Think we will get a season 8 Christmas episode? Maybe something maybe Love Actually inspired?
welp, anon. I have a confession. I've never seen Love Actually.
Wow that feels better.
😂😂😂😂😂
Okay but seriously, though, I would LOVE a Christmas episode. I know I wrote a treatment up on this recently, but I have no idea where it's at now.
If we get one, I honestly imagine it being reflected on some level in relation to how Castle handed Caskett's first Christmas. Tommy is used to being alone, so he'll have agreed to work the Christmas shift, and of course Evan will be utterly disappointed because he's in love this Christmas, and it's not like it was with Taylor where they were fumbling around with each other. I think part of the whole thing with him and Tommy having it so easy is that they know what they want, both out of the relationship and from one another. So I expect that at some point during the season (preferably before this) that we will see Tommy have his moment where gets to tell Evan that he needs to watch himself on going Full Buck because he expects him to come home now. By correlation, this will be Evan's chance to give a response on the same level, that Tommy might be used to being on his own, but he's not anymore, and Evan is waiting at home for him. He loves him and wants to spend the holidays with his man. As much as we're all in love with them and want them to make it down the aisle quickly, I truly think Christmas would be the start of moving towards living together. Again, they don't have the kind of complications that Madney faced in their relationship, so I think when this decision is made, it'll be a move made far easier and quicker. (I honestly think that I love you will be a bigger deal for them than moving in together because saying I love you is a big step for them, given their upbringings/prior relationships). Another one of the reasons I can see this being something that happens in a Christmas episode is because in order for them to live together, I honestly see Buck giving up the loft and moving in with Tommy. As much as it's headcanon, it also makes sense with him being FAA certified, former military, etc., to own his own house, and he's not going to give up an actual slice of land for a lease on a loft. Further, I think Evan giving up the loft would also speak to the fact that he's not in the bachelor phase of his life anymore; he's ready to settle down. (I've seriously digressed here lol).
But now that I've googled Love Actually, I think that would be saved for them getting engaged (or buying a house together?). I can't see that being used for a Christmas episode that would be more inclined towards moving them into the same dwelling because it wouldn't pack the same punch. Because again, I see the Christmas episode really culminating in an ending similar to the end of the s5 one where they're all together, except then Evan splits off to go to Harbor and see Tommy. This is where they have their whole discussion where they talk about coming home to one another. I really like the symbolism of an empty box from Evan to Tommy, telling him that he wants to live together (look they're unpacking boxes together 😂 i know, i know, I'm a nerd).
HOWEVER. The way you DO get love actually in the same episode? Is if my original concept comes to fruition and you get both in the same episode. Evan says he wants to move in together, Tommy says yes. But then Tommy tells him he doesn't just want to live with him, he wants the whole kit and caboodle. (Bonus points if he goes with my idea of proposing with a bread tie.) And obviously, Evan would say yes.
(And then the smart ass in me says this is where we would get the much-anticipated helicopter crash, right at the end of the episode, sending us all into a panic for the next 4-6 weeks over the new year.)
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cw: pro-hero bakugo, reader has boobs, kind of explicit/nsfw? idk i describe boobs, reader is smaller and shorter than bakugo, unedited sawry
bakugo's muscle tee looks as ill-fitting as it'll ever be draped over you.
there are reasons for this, perfectly founded and logical reasons for why that is—the main one being that, it's, well, his; two, maybe even three sizes larger than what it should be to fit you properly.
but, he can't stop staring, and there are reasons for that too—the main one being that, it's his, and yet, the only way he can ever imagine it now is when it's being worn by you.
your hips sway to the song you've been humming for the past five minutes. it's the same one, the chorus on a perpetual loop. he's sure it's the only part you know; you do this often enough that it's the only part he knows now, too.
the hem of his tee hits right at the top of your thighs, concealing just enough to tease, but he’s confident that if you reach up even the slightest bit for the cupboard overhead, there'll be nothing to hide.
he feels a little bit like a creep like this, watching as he stands in the middle of your shared living room, but it's impossible too look away—you've got to be doing this on purpose, right?
heat flares inside of him when you turn your body ever so slightly, the armhole of his muscle tee large enough to give him the clearest view of skin—
he gulps.
it's smooth, sloping just right; the side view of your under boob curves into its perfect shape and he can imagine it, feel—
(is this considered perving if he's been with you for years?)
the pan in front of you sizzles as you plop in god knows what. you pour in something from the side and wait, one hand propped on the hip you pop out. then, you pick up the pan, attempting to flip what's inside (probably a pancake, now that he thinks about it).
it’s hard to focus on what you’re cooking though, especially when all he sees is plump flesh jiggling, bouncing as you further agitate the pan.
he just got the pants of this suit readjusted, and now they're fucking tight.
bakugo normally runs hot; it’s kind of part of his dna. but this warmth is different, flushing him from head to toe. it creeps up the side of his neck, painting the tips of his ears a blooming red.
you turn around then, plopping the pancake on the plate atop the counter behind you.
"oh! you're done," you greet him with a smile. so. fucking. casually.
as if your tits aren't fucking peaking against the gray fabric of his tee.
as if you think he buys the fake innocence poorly concealing that sly, conniving look in your pretty eyes.
as if you aren't standing in front of him in his muscle tee, wearing nothing underneath it like you didn’t do this on purpose. like you don’t know what it fucking does to him.
his eyes squint suspiciously, deep vermillion staring straight into yours.
you tilt your head, the tips of your lashes kissing the top of your cheekbones as you blink. you reach for a bottle of honey.
“everything okay?” you ask, voice syrupy, sickeningly sweet.
your movements play in front of him languidly, the corner of your lips curling up slightly as you smirk. honey catches on your finger as you pop open the bottle cap.
he’s supposed to be out the door in five minutes if he wants to make it in time for a meeting at the agency. technically, he should already be there if he wants to keep up his track record of consistently being fifteen minutes too early.
but you start to approach him, rounding the kitchen island. there’s a narrow space between him and the slab of marble, but you slide into it like it was made for you.
he’s certain it was, from the way the tip of your nose brushes against his as you tiptoe. your tits are right fucking there, brushing against the skintight material of his suit.
there’s too much fucking fabric if you ask him, between cotton and spandex.
your grin widens, and he feels hot, the heat from his cheeks radiating.
then you whisper, still saccharine, “breakfast is ready,” before kissing him on the lips lightly. a short peck, soft in the way that promises more before you slip away, giggling in your retreat.
he huffs, watching you leave. his feet shift as he thinks.
five minutes, huh?
like hell he’s going to eat these damn pancakes for breakfast today.
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