#hehe soft

Hiccup was finally done with stringing up the last of the Christmas lights when it started to snow. It was nothing heavy, and when he looked up, he felt as if he was in a snow globe. What a peaceful feeling, Hiccup thought, smiling softly.

When he went inside, the feeling of peace turned into one of warmth. Jack was there in a hideous holiday sweater, a record of Bing Crosby’s Christmas hits playing, wrapping presents for the kids he babysits, with Toothless stretching on the carpet. Hiccup leaned on the entryway and watched his boyfriend argue with his best friend about whether hot chocolate or eggnog is the better holiday drink. He silently wished him luck, Astrid was Very Stubborn. She was sitting on the floor, pointing knitting needles threateningly at Jack, forgetting about the yarn in her lap and blue parakeet on her shoulder (Stormfly wasn’t too happy about that).

As he silently enjoyed the warm, fuzzy feeling, Hiccup started to think about when everyone will come. His parents are going to arrive tomorrow, late in the morning, while all his friends are probably going to come when they least expect it. They’ll probably bring their pets, too, so he’ll have to make sure he has all the needed supplies. Most of Jack’s foster family would come tonight, maybe early morning, seeing as a lot of them work at night. All the kids are coming tomorrow, around lunch. He hopes the pizza will arrive on time. Should he have ordered it earlier? The Christmas tree was still undecorated, cause they all decided to do it together, but maybe he should get everything started just to make sure nothing breaks- it wouldn’t be good if somebody got cut on Christmas Eve. Some of the guests don’t really celebrate Christmas, and they said it was fine, but what if-

A hand is waving in front of his face. “Heeyyy, Hics, you finished with the lights?”

Hiccup relaxes and smiles softly, thanking the gods for his wonderful boyfriend- he didn’t even notice he started spiraling. “Yeah, got inside a few minutes ago.. You almost done with wrapping the gifts?”

Jack grinned, “All completed, actually~. You’ll be happy to know that each gift is signed, sealed, and under the tree.”

A slow song started- I’ll Be Home For Christmas, one of Jack’s favorites. Speaking of, once he noticed, he immediately pulled Hiccup into an offbeat slow dance, smiling widely.

“Where did Astrid go?” he asked, once he finally noticed they were alone (aside from Toothless, who was taking a catnap on the armchair).

“Who knows? Just keep dancing, Dragon Boy”

“..whatever you say, Mr Frost”

Jack laughed in response, Hiccup’s dry tone having little effect. They danced till they were dizzy, falling to the floor in laughter. Astrid was unimpressed when she checked on them, just telling the boys to help her with the baking before she burned their house down (a very real threat). Three bad cooks were better than one, though. Who knows, maybe they’ll make something slightly edible.

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nerys still remembers her first kiss with a boy from her resistance cell — recalling how she didn’t feel that sense of clarity, that levity & joy that bounced through her as every other girl her age would describe them kissing the person of their dreams. it wasn’t unpleasant by any means — she was eighteen, he was eighteen and he liked her enough to kiss her. but all kira nerys felt that day was pure anxiety. if she had the luxury of reflection and examination during those years of her life, she would’ve surely sought out the problems much earlier. there’s an occupation, who has time for romantic dalliances? she kept telling herself. 

then, there was antos — her first “real” relationship ... and as forgiving as he was, she couldn’t forgive herself for hurting him. falling asleep as he painted earnest poems down the expanses of her body, whispering a reverent love between her legs ... and all kira did was fall asleep — in her defence, she hadn’t slept in 48 hours that time. she might’ve loved him but not quite like that. 

not in the way how she expected her to. 

then, came this pivotal moment of clarity : she loved jadzia dax. 

sure, nerys’ type would never be a symbiont who’s equivalent to a ‘cowboy’ from the ‘wild wild west’ but she was drawn to jadzia dax more than she had ever been drawn to anyone before. yet, as she was about to profess her feelings in a truly embarrassing fashion out loud on the promenade ... she was with worf. so kira swallowed her words & did what she knew best about love : to want the other person to be happy — even if it wasn’t with her. 

but kissing ezri? it was as if nerys was waiting for this moment for all of her life. there’s an exhilaration that she’s never felt before — knots building in the pits of her stomach with each laboured breath exhaling from her lips as each inch of her body quivers, shakes, trembles like this is her first time. the nerves? the anxiety? the knots? they fuel her like an adrenaline rush — ezri’s all she sees & all she wants right now. with fingers gripping almost desperately onto her hips, all her dilated eyes do is to marvel & stare with a pure, unadulterated smile laden with elation. 

❝  do you need me to slow down?  ❞   asked @wcrlds​ with a consideration that simply causes the smile on nerys’ face to widen.

one hand absentmindedly trail upward, dragging along each inch of her skin before finally cupping her face. 

“   no...   ”   voice croaking from inutility, fingers tracing the other’s jawline, down her sternum, then along her clavicle.   “  i’ve — we’ve been too slow for too long.   ”   

her heartbeat between her ears like a war drum, her body flushed beyond measure. slowly, she reaches for ezri’s hand & brings those knuckles against her own lips. 

“   i want you. i want you, ezri.   ” 

moreid // who makes a bigger deal of birthdays?

reid knows morgan loves any excuse for a party, and even despite his sense of perfection, he’s smart enough he goes to garcia to plan the entire thing, because he might love him, but boy does garcia know how to make a good party. morgan loves the show of it, but he’ll also call the party off a bit earlier, pulling some “drank too much haha! calling it a night” and reid will try and take care of him and morgan will let him because he knows reid doesn’t like parties (too many germs and too many sounds) and honestly, he might like the presentation but he loves reid more than any birthday party, and he won’t complain if he falls asleep a little earlier than usual, curled into reid’s arms.

morgan also knows reid didn’t get any birthdays going up, and when they start dating, morgan makes sure that on reid’s birthday, it’s all about him. they will do anything and everything reid wants. if reid wants to watch that new six-hour-long arabic documentary (subtitles in russian), then morgan will commission garcia (she doesn’t accept the money, she just sends it to him) to pirate the highest quality of it available and they’ll play it on the bigscreen in hd. if reid wants to eat only chocolate, then they will only eat chocolate. if reid wants to go to sleep at 4AM, then they will go to sleep at 4AM. 

reid never got a birthday for himself, so morgan lets him know how important it is that reid made it through another year.

jemily // how do they decorate their bedroom?

oh!! okay!! first off, i’ve never decorated a bedroom lmfao and i also don’t know anything about interior design.

but you must understand, emily and jj have very different aesthetics. emily likes contrast (dark colors against white, light against dark) and jj likes muted. emily is all about minimalism, jj is all clutterbitch aesthetic. so when they move in together, they agree to keep it minimalistic-- they have two kids and they’d rather indulge in the two of them than themselves, so it’s kinda their way of saving money or whatever. they have their king sized bed (fit for two queens), their shared dresser, their mirror, and a big painting (apparently tara paints! they bought it from her). neither of them mind much.

but then henry brings home a painting from school (henry is growing into a wonderful artist, he has a natural way with lines specifically) and well the fridge has no space, the living room walls have no space, henry made this specifically for his moms, and they have no choice but to put it in their bedroom. except michael got jealous, so he made his own drawing for his moms and they hung that up as well, but then michael realized doing art was kinda fun, so by the end of the week they have dozens of little drawings hung up in the master bedroom and the bedroom is no longer minimalist, and jj comes home one day from the flea market (emily has a migraine) and she has like s i x different weirdly abstract cat sculptures and jj says, “don’t they look like serg?” and they don’t but they’re strangely endearing and sergio no longer knocks things off of the countertop so they go on top of the dresser and now emily wakes up in a bedroom covered floor-to-ceiling in the drawings of a little kid and an older kid who knows how to manipulate the arts better and on their dresser and nightstands and the little tables they bought are little widgets that they both brought back from shopping trips and--

and emily doesn’t mind it much.

it kinda feels like home.

Oh boy soft, not my specialty but *cracks knuckles* let’s go gamers

“Hurry up! The water’s perfect!”

Natalia’s musical voice, tinged with affectionate annoyance, rang out over the lake. Who was she annoyed at? Why, her slowpoke lovers of course! Drita (now with new, waterproof legs, handmade by Natalia) and Ana (holding a lacy parasol) slowly made their way to the water. Ana dipped a foot into the lake, yanking it back.

“It’s COLD!” She pouted, though it became a smile as she looked at Natalia.

Natalia, meanwhile, had gotten distracted by the water. She moved to scoop up a handful, scales reflecting green purple cyan white in the sun. Shaping the water as one would a snowball, she slowly looked up at her lovers, mischievous glint in cat-slit eyes.

“Hey, dove, what are you-” Drita was cut off by Ana’s shriek and Nat’s laughter as the water ball was thrown at Ana.

“I’m gonna- ugh!” Ana stomped her foot, hiding her giggles, and jumped into the lake with an enormous splash.

The apartment is loud with chatter and noise of NCt's end of year party. Twenty one members, plus all their staff have filled the apartment to the brim. You step out of the apartment onto the balcony to get some fresh air and escape the loud atmosphere. You're not really one for loud crowds, but you're extremely touched to be invited along, even if you're just a makeup assistant at the shop the boys visit before their schedules. The air is cool on your skin and the moon basks everything in cool silvery light.

The sliding door opens and closes behind you, and you turn to see Yuta standing there. He gives you a soft smile, "I'm glad you came tonight,"

A bit shook and a bit shy, you don't respond and he chuckles grabbing your hand as he stands next to you to look out over the city.