‘I know you’ll give into me sooner or later.’

Giving him a sickly sweet smile you cocked your head ‘oh, is that so?’

‘Aye, I know so.’ Despite him being a massive flirt and complete pain in the ass he was devilishly attractive. Something that pained you to admit. He had cerulean eyes which twinkled even on a moonless night, a jaw so sharp it could cut through skin and a smile so bright it illuminated any room he walked into.

But he was cocky, an ego so big at times you had to restrain yourself from laying into him. After years of him hounding you, you finally decided it was time to teach him a lesson. Champagne in hand you closed the gap between the two of you, his cologne smelt fresh, citrusy and uplifting. A stark contrast to your perfume which emitted tones of earth, leather and oud.

Placing your lips close to his ear you breathed in his scent, it was surprisingly intoxicating. ‘Follow me.’

You lead him up the deep walnut stained staircase, your hand in his as he grinned like a fool behind you. Flashing him a sultry gaze over your shoulder you bit your lip, watching as he gulped before raking his eyes over your body.

As you entered your room you pulled him towards an emerald low backed chair in the corner, pushing him by his chest while you downed your champagne. Licking your lip you trailed your thumb over his jaw before landing on his plush lips. ‘Think this is the first time I’ve heard you speechless Johnny’ you purred as you pulled something out of your drawer.

The silence didn’t last long.

He sat in the chair looking excruciatingly pleased with himself. ‘Knew I’d break you’ he beamed. ‘Mmm hmm’ you nodded as you approached him once more, your face still completely nonchalant. ‘Canne wait to fuck you, knew you’d been wanting me too.’

‘Take it off’ you ordered pointing at his suit, completely ignoring him. He wasted no time in stripping down to his boxers, grinning the entire time. ‘Oh Johnny, I had no idea you were hiding that under there’ you cooed as you stared as his impressive physique.

Broad shoulders, firm smooth biceps, pronounced pecs and extremely defined legs. It was truly impressive.

He went to move towards you, but you swiftly stopped him in his tracks. ‘Sit’ you barked. Doing as he was told he sank back into the chair, unsure of what was happening. Cupping his jaw you leant in close, hovering your lips above his. ‘Good boy. Now lean forward.’

He swallowed, hard.

Doing as he was told, you then slowly grazed your nails against his skin, over each hollow of his muscles. He twitched under your touch, goose pimples soon spread across his arms and back. You pulled both arms behind him as you moved your hands towards his shoulders, ‘so tense baby’ you purred as you placed a kiss between his shoulder blades. ‘Maybe I can fix that for you.’

With his arms behind his back you started to weave a soft black rope in between his shoulders, making loops, pulling tightly, working your way down to his wrists, completely incapacitating him. ‘W-what is this?’ He asked meekly. The once cocky John MacTavish now quieter than a mouse.

Circling round the chair you trailed your fingertips along his shoulders, stopping once you reached his collarbone. ‘It’s called a dragonfly sleeve. You’ll get used to it, I promise’ you smirked as you bent down to nip his ear. ‘Don’t worry I’ll be gentle.’ His breath staggered as he tried to wriggle against his bonds.

Pulling away from him you slipped out of your silk evening dress, it fell down your body, kissing every curve as it dropped to the floor. His breath visibly caught in his throat as he watched you, eyes wide, lips slightly parted. ‘This what you wanted?’ You asked as you caressed your body under your own gentle touch. ‘To see me like this? To touch me? To fuck me?’

He was unable to find the words needed to speak. Unable to find any vocabulary to express how he was feeling. Unable to string together any form of coherent thought.

‘Do you know what I want?’ You asked, as you stepped out of your panties. He shook his head, still silent. ‘I want to see you beg.’ A soft whimper fell from his lips as you approached him, lace panties in hand. ‘I always get what I want Johnny. Now open your mouth.’ Doing as he was told his jaw fell slack, allowing you to gently slide your panties inside.

He took in a sharp inhale of breath as you looked down on him, a proud smirk on your lips. ‘Eyes on me. Understand?’ He nodded.

Lying back on your ottoman you spread your legs, allowing him to finally see your perfect cunt. Allowing him to finally set his eyes on what he’d been chasing for so long. You swiped your tongue along your fingers before you started to tease yourself.

Slowly you began by running your middle finger up and down your slit, gathering your arousal on your fingertip. Before adding your ring finger, you continued this motion allowing yourself to become wetter and wetter. He was transfixed on your pussy, shimmering in the dull warm glow of your bedroom.

You gazed at him through hooded lids as you pushed your fingers into your core. Spreading your lips wide for him. ‘You like seeing my pussy spread like this?’ You whined as you began to thrust your fingers, searching for that spot deep inside you.

He nodded slowly. Muscles tense from pulling against the rope.

Dropping your head backwards your arched your back, accentuating your breasts. ‘Fuck I’m so wet Johnny. You hear that?’ You panted as you upped the tempo. The sound of your pussy filled the otherwise deathly quiet room. Teasing him. Pushing him to breaking point. His breathing increased, panting into the lace underwear you stuffed into his mouth.

You continued to fuck yourself with your fingers, moaning and writhing from your touch. The palm of your hand pressing against your clit with each movement. Getting yourself off was something you’d mastered quite some time ago. It didn’t take long for your orgasm to build. ‘Fuck I’m gonna cum’ you whined, as you rolled your hips. ‘Look at me when I cum Johnny.’

Sitting up you stared directly into his eyes, his brow was furrowed, eyes wide as he tried to catch his breath. His cock desperate to escape from his boxers, precum already staining the cotton. Biting your bottom lip you pushed yourself over the edge. Slamming your hand over your mouth to muffle your hums of pleasure. Toes pointed, eyes screwed shut, pussy pulsating as white noise permeated your body.

Lying there for a few seconds you regained composure before pulling your fingers out. You looked him up and down, he was on the verge of passing out. Body tense and red from trying to keep calm.

You approached him never breaking eye contact. Lowering yourself onto his lap you pulled your panties out of his mouth. ‘Jesus fucking Christ’ he whispered, voice strained and hoarse. Without saying a word you placed your fingers in his mouth, he hummed in appreciation while he gathered your taste on his tongue. He wanted to taste all of you, kiss you, worship you, please you.

But you wouldn’t give him that.

‘You wanna cum baby’ you teased as you rolled your hips on his painfully erect cock. He whimpered into your hand, ‘yes, fuck yes.’

‘Yeah? Want me to milk this cock?’

‘Please … god, fuck.’

‘Will you be good?’ You drawled.

‘I’ll be a good boy’ he whined, trying to buck his hips into you. ‘You’ll have to be quiet. Don’t make a sound.’

‘Yes yes yes, please!’

Lifting yourself slightly you pulled his cock out of his boxers. He hissed at your touch, afraid he’d cum at the mere sensation of your fingertips on his skin. Lining him up you sank down, bottoming out in one movement. His head dropped forward onto your chest as you began to grind your hips on his. ‘No no, Johnny’ you chided, ‘look at me.’ Gripping his hair in between your fingers you yanked his head up forcing him to look at you.

His skin was flushed, lips swollen and wet. ‘Look at you, taking me so well’ you mocked, ‘didn’t think you had it in you.’ Whimpering beneath you he desperately tried to keep his eyes on yours, a flurry of incoherent words flooded his mouth as he revelled in the scent of you. Something he’d wanted for a very long time. Ever since he could remember.

Without warning you knelt up onto your knees, causing him to slip out of your cunt. A choked sob burst from his chest, ‘you cum when I say you can’ you barked, tightening your grip on his hair. You sank down onto his cock again and fucked him until he was close, rising up onto your knees once you felt him tense under neath you. You repeated this over and over and over. His stifled sobs and whimpers provided you with the very sustenance you needed to survive.

You were breaking him.

Tears pricked the corners of his eyes as he begged you to let him cum. ‘I can’t … fuck … I can’t … please’ he whined, voice cracking and straining. ‘Shh shh shh shh’ you cooed, stroking his cheek, ‘I’ll make you feel better.’

Feeling he’d learnt his lesson you lowered yourself onto him, slowly rolling your hips as you allowed him to cum. His head fell backwards as he was finally allowed to climax, his mouth agape as he sucked in sharp breaths.

Drowning in pleasure he gasped and spluttered as you watched him intently. Your own face completely devoid of any emotion. He looked pathetic beneath you, quivering and shaking at the sheer power of his orgasm. You stroked his head cooing words of praise, letting him know how well he did for you. As you removed your body from his, his cum tricked from your cunt back onto his cock causing him to jolt.

Leaving him in the chair to recover you got dressed, reapplied some make up and spritzed some extra perfume onto your wrists. ‘You’re not gonna leave me here are you?’ He asked quietly, chest still heaving.

‘Haven’t decided’ you shrugged.

‘People will wonder where I am.’

‘You really over estimate your importance Johnny’ you laughed, flashing him a coy smile. ‘Ouch’ he muttered beneath his breath.

You waltzed over and undid the rope, the knots and loops easily coming undone, allowing him to free his arms. Rubbing his wrists he regarded you for a minute, ‘you’re something else.’

‘I know’ you smiled over your shoulder as you opened your door, ‘Merry Christmas.’

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A/N - the dragonfly sleeve is a real shibari technique if you’re curious have a wee google, I don’t think I described it very well lmfao

@brewed-pangolin come get your man

[watchandread02]

For the "Holidays with the Winchesters: A very Destiel Christmas Advent Calendar" by @archervale and @wormstacheangel

Day Nine: Holy

Ao3

This is set somewhere in the early Seasons.

(There is some swearing and suggestive language/phrases in here)

Cas and Dean are walking across a field, making the track back to the Impala. They had just finished salt n’ burning the bones for their latest case.

“Holy shit.” Dean says as he steps into something, that definitely doesn’t feel like just mud.

“Where?” Cas asks, suddenly very serious.

“What, where?” Dean asks back, looking around confused.

“The holy excrement you mentioned.” Cas replies as he bends towards the ground, to take a closer look.

Dean bursts out laughing, which has Cas startling and falling forwards, into a puddle. This only has Dean laughing harder. Cas glares up at him from where he is drenched in the muddy water. Like this Cas actually looks pretty cute, kind of like an adorable little kitten. It’s almost like Cas can hear Dean’s thoughts, since his glare only intensifies. Okay so angry adorable little kitten. Dean holds out a hand for Cas to grab, only to be pulled into the puddle next to Cas. Dean sputters for a moment and then turns around to face the angel, glare already in place. The glare doesn’t last for long though. Cas is chuckling, which is pretty much a full blown laugh for the angel. Cas slowly stops laughing until only a gummy grin remains in it’s place and Dean is helpless to do anything but smile softly back at the angel. They stare at each other for a moment, before Dean stands up. He holds out his hand to Cas again, who only raises his eyebrow in reply. Dean only shrugs and smiles at Cas, who grabs Dean’s hand and ‘lets’ himself be pulled off the ground. This time without pulling Dean down to the ground again.

“We should really get back to the motel. You think you could clean us up?” Dean asks, starting to shiver because of the wet clothes and frosty air.

The next second both of them are cleaned up and Dean starts to trek back through the mud.

Cas stops him from walking any further by pulling on his arm. Cas has that serious look on his face again, “okay, but I really do need to know where that ‘holy shit’ is.” Cas asks, complete with air quotes around the ‘holy shit’.

“Don’t worry about it Cas. It’s just an expression.” Dean answers.

Dean puts an arm around the still confused angel and starts to walk them back to the car. Cas doesn’t stop asking questions even when they are back in the Impala and Dean resigns himself to the fact that he probably won’t hear the end of this, until Cas inevitably leaves to deal with some kind of heavenly business again.

—

Dean startles awake. He lets out an involuntary, “holy cow,” as he blindly reaches for his gun and points it at the intruder. Through bleary eyes Dean makes out a trenchcoat wearing person. Dean relaxes and puts the gun down on the bedside table.

“How many times do I have to tell you that it’s creepy to watch me sleep, man.” Dean grumbles as the adrenaline goes down and he starts to wake up.

Cas does his characteristic head tilt again and says earnestly, “I like watching out for you, while you sleep. You seem very relaxed when you do it.”

“Yeah, well I don’t like it. It gives me the heebie-jeebies. So I would like it if you stopped.”

During their conversation Dean has pulled on a shirt and some jeans and goes to grab the Impalas keys. “I’m gonna go get some coffee and breakfast. You want anything? You even staying long enough?”

“No, thank you Dean. I don’t need anything. I will be here when you get back though.” Cas answers, as he sits down on Dean’s bed.

Dean shakes his head and closes the door. Man that angel is a weird one. But why does it kind of warm his heart to know that Cas is watching out for him. Not that he would ever admit that to anyone aloud.

Having secured some breakfast and coffee from a diner down the road, Dean gets back to the motel room in less than 20 minutes. Dean lets himself into the room and closes the door behind him. He stops in his tracks as he turns around.

There standing in the middle of the room is a cow. A literal fucking cow. Which seems to be wearing a halo. Cas is standing beside the cow and fastening something to the back of it.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” Dean asks.

Cas turns around to face Dean, a deer in the headlights look on his face. “I thought you would take longer. I got you a holy cow.” At the end Cas is grinning proudly.

“What do you mean, you got me a holy cow?”

Cas steps to the side a bit so Dean can see what Cas was fastening to the cows back. It’s little plastic wings.

“Well when you woke up you exclaimed ‘holy cow’, so I thought you were dreaming of one and thought I would surprise you with it.” Cas answers. Go dammit he looks so proud of having pulled this off.

Dean wipes a hand over his mouth. How does he explain this without breaking Cas’ heart?

“Cas, do you remember the time where I said holy shit and I was not in fact talking about literal holy shit?” At Cas’ nod, Dean continues, “okay so this is something similar. I did not actually mean a holy cow, I was just surprised and used that as an expression of it.”

Cas looks crestfallen as he looks at the cow for a moment, before looking back at Dean. “So you weren’t actually dreaming of a holy cow? And I just did something really stupid, didn’t I?”

The sad puppy eyed look Cas has on his face right now is breaking Dean’s heart.

Dean reaches out to put a reassuring hand on Cas’ shoulder. “Yeah this might have been stupid, but it’s a very sweet idea. If I would have actually wanted a holy cow, I would be really happy right now. And thank you anyway, Cas.”

Dean pulls Cas into a really short hug. Before Cas can really reciprocate, Dean has already pulled back again. But when Dean looks at Cas' face now, there is a small smile playing on his lips.

“I think you should get the cow back to where it came from. I don’t think it will like it here for long.” Dean says.

“You are probably right.” And with one last shared smile, Cas and the cow are gone in a blink.

Dean sits down to eat his forgotten breakfast, but the smile doesn’t leave Dean’s face for the rest of the morning.

—

Dean stares at the giant Christmas tree in awe. He has to tilt his head back, up towards the sky, to even get a glimpse at the top. There are so many details that he could probably stare at the tree for hours and still find new things. Dean spots what appear to be wings at the very top. He takes a step back to be able to sed better. And yeah, there at the top is a really beautifully crafted angel, made up of thousands of tiny lights. It really is beautifully made.

“Holy fuck,” Dean whispers.

Dean hears the whoosh of wings behind him. He turns around to find Cas, standing really close to him.

“Dude, personal space. And what are you even doing here?” Dean asks, as he takes a step back.

“You called me.” Cas answers as he tilts his head and squints his eyes.

“I didn’t call on you Cas.” Dean says, confused. Dean totally doesn't think that the head tilt and squinty eyes are kind of cute.

Cas’ head tilts even more, if that’s even possible. “You didn’t specifically call my name, but I felt your longing. Normally it’s at a simmer, but a moment ago I felt a really strong pull. So I came to see what was so urgent.”

“I did- uh… I woul- I mean… uhm.” Dean sputters out intelligently.

The look of confusion on Cas’ face transforms to one of concern. “You don’t look alright.” Cas reduces the distance between them. He lifts a hand up to Dean’s forehead. Dean can feel the heat crawl up from the back of his neck into his cheeks. “Your temperature has risen significantly since I have arrived and your face is quite hot, are you alright Dean?”

“Yeah man I’m alright. Though I haven’t been told my face is hot in a while, so thanks for that.” Dean says and throws in a wink for good measure.

“Was that a flirtation?” Cas asks.

Dean’s cheeks heat up even more. “Uhm… I guess so. Yeah.” Dean answers, as he rubs the back of his neck.

“Oh, well then. I do think your face is really handsome.” Cas says, with a crudely executed wink, so it looks more like he is blinking with one eye.

Dammit even that dorky wink doesn’t reduce Cas’ attractiveness. Dean doesn’t want to think about what that says about him. They are still standing close together, like magnets that never seem to be able to part for long. Their eyes are still locked, neither having looked away since Cas first appeared.

“So what was it that actually made your longing spike up? If it wasn’t you feeling ill?” Cas wonders.

“Uhm well, I might have said ‘Holy Fuck’ before you appeared, but I don’t see why that would specifically call you here.” Dean replys.

Cas thinks about it for a moment, before seeming to come to a conclusion. “Did you happen to be thinking about something specific when you said that? Something that could be traced back to me? Words can be very powerful, if there are strong intentions behind it, Dean.”

“Oh fuck.” Dean lets out involuntary, as he realises what happened.

Cas takes an impossible step closer to him. “Oh I could definetly put a holy into that fuck for you.”

Dean’s whole body heats up at those words. If this is how Cas is going to be now that he knows Dean has been flirting with him, he doesn’t know if he will survive for long.

“Well then I think, maybe we should take this somewhere more private.” Dean whispers into Cas ear.

The next second Dean feels a pull at his navel and they land in Dean’s motel room. Before Dean can really get his bearings he is pushed back onto the bed and he has a very eager angel on top of him.

Oh yeah, Dean’s definetly fucked.

[maevesque]

Philos Is Closed. Pairing: Sky x Jeremiah Word count: ~1.8k @skynapple 🌻

A/N: Well, tis no surprise that I am your secret santa, haha. But I hope you still enjoy this drabble...that definitely exceeded the word count I was expecting to write when thinking of it. Merry Christmas, Madikins! ♡ May your day be filled with lots of love and joy. I hope you enjoy this as much as I had fun writing it.

Her meeting with Jeremiah was only meant for breakfast, the holiday season having shackled them to their own work demands, so any little time spent with him was more than enough for her and him during these busy times. Flower shops demand beautifully crafted bouquets and arrangements for one's beloved, and well, Wanderer's never sleep.

They find time, though, where Sky would visit Jeremiah after her work. She would stay for a while until he closed the shop and walked her home. A routine they had fallen into as the nights turned short and the days blanketed by the frosty cold. It warranted hot chocolate and cuddles every so often whenever the two could meet. 

Sky rounded the corner, the bell chiming to let Jeremiah know that someone was there.

His eyes shifted from the bouquet he was fixing up for a customer, that should arrive in fifteen minutes or so, to Sky who waved a bit shyly, their footsteps matching as they met somewhat meet halfway because Jeremiah didn't think, his body already made a beeline toward her, always happy to see his sweet flower.

"Did I lose track of time?" Jeremiah asked, brushing back her hair behind her ear with a loving smile, "do you get to clock into work later?"

Sky shook her head, smiling as she shifted her body to have her guitar peek from behind her, "actually, I'm free today." 

This made Jeremiah's face light even more, his hand finding hers as he guided her over to the counter, wanting to show her his latest work. 

"The customer should be here soon...what do you think?"

The bouquet was a classic, red roses coupled with baby breaths. Sky could always tell how well taken care of the flowers were in Jeremiah's shop by how fresh and vibrant they looked, even when they were plucked from their soil. 

"It's beautiful," she commented, her fingers reaching out to brush along the softness of the rose petals. 

Sky sat next to Jeremiah, her fingers gently strumming her guitar as he finished up the bouquet, wrapped it and just like he stated, about fifteen minutes later the customer had arrived. They thanked Jeremiah and commented on how beautiful the flower look, peering over at Sky and leaning towards Jeremiah stating just like the woman next to him.

Jeremiah's face flushed, scratching the back of his neck and let out an embarrassed laugh before his eyes turned soft and he looked over at Sky who was almost in a trance as she continued softly humming to the strumming of her guitar. 

"You're right. She really is beautiful." Jeremiah said, waving to the latter as they exited the shop. 

The shop fell quiet, but a comfortable quiet. What Jeremiah doesn't notice is Sky's inner thoughts rummaging in her head. She was free for the rest of the day, but that doesn't mean that Jeremiah can be the same, still, there had been something she had been wanting to ask. 

It was now or never.

Jeremiah, about to ask if Sky was alright, only for Sky to say she had something to say. Their words collided and they each told the other to go first, which made them both fill the store with their combined laughter. 

"I insist, Sky, you first," he gestured to her, a smile on his face as his eyes locked on her, giving her his undivided attention.

Nervousness fell upon Sky's face, chewing on her inner cheek before she released it and placed her guitar down. Her gaze shifted a bit, left and right, before exhaling, "I was wondering...have you ever gone ice-skating before?"

Jeremiah tilted his head, his gaze drifted out to the window as he thought. Throughout his many years from Philos to this...earth, it dawned upon him that—no. He had never gone ice-skating. It couldn't be that bad, right?

He shook his head and Sky's eyes lit up like the Christmas lights scattered throughout the Linkon City streets. She immediately jumped up and stepped forward, practically leaning into Jeremiah who was caught by surprise before laughing as he wrapped his arms around his lover. 

"If you're not busy...maybe we can go ice skating sometime." She said as hope twinkled in her eyes. 

And how could Jeremiah ever dispel the hope and excitement when he would literally do anything for her? So an idea popped up. He brushed her hair from her forehead, placed a sweet kiss onto it then eased away as he stepped toward the front of the shop. 

Sky blinked in confusion, tilting her head as she followed Jeremiah with her eyes, "where are you—" 

"The shop's closed now." 

"What?"

Jeremiah chuckled and strided back to her, taking her hands in his as he went around, closing up the rest of the shop. 

"You did say you were free all day today, right?"

Sky followed a bit dumbfoundedly as she squeezed his hand, blinked a few times before nodding her head, "but what about your orders and, didn't you say you'd be busy today?"

Once Jeremiah completed these tasks, he turned to her with a bright smile, brushing his fingers through her hair and twirling some strands around his fingers as he gazed into his eyes. 

"Well, I've been neglecting a certain flower of mine, I think she needs to be taken out for some sunlight, experience the joys around the city of Linkon, and...go ice skating with me, maybe?"

Sky let out a laugh and shook her head at her boyfriend's little antics, "all right...but let's get some breakfast first," she teased upon hearing their stomachs growl.

He nodded and intertwined his fingers with hers as they stepped out of the store and headed toward the cafe they had mentioned about getting breakfast at.

Little flurries brushed past them just as they reached the cafe, they ordered their usual drinks and food and conversed about their many adventures away from each other. Sky talking about the waves of Wanderers, how Rafayel had her running errands with him for his next painting, and Xavier being...Xavier, pouted when Sky mentioned wanting to ask Jeremiah if he'd go ice skating with her. 

To which, Jeremiah could not keep his laughter from spilling as he took a bite of his food. Xavier's jealousy was too obvious, but nothing malicious. It made Jeremiah reach out to take Sky's hand, squeezing it gently. He was a lucky one to be with her, and he would stop at nothing to ensure he would get to be with her for as long as time would allow it.

Jeremiah spoke in dramatics about how some of his flowers were retaliating against him, or conspiring with the flower shop's ghost. In reality, he had stumbled on the hose he had forgotten to gather, which ultimately resulted in him tripping and thus knocking over a few potted plants. 

Despite knowing the fabrications of his story, Sky found it amusing and she couldn't be any more happier hearing about these dangerous adventures in Philos. 

Breakfast ended with the couple hand in hand, stepping out of the cafe and being greeted by the soft bite of the winter air. It had stopped snowing, but the streets were still blanketed by the roofs of the buildings, shops and top of the vendors' stalls. It was truly a winter wonderland.

With their stomachs warm and full, Jeremiah looked left then right as a patch of snow dropped onto his head from the roof of the cafe, causing Sky to laugh as she swiped the flurries from his hair. His eyes filled with warmth as he watched her do so.

"Oh, right...so, I have no idea where the nearest ice rink is—"

"Don't worry, I do!" Sky interrupted and began tugging him to the direction, which he conceded with no resistance whatsoever. 

He always loved seeing how her face lit up when it came to anything she was excited about. Like a sun shining through stormy clouds, giving him the warm rays he never knew he truly needed.

They reach the skating rink, getting their ice skates as they find a spot to don them, setting their shoes to the side where they know to find them when they're done. Jeremiah is confident that it can't be that hard, even though Sky kept warning him.

So when Jeremiah steps onto the ice rink for the first time, his legs are shaking like a newborn deer trying to find its balance. Sky held onto his hand, which he in turn held onto hers like a lifeforce. It garnered a fit of laughter from her, as much as she tried not to laugh at all. 

"Not so bad, right?" Sky teased as she stepped onto the ice rink with ease, guiding the florist's hands to the edge of the skating rink, "hold onto this, it's fine...look, not everyone knows how to skate when it's their first time."

Once the florist got his balance back, he carefully let go of the edge and started to skate with his lover. He watched as others passed by them more than once. A new energy of determination fills him and he tries his luck, tugging Sky along with him as they continue skating around the ring, it was all nice and peaceful...

Until someone accidentally bumped into Jeremiah, causing him to lose his balance and flail about his arms to regain balance to no avail, his hand tightly gripping onto Sky's, taking her down with him but of course, the ever gentleman he is, broke her fall as she landed on him.

He swore he could see birds flying around as his back crashed against the floor of the ice rink, but he let out a laugh when Sky grabbed his face, asking if he was all right. And he was more than alright. 

As he gazed at Sky, he realized the light of his immortal life was right here with him. Ice skating, they never did such things back in Philos. It was new, exciting, and getting to share a moment like this with her was everything. It was simple, yes. But it was theirs. 

He cupped her chin, and cut her off during her flurry of worries as he captured his lips against hers. The kiss was sweet and warm, uncaring of the people around them as his arms moved to wrap around his waist. It felt like an eternity each time he would kiss her, and this time wasn't any different. 

He will do anything to make sure this lasts forever. 

When they break from the kiss, Sky's face is flushed and he couldn't help but stroke his thumb against the hue blossoming on her cheeks. 

"Yeah, I'm more than alright..." As long as I'm with you.

[blood-darkened-moon]

@antaxzantax Honestly, I’m not happy with how the story turned out, especially the second half. But I can’t think of a way to improve it right now. My brain ran out of ideas, and this was the best I could come up with at the moment. I hope you still like it a little bit and it’s not a complete disappointment. Thank you very much for your request.

Request: Alfred and Alexia’s 10th birthday (AO3 Link)

10th Birthday

Alfred read the letter for the fifth time. The content had not changed since the first time, the same birthday wishes, the same stories on the latest events, the same offer for the twins to spend some time in England. An offer that his father had already declined before handing Alfred the letter. Alfred had also looked at the photo enclosed with the letter several times before, showing Uncle Andrew, Aunt Theresa, Grandma Nora, and his cousin Mary[1] smiling happily at the camera. They probably took the photo at their Christmas party last month.

Alfred threw the letter on the table and looked at the watch. It was now 6.37 pm. Alexander had already wished the twins a happy birthday in the morning but wanted to wait until after work to give them their presents officially and celebrate. He said he wanted to be ready on time at 5.00 pm this year. An hour and a half later, there was still no sign of him.

Alfred had rushed through his tasks. He had thought that today, his 10th birthday, would be different, that his father would actually take his time. But he should have known better. Nothing but empty promises, like every year.

However, it was different. He had always spent these days with Alexia. The two had played together from morning to night every year on their birthdays. Even when Alexia had started her studies, she hadn’t let that get in the way, and if necessary, she simply took the day off. But his sister had also disappeared.

Since she had started writing her thesis, Alfred rarely saw her. Alexia lost track of time while writing. She appeared less and less often at mealtimes and stayed up late into the night. By now, she had lost several kilos, and her ribs and spine were clearly visible under her skin. And when she made some room in her schedule for Alfred, she usually fell asleep within half an hour. Alfred was worried about her, but Alexia didn’t want to hear about it, and Alexander didn’t even seem to notice her condition. Alexia wanted to hand in her thesis in mid-February. Then everything would be better, so she said.

“More tea?” a maid asked, interrupting Alfred’s thoughts. He held the cup out to her wordlessly; she poured him some and gave it back.

“Shall I cut the cake for you now, young master?” Alfred’s stomach growled, but he didn’t want to start without Alexia. The tea had to be enough until his sister was ready. “No. I’ll wait.”

“Should I perhaps ask Lady Alexia if she could spare a little time now?”

The question infuriated Alfred. He would have preferred to go to Alexia’s study himself and pick her up, but he knew how much finishing this thesis meant to her. And if it was more important to her at the moment than celebrating her birthday with Alfred, then so be it. How could that cunt think of wanting to disturb Alexia?

“If she has time, she’ll come here herself,” he snapped at the maid. Alfred also wanted to hurl a few insults at her but held back at the last moment. That would only lead to another discussion with his father about his behavior, and he wanted to avoid that, at least today.

The woman then bowed briefly and left the room. He was alone again. Alfred thought about what else he could do while he waited. Previously, he had tried to pass the time by drawing and reading, not very successfully, though. But the more Alfred thought about what he could do now, the more he realized that he didn’t really feel like doing anything. Instead, Alfred simply put his head down on the table, wiped the tears from his wet eyes, and pulled the letter towards him again.

---

Alexia typed the last word of the page on the typewriter and removed the sheet. This time, it had taken her seven attempts to type out the handwritten page without any mistakes. Her concentration was noticeably waning, and the coffee was no longer enough to counteract this. But all in all, she had made good progress. Alexia flipped through her handwritten work, still about a quarter remaining. If she kept up her pace, she should be able to meet her self-imposed deadline.

She stretched and yawned. Alexia was tired. No wonder she had rarely slept for more than a few hours per night recently. But she couldn’t allow herself a break, otherwise sleep would overtake her. Besides, it wasn’t that late yet. She should certainly be able to finish a page or two before the birthday party was about to start. Alexia just hoped that she could last longer today without falling asleep. Alfred had been looking forward to spending more time with her again. Alexia longed for it, too. She missed playing with her brother and felt guilty that she was constantly leaving him to his own devices.

But there was still some time before 5 pm, so Alexia inserted a new sheet into the typewriter and took a quick glance at the clock to confirm her assumption. She felt sick to the stomach. No. That can’t be right. The stupid clock is broken. Yes. It has stopped. But as if to mock her, the second hand moved incessantly. It was 8.54 pm. She was much too late.

Why hadn’t she realized how late it was? Why didn’t anyone come to get her? Her father. Alfred. Someone. She jumped up from her chair and ran to one of the cupboards. There she rummaged around in a box until she found what she was looking for – Alfred’s birthday present.

As they spent most of their time at the South Pole, the twins rarely had the opportunity to choose or buy themselves anything for festive occasions. Their father usually did this, or rather had it done for him. Apart from a handful of gifts, most of the things they got were pretty much garbage. Things that were apparently popular among children somewhere, but were either intended for a different age group or didn’t match the twins’ interests. At least the absurdity of some of the presents amused them both. However, presents didn’t matter that much. Spending the day together was the most important thing for them anyway.

This time, however, Alexia had begged Mary during her last visit to get her a present for Alfred that she hoped he would like and asked her to box it in such a way that Alexander wouldn’t find out what it was. As compensation for her absence, her brother should at least get some entertainment. Her father didn’t want Alfred to watch horror movies. He always said it would excite Alfred too much. Alexia didn’t think so, so she got Alien as a present for him.

---

Alfred was lying face down on the table. He didn’t react when Alexia entered the room.

“Alfie?” No response. “Alfred?” she said louder now. Her brother slowly raised his head, still sleepy and slightly disoriented.

“I’m so sorry, Alfred. I didn’t mean to keep you waiting so long. I didn’t even realize how late it was. You could have just let me know.”

“I didn’t mean to bother you,” Alfred said quietly, looking down at the floor.

“You’re not bothering me. Stupid.” Alfred still looked distressed, so Alexia hugged him. “You’ll never bother me.” At least he was smiling a little now.

“Where’s Father? Hasn’t he been here?”

“I have no idea. I don’t care either.” Alfred sounded bitter. Alexia didn’t want to let it show, but she was no less disappointed. Her father had promised. At least he could have spent this one day with them. Although Alexander was very interested in her education, he rarely spent the free time with Alexia. It was even worse with Alfred. Alexander was only really interested in him when he had done something wrong again, or he simply dragged him around as Alexia’s appendage.

“Oh, Alfie. We don’t need him. We’ll just celebrate on our own. Do you want some cake? I want a slice now. And when we’ve finished eating, we’ll open the presents.”

---

“Looks like that was the last one,” Alfred said as he rummaged through the mountain of wrapping paper.

“No, not quite yet. I’ve got another present for you too. Here it is. And this time, I chose it, not Father.”

“Alexia. Thank you. But you...”

“No. Don’t say anything, Alfie. Think of it as an apology for not being able to play with you so much lately. And now unwrap it already.” Alfred tore the wrapping paper and pulled out the VHS tape. Mary had put the movie in the empty Disney movie case.

“Sleeping Beauty?” Her brother looked confused.

“Just watch the movie, but when Father is not around. I’m sure you’ll like this version of Sleeping Beauty.” Alfred grinned.

“So, what is it really?”

“That’s a surprise.”

Suddenly, the door opened, and their father entered the room.

“Did you have fun? Good.” The twins didn’t answer and just stared at him skeptically.

“I know I promised I’d be here today, but there were problems with the ventilation system. All hell broke loose in the labs. I couldn’t leave. Everything’s back up and running now.” Alexander waited a few seconds for a reaction from his children. As there was no response, he continued. “Well, I’ve taken the day off tomorrow. So, what do you say if we catch up on the party tomorrow?”

[1] Andrew is Edward’s half-brother (Alfred and Alexia’s granduncle). He is only 2 years older than Alexander, though. His daughter Mary is 5 years older than the twins. Nora is Arthur’s 2nd wife and the Andrew’s mother, not Edward’s.

[sofasoap]

Presents - part II

Pairing :  John Price x f!reader. (Reader is medic , call sign : Chameleon )

Summary: second part to Presents. Price attempts to make soap for you, along with the 141 boys. interesting results followed.

Slight crack-ish fun :) not beta’d.

This is part of the “Mini” MacTavish universe, but the reader isn’t “ Mini”. Continuation of Little secret series. Thanks for @captainpriceslover for her inspiration for the fic Trinkets, this is kind of continuation from that fic too. you are forever my Price crack fic inspiration LOL.

“masterlist” for prequel to this Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

“Dad… you added too much water. It’s not going to trace again.” 

Price groaned in frustration.  He followed all the steps as prescribed! This is the third batch he had messed up. Sighing as he poured his failed batch into a plastic tub on the side and ready to start again. “You want me to do it Dad? Just pass me the ingredients.” Taking pity on his dad, Kyle gently nudges his dad over to one side, taking over the whisk and bowl. He didn’t quite expect his dad, who is perfect in everything, to be this bad in hand crafting related stuff. 

Everyone has gathered at Mini and Soap’s parent’s farm for their yearly get together. It has become a tradition for the Task force 141 families to stay a few days up at the MacTavish farm for a few days, away from their chaotic life. 

Price came up to Ghost one day, begrudgingly asking him and Mini to help him to make some special birthday presents for you as a surprise. He knew you sent some soap making kits as Christmas presents to Mini the year before, since you are such a soap fanatic, he decided making handcrafted soap with his son, to give it to you would be the best. With you and Mini both expecting another baby on the way, Soap’s wife Emma has dragged you out for a bit of baby shopping as a distraction.This gives the group a good chance to get things done while you were out.

Price looked over to Ghost, who is pouring up his fifth batch into the mould with ease (is he humming under the mask??? ) while instructing the twins to bring more moulds over. “Simon. You done this before?” Price asked.

“.... Maybe.” Ghost replied quietly, without looking him in the eyes. 

“Gaz, be careful with that…you're going to overmix that. we are not having a competition here…” Mini warned. Gaz is currently stirring his mixture like crazy, both him and Soap getting into this competition of who can make up a batch fastest.  Mini turned around to her brother, a bit alarmed by what he was trying to add into the bowl,“ Johnny… what the hell are you adding in… “ Before she could stop her brother, a small explosion occurred. 

“JOHNNY. I’ll gie ye a skelpit lug if ye destory my keetchin!!” Froze in his track, Soap slowly turned around, seeing a very angry Mrs MacTavish glaring at him.

“HA, Ma is angry, you levy heid.” Mini smirked, turning towards the twins, “ kids, take your uncle out to play with your cousins. Make sure he doesn’t come back in here again.” 

The twins were happy to comply with their mother, dragging their uncle out towards the garden, where their grandpa and cousins are currently playing outside in the garden. 

“Gaz, you too. Finish off your batch and go knit with my Ma. She’s very keen to share with you the latest baby clothes pattern she found.”  Gaz pouted but complied with Mini’s command. 

The rest of the soap making session went without a hitch afterwards.

“Dad.” Kyle elbowed Price, trying to get his attention back, passing him some wrapping paper, “ Mum is going to be back soon, we better get this done fast.”

Popping the soap out from the mould, two of them carefully wrap the present up carefully, along with other presents the team families had passed onto Price before they left the farm.

“Boys! I am home!”  you called out from the front, waddling in with slight difficulties with few files under your arm. True workaholic like your husband, you want to get some loose ends and work to finish up before you go on maternity leave in a few weeks time. Price wanted to come with you ( as he is being an overprotective husband as always with your pregnancy. “ did you forget what happened when you were pregnant with Kyle??” he warned. ) you have shooed him off to follow you to the barrack, “John, I am only going to grab some files from the office, I am not going into the field! I will be fine, stay home and enjoy your time off.” “Mum!” your son ran up to you and gave you a hug. Hugging him back and ruffling his hair,

“Had a good time with Dad?” you asked. 

Nodding his head, he pulled you into the living room, “Come! We got surprises for you.” Surprises?? You raised your eyebrow, putting down your bags and kicking your shoes off, you followed Kyle into the living room.

You were surprised when you saw a pile of presents on the coffee table and a very sheepish looking Price standing beside it.

“Wha??” “Happy Birthday Love.” Birthday? Oh. That’s right, it is your birthday.  You totally forgot about it.

Price came up and gave you a hug and a kiss. “You forgot didn’t you?” he chuckled.

Blushing away, “as always.” You admitted. You never really put any emphasis on celebrating your own birthday, but Price, usually not a romantic person, never forgets about it, and will always do something to celebrate it, big or small. Leading you to sit down on the couch, Kyle excitingly passes you all the presents. You open them one by one, winter clothes and blankets knitted by Gaz and Mrs MacTavish, bottle of Vintage whisky from the MacTavish cellar from Mr MacTavish ( with note attached: "for after the baby of course.”)  and few crochet dolls for the new baby, fancy looking soap dispensers from the Simon and Mini, and hand made cards from the Riley Twins and MacTavish kids, Spa Vouchers from Soap and Emma. You were quite touched by the team families thoughtfulness. “Oh open that box mum!! Dad and I made these for you!” John made something? You look at him, Price looking very nervous, “Well, mostly Kyle. I wasn’t really good at making hand crafted stuff as I have realised.” you opened the box and unwrapped the heavy block of things inside, there were blocks of very nicely made Soaps in there. Even your favourite fragrances. “When did you two make this??”

“Remember when Emma dragged you out shopping when we were up at the farms? Everyone helped out.” 

Tears welled up in your eyes. You know everytime you buy new soaps and soap dispensers, Price will roll his eyes, “love, do we even have spaces in the cupboards for these?”,  but he will always bring back more soaps and dispensers for you when he comes back from trips and missions if he has time to search for them. Sobbing away you stood up and gave your son a big hug. “Don’t cry mum. I hope you like it??”

“Very much. Thank you.” wiping away your tears, you stood up and gave your husband a big kiss on the lip. 

“Happy Birthday love.” he pulled you in a tight hug. 

You have no words how much you love your husband and your adopted team family. 

Ghost secretly loves the soap-making process. The common bathroom at the barrack is suddenly full of hand-made soap Ghost and Chameleon made ( but no one knows where they came from. ) 

Gaz and Mrs MacTavish often share new knitting patterns they find with each other. 

Soap turns everything into explosives. Price…. Just not good at any hand-craft related stuff. Not even the simplest thing. 

Mini, Emma and Chameleon try to set Gaz up with someone (anyone) that will appreciate his amazing knitting and crocheting ability.

I actually made soaps myself few times, even for my wedding bomboniere. it was a lot of fun :) @tapioca-marzipan @floral-force ( mutton chop no.7 :P )

[primaroha]

This is our latest #amazingreadathon detour, as we reach Paris, the host of this year's Olympic Games. To mark the occasion, here are five of my most favourite reads since I got back into the hobby last year.

Less by Andrew Sean Greer. Arthur Less, a moderately failed author is invited to the wedding of his ex-partner. In an act of pure avoidance, he goes on a world tour of opportunities, while unpacking his past experiences. I listened to this audiobook while rushing to finish my Christmas presents at 3am last year. I have yet to ever relate to a character as much as I did to Arthur Less, although it would be hard to find similarities at face value. Every step of the way, he is wallowing in self-doubt and sadness, while you as a reader cannot help but go "can you not see where you are?". That has been my experience, when you're moving your own goalpost befor every achievement, you cannot help but feel like a failure.

Ella Minnow Pea by Mark Dunn. On a small island that worships the person to have come up with the shortest sentence containing every letter of the alphabet, a statue keeps dropping letters. With each one, the letter is forbidden, and the island falls into a totalitarian chaos. Another sleepless night, my enjoyment of this book was entirely based on my upbringing in a society that has been walking the line to collapsing into chaos since way before I was born. We have gone through communism, and to some extent, never quite got out of the authoritarian mindset. I have seen reviews saying the people of the island were too eager to let things happen before it was too much. But that is exactly what my society is like: some are fighters, who fight against anything whether it's good or bad, many are followers, who no longer have the energy to fight, and few are aware of what is actually going on, other that it is not good.

The Good Omes by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman. An angel and a demon must band together to stop the antichrist after the lost track of him as a baby. One of my first reads as I got back into reading, it was one of the first books that made me want to pause indefinitely just so it wouldn't end. I have listened to the BBC production of the audiobook, with sound effects and different voice actors. This was my gateway into audiobooks and the start of my goal to one day read all of their work. I have... Yet to act on it, but it remains a goal.

Tress of the Emerald Sea by Brandon Sanderson. A young woman living a peaceful, content life on an island, must throw herself into adventure to save her beloved. Que steampunk pirates and a talking rat! I will be honest, I was skeptical at first. But this was, in my opinion, one of the best female characters I have ever read. Every decision was well thought out, every thrope was introduced and then subverted, and at no point did was Tress the stereotypical "silly girl" I read about over and over again. And while I guesses the twist early, knowing it didn't spoil the enjoyment. This was my first Brandon Sanderson book, and if the library hold gods are in my favour, it will not be the last.

The Thursday Murder Club by Richard Osman. A group of retirees in an elderly community form a club to solve cold cases, only to find themselves a murder right at their doorstep. One of my few rereads, I could instantly see the my group of close friends in the characters of the book. While we're much more tame, I could definitely see us being just like that after retirement. The audiobook I picked for my reread featured an interview with Richard Osman at the end that I found extremely interesting. As a young person, especially one who grew up in an extremely traditional, "graduate, get married, have kids, raise kids, be grandparent, raise grandkids" culture, it is easy to forget that every current old person has had a lifetime of youth before you met them.

[littlebearnation]

the full littlebearnation landoscar backlist!!! (aka every single landoscar fic ive ever written)

your anger (take it out on me) - post-austria smut. the first fic i ever wrote for these two (the third f1 fic i wrote ever) and, of course, it's freaky.

pretty boy runner - my dad got me thinking about bisexual!lando after i showed him pictures of drunk lando being held by his male friends, and then i created this silly piece. very fluffy, very silly.

home - a trilogy of fics all centered about an LDR between lando & oscar and the idea of a home away from home. marked as finished but i do wanna add a prequel to this when i get the chance. (contains background logan/george/alex bcuz thats my fave relationship to write when paired with landoscar).

if you need me (i'm there) - this is a vent fic so i totally understand skipping this one. big trigger warnings for depression and self harm. bit of an unrealistic ending, but hey! it's my vent fic! i can do what i want lmfao.

all yours (all mine) - lando, oscar & jealousy. i don't remember what prompted me to write this fic tbh but hey, it's another fic to add to the list!

celebration - this is lando/oscar/logan, but i'm including it anyways. written as a birthday gift to myself (and taking place) during the summer holidays, its basically just lolandoscar celebrating oscar's first win how he wanted to.

that good - i'll just include the entire summary here because it's short enough (and says everything). "Lando's into possessiveness. Because of course he is."

bunny boo! - a duology surrounding bunny hybrid oscar and human lando. first fic is sinful, second fic is soft. series is marked as finished but i do have some other ideas i wanna add to it, so maybe that'll be coming soon. (also the first time i ever wrote sub!osc i'm pretty sure)

new guardian angel - another vent fic! this one has lots of trigger warnings so i'll just ask that you check out the tags & the author's note on the fic to make your decision on whether or not to read this (i'll understand if you don't lol). wrote this during a pretty stressful time and therefore made traumatised!osc. sorry...

sir bear does kinkvember - not every story here was centered around landoscar, obviously. but i'll highlight the ones that were! moth to a flame, i hate you but i love you, let you lock me down tonight (this is logan/lando/oscar), golden, lose my breath, i'm into it, pink & white, heaven and back, come kiss me and bite me, pretty (please) and meow!

love wins - a fic i wrote after the qatar sprint because JESUS lando basically proposed on track, what the FUCK!? (i had Feels.)

the 12 days of landoscmas - an ongoing series of unconnected fics all themed around christmas & winter and all following landoscar (with a random, mismatched handful of background pairings)

two stars - the latest landoscar fic i've written (outside of t12dol). written after mclaren won the wcc and i had some feelings. pretty crappy smut, but i wrote it in 31 minutes, so i can't be too upset.

that's all. more coming soon (including a special project i'm working on that you ( @twinkodium ), @bethanymccauley & my non-tumblr friend will hopefully enjoy). much love <3

oh, and uh, sorry for the self promo??

https://www.tumblr.com/twinkodium/769949471580864512?source=share ayo i have a bottom osc fic where he bounces on it :D (🤭😂)

its called 'bunny' and its bunny hybrid!osc in heat (with a fluffy sequel!!!!) so uh yah :D shameless self promo continues lol

-bear ❤️🧡

oh my! you have all kind of fanfics i should catch up on now that i’m on a three week holiday till january 6th 👀

*opens notes app, writes it down for reading it later*

thank you honey 🫶🏼🫶🏼

[outsideratheart]

3 Present shopping with gulia gwinn

A/N: Day twenty two of the Christmas advent calendar. 

You were the organised type of present buyer. Throughout the year if you saw something one of your friends or family would like then you bought it. This meant come October, November at the latest, you were done and December could be stress free.

“Do you want to go for breakfast tomorrow?” Lina asks you.

You and some of the girls had just finished your last media appearance before the Christmas break. The energy was high within the group and even though you spent the majority of the week together, you still loved to go out and explore the city together.

“Sure 9am? I’ll meet you at the bakery, the one that does my favourite cinnamon buns” you mouth began watering at the mention of the sweet treat.

“No, you can’t” Gulia stops in her tracks, turns to you and puts her hand on your chest “you said you would help me with my Christmas shopping”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“First of all, hand” you look down at her hand.

“I forgot you don’t like to touched, Sorry” she quickly moves her hand away.

“Oh please, when you do it she takes longer to freak out” Lina says earning a slap.

It wasn’t that didn’t like it. It has more to do with the person and situation. Gulia was slowly becoming an exception. After you lost the euros you were heartbroken, there were nights when you couldn’t sleep because you would obsess over the mistakes you made. Once Gulia found out she would stay over and held you until you fell asleep. It was the first time someone else’s touch brought you comfort.

“As I was saying. Tomorrow is the 23rd December, how have you not finished your Christmas shopping?”

Gulia mumbles something incoherent.

“What was that?” You ask with an amused look on your face.

“I said I haven’t started it yet”

“What!” You mouth hangs open in shock.

“Don’t be dramatic. We’ll have fun”

You knew she was right. Whether you spent the day with her or anytime with her you had fun, more so with her than anyone else.

The next day you met with Gulia in the middle of Munich. She gave you a list of things she needed to get knowing that you knew where the best places to buy them were given that shopping is one of your favourite past times.

You quickly checked the first five people off the list. Gulia then decided now would be the perfect time for a coffee break.

“Can I ask you a question?” Gulia says as she watches you take a sip of your favourite beverage before nodding your head.

“Why don’t you like been touched? I asked Lina about it and she said I should ask you” Gulia looks down as she admits to discussing this behind your back.

“I probably wasn’t hugged enough as a child” you joke even though you know this is the exact reason.

You can see the look of pity wash over Gulia’s face. This is why you never talked out it, you cannot stand that look.

“But you let me touch you. You lay happily in my arms as you sleep and when I do this” she reaches across the table for your hand “you don’t pull away”

A small smile tugs at her lips as you allow her to stroke the back of your hand with her thumb.

“You are different, I can’t explain it. After the full time whistle was blown in the final you forced me into a hug so no one would see me cry, since then it’s like my heart trusts you”

“Well I’m honoured and I wont hurt you Y/N, I don’t think I could even if I tried”

“You don’t have to say that. Just because I opened up, you don’t have to say what you think I want to hear”

“Don’t do that. I felt something change that day too. Why do you think I offered to spend all of those nights at your house?”

Her hand still holds yours and that itself surprises you. You have never held hands with someone for this long before but what surprises you more if how happy the touch makes you.

Her question makes you think. You had asked yourself that same question every morning when you woke up in her arms.

“Because my bed is comfy” your attempt of making a joke out of the situation causes Gulia shake head “ok, fine. I don’t know Gulia”

“The thought of you having sleepless nights, overthinking every minute of that game and blaming yourself breaks my heart. It does that because I care for you but I think deep down you already know that or at least your subconscious does, it’s the reason why you don’t pull away”

You are at a loss for words. She was right though, you had thought about it but soon stopped. How could a girl like her every like a girl like you.

“Now we’ve have our deep moment, what do you say about us finishing the shopping?” She withdraws her hand and already you find yourself craving her touch.

A few shops later and the two of you are walking the streets of Munich. Gulia looks around at the different Christmas light and stalls but even then she can feel you staring at her.

“What is it?”

“Can I hold your hand?” You ask the question that had been on your mind since leaving the coffee shop. Gulia doesn’t answer but intertwines her fingers with yours.

“You’re cute” you teases you slightly “is this ok?”

“This is” you pause for a moment to see if your body will pull away only it doesn’t “its perfect”

The sun had long set when you finish the list but you didn’t mind. Today had been one of the best days you’ve had in a long time and you loved every minute of it.

“And we’re done” you close the boot of Gulia’s car after helping her load it with the presents.

“Not yet”

You grab the list out of your back pocket running your finger over every name which as you suspected had been crossed off.

“We are, look” you hold up the list for her to see.

“I still have to get you something. What do you want?”

You think for a second before the perfect gift comes to mind.

“You”

“You want me for Christmas?” She asks slightly confused.

“Yes and no. I want to take you on a date?”

“I guess you’ll have to wait and see what Santa brings you”

Gulia drives you home that night instead of you getting an Uber. When you arrive at your apartment she insists on walking you to your door.

The nights ends with her hugging you tighter than ever before.

“Merry Christmas Y/N. Thank you for trusting me” she whispers in your ear.

“Merry Christmas Gulia”

[scfrozenover]

We’re in the home stretch!!! Take a breather and enjoy these wonderful Day 5 works!

If you’re following along with the daily releases and want to track your progress,  you can find the latest updates in this Google Sheet!

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DAY 5 REVEALS

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The Ice Hotel

[David/Patrick - E - 10,654]

“Everything is wrong. This was supposed to be an anniversary trip and my boyfriend just stood me up, and said he loves someone else. I’m here alone, and my driver said he’d be back for me after the storm cleared.” 

When David is abandoned at an Ice Hotel due to a winter storm, he makes the most of it with the cute owner, Patrick.

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Mary Christmas, Baby!

[David/Patrick, Stevie & David - G - 9,121]

"I performed in my all-boy's high school's Christmas Pageant. It wasn't actually a huge part, until I decided to write an original song entitled 'Mary Christmas, Baby.'" -Patrick

"I was offered the part of the wise man, but I turned it down. I played myrrh." -David

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Just For You

[David/Patrick - T - 8,722]

The thing is, David really does love wrapping gifts. It’s easy to get lost in the rhythm of it, in the glide of the scissors through artfully decorated gift wrap, the folding of the paper sheet into sharp creases, the decisive press of tape to seal the loose edges, and the precise placement of a bow or ribbon. There’s something intensely satisfying about laying down the scissors and seeing the final product, all the neat corners and tidy edges, finished off with the flair of a curling ribbon.

When David sees the poorly-wrapped presents his friend has prepared to send out to his friends and family he can't sit by and let it happen, not if he can do something to help. The fact that he happens to be quietly in love and pining for Patrick is beside the point - he's doing this for the sake of good taste.

... Although Patrick's smile is an extra bonus.

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Should Auld Acquaintance Be Forgot?

[David/Patrick - M - 6,348]

Five New Year's Eves that failed to live up to David's expectations and one that surpassed them.

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[Podfic] (When I was a little girl) I wondered who I'd give all my love to...

[Stevie/Ruth - G - 12m:16s]

Tourist-y things like skating in Rockefeller Center are supposed to be fun, right?

Or

Stevie realizes it’s been a few years (like ten) since she’s been on ice skates, and, well, she’s a little rusty. Thankfully Ruth has a way to make even this a good memory.

(Podfic of (When I was a little girl) I wondered who I'd give all my love to... by typewrites)

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[Art] Christmas Paper

[David/Patrick - G -]

Origami inspired by the Schitt's Creek Christmas episode: Merry Christmas, Johnny Rose.

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CREATORS: If your works were released today, please don't forget to update your posting date!

[swissmissficrecs]

Favorite Sherlock Holmes fics from 2020

Usually I put a bunch of explanations and disclaimers on these lists but you know what, it was a weird year and I’m not going to try to justify or apologize for what I read or didn’t read so here are my favorites that were completed last year, in descending order of length:

and your very flesh shall be a great poem by CaitlinFairchild (151K, E, Johnlock) After a tragic confrontation with terrible consequences, Sherlock and John follow Mary as she flees to America.

Drawn to Stars by Silvergirl (107K, E, Johnlock, Sherlock/OMC) After the Culverton Smith case Sherlock is clean, working, and looking for a romantic partner—since John has told him that’s what he needs. Shame John didn’t mention he was interested in that role himself, before Sherlock went off to Rome with a gorgeous Italian copper to try to fall in love and become a complete human being. (This one is very slightly cheating because it was finished on 30 Dec 2019, but it didn't make it onto my 2019 list because I didn't read it until after I'd made the list. And it deserves to be on a Best Of list, so here it is.)

Thermocline by J_Baillier (83K, M, Johnlock) John "Five Oceans" Watson — technical dive instructor, dive accident analyst and weapon of mass seduction — meets recluse professor of maritime archaeology Holmes. As they head out to a remote archipelago off the coast of Guatemala to study and film its shipwrecks for a documentary, will sparks fly or fizzle out?

Do No Harm by Calais_Reno (79K, T, Johnlock) In 1923, Dr John Watson is on trial for the murder of his lover, Mary Morstan, a writer of popular mysteries. If convicted, he will hang. Sherlock Holmes sets out to prove his innocence, but finds himself more and more infatuated with the handsome doctor, and deeper and deeper inside the bohemian world of London's painters, playwrights, and poets. Will he uncover the evidence needed to acquit him in time?

To Be Human by ohlooktheresabee (78K, NR, Johnlock) There is a serial killer on the loose with a penchant for collecting the brains of his victims. Sherlock, John and Scotland Yard are on the case, but something about the chosen victims has Sherlock on edge. While they piece together the clues that will lead to the killer, John begins to realize that the way his best friend thinks may sometimes be more a hindrance than a help….

immediate and inglorious by simplyclockwork (72K, E, Johnlock) Bodies are showing up in back alleys, with no sign of a struggle, no trace of drugs. If not for the strangulation bruises on their necks and the scythe carved into their left shoulders, they could have died peacefully, in their sleep. With New Scotland Yard dumbfounded by the Grim Reaper Killer case, Sherlock is called in to consult. The more he investigates, the deeper Sherlock finds himself drawn into the work of London's newest serial killer. As his views of good and bad begin to blur, he risks losing himself to a darkness he never imagined. And, even more pressing: where does John Watson, grieving ex-boyfriend of the Grim Reaper's latest victim, fit into all of this?

Curtain Rising by tiger_in_the_flightdeck (61K, E, Johnlock) A disgraced television star is the target of a series of death threats just after a theatre production’s adaptation of The Sound of Music is announced with her as the lead. The suspect list is a mile long and growing, Rosie Watson is in the spotlight, and Sherlock might be getting too fond of his time on stage to focus on the case. With opening night approaching, can he and John figure out who wants their client dead before her final curtain rises?

The Fire Finds a Home by fearfully_beautifully_made (61K, E, Johnlock) After Sherlock and John decide to give having a relationship a go, this is how their relationship starts to develop. There a little bit of plot, if you squint, but it was mostly an excuse to write John and Sherlock having sex in a lot of different ways and learning to love each other.

Borrowed Ghosts by DiscordantWords (57K, M, Johnlock) In the aftermath of the Culverton Smith case, John spent one painfully stilted afternoon hanging out with Sherlock. He counted the minutes, finished his tea, and left for home without ever clearing the air between them. And once he'd left, he found it very hard to go back.

You Might Just as Well Be Blind by ArwaMachine (56K, E, Johnlock) When a serial killer starts targeting couples, Sherlock and John must do what they have to do in order to get to the bottom of things. Unfortunately, John already has a girlfriend. Surely pretending to be in a relationship with Sherlock won't pose any problems with his relationship, will it?

The Broken Tether by J_Baillier (54K, M, Johnlock) Maybe he thinks that you only enjoy his company because of the Work, because of the way his dazzling intellect shines when he's in his element, but the truth is this: it is when he is at his most human, most bare, that you feel closest to him.

how the light gets in by subtext-is-my-division (Quill_A)  (54K, E, Johnlock) Red wine always makes him tipsier than usual and he finds himself saying, the words slurring a bit. “You know, I’ve got to ask. Do you always shoot cabbies for people you barely you know?” John meets his gaze over the rim of his glass, and there’s something there that Sherlock can’t pin down. “Not for everyone,” he says, meaningfully, pointedly, his smile all teeth.

Erosion by saintscully (53K, E, Johnlock) Sherlock’s father falls ill, leaving the surviving family members broken and rudderless. James Sholto shows up in London unexpectedly, his intentions unclear. John has to navigate the consequences of crime, illness and death and their impact on his frayed relationship with Sherlock.

Hold You Like a Weapon by MissDavis (52K, E, Johnlock) Eurus shows up at 221B Baker Street in labour. Things go downhill from there.

Chances Are by Berty (51K, M, Johnlock) Sherlock is spending some time in his mind palace - so far, so normal. But why is John there, why do things keep changing and why are there only two exits from the sitting room at 221B, neither of which seem to go anywhere useful? It's a case like no other for Sherlock Holmes and John Watson.

Sine Nomine by SilentAuror (45K, E, Johnlock) As Mycroft reviews the footage from Culverton Smith's morgue, he revisits his original question: whether John Watson would be the making of his brother, or make him worse than ever. He's come to a conclusion, but decides to give John one last chance. So he gives him a choice.

Cockaigne by HollyShadow88 (38K, E, Johnlock) When John’s contacted by an old uni friend about problems in his new art exhibition, he doesn’t think it will be worth Sherlock’s time. After a glance of the crime scene, however, they’re both pulled into the project in ways John didn’t expect. Will a week of erotic performance art finally be enough to bring them together in the way they both secretly hope? (Spoiler: it’s a tropey fic, of course it will)

Written in Ashes by 88thParallel (37K, M, Johnlock) Sherlock becomes the prime suspect in a homicide case, and recently unearthed memories of his childhood are complicating matters. It's up to John to track down answers — can he help Sherlock before it's too late?

A Desperate Indulgence by LollipopCop (34K, M, Johnlock) John thinks it's 2012 after waking up with amnesia, having no memory of Mary. Sherlock, exhausted from years of tension and hiding his love, pretends they got married instead.

Inhale With Ease by Vulpesmellifera (25K, E, Johnlock) In the years after Vivian Norbury's capture, life seems to work out just as John planned. He's got that respectable job at the surgery and goes home to his wife and child. He joins Sherlock on cases a couple times per week. It's a rhythm he can live with - just enough adrenaline highs to balance out the drudgery of a normal bloke's life. Until a pandemic, and Victor Trevor, arrive in London.

The House on Rue des Boulangers by Berty (24K, M, Johnlock) After being invalided out of the army and without any other prospects, John Watson has relocated to a small town in northern France. Now he has to decide what to do for the rest of his life. One morning there's a mad stranger in his garden chasing a swarm of bees, and it seems John's decision is made.

High Mountain Tea Leaves by disfictional (23K, E, Johnlock) A mountaintop robbery on a Japanese-occupation-era train where the only item stolen was a small case of mysterious tea leaves in a backpack? An ideal Christmas gift, two days late. Sherlock convinces John to travel for tea.

Detours by saintscully (22K, M, Johnlock, Sherlock/OMC) During the better part of the first year following Mary's death and the events at Sherrinford, Sherlock and John are slowly rebuilding their lives and their friendship. All seems (relatively) well and John takes comfort in once again being a father, a doctor and a friend. An unexplained shift in Sherlock's behaviour catches John by surprise, and he begins to worry about his place in his friend's life. John has to examine everything he thought he knew about Sherlock, himself and their relationship in order to win his rightful place yet again.

hands full of matter by simplyclockwork (21K, E, Johnlock) When Sherlock is captured in Serbia, Mycroft cannot afford to involve the British government in his rescue. Instead, he sends John. After two years spent thinking Sherlock was dead, John finds himself navigating not only Sherlock’s rescue but their fractured friendship as well.

The Victim Experience by J_Baillier (16K, T, Gen) A case takes Sherlock and John deep into the seedy underbelly of the haunted attractions industry. With audiences craving more and more intense experiences, is a real murder the next logical step?

On the Fence by BeautifulFiction (13K, T, Johnlock) The murder of the King's College fencing champion leads to revelations about Sherlock's past. Will it be the point that tips them from friends to lovers, or will they remain on the fence?

Plus bonus ACD era:

"Baker Street: The Sleep of Reason": A Memoir by John H. Watson, M.D. by Gaedhal (98K, M, Johnlock, Johniarty) This is a Victorian Era story in the "Sherlock Holmes" (2009) Ritchie-verse. The main characters are Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson and is from the doctor's memoirs. It was written before "A Game of Shadows" so there are differences in this story and film canon, mainly in the person and backstory of one particular character.

The Taste of Truth by sanguinity (25K, T, Johnlock) Two and a half years after Reichenbach, John Watson discovers the magical tree that caused Holmes to fake his death.

The Adventure of the Vatican Cameos by Garonne (18K, E, Johnlock) How should one behave when waking for the first time in the bed of one's dearest friend? Holmes and Watson solve a case in Catholic London while navigating the turbid waters of their new relationship.

Hot Water by wordybirdy (13K, E, Johnlock, Watson/Gregson) Dr. John Watson's libidinous affair with a respected Scotland Yard inspector abruptly judders to a halt when the former meets a certain Mr. Sherlock Holmes, Consulting Detective, for the very first time. The attraction between the two is strongly mutual, but misunderstandings only multiply and tensions abound, as all three men attempt to deal with the new situation.

[morganaspendragonss]

holly's august extravaganza day 26: slowly becoming lovers

for sonia (@pragmaticoptimist34)! i have to confess something - i got so caught up in writing this that i actually forgot to include either of the other two prompts you sent me 🙈 i hope you like it anyway!

second confession - it was supposed to be longer and then it kind of got away from me so i had to draw a line somewhere oops

thanks to @ravens-words, @cosmiicmalex, @halsteadmarchs and liz (sorry, i don't know your tumblr!) for enabling me and to @noxsoulmate for beta'ing!

ao3 | 2.9k | falling in love, fluff, tiny, tiny hint of hurt/comfort, soft tarlos, set between s1 and s2

Things don’t get fixed overnight. They agree to give them a shot, but that doesn’t change the fact that TK is still reeling from his break-up and overdose, nor that Carlos is still hesitant and afraid of pushing too hard at once.

But, slowly, they get to know each other. And, slowly, they start to fall in love.

i. food preferences

“You have to be joking.”

“It tastes like soap, Carlos!”

Carlos groans and drops his head into his hands, shaking his head at this latest revelation from his boyfriend. His boyfriend, who has just made his life—or at least his cooking—a hell of a lot more complicated. “My mamá would have a fit if she could hear you now.”

He almost regrets the words as TK’s eyes alight with interest; he’s been dancing around the topic of his parents for a while now, but it’s not like he can deny what he said. His mom would be having a fit, or possibly attempting to kill TK with a wooden spoon, if she found out that Carlos’s boyfriend was not only a gringo, but one who hates coriander.

“I swear, you won’t even taste it when it’s mixed into the food,” he tries, because coriander is a staple of his cooking, and he can’t even fathom not using it.

But TK just levels him with a firm look. “Yes, I will, Carlos. I’ll always taste it.”

Carlos rolls his eyes at his boyfriend’s theatrics, but sighs, relenting. “Fine. I suppose I can—” He doesn’t get a chance to finish his sentence, as TK throws his arms around him and plants a noisy kiss on his cheek.

“Thanks, babe,” he says, grinning cheekily.

“Yeah, yeah,” Carlos grumbles, but he can’t help but smile.

There’s very little, he’s finding, that he wouldn’t do for TK.

ii. nicknames

It slips out by accident one day.

“TK,” Carlos groans, followed by a gasp as TK moves just right, sending sparks of pleasure down his spine. “TK, Ty—”

TK instantly freezes on top of him and Carlos’s eyes open, concern rising in him as he takes in the pensive look on his boyfriend’s face.

“What’s wrong?”

“I…” TK shakes his head and forces a smile. “It’s nothing. I’m good, I promise.” He ducks down to kiss Carlos again, but the mood is all wrong, and Carlos gently pushes him back, raising an eyebrow. TK holds out a moment longer, then sighs and rolls away, staring up at the ceiling. “It’s stupid.”

Carlos tuts, reaching over to brush a hand through TK’s hair. “Bet you $20 it’s not.”

“Hope you have $20 then, Reyes,” TK says wryly. He looks over at Carlos and sighs again, biting his lip. “It’s just… You called me Ty.”

“Oh.” Carlos’s eyes widen and he props himself up on an elbow. “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t thinking; it won’t happen again—”

TK presses a finger against his lips, cutting him off abruptly. He smiles softly, then removes his finger and caresses Carlos’s cheek. “It’s okay,” he says. “More than okay, actually. I… I’ve always hated my name, but, I don’t know, I guess it sounded right? Like, when you said it? I think I’d kill anyone else who tried, but I really liked it coming from you.”

“Are you sure? You’re not just saying that because—”

Carlos is again cut off, this time by TK’s lips on his. TK moves so that he’s straddling Carlos again, hands pressed against his chest. “I’m sure,” he whispers, a grin playing at his mouth. “Now, weren’t we in the middle of something?”

iii. religion

Christmas sneaks up on him that year. Between helping the city recovering from the solar storm, work in general, the pandemic, and building his relationship with TK, Carlos has completely lost track of the months, until it’s a week before the date and he has nothing planned.

Really, it’s never been a big deal for him; he and his family used to attend mass and make an event out of it when he was a kid, but now he’s an adult, he’s often working, and he hasn’t been to church regularly since he was a teenager. But this year is different. This year, he’ll be spending it with TK, their first Christmas together, and he wants to make it special.

But he’s left it too late—nothing he orders online will arrive in time, the shops are becoming a nightmare, and he honestly has no clue where to even start. So Carlos resigns himself to another quiet Christmas, frustration and disappointment welling in him at the thought of telling his boyfriend.

“I’m sorry,” he blurts out one night over dinner, the thought having been gnawing at him for days.

TK raises a brow. “For?”

“Christmas,” Carlos sighs, looking down into his stew. “It’s our first one together and I had all these plans, and then I just sort of… I didn’t forget! But things have been so crazy, and—”

He’s cut off when TK lays a hand on his. When Carlos looks up at him, TK seems to be fighting back laughter, which is confusing at best and potentially mildly insulting at worst.

“Babe,” TK says, grinning, “it’s okay. You might not believe me, but I forgot too. Christmas wasn’t really a thing growing up—my mom’s Jewish, so I used to celebrate Hanukkah on the years I stayed with her, and Dad was working more often than not. I don’t care, I promise.”

Carlos blinks. “You’re Jewish?” Surely he would know if… But they’ve never discussed religion before, and Carlos had kind of assumed TK had the same ideals as him about the church. In hindsight that was stupid and presumptuous, and Carlos can’t quite believe he’d do something like that. An apology is on the tip of his tongue, but TK just shrugs, going back to his stew.

“Half,” he says. “I don’t really practice anymore but I still keep the beliefs with me, if that makes sense?”

“Yeah. Yeah, it does.”

TK smiles at him, and Carlos suddenly realises that this holiday season will be special after all, even if they don’t celebrate anything. Because he’s with TK, which is the most special thing in the world.

iv. how they sleep

Carlos has been sleeping alone for a long time. He’s had a couple of short-term boyfriends and the odd hook-up here and there, but he’s never had someone else in his bed regularly—certainly not regularly enough to get used to it.

TK was hesitant at first to stay over, but once he started to be more comfortable, it was almost a given that they’d be sleeping together whenever their shifts allowed.

And it had been an adjustment.

TK had warned him he tended to move around and be clingy in his sleep, but Carlos hadn’t quite understood what that meant, until now. He is, essentially, trapped under TK, his arms pinned to his sides and one leg thrown over his hip. TK’s head is pillowed on Carlos’s shoulder and his breath is fanning in soft puffs over his skin.

The only way he can move is if he wakes TK up, and there’s no way Carlos is going to do that. His boyfriend looks so peaceful, and Carlos is more than happy to be clung onto like a koala to a branch if it keeps that expression on his face.

In fact, he thinks he can get used to this very easily.

v. pda

In private, their days are filled with gentle touches and stolen kisses. Carlos will be cooking breakfast and TK will slip his arms around him, kissing the back of his neck. TK will be doing one chore or another and Carlos will brush a hand over his back or gently nudge him as he walks past.

But in public, it’s a whole other story.

It’s almost reflexive, the way TK reaches for Carlos’s hand as they’re walking down the street. It’s something they do all the time at home, and even with their friends, but this time, Carlos immediately tenses, seemingly automatically pulling his hand away.

“You okay?” he asks, frowning.

Carlos takes a deep breath, then obviously plasters on a smile, retaking TK’s hand—and TK can feel the tension in the gesture. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not.” TK gently lets go of Carlos and smiles reassuringly up at him. “It’s okay if you’re not comfortable with touching in public.”

“I’m sorry, I just—”

“You have nothing to be sorry for. This is all on me; I should have asked.”

“But—”

“But, nothing.” He carefully bumps their soldiers together. “You’re entitled to your boundaries, I’m just sorry for overstepping. Tell me next time, please?”

Carlos hesitates, but nods, a gentle press of their arms a silent acknowledgment of agreement and understanding.

vi. scars

Carlos, TK has noticed, likes to pay extra attention to his bullet scar. Whether it’s pressing a gentle kiss over it when they’re in bed, or brushing it with his fingers when wrapping an arm around him, it happens too often for TK to believe it’s anything but intentional.

He doesn’t understand it at first.

Then he discovers Carlos’s own scars.

“What’s this?” he asks, tracing over the thick raised scarring on Carlos’s side. It stretches along the curve of his waist and round his back, and TK has no idea how he hasn’t noticed it before.

Carlos cranes his neck, letting out a hum when he sees what TK’s looking at. His head flops back down on the pillow and he closes his eyes, absently stroking up and down TK’s sides.

“It was...three years ago, maybe?” he says. “I got stabbed on a call. They told me it was pretty touch-and-go for a while, but they fixed me up and I was back at work in a month.”

His eyes are still closed, body completely relaxed, but TK can’t take his eyes off the scar. He reaches up to his own scar, and he gets it.

Carlos’s eyes crack open. “TK?”

“I’m good,” TK murmurs. He breaks his gaze from Carlos’s abdomen and smiles at him. “We both are.”

And if, after that day, Carlos notices him paying more attention to that scar, he doesn’t say anything.

vii. penguin or panda

“You’re out of your mind!”

In Carlos’s defence, a zoo date had seemed like a good idea. He knows TK loves animals, and he himself grew up around them, so in theory, a trip to Austin Zoo should have been the perfect time to get to know each other better while enjoying the day.

Turns out, TK has some very strong opinions on animals, and is willing to budge for absolutely no-one.

“I can’t believe you think penguins are cuter than pandas! I mean, look at them, Carlos!” He gestures emphatically to the panda enclosure, where one is napping on a log. It’s pretty cute, Carlos has to admit, but…

He shrugs. “But remember when the penguins were all huddling together?”

TK makes a noise of outrage, and Carlos has to laugh, then some more at the wounded pout he gets for it. “Is this really a thing for you?” he asks. “Like, is this going to be the dealbreaker for us?”

TK folds his arms and levels him with a stern look. “That depends,” he says. “Meerkats or koalas?”

And, just because he knows it will rile TK up more, Carlos grins and answers, “Meerkats.”

(They don’t break-up over it, but Carlos isn’t so sure that TK will be forgiving him any time soon.)

viii. special interests

“Say you could go back to a moment in history, but only once,” TK says, out of the blue, breaking the comfortable silence of the front room. Carlos stops carding his fingers through TK’s hair and looks down at him, curious. “Where would you go?”

Carlos opens his mouth, but TK doesn’t give him a second to answer. “Is it cliché if I said I’d go to Stonewall? I mean, I’d really like to see dinosaurs in the flesh, or—oh! I was, like, obsessed with pirates as a kid; I thought they were the coolest things ever, and I pretty much idolised Anne Bonny. But I’m pretty sure I’d die immediately if I went to either of those places, so…”

He trails off, a blush rising on his cheeks. “Sorry, I’m boring you.”

“No!” Carlos rushes to say. “No, you’re not. I love history, I just… What makes you ask?”

“It’s something we got into at the station earlier. Mateo brought it up first, I think?”

Carlos hums, pursing his lips in thought. “I guess…” He sighs and shakes his head. “It’s too hard. There’s so many places I’d want to go and people I’d want to meet.”

“But if you had to pick?” TK pushes, sitting upright and looking at Carlos with interest.

“I really want to meet Eleanor of Aquitaine, but if I could only go to one place…” He hesitates and thinks it over some more, but then his eyes catch on the masks hanging along the stairway, and he’s sure. “Tenochtitlan, but before Cortés arrived. It was a whole society, and I just think it would be so cool to see it up close and to know what it was like first-hand. I mean, I’ve read a lot of books, but we don’t have much from the Mexica people, a lot is from the conquerors, and—”

Carlos stops and huffs a laugh. “Now I’m the one boring you,” he says, but TK shakes his head, eyes bright.

“Tell me more.”

ix. coffee order

TK accepts the coffee without even thinking about it, even taking a sip before he realises he never told Carlos what his order was. He curses himself but resolves to drink it anyway; TK isn’t too much of a coffee snob, and he’s certainly not going to reject anything his boyfriend brings him.

He takes a second sip, and he’s so caught up in making a mental note to tell Carlos next time that it takes a minute for the taste to register. And…

It’s his order.

He looks sharply up at Carlos, who is smiling into his own coffee—therefore dispelling any notion of this being an insanely good guess. “How did you know?” he asks, bewildered.

The tips of Carlos’s ears turn pink, but the smile doesn’t leave his face as he looks up at TK. “Our first real date,” he says. “You mentioned that this was your go-to order.”

And TK can’t do anything but stare, because their first date was weeks ago, and Carlos still remembered, and it’s just…

He thinks—no, he knows—he’s falling in love.

x. fears

“Weirdest fears, go.”

TK has to laugh at the perplexed look Carlos sends him at the question, the straw of his boba hanging out of his mouth. Now that they’ve figured a sort of rhythm out between them, they decided to try the boba place again—there have been no emergencies or disasters so far, so TK is counting it as a win.

“Come on,” he continues. “Last time we were here, you said we barely knew each other—which was true—so now we’re going to fix it.”

Carlos’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline. “By telling each other our weirdest fears?”

“Exactly!” TK grins. “I’ll go first if you’re too chicken. Mine is slicing my hands open or cutting some fingers off with ice skates.”

“What?” Carlos breathes, disbelief all over his face. “I’ve never been ice skating but I’m pretty sure your hands aren’t supposed to go anywhere near the blades.”

“I didn’t say it was rational.” TK sips his boba, raising an eyebrow at Carlos. “Your turn.”

Carlos swallows, suddenly very interested in the table. “I, uh. When I was a kid, my Tía Lucy had a snake get into her pipes. She only discovered it when she went to the toilet one morning and it was just...sitting there in the bowl. I was terrified for years that the same would happen to us, and it’s kind of become a reflex to check.”

“Oh my god.” TK can’t help but burst out laughing, even though he feels bad for it as Carlos covers his face with his hands. “I’m sorry, I know it’s a real thing for you, I just…”

But Carlos’s shoulders are shaking too and, bizarrely, TK really does feel closer to him now.

It’s a good feeling.

xi. long-term commitments

Carlos is surprised when TK is the one to bring it up first.

“Do you ever think about the future?” he asks one day, head in Carlos’s lap, staring up at the ceiling.

Carlos pauses the show he’s technically supposed to be watching and quirks an eyebrow at his boyfriend. “Sure,” he says. “What about the future exactly?”

TK hesitates, and his voice comes out a lot quieter when he next speaks. “Like…” He sighs, a small flush rising on his cheeks. “The future. Our future. Us. Maybe...marriage, or…”

He trails off, practically whispering by the end of it. His gaze has shifted from the ceiling to the frozen TV screen and he’s chewing on his bottom lip, body stiff with tension. “Sorry,” he mutters. “Forget about it.”

But Carlos is learning to read TK, and he knows he was looking for reassurance. “I mean, yeah,” he says. “I think about it. Do you?”

TK stares up at him, wonder in his eyes. “After New York, I thought… But yeah. Yeah, I do.”

They share a smile as they lock eyes, and Carlos knows that they’re on the same page here. That, distant though they may be, both of them can hear wedding bells in their future.

[samwilsonshandsandass]

Samtember 10 Secret Admirer

Pairing: Sam Wilson x reader Summary: Sam has a secret admirer at work who always sends him flowers Warnings: Canon level violence during a mission Word count: 1072 A/N: This is my entry for day 10 of Samtember 2021, initiated by @samwilsonfest. The prompt for today is "Secret Admirer".

“Did you put these here?” Bucky pointed at the flowers in one of the conference rooms of the compound.

“Nope. But they’re pretty.” Natasha smelled the bouquet. “You gonna look at the card?”

“No! You’re the spy of us.”

“Anyway, the meeting starts now, so we’ll find out soon?”

“Yeah. Someone definitely will check.”

As if on cue, Sam, Thor and Wanda came in and sat down.

“Someone has an admirer” Thor declared.

“How do you know?” Wanda looked hard at the flowers.

“This bouquet consists of strelitzias, daffodils and greenery.”

“Is there a card? I bet there’s a card” Sam reached out and went still when he looked at it.

“And? Who’s it for?” Bucky looked at Sam, as did everyone else.

“Me” Sam’s eyes went wide as he looked up.

---

A few days after the latest mission, Sam was still on bedrest to make sure there was nothing severe or that wouldn’t make it worse if he went flying again immediately. This morning, while Sam read his latest book, the door opened and Bucky came in, carrying a bouquet of gerbera and sun flowers with some greenery.

“Before you ask, they’re not from me. I got them from the office post man when I mentioned I’d be visiting you.”

“And here I thought you liked me enough to get me flowers” Sam smirked.

“You wish. Maybe next time.”

“Did the post man say anything about who asked him to deliver the flowers?”

“Not to me. But now we know the person getting you flowers also works here.”

“Right. In house delivery.”

---

Two weeks later, Sam came back from a quick snack in the cafeteria to continue working on his small side project, two mechanical birds to gift his nephews on Christmas. Whistling a light tune he went to sit down but stopped in his tracks.

In front of the partly finished first bird, there was a bouquet of flowers in a vase. It was placed in a way even if it tipped over, it wouldn’t damage anything of Sam’s project. Even the mouth of the vase was small and the neck was curved enough to only let the smallest amount of water out.

The bouquet consisted of pink roses, verbena and clematis.

He went to the woman on the next work station, who worked on some contraption.

“Sorry, do you know who put these flowers on my table?”

She smiled up at him. “Yeah, I do. I also promised her not to tell you who she is when you’d ask.”

“So, it’s a she. And she works here…” Sam mumbled, thanked the woman and went back to work on the present.

---

In the next two weeks, no flowers turned up anywhere for Sam. It hit him harder than he thought it would, which became especially clear to him when he told Rhodey and Thor about that in the cafeteria.

“And I can’t even get a message to her, since I don’t know how to reach her” Sam lamented and hung his head.

In this position, he only saw Y/N from her shoulders down when she went to the cafeteria exit. He hadn’t exactly met her but knew her voice and appreciated her help on missions. When there were extra drones and cameras to control, she was the woman behind the scenes to make everything run smoothly.

“She’s back in office?” Rhodey wondered.

“Lady Y/N just came back this morning from a family emergency I could hear” Thor nodded.

“Did you hear what it was?” Sam wanted to know.

Thor shock his head.

---

A day later there was a bouquet of white orchids, mimosas and malvas. As was each time, there was a card in the middle of the flowers. Only this time, Sam was surprised to see there was more written on the card than just his name.

“I’m sorry you had to go this long without flowers. I had to take care of some things out of town.”

For the rest of the day, he pored over who it could be who sent him flowers. He knew they were female, worked in the same building as he and had needed to be out of town in very recent times. Unfortunately, that didn’t narrow it down as much as one might think. Way too many people had to take some kind of leave, some more expected than others and with the multitude of reasons he had heard through gossip it didn’t help.

---

One week later, early in the morning Sam went to his desk to catch up on paperwork. He had procrastinated that long enough for one of the administrators and the male main archivist to bug him repeatedly. He sat down and focused on the computer screen.

Then he saw the, truthfully, huge bouquet next to the screen placed behind the pictures of his parents and of Sarah and his nephews, with the tips of the greenery of the bouquet hanging just slightly over the frames, forming a canopy of sorts.

The bouquet consisted of camellias, lotus, ranunculus, asters, chrysanthemums and cornflowers. There also was a card on the middle of it. Sam opened it and read.

When you’re done for the day, meet me on the lobby?

Sam smiled to himself. With an effort, he went to work on the reports to distract him from the thoughts of who could be waiting for him in the lobby.

At five o clock sharp, he jumped from his desk, quickly freshened up and taped his foot impatiently in the elevator.

‘I should’ve taken the stairs’ He thought to himself.

In the lobby, he didn’t know what or who he was looking for. He ignored the men but of course that didn’t narrow it down. On his second sweep of the room, he saw one person holding a bouquet. A bouquet of sow bread, sneezeweed, magnolias, plumbago and greenery. Y/N.

“Uhm… Y/N?” He asked.

“Sam! Hi!” You smiled and thrust the flowers at him. “These are for you.”

“For me? So, you’re the person who sent me flowers during the last months?”

“Yep. I thought you deserved some flowers, too for a change.”

“Am I right when I think you wanna take me out on a date?”

“Only if you want it to be a date!” You hurriedly said.

Sam simply nodded.

“Then I’ll take you out to see some blues and have a nice dinner.”

[starrynite7114]

tea party (daddy angel)

A/N: Ello everyone! Here I am, trying my best to survive finals the best way I know how, writing my feelings away. This is a fluffy one since I just need this to survive finals and work. I’m trying to make my way through my requests, if you’ve made a request, I’m trying my best to write it! I apologize for it taking so long, I get side tracked and I’m just the worst at times. But fret not, I will finish your requests soon!

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Also, the way you love me part two and two weeks notice are the next to be updated. I will not post any other updates till I update these two stories! 

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Word count: 3109

Warnings: NONE! FLUFF!

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You looked at Emilia as she looked around the scrapyard, looking for her favorite person, of the week. The five year old was the spitting image of you with the personality of her father. You followed after her, the sunset making the heat of the desert that much bearable, which was why you were at the scrapyard. Going further in where the clubhouse was, Emilia spotted her favorite person, Creeper.

“Tio!” She exclaimed loudly causing the Mayan men that were outside to look over at her. They all looked at one another before they groaned when she added the name. “Cree!” Creeper was not sometbing Emilia could pronounce that well two years ago and Cree just stuck.

Creeper flipped the rest of the guys the bird before making his way over to Emilia and meeting her half way.

“Hola princesa,” he kissed her cheek, making Emilia squeal in delight.

“How am I not ever a favorite?” Angel question, a pout on his face as you greeted him with a kiss and a hug. 

“Your daddy, you’re always the favorite.” You knew that was partially true. Angel was Emilia’s forever favorite, but with her Tio’s it was a rotating system. 

“Not true, she favors you over me.” Angel wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head. 

“For this week, she’s playing us baby. Emilia knows the game.” You watched as Emilia animatedly spoke to Creeper and Riz about the latest toys she received. “She has them wrapped around her finger.”

“She has all of us wrapped around her finger.” Angel chuckled. He kissed the top of your head one more time before walking over to join them. 

“Mommy!” You heard your eldest, Xavier call for you.

You turned to face your eight year old and he ran straight to you. A chuckle escape your lips as he wrapped his arms around you, careful with your portruding belly. 

“Hi baby sister.” He softly patted your belly, you smiled as you felt the baby kick. You were six months pregnant and you were ecstatic to be pregnant again. You and Angel always wanted a big family, but you knew after these two, you were done. You just haven’t told Angel you were having twins. 

“How you know it’s a baby sister?” You wrapped an around around his shoulder as you both make your way to Emilia who had Angel, Creeper, Riz and Bishop all around her. 

“It’s big brother instinct.” He proudly told you. 

Xavier was the spitting image of Angel with a mixture of yours and his personality. The quiet, mild tempered eldest was everything you and Angel could dream of as a big brother. He dotted over Emilia and did whatever his baby sister wanted. 

‘As long as she’s smiling then that’s all that matters.’ 

Your little man was too wise for his years, it was the reason the other members always messed with Angel that it didn’t seem like Xavier was his kid. But they just didn’t know the mature side of Angel. He was always goofy, but Angel could be as wise as Coco and Ezekiel when he wanted to be. He just decided to fit the mold that was carved for him, it made him feel unpredictable, except with you. The way you read him so well used to frustrate him, but now, he saw the benefits. It still annoyed him especially when you what to do to get him out of his funk. Sometimes he wanted to stay in his funk, but you wouldn’t let him.

‘We’re a team. Pout all you want by expect you outside in twenty minutes ready to spend the day with me and the kids. Club business is club business. In our home, we matter most. Club business stay outside.’ Then you would pause a mischievous smirk on your face whenever you two would have this talk. ‘But if you want to take out your frustrations on me in the privacy of our room, then we can do that too daddy.’

He would be a goner and this was why you were pregnant with baby #3.

You and Angel have been together for over ten years and married for four. Angel could never admit why it took so long for him to pop the question. It was the age at first, too young to marry, even though you two had Xavier two years in your relationship. Then being in danger came to play. Being almost kidnapped almost tore you two apart, but before it could become permanent, Angel snapped out of his stupor and stayed put. Emilia came then. 

When she turned two, on your anniversary, Angel popped the question and the rest has been history. 

“Xavi!” Emilia broke away from Creeper and went to her forever favorite, her big brother Xavier. You’re not sure how you two were so lucky that Xavier and Emilia were as close as they were, but you never questioned it. The two were inseparable and they both had such a hard time whenever Xavier had to school and two year old Emilia had to say goodbye to her older brother for a few hours.

“Mia,” he fondly wrapped his arms around her. Mia was his nickname, no one else’s, not even daddy or mommy could call her that. It was for Xavi alone. 

“Xavi, I invited daddy, Tio Creep and Tio Riz to our tea party!” There was no need to invite Xavier, he was always there, no matter what. Everyone else was invited to their tea party. “Mommy, you can come too.”

“Why thank you for inviting me Emmy.” You laughed. 

“What about me sweetheart? I don’t get invited?” Bishop crouched down to be Emilia’s eye level.

“Daddy said you’re too old to have a tea party with us.” 

Everyone held back their laughter as Bishop looked up at Angel.

“Kids, say the silliest things.” Angel chuckled nervously as he steered Emilia away from Bishop. “I think she misunderstood, I said you have important matters to attend to prez.”

“Yeah, okay dipshit.” Bishop smacked Angel upside the head.

“Jar!” Emilia yelled out.

No one was allowed to swear around Emilia. It was a rule made since she absorbed everyone’s words.

Every. Single. One. 

“How was the OB appointment?” Angel questioned, caressing your belly.

“Good, the baby is doing well.” You corrected babies in your head, but you kept it to yourself. You wanted to keep it between you and Angel, you wanted to tell him when you were all home.

“You really don’t want to find out what we’re having?” It was a hoax deal you made with Angel. You knew what you two were having, but again, you wanted to surprise him.

“Babe, don’t you like the element of surprise?” You wrapped your arms around Angel’s neck, giving him your infamous pout that Emilia inherited from you.

“Oh fuck no baby, not the pout.” Angel groaned. “Fine, happy wife, happy life.”

“I knew you would see it my way.” You kissed him, hearing your kids groan.

“Hey, when you get your first girlfriend, mama and I are gonna be groaning like that too.” Angel warned Xavier. He turned to his little princess and shook his head. “No relationship for you, girl or boy.”

“Angel!” 

You were cooking dinner for the night, your house was a full house once again. Once a week, your home was basically the center location for the Mayans to have dinner. You loved hosting your second family and you knew the kids loved having their family over, especially Emilia since before dinner, they all had a tea party. It was always amusing to see some of the Mayans men gathered around her coffee table, playing with Emilia.

“You need help mommy?” Xavier broke away from the group, making sure you were good. Ever since you became pregnant, Xavier was your little shadow while Angel was your big, sometimes annoying shadow. Pregnancies were difficult for you, but Angel could be over the top. Your little man tried to give you your space as much  as he could, but whatever you needed, he got for you.

“I’m good baby boy, go back to the tea party, Emmy doesn’t like being away from you.” You advised him.

“It’s okay, daddy and the other tio’s have been occupied.” 

You gave him an odd look before closing the oven door and walking over to the technically divided living room and kitchen. There on the floor all around the table was Angel, Creeper, Riz and new one Bishop, who was being taught proper tea etiquette.

Bishop ran Templo, but Emilia Marisol Reyes ran this Reyes household, followed after you of course. You could see the other members holding back their laughter as Emilia shook her head vehemently when Bishop just tried to drink from the tea cup without holding it properly.

Angel tried to mask his laughter with a cough, but Bishop shot him a look.

“Tio Ish! You’re not paying attention to me. I’m the princess and this is my royal tea party.” The pout on her lips made Bishop sigh.

“Sorry princesa, Tio is new at this.” Bishop held his hand out so that Emilia could put his hand on his. “Lo siento.”

“Okay, since you’re my favorite.” She smiled such a bright smile, Bishop felt accomplished for the day.

“Hey, wait a minute, I’m her favorite!” Creeper interjected. 

“Be quiet, I’ve never been the favorite.” Bishop glared at the Mayan’s road captain who immediately zipped his mouth.

Angel looked over at you, giving you a wink. You playfully rolled your eyes and continued cooking.

“When you drink, you have to lift your pinky up like this.” Emilia proceeded to demonstrate for Bishop. “And you have to drink slowly since it’s hot.” She turned to Angel and scooted closer to Bishop. “Daddy always burns himself because he mostly pays attention to mommy when we play.” It was a failed attempt at whispering that made the men at the table laugh.

Angel excused himself from the party and let Xavier take his seat. He walked over to you, his muscular arms wrapping around you, his hands resting on your stomach.

“Hey mami,” he placed a kiss on your neck, nuzzling you.

“Hey,” you leaned your head to the side to touch his. 

“You good?”

“Angel, don’t make me strangle you.” You threatened Angel at least twice a day. It didn’t matter to him since it was endearing.

“Like with my head in between your thighs?”

You laughed, playfully elbowing your husband. “See this is why I’m pregnant.”

“And? I told you, basketball team.” He turned you to face him. The smile on Angel’s face always got you in trouble, but there was no other partner in crime you would choose to get in trouble with or to be in love with. 

“Unless you start popping babies, I might be all tapped out after this one.” You truly were. Twins were going to be crazy and the last thing you needed was another bundle of joy after them. You love having kids with Angel, but you had to be mindful as well. 

“Come on mi amor, at least two more.”

You laughed in your head. After he finds out you’re carrying twins, he may not feel the same.

“Daddy! It’s my time, mommy is cooking! You said not to bother mommy while she cooks.” You both heard Emilia call out.

You and Angel looked at one another and laugh. He kissed you once again before placing a kiss on your stomach. He walked over to Emilia and sat beside his little princesa. 

“As a new member, you must tell us your favorite person.” It was a rule Emilia made up. Anyone new who joined the tea party had to tell everyone who their favorite person was, and there was only one answer. 

Emilia.

Bishop chuckled. “Of course it’s you princesa.”

The smile on Emilia’s face was priceless. As soon as Emilia came in this world, everyone knew that the Mayans men were going to be suckers for her. And they were right. Emilia was not bratty and for such a young child, knew her boundaries. She pushed it from time to time, but you and Angel always put your foot down when she did.

“You’re my favorite too! Forever and ever!”

All the men shared a look, they knew that the statement was valid, until Taza came back from visiting family.

Her one true favorite who braided her hair and gave her anything she wanted. She may have a new favorite every week, but Taza would always be the person she was drawn to.

“Mommy said that we should all wear tiara’s,” she paused for a moment and looked at you as you peaked over at them again. “Headbands as it is proper, hair wear for tea parties.”

The men looked at you and you held your hands up. “Head wear baby. And don’t look at me, we’ve seen several tea parties and a majority of them the guest wear head wear. It’s fancy after all and, Emilia is your princesa.”

“Baby, some tea parties don’t have it. You don’t want to mess Tio Riz’s beautiful hair.” Angel pointed out.

Emilia turned to Riz, those puppy dog eyes of hers immediately encapturing him.

“Anything for you,” Riz put on the the tiara that she referred to as head wear.

The men followed suit and the tea party continued. Dinner went off without a hitch and now, you were leaning against the headboard with Angel massaging your aching feet.

“Baby, you’re so good at this.” You threw your head back, loving the feel of Angel’s fingers against your feet.

“Sometimes, I feel like you married me because I got the magic fingers.” The mischievous smirk on his face hinted that his meaning was anything but innocent. “My fingers always got you moaning.”

“You’re too much at times.” You laughed, throwing a pillow at him.

Angel easily dodged it and joined in with your laughter. 

“Thank you.”

You looked down at Angel and raised an eyebrow at his thankfulness. “For what?”

“For our family, for accepting my family.” Angel always wondered why you decided to stick by him.

“What? Of course. Angel, we’ve been together for so long. I know why you tried to push me away, but you’re lucky I’m sure a wonderful and forgiving woman.” You blew him a kiss and he smiled. 

“I’m lucky to have you mi corazon. You’re the love of my life.” The way his eyes softened as he looked up at you, you returned his gaze with the same softness.

“You’re the love of my life too.”

Angel crawled over to you, kissing you. He was on his side, your face turned towards him. His hand was on your belly as it always was when you were pregnant. Angel loved it when you were pregnant. Knowing you two created something together, it always made his heart swell.

He was a man who never thought he deserved anything, but everytime he looked at you and your two kids, he knew that this was made for him, he was where he was supposed to be. He may be a bastard, but God was forgiving.

“Did you really not find out what we’re having?” Angel found it peculiar since you didn’t want to be surprised. You wanted to know so you could plan. And he went with whatever you wanted.

You hit your lip and placed your hands on top of his that we’re resting on your belly.

“We’re having a boy.” The smile that spread across his face was just priceless. You loved seeing Angel’s smile, you always made it your mission to keep that smile on his face. “And a girl.”

“Another boy, guess we’re out numbering you. Wait we’re tied cause we’re having a girl.” Your words finally sunk in and he looked at you with the most confused face. “Bring that back one more time. We’re having a boy and a girl?”

You’re eyes welled up as you nodded your head. The disbelief, yet the happiness on Angel’s face was unmistakenable. 

“Baby, holy fuck.” He looked down at your six month only belly. “Twins? Fuck, my Olympic swimmers are champions.”

“Angel! You’re such a dork.” You wiped the few tears that came down, you blamed hormones but Angel always said you cried easily.

“Don’t lie baby, all of our children was like one shot done.” His ego impressed you, but also annoyed you. But you also loved this big goof. “Baby, twins, fuck. And you want to stop after them?”

“Let’s give it a few years, let’s revisit.” You kissed the tip of his nose.

“Emilia was with you, I’m surprised she didn’t shout it out.” Angel then began to worry. Emilia was used to being the only girl. He didn’t want his baby girl to feel replaced, just like how he felt with EZ. “Shit, what if Emmy doesn’t want a baby sister?”

“Doesn’t want a baby sister? She’s already planning their shared room. Emilia is going to be a great big sister, just like Xavier is such a good big brother. You want to know why?”

Angel looked at you, waiting for your answer.

“Cause they see how much their daddy loves their Tio EZ. They loved seeing you two together and I do as well.”

Angel began to tear up then, burying his face at the crook of your neck. Emilia already had the MC at the palm of her hands, another girl? It was going to be a sweet disaster for the MC.

You couldn’t even think of what would happen once Emilia and your unborn baby girl was going to bring home boyfriends, when tea parties would no longer be their go to but actually parties.

“Shit, more tea parties.” Angel broke you away from your thoughts. 

You laughed. “Shut up, you know you secretly love them.”

And he did. Angel wanted to cherish the moments the Emilia still wanted to be a daddy’s girl. He wanted to cherish the moments where it was still cool to hang out with daddy. He knew eventually that won’t be the case, but he tried not to think of that.

“Can we have a baby every few years, just so we can always have a full house?”

“Again, unless you’re popping them, that’s a no for me.” 

If you were being honest, Angel would eventually get you to agree. You wanted a big family and honestly, with the support you had, there was nothing wrong with having a big family. 

More tea party guests. 

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Day 9 - domestic

There was a sound that woke Natasha up, but not a familiar sound. Within nanoseconds she was startled and had grabbed her gun from under her pillow. She sat up, listened again, it was coming from above. Clints side of the bed was empty. She got out of bed, her weapon drawn and sneaked to the door, cleared the hallway.

The attic hatch was open and she silently went up the stairs. And there she saw Clint surrounded by boxes and tangled in Christmas lights. She let out a deep sigh and he turned to her. 

"Oh hey, morning. I didn't want to wake you up. Sorry", he smiled apologetically but then stopped smiling: "Is that a gun in your hand?" "Um. Yes. I… I thought we were attacked." He pulled her up the rest of the stairs and right into his arms. "Oh my love. It's good that we have a few days off. Seems like you've earned it the most." He held her for a short while, then said: "You must be freezing. Go back to bed and I'll fix us breakfast."

And so he did. It was a lazy Tuesday morning, few days before Christmas. Clint had insisted that they applied for vacation days but neither Rumlow nor Coulson were delighted by it. But Clint managed to get them somehow. And now they had free time. Around Christmas. It was the first time in years. 

And they had really earned it. Natasha had been kind of nervous all over November and she got injured in one of their latest missions. Nothing too bad but enough for him to take team Delta off the tracks. 

Natasha streched on her kitchen chair while having a dampening mug of coffee in front of her. Her boyfriend was making omelette and whistled a carol. Luckys head rested on her lap, he was also waiting for food and some hand to pet him. 

Over the day, Clint did his most to make Natasha comfortable. He constantly brought her food or hot cocoa, encouraged her to read or watch TV, just do nothing and relax.

He had taken the boxes down from the attic and sat on the living room floor and stood up now and then to place some decorations here and there. She watched him over the edge of her book. Everytime her stood up, he came over to her and placed a kiss on her lips. 

She loved this man so dearly, she couldn't find words. He was so caring. She truly had picked a good one. Yes, he was chaotic as hell and could play dumb like a rock but he was a wonderful man. Her man. 

After she had rested for a while, she helped him with the lights outside their house. And she felt the anticipation rise. "Wanna go, grab tree?", she asked as they had finished. "Yes! I thought you'll never ask", he smiled. He was like a little child. He loved that time of year and she let him drag her with him. Why not? It was time that she cherished that free days, they would be gone so soon.