#he smells like freshly baked cookies and he gives warm hugs

[sillysturns]

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synopsis: surprising matt with concert tickets and a cats!!!

warnings: none just fluff

Your boyfriend, Matt, with a new pet and concert tickets. As you plan this surprise, you think about how your boyfriend loves animals, especially those with playful personalities and soft fur. You imagine his reaction when he sees a cute little cat, its fur a mix of grays and whites, eyes sparkling. This little creature named Maisie, with its whiskers twitching and tiny paws padding softly on the floor, fills the room with an immediate sense of warmth. You can picture your boyfriend's face lighting up as he arrives home from working on his personal project, his eyes widening as he realizes this companion is now a part of his life.

As you get closer to surprising him, you also hold a pair of concert tickets tightly in your hand. The thought of the upcoming concert makes your heart so happy. The artist he loves, Clairo, is playing, and you can just imagine his excitement when he learns he can see her live with you, (and his brothers), by his side. You smile inwardly at the thought of you being at the concert, the two of you dancing together in the crowd, vibing to your favorite songs. The anticipation builds as you picture how he's going to react when you reveal the tickets. This shared experience will strengthen your bond as you create unforgettable memories while enjoying music that you both like. The thrill of the concert combined with the joy of a new pet brings an energetic atmosphere that seems to fill your home.

You did get Chris and Nick tickets to the concert too, but the surprises are mostly for Matt, because he's been working on his 'personal project'. You, Nick, and Chris carefully set the stage for the big reveal, even decorating the living room with a few balloons that match the colors of the Clairo's album. You and Nick build the cat tree and hide it in Chris's room. Building the cat tree was Chris's job, while you and Nick made cookies, but Chris built it wrong twice so you and Nick also had to do that yourselves, and now Chris's job is to watch the cat until you tell him to bring her out. The air is filled with the scent of freshly baked cookies, which adds a sweet touch to this moment. The atmosphere is warm and inviting, a perfect backdrop for unveiling the surprises.

When the moment finally arrives, you can hardly contain your excitement. You listen as he gets home and walks up the stairs, you're a little nervous, but not too much because the cat is in the back, out of sight. It's a scene filled with giddiness, and you can already see curiosity on his face. When he smells the cookies, he gives you a skeptical look, like 'what the fuck is happening'. You smile at him, "Nick and I made you cookies," He smiles, "Thank you, sweetheart" he mumbles gratefully.

After he finishes eating, he talks to you and Nick for a minute, and while you're talking, Nick is discreetly bringing out the confetti cannon, and he pops it. Matt sits there for a second, stunned, before Chris runs into the room and puts the cat on the table in front Matt, who's eyes widen in disbelief, and there's a few beats of silence, followed by an eruption of joy and laughter. There’s something beautiful about watching someone you love react with pure happiness. His laughter fills the room as he reaches out to pet the cat, instantly forming a connection that brings a smile to your face. The sound of his joyful exclamations and the warm touch of the cat's fur creates a moment that you both will treasure forever.

Finally, you present the concert tickets, and his excitement reaches a new level. His grin broadens, and he jumps up in delight, wrapping you in a tight hug. The combination of a new furry friend and the promise of an exciting night out turns an ordinary day into something magical. As he holds the tickets, his mind races with thoughts of the music, the crowd, the new memories with you and his brothers, and the interactions with your new pet. You all laugh and talk excitedly about how it will feel to enjoy live music together, imagining the lights, the sounds, and the atmosphere surrounding you. This surprise not only brings joy to your boyfriend but also strengthens the bond you share, filled with love, laughter, and now a little companion to join the journey ahead.

authors note: this is ass!!! im gonna try to be more consistent and write more but I need requests GIVE ME IDEAS

also I fear matt might be kinda awkward at concerts gimme ur thoughts

divider credits all to my queen: @bernardsbendystraws

love ya, from maya [happy]

[puppymons]

Doodle I don't really like but . Here's Crumb the corgi

[realcube]

dilf december

day eleven ⭑ ushijima wakatoshi ⭑ time for christmas kids?

tw: nsfw minors dni, breeding, mentions of pregnancy, riding, squirting, size kink and cervix bruising

to everyone's surprise, ushijima was strangely receptive and understanding when his contract with the swedish adlers expired and they didn't renew it for the next season; telling him they didn't make the decision out of ill-intent, they just think it's time for him to retire.

there was nothing stopping ushijima from simply trying out for another team. he'd likely have no problem finding another one that would except him, despite him being thirty-five, since he is still fit and healthy.

however, shockingly, ushijima took the adler's advice.

this was unlike him as all throughout his career, he has vehemently protested whenever anyone even alludes to his retirement, insisting that he will remain on the volleyball court until his legs give out from under him.

and although that is true to some extent, because he often visits the court and plays games recreationally while in retirement, it still puzzled you as to why he switched tempo so suddenly.

although, you weren't going to complain, as since leaving the swedish adlers you've been able to spend a lot more time with him than you usually did, which is always nice, especially around the holiday season. you almost felt greedy having him all to yourself: no useless teammates blowing up his phone and no whiny managers asking to meet with him. just love and peace on earth!

that is, until you remembered a conversation you've been having with him ever since the beginning of your marriage.

"when are we going to have kids, toshi?" you would look up at him with boiling anticipation in your eyes.

and though he'd appreciate your eagerness, he'd frown and reply sternly, "i don't have the time to raise kids, currently. i don't think i will ever have the time while i am employed as an athlete. we should have this discussion once i retire."

you grumbled, "but you literally always say that you're never going to retire?"

"that's true, though i might fall into unexpected circumstances. say, if i am hit by a train."

"or my car." you'd comment with a titter.

it was funny and light-hearted dialogue back then, but now that you had both matured and grown in your relationship, you find that particular topic of disucssion to be more pressing. especially as you have fallen into what ushijima may describe as "unexpected circumstances" where he now has all the time in the world to help you raise a child.

so, you decide to bring this point to his attention one night, before bed.

the outside is consumed with darkness and your back windows are virtually blackened; it reflects the flickering light of the festive scented candles placed around the room. wafting the smell of freshly baked cookies through the space, pleasing your nose like a warm hug, while your focus constantly shifts between the tv screen and your husband, who is sat beside you on the couch with his eyes drilled into a book while you lounged in your fluffy robe.

you weren't paying attention to the show currently playing at all. no, it was simply background noise to the chorus of worries and perpetual screaming in your mind, as you mulled over whether or not now was a good time to bring up the topic you so desperately wanted to discuss. the last thing you'd want to do is disturb the peaceful night you were sharing and cause tension in the household.

but if you can't talk to your husband about something that is important to you, what is the point of getting married?

you swallow your pride and inhibitions with an audible gulp, then croak, "wakatoshi?"

"yes, dear." he replies in his usual blunt manner, not glancing up from the pages.

"do you remember a while ago when we talked about having kids?" you said timidly, so quiet that ushijima could barely hear you over the noise of the tv. so he pauses the show, and replies,

"yes, i think i do remember."

hsi face is so stern and unwavering; it's hard to tell if that is due to his natural stoic nature, or if he truly does not care for what you are saying. for the sake of your self-esteem, you assume its the first one, and continue talking.

or, at least, you try to. it's quite hard when your heart is pounding so harshly in your chest that you feel it could leap out of your throat at any given moment. "you said we should talk about it when you retire. so, have you given it any thought?"

he furrows his eyebrows together, and stares into the distance. a couple seconds pass, and he closes his book too, placing it to the side in order to focus on pondering your question.

it takes a minute, but he finally responds, "yes, i have."

you blink, expecting him to continue, so when he doesn't, you urge him to do so, "and?"

"and i think it's a great idea. now is the perfect time to have child." he says it in such a dry manner that any onlooker would think he was being sarcastic, but you know your husband all too well, and you can pick up on the subtle signs of sincerity in his cadence.

your whole face lights up, and you perk up in your seat, "really? that's amazing news, toshi!" you squeal, lunging forward and throwing yourself into his arms. and as always, he's ready to catch you in his strong arms and hold you close for however long you need.

as your melting into the hug, wakatoshi uses his gentle grip on your waist to pull you onto his lap, only so you could be even closer together. he peppers kisses up your neck and across your shoulderblade, while his hand sneaks behind your thigh.

at first you think nothing of it, as you know your husband enjoys a sneaky little grab at your ass sometimes. however, when his squishing slowly turns into rubbing, and his target moves from your perky ass to in-between your thighs, you gasp at the realisation and stagger, "oh, you meant like.. right now?"

you jerk away from him, and he meets your shocked expression with an entirely blank look on his face, "of course."

you blink, and so does he. considering it for a moment, it only takes you a couple seconds to land on the conclusion that there is no time like the present.

thus, you slip your arms around his broad shoulders again and pull him in for a passionate kiss; lips sensually weaving together, as you bounce on his lap a little, prompting him to continue his risky endeavours.

originally, both hands are fixed on your waist. however, he slips one down under your robe in order to rub your clit. he was expecting you to be wearing undergarments underneath the robe, but he was in for a pleasant surprise when his palm made direct contact with your damp folds, and you feel him smirk into the kiss slightly, causing you to titter.

meanwhile, his other hand swiftly got to work on pulling down the elastic of his sweats and whipping out his hardened length. while the two of you were still engaged in a heated make-out session, and his fingers were still working at your clit, he stroked himself a lazily, in an attempt to temporarily satiate his desperate hunger, but his mere hand couldn't even come close to the homey grip of your pussy. he needed to be encased in your walls urgently.

soon though, after a couple more minutes of harsh action on your clit, he reckoned you would be wet enough to take him by now. and he tested this hypothesis by dipping two meaty fingers into your pussy, stretching it out and causing you to arch your back as waves of unexpected stimulation shoot through you.

your whiney moans vibrate against his tongue, as you are still locked in an intimate kiss, and he furrows his brows in thought, prodding and stirring his fingers around your insides to assess whether your hole was lubricated enough for him to enter. and with each poke at your gummy walls, he sends another lewd moan winding down to your lips.

he yanks his fingers out, deciding that however wet you were right now would have to do because he wasn't able to wait any longer.

with that, he uses the same hand to manoeuvre his cock so it was hovering right by your dripping enterance, allowing this tip to be greased with your arousal. in doing so, you are pushed back a bit, forcing you to break free from the intense kiss with a dramatic gasp. you look at him, with your pretty chest floating up and down with each shallow breath.

he looks you in the eye sternly, with a kind glint his iris, waiting for your approval.

you nod slightly, but before you are even able to processs your own response, he's already pushed you down around his girthy length, forcing your tight pussy to suck it all up, somehow.

your eyes rolled back into your head as he did so, and an obscene, pornographic whine was pried from your throat. ushijima basked in it for only a moment before he made you ride his cock by using his grip on your waist. he set a relatively slow pace to begin with, allowing your gracious hole some time to adjust to his length, but it wasn't nearly enough.

despite that, he hastily quickened his pace, bucking his hips slightly into you with every bounce, meaning he would brush your cervix with his tip, which caused you to grunt and mewl each time. you appreciated he was trying to be thorough and having him so deep inside you might increase the chances of fertility, but you weren't entirely sure if it was worth having your cervix brusied for.

the veins on his length rubbed the most delicious parts inside you, it was like he was scratching an itch you weren't even aware of until now. your cheeks and the tips of your ear heated up with pure pleasure, and you could feel him getting warmer under your touch as well. meanwhile the molten coil inside you was only growing more rigid by the second, threatening to crumble at any moment.

his dick rammed into your hole repeatedly, at an increasingly feverish pace, eliciting a short moan or grunt from you each time, and your whole body shook. therefore, ushijima had no idea where to look — he was spoiled for choice — although he revelled in watching your tits bounce wildly around and threaten to escape the confines of your robe, he was also partially mesmerised by the way your perfect cunt consumed him so nicely.

"tight.." was all he was able to grit.

you nod, but you're too fucked out to even muster up a coherent response; your mind was almost as scrambled as your insides.

with how his dick was ploughing into your poor pussy, it wasn't long until the coil inside you snapped and you found yourself suddenly shaking and tremoring while you squirted around him, unleashing a dam of crystalline fluid over his sweats and the couch.

and the harsh squeeze of your pussy around his cock was enough to tip him over the edge of a climax too, and he groaned lowly with his eyes shut as he deposited his first load into your hole. thick warmth flooding your insides in an instant, sticking to your walls and leaving you conjested.

he stayed there for a moment, to allow you both to catch your breathes, and he pried one of his eyes open to look at your beautifully dishevelled state, "thank you, (y/n)."

you chuckle, and rest your weary head on his shoulder, "thank you, toshi."

"no, thank you." he looks down at your stomach, and strokes it tenderly with his big hand, "i can't wait to see you carry our baby."

you pout, gazing up at his cute dumb face, illuminated only by the coloured tv light, which cast shadows over his strong features. you pressed a soft kiss on his cheek, and sunk into his embrace, "i can't wait either. you'll be such a good dad." you muse, dreamily.

meanwhile, he slowly eases his cock out of your hole, provoking a small hiss from you at the change. but little did you know, he was kind enough to stick his three fingers in immediately afterwards, so none of his cum threatened to spill from your leaky pussy.

"and you will be a good mother." he assures you softly, snaking an arm behind your neck to cradle your head in arms.

then, to your surprise, he utilised this position in order to flip the two of you, so you were laying face up with your back against the couch, and he was kneeling between your legs, which he pushed spread-eagle by your knees.

it all happened so quickly, that you were already in the position before you were able to gasp, "huh?! what're you doing?"

"round two." he keeps his three fingers stuffed in your pussy while he uses his other hand to guide his erect dick towards your hole, "for the best chance of pregnancy."

[rafedarling]

omg could write abt when readers pregnant with rustyn, just everyone fawning over her baby bump and drew being the sweetest 😭😭

𝐱𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐦𝐩

pairing: drew starkey x fem!reader

summary: seven months pregnant with your son rustyn, you and drew spend christmas night with the starkey family. everyone is excited about your baby bump, showering you with attention and love. drew is the sweetest, constantly fawning over you and your pregnancy, proud and protective as he talks about your journey.

warning(s): english is not my native language. fluff, pregnancy, family bonding, holiday themes, mentions of food, and a whole lot of love, drew’s parents does not divorce in this scenario.

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The cold December air nips at your skin as you and Drew walk up the driveway of the Starkey family home. It’s Christmas night, and the house is covered in a warm glow from the twinkling lights that outline the roof. You can’t help but smile as you take in the holiday cheer. There’s something special about Christmas this year—maybe it’s because of how close you are to meeting your baby, or maybe it’s just the warmth of family that makes everything feel a little more magical.

Your hand instinctively goes to your belly, where your son, Rustyn, is nestled safe and sound. At seven months pregnant, you’re definitely feeling the weight of the third trimester, but every little kick and flutter from Rustyn makes the heaviness worth it. Drew, ever attentive, is right by your side, one arm protectively wrapped around your waist as he guides you up the walkway.

“You doing okay?” Drew asks, his voice soft as he glances down at you with those familiar, caring eyes. He’s been extra cautious lately, always checking in, always making sure you’re comfortable.

“I’m good,” you reassure him with a smile, though you can’t help but feel your heart swell at how sweet he’s been throughout the entire pregnancy. “Excited to see your family.”

Drew grins, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead before opening the front door. The warmth of the Starkey home envelops you immediately, and the sounds of laughter and conversation spill out from the living room. Inside, the house is a vision of Christmas cheer—decorated to the nines with twinkling lights, garlands, and the smell of freshly baked gingerbread cookies wafting from the kitchen.

As soon as you step inside, you’re greeted by Jodi, Drew’s mom, whose face lights up the moment she sees you.

“Oh my goodness, you’re glowing!” she exclaims, rushing over to wrap you in a gentle hug, mindful of your pregnant belly. Her hands, warm and soft, come to rest on your bump, and her smile widens even more. “Look at that belly! Rustyn’s going to be here so soon, I can’t believe it.”

You laugh softly, patting her hand affectionately. “Only two more months and few days to go.”

Jodi practically beams, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “You’re carrying so beautifully. I bet you can’t wait to meet him.”

You nod, feeling the familiar flutter of Rustyn’s movements as if he knows everyone is talking about him. “We’re both really excited,” you say, glancing over at Drew, who is standing proudly beside you, his hand instinctively resting on the small of your back.

“I can’t wait either,” Drew says, his voice full of warmth as he looks at you, his eyes softening with every word. “It feels like we’ve been waiting forever.”

Jodi chuckles, giving him a knowing look. “The wait is always the hardest part. But it’s worth it, trust me.”

As if on cue, Drew’s sister appears, Brooke, her eyes going wide as she spots your belly. “Oh my God, look at you!” she gushes, hurrying over to join her mom. “Can I feel him kick?”

“Of course,” you say with a smile, gently guiding her hand to the side of your belly where Rustyn has been particularly active tonight.

She grins in awe, her face lighting up when she feels a firm little nudge. “Oh! He kicked! That’s amazing!” she squeals, clapping her hands together in delight.

“Strong little guy, huh?” Drew says, his chest puffing up with pride. You can’t help but smile at the way he’s been throughout the pregnancy, always so proud of every little movement, every milestone.

You laugh softly, resting a hand on your belly as Rustyn shifts again. “He’s definitely active.”

Drew’s dad joins the group, his usually serious face softening as he takes in the sight of you and your growing belly. “You look wonderful,” he says, giving Drew a firm pat on the back. “You’re gonna be a great dad, son. Your mom and I are so proud of you.”

Drew’s expression brightens even more, and you feel his hand squeeze your waist affectionately. “Thanks, Dad. We’re both really excited for this next step.”

The evening progresses, you’re ushered into the living room, where the Starkey family gathers around the Christmas tree. The house is filled with the sounds of holiday music, laughter, and the crackling of the fireplace. The room is warm, both in temperature and in the way the Starkey family makes you feel—completely at home.

You find yourself settled into a plush armchair, a pillow tucked behind your back for extra support. Drew, ever attentive, hovers near you, making sure you’re comfortable before he sits down beside you. His hand, as always, finds its way to your belly, resting there as if it’s second nature by now.

“You sure you don’t need anything? Water? Another blanket? Pillow?” Drew asks, his voice full of concern as he rubs gentle circles on your belly.

“I’m good,” you reassure him, leaning into his touch. “I’m just happy to be here.”

Drew smiles, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “I’m happy you’re here too. Rustyn and I are both lucky.”

The two of you sit quietly for a moment, watching as the rest of the family chatters and jokes around the room. Every now and then, someone will come by to check on you or ask how you’re feeling. It’s clear that Drew’s family is just as excited about the baby as the two of you are.

At one point, McKayla plops down on the couch next to you, her eyes bright with curiosity. “So, have you guys decided on the nursery theme yet?”

You smile, thinking about the nursery you and Drew have been working on together. “We’re thinking of a woodland theme,” you say. “Something soft and cozy, with lots of little animals.”

“That’s perfect,” she says with a grin. “I’ll have to come over and help you decorate.”

“You’re welcome anytime,” Drew says, smiling as he leans back in his chair, his hand still resting on your belly. “We’ve got most of the basics done, but we could use some help with the finishing touches.”

“Absolutely,” she says excitedly. “I’m so ready to be an aunt.”

After a while, dinner is announced, and Drew helps you up from your chair, always making sure you’re steady on your feet. You appreciate how attentive he’s been—he never lets you lift a finger if he can help it, and he’s always right there to offer you support when you need it.

The dining room is a sight to behold. The long table is set with elegant Christmas decorations with candles, holly, and sparkling ornaments lining the center—and the smell of roasted turkey, mashed potatoes, and fresh bread fills the air. Plates of food are spread out across the table, and everyone takes their seats with excited chatter.

As soon as you sit down, Drew’s mom is at your side, serving you a generous portion of all your favorite dishes. “You need to eat, sweetheart,” she says kindly, her eyes full of warmth. “You’re eating for two now.”

You chuckle softly, feeling grateful for the way she’s been so attentive all evening. “Thank you,” you say, feeling Rustyn shift again as if he knows you’re about to eat.

Drew sits down beside you, immediately reaching for your hand under the table. “Make sure you don’t overstuff yourself,” he murmurs, his voice gentle as he gives your hand a squeeze. “I don’t want you feeling sick later.”

“I’ll be fine,” you assure him with a smile, appreciating how much he cares. “I know my limits.”

The dinner conversation flows naturally, with Drew’s family sharing stories and laughter as they pass around plates of food. You find yourself at the center of much of the discussion, with everyone asking questions about the pregnancy, how you’re feeling, and what you and Drew are most excited about once Rustyn arrives.

Drew is quick to jump in anytime someone mentions the pregnancy, his face lighting up with pride as he talks about you and how incredible he thinks you’ve been. “She’s been amazing,” he says at one point, his voice full of admiration. “I don’t know how she does it, but she’s handling everything so well. I’m in awe of her every day.”

You blush at his words, feeling the love and warmth radiating from him. It’s moments like these that remind you just how lucky you are to have him by your side.

As the meal winds down, the conversation turns to the future—what next Christmas will be like with a baby in the house, how excited everyone is to meet Rustyn, and all the little things Drew and his family are looking forward to once he arrives.

“Just think,” Jodi says with a smile. “Next year, we’ll have a little one crawling around under the tree. It’s going to be magical.”

“I can’t wait,” Drew says, his hand still firmly holding yours. “It’s going to be the best Christmas ever.”

After dinner, you and Drew retreat back to the living room, where the fire is still crackling softly and the Christmas lights twinkle in the dim light. You’re settled back into your comfortable armchair, and Drew is right beside you wih his hand rests on your belly, gently rubbing soothing circles as the two of you sit in peaceful silence.

You sip on a cup of hot cocoa, savoring the warmth of it as you lean back into the chair, feeling Rustyn move inside you. It’s moments like these, surrounded by love and warmth, that make you realize just how special this Christmas is. It’s your last Christmas before Rustyn arrives, and while you’re excited for all the Christmases to come, there’s something undeniably magical about this one.

Drew looks at you, his blue eyes soft in the firelight. “You good?” he asks, his voice gentle as he watches you with concern. “You need anything?”

You smile at him, feeling your heart swell with love. “I’m perfect,” you say softly. “This has been the best night.”

Drew’s face brightens, and he shifts slightly so he’s facing you fully. “I’m glad,” he says, his hand still resting on your belly. “I just want you to be happy and comfortable. You and Rustyn.”

“We are,” you assure him, reaching down to thread your fingers through his hair. “We couldn’t be happier.”

Drew leans into your touch, his eyes closing briefly as he takes in the moment. “I can’t believe he’s almost here,” he whispers, his voice full of awe. “Two more months, and we’ll be holding him in our arms.”

You nod, feeling your throat tighten with emotion. “I know. It’s hard to believe, isn’t it?”

Drew smiles, his eyes full of love as he looks up at you. “It’s going to be perfect. You’re going to be the best mom.”

“And you’re going to be the best dad,” you say softly, brushing a hand through his hair. “Rustyn is so lucky to have you.”

Drew’s face softens even more, and he leans down to press a gentle kiss to your belly. “Hey, little guy,” he murmurs, his voice so full of love it makes your heart ache. “We’re all here waiting for you. But take your time, okay? We’ll be ready whenever you are.”

Rustyn gives a little kick in response, and Drew grins, his eyes lighting up. “Did you feel that?”

“I did,” you say with a laugh, resting your hand on your belly. “I think he heard you.”

Drew laughs softly, leaning his head against your belly again. “He knows his daddy’s voice.”

The rest of the evening passes in a peaceful blur of laughter, warmth, and holiday magic. As the night winds down and the rest of the family heads off to bed, you and Drew find yourselves alone in front of the Christmas tree, the house quiet and still.

Drew pulls you close, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as the two of you sit in the soft glow of the Christmas lights. “Next Christmas, we’ll have a little one with us,” he says softly, his voice full of wonder. “Can you believe it?”

You smile, resting your head on his shoulder as you feel Rustyn shift inside you. “It’s kind of perfect, isn’t it?”

“More than perfect,” Drew whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “You’ve given me everything I could ever want.”

Your heart swells at his words, and as you sit there, wrapped in each other’s warmth, you realize just how much love you have in your life—and how much more love is on the way with Rustyn’s arrival.

[insidekatmind]

Be quiet~ Jude Bellingham

Wearning: +18,smut, english is not my first language.

It was Christmas Eve and the atmosphere in Jude’s parents' house in Birmingham was warm and welcoming. The lights of the tree shone, filling the room with a sweet glow, while the smell of freshly baked cookies spread in the air. You and Jude were back together for the holidays, and he seemed happy to show you his world, his family.

After a long evening of talking and laughing with Jude’s parents and his brother Jobe, you were withdrawn into his old room. Jude closed the door with a mischievous smile, and you felt your heart beat faster.

It was strange to find ourselves in such an intimate place, surrounded by memories and secrets." I can’t believe we’re here, "you said, looking at the walls decorated with pictures of Jude as a child.

" It seems like yesterday we were in Madrid." Then, without warning, he came to you and kissed you, his lips warm and soft against yours.

The kiss became more intense and passionate, as Jude squeezed your ass, bringing his hand to make you approach him.

"Jude, wait!" You whispered, trying to pull away, an amused smile on your lips. "I don't want Jobe to hear us. The walls are thin!"

"Never mind," he smiled, and continued to kiss you. "He doesn’t care, and I love this moment too much." You laugh, trying to keep the tone light as you tried to push him away, but his embrace was firm.

"Come on, we’re at your parents' house! If he hears us, he’ll make fun of us forever." You said trying to convince him while he gave you another squeeze on your butt.

"Let me speak," said Jude, his eyes filled with amusement.

"I just want to be with you, here and now." he said as he looked at you with his puppy eyes. You can only resist for a moment before giving in to her lips again.

The tension in the air was palpable, and the only sound you could hear was your own heartbeat. The laughter and chatter of the family party seemed far away, as you lost yourself in the world of Jude."Okay," admit, getting dragged by Jude on the bed, he lying down and you riding him.

"But we must be quiet and silent at least until Jobe is awake." you said to him as he smiled and began to take off your clothes.

"Promised," he said, lifting his shirt as you helped him remove the rest of his clothes.

You smiled giggling as she hugged you, her lips gently brushing your cheek.

He looked at you softly and then kissed you again as he raised your hips to let his cock penetrate inside of you. You immediately closed your mouth to decrease your moan and he sighed as you started riding his cock while he put his hands on your ass to guide your movements.

A loud groan escaped you when Jude with his cock hit your g-spot. He immediately kissed you, choking your groans as you kept moving.

You started bouncing on his cock as he squeezed your ass and slapped it, while the sound of the slap was heard all over the room and he chuckled pushing you louder inside you.

"Jude" you moaned as you lowered your head into the hollow of your neck while you nibbled on his skin and he moaned softly to not be heard by his brother but it was hard not to when your pussy was squeezing his cock.

"You take it so well, your pussy is made for me," he said moaning as he helped you with the thrusts as you bounced.

You were about to make a big moan but you bit his neck making them groan and he immediately chewed on his lip. " Shit" he said, moaning as your room filled with the slaps of your bodies clattering and your groans.

"I love this pussy so much, my pussy," she said, pushing deeper. You groaned as you kissed him, nibbling on his lip while he touched your bottom.

"You fuck me so well Jude" whispered on his lips and he smiled as he pushed back on your g-spot and you moaned and then put a hand on your mouth while he fucked you hard and made you come while you groaned against his hand.

He giggled arrogantly as he saw your condition. "You’re so sexy" he said, increasing the urges as he came inside you. You felt his cum entering your pussy and you moaned for his cum filling you.

Jude does not stop the movements, he keeps pushing his cock into your pussy to let all his cum in. " Jude" you whispered and he silenced you with a kiss.

"Come on baby, take it like the good girl you are" she said and you just nodded as you enjoyed this feeling.

When he stopped moving, you fell on his body while he kissed you softly.

"I love you y/n, I’m glad you’re here with me," she said softly and you smiled.

"I love you too Jude and am happy to spend my time with you" you said and he kissed you softly.

Just when things were ringing back to Jude’s phone, it was his brother Jobe.

"Brother calm the hormones, I want to sleep"

Jude read that message and laughed and wrote a simple "sorry". Then he kissed you again and hugged you.

He loves being with you.

[starrydali]

Christmas in New York - Percy Jackson

∘°∘♡∘° Based of this request. Thanks! I've been loving all the Christmas with Percy fics. I don't know much about New York so don't fact check me♡

✧˖*°࿐*✧.┊Spending Christmas with Percy’s family wasn’t something you were nervous about—it was Percy’s family, after all—but you didn’t expect how easy it would be to feel at home. Between Sally’s over-the-top decorations and Paul’s nonstop dad jokes, it was a lot, but in the best way. ✧. ┊

You stepped into the Jacksons' apartment, and immediately, the warmth of the space wrapped around you. Christmas lights twinkled from every corner, and the smell of freshly baked cookies made your stomach rumble. The soft hum of holiday tunes played in the background, and the view from the window showed the snowy streets of New York—pure holiday magic.

Percy nudged the door open with his foot, carrying bags in both hands. "Guess we made it," he said with a grin, holding his hand out to you. Smiling up at him as you took his hand and stepped inside.

“Mom!” Percy called out. A moment later, Sally appeared from the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron, and her face lit up when she saw you.

“Y/N! So happy you could make it.” Sally pulled you into a warm hug before you even had a chance to put your bag down. “You’re just in time for dinner, dear. Come on in!”

You couldn’t help but smile. “Thanks for having me, Sally.”

“Don’t be silly, you’re always welcome,” she said, ushering you into the living room where Paul was setting up Estelle to play with a new toy.

“Hi, Y/N,” Paul said with a grin, handing Estelle over to Percy. She immediately giggled, reaching for his hair. Percy took her in his arms, looking effortlessly at ease as she tugged on his curls.

Percy scooped her up with practiced ease, laughing as she tugged at his hair. You stood back, watching him make silly faces at her, and your heart did that annoying little flutter it always did when he was being soft.

“You’re spoiling her,” Percy teased, giving Estelle a playful look. She giggled again, making Percy chuckle.

You watched them, your heart melting a little. He always had a soft spot for Estelle. He was just... so good with her.

“You’re practically family now,” Paul said as he pulled out a chair at the table for you. “And this one,” he nodded toward Percy, “has been talking nonstop about you. What’s it been, like a year now?”

“Not that long, Paul,” Percy groaned, turning a little red.

“Well, it feels like you’ve been inseparable since day one,” Paul said, chuckling.

Sally smiled softly. “We’re glad you’re here.”

Dinner was lively, and you found yourself laughing as Sally told stories from when he was younger. Percy tried to hide his embarrassment, but you could see the faint blush on his cheeks as they teased him about his childhood crush on a stuffed animal.

“I was four!” he argued, but his Sally wasn’t letting him off the hook.

“You told me you were gonna marry it,” Sally teased, making everyone laugh.

“Seriously, mom,” Percy muttered, looking at you. “This is what I get for bringing you here.”

You grinned at him, nudging his side. “I think it’s cute. You were a soft little kid.”

He shot you a playful look, his eyes twinkling. “You’re not supposed to say that out loud.”

After dinner, you all gathered around the fireplace. Percy, always ready to poke fun, grabbed a small blanket and threw it around you and Estelle, wrapping you both up in it like a little burrito. You laughed, feeling cozy and completely at ease with his family.

Later, after dinner had settled down and everyone was enjoying their time, Percy pulled you to the door. “Wanna go for a walk?” he asked, his voice a little softer, like he was trying to steal you away for some alone time.

“Sure,” you said, unable to resist his charm.

“Okay, one sec,” Percy grabbed your coat and helped you slip it on, a little too close for comfort. You caught his smirk, the kind he always wore when he knew he had your full attention.

The cold air hit you both as you stepped outside into the quiet New York night. Snowflakes drifted lazily from the sky, coating the sidewalks and rooftops. The streets were still, and the usual city chaos felt distant, almost like another world.

“So, what now?” you asked, as Percy wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close to keep you warm.

He grinned, looking around. “How about we go see the Christmas tree at Rockefeller Center? I mean, you’re in New York—gotta do it.”

You laughed, nodding. “Fair enough. It’s a must.”

As you walked hand-in-hand through the streets, you couldn’t help but feel like you were living in one of those holiday movies. The twinkling lights, the soft sound of Christmas music from nearby stores, and the warmth of Percy by your side.

“You know, you’re a little cheesy for suggesting the tree,” you teased him.

Percy looked at you with that signature mischievous grin. “I’m allowed one cheesy moment.”

You both reached the tree, standing under its towering branches, the lights sparkling above you. Percy pulled you close for a picture, one arm wrapped around you as he snapped a quick shot with his phone.

“Perfect,” he said, looking at the picture before leaning in to kiss the side of your head. You smiled, your heart fluttering in your chest.

“We look cute together,” you said, giving him a teasing look.

He raised an eyebrow. “I know. The best couple in New York, right?”

“Obviously.”

He looked down at you, his smile softening. “I’m glad you’re here. I can’t imagine spending Christmas without you.”

You felt your heart melt a little, warmth spreading in your chest. “Same here.”

Percy leaned in and kissed your forehead softly, his lips lingering just a little longer than usual. You leaned into him, feeling the comfort and safety of being in his arms.

Later, you both made your way back to the apartment, the night still young, the city lights casting a soft glow on the snowy streets. Percy’s arm stayed around your shoulders, keeping you close, keeping you safe.

“Hot chocolate?” he asked, giving you that playful grin again.

“Always,” you laughed, leaning into him as you entered the warmth of his home.

After a few sips of hot cocoa, he pulled you in closer, resting his chin on top of your head as the two of you cuddled up.

Percy glanced over at the Christmas tree and then back at you. “You know, we should probably finish decorating it.”

You smiled at him, eyes twinkling. “Right. I mean, I’m not sure if it’s Christmas until the star goes on top.”

Percy grinned, his playful nature shining through. “Well, in that case, I’ve got the perfect solution.” He leaned forward, taking your hand, and before you could ask what he meant, he gently lifted you into his arms, holding you close.

“Percy, what—” you laughed, your words cut off as he carefully placed you on his shoulder, steadying you. You could feel the heat of his hands on your legs, and despite your surprise, you couldn’t help but smile at the effort he was putting into this.

“Let’s finish this tree, huh?” he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

You laughed, holding onto his hands that hold you as he effortlessly stood, lifting you so that you could reach the top of the tree. As you placed the star on top, you felt a sense of warmth spread through you—not just from the fire, but from being in his arms like this.

He placed you back down on your feet, Percy smiles at you. “Perfect.”

“Yeah, I think it’s pretty perfect,” you said softly, catching your breath. You kissed him on the cheek as he steadied you.

As you both sat down on the couch to enjoy the final touches of your evening together, Percy pulled you closer again, running his fingers through your hair. "I’m glad we’re here," he whispered, his voice soft but full of affection.

“Me too,” you replied, leaning into his side as the sound of the crackling fire filled the background, the glow of the tree’s lights casting a soft, romantic light over everything.

And just like that, Christmas in New York was perfect. Not because of the lights, or the tree, or the city—it was perfect because you were with Percy, and nothing could top that.

✧. ┊ Send requests! :)

[writersmacchiato]

family ties | Gerard Pitts

warning but not really; mentions/alludes to bad home life for reader :(((( but it’s honestly nothing explicitly stated <3 not proof read!!

sidenote: for everyone in the winter season (happy first day of winter btw!!!), I so recommend finding a sunny spot outside and sitting out there with a blanket and a hot drink and soak in the sun.

. . .

Gerard Pitts happens to stumble upon you while you’re sitting on the back steps of the school. A warm blanket draped over you shoulders and protecting you from the chill. The sunlight washes over you in a glow and his heart skips a beat at the beauty you are.

A steaming cup of something rests in your hands, your eyes transfixed on nothing in particular but the cloudless blue sky above you.

Your face is blank, giving nothing away.

Well, to anyone that wasn’t him but he knows you, doesn’t he?

He notices the slump of your shoulders, marring your usual prefect posture. The slight down curve of your lips, the slightest of tension between your brows.

You’re upset and stewing in it.

“Good morning.” He approaches loudly, steps crunching on gravel to announce his presence first.

“Good morning, Pitts.” To your credit, your small smile seems genuine enough so he takes a seat beside you. Arms almost touching, but he doesn’t close the distance. Not yet.

“Lovely morning.” He says, cupping his hands to blow hot air into them. It is very chilly, but the frost covering the ground and trees was beautiful. He could see why you came here often.

You hum in agreement, otherwise motionless from the small sips from your cup.

“How is the family?” He decides to stop beating around the bush.

It’s not a secret, at least to him, that you struggle with the time spent with your family. And that you had a dinner with them yesterday.

You make a noise, somewhere between a laugh and a sigh. “Oh, just the usual dinner and show.”

“And, your sister?”

At the mention of her, you slump against his side, head leaning on his shoulder. Letting out a long groan that makes him laugh.

“The usual, then?” He supplies when you take to silence once more.

He knows that you sit with your thoughts and feelings too much, let them fester within unspoken until it becomes too much. He’s also learning how to slowly creep out the feelings, how to spin the words out. Knows that you trust him in a way you haven’t had before.

“The fucking usual.” You pause, before the words spill out in a sudden rush. “She’s just so… mean! She’s mean all the time! And if I ever try to say anything, she gets mad at me. It’s exhausting being around her because I never know if she will strike out or be nice.”

Pitts moves his arm to wrap around you, in a one sided hug. He’s met your sister and knows how cruel she can be, both intentionally and unintentionally.

“And, then winter break is coming up and I don’t want to be home at all. I hate it there. My parents are already so… them. And my sister is in an extra horrible mood. It will be torture.”

“You know, you’re always welcome to come home with me.” To me.

You allow yourself to indulge the fantasy. Having been to his family’s estate many times before. His mother is very welcoming and kind, his father is somewhat aloof and awkward but in a charming way.

The kitchen would smell like freshly baked cookies, the scent wafting through the house. You could curl up by the fireplace, reading anything you desired from their extensive library.

Traipsing through the woods around the estate, freshly fallen snow making it a winter wonderland. Building snowpeople and and trying to sneak a ball of snow down his coat. Hoping for the coldest temperatures so the pond will freeze frostily for ice-skating, hands numb from cold except where his hands hold yours.

Looking through his wardrobe, selecting his coziest sweaters to wear to bed. Running through the halls in wool socks and seeing who can slide the furthest.

Warm dinners with his family, gathered together. Watching the way the candlelight flickers over his face, sneaking glances and smiling when you catch him doing the same.

Maybe he would kiss you under the mistletoe. Because his family is the type to hang up mistletoe and he would pretend to be oblivious to the fact that he hung up the very plant you now stand under together and you would let him.

“I would like that very much, Gerard Pitts.”

[idolish7imagines]

Hello! Could I request Minami flirting or being unexpectedly suggestive towards his S/O in public?

Thanks so much! 🥰 Your writing is lovely~

Miniami flirting in public with his s/o

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Your boyfriend looked...tired, for once.

It isnt that you've never seen him like that before, its just that the moments are so few and far between, the visual of his hair even slightly disheveled, shoulders quietly slumped, and the occasional sigh that sounded more tired than his usual sarcastic or longsuffering one, was enough to concern you.

It had been a long day for his shoot, and he had an interview before that, he's probably been on his feet most of the day. Poor Minami. At the least, you could keep him a little more warm during the windy, chilly winter afternoon walk ahead.

Lost in your thoughts, you quickly realize that he wasn't even walking beside you on the sidewalk anymore. It may be a good idea to make sure he was still there and hadn't got wrapped up in anything or worse, too tired to continue.

But before you could turn, you feel the familiar touch of his slender fingers riding up the sides of your torso.

"M..Mina?" You stutter, finally looking behind you. He was there, of course, with his head now coming up to rest on your shoulder, his usual calm expression across his face.

No words are said, which is something you've come to expect of him, but this was different, unexpected moreso. He usually isn't this...clingy? Let alone when you're out on the town.

But you can't bring yourself to question it further, the sight of his eyes resting while still following you closely as if he was taking some sort of half-break to nestle against you as the two of you continue making your way to the cafe, it was too cute.

Though, it didn't stop your own eyes from becoming hyperactive in scanning every person that came into your peripheral, aiming to spot anyone that might be staring in your direction and catching on that Minami Natsume from ZOOL was hugging you from behind.

Fortunately, your fears are put away for now, stepping inside the cozy and warm atmosphere of the restaurant you and Minami frequent when you want to get away from everyone else. It smelled like freshly baked cookies, and you felt lighter already.

"I wonder what you'll do with me once we're home after i'm tired and satisfied~"

A jolt is sent up your spine as your lover's breath hit the back of your ear, and with such a...suggestive tone at that.

Before you could turn to question that, the lack of customers standing in front of you caught your attention, greeted with the barista behind the register staring.

Not wanting to stall any further, you and Minami were soon planted in front of the counter, about to place your usual order.

"Hello," You say, breaking the silence, "I'll have the--"

Feeling a loving hand grace your lower back, you stop talking, turning your head so quick it could've been humorous, and it certainly was to him, giving his typical soft chuckle.

"Go ahead, darling~" He says in a sweet tone. his eyes crinkle, signaling his smile even with the mask covering most of his features.

Your brain was going a mile a minute, jumping from 'why is he doing this all of a sudden' to 'why is he doing this in front of people??' to 'he's not even disguised that well, does he know how risky this could be!?'

Once you zone back in, you figure it must have been rude to stand in front of the barista this long without saying anything. They give an easygoing smile and laugh, while embarrassing, it did signal there was a chance the idol wasn't recognized.

"awww...so cute.." a girl in line behind you says, thinking she's not loud enough to be heard where you are. "I want a boyfriend like that..too bad people are so uptight about PDA these days.."

Her friend could be heard agreeing. You thanked whatever luck you had that they were behind you and not where they could see you or your boyfriend's face.

"I promise they usually aren't this aloof, but isn't their face the cutest sight when they are?" Another tease. You knew he wasn't trying to embarrass you, but that only makes your mind drift into wondering why he is doing it then.

"I'll take your word for it." The barista gives another light hearted chuckle.

From there, Minami handles the ordering while your brain is practically short circuiting. He had to be acting like this because he was exhausted..right? The only other people he'd been this open to holding and touching you around was...ZOOL, for the most part.

Before you know it, you're having a tasty lunch and coffee with him, no one noticing him like you had feared.

There was a feeling from the way he looked at you--both a flustered happiness from getting attention...and that he was taking joy in knowing that fact.

"You're far too easy you know, but I never get tired of it." Your chin was tilted upwards in his grasp.

The desire inside of you won over the anxiousness of getting caught, and you don't shy away from his touch, wanting to succumb to his affectionate gestures.

"Apologies for the 'touchiness', but it seems that today I can't help myself." Minami gives a wink that makes your heart flutter in a way you thought you would've moved past by now in the relationship.

[dragonjesterwrites]

Late af but have a Valentine's Day oneshot I whipped up in like an hour and some change

Please enjoy 2k words of Sun and Moon getting jealous of your new Roomba lmao

~~~~~

"Hey, loves, I'm back!"

You stooped to pick up the hefty box by your feet as the front door swung open, the keys still in the lock marking the movement with their jingling. The indoor air that rushed briefly over you smelled like freshly baked, warm cookies, and beneath that, tinges of lemon and pine.

Sun rounded the corner in a flash of yellow, skidding to a stop in front of you and bouncing up and down on his heels. "Welcome home, Sunshine! Whatcha got there? Do you want me to carry it in? And how was work?"

You let out a warm laugh and leaned up and over to kiss your hyperactive partner, enjoying the excited nuzzling he immediately reciprocated with. "I've got it, love, thank you. Work was great, and as for this-" You shifted the box in your arms as you carried it in, toward the living room. "-Well, you'll see in a minute."

"Ooh, a surprise~!" Sun exclaimed, hanging back for a moment to pull the keys out and close the front door before bounding over. "Can I guess what it is? Can I?"

"Yeah, you can guess. We have time until Moon gets here. Where is he, anyway?" You asked, setting the box down and looking over your shoulder from your crouched position.

"He's in the garage, organizing the bins- we spent the whole day cleaning and baking!" Sun told you, and you stood to survey the house. The pillow fort on the couch had been redone, neater and cozier, the gleaming floors swept and mopped, the bookcases and coffee table free of dust- even the walls and ceilings looked clean.

It looked amazing, and you turned and hugged him, standing on your tip-toes to pepper appreciative kisses all over his faceplate, smiling when he giggled and wrapped his arms around you tighter.

"Thank you, love, the place looks great." You finally said, pulling back and resting on your feet.

"Aw, you're welcome, Sunbeam!" He replied, dipping down to gently bop his static grin against your forehead. He let go of you fully then, and turned to consider the box, bringing a thumb and finger up to the bottom of his faceplate while his rays pulsed slowly in and out. "Now then… let's see…"

You watched in mild amusement as he knocked on the top of the box, then retracted his rays on one side so he could press his audio receptor to the top of it. "Hrmmm…"

He lifted his head back up and shook it, rays popping out with a ping, then placed one hand flat on the top and tipped it forward, lowering himself further to inspect the bottom. He didn't find anything, given that you'd put the original box into a plain white one so they wouldn't know what it is, and he let out an agitated whine that you had to stifle a laugh at.

"Oh, I simply don't know!" He cried, sprawling out onto the carpet, lanky limbs askew and one hand cast dramatically across his forehead. "Won't you tell me, Dewdrop? Else I fear I shall die of curiosity."

"You'll be fine." Moon called out, the garage door creaking distantly, and you grinned as Sun gasped in excitement, shooting up at the hips before scrambling to stand, apparently recovered from his syncope.

Moon arrived and paused to dip down and nuzzle against your neck, purring quietly, before reaching the box and peering down at it, faceplate tilting this way and that.

"Alright, I give up." He said after about five seconds, turning to you. "May we open it?"

"You barely even tried!" Sun scoffed playfully, then looked at you too. "Can we?"

"Go ahead." You said, a bit eager yourself, and Sun quickly knelt down and tore the lid off of the white box, the tape strips giving way with a series of split-second snaps!

Moon pulled the box out and set it down, and they both fell quiet and still as they examined it.

It was a robotic vacuum cleaner, not top of the line but very well reviewed all the same. You figured it would give you all some more free time, especially Sun and Moon, as they often cleaned while you were at work. You'd also gotten it because you'd seen others name theirs, give it 'treats' in the form of sprinkles or crumbs, and otherwise bond with it like a family pet, and thought it was adorable. 

You waited excitedly for their response, but the silence dragged on, and you felt yourself falter. "What do you think?" You asked after another few seconds, and they seemed to snap out of it then.

"Oh- yeah, I like it." Sun said, giving the box a single pat.

"Mmhmm. Definitely could be very helpful around the house." Moon added.

You wavered, hopeful but still unsure. "It's not, er- offensive, or anything-?"

"No, no, not in the slightest." Sun assured you with a shake of his head. "We like it, really."

You weren't entirely convinced, but you supposed you should just take them at their word and shrugged it off. "Alright, I'll get it set up then! It won't need to clean yet, since you two already have-" You paused to kiss them both briefly, making them both purr, a touch loudly, you noticed- "but just to help it map out the floors. You guys wanna watch a movie or something while it does?"

"Ooh, yeah, let's do that!" Sun said, springing to his feet as his excitable energy abruptly returned, relieving you of the last of the worry that had tensed you up.

"Awesome. You guys kick back and get settled in, I'll take care of the vacuum and the movie."

Well, not exactly the reaction you'd been hoping for, you thought as you finished setting up the movie before kneeling down to open the second box, but maybe they'd like it better after awhile. Maybe they'd even name it.

~~~~~

"Idiot." Sun muttered as the robot vacuum hit a wall for the nth time that morning, clattering loudly.

"Moron." Moon said, throwing a piece of popcorn at it.

It bounced harmlessly off of the vacuum's outer shell and came to rest in front of it. The vacuum paused in its crawl across the floor, as if to consider the offending debris, then maneuvered around it, prompting Moon to grumble and get out of his seat to pick it up himself.

"See? He can't even do his job right." Sun exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air before tightly crossing them. "Needs us to do it for him."

Moon merely grunted in agreement as he passed by, dropping the popcorn piece in the trash bin. The vacuum's whirring got louder as it rounded the corner, trundling in towards him, and Moon had to resist the urge to hiss at it.

"I don't know why our Sunshine got you when they have us." Sun continued sullenly, glaring at the table as the vacuum made a left to go under and began to clatter about below. "We're more sophisticated, more handsome, and we don't run into things constantly."

"...They were trying to do something nice." Moon reluctantly pointed out as he retook his seat. "Now we have more free time." 

"Yeah, I know." Sun sighed, sinking down until the bottom of his faceplate rested on the table. "I just- you saw how they were cooing over him- it- the other day."

"Mm. I remember." Moon replied, recalling perfectly the way you had spent a good half hour fussing over the vacuum after it had gotten clogged- one too many popcorn kernels, apparently. Once you'd cleared it out, you'd reassured it with petting and sprinkles, and even knelt down to give it a little kiss.

He shot the plastic beast a sour glare as it finally freed itself from the tangle of dining chair legs and skittered away.

"I don't know, Moony." Sun sighed, catching Moon's attention. "Maybe being jealous of it is- is silly. It's not sentient like us, after all. What if-"

Before he could finish his sentence, the vacuum bumped into the bookcase, and a framed picture of him and Moon fell, smashing upon contact with the ground. The vacuum crawled on top of the mess and then let out its stuck chirp before beginning to rotate idly on top of the shattered glass, crunching it and driving it into the carpet.

Sun let out a wordless shout of indignation and stomped over to the bookcase, Moon following quickly behind.

"Don't hurt it." He warned, even as murderous intent lit up his own circuits.

"I won't." Sun replied, grabbing the vacuum up off of the floor and carrying it away.

Moon bent down to pick up the picture and frame it was encased in, shaking off the glass before setting it on the bookcase and going to the kitchen for the better vacuum.

By the time he'd lugged it in, Sun had returned, notably without the vacuum, and Moon paused to cock his head at him. "What did you do with it?"

"Put it in the bathtub- no water. Best time out spot I could think of." Sun told him, inspecting the picture frame himself, and Moon nodded as he moved to plug the regular vacuum in.

But before the triple prongs reached the outlet, the sound of a key turning a lock made them both stop and whip their heads around.

"Hey guys, I'm back." You called out, sounding far more tired than you had the past few days. Sun immediately headed over, and Moon looked between the vacuum and the direction of the door only once before getting up and joining you both.

You were in the middle of a yawn as he turned the corner, and he had to resist the affectionate urge to pick you up and carry you to bed for cuddles and a nap. "Long day?" He asked instead, and you chuckled and nodded.

"Yeah. Looking forward to chilling out with you two and Jerry. Where is Jerry, anyway?"

Jerry was the name Sun had suggested for the vacuum. Fitting, if perhaps, Moon acknowledged, a bit cruel- Jerry had been a Parts and Services tech. His constant incompetence and tendency to break things had eventually gotten him fired, but not before he'd wooed half the human staff, something Moon hadn't been able to comprehend for the life of him. You were… admittedly not aware of who Jerry was, having been hired long after his departure, but what you didn't know wouldn't hurt you. 

Although… he did feel a pang of guilt, as you had taken his and Sun's suggestion as acceptance of the vacuum, and they hadn't corrected you in any way.

"Er- Jerry is in time-out." Sun said, beginning to fiddle with his wrist.

"Time-out?" You frowned. "Why?"

"He bumped into the bookcase and broke a picture." Moon explained, and your frown deepened.

"He didn't do it deliberately. He's not sentient- right?" Sun and Moon both vigorously shook their heads at your mildly hesitant question. "Okay, so I don't think he's gonna learn anything from time-out."

"No." Sun muttered. "Suppose not."

You were quiet for a minute, and Moon found himself unable to meet your gaze, shifting from leg to leg as you considered him.

"You're jealous of Jerry." You finally said, making them both wince. It wasn't an accusation, but it wasn't a question either.

"Yes." Moon admitted.

"...How'd you know?" Sun asked.

You chuckled quietly, and then Moon felt a warm hand take his, and he looked up as you led them both to the couch.

"Well, for starters, all you do is glare at it." You began after you were all settled in. "One time, Sunny, I heard you hiss at it. I know where the name Jerry came from- Abby told me. Then there was the time you tried to assassinate it with popcorn kernels, Moony-"

"I wasn't trying to kill it." Moon protested, faltering when you and Sun turned to look at him. "I was just… throwing them at it."

"You hate it." You concluded, and they both nodded.

"Yes, okay, we hate it. We got jealous, and it was stupid, but- it bumps into everything, including us, and it doesn't clean as well as we do, and we just- we just felt like we were being replaced." Sun finally admitted.

He'd started off loud and ended quietly, and the expression on your face was one Moon could only describe as heartbreak.

"I'm sorry. Come here." You said, tugging at them, and they followed your urging, laying down and wrapping themselves around you.

"Don't apologize. We're the ones that should be sorry." Moon mumbled, clutching at you as you petted the rim of his faceplate.

"Yeah. We'll leave Jerry alone. And… maybe rename him." Sun suggested sheepishly, but then he made a curious noise as your laughter gently shook them.

"I mean, it's kinda funny. He does miss a lot of stuff." You said, and Moon leaned into the kiss you pressed against his forehead. "But hey, listen. I'd never replace you two, never. You're my soulmates, and Jerry's a piece of plastic. Tell you what-"

You shifted, and Moon unwound his arm from around your back so you could pull out your phone, watching curiously as you opened it up and began to tap away at the screen with one hand. "I'll call Abby and see if she wants Jerry. Lord knows it could help her with Sweet Potato and Gingerbread."

"Starlight, are you sure?" Moon asked hesitantly. Abby's two cats were fluffy little things, both adorable and extraordinarily messy, and the vacuum certainly would take some stress off of her, but Moon knew the vacuum had eased your worries too, not to mention cost you a pretty penny.

"Yeah. I'll pick up the slack. I'm thinking we can have cleaning days, where we put on music and tidy up the house together." You said, smiling kindly down at Moon. Stars, you were lovely.

"That does sound like a lot of fun." Sun said with a content sigh, sitting up some where you lay on top of him and wrapping his arms around you tighter.

"Awesome." You angled your head back, and Sun extended his neck to meet you halfway, gently pressing into your kiss before you moved back and glanced back down at the phone. "Let me call Abby, and then we can maybe make some brownies? I grabbed a box from the store on my way home."

"I love you." Moon said, and you laughed- such a pretty sound, he thought.

"I love you, too."

[praeteritus-memories]

Satoru would have been invited over to her little apartment on the evening of his birthday. He probably had plans, she figured. Maybe some cute girl he met, or something with his students! But she had to ask, right?

So when he showed up, she was genuinely thrilled! The door was pulled open completely to give him entry, introducing him to a plethora of smells; both baked goods, and hearty meals all still in prep in hope he would actually have come.

"Close your eyes, okay?" She requested, gently reaching for his hands to pull them in front of him. "No peeking!" Carefully toes wiggled against the corner of the door to ease it shut behind him whilst using him as a bit of a balance point rather unintentionally. An awkward blush growing across her cheeks hoping he didn't mind the fact too much.

With it shut, she began to walk backwards to guide him towards the kitchen. Excitement spilling into her features eagerly. "Almost there!" Not that there was far to go. The apartment was small, but cozy. Just enough space for a single person to live in with all the amenities required for a home.

Entering the kitchen would blast both their senses with the aforementioned scents. Savory, and warm initially. A heavy stew, and freshly baked bread. And - something sweet still baking in the oven. Warm, and inviting like a sweet shop.

On the table, a napkin would cover over a plate of something. And that's exactly where she was leading him, "Okay stand here, and keep your eyes closed!" She circled around him and leaned in real close to make sure he was in fact, keeping his eyes shut. The kitchen towel slowly pulled off the edge of the plate, then completely once she was sure he wasn't sneaking a look.

"Okay open your eyes!" Before him, a plate of varying digimon characters would be presented, as cookies! All of them carefully frosted with icing in colors related to whichever they were. "Happy Birthday!"

Already coming to her home, he can smell something warm and wonderful from her home, before shutting his eyes like she asked before he could get a peak at just what she was cooking over in her kitchen.

Luckily it's easy to walk around without seeing anything, even though he wasn't super familiar with her home, it's just the perks of adapting easy to walking around with a blindfold when he's on sorcerer duty or walking around the Jujutsu High campus.

The smell though was wonderful, cozy even. He'd never felt this kind of atmosphere before, but it made his heart feel like it was made of fuzz. All his life, birthdays were just a day his parents threw toys at him and clearly seemed irritated to be obligated to spend time with their golden child instead of traveling around with their millions they made from giving birth to the fated honored one.

By the time he opens his eyes, he feels actually emotional to see not just his favorite Digimon in the shape of adorably decorated cookies, but a warm home cooked meal and actual excitement that he was born into this world as a person instead of a tool for others.

Hell, he breaks for a second and looks emotional to see someone care about him so much like this. Yet he knows he can't let her see this side of him, because he's the strongest and that means everyone has to see him as the strongest, but Satoru changes to that childlike excitement, before turning to hug Maeve tightly.

"I love it! How the hell did you make all this by yourself? Oh man, Maeve you're amazing for this!"

[gloomyglaxies]

The elderly man was tired. Each day, his bones seem to ache more than the day before. He turns off the TV and gets up his body, making odd creaks and pops. He slowly walked to his bedroom. The small house was lonely, but at least he could find peace most nights when he slept.

He climbed into the queen size bed and got comfortable. His eyes grew heavy, and his body relaxed. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Darkness, but it was different. It was cold or scary or even like the darkness that covered a room at night. The old man looked around curiously. He figured it was one of those dreams you are simply aware of. So he walked. He almost felt young again.

Not too long after he started, he saw a single dark red door. Just like the one in his family home. He cautiously opened the door and peeked in. He was greeted by warm air and the smell of freshly baked cookies. He stepped in through the door and looked around. It looked like Christmas when he was just a young boy.

He walked further in. Gingerly, he touched a framed photo of his parents. How he missed them greatly. He nearly dropped the picture upon hearing his parents' laughter. He turned and saw a young him tugging his parents to the living room. He smiled and watched as they gathered around the trees. He stood there a few moments, watching as his younger self happily tore through the wrapping paper.

He wished he could stay, but he felt like he had to move on. He quietly hugged his parents , grabbed a cookie, and continued out through the porch door. He was expecting snow. Instead, it was a path to another door around him were small memories of his childhood. Playing baseball with his dad. Helping his mom in the garden. Graduation from high school. He felt the powerful wave of nostalgia as he continued to the door.

He didn't recognize this one till he got closer. He could hear the music. College. He stepped through the door, letting the music wash over him.

He remembered this night. It was the night he met his beautiful wife, Lillian. He walked around for a while people phasing right through him…or would it be him.phasing through others? He pondered a moment, but then he saw her. He watched as his college self made a complete fool of himself to impress her. She wasn't impressed, but she found him funny. As he got closer, he still couldn't hear more than her laugh.

Then the scene changed, and it was them on their first date. He smiled. They had shared a shake. It was a mixture of their two favorite flavors. The old man laughed as he watched the looks of disgust as they took the first sip of the disastrous concoction. Banana and mint weren't meant to be, but they were. He watched a moment longer before moving out through the dinner doors.

There was yet another path. This one was filled with more memories. His and Lillian first kiss. Meeting her family. When he finally got his dream job, When he proposed and when she said yes,

He was so lost in these memories that he almost walked into the next door. It was a set of chapel doors. He knew this one before even going in. Eager, he pushed the doors open; he's at the altar. He hears the bridal chorus pouring from the piano. He watched as his wife came down the aisle. She was radiant. He wanted to cry those tears of joys but he held it in. Then, the vows were recited. He quietly recited it alongside his younger self. The moment they kissed, he made his way to the chapel fire exit.

He moved down the hall, watching memories of his wife during their honeymoon. When they bought their first house. When she showed him the positive pregnancy test. He chuckled at himself as he fainted upon seeing the ultrasound. Then, he was at the hospital door. He had a smile on his face as he pushed through the doors.

He couldn't help but be in awe as he watched his wife give birth to their twins. This time, he couldn't help the tears of joy as she brought their kids into the world. Sweet Annie and Benjamin. How he missed his kids but they are grown now with families of their own. He sighed a mixture of longing and happiness and left continuing forward.

Down the walkway there was the door to the little house him and his wife shared in their old age. He walked down the path and reminisced. The wall displayed memories from the kids growing up. Meeting his grand babies. He cherished these memories. He finally came through the next door.

His wife, now elderly was sitting as she knitted. He could smell soothing delicious food. An old recording was playing. It was peaceful. He wished he had treasured these moments more when they happen. He didn't realize how lucky he was until his wife passed away. Unable to resist the urge he sat down and hugged his elderly wife. He cried out the melancholy and regret.

It felt good. He felt lighter so with one last kiss he moved on. Once out the door, he didn't see any more, just people. He slowly walked closer. The walls lit up with more memories than he could ever imagine. He felt the joy and love of each one as he got closer. His face lit up. At the end of the path were his parents and his wife. He ran. He ran till he had his passed loved ones in his arms. He was happy. He knew what it meant for him as they led him through a large pearly gate.

[sunnydayjackass]

Okay headcanon- Jack’s outfit has a lot of gadgets he generally uses to cheer his s/o up when they’re upset- as it catches them so off guard they can’t help but laugh at the bizarreness of it. Like Jack offering a tissue from his pocket and it ends up being those endless flags. Or perhaps it malfunctions during impromptu moments where Jack rather wished it wouldn’t. Like your hand fiddling beneath his chest during a kissing session, clicking the nose on his belt that produces a honk.

I'm running on an obscene amount of caffeine and no sleep. I needed something cute and goofy like this-thank you

It had been an absolute dog shit day. You spilled your morning coffee/tea, the zipper on your favorite hoodie broke while in your haste to get to work, it rained (again) on the way to work, and work itself? Could Carol not do a single goddamn thing on her shift? Why does it always fall to you to keep this hellhole running? On top of that the amount of pissy moms and screaming kids seemed to be at an all time high that by the time you trudged home, all you wanted to do was curl up on the couch and nap.

RING....RING...RING...

You peel an eye open and fish your phone out of your pocket to see the screen, only to grimace seeing Ian's caller ID flash over the screen. And that? That was just the cherry on top of the shit sundae that was today. You toss your phone onto the ground with a dull thud and move to bury your head in a throw pillow and cry.

Loudly.

All the pent up frustration, anger, annoyance, sadness--why the ever loving fuck could you not have a goddamn moment of peace?! Sobs and cries pour from your lungs, muffled only barely by stuffing and cotton- Jack peeks from the kitchen, you hadn't even greeted him upon your return, hadn't even smelled the freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. Worry bubbled in Jack's stomach as he sat beside you on the couch.

"Sunshine...hey, what happened...?" Jack's tone is low, soothing as he reaches to stroke your back before you drag yourself upright, wiping at your eyes with your sleeves. It takes a moment for you to compose yourself as you regurgitate the stresses of your day, the overwhelming stress you feel on your shoulders and Jack patiently listens to it all- nodding and answering only when needed, he'd hate to interrupt you of course. When you finish, you frel a little lighter though still a little teary. "Here, let me help clean you up." Jack reaches into the interior of his vest to procure a bright red kerchief.

Tied to a yellow one.

Tied to a blue one.

Tied to another red one.

This continues on and on until the daisy chain of handkerchiefs lays in a heap between you on the couch until a white and red polka dotted one at the end emeges and Jack holds it up with a flourish. "There's that pesky thing, gosh--pesky little thing hiding on me." Jack reaches to wipe the tears from your face and you can't help but huff a laugh.

"...you're so ridiculous." Your chuckle is weak but it's a start. Jack gives you a soft grin before swooping to press a kiss to your cheek.

"Hmm maybe a little. But it works." He winks and you chuckle before pulling him into a hug he eagerly reciprocates until he feels your body sag against his, finally feeling more at peace now that you were home, you were with him. "Y'know what else helps a bad day?" You look up at him and arch a brow. "Fresh baked cookies." Your warm grin makes it all worth it as you walk to the kitchen, Jack lifting you to sit on the counter and hand you a cookie from the cooling tray.

--

The movie has since been forgotten in favor of pressing yourself closer to Jack. His lips move against yours feverishly as your fingers tangle into Jack's blue tresses under the dim light of the TV. With a soft mewl, you move to paw at Jack's vest and he easily rolls it off his broad shoulders before his hands secure themselves to your waist, skimming down to grip your hips.

Feeling the soft pull, you follow and slide yourself into Jack's lap with your legs on either side of him, allowing yourself to be closer. Your kisses become more desperate as you run your fingers along his muscles teasingly before pawing at Jack's shirt. Craning your neck to kiss along the marks on his cheek, down his sharp jawline, you anchor your hips against his to-

HONK!

You falter, caught entirely off guard by the campy bike horn sound. Your eyes shoot wide and you instinctively pull away though still in Jack's arms. He looks disheveled but also a little surprised though not as much as you. "Wh...what the hell was that?!" You ask breathlessly, still gripping Jack's shoulders as you look around for whatever may have made the sound.

Jack clears his throat awkwardly for a moment, flush still decorating his cheeks as he shifts under you before giving a roll of his hips that the sound happens again. You stare at him for a moment, wetting your lips ready to say a string of words you never thought you'd put together. "...please don't tell me that's your cock."

He splutters and shakes his head vigorously. "Nononono! Sunshine, gosh-- don't say it like that, it's uh...it's not that." Jack shifts you in his lap and directs your attention downwards. You still pause and purse your lips again.

"If your dick is out Jack, I swear-"

Jack gives something between a laugh and a groan lolling his head back before looking back to you with a smile and reaching between you. "No! It's just my belt! See?" He presses the red nose of the comical smiley belt and it honks at you again as you stare down at it. The silence settles over you again, sometimes you forget what Jack was, especially in moments such as the one that was now, well...lost. You give a little groan and drop your head onto his shoulder as Jack chuckles, tightening his hold on you. "You okay, Sunshine?" He nuzzles his head against you.

"...yeah just..." You're a little flustered now, under his gaze and straddling his lap. "...next time take that off first."

[justdaphne]

A Christmas in the mortal world

Jude and Cardan celebrate Christmas with the Duartes

As the hooves of the ragwort steeds touch the pillowing snow, the High King and Queen of Elfhame were welcomed to the mortal world with the sound of the frosty wind swooping past them as chill ran up their spine while taking in the Christmas atmosphere with vibrant lights before them. Little children were busy playing in the snow at hours late like this, seeming to make a friend out of it, with rocks, sticks and carrots. Peculiar, thought Cardan, but he was rather intrigued. Everything was covered in snow as if it was a blanket, shielding it from the chilly weather.

Jude took Cardan’s hand and led him into Vivi’s house before he could get anymore distracted. Inside was warm, contrary to the cold outside, due to the nice, big fireplace Heather had installed.

“My, my. The King and Queen of Elfhame making a guest appearance, I see.” teased Vivi as she greeted them with a tray of freshly baked cookies with Heather beside her. The smell itself was so sweet anybody could be easily baited by it.

“I’ll be home for Christmas.” replied Jude, singsongly, which made Heather giggle.

“Don’t mind if I do.” said Cardan as he took a cookie from the tray. He seemed to have melted from the inside as he took his first bite due to its scrumptiousness, thus grabbing more greedily. Typical of him really.

“There are more batches of these cookies we’re making so don’t worry.”

“JUDE! CARDAN!” Oak yelled in his Christmas sweater, running to hug them as tight as his little arms could. Taryn and her young child followed shortly, both in matching Christmas pajamas.

“Let me show you guys the tree we built!” said Oak as he grabbed the couple’s hand, leading them to the living room.

Tree? Built?

There was a massive christmas tree in the corner of the living room as Oak had said. It was decorated with bright, colourful lights that were pleasing to the eye, giving a warm, comforting touch to this seasonal holiday. Beside the tree was the vibrantly large fireplace that kept the house from freezing to death. There were seven large red socks hanging above the fireplace, each with each person’s name written on it.

“Those are Christmas stockings which have little presents inside aside from the main presents,” explained Jude, when she saw her husband’s bemused expression.

“Can you guys help out here?” Taryn asked, shouting from across the house from the kitchen. “There seems to be a commotion..”

***

On their way to the kitchen, Jude stopped Cardan from walking any further. They were standing in a doorway and above them, a mistletoe was hung.

She tiptoed to kiss him softly on the lips. “You’re supposed to kiss someone who’s next to you if you’re under a mistletoe.” she explained, pointing to the mistletoe above them. A sly grin crept up his face.

“Well then, as High King, I will make sure to hang mistletoes everywhere in our palace back home then,” he replied, brushing her hair aside and placing it behind her ear.

“What if I’m not next to you but say, one of the advisors were?”

“Then I’ll make sure you’re tied next to me until there is no space between us.” he replied, stealing another kiss which made Jude giggle.

“Unbelievable, you are.”

***

The kitchen was a mess. Cookie dough was literally everywhere.

“What happened here?” Jude laughed.

“This is exactly why we need your help. The mixer exploded!” said Vivi with batter all over her hair. The sight caused a roar of laughter from Cardan to which Vivi replied with an eyeroll.

“Yeah whatever. Just help out.” Vivi said and tossed a mixing spoon.

The baking was quite intense since no one was speaking but only baking. Cardan would admit that he had absolutely no idea what he was doing since he grew up with servants to do everything for him and never learned how to bake. He was just mixing the dough mindlessly until Jude took over. To loosen up the intensity, Taryn got a hold on one of Heather’s speakers and a song began to play. An all too familiar bell sound started to ring and before you know it, Vivi and Heather were dramatically singing the intro for All I want for Christmas is You. Then everyone started to dance or clap along to the beat. Genuine smiles plastered on their faces and laughter filled the air, contributing to this joyous holiday.

***

They fell back against the coach, all exhausted from the baking except Oak and Taryn’s son who were watching on a tablet. The cookies were to be baked for quite a while. When it all seemed like they were finally going to get rest, the doorbell rang. A grumble came from Vivi as she begrudgingly stood up and made her way to the door to answer it. A choir of children dressed in white began to sing Silent Night - singing harmoniously and beautifully. It was like ascending to the heavens. The rest came to see the carolers too and they were all moved to tears with their wondrous performance. It amazed Cardan to witness what these children could do.

The oven rang - the cookies were finally done. They all rushed into the kitchen to smell the aroma of the baked cookies. Without much surprise, it smelled mouth-watering.

“Oak, can you bring a cookie and some carrots and place them below the fireplace?” asked Taryn as she picked up her sleepy son.

“Alright.”

“Make sure you don’t eat it!”

“Of course not! I want presents and not rocks.”

“Why would you need to put cookies and carrots below the fireplace and why would you get rocks instead of presents?” asked Cardan.

Oak laughed at his confusion. “Don’t you know about Santa?”

“Who?”

“He’s this old man who lives in the North Pole and delivers presents to kids if they’re nice and rocks to bad kids. He comes through the fireplace so the cookies are for him and the carrots for his flying reindeers!”

“But how could he know if you’ve been bad or good? They’re agazillion children in this world!”

“He just knows..duh!”

“..weird”

“You should go to bed now, Oak. If you want Santa to come.” said Vivi

“OH YEA!” He replied as he rushed up the stairs. “GOODNIGHT EVERYBODY”

“But how does -”

“He’s just a myth, Cardan. Come on, we should get some rest too.” said Jude, walking towards the stairs.

***

As usual when they visit the mortal world, Oak gives up his room so that Jude and Cardan can stay there. Before going to bed, Jude gave Cardan an early present to open up.

“Pajamas?”

“Christmas pajamas, love. I have a matching one.” Jude smiled.

“It’s lovely. Thank you.” Cardan replied.

When they both had their pajamas on, Cardan scooped Jude up in his arms before collapsing on a bed far too small for the both of them.

“So, what do you think of this holiday so far?” Jude asked with Cardan in her arms.

“Peculiar but .. I like it. I like seeing you this happy.”

She smiled “It reminds me of my childhood here before..” she sighed, “It’s a very special one and I wanna make sure I share this with you.”

She brought her mouth to his, kissing him sweetly and softly, not the intense, hungry ones they usually share, but the ones that say I love you and I’m glad you’re here with me. A kiss can say things words can’t.

“You’ve made it special for me, Jude.”

***

“ITS CHRISTMAS ITS CHRISTMAS!!”

Everyone in the house was all awakened with Oak’s excitement and wanting to open the presents he was expecting to receive. They gathered around the tree suddenly surrounded with piles of wrapped presents, all dressed in their Christmas pajamas. It must’ve snowed at night since the snow outside was nice and smooth with no footprints marking into the snow.

“Santa came!” Oak exclaimed.

“He sure did.” said Heather, to which Vivi laughed in response.

And then, the opening of presents began. It was filled with cheers and thank yous, laughter and excitement.

“So before we came here, I had this made for you.” said Cardan, somewhat nervously when he gave Jude a box nicely wrapped.

“You knew about this gift-giving part?”

“Let’s just say I wanted to be prepared.” Cardan explained while nodding to Vivi.

When Jude opened the present, she seemed to have melted, a soft smile teasing her lips. “It’s so beautiful.” She said in awe as she picked up her new dagger, made of gold and emerald crusts. A brand new one to her collection.

“This is for you.”

“Oh Jude, you shouldn’t have! But if you insist..” Jude rolled her eyes.

It was one of those mortal books. She knew they intrigued him since she caught him rereading Alice in Wonderland about a million times before so she figured to get him a new one.

“I also got you a library card so we can borrow more if you ever get bored.”

“Jude, don’t you know you’re the best wife anyone could ever ask for?” Cardan said dramatically and hugged her tightly.

“I know,” she laughed.

The Duarte household was filled with laughter and showered with love. One would be brought to tears. It was warm and cozy inside although it was snowing outside, like angels descending from the heavens to wish everyone a merry Christmas.

“Merry Christmas, Jude.”

“Merry Christmas, Cardan.”

[markleesthighs]

[10:23 AM] “Daddy! I wanna go see y/n! She always smells like freshly baked cookies!” Single dad!Mark’s 5 year old daughter yelling and dragging him to your bakery across the street from her elementary school. Mark’s daughter loved visiting you (for the free cookies and because you were nice), which only made Mark flustered, because he also wanted to see you (but wouldn’t admit it to his daughter). Mark’s daughter eventually dragged Mark to the door, opening it to smell and see your warm, comforting presence. You looked adorable in your apron, flour covered behind the counter, smiling at Mark’s daughter.

“y/n! y/n!” Mark’s daughter ran under the counter flap to go hug your legs. Mark awkwardly followed greeting you. Your sweet smile and giggle only made Mark more shy. “Hi sweetie, I baked this one fresh just for you!” You handed Mark’s daughter a cookie and her eyes lit up in excitement giggling as you lifted her and put her onto the kitchen table to eat. You looked back at Mark who was shyly avoiding your eye contact. “S-so how’s the bakery doing?” Mark asked. “It’s going great, I hope one day to open up my own bakery when I have enough money.” You responded. You noticed Mark’s daughter got some chocolate all over her face so you immediately got a wet towel to wipe it off of her. Mark’s daughter was giggling and swinging her feet as you were cleaning her face and hands. Mark wanted that moment to last forever, your warm smile and his daughters soft giggles was all he could ask for.

“Daddy, you’ve been staring at y/n for a long time! Do you think she’s pretty?” Mark’s face immediately flushed as he was muttering a no. “So you don’t think y/n is pretty? I think she’s pretty!” Mark eventually uttered “S-she’s very pretty cupcake, ok?” You smiled at Mark thanking him for the complement. “Sweetie, I’m going to go wait outside, ok?” Mark quickly spoke before speed walking to the door. “I think you and daddy should go on a date!” Mark’s daughter eventually bursted out. “Aww honey, I’d love to but I have to ask for your daddy’s permission ok?” You lifted his daughter off the table and walked her outside to Mark holding her hand. You turned to Mark who still had a little blush on his cheeks, cute. “Hey, Mark, when you’re free do you wanna grab a coffee?” You asked. “Wh- um- I-I’d actually really like that yeah.” Mark responded. You exchanged numbers with Mark and waved goodbye to him and his daughter, maybe those free cookies were worth giving away after all.

[jin0]

JIN CONNECTING THIS BACK TO HUBBY COMING BACK FROM WORK ALL TIRED AND NEEDY FOR HIS WIFE <333

https://twitter.com/updatesgarfield/status/1511015374069805058?s=21&t=it5iOR73wZ1QfUk_l7w76Q

Forever my fav trope me thinks ❤️❤️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️👰👰👰

P.S. love u

-STN ❤️

the way he drops to his knees in front of the door to your house because he can already smell your sweet scent and hear the giggles of your child. he's been fighting to come home to you and just be there because you're pregnant again and probably so big already and he wasn't able to truly see you for this pregnancy. he's been counting down the minutes and the moment a little bit of you came in contact, he lost it.

you see him so you run out and hug him. you know him and his rituals. you get close a'd he hugs your belly, looking up to you as if you were a deity he was meant to worship.

"hi petal..."

"awww... my poor husband... the world isn't being nice to you huh ?"

"i hate leaving you and our little ones... how can I fucking leave when you're right there ? the universe is testing my will and will be disappointed by the outcome."

you laugh while helping him up and as soon as he's up, he leans down to kiss you. he's desperate and you both quickly lose air but you're not focusing on that, not when he's finally able to taste your sweet lips. you taste like heaven and warm, freshly baked cookies and he can't help but want more.

"baby... andrew, andrew, you- andrew ! focus !"

"can't... not when you taste so good. lemme get what i need and then we'll see about discussions."

you best believe he carried you upstairs to truly get a taste of all you had to give. and then he went back down to play with his child who'd been waiting patiently for their daddy. what i great husband and father he was.

[baroquebucky]

embrace

soulmate au where when you touch your soulmate you see glimpses of your future with them; the winter soldier touches you and realizes there’s so much more out there

series masterlist // previous // next

part three

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masterlist

a/n: hi bffs !!! here is the third installment for my soulmate au !! i think I’ll make one or two more parts and then end it ! let me know what you guys think i love reading your thoughts !! <3 (bonus points if u find all the parallels heh)

You didn’t hesitate throwing your arms around him, tears flowing down your cheeks as you held onto him tightly. Bucky held you just as tight, burrowing his face in your shoulder and a smile on his face.

Bucky felt home. He felt the way he imagined the smell of freshly baked cookies would feel, he felt warm and fuzzy. Bucky felt happy.

“i- where have you been what happened i thought- we all- oh my god steve he’s been going crazy and-” you rambled, a smile on your face. You looked at bucky, he was just as tall as your remembered, his eyes a bit brighter and you felt your heart flutter.

“oh come in!” You chuckled, pulling him by his metal arm into your home, a smile on your face as you led him to your living room.

“i never introduced myself” he spoke, eyes on the ground as you prepared two cups of hot chocolate. You looked at him, laughing lightly.

“guess you didn’t huh” you replied, taking out the cups and putting in some marshmallows before walking back over to the couch, setting the two cups on the table and turning to face him.

“I’m y/n” you smiled brightly, extending your hand out. Bucky grinned, shaking your hand and introducing himself.

“I’m bucky” you felt your face heat up as he smiled at you, much different from the last time when you looked at each other.

“does Steve know you’re here? that you’re you?” you questioned, eyeing him to try and get read on his body language. He shifted slightly, taking a sip of his hot chocolate.

“not really no, i-” he hesitated before fiddling with his hands and speaking up again, “ive been laying low, i just couldn’t stop thinking about you and the visions i saw” he spoke, blushing and you couldn’t stop the smile on your face.

“i couldn’t either” you replied, looking at him before looking at the way the marshmallows melted into the hot chocolate. “I was so worried these past couple of months, i tried helping steve and Sam but it was so much and we were getting no where” you mumbled, heart falling as you thought of all your fruitless efforts.

Bucky noticed the way your voice trembled as you spoke and how you grilled the mug a little tighter. He felt his chest tighten.

“I’m here now doll” he spoke softly, moving to put your mug down and pulling you to his chest, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

You relaxed into his touch, tears welling in your eyes once more, you let yourself lean into him, closing your eyes for a second and enjoying his embrace.

“i missed you so much, can’t believe i could miss someone i didn’t even know that much” you laughed, sniffling lightly as you pulled away

“we’re soulmates dollface, we’re meant to be” he smiled softly at you and you nodded, a small smile as you wiped away a couple stray tears.

It was easy to fall into comfortable conversation with each other. All laughs and giggles as you spoke, the sun high in the sky already and the city wide awake despite it being early in the morning.

You so happy to have bucky with you, a smile on your face as you started to think of all you had to show him, thoughts of the future you had seen made you giddy with excitement.

“oh you have to meet Sam! The two of you would be so funny together bickering all the time- oh also there’s this coffee shop i really like, very quaint but-” you rambled, trying to fit in everything you wanted to tell bucky.

“I’m moving” bucky cut you off, a frown on his face as he glanced over at you. He focused his gaze on you, stomach dropping when you stared at him with a confused expression.

“like here? to New York?” You were quiet, knowing that’s not what he meant. Bucky but his bottom lip in frustration before turning to you with sad eyes.

“romania, i cant be here- not while HYDRA is still out there and I’m wanted for everything I’ve done” bucky frowned. Your heart broke in your chest, you wanted to curl up and cry.

You just got him back. You had lost him twice already, you weren’t sure if you could handle a third.

“you can’t- i just got you back you can’t go” you shook your head, eyes watery already. You held his hand tightly and bucky wanted to badly to stay.

“i have to” he whispered, “you know i do.”

And you did, you knew this was his best chance and you had to let him go. You knew how painful it would be and how much you would miss him. You thought about the amount of time you had cried at night, wishing you could get to the future already.

But you also knew you would get your happy ending, you knew at some point in your life you would be happily in love and laughing in a meadow of flowers watching a sunset with him. And that’s what you held onto.

“promise me you’ll come back to me” you whispered, scooting closer to him, his hands still in yours.

“I always will doll” he smiled, slipping his hand out of yours and placing it softly under your chin, tilting your head so you could look at him. Your watery eyes met his baby blue ones, you swore they sparkled slightly.

“don’t worry your pretty head doll, we still have forever to be happy” he smiled, leaning in slightly. Bucky stopped centimeters away from your lips, your heart racing at his actions, you wanted nothing more than to kiss him.

“may i?” He whispered. You didn’t reply, instead you crashed your lips onto him. It was needy and rough, your teeth hitting each other at one point but you didn’t care. It felt like your heart were beating in sync, you felt whole.

You both pulled away, breathless before laughing lightly, your hair messy from his hands tugging at it. Bucky ran his hand through his hair, a charming smile on his face as you two regained your composure.

“if you kiss me like that again i don’t think I’ll let you go” you teased, heart heavy as he frowned slightly.

“what if i kiss you like this” he mumbled, softly placing his lips back onto yours. It was much gentler, softer and sweet. Your hand easily finding its way to his hair, fingers cascading through his soft hair. Bucky smiled into the kiss, giving you a soft peck before pulling away.

“you’re gonna be the death of me” you whispered, heart thumping in your ears. Bucky smiled at you sweetly, pulling you into his arms and holding you.

You wiggled a bit, laying your head on his chest and listening to his heartbeat, your eyes closing and falling asleep before you could even fight to stay awake.

Bucky woke you up at around 1 pm, shaking you gently. Your eyes opened slowly and you realized you were back in your bed, tucked in under your blanket.

“i waited a bit before bringing you back to bed, didn’t wanna wake you again” bucky smiled and you laughed, sitting up and yawning, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

“i got some food for us, figured you’d be hungry” bucky spoke, rubbing the back of his neck nervously as you walked out of your room when you finished brushing your teeth and changing out of your pajamas.

You looked at bucky with a smile on your face, bounding over to him and tackling him with a hug, kissing his cheek. You silently thanked the universe for giving you bucky as your soulmate as the two of you talked while you ate.

Bucky had never felt so at ease, he wasn’t worried about someone kicking his door down or having to keep running. All he could focus on was the way you would smile anytime he laughed and the way you blushed when your eyes would meet.

The two of you spent the day together, cuddled up on the couch and watching a movie, just like you had seen the first time the two of you ever touched. You smiled to yourself while bucky focused on the movie, his hand mindlessly drawing circles on your arm as he held you. This was how it was meant to be, your soulmate by your side and the feeling of home.

But nothing ever seems to go as it should. By the time night came you were saying goodbye, both of you teary eyed as he held you tightly, not wanting to go but know he had to.

It had taken an hour to move from the couch to halfway to the door, both of you crying messes with soft giggles trying to cheer each other up.

Finally you had reached the door, both of you going through too many tissues and looking at each other with teary eyes and matching pink noses.

“before i go” bucky turned, pulling away from the handle and into his jacket pocket, you could hear the jingling of metal. “I want you to have these, until we can be together again” he smiled, holding out his dog tags.

You didn’t know what to say, tears flowing down your cheeks again as you looked at him. Bucky hugged you, letting you cry into his chest for a moment before you calmed down.

“are you sure buck? I mean they must mean so much to you” you looked at him and he smiled, nodding before easily putting them on you, his heart fluttering as he took in the sight of them on you.

“I’ll see you soon dollface” Bucky smiled, kissing your temple and you nodded, hands clutching his dog tags.

“see you soon lovebug, I’ll be waiting here for you” you smiled, loving the way he blushed at the new nickname.

When you found out about steve finding him in Romania you acted surprised, guilt washing over you for hiding the information from your friend but you knew it’s what bucky wanted.

You offered to go help him and Sam on the rescue mission but they stopped you, telling you it was best for you to stay out of this one. You wanted to argue but you couldn’t blame them, you had been a wreck after bucky left, barely sleeping and crying over your soulmate.

You didn’t expect the bombing at the UN, bucky being framed and the whole team falling out. You had been in New York the whole time, skipping out on the meeting with the accords because you just so happened to have the flu that week.

“oh yeah stay home i can’t afford you getting everyone sick” tony has spoken over the phone, hanging up on you, a frown on your face. Not ten minutes later did you get a notification saying food was being delivered to your house, nice warm soup along with some medicine to help you feel better.

You least expected steve flying you out to wakanda, eyes wide as you took in all the technology, heart thumping in your chest knowing bucky would be right around the corner.

You felt your heart stop as you saw him in a white tank top, running up to him and wrapping your arms around him. Your cheeks hurt from how much you were smiling and bucky held you tightly with his right arm, leaning into your touch.

“oh doll I’ve missed you so damn much” he mumbled, a smile on his face as the two of you held each other for the first time in months.

“missed you so much more james” you spoke breathless, pulling away before placing a gentle kiss on his lips, the two of you smiling and resting your foreheads against each other.

“y/n-” you pressed your lips to his, quieting him. Pulling away you looked at him with love in your eyes, heart racing as he smiled at you softly.

“Steve already told me” you explained, knowing how much it would pain him to tell you. Bucky nodded, his lips curling into a gentle smile as he looked at you. His eyes landed on the outline of his dog tags under your shirt.

“you still have ‘em on” he whispered his eyes soft and his heart melting as you nodded.

“I never take them off lovebug” you replied, holding his hand in your as he smiled up at you. Steve placed a hand on your shoulder signaling it was time.

You stepped away from bucky, his hand holding onto yours tighter, not wanting to let go. You made sure you kept his hand in yours, interlacing your fingers.

“You sure about this?” Steve spoke up and bucky nodded, a tight smile on his face as his eyes flickered between the two of you.

“i cant trust my own mind,” he chuckled dryly, “until they figure out how to get this stuff out of my head i think going back under is the best thing” he looked at you with a soft smile, “for everybody.”

You squeezed his hand, nodding your head softly. “don’t worry lovebug, I’m yours forever” you whispered, a smile on your face as he recognized the phrase as the same on you had spoke to him in the flashes when you first touched.

“I’m yours forever, doll” Bucky spoke, kissing your temple before slipping his hand out of yours, and stepping into the machine.

You stood next to Steve as the machine whirred, looking away as it froze over. Steve put his arm around you, leading you away.

You held onto the memories you had made months ago in your apartment. You held onto the flashes you had gotten of the two of you having a picnic in the meadow, giggling with the sunset in the background.

You held onto bucky, your hope.

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