#trying to catch up with all the holidays fics while we're still at it is hard but I'm trying haha

[lonestardust]

Sweeter Than Honey Cake by @goodways

"Carlos is injured and spends December 25th at the firehouse."

[woso-dreamzzz]

Bear's Halloween

Wonze x Child!Reader

Summary: The third of my Halloween-centric fics

"I don't know," Lucy says as she adjusts the collar of her shirt," It's kind of itchy."

Keira rolls her eyes. "You chose it," She says," It's too late now."

"I can go up and change."

"And ruin this for Bear?"

In sync, they both turn to look at you.

You're sitting on the sofa, helping Narla wear the blonde wig Lucy had bought a few years ago for a laugh. It's that stupid wig that had sparked this whole mess.

Halloween was coming up and, while you didn't like it in action, you liked the holiday in theory.

You liked the idea of dressing up and getting sweeties but you didn't like having to go out in the dark with all the scary people trying to scare you.

So, this was the compromise.

You refused to go out trick or treating with Bebita so you'd do some trick or treating by yourself at training.

Hence the costume.

Narla was Goldilocks which made you, Mummy and Mum the three bears.

Mum was Daddy bear. Mummy was Mummy bear and you got to be Baby bear.

Lucy sighs, pulling on the collar of her bear onesie. She swore it didn't feel this itchy when she first bought it.

"Come on, bear!" She hollers," Let's get into the car!"

You shuffle forward, Koda bear in your hand and Narla padding after you. You let Lucy lift you easily and put on your seatbelt, kicking your little legs absentmindedly.

"Are you excited, bear?" She asks and you nod.

"We're getting sweeties!"

You don't get sweeties a lot because Keira says they'll rot your teeth and no one wants that.

But this is Halloween and you're allowed to have sweeties if you dress up so that's what you're doing.

Lucy flips up the hood of your bear onesie up so everyone can see the bear face on it before she lets you and Narla out of the car.

Your pumpkin Halloween bucket hangs in your hand as Keira takes the other, leading you inside.

You can spot a group of the girls hanging around just inside the doors and you shuffle your feet, nibbling at your cheek nervously.

"Do you remember what to say?" Keira prompts and you nod, still shuffling anxiously.

You catch her sleeve. "You stay with me?"

"Okay, bear, I'll stay."

Keira's hand gently rests on your back, spurring you forward as you come to a stop in front of Irene, Marta and Caro.

"Go on, bear," Keira whispers," You've got this."

You clear your throat and lift up your bucket up for them all to see.

"Trick-treat...Please!"

A little huff of laughter ripples around the group as they drop a few pieces of candy into your bucket.

"Thank you!" You say, bobbing your head a bit too much because the bear face completely covers your eyes and Lucy has to tug it back so you can see again.

The girls smile down at you and you suddenly go shy, shuffling back into the safety of Keira.

"She's adorable," Irene says," I like your costume, bear."

"'m Baby Bear," You mumble from where you've pressed your face against Keira's legs.

"Well, you're a very good Baby Bear."

"Thank you," You reply, shuffling all the way back to Lucy, who was waiting to take you into the locker room.

She pushes you in first and you suck in a very big, deep breath for a moment before you open your mouth.

"Trick-treat!"

You hold up your bucket and the girls come forward one by one to drop some sweets into it.

Mapi and Ingrid send Bebita along to give you their portion and she compliments your costume before running back to Ingrid to finish whatever breakfast has been packed for her.

Barcelona Halloween is fun, you decide.

The team fill up your bucket, your onesie is nice and warm and comfortable enough to nap in without having to get one of your special blankets and Narla seems to really like her Goldilocks wig.

You sit on the picnic blanket as the others train and Bebita goes around with her snapping jaws trying to bite people.

You stay with your bucket and your Koda bear though, pouring out your sweets and sorting them into little piles.

A shadow falls over you and you look up.

"What are you doing, huh? You know you're not meant to be having sweeties yet. They're for after dinner," Lucy says, hand lightly pushing back the hair that's fallen over your eyes.

"Not for me," You say, sticking your tongue out in concentration," For the team!"

"The team?"

You nod. "Because they did a nice thing for me for Halloween. Now I do a nice thing for them."

Lucy smiles. "That's nice. You're sweet, bear."

"You'll help hand them out?"

"If you want."

"I do." You stand up, reaching for Lucy's hand. "We're going to do a nice thing for everyone."

[devirnis]

Writing Patterns

tagged by @exhuastedpigeon @jeeyuns <3

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

quiet my fears with the touch of your hand (G, 1.2k, "feeling each other's pulse")

Eddie comes to with a burning in his chest and Buck’s name on his lips.

let you set the pace (E, 24k, kinktober)

Buck wakes up feeling like a kid on Christmas morning.

a little of that human touch (G, 1.5k, "acting like they’re cold to have an excuse to cuddle or share clothes or blankets")

After checking the time on his phone again and seeing that he’s been staring at the dark ceiling of the bunk room for almost an hour and doesn’t feel any closer to falling asleep, Buck admits defeat. As quietly as he can, Buck slips out from underneath the covers on his bed and tiptoes to the door, lighting the way with his hand cupped carefully around his phone’s flashlight. Once the door to the bunks closes behind him, Buck heads for the lockers. He digs his latest read – a book on the social history of the internet – out of his work bag and then jogs up the stairs to the firehouse loft.

we could be corny (G, 1.6k, "brushing a strand of hair away")

Chimney has just finished clearing off the dining table when the doorbell rings. He spares a moment to be charmed that Buck and Eddie haven’t just let themselves in like they normally do when they come over for game night – but then again, this is something of a special occasion.

pink and black and blue (T, 1.6k, BTHB: black eye)

Eddie opens his freezer and grins in relief when he sees the bag of frozen peas sitting there. Unfortunately, the grin moves the muscles in his face and Eddie sucks in a sharp, pained breath as he’s reminded why he needs the peas in the first place.

Packing Light (T, 32k, Last Holiday AU)

Mornings are Buck’s favourite time of day at Kelly’s Department Store.

underneath the tree (E, 2.6k, Christmas smut)

Eddie had meant to get the presents wrapped before Christmas Eve, he really had, but in his defence, his schedule leading up to Christmas has been hellish. Between a nasty cold going around the firehouse resulting in both him and Buck pulling more overtime than they would have liked, and all the holiday festivities at Chris’s school that Eddie had to help with, Eddie has barely had a moment to catch his breath over the last two weeks. So here he is on Christmas Eve, wrapping presents by himself in Buck’s loft as Buck is currently indisposed, while Chris spends the night at a cousins' sleepover at Pepa’s since this year everyone had decided to come to L.A. to celebrate.

Don't Listen When I Scream (M, 10.9k, BTHB: forced to watch)

Eddie can’t stop staring.

can we just say the rest with no sound (G, 1.4k, "Can I join you? I just… I just don't want to be alone tonight." & "It's late and we're tired.")

It’s late by the time Eddie finally pulls up in front of his house. In the passenger seat beside him, Buck is still staring blankly out the window, showing no indication that he’s aware they’ve arrived at their destination.

take me to the stars (E, 5.6k, kinktober)

The first time Eddie comes untouched with Buck, his partner doesn’t react the way Eddie expects. Sure, Buck lets out a hungry groan and starts thrusting faster so he can finish inside Eddie seconds later, but Eddie swears that he catches the hint of envy on Buck’s face.

if you wanna @daffi-990 @princessfbi @homerforsure @bigfootsmom @giddyupbuck @eddiebabygirldiaz @honestlydarkprincess @shitouttabuck @colonoscopys @spaceprincessem @disasterbuckdiaz @try-set-me-on-fire @malewifediaz @lemonzestywrites @sibylsleaves @wildlife4life <3

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Top!Dan / Dom!Dan (5) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three, part four

100% northern meat (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: dan really likes talking about phil’s ass and phil decides to test that theory.

After the birthday stream (ao3) - trashcanfromgallifrey

Summary: The events that may have occured after Dan's birthday charity stream;) Starts of with fluff but ends up in a steamy hot shower

Buffy Movie Nights are Life Changing (ao3) - angelbats

Summary: Things get steamy between Dan and Phil during their nighttime Buffy streaming session in 2010; featuring a confident yet bashful Phil and a shy Dan who learns how to drive Phil crazy.

disco stick (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: “Let’s have some fun, this beat is sick,” Phil sings into the microphone connected to the Xbox. It’s slightly off-rhythm, and he grins and stares right at Dan as he continues onto the next lyric. “I want to take a ride on your disco stick.”

(A fic based on the moment from “What Dan and Phil Text Each Other 4” where DnP mention they’ve sung LoveGame countless times on an old karaoke video game.)

Help Taking it Off (ao3) - cats_with_no_tails

Summary: I don’t know if Dan helped Phil pick out the phlonde-launch outfit, but I certainly imagine he helped take it off.

—

Set the day of Phil’s blonde hair announcement - Dan comes home to him in that cunty little midriff and wants to devour him.

"I'm a big fan of tops" (ao3) - Scuddleduck

Summary: Set immediately after filming the keep or yeet Phil's closet video.

Dan gets hot and bothered after watching Phil take his clothes off over and over again.

just a little bit closer (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: Dan and Phil have a deep conversation, leading to them trying something new together.

(Set during the week Dan spent up north at Phil's house in December 2009.)

Let Me Show You Everything I Know (Lapdance 101) (ao3) - Emejig16

Summary: Dan challenges Phil to a lapdance and things get a little bit more heated than anticipated.

Nights Like These (ao3) - Spring_Haze

Summary: Snuggling becomes sexual between two long-time lovers at bedtime.

one night stand (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: Dan meets a stranger in a bar during after one of his shows on the We're All Doomed tour.

Perfection (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: "I don't think you're ugly, Phil, not at all. Please... just let me show you how perfect you are." When Phil reveals to Dan his insecurities about his body during their first time together, Dan makes it his goal to prove to his boyfriend just how beautiful he really is.

Phil's ASs (ao3) - transdimensional_void

Summary: Dan can’t help but worship Phil’s perfect posterior

Precious Baby Angel (ao3) - toadsappho

Summary: Phil shows Dan his new t-shirt, but that's not the only surprise he has for him.

Sexual Fantasies (ao3) - CheekyLittleShipper_14

Summary: Hey was wondering if you are still taking prompts? And if you are I would love to see like maybe Dan left his sexual fantasies sweater laying around and Phil put it on for the funnsies and Dan catches him in the act and he thinks it's so cute/hot and they fuck while Phil's still wearing it?

true rat and relaxation time (ao3) - trashcanfromgallifrey

Summary: Two gays on holiday, inspired by their recent video.

Title based on a tweet from Dannyboi himself<3

Try New Things! (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Phil really wants to try bottoming for the first time, and Dan is fine with that.

you will be (the death of me) (ao3) - blossomsphan

Summary: “I wanna play the game, I want the friction

You will be the death of me”

- Muse (Time is Running Out)

[sterekweek-2024]

x Bonus: Word Prompts & Color Palettes

We're just about a month away from the start of Sterek Week '23 on the 25th of October! We've previously posted some of the bonus content that we're planning for this year's Sterek Week, and now we bring you some more: word prompts and color palettes!

Participating in Sterek Week can sometimes be a daunting task, especially for those who are new to the event or who don't have much time to invest in it but still want to join in the fun. Part of the problem can sometimes be coming up with inspiration for something, so we've added word prompts and color palettes on the bonus content pages for each of the theme days, which you can find linked here:

Only Just Begun

Seasons & Holidays

Worlds Collide

Whole of the Moon

Sacrifice

Myths & Legends, Fairytales & Folklore

Haunted & Bewitched

Links to the theme pages are also accessible from the browser version of the Sterek Week '23 site or you can also find them on our top pinned post.

Word Prompts

Though word prompts are usually associated with fiction, this doesn't necessarily have to be the case and the prompts can be used for art or anything else you like. The prompts are presented in a word block which means whatever words emerge from the letter soup and catches your eye is what you can use.

While there are specific prompts in the word blocks, there are no right or wrong words to pick. You can use as many of the words as you see fit or ignore them all together. The word block has between fifteen and twenty intentional words hidden away, with some more to be found if you're creative...

Regarding Fics

If you're having trouble deciding how much you want to write, try limiting yourself to 250 words, 500 words or 1000 words. Pick one of these three, stare into the word block for a while, and go with what your imagination brings you.

Color Palettes

Usually color palettes are intended to be used with art or graphics, but like the word prompts, they can be used for anything you like. There are six color palettes per theme, each with a title that you can use to inspire you if you want. The color palettes all link to a color-hex.com page that contains hex codes and RGB values for those of you who use image editors.

We'd love to see more Sterek art, graphics and edits, but we know these are time consuming creations to make. But even a quick little doodle or a fast cut-n-paste edit can light up someone's day, so don't be afraid to participate if you think you're not "up to scratch"... you most certainly are! We don't require perfection, only that you enjoy what you create.

For any questions, as always, our inboxes are open, both on the official @sterekweek-2023 page and as admins. You can also check out our Info & FAQ page.

We'd love to see what you all create, so join us if you can!

[eveandtheturtles]

All 4-1 Challenge Summer Surprise Part 3

Summary: The turtles continue the vacationing, Leo finally relaxes but Donnie and Kara have their own evil plans. Part 1, Part 2

Ships: Turtles (+Jennika) x OCs

A/N: The name Sprinkles is borrowed from And, Love fic by @madammuffins You totally should check out their Love series for TMNT. Also two parts in 1 day! eyyy.

Tagging: @turtle-babe83 @leosgirl82 @thelaundrybitch @sharpwindow @pheradream-15 @m1dnyt3-w0lf @scholastic-dragon @tinkabelle19

“What time zone are you in?” Splinter's voice on the other end of the line made Leo smile a little.

"The same as you are, dad, we're just further south," he explained. "Is everything okay on your end? Verne's coming to visit you? Are you taking your medicine?"

"Yes, yes, stop worrying, Leonardo, you're on holidays!" Splinter scolded him gently, amused. You'd wonder who at this point was the son and who the father. "Enjoy yourself my son."

"Oh, he is Master Splinter!" Amelia leaned in over Leo, interrupting the call. "We're all hard at work to make sure he does!"

"And for that I'm grateful my child!" Splinter replied with laughter.

It was day 3 of their island adventure. Everyone managed to kepp Leo away from the phone for one and a half of a day, not counting the day of the arrival in their attempts.

It was the late morning at the beach. Jennika, Raph and Mikey were swim racing. Cheryl, Mirka and Amelia were lounging on the towels, catching some sun while Kara and Donnie were engineering some sort of sand fortress. Peter and Sprinkles were cheering for the racers.

Leo smiled, feeling the rays of the sun warm his skin up. This... this was so nice. He stretched and laid down next to Amelia. She looked at him warmly and scatched his head. Maybe he really did deserve to rest?

--88--

<I think we are about 89% done.> Kara admired her and Donnie's creation. <How's our water access?>

<The water pump needs small tweaking but it should be good to go either way,> Donnie said.

The duo grinned and picked up from the fortress' floor two SuperSoakers. Slightly modified by the genius couple.

--88--

Mikey lost his interest in the race quite quickly. He was too distracted by the colourful coral reef below the surface of the ocean. He left behind Jennika and Raph.

Nothing like this in the sewers of New York. He watched a manta ray majestically swim by. A sea turtle was eating some crab. There were so many colourful fish and other critters. Mikey was just enchanted by it all. He wanted to stay there forever.

--88--

"I totally won!" Raph snorted the sea water, trying to push it out of his nose.

Jennika shoved him. "Bull! Guys! It had to be me!" She looked at both Peter and Sprinkles.

"Sorry, Raph, Jenni won," Peter confirmed.

"HA!" Jennika stuck her tongue at Raph then laughed and ran to Cheryl. "Cherrybomb! I won!"

"That's great hu- NO! DON'T TOUCH ME YOU'RE COLD AND WE-" Rest of the sentence was dissolved in shrieks and manical laughter.

Raph huffed and glared after the female turtle. He'll win next time.

"Where's Mikey?" Sprinkles frowned and looked around.

Peter looked around. "I can't see him."

"He threw in the race after third lap!" Raph called back, unbothered. "Mirka! cheer me up!" He opened up his arms approaching the sunbathing group.

Cheryl was still trying to fight off her girlfriend. Mirka looked up. Seeing their boyfriend approach with similar intent as Jenni, they got up and started backing away.

"No! Stay back, you FUAAAAA!!" They got grabbed in a bear hug and picked up in the air.

Leo's eye cracked open. "Are they dying?"

"Nope," Amelia replied, glad she wasn't involved in the shenanigans of the two bruisers.

"A'igh." Leo's eye closed.

Suddenly Donnie's voice boomed across the beach.

"Attention vacationers!"

He and Kara were standing on top of their structure, which they have been building for the past two days. Both had SuperSoakers in their hands, posing like in an action film.

"There are weapons hidden across this beach! May the best win!" He finished on sinister note.

"What the f-" Raph started then a sharp stream of see water hit him straight in the mouth.

Everyone, except Leo, scrambled for cover.

"The fuck you mean there are weapon?" Amelia started searching sand with her hands.

Jennika eyed a particularly odd shaped rock and lifted it up. Under it she found a cache of water filled balloons and a couple of water pistols. "I guess this." She grinned sinisterly grabbing a ballon.

Amelia and Jennika exchanged looks. "Oh, it's on."

The beach turned in a full blown battle, with random alliences forming and dissolving. But everyone (minus Leo and Mikey) came together to take down the Fortress. It was a tough and historical battle as Donnie and Kara prepared traps for the brave souls willing to storm their stronghold.

The fight has been fierce but the two overlords have been finally defeated by the people.

Cheers and laughter has erupted as the Beach Water Battle of 2023 has concluded.

<So this leaves only one thing,> Kara signed after tossing her weapon aside.

Everyone looked at her in high spirit, wondering what else there was. Slowly, she pointed to Leo who was still basking peacefully despite the chaos that had happened around him. Everyone grinned.

Leo was woken up by a feeling. A gut feeling he was in danger. The shadow has fell over him. He rolled to his side and looked at the circle of people around him. He noticed the water balloons.

"Hiiii, Leeeooo~," Jennika greeted him. "Didja have a good nap?"

"Uh-huh..." Slowly, as carefully as he could, he readied his body for the only one possible solution in this... He sprung up to run.

"Get him!!"

And that was the scene Mikey walked in on coming back from the ocean.

"What did I miss??" He looked confused at Sprinkles who decided to sit out the great Leo derby.

"A water fight," Sprinkles replied and looked at the fishing net full of crabs. "Watcha got there?"

"Dinner!"

[raccoonfallsharder]

Window Across the Galaxy ✧*:･ﾟupdated 12/30

18+ only | rocket x f!oc | 23/27 chapters | wip| word count: pending. ♡ check the masterlist for expected updates ♡ ♡ see the "holiday special" ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ Winter Across the Galaxy * ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆ [new 12/5] ♡

girl falls first; racoon falls harder.

Jolie might have been worried about the next night. Rocket has a habit of withdrawing, after all. Especially when he’s just been…  Well. Vulnerable.  Withdrawing is usually a best case scenario, in fact. Last time he’d gotten half that close to her — bet you taste sweet everywhere — he’d followed it up by nearly nuking everything within his reach, including whatever…whatever they’d had. Have, now. So it shouldn’t be surprising that Jolie’s still anxious. Combine that with her own personal archive of insecurities, and she’s honestly surprised she’s not in the throes of a panic attack.  But something else must have changed since Ego, or since the Eclector — something besides just the time she’d spent laying naked with Rocket for hours, showering with him, talking with him. She doesn’t know what it is, but throughout the day, Jolie catches him watching her from the corner of his eye. He looks at turns confused, or calculating, or incredulous. Bewildered.  Wonderstruck.  Hungry.  Smug.

[NEW 12/30] ✧･ﾟ:*Chapter XXIII. We're Gonna Need a Bigger Table. in which the galaxy just keeps spinning. ❤︎

setting us up for a big time-jump. my hope is that we continue to have a few small, lovely little things to help us wrap things together as we head into the end. ~♡

explicit lines or references* abbreviated explicit sequences ❤︎ detailed/prolonged explicit sequences ❤︎❤︎

General summary/notes + links to recently preceding chapters behind the cut.

let me know via comment, message, or ask if you'd like to be added or removed from my fanfic taglist ♡

Rocket is captured by a Ravager crew hoping to get rich off the excessively large bounty on his head. Throwing a wrench in everyone’s plans is the Terran girl they hired to do some freelance assessing on a recent haul of goods they’ve seized from a Xandaran luxury liner. Oops.

slight AU starting pre-GOTG volume 1 (but will hit most of the same major plot points). slow burn + eventual smut with a lot of pining in the middle. kinda enemies-to-lovers? (but only one of these idiots thinks they're enemies).

let me be real with you: this fic is really about wish-fulfillment. not just the eventual smut (but that too). mostly i just want someone to be nice to my best boy raccoon

*･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ*

Chapter I. A Delicacy. in which our reluctant heroes meet atop a crate of Sovereign porn in the bowels of a Ravager ship.

Chapter II. Monster For A Pet. in which one hero wrestles with his inner Groot, and the other is quite possibly a moron.

Chapter III. A Kindness. in which Rocket gets in his own damn way: not for the first time, and certainly not for the last.

Chapter IV. Got There First. in which our heroes obtain an arsenal and street food.

Chapter V. Things No-One Has Said Before. in which one hero refuses to babysit and the other refuses to leave.

Chapter VI. Two and a Half Billion Units.in which we lean into the “they were roommates” trope. Jolie has misgivings, while Rocket has fantasies - about getting rich, of course.

Chapter VII. I'm Here. in which we visit Knowhere.

Chapter VIII. The Care & Feeding of Human Pets. in which our heroes practice breathing and we lean into a new trope: “there was (technically) one bed.”

Chapter IX. Scrapmetal and a Dream. in which we redefine homemaking.

Chapter X. Thin Fucking Ice. in which our heroes get fucked. Not in the good way.

Chapter XI. Let It Be. in which Xandar is saved and good lives are lost.

Chapter XII. So Much It Hurts. in which we try not to fuck up the vibes.

Chapter XIII. Don’t Wait. in which a lost sister is found and Drax grapples with the concept of sarcasm.

Chapter XIV. Exactly Like a Flower. in which comfort is shared.

Chapter XV: Galaxy-Breaking Shit. in which more comfort is shared, and life is good. Briefly.

Chapter XVI. Run. in which Rocket falls victim to his superstitions.

Chapter XVII. A Seedling. A Fox. A Little Girl. in which the party is divided.

Chapter XVIII. I Happen to Know a Guy. in which our heroes get fucked. Again. Still not in the good way.

Chapter XIX. He Was Loved. in which a planet is killed, a friend is made and lost, and nobody still has any frickin’ tape.

Chapter XX. Some Nerve. *in which an ultimatum is given.

Chapter XXI. I Very Still. ❤︎❤︎ in which our heroes get fucked. In the good way, this time. Finally.

Chapter XXII. Got There Worse. ❤︎❤︎ in which Rocket does not say "I love you."

Chapter XXIII. We're Gonna Need a Bigger Table. ❤︎ in which the galaxy continues to spin.

Chapter XXIV. Space Would Be Better. ❤︎

Chapter XXV. Little Love Stories. *

Chapter XXVI. Other Side of the Window. ❤︎

Chapter XXV. The Most Beautiful Thing in My House. ❤︎❤︎

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ Winter Across the Galaxy * ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆ A Holiday Special *

Epilogue: Interviewing Rocket & Jo. ten years after Window ends. short/drabbly, silly fluff.

explicit lines or references* abbreviated explicit sequences ❤︎ detailed/prolonged explicit sequences ❤︎❤︎

taglist ♡ @evolvingchaoswitch ♡ @wren-phoenix ♡ @pretty-chips ♡ @suicidalshitstick ♡ @glow-autumz

[veephoenix]

DAY TWELVE REVIEW BY VERONICA - UNIVERSITY OF TUMBLR - FANFICTION DEPARTMENT - APRIL '24 - Words: 1.6k

I always have so much fun writing these things, but also I put myself through suffering because I have to reread all the angst, which I also love. Do I make sense? no.

Listen

OLIVER SAID THE THREE MAGIC WORDS!!!!! HE SAID I LOVE YOU!!!! AND I KNEW IT!!!! I LOVE MAKING ANALYSIS AND FINDING OUT I'M RIGHT!!! (I feel like I should keep writing in caps to convey my feelings but I also feel it might be too much, so switching back to small).

This was the most dreamed cliché scene ever, and I don't mean it in a bad way. A decade ago, whenever I read stories or watched movieS or wrote stuff myself, I always pictured this moment between the two main characters when they would finally sleep together and they would confess to each other. It was the climax of EVERYTHING. I feel like we all lived in that moment for a while, didn't we? when we thought that love was always sweet and blablabla. Now it's more like just spank me and call me good girl, you can make me breakfast in the morning and then profess your love with your mouth full of pancakes, but anyway... We didn't ask but YOU DELIVEREDDDD I needed this scene and I wouldn't have had it any other way!!! IT.WAS.PERFECT. I had butterflies in my stomach the whole time. It was all I ever dreamed of as a reader ten years ago with the level of maturity, highs and lows, that we didn't know back then but that WE STILL NEED NOWADAYS AS FREAKING ADULTS BECAUSE WE'RE HOPELESS ROMANTICS. Am I making sense? I'm just writing all these things without going back to edit, so I hope you get what I mean.

Moving onto the next thing:

He said I love you while being inside of her 🫠

Oh, I'm still stuck in that moment. Okay.

“Again,” I demanded.

“I love you.”

I would have been as shocked as her, and demanding the same thing over and over again. 😇 oli loves aubrey. national bank holiday please

"Oli avoided the playful slap coming his way, catching onto my wrist and pressing a kiss on it before letting go again." hot? better: HOT AND SWEET 😙

He sighed in mock annoyance. “You’re really going to make me go all sappy here, aren’t you.” Dude we love it when guys get sappy, so start talking

“I’m not letting you out of this bed until you do.”

“That’s not as much of a threat as you think it is.” I knew he would say this 🤭

“You don’t need to say it back,” he mumbled, stroking my hair in such a delicate manner that I wished I could purr to convey just how perfectly comfortable I was. He was trying to be brave. As if it was okay for him that he’d just bared his soul and I’d simply taken it all with open arms and a smile. As if he didn’t need to hear those words just as badly. That he could accept if I didn’t feel the same." L, your ability to make me go from BUTTERFLIES, FLOWERS, RAINBOWS, to my heart breaking is absolutely sensational and also dangerous. I'm scared of you now, and considering there're just a few chapters left... Please, be gentle with me 😔

The whole scene in the bed, so many i love yous, so many kisses... i'm on the floor and i will continue writing this review from there.

What I said about you putting me in a rollercoaster: one minute they're talking so softly and concerned about Noah, and then they're giggling because they realized now they're boyfriend and girlfriend. I need to do some meditation after each chapter of this fic, I swear.

Not Ruffilo writing his full name on the message 🤣

“You’re my girl for, what, four hours and you already leave me for another band!” He exclaimed, approaching me with long strides, hands immediately on my bare ass. He had only just managed to put on a pair of clean boxershorts and I repaid the gesture by letting my fingers trail down his chest. “Unbelievable.” Such a drama queen, jesus christ

“I kind of need to run an errand before bus call anyway.” 👀 I know from experience when writing about this guy that he's always up to something when he says things like this.

Another I love you! 😻 I will scream every time they say it to each other.

"But toward the end of the night he kept babbling about how he just wanted to talk to you, again and again.” come here, cupcake, you can talk to aubrey anytime you need to, we all want to help you <3

“That’s very sweet, but not answering my question,” I chuckled, enjoying the softness of his strands on my palm. “I hope they didn’t stress you out too much?” I really like the way Aubrey interacts with Noah, how she's so concerned about him and keeps checking in on him whilst letting him fuck her 🤭

He lied! I knew, you knew, we all knew. I'm so glad they're slowly coming to terms with their own feelings and learning about what they want.

"But the idea of anything more than that terrifies me.” we love and adore a brave and honest cupcake

“Now I can’t stop thinking about being on my knees for him all the time and letting him do whatever he wants with me.” 🫠 will i make it to the end of this fic? probably not

“Yeah? Is that what you want? For me to tell Oli to do you however he pleases? That you… want to be a good boy for him? Be told what to do? And you’d let me watch, too? Maybe get a little involved?” i just... can't.

“Do you know if Dom’s here yet?” Why did my mind instantly think that it was one of them referring to the other as the DOM as in dom/sub 😂 i really need to go to church

“So, who here is fucking because I’m getting mad sexual energy from all of you guys.” I like him already! hahaha

“Is that what you call his dick?” Oli's charm? Not a bad idea tho

I love me some curious Noah. I think his arch in this story is going to be the best one and I cant wait to see him happy, confident, and free <3

The poor cupcake is feeling insecure, nooooo "because they’ve known each other longer and they live closer together and… yeah.”

"Unless you’re joining an existent romantic relationship, this is new for all of you and you gotta figure out how the three of you work together.” This is such a good point, actually.

“Get to know each other as much as you can and never take anyone for granted. Make the distance work for you. Get everyone as involved as you can, but remember that when someone feels left out because of things like being far away, it’s not a matter of the other two loving them any less.” we're gonna have to give Dom an award after all

"Oli and Noah on the couch kissing so softly that it almost made my heart ache. They were fully intertwined, limbs entangled and all over each other and it gave me hope like nothing before ever had. That wasn’t making out or fucking for the fun of it. This was both of them pouring the emotions they couldn’t vocalise just yet into every single movement." I will print this out and read it like the bible every morning

THE KEYS TO HIS PLACEEEEEEEE WHYYYYYYY WHYYY HE GOTTA DO THIS I'M IN LOVE WITH HIM AND THEM PLEASE I CAN'T TAKE IT

AND HE ALSO GAVE A COPY TO NOAH BEFORE HE STARTED POUTING ON THE COUCH PLEASE

L, the transition from that moment to them getting intimate was so beautiful. My favorite part of the chapter without a doubt. The little details, struggling to undress themselves, then both men being shit at unclasping a bra 😍

“I get her nice and wet on my dick and then you finish her off.” everything'sok veronicasoknoneedtowrry

"My hands immediately flew back to his head, but he only needed to look up and shoot a stare at Noah for the other man to understand." When they communicate with their looks... that's just so fucking hot. don't give me a break i want more

“You want that, don't you? You want us to push your limits.” This is FORESHADOW TO THE ACTUAL THREESOME AND NOBODY CAN TELL ME OTHERWISE

The whole lyrics dialogue was so on point like, how did you do it? it didn't feel forced on the narrative or silly dialogue. I could actually hear their voices in my head, their expressions as they teased each other.

This work is a piece of art, in case i haven't said it before.

"Perfect little pussy that's just made for us." no but when they just talk about here like this? this is what i live for bye

!But none of them made their way out of my brain as sleep took over all three of us, letting us fall asleep in a puddle of post-orgasmic haze and at least temporary happiness.!

Has anyone else noticed that Aubrey is in a roll? she's been getting the d for four nights straight now (if i haven't lost count). EVERYTHING FOR THE QUEEN

2 MORE SLEEPS UNTIL NEXT CHAPTER, AM I RIGHT? (or two more days of no sleep, i'd say). The two things i'm more excited about is noah realizing he's also in love and being told they love him, and THE THREESOME™

in love with the mess - day twelve

summary : Aubrey is going on tour and, for once, she’s decided to focus on having as much fun as possible. Oli can be a little shit but he does nothing short of adore Audrey and… well, maybe Noah a little, too. Noah likes the flirting, as long as no one gets too close, emotionally. But what will happen when the three of them take it too far?

content : smut (p in v, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, some degradation), angst, fluff, Yungblug appearance lol

length : 8.3k

tags (let me know if you want to be tagged!) : @veronicaphoenix @cookiesupplier @lma1986 @jilliemiw86 @bngurngheart @lacktoesandtoddlerants @narcissisticbehavior81 @flowery-mess @shilohrosechicken @justeli6 @starvingarsyn @floatinglikeaswan @blacksoul-27 @somebodyels3 @kageyasma @spikeisdaddy @broken0mens @sunsshinesunny

a/n : time to find out what you’ve been craving to know for a week! enjoy and leave a comment 💕💕

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day twelve

Spending the whole night talking after an exhausting show, knowing fully well we had an early bus call, a four-hour drive to London, soundcheck and another show, wasn’t the wisest decision Oli and I had ever made, but it was a completely necessary one.

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[etsuven]

☁️Venti | Cookies☁️

genshin-mas special

cw: modern, terribly written and rushed, awkward ending, ooc menace to the reader venti i literally have venti why did i write him so bad omg

a/n: i was going to make these christmas fics like, longer or something but i literally cannot it's taking too much brain power out of me (and i'm already late by three days) so i'll just make these little headcannon/scenario thing and hope you guys will like it <3

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baking with venti was both the worst and the best thing you could have done.

it was great because you got to bake with your roommate and crush! baking cookies was a very common holiday past time, and it was very easy to convince venti to bake with you. the problem was...

venti didn't know how to bake.

now, could you have just baked all of the cookies yourself? yes! but what's the fun in that? you decided to make it a contest instead.

venti originally didn't really want to bake, as he was terrible at it and almost always ended up burning something (and your shared apartment would smell terrible for the next few hours).

but as soon as you said the word "contest" he was immediately onto it.

now, this seemed like a good idea at first, but it quickly became messy.

you mixed the batter in the bowl, struggling a bit as it got thicker and thicker. venti was on the other side of the kitchen, struggling as well with the flour as he had to restart his batter a few minutes prior.

"looks like you're having a hard time, ven!" you glanced at him with a smirk, quickly tasting your cookie dough before adding chocolate chips and transferring it to a pan. venti scoffed at your comment. you put the dough in little balls, placing a few of them on the pan as you looked at how venti was doing.

he was still doing terrible. his dough now looked a bit... thick. clearly he had put too much flower in it. "(y/n), this is too hard!" he complained, wiping his flour-y hands on his apron. you held back a laugh, walking up to him.

"goodness venti, you're making a mess!" you reached up, ruffling up his hair and accidently getting flour in his navy locks. venti sighs, setting down the bowl as he flicked some flour in your direction.

"i can make a bigger mess if you want!" he threw some more flour in your face, this time hitting you in your face. you stared at him in shock, watching as he ran to the other side of the kitchen with a gigantic smile on his face.

the two of you looked at each other, a similar look in your eyes as you both thought one thing.

this means war.

what followed was a food fight between the two of you, flour being thrown everywhere. flour was in your hair, your clothes, all over the floor. but it didn't really matter at the moment, especially when you and venti were having so much fun.

after a few minutes, the two of you were on the floor, clutching your stomachs as you tried to catch your breaths. you spoke up after a few seconds, laying down as you stared at the ceiling. "we have so much to clean up now..."

venti laughed, his eyes closing as he attempted to brush flour out of his hair. "yeah... but let's shower first. and maybe bake your cookies while we're at it?"

you smiled, watching venti out of the corner of your eye. "sure, why not."

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this is so bad im so sorry but i cant procrastinate on the christmas stuff any longer i need to try and get two more fics written by tonight sjfsmnfs

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

Have you considered... Vardy and Lucian encountering Aro. Like, outside of the case fic. When they've been together for a while. I don't know, Ellie gifted them a Vacation in Italy or something but they're trouble magnets, so... I don't even know where I'm going with this asdfgj

I think I've kept it vague if Aro exists in this world or not, just for the off-chance I get to play with this idea for my own enjoyment because that is a ship I don't think anyone's bothered with before, haha.

On with the fic!

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"I hate it here." Hardy said, fanning himself. "The sun's setting and it still feels like it's too damn hot."

"Well, it is the height of summer." Lucian chuckled, walking alongside his partner through the streets of an Italian villa that was picked out by Miller for them to visit. She had weirdly planned some of their trip for them, he didn't understand why.

"The dog days of summer..." Hardy mumbled.

"Was that a joke?"

"I don't even know, I just want to go back to the hotel."

"Well, we'll find it eventually." Lucian replied before stopping in his tracks, a deep frown coming to his lips. "Did you hear that?"

Hardy stopped, turning to look at Lucian, who was tense, alarmed, and looking around. "What is it?" Hardy asked quietly, trying to listen for anything unusual, smell anything... off.

He smelled something faintly metallic, mixed with the unique scent of vampire.

With just a hint of something else that he couldn't quite place.

"Seriously?" Hardy hissed. "Can't catch a damn break, even on holiday..."

"What town in this again?" Lucian asked.

"Volterra or something."

Lucian looked at Hardy, moving quick to grab his hand and started to walk fast. "We need to get our things from the hotel and get out of here."

"What? Why?"

"Because this is the homebase of a very dangerous clan of vampires, one of the most powerful breeds in the world."

"Oh." Came a voice, close behind them. "I'd rather like to think we're the most powerful."

Spinning on his heel, the detective found a man standing behind him. He was dressed in a black suit that looked like it cost more than what Hardy made in a few months. His hair was long, straight, and dark as night, which made his pale skin stand out in the glow of the street lights.

His eyes were a piercing red, and his smile was simple but sharp as a blade.

"Look at you, a curious sort of vampire type." The man said, his voice light, airy, childish and mocking, but clearly entertained. Hardy wanted to punch him.

He heard a warning snarl from Lucian, who was now standing behind him, gripping Hardy's hand tightly. The vampire blinked, then looked rather delighted. "And a werewolf! Goodness, it's been ages since a man wolf has graced this lovely town! Decades, really."

"Lycan." Hardy corrected, baring his fangs in warning. He had a feeling any display he presented would not bother this vampire in the least, but it didn't hurt to try.

Clearly, Hardy was right, as the vampire continued to smile. "You'd best put those little fangs of yours away, little bat. You have no effect on someone like me."

"How would you know that?"

"Years of experience."

Hardy scoffed. "Right. Well, we're off, have a good night or whatever, don't go murdering people."

"Oh," the vampire said, "I already had a meal, I'm just out for a stroll when I came upon your unique scents. A bit blended, it seems." His smile turned a little more coy. "Lovers?"

Hardy really wanted to deck this guy, but Lucian was still holding his hand. "What of it?" The lycan asked in warning.

"A vampire and a were- sorry, lycan, what an interesting combination." The vampire still looked too pleased.

"What business is it to you? Who even are you?" Hardy asked.

"Ah, yes, where are my manners!" The vampire bowed. "Aro of the clan Volturi."

Hardy felt Lucian tense up next to him, pulling the young vampire close to him. "Alec, we need to leave." He whispered. "He's the leader of the clan, he's the biggest threat of them all."

"Now, that's not nice to say of someone you don't know." Aro said with just a little pout to his lips. "I am sure that you yourself have a reputation that you don't want me to speak of, yes, young wolf?"

Lucian looked surprised. "How do you-?"

"Vampire business, any vampire business, does not escape me." Aro smiled and it was dark and Hardy felt the urge to escape, to fly away.

"Now," Aro continued, "what are you two doing in my city?"

[nooneelsecomesclose17]

I'm dreaming of a white christmas

Merry Christmas everyone!

Oh, just because I haven't written enough for it already, this is from the Ana'verse.

Robron Week Christmas Special - Day 7 - Christmas morning

A fic a day in December - Day 25

(AO3 link)

"Hi Mum.” Robert kissed her cheek as the kids headed straight for the tree in the corner of the room, the pile of presents catching their eye and he tells them they’re off limits in his best Dad voice. "Aaron's just popped to see his Gran he won't be long, but these monsters wouldn't wait.”

“I can see. We’ll wait for him. Kids there's some cookies in the kitchen for you while we wait for Papa." When they've gone she turns to him "So, did you ask him?"

"Ssh. They've got ears like bats! And no, I didn't.”

"Why not?" She sounded so put out he couldn't help smiling. He was sure she was more invested than he was.

"Because...we were watching a film last night and the guy proposed at Christmas and Aaron went on and on about how daft it was. No way was I going to do it then. Besides we are actually married."

"I know! I said that if you remember when you first mentioned the idea but you insisted you wanted a vow renewal after Sara was born."

“Yeah, yeah."

"She's two and a half! I would like to attend one of your weddings you know."

"Not my fault you haven't!”

"Because twenty four hours notice is totally normal for a wedding. And then you picked the week of my dream holiday for the second.” It was an old argument, he and Aaron had talked about postponing their second wedding so that she could make it but after the year they’d had neither of them wanted to wait a minute longer when the date came up.

"Because it was the only date they had. Any way I did mention it to him once and he just said what's the point of it when we're married so maybe I should just leave...”

"Right, can you go next door and get my son please because he has never backed out of a soppy romantic moment." the rolled his eyes at her.

"So what do you suggest then Cilla?"

"If it was me..."

"If what was you?" Aaron asks walking in. Robert can only hope he didn't hear anything.

“Oh we were just discussing the Yorkshires!”

"Oh don't, he's been perfecting them for weeks! Driving me mad he is.”

Robert shakes his head at him, staring, still after all this time unable to believe he got to call him his husband. That's where the idea for the vow renewal had come from, when they knew their surrogate was pregnant with Sara he'd been scared, worried he'd fail her, or Seb and Ana, or he'd not be good enough. Aaron had been there, reassuring him all the time. and he'd wanted to show him just how much he loved him. He'd wanted it to be perfect, then life started getting in the way, and now it was two years later and he still hadn't managed it.

He avoids the conversation for the rest of lunch, but he can’t stop thinking about it. He wants to renew their vows, he just didn’t know how to ask. After all they've been through when he went to prison and all the trouble it had caused with Aaron's family, he wants nothing more to stand up in front of everyone and tell Aaron how amazing he is.

The idea comes to him in the middle of that afternoon while Aaron’s upstairs trying to wrap the last lot of his presents without the kids seeing.

“I thought of something.” Is all he says when his Mum answers.

“Thank goodness. And?”

"I want to involve the kids. I…could you maybe distract Aaron this afternoon, until tea time…” He asks and explains his idea. "Do you...do you think he'll like it?"

"You could ask him on top of a compost heap love and he'd say yes. You know that."

"Thanks for that image! Now, can you come up with something to keep him away from the house.”

“Of course. In fact I think I’ve run out of brandy butter.” She says brightly and he can picture the look on her face. “You tell him I’ve called you in an emergency and he can run me to the shops. I’m sure I can find a couple more places to stop off until you text me.”

“And you’re sure this is a good idea?”

"It’ll be perfect love."

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“Who was on the phone?” Aaron looks up when he walks into the bedroom a few minutes later. He stifles his laughter at the state of the room, wrapping paper everywhere, bits of sellotape stuck to Aaron’s jumper.

“Mum. She’s in a flap, she’s run out of a couple of things and she wondered if you’d run her into Hotten?”

“On Christmas Eve? What’s she forgotten?”

“She didn’t say but she’s getting herself in a right state. I tried telling her it didn’t matter but I think after last year she just wants everything to be right.”

“And you can’t take her why?”

“Because I haven’t finished all my wrapping yet. Please, it won’t take long.” Aaron looks at him like he’s crazy but he sighs and starts clearing the bed of presents.

“You owe me Sugden.”

“I think you’ll find that’s Sugden-Dingle.”

“Hmm.” The second he’s gone Robert runs back down the stairs where he’d left the kids watching TV.

"Kids, can you come here a sec?"

"But Dad...I'm watching this!" Ana whined.

"Sorry sweetheart, just pause it a sec, I've got something important to talk to you about." finally they all turn and listen "l've been thinking and you know how me and Papa are married...well I was thinking that I'd like to show him how much I love him. "

"Are you having another wedding?" Seb asks "Ganma said you had two already."

"Yeah, we did but...well me and Papa have been through a lot and I thought this would be nice "

“Oh." Seb shrugged and Robert bit back a smile. His son was so easy going, usually just accepted any explanation to something he wanted to know. It was a godsend most days.

"Thing is I wasn't really sure how to ask him..."

"With roses like in the films." Ana told him and he wondered just what films she'd seen because he didn’t remember that in any of the Disney films she watched over and over.

"With cake. And pizza. Papa loves them." Seb tells him.

"Yeah? I think you love them too don’t you? Well I do have an idea but we can use your ideas too. I do need you all to help me though, and we have to be really fast!”

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Twenty minutes later he’s raided their art supplies and set them up at the kitchen table, hoping his Mum can keep him out long enough for them to finish and how much mess he’d be left clearing up. “Right, here’s all your pens, and I’ve printed all the letters out so if you three colour them in then we’ll decorate them with all these bits and pieces, yeah?”

“Daddy!” He takes a deep breath. They’ve been colouring for an hour or more while he’s been attempting to get everything together for the breakfast he’s planning the next morning. “Sara’s doing it wrong!”

He turned round to see Seb glaring at his youngest sister. He was very serious about his colouring, and anything really. It had to be done just so.

“Hey! There’s no right or wrong mate. Papa’s going to love it whatever, and remember Sara’s only little, she’s not able to keep in the lines like you. How many have you got left to do?”

“I’ve finished. Can we start making them pretty now Daddy?” Ana piped up, lifting her brightly coloured pictures in the air. “I want glitter.”

“In a minute. How about the two of you help Sara finish before we start making mess.”

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“I’ve just sent him into the shop for sweets.”

“Mum he’s not going to buy that, you have enough sweets in your flat to sink a battleship!”

“Oh don’t be silly. He doesn’t suspect a thing. Now are you all done?”

“Yes. We’ll be finding glitter for years but it’s all ready. I just need to sneak out of bed early to get it all ready.” He pauses. “Do you think it’s too much? Too soppy?”

“And what’s the problem with that? Sweetheart, the two of you got engaged shouting at each other, did it again in hospital and then you both organised proposals in the same place. I’d say if anything this is quite tame.”

“Yeah but…”

“Aaron will love it. The kids will love being involved and then I’ll take them to mine for the night so the two of you can be alone. Now stop worrying. Oh he’s on his way back and he looks a little fed up, best go.” He hung up. She was enjoying this way too much.

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He’s on edge all night and Aaron keeps giving him weird looks. He blames it on one too many cups of coffee. By the time they get the kids to bed, he’s exhausted. He needs to remind them of the plan though before they sleep.

“Why don’t you go and put the presents out, I’ll read their story.” He whispers outside Sara’s room and Aaron nods, not thinking anything of it, they often split the night time jobs to save time.

“Right.” He tells them, having gathered them all in Seb’s room. “Do you remember the plan? Don’t come bursting into Papa and my room in the morning. I’ll wake you and then we’ll get our banner up and everything set up yeah?” Ana claps, thoroughly excited by the whole thing while Seb looks worried.

“What about the presents Daddy?”

“Oh mate, don’t worry, we’ll open them as soon as Papa’s up and we’ve eaten the special breakfast I’m going to cook.”

“Ok.”

“Good boy. Right, let’s get you into bed so Santa can come yeah?”

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He’s disoriented when his phone wakes him up from under his pillow. He’d set it the night before hoping Aaron wouldn’t wake with it. It usually took an earthquake to wake him so he was pretty sure he could manage. Checking he’s still sleeping he gets up and creeps out of the room, grabbing his dressing gown as he went.

He manages to get the kids up without too much noise, hesitating at the top of the stairs for any noise from Aaron, but there’s nothing. When he gets downstairs the three of them are just staring at the tree, the presents piled high around them.

He felt a little mean making them wait to open them, they’d never had to before, but they’d been so excited about the proposal he hoped they wouldn’t really mind.

“Right, let’s get this up eh? Then we can get Papa up and get to the presents.”

It doesn’t take them long to hang the banner between the kitchen and the living room and he’s set the table ready for their breakfast.

“Ok that’s done. Now, you remember what you’ve got to do?” He was holding Sara and Seb was meant to go and wake Aaron while Ana would stop him at the bottom.

“Yeah!” Seb’s off up the stairs before he even answers.

It’s a nervous wait and he laughs at himself. They’re married, it’s not like Aaron’s going to say no, but he’s pacing until he hears Seb cajoling him to come downstairs, running down before him to stand with Robert.

“Hey sweetheart, are you waiting for me? I thought you’d be into your presents by now.” Aaron says and Robert knows he’s smiling.

“No. You have to close your eyes Papa.” Ana tells him.

“I do, why?”

“Daddy said.”

“He did, did he? What’s going on?”

“It’s a secret. Close your eyes.” Robert snorts a little from his place out of sight in the kitchen, making Seb look at him funny.

Finally he hears his footsteps, and then he’s there, Ana holding onto his hand, leading him to stand behind the sofa.

“You can open your eyes now.” He tells him softly as Ana joins her siblings at the table. He sets Sara down beside them, smiling as Ana immediately takes her hand.

“What’s all this?” Aaron asks, looking at him, seemingly not noticing the banner above his head.

“I…er…well…” He moves to one side so Aaron can see the table that’s set for dinner for the two of them and gestures at the banner above him.

“Daddy wants to marry you again!” Seb and Ana chorus, while Sara cheers. Aaron just looks at him and if it wasn’t for the twinkle in his eye and the slight smile he’d be worried.

“Does he now? Did you all make these letters?” He crouches down as they run to him, pulling them all into a hug. “They’re really cool.”

“Mine are the glittery ones.” Ana tells him, doing a twirl in her princess pyjamas that she’d insisted on wearing.

“Daddy’s mad cos they’re making a mess on the floor.” Seb leans in and whispers, making Aaron laugh out loud and Robert didn’t think he’d ever been happier.

“Thanks mate.” He ruffles his hair, making him scowl. “Why don’t you three stick your cartoons on a minute. Then we’ll do presents.” He promises, seeing the look on Seb’s face.

“Are you going to say yes Papa?” Ana asks doing another twirl before jumping onto the sofa with her brother. Aaron gently sits Sara between them, ruffling her hair.

“We’ll have to see won’t we?” He smiles. “So when did you do all this?”

“Um, got up early this morning, but the kids made the banner yesterday afternoon.”

“When your Mum desperately need oh what was it, brandy butter? Which I know she doesn’t like.”

“Yeah well, I needed you out of the way.”

“So I see…and you planned all this.” He shrugged. “She was giving me weird looks all the time we were out. I thought I was going mad.”

“Sorry.”

“No you’re not. You’re always so…”

“Stupid?”

“You. Only you could do this when we’re already married…when we’ve got married twice.”

“It’s too much?” He tries not to let his disappointment show.

“I didn’t say that. Night before Christmas Eve, you went all weird when I complained about that film.”

“I was going to ask you then…thought you’d just laugh. Been trying for ages, could never make it perfect.”

“It would’ve been. And I wouldn’t have laughed.”

“So…”

“So…you’re mad. Absolutely mad, but yes, I’ll marry you. Again.” Robert smiled and pulled him into a hug, kissing him, not wanting to let go, until he hears the kids giggling at him.

“Oi you lot.”

"Papa it's snowing! Look!" Seb's jumping up and down, tugging on Aaron's hand. "Can we go outside?"

"Before you open your presents?" He asks, knowing the answer already.

"Yeah! Can we?"

"Coats and hats on, help your sister, we'll be there in a minute." He turns back to Robert, sneaking one more kiss. "Merry Christmas then."

"Merry Christmas Aaron."

[theficplug]

Date Night with The Dragos

warnings: SMUT , So 18+ as always . 

Viktor Drago x Black Reader

(reader has a cute little night in with her husband)

other fics in the same timeline: mine , holidays with the dragos 

You add a little mascara to your bottom lashes before starting to slick your hair into a bun. You start your livestream.

“Okay y’all so we didn’t do a live for Christmas cause our little cherub was born right before Thanksgiving. Can you believe it?” you ask while waving at the camera and showing the screen the little shoes on the bathroom counter for the baby that’s probably too big for him to wear now but you’re just so excited for him to wear his little Doc Martens.

“How do you feel about this dress? I feel like it’s just right for the occasion but it feels a little silly to be wearing it indoors but I for damn sure wasn’t taking any risks with going out ri. So Restaurant A La Drago it its” 

You watch as the hearts pop up across the screen and the sweet comments about how you’re glowing and a few questions about Viktor.

“It’s actually date night so he’s downstairs cooking, again and will probably pop his head in at any minute to check on us. Can you believe he just made it in town yesterday? Safe to say I won at life with that one. He’s a complete papa bear and doesn’t even let us out of his sight when he’s here. But, we are still in a pandemic of course. So, date night will be at home. I think he’s trying to make sort of pasta, shrimp alfredo and some other food. I won’t bother him but I wanted to just come on for a bit and say a very late Happy New Year! I also promised y’all a “Plus Size Sex Q&A” so here we are.” you tell your viewers and instantly you see the questions start to pop up on the screen and one catches your eye. 

"Okay boo so you're saying that you're nervous about letting your man go down on you because of your double chin and fupa? He knows what you look like. He sees you regularly and he knows how beautiful you are , regardless. How they gon’ get offended cause you're living your best life and you’re extra plushy? Any man worth a damn is going to worship and taste the rainbow like the goddess you are. He better lift and push. Lift and stroke or he can lift the key to the door and go ‘cause you don’t have time for someone that makes you feel bad about your body. Simple. How are you gonna beat eggs if you aint got a handle to hold on to?  Also on that same topic. I notice a lot of women talk about wanting to taste like pastries, candy, or some sort of fruit. And I'm like, baby if he wanted a fruit basket he better hit up Edible Arrangements. He/she/they already know what's up. Same with hair. They better call you their little furby and call it a day. As long as you're clean and healthy.  We are adults. It’s your choice. Men who have a problem with this, cum probably taste radioactive. You’re just fine." You say supportively as the positive comments and questions pour through the section at the bottoms of the screen. 

'How about riding your man when you're plus size?' the next question sticker you selected was put up onto the screen for everyone to see. 

"I know that a lot of us are worried about this because one, Megan Knees are few and far in between. And two, we don't wanna feel like we're "crushing" them. So I feel like the best way for both of us is to kind of have him on the edge of the bed so that way you can place one foot on the floor and ooh make sure you grab a pillow! That way you can have your other knee next to his hip and on top of a pillow. So you're not putting your weight on him but not all the pressure is on your knees either. So you can go for longer and snatch his soul." You say giggling at the last bit.

At this point you hadn't noticed Viktor had come up to the bathroom to ask you if you wanted a snack, but he didn't want to interrupt your time with your viewers. 

He stood there admiring how you looked in your new dress. His gaze was all over you as he watched you in your element. Viktor didn’t even think that he had the words to describe the feeling of butterflies sitting in the pit of his stomach like he’s meeting you for the first time in the elevator at that press conference. 

"I also saw that question about the girls, the boobs not being perky and being afraid to just free them during. But like-"Do my titties hang low?  Do they wobble to and fro? Can you tie ‘em in a knot? Can you put ‘em in a bow? YES." You say laughing softly as the 😂 emojis start to pop up in the comment section

"Yes , they do and you know what? They fit in Vik’s hands just the same as all the others."  You say and you hear his coughing from the doorway . You turn to look at him already turning red as you smile at him.

"What's the topic for today? What are you talking about up here?" He asks with a small smirk and a blush across his cheeks. 

You stop and look at him for a moment dressed in a nice crisp grey button up with dark grey pants that had his thighs looking right. He even wore dress shoes as if you were actually going out.

"Look at you! I haven’t seen you out of gym clothes in so long. You look so damn handsome babe! They were saying that they're sometimes a little insecure about letting their guy see all of them because their boobs sag. . . Mine are here to feed Andrii. Don't nobody have time to have a bra on to pretend that they’re perky. Then it’s digging into my shoulders and my back rolls and I can’t even focus on what’s going on in front of me. It’s about your comfort and pleasure too.” you say and you read the comments of people complimenting you on settling on the Andrii’s name and saying how much they feel validated and seen. 

Viktor places soft kisses along your shoulder and neck before looking up at you and nodding. “You’re right. At the end of the day we are just glad to be seeing titties. It doesn't matter where they sit on your body.” 

You look at him and fall out laughing at him saying titties but nodding along with what he’s saying. 

“Do you remember- Okay this is too much information but do you remember when we first started talking and you said you’d never cu-” you are cut off by him kissing you and you giggle into his mouth knowing that he gets shy easily and don’t want them knowing his business.

He wraps his arms around you hugging you from behind in front of the large mirror before leaning down to the baby swing that’s to the left of you to look at Andrii asleep and clutching his blanket. 

“I would say that a lot of guys are , what is the word for it ? I’m trying to say that they want their girls to have the “perfect” everything. Perfectly curvy with no stretch marks or cellulite or anything else. But half of them are out here smelling like cheese with dirty socks. I stay in the gym at least 6 out of the 7 days of the week because of my career and I’m still saying don’t worry about them. None of that matters because when you find the right one for you. They’re going to want to be all up on you. But forewarning, this is the result-'' Viktor explains chuckles lowly as he turns your phone to Andrii. 

You shake your head and laugh softly at your man standing and reading the comments of how cute Andrii is and how much he looks just like Viktor. 

“Can y’all believe that? 9 months of literally feeling like I was growing an alien just for him to come out looking just like his papa. His full name is Andrii Viktor Ivan Drago, yes.” you say answer one of the questions about if you still wanted his middle name to be Viktor. 

“I’m sorry that I couldn’t do more because it is date night and y’all can’t see it right now but the way that this man got his giant hand tapping on my butt is letting me know that he wants me to wrap it up. So, I hope you have a good day and a new year full of good love and blessings on blessings.” you say to them before blowing them kisses and telling Viktor to say bye.

He couldn’t wait for you to turn off the instagram live so that he could love on you. 

“Damn I love you. You look so good. You always look good but you look amazing tonight. I’m sorry I couldn’t take you out but let me put Andrii in his bed so that I can show you what I’ve got for you, beautiful.” Viktor says to you before carefully leaning down to scoop Andrii out of the swing.

You meet Viktor downstairs with the baby monitor in hand and he tells you to close your eyes as he walks you over to the kitchen. 

“Okay, open. Don’t roast me but I tried.” he says as he takes his hands off of your eyes. 

As you open them, the candles and rose petals come into view. He decorated the living room with bouquets of flowers for you and candles with blankets, pillows, and movies set up near the tv. Dinner was already set up on the table with candles lit and the wine glasses already full. 

He even got the fireplace going. It was the little things that won you over with him. 

“Why would I roast you? It’s perfect, thank you bae! I love it and you.” you voiced as Viktor looks at you smiling all shyly. This giant ass boxer was a giddy little thing around his wife that he adored more than anything and getting praises from you was his favourite thing next to being a papa.

“That’s not it though. These are for you. I know that I didn’t have a chance to get you a “push gift” like you we were talking about. Hell, I was just hoping that I would make Andrii’s birth in time. The press for the fight again Adonis was crazy. But I ordered these like a week ago and was waiting for the right moment.” he explains and you eye him for a moment because this almost felt like when he put the box in your hand when he proposed. 

As you opened the first box the diamond necklace sparkled instantly under the kitchen lights along with the matching earrings and your arms instantly went around his neck to pull him in for a hug.

“These are beautiful, baby! Thank you.” You say to him before he takes it out of the box and places the set on you. 

“I meeaaannan I can be romantic or whatever.” he says jokingly using your phrase and he leans down to kiss you sweetly before asking if you’re hungry. 

“This smells and looks so good. I can’t believe you pulled it off bae.” you compliment him and he lets out a low chuckle as he shovels a fork of pasta into his mouth. 

Other couples usually did the sitting across the table thing from each other but you two were so clingy with each other that you had to sit next to each other.

You sat leaning into him while twirled some of the pasta onto the fork and fed it to you. 

“Nah, I fucked up while I was trying to add the sauce . I had to call the italian restaurant down the street from us but it’s still good, yes?” he asks and you nod before opening the other container. 

“Is this chocolate mousse?” you question and he laughs loudly knowing you’re about to go in.

The silence falls over both of you and you take his hand in yours when you notice that he’s deep in thought. 

“Do you remember what I told you, yes? There is no shame here. What is there to be ashamed of? You are my champion.  Win or lose. Belt or no belt. One loss to Adonis doesn’t make that any less true. I didn’t need to watch a single match to know that. I love you, and honestly you made enough money off of that match to retire and never have to step foot in the ring again. I’ve been thinking about it. If you wanted to go after your own dreams and not what your father wanted. I’d be behind you 100 percent.” you reassure him and he drops his head to your shoulder before leaning up to kiss you softly. 

“I’ll think about it...I love you. ” he replies quietly before you break the little bit of tension by asking him to pass you the mousse. 

Dinner went by so lovely with your man after getting the elephant in the room out of the way. It was just nice to enjoy him and his conversation after so long of him being away and you being focused on your work and Andrii. 

He really is the sweetest as he cleared the table and stood by the sink about to wash the dishes. 

You swayed your hips to the music as you sauntered over to him. The wine was already flowing through your system as you hugged him from behind. 

You take the towel out of his hand. He relaxes against you and lets out a breath as your hands run down his chest and to his stomach while you sway with him to the melody.

“What are you up to, wife?” he asks as he watches your hands travel to the button of his pants and undo them before slowly gliding your hand across his bulge, giving it a soft squeeze.

“Is this for me?” you tease as you begin to pump him slowly and you drop down in front of him. 

You kiss the head of his dick before kissing the side and licking a strip up the underside of him. 

“Just wanna thank you for all that you do for us. I really got the best husband in the world. You’re so good to me.” you say to him knowing that his praise kink is about to go into overdrive. 

“I vowed to take care of you. I intend to honour that… In all ways.” he says with a smirk while he’s cupping your chin and running his thumb across your cheek. 

“Let me take care of you right now.” you say laughing softly before running his tip across your lips and suckling softly before taking him into your mouth slowly to not gag as you glide him further. 

“God daaaammnn” was all he managed to say as you begin to slurp him down and bob your head . At this point you were an expert at breathing through your nose and throating all of him effortlessly. 

You look up at him through your lashes and wide eyed as you watch him grip the sink and thrust his hip using your mouth as much as he needs. You put your hands behind your back and let him work. 

He was already biting and licking his lips while moaning your name brokenly before asking you to stop after a few minutes. 

You let your lips trail over him slowly as you pull off with a pop and look up at him with a pout.

“You didn’t like it papi?” you tease him as you massage his thigh with one hand and continue to stroke him with the other.

He laughs deeply at the little pout on your lips as he wipes the mascara that smeared a little and he runs his thumb across your lip before pulling you up to him. 

“You’re such a lil tease. Come here.” 

He helps you wriggle out of your dress while you unbutton his shirt and push his boxers down further. 

Viktor aint waste no time lifting you off your feet and onto him. He walks you over to the huge pile of blankets and pillows in front of the fireplace.

He laid you in front of him as he planted heated kisses from your lips to your neck, to each of your breasts as he reached behind you and unclipped your bra, tossing it to the side. As he leaned down to softly lick over your nipples knowing that they’re a little sensitive he takes his time as you moan softly and lay your head back.

This man was going to be the death of you as he started trailing his tongue down your stomach and pulling the bright scarlet red lace thong you were wearing down your thick legs. 

He grabbed one of the pillows that was off to the side and put it under the lower part of your back. He wastes no time lifting your leg up to him and licks your inner thigh. 

He places a kiss to your other one and licks at your calf before laying in between your legs. He grips your hips and brings you up to his mouth to devour. 

Viktor grabs the back of your thighs , squeezing gently as he nibbles and suckles your clit into his mouth and swirls his tongue around it before licking between your folds and sliding his tongue into you at a rhythm that has you writhing and trying to wrap your thighs around him as he pushes deeper into you. 

You let out a low broken whine as he slides his hands from your hips up your sides and to your breasts to hold on. He lets go of one as he brings his hands to your mouth to get his fingers nice and wet when you suck on them. 

He brings them down to massage you while his tongue never falters and you are lifting your hips off of the pillow while warning him that you were close. 

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop. I’m almost there.” 

All you could do was close your eyes and lay your head back as you try to push his head off of you and he locks his arm around your waist. He didn’t stop until his beard was glistening with the essence of you and he sighed happily against you when you came. He placed soft kisses to you as he let go of your waist.

“Good girl. You made a mess, huh?” Viktor says massaging your thighs and he gives you a second to catch your breath as you sit up and kiss him bringing him down to lay on top of you and capture your lips in his, sloppily.

He slips his tongue into your mouth and you can taste yourself on it as his hands wander down your body massages over every roll, every dip, every crevice of your beautiful brown skin. 

You didn’t even need to make sure that he was fully where he needed to be because you could feel him resting heavily on your stomach as he grinded against you and kissed you back. 

Viktor pulls one of your legs onto his shoulder and then the other as he stroked himself for a moment before pushing into you. He turns his head to kiss your ankle as he rolls his hips into you. You can feel him pulsing inside of you as his strong thrusts sent you into a world of ecstasy. 

With a  slight sheet of sweat already adorning his beautiful chiseled body . You scraped your acrylic nails down his abs and watched them clench and his hips stuttered for a moment as he licked over his lips and chuckles when he shudders at your touch. You drag the nails over his thighs and let out a loud whine of his name when he finds your spot. 

“Fuck, fuck.” is all that he managed to say as he watched your breasts bounced from the force of his quickened, deeper thrusts before his eyes settle on yours. 

You stare into his emerald greens all glossy eyed and his reddened lips all puffy from you sucking on them. He had a hickey forming right above his trimmed patch from you suckling there earlier before taking him into your mouth. 

He falls over you resting his weight on his arms as his biceps flex and he leans down to kiss you again.

He hisses as his muscles tense and he leans down to nip at your neck. 

You rest your hand on his hip and push him back for a second. 

“You still sore?” you ask referring to his last fight that took place two days ago and he hadn’t had time for an ice bath or to get a deep tissue massage. 

“I’m alright. Damn you’re gripping my shit like a vice. Feels good?” he asked smiling softly, always aiming to please. 

You nod and push his hips back before letting him slowly pull out. 

As you moved him he looked confused for a second before you placed two pillows under his knees and laid on your stomach and pushed your hips back waiting for him. You reached back to grab his arm gently and lock it around your waist again. 

Viktor chuckles softly before letting out a “thank you baby”.  

He runs his dick against you for a moment getting it wet before gliding into you fully and effortlessly. 

His hands rubbing from the back of your thighs, to your cheeks, and up your back as he lays on grips your chin as he buries himself into you at a slow even pace, letting you adjust to him.

You both let out a loud drawn out moan and you hold onto the pillow in front of you while his thrusts begin to quicken. 

His strong thighs were hitting the back of yours with his powerful thrusts . You let out little soft squeals and moans as you rotate your hips to meet his thrusts and you swear this man was growling at this point when you lean back against his chest and gripped his thigh while he pummeled into you. 

As you gripped his thigh he brought his hands down your body and leaned up for a second into the bag sitting off to the side and grabbed the mini vibrator on it and dragged it from your nipples down your stomach to settle on your clit as he pushed into you once, twice, and by the third time you were already falling forward before he catches you and his fist hits the ground as his own orgasm crashes over him like a tidal wave. 

You let out a content hum/sigh as your eyes flutter closed and Viktor peppers kisses on your skin as he fucks both of you through it. 

“Love you. Love you.” he whispers into your ear and you silently thank your doctor for recommending a new type of birth control ‘cause this man would’ve given you triplets on this round. 

He sat the vibrator aside and rocked his hips at a slower pace as he massaged your back and gently pulled out. You could feel him dragging against your walls as he did and that made you shiver a bit. 

Viktor quickly turned you around to look at you and smile at you all fucked out and lovingly. 

You give him a small smile and place your hands on his cheeks just sharing a loving moment with him before he brings your hands down to his heart and places them there. You know what he meant as he closed his eyes and just relished in the moment for a second . Thinking about how blessed he was to have someone to love him the way that you do. 

He finally presses kisses to your hands and leans down to kiss you before telling you he’ll be right back. 

Viktor’s gone for a moment to grab a warm cloth, boxers for himself, check on Andrii, and grab a silk gown for you before returning to check on you. 

He wraps you in his arms after cleaning up and you two talk by the fireplace for who knows how long as he tells you he thinks he’s done with boxing for good. 

You reassure him that you’ll be there when Ivan ultimately has a heart attack over it and you’ll both get through whatever may come , together as always. 

(unedited so there might be some typos lol. also sorry for posting this on a sunday enjoy! lol. 

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candy hearts — TEASER

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pairing: choi yeonjun x reader

genre: childhood best friends to lovers au, fluff, angst

wc: tbd (projected to be 10k+)

summary: spending valentine's day with your best friend had become a sort of tradition for ever since you were seven years old. despite the twists and turns in your friendship as both of you grew up, the one thing that never changed was the box of candy hearts that he placed in your hands every year.

warnings: tbd, none in this snippet

TEASER

tuesday, february 14th; age 12

you leaned your head against your palm as you zoned out in your last period class. science had never been your favorite subject, even less so given that your teacher had been informally dubbed the school's wack job. 

as the day had dragged on, you realized that the holiday wasn't as widely celebrated in middle school. the so-called 'special' day was reserved solely for the few couples on campus, most of which had been dating for only a couple weeks. you bet most would be broken up by next month, the typical cycle for immature, hormone-riddled relationships. 

but back to your science class.

you felt your eyes nearly roll into your skull as your teacher excitedly explained the concept of genetics and punnet squares. what a riveting topic to listen to for an hour on valentine's day. however, you couldn't focus on his boisterous ramblings when your mind was chock-full of bitter thoughts of how your best friend had decided that he couldn't be seen with you at school. 

okay, maybe not back to your science class. you were too distracted, too bothered, to concentrate.

because while yeonjun had promised to not leave you behind in middle school, it grew exceedingly obvious, as the year went on, that he had lied straight to your face. this holiday was only a painful reminder of that fact.

you couldn't entirely blame him, though, the vast sea of middle school causing you to slowly drift apart from each other as you both tried to find where you fit in. he had made new friends easily, the shy boy you once knew emerged from his shell, countless peers recognizing him for his impressive talents in baseball, in dance, in singing, the list could go on. he was good at everything that he tried his hand at, and by the middle of seventh grade, he had become the campus' golden boy. even the eighth graders knew him!

this came with a cost, however, and that was leaving you, his best friend of five years, behind (for the most part, at least).

you had found your own friends, of course. you had to, or else you would have been deemed a loner, and no one wants to be a loner in middle school. it was uncomfortable, having to talk to people you had never interacted with beforehand. despite this, you had found yourself a little group through your art class: yeri, chaeyoung, and yuqi. they had welcomed you into their trio easily. though it felt weird to have friends other than yeonjun for the first time, you were happy. well, uh, besides the whole yeonjun thing.

with only one class with him, it was easy to not speak to each other during school. your hangouts were now confined to after school, when he wasn't surrounded by his new friends and could make time for you. you never tried to talk to him about it, scared that he'd twist your words and it would destroy what semblance of friendship that remained between you. honestly, you wished that you could go back to elementary school, when things were easier, when you could talk to him at school without worrying about the consequences of doing so. 

yet you knew it wasn't that easy. this wasn't elementary school anymore.

your eyes subconsciously trailed over to the boy in question. you were supposed to hang out with him after school, but there was always that one insecurity that rattled around your mind:

what if this was the year that he finally blew you off? for good? 

you shook your head, going back to the worksheet your teacher had passed out as you were distracted by your thoughts. punnet squares, okay. one parent with a dominant and recessive gene, one parent with two recessive genes. now fill in the squares…

"hey, y/n."

your head shot up from at the sound of his voice. eyes wide at the fact that he was speaking to you at school. it had been months since he had last done so.

"oh, hi yeonjun. what did you need?" you sent him a tight smile, not that he noticed. twelve year-old boys were never most observant.

he placed a box of candy hearts, the same thing he gifted you every year, on top of your desk. it was blank, no message or name in sight.

"i wanted to give you this before i forgot and it got crushed in my backpack." his voice quietened, almost as if he didn't want anyone to hear what he had to say next, "we're still hanging out after school, right? like we always do?"

you nodded, and he shot you a small smile, "great, thanks."

he walked away. as soon as he sat back down in his seat, his friends were punching at his shoulder, teasing him, asking him if he was dating you. you could hear it all from where you were sitting, but you wished you couldn't after what he said next.

"me? with her? no way, we're just friends. i could never see her like that."

you never truly realized how much he truly meant to you until you no longer hung out until after school, but this? this hurt. it made your chest ache when you saw his borderline disgusted face at the insinuation that you were dating each other. what was so bad about you for him to have that reaction? was it your hair, your face, your acne? you found yourself mentally paging through every possible flaw you saw in yourself until the bell rang, signalling the end of school. 

yuqi walked up to you at the front of campus, immediately spotting the forlorn look on your face, "hey, you good?"

"uh, yeah, i guess. listen, i have to go meet up with yeonjun. catch you later?" you asked.

"yeonjun, huh? are you sure you're not dating him?" she smirked, and you rolled your eyes, your mood worsening even more.

"we're just friends," you spat, turning away from her, "he'd never like me like that, anyway. i have no chance with him. i'll see you later, yuqi."

the further you walked, the worse you felt about how you spoke to yuqi. she didn't deserve to deal with the brunt of your wrath, it was uncalled for. you wanted to run back to school and apologize, but you were sure she had already been picked up.

you'd have to make it up to her tomorrow.

as you neared the supermarket a few blocks down the street from school, you could see yeonjun waiting near the entrance, his foot tapping against the sidewalk impatiently. his bike sat next to him, which explained how he arrived much earlier than you.

"took you long enough," he teased as you approached, but you didn't answer, only sending him a half-hearted smile in return. his grin fell, eyebrows now furrowed. oh, now he noticed how you were feeling? typical. "you okay?"

that was the second time you had been asked that now. you wanted to say no, you definitely were not okay, that it hurt to hear him say those words earlier, that it hurt that you couldn't even talk to him during school. you wanted to tell him that you felt abandoned, you wanted to tell him that he broke the promise he made a year ago, that ever since the first day of seventh grade you felt left behind. you wanted to ask him why he even bothered hanging out with you when he couldn't bother even speaking to you at school.

but you didn't.

instead, you plastered an artificial smile on your face, trying to make your voice sound a little more energetic than you felt, "yeah! i guess i'm just tired. science wasn't exactly fun today, y'know?"

"tell me about it," he laughed as he walked beside you, easily accepting your excuse without prying. you wished that he would have pried. "he's the weirdest teacher i've ever had, i can't believe he hasn't been fired yet."

"right?" you replied as you walked down the aisle full of candy. you picked out one of the overpriced boxes of heart-shaped chocolates before walking up to the register. you tried to hand some of your money to the lady helping you, but yeonjun swatted your hand away.

"nuh-uh, you're not paying for this," he argued.

"but-"

"no."

you visibly deflated, scrunching your nose at him in distaste. he simply grinned at you in response.

"ah, young love," the cashier sighed as she took yeonjun's money. your heart clenched, thanking her before you two walked outside again, the air cool against your skin, the sun glaring into your eyes, the weather the complete opposite of your mood. you glanced over at yeonjun. you wondered why he hadn't protested when she said that. you didn't ask.

his hand found yours, dragging you around the corner behind the building. your heart raced, skin heating up slightly at the contact. your reaction couldn't have meant anything. no, you couldn't like him like that. you were friends, nothing more, nothing less.

as you sat next to each other behind the supermarket, unwrapping and eating the chocolate that he had bought you just a few minutes ago, you realized that you really couldn't deny it anymore: you were in love with choi yeonjun, your best friend, and you couldn't do anything about it.

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[titleleaf]

OTP/Shipping positivity post! 💖:

Being as it’s That Time of Year, how would your OTP help each other through the seasonal blahs?

Thank you so much for this ask! I'm in the most multishipping random assortment of fandoms right now so here you get three completely unrelated and hilariously untenable pairings:

Hickey/Crozier: My first impulse is "handies and blowies" but really I think Hickey's imagination of how their relationship is going to go before it really goes off the rails is all about building an advantageous rapport with Crozier. I feel like Hickey is incredible at cards but there's probably a bit of a gap between what he's playing for fun/to fleece his friends and what Crozier plays for fun... though given Crozier's a career Navy dude, maybe not? If they had to overwinter together alone in some kind of last-two-survivors/separated-from-the-crew situation I feel like Hickey would be really pretty engaged with Crozier's own life story as Francis himself narrates it, even if he's interpreting it through his own "wow, we're totally soulmates" lens. Also telling Crozier all about his favorite cold-weather city foods like pea soup and eels while Crozier grudgingly tries to catch a seal for dinner.

Richard II/Anne of Bohemia: These two definitely have the most robust winter blahs programming and I think some of it is how spread out the medieval European Christmas season could get -- especially Epiphany, since that's also Richard's birthday. It's still a cold, bleak time of year in this hemisphere though, especially with stone floors, so I feel like they get through it via communal storytelling, fur-lined everything, and co-sleeping. The traditional labors of the months have January marked out for feasting (for rich people at least) and chopping wood/spinning wool/desperately trying to avoid going outside to pee (for normal people -- no kidding about that last one, the Hennessey Hours have some great sneaky peeing) but I feel like there's only so much feasting and socialization you can do especially as a courtly couple, so I picture some judicious retreating together and being as antisocial as possible in their position.

Phil Burbank/Peter Gordon: Figuring out what they'd do on the ranch during the winter season is my obsession. There's a really wonderful fic (tentaclemonster's "sole focus") where Peter contrives for him and Phil to spend the Christmas holiday together alone, and it's got me really thinking about what Phil does all winter when he's out there just like, not bathing and everything. (It sounds like winter in cattle ranching is a big season for the kind of repairs and preparatory work there's not time for otherwise, but you're also keeping everything fed and apparently cattle are fucking??? And some places have winter calves???? Listen, I don't know the first thing about cattle, but I fucking love the idea of surprise calves.) So if they both survive til then and Peter's back from college it's a very different daily rhythym -- Phil's pissy and stir-crazy, while I do think Peter would be perfectly happy to just lock himself up with his books until it's time to head back to school, and that makes for a perfect time to either genuinely bond over a shared activity Peter can find proficiency in or get locked in an absolutely insane battle of wills while everyone else in the household is desperately just trying to have a nice Christmas. Both of which are just perfect for me.

[shleepys]

AYYYY I hope you all were safe over the holidays and continue to stay safe over these next few months! Right now my state is dealing with record high covid numbers and a bunch of snow, might be different for you guys but hey, even though we're kicking off the start of a new year we still have to be aware of what's been going on and continue to push through it. But yeah!

We can finally reveal for the @harringroveholidayexchange, so I hope you enjoy what I made for the amazing @catharrington! I don't know how everyone else is formatting theirs if they did fic and art but I'm going to put both here! 💕

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Overlooked

prompt! - I’ve always loved the differences in the two boys while growing up, I imagine Steve having huge Christmas parties with champagne flutes and the works and Billy being invited and happy to spend time with Steve, he really is!, it’s just a lot he isn’t used to. All up to author interpretations: make as fluffy or angsty as you want ;)

summary! - Steve forgets they were supposed to hang out elsewhere while his parents threw their annual Christmas party and agrees to stay.

Luckily, Billy doesn’t mind!

The only problem is, they don’t get to hang out... and Billy starts to feel overlooked.

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Billy couldn’t be more out of place.

Parties were his thing, don’t get that wrong. He could get drunk, smoke, fuck, do whatever and if Steve was with him, only then it was infinitely better. 

But this wasn’t a party. Not the party he knew. It felt more like a corporate gathering or a birthday for someone he didn’t know and he only ended up on the list because his boyfriend’s involved. Which wouldn’t be a problem if everyone around him wasn’t two to three times his age and he actually got to hang out with said boyfriend. 

But it’s fine. It’s been fine so far.

Crystal champagne flutes and ugly holiday sweaters just aren’t necessarily Billy’s forte. He can’t fathom how much Steve’s parents spent on this party alone and can only bet that it cost more than the monthly payment for the house on Cherry Road. Not that he has much resentment towards what Steve’s parents do with their money but it just seems… unnecessary. 

He takes a sip from his flute, rustling the jacket resting on his lap before leaning further into the sofa to try and wait this out despite already being here for what seems like hours. Billy gradually looks up again and stares into the other room where he can see Steve and his parents.

He can’t see their faces, but he can see Steve’s. Their backs are turned to him - Steve’s off to the side - they’re merely silhouettes so he can’t tell if his parents are just being gregarious or snobby. Then again, neither of them really talk about their parents so Billy has no clue.

Billy watches as a couple leaves, the discomfort continues to overrule Steve’s face as suddenly another appears and the cycle starts over again for what seems about the hundredth time. He huffs, kicking the shagged carpet beneath him before lowly cursing himself out. Should he have reminded him what they were going to do tonight? Or would Steve have rather stayed here? 

He can’t tell whether or not Steve’s just over some of the pretentious attitudes and comments he’s overheard in the past hour or that he’s trying to break the chain and get over to him so they can do something together. He could always get drunk and wait for Steve to get done, he knows where the brunette keeps a bottle of scotch that he stole from his dad’s liquor cabinet in the office. 

He blinks, lips sucked in to form a seal as he thinks. “Should I go home?” Billy whispers, soft and hurt. There’s not really a point in staying and maybe he can see if Jonathan has anything new to smoke. Deep, contemplative breath.

Billy stands up and discards his glass on the side table next to him before throwing on his coat and grabbing his scarf. Everything from then to going outside flashed by like a blur, nothing of importance really stricken in his mind other than colored sweaters and the sheen of champagne glasses hitting his eye. His breath is almost heavy as he opens the door and a wave of ice rushes over him. It bites at his nose, almost makes him want to itch it but he ventures out regardless. Billy slowly closes it behind him.

Billy sighed softly, eyes falling to the ground. It’s been snowing all day. Coming and going with the wind and dusting every road, house, and tree with freckles of white. Granted, everything was coated before it got too dark and hopefully, the roads weren’t iced over for any of the poor drunks inside. Steam rolled from his mouth as he exhaled before taking a deep breath. Billy threw the end of his scarf over his shoulder and looked out where his car should be, a somber smile passing his lips but twisting into a frown. Steve told him he could park where his family parks.

His feet felt like they were superglued to the deck, that, or like boulders had been tied to the ends of them. Billy bit his bottom lip and fidgeted with his coat pockets, sort of kicked the snow from under him.

He swallowed hastily, a lump bouncing in his throat as he looked out again. Couldn’t pinpoint the emotion to anything else but a pang of burning guilt. Maybe he should have just gone up to him, shouldn’t have made a big deal out of feeling left out, taken him away from his parents so they could go upstairs or leave.

Someone jerked open the sliding doors. Light poured from the inside, Billy twisted around to identify the backlit figure expecting a drunk only to find a breathless, seemingly worried Steve. Billy wanted to furrow his brows and walk off into the snow where he knew damn well Steve wouldn’t go into with house shoes on, but for some reason, he stayed put. Watches as Steve shuts the door behind him and rubs at his arm.

“What are you doing out here?”

Billy doesn’t respond.

Steve seems to catch on, and their eyes lock. 

There have been times when Billy goes outside during a party to catch his breath, maybe sneak around back to talk to Steve about one thing or another, maybe drunkenly make out and hope no one was watching or Tommy had their back. But they hadn’t been to a party for a long while, not since September. And, Billy doesn’t just bring his car keys with him to ‘catch his breath’.

Billy broke contact with a sharp ‘huh’. “Did you forget about me?"

“What? No! Why would you think that?” Steve shuddered, pulling his hands into his sleeves.

Billy looked back up with dagger-like eyes, “Because it seems an awfully lot like you did.”

“Well, I didn’t.”

He could bite back, the very opportunity hanging in front of his nose. But he didn’t. Instead, a familiar quiver caught his lip. Lingering feelings creeping up and forcing his hand to itch at his pocket. Billy shook his head, eyes falling to the ground. 

Steve frowned, aware of the events to follow. He’s known the other long enough to recognize the outline of Marlboros in any pocket. Deep down wishes there was some other habit Billy bid in, but that’s a matter of discussion that needs to be saved for later.

Eventually, the pack came out. Steve chewed on the inside of his cheek as he watched Billy, his lighter flaring until the end emitted a pale red before shakily tucking it away. He shook his head again slow and somber like. 

“I’m sorry.” Billy started, hands moving along with his words. “And it’s not that I don’t want to be here. You’re just,” he sighed, “busy.”

Steve’s lips sealed tightly at the comment. He saw the discomfort present in the other’s sentences, could feel guilt churn in the pit of his stomach. Thing is Steve wasn’t the slightest bit spiteful, he was pissed at himself for not taking action to check up on the other. Not considering bringing another friend with them in case something like this happened. He’s upset because they were supposed to do something together tonight besides this but he forgot and agreed to be here. Steve watched him take a drag, self-spite running through his veins. 

The corners of Steve’s eyes pinched, his throat tightening as he spoke, “No, I’m sorry! This sucks, this whole thing has sucked. I stressed myself out over decorating for the party and was so excited to hang out! I didn’t mean to agree but I forgot! And mom and dad keep introducing me to people. I- I wanted to spend time with you! I didn’t want to be here!” Steve took a step forward before shaky inhale. “This is my fault, this shouldn’t have happened.”

The next few seconds were the two boys staring at one another, each waiting on the other to say something. Billy was at a loss. Steve had a million thoughts streaming through his mind, hoping that the blonde wouldn’t just turn away and leave. 

Eventually, Billy glanced at the door, peering through to check if the blinds were shut as a faint smile appeared. Billy’s lips pressed against Steve’s before he could protest, his hand meeting to cup the brunette’s jaw and brush over the apple of his cheek with his calloused thumb and cigarette in the other. Steve’s tears wetted his cheeks, he didn’t mind it all that much. The shock melted into comfort as Steve cherished the kiss, pouted when Billy slowly pulled away from him. The slight tinge of champagne lingering on the other’s lips, the heat of their bodies giving them a little warmth.

Billy craned his head - albeit Steve was taller - until their foreheads met. 

“Don’t apologize. I get it.” Billy whispered. Steve gave a small, dismissive ‘huff’.

“My boyfriend should come before a stupid party. I should have told them otherwise.” 

Billy shook his head. “The party’s nice. You beat yourself up too much over this kind of stuff, I forget things too. Remember the creek?” 

Steve giggled, lips twisting into a smile. “In July when you were supposed to meet me there and didn’t show up? And I stayed there all night?”

Billy frowned as he thought into it, the bitter call at one in the morning that turned into a week of not talking to one another. It ended nicely though - if ‘nice’ was drunk car sex in the middle of the woods. There wasn’t much of an apology there but hey, they’re still trying to work on things and figure out how exactly relationships work because they aren’t exactly a sixty-year-old couple with forty years of experience behind the boy’s backs.

“I still owe you for that. Sorry.” His eyes fell to the deck as he pulled his head away, bumping his cigarette against his finger and watching the ash fall.

After Steve noticed the shift he got quiet, frowned, and eyes followed Billy’s to the wooden boards below. “Don’t apologize,” Steve echoed with a light smile. Gently Steve grabbed Billy’s scarf and drew him in for a slower, deeper kiss. 

People forget things, that’s human nature. And sometimes they can be a bit dumb about it too. But this was going to be the boy’s first Christmas, granted it wasn’t exactly Christmas yet, but it was important to them both. Spending time with a significant other on a holiday was amazing even if they can’t shout it out to everyone they know. 

These moments always have a sort of energy to them. When the boys share a wordless amalgamation of self-deprecating thoughts after ‘messing something up’ and those little habits come out to bite to express those thoughts oh so clearly.  It’s a ball of weird energy that shines in self-hate that the two have been working to eliminate and hey, they’ve gotten pretty far! But, it’s still there. Smiling in the corner of the boy’s minds. Ready to strike at any moment. It’s just a lot smaller now. 

Because again, don’t have the forty years and that’s perfectly valid even if the two don’t seem to realize it.

Billy leaned into the sweet kiss before Steve drew back. Billy chuckled and wrapped his arms around the other as he tucked his face into Steve’s neck. Steve shook again, this time cuddling up to the other and ravishing in the heat and short breaths coming out of them both.

“I wanna go inside,” Steve mumbled, rubbing at the other’s back.

Billy laughed and slowly pulled away to look at Steve. “Too cold?” 

“I’m in a sweater and sweatpants,” Steve pulled on his scarf again and toyed with the frayed ends. The grin Billy responded with brimmed with bliss, his hand roaming up and held the other’s with a firm hold,

“I’ll meet you inside.”

Steve had ventured back into the party while Billy snuffed his cigarette into the deck, eventually, the two found one another next to the food Steve’s parents had catered instead of cooking this year. Only thing that wasn’t in foil baking trays was the Christmas cookies that Billy had been dying to try ever since Steve brought them up at the beginning of December. Drinks clattered in group cheers from the surrounding areas, the smooth music now bearable. He never expected that a party this foreign to him would turn out for the better. Never thought he would feel… like a part of it? The crystal flutes, richies, and overall appeal still don’t rock with him, but with Steve, he has someone there for him. And that’s all Billy could ever ask for.

Thankfully, he didn’t feel like he was going to projectile vomit champagne anymore… the nausea sort of faded after Steve kissed him outside. Billy turned to Steve, noting the rosy shade still dancing on the apples of his cheeks from outside.

“Your sweater isn’t that ugly,” Billy emphasized, chewing on an ornament-shaped cookie.

Steve shook his head with an amused sigh, sweeping the crumbs from his shirt. “This isn’t that kind of party, if it was I would’ve had you help me make one.”

“Are you sure? Because I don’t think Karen from Fiance got the memo.” Billy pointed into the crowd at the woman in question. Her sweater took the cake for one of the ugliest, tensile hangs from her torso, lights strung all over, buttons on the brink of falling off. “You think she beats her kids over the head with a bible?” Steve rolled his eyes. Billy smirked at the little glare he’d received. “You should have pulled out your grandmother’s cat vests.” 

Steve gagged, eyes wide and ridden with disgust. “Keep talking and you’re going to make me throw up. I never want to see those again.” Billy snorts and Steve shoves him with a laugh, “It’s not funny!”

“But you’re laughing!” Billy remarks and lightly bumps him back returning the bubbling laughter.

A woman seems to overhear their laughs and spins around with the biggest and brightest grin Billy’s ever seen. It kind of startled him. Doesn’t know who she is, doesn’t care to know until he recognizes the cat vest and how familiar those brown, round doe eyes are. She runs up to them, curls bouncing on her shoulders as she approaches with a drink in hand. Mrs. Harrington gasped, grabbing onto Steve’s sweater with eyes darting between both boys, “Is this Billy?”

Steve smirks and rolls his eyes again. “Hi, Mom. I’m back Mom.” She lightly wacks him in the arm. “Yes! This is Billy.”

Her eyes lit up, dazzled with happiness as she stuck her attention on the blonde as he snuck another cookie in his mouth. “Steve talks about you all the time!”

“What? No, I don’t!” Steve’s eyebrows knit together as he tried to defend himself but deep down knew there was no hope, especially after Billy gave him that smug but appreciative little look as his mom went on her story-telling rampage. 

Billy laughs, almost in disbelief, “Really?”

“He talks about all of his friends, really. But, oh! When it comes to you he goes on and on and on, he really thinks you’re something.” Billy watched as the tips of Steve’s ears tinted themselves red and smirked. An interesting conversation for later. “I’m so upset that I haven’t been able to meet you until now! You two are always out or asleep by the time I get home.”

Billy’s brows quirked in an expression of sarcasm. “Well, thank you for not waking me up at two in the morning to introduce yourself.”

Mrs. Harrington chuckled, shaking her head before putting her hand on Steve’s shoulder. “I’m going to go get another drink. Oh, and Billy!” She paused and made eye contact, “If you want to come over for Christmas, you’re more than welcome too! Just tell Steve so I know.”

Billy’s brows flew upwards, blush rising and Steve picking it up instantly. She waved goodbye before walking around them and going off on her journey into another room. The boys stared again, each waiting on the other to say something until the brunette spoke up.

"She likes you," Steve muttered, ears still red as ever.

"You talk about me to her? I think that's cute."

He huffed. Had to stop himself from leaning against the other to hide his face. "Mom likes knowing what friends are up to."

Billy loosely smiled, slowly bumping into Steve with his hip before getting a light bump back. “You look a lot like her.” Steve shook his head.

“Not as much as my dad,” Steve turned to see if he was there and frowned when he didn’t see the other but slowly faded into a smile. “I don’t know where he is, he would have loved to meet you.”

The boys got quiet again.

Billy cleared his throat, his head tilted down as if to duck away to hide his blush and the movement didn’t go unnoticed by Steve. “About coming over for Christmas-” 

“I want you to.” He softly tugged on his jacket to get his attention. Eventually, Billy made eye contact, grinned with a chuckle following behind. Christmas with Steve? His caring boyfriend, twenty million cookies, a few possible presents, and… some loving parents? 

Billy couldn’t be happier.

[willowstea]

gen 6, love 1-3 (+12, 13 if you want), domestic 8-10

What’s their relationship with each other’s families?

Pre-fic, Josh was super close with Liz's parents, specifically her dad. He calls him "Dad" and everything. They'll play ball when Liz was working late and catch the game. He's a total dear to her mother, though Josh does admit she has some annoying tendencies, but not to the extent Liz sees them. He always calls her Mrs. Vaughn no matter what and nothing can change it. They both like it and it's their thing. Josh has gone no contact with his parents. During fic, we're trying to get there ya know, it's just hard.

Who said “I love you” first?

In canon, Josh does, but in my fic Liz does. First of all, because she knows him, but I think it also makes a nice contrast to the first story, and servers a jumping oof point for their relationship to develop and to grow since they'll both have to adjust. Without giving too much away, Liz does have to reconcile that this Josh isn't her Josh, and they both have to work together to find new ways to work. I think we could say Josh is the first one to say it and mean the you bit because when Liz says it, she's still talking to her old Josh for a long time.

What are their primary love languages?

Liz is words of affirmation and acts of service, while Josh is more touch and quality time.

Who uses cheesy pick-up lines?

Josh ofc. Liz does too, but mostly to tease him

What kind of nicknames do they call each other?

They use some generic pet names, but Liz is not all that into nicknames (besides Liz).

Who remembers the little things?

Well, Liz. She remembers all of it. Even before that, they would both pick up on little things, but Liz was the one to actively make notes of them and remember them while Josh would pick them up over time without realizing it.

How do they celebrate holidays?

Before the kids, just the two of them. Staying in and staying up late watching a movie and cuddling. Now, with the kids, its' a family affair with Liz's family.

Who’s more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning?

Liz. The likelihood of her trying is low, but if she's telling Josh to come back to bed, he's going. On the other hand, Josh has no chance of getting Liz back once she's up.

Who’s the better cook?

Josh. First of all, he values a good home-cooked meal after his time in the military and he's dedicated to making sure both his wife and his sons have good food. He doesn't always have the time, but when he can he does.

Who likes to dance?

Josh does publicly, and only as a joke/dare to embarrass Liz. Truthfully, they're closeted waltzers who will sway around the kitchen in the low light of the evening after the kids have gone to bed.