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harrywritingsbyme · 4 years ago

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Do you think you could write a piece about Harry and y/n having sex but she’s like really short and Harry is like throwing her around and just manhandling her and fucking destroying her guts but also make kinda fluffy pls😔👉👈

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Anonymous Said: Hi I’ve discovered this blog recently and can I please just take a moment to say Wow... you’re writing is amazing and your ideas and concepts are brilliant. I’m not sure if your taking requests or concepts but here’s an idea. SNL pilot Harry like with the grey hair and all coming home to his wife who misses him dearly after awhile followed by you know what. And if you could include size kink (I really liked that concept)

A/N: I’m so sorry it’s so late guys! Since I’ve been writing for a year now, I figured that I’d give an ‘Au’ a try. When I got this request, I was completely floored. Like holy shit, sexy ass older pilot!Harry, and small!Y/n. All of this is perfection and I love this so much! Enjoy🙃

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Harry loved his job. He considered himself to be pretty lucky to have the ability to travel the world and see places he’d only dreamt of growing up. Even though he wasn’t in those places for an extended amount of time, simply being there was more than enough for Harry and it made him want to go back and explore. If he was lucky, he’d have multiple flights to the same place or longer layover in these But what Harry loved most about his job was the fact that he got to do it all with the love of his life.

When you two first met, Harry’d been a pilot for some years and you were just hired for your job as a flight attendant. You knew that it wasn’t the most glamorous profession int the world, but you wanted to dip your toes into the pool of world travel, and this was the route you were taking to start. Before your first flight you’d asked around about the pilots for your flight and you were met with the same response each time. Everyone said that Harry was one of the nicest people in the world and was pretty good looking too, but his copilot was the person you were advised to try your best to avoid. Luckily, you only had to interact with Harry. Both you and Harry hated to say it and be all cliché, but from the moment you two laid eyes on and interacted with each other you both were hooked. Even though the both of you could’ve really used the entirety of your breaks to get some sleep, you and Harry couldn’t stop talking to each other. From that point on, the two of you became inseparable. During layovers that were more than just a couple hours and Harry had some spare time outside of his duties as pilot, the two of you would spend time together. You two were so caught up in each other and being together that you’d swap flights and breaks with the other flight attendants so that you and Harry could be together. And Harry did the same. He’d always put in a word with the people who made the schedules to ensure that he was flying the flights you were on or he’d try to get you on his flights.

After constantly being on flights together and even running into each other during your times off, you and Harry were pretty convinced that you two should give a relationship a try. Even though there was a significant risk involved with starting a relationship with someone who was pretty much your boss and/or employee, you and Harry were willing to take that risk. And you two never looked back. In fact, disclosing you guys’ relationship made things way easier for you and Harry; you two were almost always on the same flights together. Now, you two are happily married and traveling the world together about 99% of the time. You both absolutely hated when the 1% times came around. You two became so used to being on the same flights that when you weren’t, you and Harry were a bit sad and even a little homesick believe it or not. This time unfortunately was Harry’s turn to fly without you. There wasn’t a moment on his trip that Harry didn’t miss you. He was focused on his job but he was still thinking about you. He was constantly wondering about what you were doing at home. When he took his break he just laid there and the cuddles and kisses he’d get if you were there with him. He also missed listening to your passenger horror stories and pushing you to just keep going. And on top of all that, Harry missed all the times you two would try to quietly go at it in the bathroom or crew resting area depending on whether or not you two were the only ones on break. Even though he was able to talk to you during his layover, he was counting the days and eventually hours until he came back home to you. As soon as he landed on the tarmac at the airport, Harry was on a mission to get home. After following all the necessary after flight procedure and filling out all of the necessary paperwork, Harry threw his bag into his car and sped home to you.

Surprisingly, Harry was able to get home and not get a ticket. He quickly pulls into the driveway and carries himself and his bag into the house. When he walks through the front door, Harry could immediately feel your presence. He could feel your warmth radiating through the entire house. All he had to do now as find you. Before checking upstairs, he makes his way around the main level of the house to look for you. As he exits the kitchen and makes his way down the hall, Harry could hear your soft hums getting louder and louder. When he reaches the laundry room, he sees you standing at the folding in the corner. Simply seeing you bought a big smile to his face. He then wastes no time coming over to you and wrapping his arms around your smaller body.

“Honey I’m home.” Harry happily coos in your ear before pressing a soft kiss below it. When he does this, you turn around in his arms to get a better look at him.

“Welcome home.” You whisper back to him, lifting yourself up onto your tips of your toes to bring your lips to his. As soon as your lips connect, the both of you release sighs of content. You two were back together. It doesn’t take long for Harry’s arms to tighten around your body and hoist you up onto the table behind you. The kiss lasts a little longer before you pull away from his lips.

“How was your long haul without me?” You hum, sliding your hands up the lapels of his jacket.

“It was hell.” Harry says pointedly.

“It couldn’t have been that bad.”

“Was thinking about you the whole time.” Harry frowns a little at you to emphasize his point.

“I missed you too baby.” You coo softly to him. You then reach up and pull the captains hat off of his head, sitting it down next to you before pushing your hands through his greying curls. When you two first met, he had some grey hairs here and there. But now they had taken over just about all of his head; and you were very into it. “Any annoying kids or weird old ladies?” You ask him.

“For the kids, I wouldn’t know. I like to stay in the front of the plane or the crew area.” Harry begins truthfully. “But as for the old ladies, they always want to break off a piece of this.” He continues smugly.

“Why would they want you? Do they wanna swap arthritis creams or something?” You joke with a laugh, watching his face fall in the process.

“I will have you know that I’m considered a silver fox. And you know it.” Harry defends, slightly tilting his head up away from you. When he says this all you could do was pucker your lips and bite the inside of them because what he said was in fact true. You just couldn’t let him know that. “Now what’d you get into while I was gone?” Harry asks curiously with a smirk from his previous victory.

“Did some stuff around the house and I did a little missing you retail therapy.” You reply happily.

“So I take it that the credit card bill this month is gonna be a little higher than normal?” Harry asks suspiciously.

“Just a little.” You whisper trying to undermine your shopping spree.

“A little?” Harry asks you again, already knowing that you’re undermining how much you actually spent.

“Mhm.” You mumble, nodding your head sweetly in the process.

“You’re too cute and pretty for your own good.” Harry chuckles and shakes his head down at you.

“You love it though.” You hum happily up at him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I do.” Harry sighs contently. This is what he missed. He missed being in your arms and just loving on you. He loved seeing your smile and feeing your small arms wrap around him. “I actually bought you a couple things.” Harry whispers, tightening his grip around your back.

“Is it more skimpy lingerie?” You question him, making sure to spread a wide smirk across your face. Instead of readily replying to you, Harry simply unwraps one of his arms from around your back and he brings it up to the front of your dress. Since the front of your dress was loosely wrapped around your body to keep it closed, Harry as able to simply pluck back the top a little to get a good look at your body beneath the fabric.

“Well I guess this is my cue to stop buying the lingerie, since you’re not even wearing it.” Harry points out, looking down into your dress to find your bare, supple breasts resting on your chest. It took a lot of self control for Harry in that moment to not stick his hand down your dress to take your plushy flesh into his hand.

“Well I thought it was for our sexy times or when I send you pictures while you’re on a trip and on your break or stuck in a hotel room without me.” You explain to him. You even throw in a little pout; you wanted to keep your fancy and very pretty lingerie flow going. “But I am wearing one of the pairs of panties you picked up in Italy if you wanna see how some of your purchases look on me.” You whisper lowly to him. You then use your arms that are hooked around his neck to pull his head down closer to yours. Harry was already a bit hard from finally being home with you. Now he was getting even harder from your words.

“Is it bad that I’ve only been home for 20 minuets and I’m already thinking about completely ravishing you?” Harry mumbles against your pillow soft lips. “Just so pretty baby.” Harry grumbles frustratedly before bringing his mouth the rest of the way to yours while pulling you closer to the edge of the table. He couldn’t believe that he, a man who turned 40 a couple months prior, was getting all riled up and turned on the same way he did 20 plus years ago. That was just the age defying effect you had on him.

“No, not at all.” You begin as you pull away from the short lived yet beyond passionate kiss, slowly bringing your left hand up the back of his neck to his hair. “In fact, every time I see you in your head to toe pilots get up, I’m always fighting the strong urge to fall to my knees and take your cock down my throat.” You bluntly continue, your voice filled with a very nonchalant and teasing tone.

When this statement left your mouth, Harry was a little bit taken aback. But at the same time he wasn’t. After slowly building up your friendship that in no time blossomed into a more romantic relationship together, Harry was able to slowly show you the ropes so to speak and teach you just about everything you knew when it came to the bedroom and a happy and healthy relationship. When you two progressed to the more intimate stage of your budding relationship, you were pretty inexperienced. You didn’t know your way around the bedroom at all. You we’re still a virgin and you didn’t even know the ins and outs of making out with someone. All you knew was that this smart, extremely kind, absolutely gorgeous, and just overall stunning human being, older man who just so happened to be the pilot on your flight had taken a strong interest in you. And luckily for you, your lack of experience was the least of his concerns. It was like you hit the jackpot with him. Fast forward to now when you two are a married couple, you’ve taken all of the tips and tricks he’s taught over time and you’re running with it. Harry wasn’t the only who had the ability to do things to your body that would make your toes to curl, your entire body to go numb, and cause your mind to deem it all indescribable. You also had the ability to turn Harry into a pleasured, borderline incoherent, and moaning mess; something that most women in his past who were his age or slightly older weren’t even able to do. So it wasn’t a complete surprise that those words came from your mouth.

“Who knew that my pretty little wife had such a filthy mouth.” Harry gasps with a condescending tone.

“Well I’m not a prudish old man like you.” You simply reply. This was the button in Harry that you loved to push.

“I don’t know where you’re getting that from but I’m far from prudish and I’m definitely not an old man.” Harry says matter of factly. “If I remember it correctly, I made you wear vibrating panties for the entirety of an 18 hour flight.” Harry recalls, making his point against being called prudish.

“Everyone uses those. Especially older men.” You smugly whisper back, pushing even harder on this button of his.

Harry knew exactly what you were doing. He knew that you were pushing his button so that he’d unleash everything he had built up over the course of his trip into you. It didn’t take much for him to realize that you wanted him to really make up for not being with you for almost a week. The both of you were itching to feel and be around each other again. After you and Harry made it past the learning and teaching phase of you guys’ sex life, the two of you acquired a constant hunger for one another. When you and Harry had some time off, the sex would be nonstop. Whether it was cockwarming or full on sex where you’re riding his cock or he was slamming himself deep into your pussy, you and Harry were always looking for ways to be around each other like this. And it was exactly the same when you two were on the job. Even though you two didn’t have the freedom to go at it whenever you wanted, you and Harry still found ways to be with each other. For some reason, seeing each other dressed in your uniforms was a bit of a turn on. It didn’t help that the both of you were borderline thrill seekers and loved the rush that came along with trying to be quiet as you both were experiencing some of the best pleasure you’d ever felt.

“Well do all older men pound and shove their cocks into their girlfriends, and now wives tight little cunts over and over again until she’s begging and crying for him to slow down and let them cum? Because if not, I’ve got countless stories about me doing that to you in the cramped bathroom on a flight, in restaurant bathrooms, dressing rooms, upstairs, on the couch, the kitchen counter, right here on this table, and many other places.” Even though you acted confident and enjoyed battling Harry for dominance, you were able to easily fall into a more submissive role. The way he’s calmly able to say the filthiest things made your body quake and your panties become even more soaked than they already were. You were never going to be able to forget about all of those times. How and why would you ever forget the times where he’s hoisted you up against a door or a wall, or pushed you down against the counter, tightly wrapped a hand around your mouth to keep you quiet, and deliciously slammed his cock up into you? If you focused in on those memories, you could remember and almost feel him inside you.

That’s what you wanted right now. You wanted him to pound into you so hard that you’d a sore, moaning mess and you wanted to make up for the time you two weren’t together. This was the first time in a good while that you weren’t scheduled for a flight with Harry and you really missed him. And his cock. So if you had to push one of his buttons to really get what you both wanted, you were going to do it.

“Well I think you guys can do that,” You begin, pausing to run your hands down from his neck and across the expanse of his broad shoulders. “I just think that you may need a little help if you know what I mean.” You finish. When you say this, Harry knows exactly what you were implying and he wasn’t having any of it.

“You and this pretty little body of yours is gonna get it.” Harry growls before yanking you up from the table and pulling you into his body. He quietly marches you both up the stairs and to your shared bedroom. When he reaches the foot of the bed, he releases his once tight grip on your body and drops you down onto the bed. He continues to go about everything silently, shoving his jacket off of his shoulders and working on his tie and shirt.

“You look really hot in that uniform just so you know.” You admire from the bed below him. You watch him chuckle at your statement as he shrugs his shirt and undone tie off his body. You were really turned on right now. Like the sight of his bare, toned and tattooed chest and arms was a sight you could stare at forever. Add onto that the fact that he was mad and taking control over you and you were setup to be a complete mess. And your panties could definitely attest to that. You were completely drenched and dying to feel him against and inside you.

“You don’t have to butter me up baby.” Harry begins as he undoes his shoes. “M’still gonna take care of you and that smart mouth of yours.” Harry guarantees, shoving his shoes and socks off his feet and standing back up to work on his pants. “Gonna make sure you know what I can do to you.” Harry finishes, finally undoing his belt and shoving his pants along with his boxers down his legs. When you see his thick and very hard cock, you couldn’t stop a moan or two from escaping your mouth. “I take it someone needs my cock.” Harry chuckles at your desperation for his cock. He planned on showing you just how much you needed him. He then comes closer to the edge of the bed and in one swift motion, Harry pulls you up from your lying position and flips you onto your front. He masterfully undoes the tie on the back of your dress and he flips you back onto your back. He tugs at the fabric, opening your dress and exposing your partially naked body to him. He takes a moment to admire your body and all he could do is bite his lip. He couldn’t believe that he managed to be away from this for nearly an entire week.

Harry quickly snaps out of his trance when he feels his cock twitch slightly and he leans down to scoop you up into his arms. When he does this, Harry keeps you low in his grip so that you’d be right against his cock. He keeps one arm securely around your body and pulls your arms from the dress. Once it’s completely off of you, he drops it into the pile of his clothes and drops you back onto the bed. Before crawling up and on top of you, Harry uses your claves to push you a little higher up onto the bed and to flip you back onto your stomach. When he does this, you really know you’re in for it. Whenever you were in this position Harry really made sure to slam into you and make you scream. When he crawls up and is on top of you from behind, he wastes no time in ripping the barely there panties off your body. For the first time in what felt like forever, Harry didn’t snap the delicate undergarment in half. Once they’re out of the way, Harry has complete access to your body.

“Gonna be a good girl and take daddy’s cock?” Harry asks, squeezing the flesh of your ass before raising it up just to crash it back down.

“Mhm.” You whimper, really feeling the sting from the sudden slap.

“Use your words.” Harry demands, raising his hand back up to deliver another slap to your backside.

“Yes daddy.” You cry out to him, this time feeling not only the sting of his slaps but also feeling of your juices dripping onto the sheets.

“Good girl.” Harry hums at your response. He then straddles your thighs, wanting to keep you in place when he pushes into you. He lifts himself up so that he’s hovering over you, and he grips onto his cock to give himself a good squeeze, resulting in him letting out a loud grumble behind you (that went straight to your clit). He tightly grips onto the flesh of one of your cheeks and he pulls your ass apart to get a better view of you. When he sees your puckered hole, Harry gets a little idea. In the process of lining himself up with your entrance, Harry uses his cock to put a little pressure on your tighter hole. When he does this, words begin to pour out of your mouth.

“M’too tight daddy.” You rush out to him, trying to stop his actions. Harry knew that you were too tight for him at the moment, but he just liked to work you up a little and hear you beg.

“Don’t worry baby. When were done, daddy’s gonna get you nice and ready for his cock.” He promises, lowering his cock from your second hole down to the first. When you feel his thick head nudging at your entrance, your moans got louder. You needed him to be inside you already.

“Want your big cock daddy.” You beg. You try to move back against him but he’s practically sitting on your thighs, which is pinning you to the bed.

“Whats the magic word?” Harry teases.

“Please daddy?” And with that, Harry is finally sinking his cock into you. When you feel his cock stretching you to fit all of him, your mind goes blank. All you could come up with was strings of loud moans and feeling good. You felt full agains which was all you really wanted. As he continues to sheath his cock with your walls, Harry’s hand leaves his shaft and goes right to your other cheek. He pulls your ass completely apart and watches as his cock disappears into you.

“That’s it, take this cock sweetheart.” Harry pants in amazement. He was still in awe at how a small woman like you was able to take every last inch of his manhood. Once he’s fully inside, Harry’s eyes trail up your body to find you resting your cheek against the sheets with your mouth wide open. Thats what he wanted to see. Keeping his hands on your ass, Harry lifts himself up so that he’s hovering over you and goes straight into slamming in and out of your tight and very wet pussy. As he does this, your entire body quakes at the amazing sensation of him fucking you. Feeling him pound into your stomach as he called you his sweet girl and his pretty little wife was beyond extraordinary. You could feel the familiar tight and warm knot beginning to form in the pit of your stomach already.

As Harry fucks into you, he’s beyond turned on. The way you’re pinned below him as he shoves his cock deep into you along with you pitifully whimpering, moaning, and crying at how good he felt was really doing things to Harry. He never wanted to be away from you ever again. He wanted to feel you every single day.

After fucking into you from behind for a good while and feeling the tight burning sensation forming in the pit of his stomach as well, Harry figures that he’s going to cum soon and he wants to watch your face twist as he does. He then proceeds to stop thrusting all together and pull out of you, which causes you to grumble, resulting in you receiving a hard “shut up” slap to your ass. He then gets lifts himself off of you and flips tugs you onto your back. He knocks your legs apart and gets in between them before slamming his cock back into you.

“Like this baby. Like it when daddy takes control of this tight little cunt of yours?” He pants, continuing to slam his his cock into you. You were too caught up in how good he was making you feel that you couldn’t even form a worded response. All you could do was thrash your head against the bed in agreement. When he sees this, a very wide smirk rises to his face. This is exactly what he missed and wanted to see. You taking all of his cock while you’re quivering and barely holding on. As he continues, Harry can feel the warmth from the pit of his stomach spreading to his entire body, signifying to him that his release was getting extremely close. Judging by the way your once tight grip on the sheets has gone loose, your pitiful whimpers, and the way you’re tightening up around him you’re feeling the exact same way. To make you cum around his cock, with him following right behind you Harry only has to do two things. First, he brings his palm to your lower stomach and presses it into you; putting pressure on the warm knot that was about to explode and allowing him to feel his cock moving inside you. He then comes down, bringing his mouth to your ear to whisper one thing into your ear. “Not too bad for an old man right?” Harry hums patronizingly into your ear. He wanted you to eat your words. And you were. His words, the pressure from his hand, and his cock causes you to burst at the seams around him. You let out a mixture of gasps and whimpers as you completely let go around Harry’s cock. When he feels your walls contracting around him, Harry lets go as well. He releases every last drop of the sexual frustration he’d been carrying around all week; and it felt so good. He loved painting your walls with his cum.

Once the both of you are done and it’s safe to pull out, Harry’s slowly pulls his sopping wet cock from your cunt and collapses onto the bed next to you.

“Harry, I can’t feel my legs.” You whimper after a couple minuets of silence.

“M’surprised you’re not used to it by now.” Harry hums smugly. Once he says this, a temporary lull fell over you two. You and Harry were very anxious to go at it again, but you two were holding off to see who would initiate round two.

“Did you take something before you came in the house?” You whisper over to him, deciding that you needed to be the one to initiate round two.

“Do I need to come over there and shove my cock down that pretty throat of yours for you to get the point?” Harry chuckles at your persistence.

“Only if you want to.” You whisper sweetly.

“Oh I want to, and don’t you doubt that.” Harry says matter of factly.

“Well can we cuddle first? Haven’t cuddled since the night before you left.”

“Anything you want.” Harry coos before moving closer to your limp body.

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datleggy · 4 years ago

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Totally random thought I had right as I am going to bed but ya know that show "I didn't know I was pregnant"? Buck would be on that show lol the boy is oblivious when it comes to his own body, so like I can perfectly picture him collapsing on the job one day wracked with pain, and then Hen is poking around his stomach where it hurts, her, Buck and Eddie packed into the back of the ambulance as Chim and Bobby drive to the hospital, and she gets out the stethoscope to try and listen for internal bleeding or anything but instead finds an infant heartrate and she's like "Buck, you're pregnant?" And he's like "uh, no? What the hell?" And then his water breaks and he tries to convince hen and Eddie that he had an accident bc even that would be a better alternative to suddenly figuring out he's about to have a baby???? What the fuck???? But Eddie holds his hand all the way through it and by the time they get to the hospital, Buck has a healthy newborn cradled against his chest, Eddie knelt beside him and alternating between kissing buck and the baby on the head, and observing the baby in disbelief. I can also picture Buck like, sobbing his sorry's to Eddie the entire time he's pushing, like "Eddie I swear I had no idea, if I had known, I would have told you!" And Eddie is just reassuring him the entire time like "don't worry about that now, Buck, just concentrate. No one is mad, okay? But you gotta focus on the- on the baby" and buck just sobs and nods and focuses on the delivery again. But for a good while Buck is in denial that any of this is happening and it takes a lot of convincing and encouragement from both hen and Eddie for him to start actively participating in his baby's birth. Anyways, random half asleep thought is finished sorry for the long ask hdshsjjsjdbsjsj

WELL SHIT ok so i actually love that show and i could see buck doing this lmao so i wrote a thing. also ignore all medical inaccuracies, this is my distraction from monday lmao let me have this wildly inept fic pls.

also just in case, it’s pretty brief, i think, but TW for talk of weight and weight gain

It's nearing the end of their shift now and Buck can almost hear his feet howling at him in pain. Today hadn't even really been all that busy, he thinks, annoyed at his own body's betrayal. He's not even thirty yet, but in the last couple of months he's felt as though he's aged about ten years.

He's put on a few pounds, which isn't too uncommon, sometimes Buck goes through stretches of time where he eats more carbs than he needs and works out less than he'd like and so a little tummy fat is to be expected.

It normally doesn't bother him, except that in the last maybe three months he hasn't felt like exercising much outside of work but he's eaten nearly everything in sight every night. He's up about fifteen pounds, which he wouldn't have even noticed, seeing that he does fluctuate at times anywhere between five to eight pounds over or under what he usually weighs, if it hadn't been for Chimney teasing him about putting down his third Krispy Kreme donut of the day and picking up a barbell earlier this morning.

Chim and Buck poke fun at each other all the time--it's a staple in their friendship and brother ship, in fact--and Buck had flipped him the bird, nothing new there. What had been new was the fact that he'd excused himself to the bathroom right after that and locked himself in a stall and bawled his eyes out as quietly as humanly possible.

Buck grimaces, embarrassed still, by the outburst, even if no one had been there to witness it. He still has no idea what the hell that had been about this morning.

Eddie notices the sour mood and pulls him in close. "Hey, you ok?"

Buck nods. "Yeah, just tired. Ready to go home--shit." Buck feels a shooting pain so intense his knees buckle and Eddie has to hold him upright to keep him from hitting the floor.

“Woah!” Eddie calls Bobby over, who’s closest, for help, “Buck? Buck, you with me? What’s wrong? What hurts?”

Buck just shakes his head and grits his teeth, the pain so debilitating he can hardly breathe much less speak.

The Captain is on his other side in an instant and together Eddie and Bobby help Buck towards the couch, where he collapses in a heap, throwing his head back and letting out an agonized whine. “What’s going on? Did he get hurt during one of the calls?” Bobby asks Eddie, frantic to help put a stop to this.

Eddie’s helpless, “Bobby I don’t know, one second we were talking about going home and the next he practically fell to the floor in pain.” he turns to face his husband, “Baby, I’m here, look at me, what’s the matter? What hurts?”

Buck’s face scrunches up and he finally exhales sharply, his grip on the couch cushions loosening, and he opens his eyes, wide like saucers, and says, “What the fuck was that?”

At this point Hen and Chim, as well as half the crew, have gathered around and Hen is quick to put on her doctors hat and try to sus out the problem. She makes Bobby step aside and Chimney hands her a stethoscope. “Buck, is it your stomach?” she asks, noticing the stiff way he’s holding himself around his midriff.

“I don’t--kinda? I don’t know. It was just like, this crazy wave of pain, almost like a cramp, but way worse.” he struggles to describe the feeling now that it’s more or less passed for the time being.

Hen had seen Buck wince when he’d been in the harness on the last call of the day, but he hadn’t said anything and she hadn’t thought too much about it until now. “Did you hurt yourself in the harness earlier? Maybe pulled something when we reeled you back up?” she asks, palpitating his stomach with her fingers, watching him almost retract from her touch.

“Maybe?” Buck shrugs uncomfortably, wincing when she hits a particularly sore spot.

Something about this feels familiar and strangely obvious, but Hen doesn’t understand why until she puts her stethoscope up to his belly to check for lack of bowel sounds, indicating maybe some internal bleeding or sorts.

Hen gasps out loud and sits up like she’s been smacked.

Eddie frowns. “What? What’s wrong? Is he gonna be ok?” He almost wants to snatch the damn stethoscope out of her ears and check for himself, his eyes darting between Hen and Buck nervously.

“Buck, you’re pregnant. And in labor, by the sounds of it.” Hen blurts out in disbelief.

“What.” Buck blinks at her, waiting for the other shoe to drop. This has to be a joke.

“I heard a heartbeat in there...” Hen informs them, still awed. “Buck, that was a contraction you just experienced.”

Eddie gapes at Hen and then at Buck. “You’re pregnant?”

Buck gapes right back at him. “No!” he denies, shaking his head incredulously. “That’s insane, I can’t be pregn--ah--” Buck leans forward in pain as another contraction begins. “Fuck.”

“Jesus, yeah, no you’re definitely pregnant,” Chim announces, “Your water just broke all over my favorite couch, bud. I’m getting the ambulance ready asap.” he says, before running to do just that, head reeling. He thinks about Maddie and when she gave birth to their daughter and how scared out of his mind he’d been and he sympathizes for Buck and Eddie, who up until now apparently hadn’t even realizes they were expecting...

Back at the lounge Buck continues to deny any of this is even happening. He whines into Eddie’s chest, “That’s pee, it has to be, because I’m not pregnant. There’s no way.” he lets out a pitiful whimper as another contraction begins and buries his face against his husband to hide the tears springing up in his eyes.

“Buck, son, we gotta get you to a hospital right now.” Bobby tries, running a soothing hand over the top of his head.

But Buck shakes his head no, shuddering out a sob. “M’not going.”

Eddie, overwhelmed, looks to Hen and Bobby for help.

“Buck, ambulance is ready to go, we need to move unless you wanna have this kid at the firehouse.” Hen grimaces. “I know you’re in pain and I know you’re confused and hurting, but we need to get you into that ambulance and now.”

Buck cries out when another contraction hits him and Hen gulps. “Your contractions are getting way too close together, we need to move.” she nods at her Captain and Eddie to help get Buck up and together the three of them manage to get Buck onto a gurney and into the waiting ambulance.

Bobby rides up front with Chimney, leaving Hen and Eddie to work in the back with Buck.

“Buck, you need to start getting ready to push, this baby’s coming.” Hen warns him, but Buck refuses.

“I can’t.” he sobs. “I didn’t--” he throws his head back, the pain lighting his nerves on fire. “I swear Eddie, I didn’t know. You gotta believe me.”

Eddie takes Bucks hand into his and brings it up to his lips. “I know baby, I know, you don’t have to worry about that. I promise. Nobody is mad at you, ok? I’m not. But right now you need to focus on pushing, you need to listen to Hen, ok? We’re ok, and you’re gonna be ok, but I need you to push, baby. I love you so much, you know that, right?”

Buck lets Eddie wipe away his tears, leans into the comforting touch, and nods shakily, exhaling. “O-ok, I’m--I’m ready.”

**************

The baby is so very tiny in Eddie’s arms.

Olive Buckley-Diaz is born weighing exactly six pounds and two ounces.

Christopher, who’s curled up against Bucks side on the hospital bed after a very exhausting day, looks up at his Buck, his little brow still knitted in confusion. “So she was a surprise baby? And that’s how come you guys didn’t tell me about her?”

Buck tries not to laugh. “Yeah bud, it was a huge surprise to us, too.”

Eddie nods along, smiling fondly down at the bundle he’s holding. Her blotchy red face is slack in sleep and there’s already tufts of brown hair sticking up funnily on her head under her hat. “I still can’t believe you only gained like fifteen pounds during the whole pregnancy.” Eddie chuckles, “Or that you worked through the nine months, God Buck, when I think of the stunts you pulled during calls in the last few months alone I’m--” he shudders. “Actually I’d rather not think about it.” he sighs, “I’m just happy you’re both healthy at the end of the day.”

Really, it’s a miracle. The doctor had said as much after the delivery.

“To be fair I never got any of the other symptoms,” Buck shrugs. “I wasn’t nauseous, my feet never swelled, I don’t remember any weird cravings? And you said it yourself, I didn’t really gain all that much weight.”

Eddie leans down to kiss Buck’s forehead. “You should be on that show.” he grins.

Buck tilts his head.

“You know the one, the one Hen made us watch when work was slow that one time. ‘I didn’t know I was pregnant’.” he teases.

Buck groans. “I regret all the jokes I made at the time. I totally get those people now. Pregnancy is weird.”

Christopher rests his head more comfortably against Bucks chest and smiles softly. “Yeah, but now our family’s even bigger.”

#mpreg #911 fox #i didn't know i was pregnant #i love that show #lol #ask #ficlet #writing #buddie #established relationship #buck #eddie #christopher #family

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soyeahitsmiddleearth · 4 years ago

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Dimension Jumping Pt. 5

Comforting a grieving hobbit and time get everyone ready to go out!

Via the genius idea from katzrfsoa / Kat88

There's been mention of the reader not wanting to take the groups out, for fear of the public's reaction... so what about a cosplay convention? it would give the Reader the perfect excuse to allow them out, and they would wear their original clothes

----

This morning has been uneventful for the most part.

Breakfast passed by without issue and now everyone is off doing their own things.

You looked outside and took a peek in the guest room, but you still can't find him.

Sam, Merry, and Pippin are playing a board game you showed them; Legolas is doing his meditation sleep thing; Boromir and Aragorn are discussing something; and Gimli is stacking bread on Legolas' leg to see how long it takes until he notices.

Frodo, however, is missing at the moment.

Right as you were considering telling the others of his disappearance, however, you heard some shuffling from your hall closet.

You open the door carefully and take peer inside, not wanting to startle the small hobbit, and at first you don't see him.

There's more shuffling and you hear a quiet sniff, followed by soft sobs, and you then realize he's hiding behind the shelf.

The door makes a soft clicking sound when you close it, and right away the quiet cries cease. You didn't want to alert him with the door, you wanted to do it yourself, but it's too late now, so you just go with it.

"Frodo?" You call in a gentle voice, staying by the door incase he wants you to go.

"Y-Yes?' He calls back, not moving from his spot.

His voice is thick with emotion, and the sadness in his tone makes your heart ache painfully. And when you walk closer and see him huddled up behind the shelf, your heart breaks a little for him.

He hastily rids his cheeks of any evidence of his sorrows, though the puffiness around his eyes and constant sniffles don't much help his cause, and looks at you with a false smile.

"Frodo, why are you crying?" You ask with furrowed eyebrows, kneeling down in front of him so you may look at him at eye level (mostly).

"It's nothing." He tells you quickly, looking away from your compassionate face with the same sad frown on his lips.

When you don't move to get up or leave, his gaze slides back over to you and he realizes that you're not going to leave unless he straight up tells you to go away. This makes him sigh, but truthfully, he doesn't want you to go away. Not really. For having company in a time of sorrow always mends suffering.

"I... did not have a proper time to mourn Gandalf. I've been so caught up in the oddity that is this place that I almost forgot my sorrows altogether, but then this morning is all... came rushing back." He explains with a surprisingly even voice.

While he speaks you cross your legs and listen along intently, your hands folded neatly in your lap. When he finishes, you reach forward and place your hand atop his with a gentle touch, "I didn't know him, but I can tell he was very dear to you. Honestly, I can't offer much advice, but I can tell you that keeping it all bottled up inside is not a good idea."

He looks at you with that sad face when you speak, and it prompts you to continue, "Also, I know everyone else can be pretty overwhelming or they just don't understand, and I want you to know that I'm always here to listen if you're feeling down, okay?"

Your words draw a small smile from the grieving hobbit and it elicits a similar grin from you.

"Thank you, Y/N. I... actually do feel a little better."

"I'm glad."

---

After your discussion with Frodo you rejoin everyone back out in the main room and let him recollect himself, going right onto your laptop to get some work done.

You're idly scrolling through a scholarly article you need to research when you see it.

An advertisement for some sort of comic book, cosplay, convention... thing in the area (no wonder you've been seeing so many oddly dressed people recently).

At first you almost scroll past it, but then you get hit with the brick of knowledge and a lightbulb goes off in your head.

"Yes!" You scream, successfully scaring everyone in the room and Penny who is sitting with you for once. "Ohh, my god. This is freaking perfect!" You exclaim, clicking on the link to get some more information.

Your eyes practically soak up everything on the information page, and, once you've skimmed through all of it, you look up with a bright smile on your face.

Literally all of them are looking at you like you've grown two heads, but you only clap your hands together a few times. "Guys, I just had a huge brain moment!"

The joke goes over their heads as per usual, but you don't let that deter you.

"Huge brain moment?" Pippin asks in confusion, looking at his cousin like he thinks he heard it wrong or something.

"Yes! I've figured out a way to take everyone out!"

That certainly gets their attention.

"You have?" Sam asks exuberantly, dropping his game piece so he can turn towards you and pay perfect attention.

"I have, yes," you start, continuing once you're 100% sure they're all paying attention, "So here's the thing, I knew that I could take out you tall boi's without issue besides having to find a hat for Legolas here, and I could explain that Gimli here has dwarfism," you pause at that and realize it may be offensive to him, but you continue once more, "but I also knew that there's no way I can explain away the hobbits, and then I found this gem."

You turn the computer so it faces all of them, but they only look more confused.

"There's a convention thing in town for the next week, and it's the perfect opportunity for me to bring everyone out! We just have to dress up the hobbits a bit and pretend that they're children."

At your explanation you receive multiple pleased smiles, and it serves to make you feel even better about your idea. "And you can all wear your normal clothes, too. And if someone asks who you are... I'll figure out a game or something you guys can use as an alias."

"Are you sure that will work?" Aragorn asks with furrowed eyebrows, sitting up from his spot in your arm chair.

"Um, like, maybe 98%." You confirm with a shrug, "It's better than 88% though."

He doesn't seem like he disagrees with you, so you look back at your laptop again and start to look for ideas to make them more believable as humans.

---

3 hours of research later, and you've successfully compiled a completely fool proof plan to smuggle this merry band of bizarre boys out of your house.

What you've decided is that you'll put some makeup over Legolas' pointy ears to make them look more fake since the concept of elves is not lost in this world. Boromir and Aragorn can go as themselves, and you'll put some makeup on the hobbits much like you will Legolas (they'll be children elves since there are no hobbits in your world) and tell everyone who asks how they look so good that you're a professional makeup artist.

Gimli, fortunately for you, was the easiest to come up with something for next to the other two humans of this group. You can just tell people he has dwarfism and that's why he chose to go as a dwarf character.

Everything is in order except for what you're going to do, though you suppose you should match their theme and be some sort of renaissance, maiden, lady, thing. You'll figure it out, though you do need to make sure it's convincing like theirs.

You decided to, instead of putting it off, go ahead and start working on finding a costume to match theirs.

A couple of searches later and you come across a really pretty dress that looks to fit their style, and when you show it to them they give you the thumbs up, so you order it with express shipping so it should arrive tomorrow.

It's a lovely flowy medieval dress *just look up flowy medieval dress and go to images, there are some good examples there*, and you feel excited just looking at it. Of course, there's no guarantee that it'll be the best quality, but it's got great reviews and you certainly paid a hefty sum for it.

After that's done with you head to your bathroom to see what makeup you've got, and you find that you don't really have any theatrical/special effects makeup. You're going to need skin colored wax makeup, powders, and contour stuff.

You're no makeup artist, obviously, but luckily for you, your goal is to make them look less realistic, so it should be easy enough.

It's surprisingly easy to figure out what you need to make them as convincing as possible, and pretty soon you've got a nice little list going on that outlines each thing you need.

Since you don't want to delay anymore, you head out of your bathroom and grab your bag while putting on your shoes, "Legolas, I'm leaving now if you wanna come with." You suggest since he stated his desire to join you in the one of the last chapters (:o).

When you call his name he looks over at you quickly, smiling a bit at your offer, "Yes, but you said I need a hat."

"Oh yeah! I have one, just gimme a sec." You tell him, walking over to a drawer.

When you open said drawer, you find a grey beanie with ease and toss it over to him, "Here ya go. Make sure it covers your ears... and uh, tuck your hair up into it too if you don't mind."

He does as you say with ease and, surprisingly, he looks just as good with shorter hair as he does longer hair.

It sticks kinda awkwardly at first, so you waltz on over and gesture for him to crouch down so you don't have to reach up.

Once again he does as you request and leans down so you may fix it.

You adjust it a bit to make sure it won't fall first, and then you smooth it back a bit so it'll also look stylish. And once you're done you take a step back and smile at him brightly.

"All done! Let's go!"

---

He seemed rather fascinated in the way your car works first and foremost, but once you got him to look out his window instead of watching you, his excitement quickly turned into awe.

When you both get to the ULTA store he follows you without hesitation and asks some hushed questions about things he sees, like the light up signs, other passing cars, stoplights, and some other things.

You, of course, answer each question happily and lead him inside, holding the door open for him while he enters and looks around the brightly lit up makeup store.

Right away you head towards the general direction of the nose and scar wax (it's multi purpose, don't judge me), forgetting to make sure that Legolas follows you.

When it does occur to you, however, that the blond elf didn't come after you, you panic.

You turn in a circle and only stop when you see him standing with some ladies who practically have hearts in their eyes.

Unconsciously you breathe a sigh of relief and head over with the wax in your little basket, immediately reaching up to wrap your arm around his, "I got the first thing on my list, come on."

The girls stop their giggles and flirting as soon as you show up and look genuinely surprised.

You give them a smile and nod in acknowledgement, not wanting to make them feel bad over something so silly before turning with your arm still around his own and walking him over to look at some contour stuff and other things.

They make some snide comments when you turn your back about you being a 'clingy girlfriend' and 'not pretty enough to be with a model like that', but you only ignore it and relish in the fact that you didn't make them feel bad over something as silly as a cute guy in a makeup store.

"Why are those women talking about you like that?" He asks in a whisper, leaning down so only you will hear his question.

You look up at him with a bit or surprise since you didn't expect him to pick up on that, before you smile, "They're attracted to you, and they think that I was being selfish with taking you away from their advances."

"Selfish? Advances?" He looks confused, but you only smile and turn back to the display case.

"Don't worry your pretty little head over it, Leggy my boy."

"Leggy?" He asks slowly, looking at you in confusion.

"Leggy." You confirm with a nod with a distracted hum.

It isn't much later that you have everything you need, and so you go to the checkout and buy everything.

"Going to the convention?" The girl at the counter asks with a smile.

You smile back and nod your head, glancing up at Legolas before looking back at her, "That obvious?"

"No of course not, just the items in your basket always fly off the shelves around convention time." She replies with a giggle, ringing up all your items.

"Well, that's fair." You muse, putting your card into the reader to pay for it.

Once everything is in order she hands you your receipt and adds, "Maybe I'll see you there."

"Maybe!" You chirp back happily, liking the nice conversation going on here.

"You and your boyfriend have a good day now!"

You elect to ignore that.

---

On the way home you pretend to not notice the black car following yours and make small talk with the elf, answering some more of his questions and speaking idly on different things.

"There are so many odd, interesting things here..." He comments after a while, glancing out the back window. "Are you aware that, that car has been following us for the past 10 minutes?"

You nod and hum as an answer, "Mmhm, it's just Brian. He's probably trying to figure out who you are."

The blond knits his eyebrows together and glances back to look at the car again, "Should I do something about it?"

"The only thing you can do is ignore it. He went from lowercase 's' stalker to uppercase 's' since you guys arrived, and it'll only get worse if you intervene." You mumble, trying not to look in the rearview mirror at him. "It's fine."

"You don't seem to think it's fine." He challenges in the same even tone, turning in his seat towards you.

Instead of answering his question you look at him while you stop at a light and grumble, "I told you to put your seatbelt on."

"It's uncomfortable."

"I don't care."

"I will be fine."

"Not if we get into a crash, you won't."

The two of you stare each other down before he slowly reaches up and buckles his belt, never breaking eye-contact.

"Good boy." You coo in a way-too sweet voice.

"Anyways, I know we said as much before, but you needn't worry about that man while we're here." He continues despite your obvious subject change.

"I know." Your reply is softer and less defensive this time, for you really do appreciate it, "Thank you."

He looks surprised at your sudden gratitude, and his expression shows as much "For what?"

"For being you. For looking out for me. All of you."

This time he smiles and says no more.

---

When you both get back to your house you immediately put everything in your bathroom and get onto your laptop to view some techniques on theatrical and movie makeup, Pippin and Merry on either side of you while they view through the pictures and videos with you.

"That one looks interesting." Merry pipes up suddenly, pointing at a person to wolf makeup transformation.

"Yep, and way past anything I can do."

This pattern of going through pictures and viewing clips goes on for a little while until they two hobbits depart to have lunch, meanwhile you continue on so that tomorrow will be a success.

You're both excited and nervous at the same time, wanting to see how it'll all turn out but also dreading it incase something goes wrong.

You know the most important thing is to have a positive mindset about it, but it's kinda hard sometimes during your more anxious moments.

Also, there's the issue of Brian possibly following all of you...

Nah, that'll be a problem to think on for tomorrow.

"What time will we leave tomorrow?" Aragorn asks from his usual spot on the rocking chair, Penny still nestled in his lap as per usual.

"Around the morning. I bought the tickets already so we won't have to stand in line for too long... Hopefully."

"Thank you for working so hard so that we may see more of your world." He comments suddenly, stroking his hand down her fluffy back.

You tilt your head to the side and smile a bit, "You don't have to thank me."

"No, I do. You have seen to our every need and we no doubt pose to be a huge burden. Thank you, really."

His words make you flush slightly, and you look away shyly.

You've grown to care about all of them, so of course you would do anything to keep them comfortable at this point. More than anything you're just glad they see how much you're trying to make things easy on them. It feels nice being recognized for your efforts.

Plus, the added protection from Brian is pretty sweet.

"Anything for you guys."

#the fellowship x reader #the fellowship of the ring #the fellowship of the ring x reader #frodo baggins #pippin took #boromir #lotr gimli #legolas greenleaf #samwise gamgee #merry brandybuck #aragorn #lord of the rings fanfiction #dimension jumping pt. 5 #dimension jumping pt. 2 #frodo x reader

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thefloorisbalaclava · 4 years ago

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I adore Neighbor AU Frankie! I keep thinking of him texting and asking if you can grab cold medicine from the store because he’s sick and doesn’t feel up to driving. You bring him the medicine, some books you finished, and chicken soup. He acts like he has the plague and you’re a saint for bringing him everything. Until you realize he’s been working not sleeping and force him to go up to his room. And you grab a bowl of soup and read to him while he’s eating until the poor pouty baby passes out.

okay. oh my god. i love this.

warnings: none, just frankie being a big baby lol.

[neighbor!frankie masterlist]

Your phone dings and you stop in the middle of the aisle you were in to check your messages. You smile when you see it’s from your neighbor, Francisco. You let out an audible ‘aww’ after reading that he is sick and wondering if you’d bring him some medicine. You’d bring that man anything he needs.

After stopping home, you walk over to his place and knock on the door. He opens it and you take in his appearance. The hat he usually wears is gone and his hair sticks to this forehead with sweat. His face is flushed and he blinks at you with watery eyes.

“Hey,” he says weakly. “You might wanna-”

You brush past him and place the bags on the table. “Go lie down,” you tell him as he stands there staring at you in disbelief. “I hope that’s what you’ve been doing.”

“Well, I had a few things to do...”

“Francisco, you’re never going to get better if you don’t rest. Now please. You look like you’re at death’s door,” you scold.

“You sound like my mother.” His voice sounds a little nasally because of his stuffed nose. He chuckles then groans, holding his head.

“Let’s go.” You walk over and grab his arm then gently push him down on the couch. He looks up at you with the cutest, biggest brown eyes ever.

“I feel horrible,” he confesses, his lips falling into an exaggerated pout.

“I bet. Lemme see something...” You place your hand on his forehead and wince. “You’re burning up. Have you eaten anything?”

“Not hungry. When I’m sick everything tastes like cardboard anyway,” he complains, still pouting.

“You need something in your stomach. Fluids mostly. I’ll make you something.” You go to stand up but he grabs your hand.

“Thanks. You really don’t have to do this.”

“I don’t mind.” You pull your hand away gently. “But first...medicine.”

“Ugh,” he groans, watching you open the bottle and pour it into the little cup.

“You asked me to buy it for you, sir.” You walk over and sit on the coffee table in front of the couch. “Come on.” You help him sit up and he makes a face as you help him drink the bitter liquid.

“Yuck!” he says after swallowing the medicine and lying back down.

“Oh, you big baby.” You walk to the kitchen to wash your hands and start making him some food.

You bring a chair over from the table to sit in front of him. He had fallen asleep a few times as you cooked but now he is awake. “Hey sleepyhead. Can you sit up?”

“I think so.” With some help, he sits up but you don’t trust him to hold the bowl of soup. You move to sit beside him. “What are you doing?” he asks.

“Making sure you eat.”

He looks down at the bowl. “Chicken noodle soup?”

“The best remedy. Here.” You hold the spoon up to him. “Eat.”

“Really? I think I can feed myself.” But he still slurps from the spoon you hold for him.

“You can barely sit up, Francisco. Open up.” You hold another spoonful out to him and he eats it.

“This is delicious,” he says.

“So, it doesn’t taste like cardboard?” You smile and he shakes his head.

“Thanks for doing this. And I’ll pay you back for the medicine.”

“I don’t want your money. Think of it as a friend doing a favor for a friend.” You feed him some more soup.

“I’d say we’re more like best friends now,” he quips before laughing then groaning again. “I’m dying,” he complains.

“You’re not dying, Mr. Dramatic.” You reach up and tuck a loose strand of hair behind his ear. “And, yeah, I guess we are best friends, huh?” He leans into your palm and closes his eyes.

“No ones done that to me in...forever,” he says, moving his cheek into your palm more.

“Y-your fever is breaking.” You pull your hand away slowly.

“Since we’re best friends can I tell you a secret?”

“Yeah. Of course.”

“If I wasn’t contagious right now, I’d kiss you,” he confesses.

“You mean like...a best friend kinda kiss or a kiss kiss?” You look down and notice the bowl of soup in your hand is about to spill. You quickly move to put it down on the coffee table.

“How about I show you once I’m better,” he suggests.

“Yeah...I’d like that.”

“Good. For now, do you mind just touching me the way you did before?” He smiles sheepishly. You reach up and touch his cheek, letting him rub against your hand again. He sighs and lies back down. A short time later, he falls asleep and you pull the blanket up around him.

“Sleep tight, best friend.”

#frankie morales #frankie morales x reader #francisco 'catfish' morales #headcanon #neighbor!frankie #mostly-megan

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thisiswhatshefelt · 4 years ago

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For Olivia | Chapter Three

Author’s Note: We’re still in fluffy territory right now, but things pick up in the next part. I’m having so much fun writing this! Hey, look at me. Writing fluff. Who would have thought? Not me. Characters: Chef Coco Cruz & Black OC

Chapter Summary: Coco and Olivia officially meet for the first time. Previous Chapter: Two

Chapter Three On Park Sundays, Olivia’s always the first one to stir in the apartment. There’s an initial panic just as Shanice remembers what’s supposed to happen on this particular Sunday, but the feeling subsides to an undercurrent as she’s getting Olivia ready. Shanice takes her time in the closet, carefully considering her wardrobe this morning. She opts for a fitted tee and jeans instead of her usual hoodie and hat combo.

She catches her reflection in the mirror and slows her movements, suddenly finding this extra work is ridiculous for someone who may not even show. The anxiety begins to creep up again, slinking into the room.

What if she hates him? Shanice thinks. Or worse, what if she loves him and then he abandons her?

She doesn’t dwell on these thoughts for very long because Olivia is pulling her out the door soon after finishing breakfast. Shanice is still chewing a piece of toast when they get onto the highway.

They’re only at the playground for half an hour and Olivia’s disheveled clothing already looks like she’s halfway through finishing a decathlon. Shanice is watching Olivia go down the slide when she receives a text from Coco, signaling that he’s five minutes away. She beckons to Olivia, and she reluctantly trudges over.

“I don’t wanna leave yet,” Olivia begins to whine in protest.

“No, no, we’re not leaving,” Shanice shakes her head. “Remember I’ve been telling you that mommy’s friend from the other night might come to the park?”

Olivia shrugs, longingly gazing over at the rush of kids now heading to the wooden pirate ship. “The man that bringed the pizza?”

“He didn’t bring–” Shanice shakes the thought out of her head. “Yes, him. He’s coming over here to say hello.”

“How come?”

“Well, you know, he really likes the park, so when I told him we were going to be here, he asked to join us,” Shanice explains in logic that only makes sense to a child. “All you have to do is say hello and remember your manners. That’s it.”

Olivia waits impatiently, fidgeting back and forth on her feet. Shanice is thankful when she finally catches a glimpse of Coco rising from a car in the parking lot. She lifts Olivia and sets the child on her hip as Coco closes the distance between himself and the girls.

“Glad you made it,” Shanice greets him with a smile, and she’s genuinely relieved he’s kept this first promise. “Olivia, can you say hi to Johnny for me?”

Olivia shrinks at the attention, as she usually does with strangers. “Hi,” she says, turning into Shanice’s shoulder.

Coco’s lips part into a crescent, but he can only suck in a quick, soundless breath. His mouth wordlessly falters before smiling and giving way to simple yet weighted beginnings. “It’s nice to meet you, Olivia. You can call me Coco if you want.”

“Kay,” Olivia’s voice comes out no more than a breath as she lays her head on Shanice’s shoulder and pulls a few of Shanice’s shoulder-length twists over her eyes. Olivia curls in closer, attempting to disappear against the woman.

“It’s alright,” Shanice whispers back, giving a small squeeze. It’s alright, it’s alright. “Do you want to go back?”

Olivia nods slowly and Shanice lets her slink back to the ground.

“Where I can see you!” Shanice calls out to the small, retreating figure before stepping off to the side with some of the other parents. Coco sidesteps to follow her lead.

“Sorry.” Shanice can’t help but apologize. “Olivia’s just really shy around people.”

“Not your fault I’m a stranger,” Coco says. “Maybe I should’ve brought her a gift or something-”

“She doesn’t need gifts,” Shanice shakes her head, holding up her hand to stop him mid-sentence. “Just a little time, if you’re willing to give her yours. She’s a completely different kid when she’s comfortable.”

Coco’s sheepish gaze lands on Olivia and it follows her as she chases another girl over to the ship’s nautical wheel. Without taking his eyes off the children, he starts speaking. “I got another daughter, you know. That hostess at the restaurant?” He turns to Shanice, and she nods to both acknowledge and encourage. “My mom pretty much raised her as my sister until she was twelve. That’s when we let her know, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen her so pissed. Got her a laptop and a new phone, thinking it would make her happy. She set them both behind my car one day, so I rolled right over them when I was backing out.”

Shanice suddenly snorts and Coco looks at her strangely at the outburst. She cups her mouth with both hands, but it does little to stifle her growing laughter. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t expecting you to say all that.”

“I didn’t even mean to unload that family drama on you,” Coco chuckles, watching her laughter settle. His face contorts into an incredulous half-grin. “Don’t know why I even told you that.”

Shanice understands what he means. Their first two meetings they share are tense, but she allows herself to be nicer today until she’s given a reason not to be. As they speak, this moment is oddly comfortable. Like meeting an old friend…under the strangest circumstances.

“I haven’t been a teacher very long,” Shanice begins, composing herself, “But I’ve learned that teenagers are some of the most vindictive people in the world. Exceptional grudge-holders. It’s pretty impressive, actually.”

Coco smiles as he nods, thoughts briefly somewhere else. “Yeah, Letty’s good at that.”

“Couldn’t help but notice she wasn’t in school,” Shanice leads, trying not to seem like she’s being judgmental or prying, but she is pretty nosy.

“We’re in the middle of moving her into my place. I gotta get her registered for school and all that, so my mom can go traveling Europe and shiiii…” Coco’s voice strains towards the end when he realizes he’s about to swear in the middle of the playground. “She deserves to travel and have some fun after raising Letty. But it’s about to be all on me, and I’m just…”

“Scared?” she offers, and he shrugs. “Understandable. I’m not an expert, but kids mostly just need to feel safe, be encouraged, and be able to trust you.”

“I had all that and still ended up in jail.”

“Good point,” She playfully concedes with a shrug. “Sometimes you just gotta cross your fingers and hope for the best.”

After a beat, he knits his eyebrows together as he recalls something. “Wait, where do you teach?”

“I’m an English teacher at Damon Pope.”

His eyebrows raise in surprise, “That’s where Letty starts on Monday.”

“Really?” Shanice shares a similar look of disbelief. “So, you don’t live too far away from us.”

“Right at the edge of town,” he tells her. They get quiet, leaving things unsaid. He’d been living so close to Olivia and didn’t even realize until recently. Within the same school district.

Their conversation is benign after the awkward break. They opt for small talk until Olivia runs over with wood chips sticking to her feet and her hair coming out of her puffs.

“Can we go eat?” she asks, huffing and puffing.

“You want your PB&J?” Shanice asks, reaching to fix her hair.

“PB&J and pizza!” Olivia exclaims with a smile, throwing her tiny fists in the air.

Shanice makes a disgusted face, “Pizza again?”

Coco chimes in with an idea. “How about somethin’ with less preservatives? You two could come back to the restaurant.”

Olivia’s stomach answers for them both. ________

Once at Tres Reyes, Shanice is again overwhelmed by the amazing smell coming from the kitchen. She’d been secretly craving the food since stepping foot inside the restaurant. Letty’s at the front desk and she does a double take when she sees Coco being followed in by Shanice and the little girl.

“This is Letty,” Coco tells her, tapping his hand on the podium twice to pull her attention towards him. She is unabashedly staring at the child. Her little sister. “Letty, this is Shanice and Olivia.”

Shanice and Letty share very heavy nice to meet you’s.

“Where’s jefe?” He asks with a nod.

“Next door, yelling at Chucky again,” Letty tells him, staring at Olivia.

Letty puffs out her cheeks and crosses her eyes, making Olivia giggle through her teeth against Shanice’s shoulder.

“She’s so cute,” Letty gushes, but her voice is low as she seems to be speaking only to herself.

Coco surveys the restaurant with a glance. “It’s pretty slow, you want to help me with something?”

Letty nods.

“I’m gonna bring out a few things,” Coco says as he leads them through the restaurant before landing at a booth near the service window.

Coco throws an arm over Letty’s shoulder and whispers something in her ear as they walk towards the kitchen. By the soothing look in his eyes, Shanice can tell it’s an apology. He doesn’t expect to have his two daughters meet this way, and the weight of the moment doesn’t fully register until now. They go to the back for a while and an older woman with long dark hair approaches the table.

“I’m Vicki,” the waitress greets them. “Can I get you something to drink?”

“Just a ginger ale for me, please,” Shanice says.

Vicki turns to Olivia, “And what about you, princesa?”

“Apple juice, please,” Olivia speaks slightly muffled, biting the collar of her shirt. Shanice tugs the fabric from between her teeth.

Vicki smiles, giving them both a knowing look before walking away from the table. She wonders how many people Coco has told about what’s happening. Everyone is in on this big secret except Olivia.

Coco and Letty soon walk out with three trays filled with small bowls of toppings. On a single tray was a small tortilla. They place them on the table and Letty seems to linger until the restaurant door opens. She hesitates but leaves to tend to the incoming customers.

“This is kinda like a pizza. We can put anything on it,” Coco explains, picking up the first bowl.

Shanice encourages the moment, “This all looks so good, doesn’t it, Mushroom?”

Olivia only nods, still uncomfortable about her surroundings. She settles onto her knees with her hands flat on the table as she leans closer. She scrunches her face up, squinting with one eye at something in particular. “Where’s a’sauce?”

“We’re gonna spread this on it instead,” Coco says, holding up the bowl of refried beans. He demonstrates spreading it on half the tortilla. “You wanna try?”

Shanice watches as the words spark excitement in Olivia’s eyes. What Olivia actually hears is ‘You wanna help me make a mess?’ Her favorite pastime. She takes the spoon Coco’s offers and starts spreading the beans on the rest of the tortilla.

“Good, now you can put anything you want on it,” Coco tells her, pushing a bowl of shredded cheese towards her.

She dips her little fingers in the bowl and starts sprinkling it all over the pizza, but it mostly gets on the table. She takes some of the cheese from the table in the other hand and stuffs it in her mouth.

“Hey!” Shanice says, briefly tickling both Olivia’s sides, eliciting a loud laugh. She involuntarily brings her arms down to shield her sides. “Don’t eat all the ingredients!” Olivia just eats more, laughing louder.

Coco gets a playful look on his face before taking a small piece of diced tomato. He throws the piece in the air and catches it in his mouth. Olivia is astonished, immediately tries to do the same with the cheese, but it ends up all around her like confetti. Some lands in her hair, but Olivia only laughs again.

“Boy…” Shanice slowly sets her gaze on Coco, giving him a comically blank stare.

Olivia has a diced tomato in her hand aimed like a baseball. She throws the tomato at Coco and he expertly catches it in his mouth. Before Shanice can say anything else, Olivia throws a handful of cheese at her, expecting Shanice to also catch it in her mouth, but it catches her off guard. Cheese falls on her chest and soldiers.

“Sorry,” Olivia sings, but she doesn’t look sorry at all. She’s smiling from ear to ear, stuffing more cheese in her mouth.

Coco lets out a laugh as Shanice eats the cheese from her shirt. In that moment, Shanice can see what Mel found attractive about him four years ago. She notices the dimple in his cheek deepening every time he smiles.

“Love that you taught her that,” Shanice says with playful sarcasm, as she picks cheese out of her hair. “Alright, let’s finish so we can eat the, uh…”

“It’s called a tlayuda,” Coco finishes.

“A yuda?” Olivia questions.

Coco smirks at her pronunciation “Yeah, it’s almost like a pizza.”

“Kay,” Olivia says, focusing on putting more toppings on the tlayuda.

A few moments later, Letty returns with a much neater version of the dish. Her mouth waters at the strips of steak, cheese, and fresh avocado loaded onto the tortilla.

“Sit with us?” Shanice suggests. Letty doesn’t hesitate, sliding next to Coco and bumping him in the process. Coco dramatically crashes into the booth’s half wall, eliciting another giggle from Olivia. Slowly, the little girl Shanice is familiar with begins to emerge.

“Hi, Olivia,” Letty greets her again. She’s trying to make eye contact with a preoccupied Olivia, as if she’s trying to get the attention of the cool kid at school. “I’m Letty.”

“Hi,” Olivia croaks out between haphazard bites of the tlayuda she’s made. She greets Letty out of reflex and immediately looks up when she realizes three sets of eyes are on her. Olivia suddenly plops down on Shanice’s lap, pushing the back of her head against her chest.

“So Letty,” Shanice begins, wrapping her arm across Olivia. “We’re going to be seeing a lot more of each other. I teach over at Damon Pope.”

“Forreal?” Letty asks slyly as she takes out her waitress pen and pad from her apron. She wets the pen with the tip of her tongue. “And which class is that again?”

Shanice lets out a small laugh when Coco��s eyebrows furrow suspiciously. “Why you wanna know?”

“I’m just assuming it wouldn’t hurt to know the teacher personally.”

“I teach English, but I’m kind of known for being a tough grader.”

“Ooh, then forget it,” Letty says, putting her pen and pad down on the table. Coco tsked.

Shanice can’t help but laugh, “Mr. Kochiss teaches British Lit, and I’ve heard a lot of students say that his class has a more…relaxed grading policy,” Shanice says, choosing her words correctly. “But you seem to be a very intelligent girl. If you want a class that’s a little more challenging, I teach Lit Comp. It’s an AP class, but if you’re serious, I’m sure we can work something out.”

“AP?” Letty’s eyebrows raise playfully. “So is that Kochiss with a K or a C?”

“Leticia,” Coco says, his voice coming out as more of a groan.

“Oh, what? I can’t joke now?” Letty asks innocently.

Shanice laughs into her first bite of tlayuda. She has to lean awkwardly over the table because Olivia is still parked on her lap with no intention of moving.

Shanice lets out an unexpected moan when she tastes the food. “This is so good.” She doesn’t realize the way she sounds until she looks up to find Coco’s half-lidded eyes on her. It’s just a flash, but it feels like an eternity when their eyes meet across the table. He quickly averts his eyes down to the table as he taps a song with his fingers.

“When will you…” Letty starts, oblivious to the previous interaction. It pulls Coco’s and Shanice’s attention back. “When are you going to, you know…tell her?”

Shanice loudly clears her throat. “Uh, not for a while. We all still need to get to know each other better. Get comfortable.”

“About that,” Coco interjects. “I was thinkin’ next time we could meet up at the beach.”

Olivia perks up again just then.

“We don’t say eachbay or oolpay or any large bodies of aterway around this one.” Shanice practically hisses the words as she pushes them through her teeth.

“Can we go to the eachbay today? Pleeeease?” Olivia begs.

Shanice threw her hands up in defeat. “Great, now I can’t even say it in pig Latin.”

Coco speaks up, “You know what would be better than going to the beach for just a little while today?”

“What?” Olivia surprisingly doesn’t shy away.

“Staying for the whole day on Saturday. If that’s okay with Shanice, of course.”

Olivia turns around so that she’s kneeling on Shanice’s thighs. The little girl takes Shanice by the face to whisper with wide eyes. “Can we go to the beach on Saddurday?”

Shanice whispers back, mirroring her animated expression. “Yes. As long as you’re good.” Olivia starts leaving greasy kisses all over Shanice’s forehead. “Alright, alright!” she says at full volume now. “Girl, you’re gonna take off my eyebrows.”

“And I could come too, maybe?” Letty asks as Olivia sits back down. For a moment, she’s just a little girl asking to tag along.

“Aye, you gotta be good too,” Coco teases.

Somewhere along the conversation Olivia falls asleep against Shanice’s chest. She looks down at the little girl and is thankful the day doesn’t turn out to be the disaster she’d imagined.

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wickedgamesoyaoya · 4 years ago

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HELLO!!! FANCY SEEING YOU HERE ALSKUXHCHC I WOULD LIKE TO REQUEST FLUFF, WITH BOKUTO, AND PROMPT #5 💚🧡💚🧡💜💜💜❤️❤️🤎🤎💚💕💚🖤🖤💜💜💖💘💓💕💕💗💗❤️❣️❣️

The corners of your mouth twitched into an uneasy smile as you processed the scene ahead of you. It was nearly identical to the image printed on the postcards you had purchased mere moments ago from the resort lobby. A fresh batch of snow gracefully blanketed over the slope, and the visitors, adorning their colourful snow tubes almost appeared to be sprinkles on the icy substance.

When you had originally allowed your fiancé to pick your vacation destination – you knew it would involve some adventure, but you did not expect that he would bring you to a winter wonderland.

“Babe, I need your hand.” Bokuto fiddled with your glove, as his bright irises twinkled in concern. “You’re gonna get a frostbite.” Once you absentmindedly provided him access to your hand, he slipped the glove into place before stepping back, and confirming that you had adequate protection from the dropping temperature.

“Kou, I’m warm! Don’t worry.” Despite your internal alarm with the scheduled activity, you had vowed to make the most of the day. And so, you would conquer your fear – or at least try to conquer it.

After one more scan of your body, the volleyball player was satisfied. Since the procedural aspects were now complete, his attention landed on the staircase leading to the smallest slope on the resort. The other three slopes were only accessible if one rode the gondola lift, but Bokuto knew you were not ready for those just yet.

“Alright! Let’s do this.” The declaration had brought a dazzling grin to his mouth – one that you found to be incredibly contagious. With a faint smile tracing along your features, you proceeded forward, taking his right arm into your grasp.

“Yeah, let’s do it.”

After selecting your snow tubes, you made your way to the top of the first slope. Upon reaching your destination, your breath caught inside of your throat. The emotions sprawling within your chest could easily be labeled as beginner’s nerves – yet the label did not help calm the danger sirens you were trying to silence.

“Hmm, babe? You okay?” There was no disguising the second wave of anxiety that washed over you. Tilting his head with his brows furrowed, Bokuto reached out to brush aside the few strands sticking against your cheek.

“Kou… What if one of us gets injured? Did you see that guy? He fell off and landed face first!” Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip as you pressed yourself closer to him.

“Huh? Oh, that guy? Didn’t you see he was laughing about it? I think he’s fine.” For a brief moment his attention flickered to the group of friends below, no one appeared to be harmed. Rather, it seemed that he jumped off the snow tube earlier on purpose. That being said, if you were feeling uneasy it was his job to comfort you. Puckering out his lips in thought, he searched the surroundings for a solution.

“Kou, if I die. I love you, you know that, right?” The dramatic response was stated in a whisper as you continued to watch the other tourists who embraced the thrill associated with the activity.

Exhaling a breath to dismantle the pout on his mouth, he planted a kiss to the tip of your nose then shook his head. “I love you, y/n. But you’re not going to die. Not as long as you have me to protect you!” Striving to reassure you, he presented a toothy smile, one that melted some of the anxiety wrapping around your heart. “Plus, I have a plan.”

“A plan?” Echoing the words back, curiosity brought your eyelids to narrow.

“Uh huh.” The grin remained plastered against his features as he approached the employee responsible for instructing the tobogganers. “Hey hey! I have a question. What kinda positions are allowed for couples who wanna share a snow tube?”

“Koutarou!” His name was choked out in embarrassment, and the group of teenagers behind you giggled in amusement.

But the resort employee remained unbothered, lifting his shoulders into a shrug. “What kinda position do you want to do?”

“Can she straddle me?” The pure edge to his voice did not match the content of his question. By now, you were masking your bewildered expression with your glove.

“Uh. That probably wouldn’t work. But she can sit on your lap, and wrap her arms around you or something. Your tube is large enough for that.” The disinterest clear in his tone made you wonder exactly what was asked in the past to make this person so…dead. But maybe that was a question better left unanswered.

“Oh yeah? Did you hear that, y/n?” Bokuto was practically bouncing on the spot. Snow tubing had now gotten more exciting for the male. He loved being close to you, and now he could package that with snow-tubing? He could not be happier.

You on the other hand? Well, you provided him a weak wave to indicate your “approval”.

“Yes. I heard it all.”

Once it was your turn, Bokuto placed the tube onto the snow then took a seat inside. After the employee directed him to place his hands on each handle, he instructed you on where to sit and how to hold onto your fiancé. While it was certainly embarrassing with everyone watching, this arrangement was one you were happy to accept. Even if straddling was allowed, there was no way in hell you would do that in front of an audience. But sharing a snow tube with your significant other wasn’t a big deal, a detail you realized after witnessing multiple other couples do so.

“You both ready?” The attendant sighed out. With Bokuto’s enthusiastic “hell yeah” and the muffled yes falling from your lips, he pushed your tube forward and towards your awaiting death.

Just kidding.

With your face finding refuge against the crook of his neck, the journey down was short and painless. Once the tube halted, you peeled away from Bokuto and let out a little “huh.”

“Not that bad, right?” Before you had a chance to respond and lift yourself up, he adjusted your hat, making sure your ears remained covered.

“Wait. I wanna do it again.” Remaining seated on him, you shifted your stare to the hill that no longer contained a threatening aura.

“Alone?” He tilted his head, attempting to recapture your attention.

“Yes.” The determination animating your y/e/c irises was equally adorable and fascinating, drawing out a chuckle from the male.

“That’s my girl!”

After conquering your fear with the smaller slope, you felt much more confident when approaching the larger ones. Bokuto, who remained attentive to your needs and concerns, would insist on accompanying on the journey down until you became comfortable enough to go on your own. When it was finally time to visit the final slope of the resort, you were much calmer and rather excited for the experience that awaited you.

“Kou, I’m gonna grab my own tube for this one. I think I can do it alone.” Proceeding a step back, you reached on your toes to catch a visual of the tube you abandoned near the cable transport.

“You sure?” Pausing, he surveyed your stance for any indication of hesitation.

“Yeah! Just go down without me.” It was quite clear he did not enjoy the idea of leaving you alone, but you reassured him with a wiggle of your fingers. “I’ll only be a little behind you, I promise!” That seemed to be enough to satisfy him.

Once you retrieved the snow tube, you hoisted it up with a confident smile. As you began to walk back towards the attendant’s post, however, the conversation of an unknown group of men forced you to stop in your tracks.

“I can’t believe our luck. Running into the MSBY Black Jackal’s Ace?”

“I can’t believe his shit luck. Hanamiya’s really going to puncture his tube.”

“Guess he really does live for the fun of “crushing” people.”

Rage boiled inside of your veins, lacing together with pure panic. Bokuto was already halfway down the slope, and you presumed the one lined up next was the one named “Hanamiya.” Thrusting your weight forward to fight against the weight of the snow, you tried to make it to the attendant in time. Unfortunately, it was a little too late.

“Shit. Shit shit.” Lowering the tube to the ground, you waited until you saw the volleyball player reach the bottom safely. But the issue was that this meant that the stranger after your fiancé was already halfway to his goal. “Okay. Screw it. I’m sorry!”

Instead of waiting for the resort employee’s approval, you jumped onto the tube then nudged yourself forward. Due to your improper position, your tube almost tipped over numerous times. Yet, you somehow managed to reach the bottom without completely being thrown off. You were seconds from completing your journey when you saw the dark-haired male slyly approach Bokuto. Without a second thought, you launched yourself off from the tube, transferring your weight onto the stranger.

Surprise coloured his features at your sudden attack and emergence. But you did not waste a second, quick to press your covered palm against his face.

“You stay the hell away from my fiancé.”

“Y/n!” Soon Bokuto’s arms were hooked around you, dragging you off and away from Hanamiya. “What happened?”

“Wow. Attacking a stranger. I wonder if I could sue you for this.” Raising himself from the ground, he patted off the snow stuck against his jacket. An emotionless smile hung from his mouth, only increasing your irritation.

“I heard your friends, you little shit. Don’t think for a second I’ll let you hurt him.” Standing protectively in front of your fiancé, you placed your hands on either side of you. Behind you Bokuto struggled to comprehend what was occurring, in a puzzled state his eyes travelled from you to the stranger ahead.

“And here I thought you were only a damsel in distress.” Clicking his tongue, amusement curved Hanamiya’s eyebrows.

The statement did not register well with Bokuto who fell into a scowl. “What the hell are you talking about? She could totally kick your ass and mine.”

“Kou, I would never do that to you.” Reaching out, you poked his nose with the tip of your glove before turning your focus back to your newfound adversary. “But you, wouldn’t it be unfortunate if that pin you’ve been holding ends up stabbing you instead.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Casting his glare aside, he shoved his hands into his pockets. A few meters away were his friends from earlier, they seemed to be watching the scene from a “safe” distance. “Whatever, this isn’t fun.” After administering a final glare, Hanamiya shifted his back to you and then went to join his friends.

“Asshole.” The curse fell from your lips as you fought the urge to launch another attack on him.

“That was really dangerous, y/n.” Bokuto stepped aside, forcing your gaze to return to him. A childish pout was on full display to demonstrate his emotional state.

“What?”

“Jumping off the tube! You could have gotten hurt.” His pout only increased now, it was clear that he was unphased by the potential threat that was posed to his safety. It was you he was worried about.

“Oh yeah. But it was kinda fun.” Recalling the thrill of the event, a titter crawled up your throat.

“She’s a monster! My fiancée has turned into a monster.” Low laughter rumbled from his chest as he slipped his arms around you, drawing you into his embrace.

“Well it’s only fitting that I’m engaged to a member of the monster generation then.” Rolling your eyes, you contently accepted the warmth offered by your fiancé.

A/N: 1) My shooting star! I am sorry this took 500 years, I was trying to write this properly! I hope this was okay ;-; 2) I realized too late that snow tubing may be something most people don’t know so here is a reference photo lol

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eternalsehyoon · 4 years ago

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Monsta X imagine: first date.

This is how I would imagine the members on a first date with a potential lover. This is solely based off my opinion and my perception of them, I’m sorry if some of these seem unaccurate to you! Enjoyyyy :)

Shownu

Ice cream (or any other type of food) dates

Would be SUPER SHY, but really thoughtful

Always making sure you’re enjoying yourself, having a good time “Is everything good? Are you having fun?”

Wouldn’t make the first move unless he’s completely comfortable and 99% sure you would reciprocate

A TOTAL gentleman, would open doors for you and make sure you feel safe

Would definitely be the type to ask before holding your hand or gently pecking your lips

Good listener

Short responses when you ask about him, but would absolutely love to hear about YOUR life stories

Soft kisses on your cheeks and lips

Would totally drive you back home and wait for you to get inside before leaving

“I had a really good time, hope we can do this again.”

Minhyuk

Playful dates ONLY

He would bring you to places like Build-A-Bear, because he’s a cutie like that

CANNOT take his hands off you

Will help you find cute outfits for your plushie

Always admiring you, « How did I get so lucky? »

Spontaneous

The type to grab your hand and start frolicking around like a child

He’d always find a way to make you laugh if he senses your nervousness

Would be so sweet and affectionate, “No need to be shy, you’re perfect!”

Would come up with plenty of ideas for what to do next

Straightforward when it comes to how he feels about you, « I really really like you, let’s do this again soon? »

Would peck your nose/lips and tell you how gorgeous you are ALL the time

« Wanna go back to my place? I don’t want this to end. »

Would spend the rest of the night cuddling with you and talking about everything

Hyungwon

Lazy « stay at home and watch an entire kdrama » kind of dates

Awkward at first

He would definitely order your favorite food and you’d eat it together while watching said kdrama

Silent because he’s concentrated on the show but would crack jokes once in a while to make you laugh

Would ask you a ton of questions between each episode to get to know you better

A whole lot of cuddling involved

Would be the type to gently run his fingers through your hair while you’re lying on his lap

Would stare at you when you’re not looking because he thinks you’re absolutely beautiful

“I so want to kiss you right now” before crashing his lips on yours

If you’d fall asleep, he would cover you up with a blanket and watch you doze off until he falls asleep with you on the couch

Jooheon

Movie theatre dates

Definitely the type to greet you with a hug

He’d make you feel 100% comfortable within the first minutes of the date

He would totally bring you to an arcade before the movie, to get to know you a bit better

Would mostly be competitive, but would lose a couple of games on purpose just to make you feel better about yourself

BUT… wouldn’t hesitate a second to tease you/ make fun of you when you lose, “Wow, driving sure isn’t your speciality” (while playing a racing game)

Very touchy-feely

Would let you pick the movie, because ya know, he’s a gentleman like that

He’d trace small circles on your hand or arm with the tip of his index while watching the movie

Would whisper hilarious comments about the movie in your ear once in a while “Did you see what he just did? That’s a whole fricken mood!”

Would end up kissing you passionately before dropping you off at your place

Super clingy and wouldn’t want you to leave, “I just wanna hug you forever and never let go.”

Kihyun

Picnic dates

Would insist to prepare all the food, even if you told him multiple times that you’d love to help

“I’ll take care of everything, don’t worry.”

Quite confident and a bit cocky, but suuuuper sweet

Would make you feel like royalty

Wouldn’t miss the chance to tease you when you spill some food on yourself, “You eat like a child, Y/N.”

Would bring his camera and take random photos every once in a while

Would probably snap quick pictures of you when you’re not looking, because he’s so fond of you

Romantic walk around the park after dinner, “Let me hold your hand, if that’s alright?”

Would stay with you until it gets dark to watch the stars

Would kiss you spontaneously while you guys are talking because he can’t resist you “Finally… I’ve been wanting to do this all night.”

Intense make-out sessions

He can’t get enough of you, “This was absolutely perfect, let’s do this again. Like… tomorrow maybe?”

Changkyun

Shopping dates

Would be super chill on the outside, but kinda nervous on the inside

He’d love to go to your favorite stores with you, it would be his own personal way of getting to know you

Definitely the type to spend hours in a candy shop with you and help you choose a ton of delicious treats

Takes his job as a Candy Expert very seriously, sticking out his tongue without realizing because he’s too focused « Gummy bears or sour cherries…? We’ll take both. »

Because he’s an accessory enthusiast, he would ask your advice on jewelry, glasses or hats

He would let you pick whatever you think fits him well « I trust you, you must have good taste, since you’re on a date with me. » wink wink

Would pick a ton of clothes for you and watch you « catwalk » afterwards, « I can’t believe how pretty you are, ALL these clothes suit you well. »

Would carry your bags for you like the gentleman that he is

Would take silly pictures with you in a photobooth and steal a kiss for the last photo

Wouldn’t stop kissing you every once in a while after that, « I could get used to this. »

After the date, when you are both in your own houses, he’d text you: It was a pleasure to get to know you today Y/N, you definitely keep me wanting to know more…

Wonho

Coffee dates

Romantic as hell

Definitely the type to bring a bouquet of flowers, “I chose red roses, I hope you like them.”

Would certainly share desert with you (cake, ice cream, chocolate fondue, name it)

Would think you’re the most gorgeous person he’s laid his eyes on

He’d have literal heart eyes while looking at you

I swear, the guy is all over you

Would choose a booth over any other table because he’d want to sit right next to you

His hand would be continuously brushing your thigh while you guys talk

Would absolutely love talking to you for hours while sipping on his coffee

He’d be very curious and interested, “Tell me everything there is to know about you.”

Not afraid to use his charms and pick-up lines to seduce you

Would make you feel so cozy and petite in his arms

Would drive you back home and walk with you up to your front porch, “I guess it’s time to say goodbye.”

He’d crash his lips on yours, passionately at first, getting more and more gentle, his hand slowly brushing your cheek “Please call me, soon?”

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hopelikethemoon · 4 years ago

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Dad I’d Like to F— (Javier x Reader) {MTMF} [smut]

Title: Dad I’d Like to F— Rating: Explicit Length: 6900 Warnings: Smut (dirty talk, blow jobs, orgasm delay, facesitting, over-stimulation, girl on top, doggy style, squirting, multiple orgasms, and casual cum eating) Notes: You can find everything about Maybe Today, Maybe Forever here. Set in the summer of 1998. Again this exists because @grapemama yells at me for things and I am more than happy to provide. Summary: Summertime suits Javier the best.

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“Daddy,” Josie tugged at the sleeve of his shirt, before she all but threw herself against his arm as she curled her arms around his neck, resting her chin on his shoulder. “Do you think there’s buttercups? Sissy hasn’t seen buttercups!”

You grinned at them as you sat with your legs crossed beneath you. Sofía was happily chilling in your lap, leaning back against your stomach as she watched Josie with rapt interest. You hated that you were going to have to disrupt her soon.

If Josie was around, Sofía was watching her. “J-j-o!” She made grabby hands towards Josie, before clapping them together.

“We’ll find some buttercups for her.” Javier assured her, pressing a kiss to her cheek before he let her go.

Josie made her way over to you, reaching out to let Sofía take her hand. “You wanna see the flowers, sissy? We don’t know if you like butter!” She looked up at you then. “Do you think she likes butter?”

“If she’s anything like you, she’s going to love butter.” You assured her, tapping your finger against her chin as you scrunched up your nose. “Why don’t you go play, sweetheart? Then we’ll go look for the flowers before I head back to work.”

Josie grinned brightly at you, before she leaned down and cupped Sofía’s face with both hands and kissed her forehead — knocking her floppy hat off her head. “Oops!”

Sofía tried to mimic her, shrilly expressing her dismay as she pitched forward in your arms and grabbed at her hat.

Javier leaned forward and picked up the hat, putting it back on her head. “You sure you have to go to work?” He questioned, tilting his head to look at you.

“I wish I could stay.” You sighed, reaching out to brush your fingers over his cheek. “Be glad I didn’t have to go in until noon today.”

It was killing you that you had to work, while Javier got to spend all day with the kids. You’d kill to spend the long summer days at the park with the three of them.

Especially Javier. Summer was treating him very well. A month and a half in and he’d let his hair go — proving exactly where Josie got her soft chestnut curls from. And the scruff? You could get very used to it.

You loved his mustache, but there was something about that patchy scruff that made your mind wander… You did enjoy how it felt between your thighs.

Fuck. You had to keep focused. You had a three-hour long narcotics seminar to teach to a bunch of fresh-faced idiots who were going to ignore the first hour simply because you were a woman. You had to bring your A-game.

You couldn’t not get caught up thinking about Javier. Despite how good he looked.

Javier just had to go and look like the hottest man in the park. And you’d looked around — there were some attractive men, but none of them were Javi.

Javier pressed a quick kiss to your lips, “So I can’t tempt you to stay longer and have a cherry freeze pop?”

“Tempting.” You bumped your nose against his. “Don’t let Josie eat a whole one alone. She’ll be bouncing off the walls tonight and… I have plans.”

“Plans?” He arched a brow as you passed Sofía to him.

“You know exactly what I’m thinking.” You smirked as you started to stand up, gesturing to him. “Have you looked in the mirror lately, babe?”

Javier laughed as he held onto both of Sofía’s hands to support her as she toddled in front of him on the blanket. “I look like a man whose razor went mysteriously missing.”

“It’s summer — only I have to suffer the blade.” You teased, leaning down to ruffle your fingers through his hair. “Who do I have to bribe to make this your year-round look?”

He grinned as he swatted your hand away. “You like unkempt?”

“I like you.” You winked at him, before you looked towards Josie — who was busily gathering buttercups. You loved that she still remembered that innocuous moment. She was so little back then.

“I’ll make a note that you like it when I let it all go.”

“I particularly like it when you let your buttons go,” You smirked, trailing your fingers down the great expanse of bare skin leading down to the fourth button he had unbuttoned. “Try not to pick up any sexy dog walkers or hot moms.”

“You coming back with Stevie, then?” He shot back, “Cause there’s only one sexy dog walker and hot mom I want.”

You dramatically clutched at your chest, “The things you say that make me swoon, Javi.” You gave his hair a little tug, before you called out to Josie.

“Are you leaving, mommy?” Josie questioned as she flopped down onto the blanket beside her father.

“Unfortunately.” You frowned, “Are you going to be good for, daddy? Hold his hand when you’re crossing the street and please, please, help him with your sister.”

“I have buttercups!” She held her fist up to you. “Can we check her butter chin before you go?”

You knelt back down on the blanket, ushering Josie towards Javier as you brought a buttercup up under Sofía’s chin. “Look.”

“She likes butter, mommy! Daddy!” She threw her arms around your shoulders, hugging you tightly.

“I know, baby doll.” You grinned, looking between her and Javier. You still couldn’t believe that Josie was a few months away from kindergarten. She was a big girl now. A whole five years old.

Javier tilted his head to look at you, “Knock ‘em dead, baby.”

“You know it.” You leaned forward on your hands and pressed a lingering kiss to his lips, “Don't wear yourself out. I’m going to take advantage of this long hair.” You nipped at his bottom lip, before you pulled back to kiss both of your babies and got up off the blanket.

“Oh, wait,” You started, moving around behind him, leaning back down to drape your arms over his shoulders. “You need these.” You smirked as you carefully placed his aviators back on his face. “I’ll see you this evening.”

Javier curled his fingers around your arm, squeezing it three times. “Looking forward to it, baby.”

——

The seminar went about as well as you expected it to. At least Monica had offered up her afternoon to help you administer the relevant materials and keep the session in order. Plus, it all went towards her internship with the department.

“Are you free to watch the girls tomorrow?” You questioned hopefully as you shuffled extra handouts back into an envelope.

“I’m actually heading up to stay with Nadia for the weekend.” Monica offered a slight smile. “Otherwise, I’d say yes.”

You sighed dramatically, “I mean sure… What could possibly be better? Your hot girlfriend or two rambunctious children?”

Monica pursed her lips, laughing as she feigned like she was considering. “Don’t get me wrong, I love the girls — but hot girlfriend is always going to be the right answer.”

You tsked, “Maybe I’m wanting a little alone time with my hot partner?”

She started laughing, “Oh God. Speaking of Javier. I had coffee yesterday with a couple of the girls from the major—“ Monica cut herself off with more laughter. “I guess they saw him at the park on Monday.”

You covered your face and groaned, “Was he doing something stupid?”

“No! He was pushing the girls on the swings.” Monica explained, “Needless to say, my classmates are officially obsessed with him.”

“I can’t blame them.”

“I was so uncomfortable.” Monica made a face. “I just wanted to scream ‘that is my father!’ at them.”

You grinned, “What were they saying?”

“I believe they referred to him as a ‘DILF’.”

“Is that dad I’d like to fu—“

“Don’t say it!”

“Well,” A slow smirk spread over your lips. “That’s exactly why I’m looking for a sitter. Cause they’re not wrong. He is a dad I’d very much like to fuck.”

“Ugh. Gross.” Monica scrunched up her nose. “I just ate.”

“Oh, and what are you and Nadia doing this weekend? Baking cookies?” You gave her an unamused look.

“It’s bad enough when he comes to class with very obvious hickies.” She retorted, folding her arms across her chest. “There’s just some things I don’t want to know about.”

You rolled your eyes, “If only you knew some of the things we get up to.”

She grimaced, sticking her fingers in her ears. “I’m not listening.”

You laughed loudly, shaking your head as you stuffed the envelope into your briefcase. “Okay, but I really want to know what else these students were saying…”

She sighed heavily, “I tried to pretend I wasn’t listening.” Monica admitted to you, screwing up her face as she sat down in the chair across from your desk. “I think they just really enjoyed seeing him in something other than a suit. He’s kinda got a whole uniform thing when he’s teaching.”

You nodded, “He hates wearing suits and yet cannot be convinced to wear anything less than a suit for his lectures.”

“Right?” Monica rolled her eyes. “I think he had that stupid Hawaiin shirt on. The one Steve got him.”

“Oh God, Javi…”

“I told you we should’ve burned it.”

“I tried.” You deadpanned.

“Apparently,” Monica continued. “He hardly had it buttoned up, which really got their attention.”

You bit down on your bottom lip, “It’s a really good look.”

“I wouldn’t know.” She pursed her lips and widened her eyes dramatically. “It was bad enough that I had to go along with them. Calling Javier sexy is about the last thing I’d ever want to do. For so many reasons.”

“I cannot wait to torment him about this tonight.” You snorted, storing your projector slides in the filing cabinet behind you. “DILF. The things that young people will come up with.”

“There’s a reason his classes are made up of mostly women,” Monica pointed out. “However, I’m pretty sure there’s a couple guys who sign up in hopes that you’ll guest lecture more often.”

“You know,” You started as you sat down behind your desk. “I’ve considered leaving all of this—” You gestured around your office. “And trying the whole teaching thing. But I don’t know if I’d be any good at it. It’s kinda Javi’s thing.”

“Uh,” Monica’s brows furrowed together. “You just spent three hours absolutely schooling a bunch of dumbass men who think they know all about narcotics because they watched Miami Vice with their parents. The university would be lucky to have you.”

You shrugged, “Maybe. At least then I’d have more time with my family.” It was something to consider. Working for the Miami PD was only ever supposed to be a temporary thing, but somehow it had transitioned into a 9-5 job.

It really killed you during the summertime when you just wanted to be home with Javi and the girls.

Maybe you could convince the Murphys to watch the girls tomorrow.

“Are you listening to me?”

“Hmm?” You arched a brow. “Shit, sorry.”

“You were a million miles away.”

“More like five miles.” You pressed your tongue to the inside of your cheek. “All this discussion about a certain DILF and my mind… is not on work.”

Monica rolled her eyes, “I can’t exactly blame you. I’ve been counting the hours until I can drive to Merritt Island.”

“Honestly, you could leave now.” You told her, “I’ll sign your internship papers and fudge the hours.”

“Really?” Her eyes lit up. “You’re the best.”

“Who am I to stand in the way of you getting a little action, Monica?” You grinned. “Have fun. Tell Nadia I said ‘hello’ please.”

She stepped around your desk to hug you, before she grabbed her backpack and headed out of your office, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

The fact that his students were thirsting over him cracked you up. Javier was so staunchly serious about being a professor and he was entirely oblivious to the fact that he had a gaggle of students that would do just about anything for a good grade. Well, he knew it — given the situation that brought Monica into your lives — but you doubted he understood just how hot-for-teacher his students were.

And in his current state?

Summertime Javier was a whole different beast than the man he was during the academic year. Florida’s humidity had his shaggy hair curling at the nape of his neck and over his ears. He didn’t put an ounce of product in it, which meant it was frequently windswept and wild. Just begging for your fingers to play with it.

You’d always loved his hair. You vividly remembered the first time you wondered if his hair was as soft as it looked — you had only known him for all of a month.

And then there was his goddamn inability to button his shirts. He might leave the house with only the top two undone, but somehow, every evening, after a day at the park with the girls — he’d turn up with his buttons undone almost to his navel. Always with a sheen of sweat that made his golden skin that just screamed to be touched.

Not to mention, he was actually relaxed. You couldn’t remember the last time you had seen him this relaxed. Except maybe those two years when he stayed at home with Josie. He had been really good at being a stay-at-home father.

When you put all of that together… he was a DILF.

Now, what were you going to do to kill the next two hours of work?

———

You were actually pretty surprised that you got home before Javier did. The girls were usually worn out by about two or three in the afternoon. He’d clearly been home — Stevie wasn’t dying to go out and she had a half-eaten bowl of kibble sitting in the kitchen.

“Shi— Shoot.” Javier quickly corrected as he came through the front door with Sofía strapped to his chest and Josie hot on his heels. “I thought I’d beat you home.”

“Is that pizza I smell?” You questioned as you kicked off your shoes by the sofa, walking towards him to take the pizza boxes out of his hands.

He grinned at you, “Well, I figured since you had to work hard today, you deserved an easy evening.”

“I mean, pizza is always the right choice,” You remarked, heading towards the kitchen. “But I appreciate the gesture.”

“Mommy,” Josie said as she followed after you. “Daddy let me eat a whole popsicle!”

“Kid, what did we talk about being a nark?” You arched a brow at her, before you knelt down to her height. “What else did daddy let you do?”

“JoJo, princesa, how dare you betray me?” Javier put on as he leaned against the counter, running his hand over Sofía’s back as she slept against his chest. Someone had clearly had herself a long day.

“He let me walk Stevie all by myself.” Josie revealed to you, grinning from ear-to-ear. “But she’s strong.”

“Which is why you’re only allowed to walk her with mommy or daddy.” You reminded her, scrunching up your nose as you took her hands into yours and examined them. “Even if you hadn’t ratted on your father, your hands are bright red Josie. Can you go wash them for me?”

“Okay!” She patted your hands in between hers, before she darted out of the kitchen — Stevie following after her.

“Seems like you three had fun today,” You arched a brow at Javier as you stood back up, moving to grab paper plates out of the cabinet. “I guess summer is for breaking rules.”

“She’s too good at getting what she wants.” Javier shook his head. “I think she burned most of the sugar out of her system.”

“You better hope she did.” You gave him a pointed look, “Because I spent the last two hours thinking about—” You glanced down the hallway, ensuring that Josie was still running water in the bathroom, before you fixed Javier with a heated look. “— your cock.”

Javier swallowed thickly, going rather stiff as he stared back at you. “Is that so?”

You nodded your head slowly. “Mhm.” You turned your back to him then, opening up the pizza box and doling out slices for the two of you and Josie. “Babe, do you want pepperoni?”

“You can’t just say shit like that and then switch gears on me, baby.” Javier complained, moving to join you at the kitchen island.

“Oh, but I can.” You grinned, stepping around behind him and giving his ass a playful squeeze. “If I can give a seminar to seventy-odd students, while wishing I was at home sucking your cock… I think you can handle me asking you about pizza toppings.”

He dragged his fingers through his hair, your eyes watching the path they took as he slid them back and rubbed at the back of his neck. “And what’s got you so worked up today, baby?” Javier questioned, opening up the second box of pizza and throwing a slice of pepperoni onto his plate.

You pressed your tongue to the inside of your cheek, a slow grin spreading over your lips. “Same thing that’s got your students hot and bothered.”

He sputtered, “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” You met his gaze, chuckling quietly. “Monica met up with some of your other students yesterday and apparently everyone was losing it over this.” You gestured over the length of him. “Something about an unbuttoned Hawaiin shirt and swinging the girls.”

“And that makes them ‘hot and bothered’?” He seemed scandalized.

“Never underestimate the appeal of a father with his children.” You gave him a pointed look, your eyes flickering downwards to your daughter who was still sound asleep, her little cheek pressed against his bare chest. “Not to mention, apparently DILF was thrown around.”

“I don’t know what that is.”

“It’s an anagram for ‘dad I’d like to f—’.” You faltered on the word as the water shut off in the bathroom and Josie reemerged, singing “I Won’t Say I’m in Love” at the top of her lungs.

“We came home and rewatched Hercules after you went to work.” Javier admitted with a short laugh, before he looked back at you. “I have so many questions about this anagram. Please tell Monica I never want to know who said it. Never gonna look them in the eyes again.”

“All I know is that I am the only one who gets to be in on that action.” You said, biting down on your bottom lip as you raked your gaze over him.

Javier’s tongue darted out over his bottom lip, “I’m… going to go put this one in her crib.”

You snorted, “You’re walking awfully stiff there, babe.”

He flipped you off, just out of Josie’s line of view as she returned to the kitchen with Stevie.

“Hey Josie,” You said as you knelt down in front of her. “We’re gonna eat in the family room tonight.”

“Really?” She grinned brightly. “Can we watch TV?”

“You wanna watch Hercules and Xena?” It was almost as ridiculous as the live action series, but she loved it. And it put her to sleep nearly every time she sat down to watch it.

You stood back up, ushering Josie into the family room. “Once daddy’s back, we’ll eat. Okay?”

“Okay, mommy.” Josie told you, already entranced by the previews at the start of the tape. Instead of heading back into the kitchen, you headed down the hallway to the nursery just as Javier was emerging from the room.

“Don’t worry, I fed her before we went to get the pizz—” Javier explained, but you weren’t really interested in talking. You had something else in mind.

You pushed him back against the wall, fingers delving into his hair as you hungrily slanted your mouth over his. A quiet moan escaped you as Javier ran his hand down your back, both of his hands moving to grab at your ass as you pressed close to him.

With a brief scrape of your teeth over his bottom lip, you pulled out of his hold. “The second she’s asleep.” You warned him, sliding your hand over his exposed chest, before trailing it downwards and cupping the outline of his cock through his khaki shorts.

“What’s got you all worked up today?” Javier questioned, catching your hand and pulling it away from his hardening erection.

“There’s just something really hot about a man with his children.” You told him, meeting his gaze. “I’ve been waiting all week for this, Javi.”

He flashed you a crooked grin, “Then I guess we better eat fast.” He leaned back down, brushing his lips over yours, just enough of a gesture to leave you burning for more.

———

As predicted, after inhaling two and a half pieces of pizza, Josie conked out on the sofa. Javier handled getting her bathed and put to bed, while you put the pizza away and made sure Sofía had a clean diaper and was settled for the evening.

Because you were not getting interrupted tonight.

Somehow, in the haste of whisking Josie to bed, another button had come loose, leaving Javi’s stupid bright orange shirt held together by only two buttons. Your eyes lingered on the expanse of bare skin exposed to you — just calling out to you to trail kisses over it.

“I turned the white noise machine on for JoJo.” Javier remarked as he shut the bedroom door behind him. “She played hard today, so I doubt a bomb could wake her up.”

“Good.” You said with a smirk, rising up off the foot of the bed and moving towards him. “Leave it on.” You told him as he started working at the last buttons of his shirt.

His brows rose upwards, a lazy grin playing over his lips. “What did you have in mind tonight, baby?” He questioned, tracing his fingers over your cheekbone, sliding them back to curl around the back of your neck.

“You’re just going to have to trust me, Javi.” You whispered, surging up to press a needy kiss to his lips. Your tongue darted out, sliding between his lips as you sought out his own. A needy sound escaped the back of his throat as your lips parted for a breath.

You stepped forward, urging him back against the door. “Do you trust me, Javi?” You breathed out, dragging your mouth away from his lips, leaving a trail of kisses along his jaw, down his throat.

“Yes.” He practically growled as you left your mark at the crook of his neck. Your tongue soothing over the spot where your teeth had bit into his skin. You moved lower, leaving open-mouthed kisses over the tanned skin of his chest. You could taste the salty-tang of sweat on his skin and it only sought to fuel the burning need you felt.

He tasted like summertime.

Your trailed lower, your tongue dipping out over his navel, before you knelt to your knees in front of him. “This is just the beginning.” You promised him, nimble fingers working to remove his khakis, followed swiftly by his boxers.

“Baby—”

“Shhh.” You urged as you looked up at him with a devious grin. “I’ve been thinking about this all day, Javi.” You told him as you curled your fingers around the base of his cock and dragged them over the length of his hardening erection.

“Yeah?” He questioned, breathing heavily as he tangled his fingers into your hair. “Let me tell you what, baby… I think about your pretty little mouth all the time.”

“I bet you do.” You shot back as you ran your thumb over the underside of his cock. Leaning forward, you swept your tongue over the head of his cock, lapping at the pre-cum as it leaked from him. You curled your fingers around the base of his cock, looking up at him from beneath your lashes as you wrapped your lips around the very tip of him.

Javier’s fingers tightened in your hair, sending a shiver of desire down your spine as you took the length of his cock into your mouth. You released your hold on him, fingers trailing down to cup his balls gently as you moaned around his length as it pressed against the back of your throat.

“Fuck.” Javier swore, his voice breaking as he continued. “I fucking love your mouth.”

You pulled back, releasing his cock with a wet pop as you looked up at him. “Do you like that, Javi?” You taunted, running your hands over his thighs as you leaned towards him once more, wrapping your lips around the head of his cock and swirling your tongue around it. “Come on, Javi.. You know you want to fuck my mouth. I know how much you love it.” You said as you scraped your fingernails over the soft skin of his inner thighs.

Javier bit out a strained attempt at your name, his hand curling around the back of your head, fingers tangled in your hair as he drew you forward as his hip moved to meet the motion. His cock slid past your lips, dragging heavily over your tongue as he worked it into your mouth. You swallowed around it every time it hit the back of your throat.

Your jaw was going to kill you tomorrow and it was worth every second of this.

The way he tenderly swept a tear from your cheek, stood in sharp contrast with the way he was roughly holding your head. And that combination of pain and pleasure made your cunt ache for something more.

You slid your hand beneath the waistband of your sleep pants and underwear, fingers sweeping through your slick folds, teasing your clit before you used that same hand to fondle his balls. You could tell he was close — not only was he losing his pace, but you could see the tension in his thighs, the way his cock throbbed in your mouth.

Right as you brought him to the very edge you stopped. You pried his hand off the back of your head and sat back on your legs. You watched his cock twitch as it hung untouched between you, glistening with your spit.

“What the fuck?” Javier hissed out, fingers clenching and unclenching at his sides as he slumped back against the door.

“You said you trusted me.” You reminded him, panting a little as you tried to catch your breath. Your own arousal burned between your thighs and you shifted uncomfortably as your underwear clung to your slick folds.

“I do.”

“Good.” You smiled up at him, leaning forward onto your knees as you brought yourself eye-level with his cock. You pursed your lips together, blowing a soft puff of air over the head of his cock.

Javier groaned, “Are you just trying to torture me, baby?”

You shook your head, “Have I ever led you astray, Javi?”

“No.”

“Then trust me.” You said lightly, brushing your thumb over the tip of his cock, before you loosely curled your fingers around it once more. You slowly pumped your fist over him, keeping your eyes on your face as you brought him towards the edge again.

This time, you didn’t stop. You watched his face as he came apart, lashes fluttering as he watched you in return. The sound he made — the guttural groan that slipped past his lips as he took in the sight of you, your tongue extended to catch him as he spilled.

You pressed a tender kiss to the head of his cock, before you sat back and licked your lips. “Get on the bed.” You told him, wiping some of his come of your chin with your tongue before licking it clean.

“Holy shit.” Javier breathed out as he dragged his hands over his face. “Fuck, baby. You gotta give me a second.”

“You can take a second on the bed.” You repeated with a firmer tone, your brows raising expectedly.

“Is that how we’re gonna play it tonight, baby?” He questioned as you rose back to your feet in front of him.

“It is.” You quipped, dragging your hands up his chest as you pressed close to him. “If that’s what you want too.”

Javier scraped his teeth over his bottom lip, huffing quietly. “Of course I want that, baby.” He assured you as he lifted his hand to catch a smear of come you’d missed, wiping it off with his finger. You caught her hand and brought it to your lips, wrapping them around his finger.

You released his finger with a smirk. Something sparked hot in his eyes a split second before his mouth was on yours. His teeth roughly caught your lip, before his lips slanted against your own.

That was something you loved about Javier. He didn’t care where your mouth had been. He didn’t care if he could taste himself on your tongue. He kissed you just as thoroughly, just as desperately regardless of whether you’d just had your mouth on his cock.

You grabbed at the font of his shirt, clinging to him as he guided your backwards towards the bed. You had, after all, told him to get on the bed. His hands worked at your sleep shorts, tearing them down your hips, followed in short order by your underwear. He laid you back against the bed, his hands skimming along your curves as he moved over you.

“Javier.” You moaned against his mouth, your fingers raking through his hair, fingernails scraping against his scalp as you played with the hair that had been driving you crazy. You pulled at it roughly, dragging his head back as he drew in a ragged breath. “On your back.” You ordered him, “Now.”

Javier stole another kiss, his tongue invading your mouth in an all too-brief moment, before he rolled onto his back on the bed beside you. “Are you going to let me repay the favor, baby? Am I going to get to eat that delicious cunt of yours?”

You smirked at him triumphantly as you shed your tank top, tossing it aside. “Aren’t you a good boy.” You taunted, using the same tone he used with you when he said the same to you as you moved to straddle his chest.

He took the initiative to move beneath you, his hands curled around your thighs as you sat up on your knees to accommodate him “Fuck. Look at you.” Javier muttered as he drew his thumb over the seam of your sensitive lips, leaning up to drag his tongue between your folds. “Baby, you’re practically dripping for me.”

You reached down and slid your fingers into his hair, grabbing at it roughly. “You know I love your cock.” Your eyes rolled back in your head as his tongue flicked over your clit, a teasing touch before he wrapped his lips around it and sucked at it. Your entire core throbbed, fire burning through your lower belly. “Fuck!”

Javier pulled back, “Gotta be quiet, baby. Or this is gonna all be over.” He squeezed your soft thighs. He met your gaze, his lips curling into a smirk as he looked up at you from between your thighs. “What?”

“You look good between my thighs.” You told him, tugging at his hair. Not to mention, you loved the scruff prickling against your inner thighs. “But you look even better when your tongue is—” He cut you off, causing a strangled sound to escape you as his mouth returned to your cunt. His hands grabbed at your hips, drawing you downwards.

You grabbed at his hands, interlacing your fingers as your nails bit into the backs of his hands as his tongue worked into you. He created a tantalizing combination, his tongue thrusting into you, before he’d use just the tip to tease your clit. He ate pussy like a fucking champ. And really — was there anything better than looking down between your thighs and seeing that head of hair between them.

“Javi.” You moaned, a tremble going through your thighs as he increased the pressure he was doling out against your clit. “Oh God.”

Javier’s grip on your hips tightened, holding you steady as you rocked downwards, grinding against his mouth. You let his hair slide through your fingers, before you tugged at it hard enough to earn a throaty groan from him — a sound that reverberated straight through you.

You cried out as quietly as possible, your head thrown back as your release tore through you. It took you by surprise at first, a flutter spreading through you before it washed over you, your inner walls clenching around his tongue as he worked it back into you.

And still he didn’t relent. He sucked at your clit, circling that little bundle of nerves until you were a trembling mess sitting astride his face. You kept one hand firmly twisted in his hair, as you reached behind you and curled your fingers around his cock.

“Fuck.” Javier hissed out from between your thighs, drawing back for a brief second to catch his breath, before his mouth returned to exploring every sensitive spot he could discover. As if he didn’t have an intimate map of every inch of your body already.

You shifted, dragging your cunt over his mouth as you worked your hand over his length. Every little sound he made went straight through you as he teased at your clit. You weren’t even certain if your first release had even stopped, before he sent you careening over the edge again.

“I… I can’t—” You panted out, tugging sharply at his hair as you pulled away from his mouth. Javier’s lips were slick with your arousal, his mustache and scruff glistening with it as you looked down at him.

“Rendered you speechless, baby?” Javier questioned as you repositioned yourself above him so you could lean down to kiss him. He gingerly brushed your hair away from your clammy cheeks, tucking it behind your ears.

“Just a little.” You confirmed with a grin, bumping your nose against his as you brushed your lips over his. “This thing you keep doing… your shirt half-unbuttoned… is a very weird turn on.” You admitted to him, combing your fingers through his hair as you kept yourself nose-to-nose with him.

“Really?”

You bit down on your bottom lip and nodded. “I’ve always thought you were sexy, Javi… but this is a good look.”

Javier tilted his head and kissed you again, “Maybe I’ll keep the look, just for you, baby.”

“Please.” You whispered, dragging your fingers through his hair slowly.

He ran his hand down your spine, giving your ass a squeeze. “Anything you want.” Javier promised you.

You grinned at him, planting another kiss on his lips before you sat back up. “Right now, I want to fuck you, Javi.” You told him as you reached behind you and curled your fingers around his cock, giving him a short pump.

“After… tonight.” Javier drew in a ragged breath as he watched you rise up on your knees and position his cock between your thighs.

“Hmm?” You questioned, licking your lips as you looked down at him.

“I think it might be time for you to really… fuck me again.” He told you as he skimmed his hands over your thighs.

Your eyes lit up, “Whenever you want me too, Javi.” God, you’d been wanting to pull the strap-on back out again, but you’d been waiting for him to initiate it. It wasn’t something you felt like you could just propose without making him feel pressured. And that was the last thing you wanted out of that situation.

Javier ran one hand up over your stomach to grasp at your breast as you slowly started to sink down onto his cock, “But right now I want you to ride me, baby. Come on. I wanna feel you come on my cock.”

You took the full length of his cock into your body, moaning as your hips met his, before you rose back up on your knees and repeated the action over again. One hand slid from your hip, slipping around to grab at your ass as you moved atop him.

A moan slipped past your lips as you shifted the angle, arching back as you rolled your hips downwards, driving yourself onto his cock again and again.

Javier’s slapped your ass lightly. Spurred on by the sound that escaped you, his hand fell against your ass with a little more force and you couldn’t help the way you clenched around his cock as you rolled downwards.

“Fuck, you feel good Javi.” You panted out, grabbing at his thigh for support as you worked yourself onto him. “Touch me. Please.” You begged softly, your cunt fluttering once more as his thumb crazed your over-sensitive clit.

“Baby, I’m close.” He warned you, his brows furrowed as he looked up at you. “Fuck. Come on, baby. Come on.” Javier drawled out. “Can you come for me? Wanna feel you.” His thumb worked hasty circles over your clit, trying to push you over the edge for a third time.

You were almost too sensitive. You were right on the edge, every nerve ending in your body practically humming with your impending release.

Javier stopped teasing you, grabbing at your hips to still you as you sat astride his cock. Both of your chests were heaving from the effort, his eyes blown wide with the sort of lust that made desire coil in your gut. “Get on your knees.” He told you, giving your hips three short squeezes.

Your thighs burned as you climbed off of him, rolling onto your stomach first before you gathered yourself onto your hands and knees before him.

He stroked his hand over your lower back as he guided his cock to your center. You couldn’t help the groan that escaped you as his cock filled you again. And the near whine that followed as you sank forward on your arms as he all but railed into you.

His hips snapped against you, driving his cock right into that sweet spot within you again and again… until there was nothing left to do but come for him. Just like he’d told you to. Right on the heels of two earth-shattering releases, his cock hitting your G-spot with every thrust — you bit down on the comforter to keep from crying out as your release finally hit.

Javier’s hands were everywhere. Gripping at your hips, running down your spine, slipping around to tease your throbbing clit as you came apart around his cock. “Oh, fuck baby—” He grunted out as you gushed for him, mere seconds before he spilled into you. You swore you could feel and hear your pulse, throughout your entire body.

“I think you broke me.” You managed to get out, though your voice was muffled by the way you were laying face-down on the mattress. You nearly whimpered as Javier pulled out of you, your legs finally giving out on you.

“Shit, baby.” Javier murmured, mostly to himself because you were fairly certain you were dead. He ran his hands over the backs of your thighs. “Look at you.” He whispered, using his thumb to press his come back inside of you, before he moved to lay down on his back beside you on the bed.

You turned your head slowly, your cheek pressed against the bed as you watched him stick his thumb in his mouth, flashing you a cocky grin. “Hey.” You smiled at him, eyes half-closed as you met his gaze.

With a slight wince, he rolled onto his side — the one you knew was his bad shoulder — so he could face you. “Was that what you needed, baby?” He questioned, brushing his knuckles against your cheek.

“Mmm.” You hummed thoughtfully, wiggling your hips as you felt his come starting to slide out of you, joining the noticeable damp spot you’d left on the bedding beneath you. “That’s what I wanted.” You corrected, “All I ever need is you.”

Javier scooted closer, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You smiled. “And because I love you so much… I called the Murphys. They’re down for taking the kids to the pool tomorrow so you can have a much deserved day off.”

“What did I do to deserve you?”

You scrunched up your nose as you let him pull you towards him, draping yourself over his chest as he sank back flat onto the mattress. “I think we’re stuck together until we figure that one out.”

He kissed your cheek. “Good, because I don’t know if there’s an answer.”

“Stuck with you sounds like the best alternatively.” You giggled to yourself, before you added. “Who could complain about being stuck with a DILF?”

Eventually, you’d both have to get up and sleep like normal people in bed. But this, right there — was perfect.

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harringtonstudios · 5 years ago

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vegas run (IV).

plot: it’s the annual las vegas run. let’s see what kinda trouble you get into this year!

A/N: CLIMAX!!!! i hope yall like pls let me know <3 ty ellie for the gif hunting ily

masterlist! (previous parts can be found there soz got too lazy to link)

Shuffling with the others was entertaining. You didn’t know any of these people but everyone seemed to follow one another, pointing out the fifth Elvis they’d seen or the dude standing in the middle of the street buzzing his hair off.

The crowd had thinned out a little, people disappearing into the casinos and bars lining the streets. Colson was walking in front of you, fingers still stuck with yours as you trailed behind just a little bit, trying to match pace with the rest of the group around you.

The weed seemed to be wearing off now, fading into the background as your view sharpened just a bit. You didn’t really know what time it was, or how long you’d been wandering the streets with Colson right by your side, but your phone was tucked into your back pocket and you hadn’t had the heart to check it yet. You knew by now the squad would have left the first casino, but these spontaneous moments were what the Vegas run was all about and you wanted them to last longer.

Just then, Colson sidled up next to you. He let go of your hand before wrapping his arm around your shoulders. You huffed at the loss of contact, wanting to feel his palm against yours again. Hesitating for a second, you raised the hand that was closest to where his arm was draped over you. He let out a little laugh and then his fingers met yours again.

“Needy baby,” he mumbled, still smiling as you looked up at him.

“Not a baby,” you uttered, scrunching up your nose but smiling at his words all the same.

“Mhm,” he hummed out, squeezing his fingers against yours to make a point.

“I’m hungry,” he stated, and you realized that’s why he’d come back up next to you.

“Yeah, time to break away?” you asked, turning your head to the side trying to spot some place to grab a bite.

He didn’t even respond, just nudged his shoulder at the guys you’d been rocking with before creating a path out of the little group. You stumbled a little at the awkward positioning of your bodies, but you didn’t want to be the first one to break it up, so you quickly aligned yourself against him and followed his lead.

Ten minutes later, you guys had wandered into a shop called Bruxie. The lights were dimmed, soft glows barely lighting up the menu but Kells had spotted a powdered sugar covered waffle and immediately veered the two of you in.

The spot was small, but metal stools lined the front, a countertop propped up against the full-length windows. It was amazing, you could sit and eat while watching the show that was Las Vegas at night. People were milling by, the ever-present lights highlighting the streets as the city bustled around you.

Grabbing two stool seats, you pawed at the menu trying to figure out what you were in the mood for.

“Fuck Y/N, look at this,” Colson said, shoving a finger at the plastic menu, pointing at the waffle chicken deluxe. It was huge, covered in syrup and sugar from what you could see in the picture. The weed had left you both with the munchies and sticky syrup was exactly what you were craving right about now.

The order came in a few minutes later, ringed up at the counter. Bringing it back to the table, Colson couldn’t help the smile taking over his face. He set the plate down, and then tugged a little at his hoodie like he almost couldn’t believe his eyes.

“It’s a waffle,” you chuckled, making fun of his reaction.

“It’s not just a waffle. It’s the waffle,” he scoffed as he pulled out his phone to take a picture of the drippy, sweet mess in front of you two.

You waited a second, and then grabbed your fork, tearing up the side to take a bite into the famed breakfast food.

“HEY! Wait for me,” he shouted, and you groaned impatiently as he cut off another piece.

“Count of 3,” he said, raising a finger towards you.

“Nope,” you responded, and then shoved the waffle piece into your mouth. The flavors hit you immediately, and you looked at the plate in front of you impressed at the different tastes you were getting.

The waffle was gone soon enough, and then Kells was hopping off the stool and striding up to the counter to order another one and a round of beers to keep you both happy as the food started flowing in.

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You could feel the drinks you downed earlier hit you all at once. You hadn’t gotten drunk in so long, busy with getting your store on its own feet. Sipping on warm beer in your empty apartment just never gave you the same feeling as you had now. It was like there was something warm wrapped completely around you, lighting you from the inside. You could feel the flush on your own cheeks, the way your head felt kinda full.

It took you a minute to realize that there actually was something wrapped around you, a chin coming to rest on top of your head, grounding you down. Two arms covering your front as you shifted a little, trying to figure out exactly where you both were.

“Stop shifting,” Colson mumbled from above and you pouted at that, tilting your head up so he had to lift his chin off of you.

Your eyes met his as he looked down at you, and you could tell he was just as gone as you. His eyes looked blurry as if he was gonna cry and moved your gaze downward focusing on the scar at the bottom of his chin. It was an old one, but it still raised against his skin, standing out so close to your vision.

Pulling your arm from out of his hold, you lifted your finger trailing it against the puckered skin. You’d been tilted back too long, could feel the blood rush to your head in a way that made you feel dizzy. Closing your eyes, you pulled your head back, licking your lips as the blood settled back into your veins again.

“Where are we?” you mumbled, not sure how’d you both ended up on the corner of the street, facing a bright pink wedding chapel.

“I have no idea,” he murmured into your hair.

The light turned from red to green as a car turned the corner, driving past where the two of you stood on the curb. There was a neon heart pulsing on the window of the chapel, a blue arrow running through it and you watched the light switch on and off as he rubbed his cheek against the top of your head.

Two people stumbled out of the chapel, flowers in hand laughing as they walked off into the other direction. You watched the girl stop, throw her bouquet backwards before he picked her up in his arms. The flowers landed on the floor, petals breaking apart against the cracked cement.

“Wanna get married?” came a whisper above you.

Your breath hitched, the pink heart pulsed again.

“Yeah,” you nodded slightly, feeling something pull oddly tight at your heart.

A minute later, you both were crossing the street. You could feel your heart thudding against your chest, feel the way Colson’s own heart was beating steadily behind your back. You stopped in front of the entrance, feeling the tips of his Converse against your heels as he abruptly paused right behind you.

Picking up one of the roses from the trashed bouquet, you turned around, holding it out towards him.

“For you,” you murmured, feeling the faint warmth of a blush rise up on your cheeks again.

“Why thank you,” he exclaimed, exaggeration dripping as he bowed down before plucking the sole flower out of your hand.

You smiled up at him before stepping aside, trying to hint at the fact that he should take the lead. You weren’t used to this at all, and even though you knew he’d never been married before, something told you this was more in his wheelhouse than yours.

He raised an eyebrow up at you, and then took the first step into the already open door.

Following behind, you were immediately struck with the absurdity of it all. There was a woman sitting at a counter, dressed in all pink with a feather pen in her hand. There were chairs lining the lobby, and you spotted the door towards the chapel part of the room. A wooden heart was carved right above it, and you tried to stifle your laughter as you spotted a treasure chest in the corner overflowing with different costumes.

“We’re here to get married!” Colson proclaimed, walking towards the counter as you moved towards the golden chest.

You laughed at the words, spotting an Elvis wig thrown in and a cow onesie right underneath. You could hear him discussing things with the lady at the desk, but you were so enamored with the eccentric outfits that you tuned him out. Shifting through the clothes, you laughed at the red cowboy hat, paired perfectly with the one ruby studded cowboy boot tossed in.

You got caught up searching for the other one, moving through the chest at a record pace before realizing that someone was calling your name.

“Y/N!” Colson shouted again, and you whipped your head up seeing him lean against the desk. He was grinning, arm up in the air waving you over and you suddenly flashed back to a couple hours ago at the casino, the way he’d pulled you in from across the room.

Fuck, only a couple of hours ago you’d been wandering around with another guy, aching for some action and now you were going to get married? The sentiment suddenly hit you, and you let out a breath, sitting down on your knees.

Married? To one of your closest friends? To the guy you’d swore you felt nothing about until a couple of weeks ago?

Lost in thought you didn’t really notice when his smile dropped as he caught sight of you staring into space. He pushed himself off the desk, coming up to you before getting on his own knees right across from you.

“You okay?” he asked, hand going over to where you were clutching the sole ruby boot with a tight grip.

You blinked once before coming back to your senses, “Yeah, no? I’m good.”

“We don’t have to do this,” he murmured, eyes meeting your own. He seemed so sober at that moment, words dripping out of his mouth with ease. Your gaze caught on his chin again, the scar sticking out.

At that moment, it really hit you. You did want this, wanted everything that came with it even if you both didn’t exactly know what that was. The alcohol in your system craved this more than anything and you smiled up at him, dropping the boot back into the chest as you got up off the floor.

“I want this if you want it,” you announced, dusting off your jeans.

“I want it,” he declared right back at you, and you grinned before extending your hand to pull him off the ground.

The lady at the desk clapped pulling you both out of the moment and you laughed a little as you walked over to her.

“Great idea sweetie! He’s a looker that one,” she chipped as you got a hold of the papers that she had laid out.

“Yeah Y/N I’m a looker,” Colson repeated, leaning back against the desk, smirking at you.

“Shut up,” you mumbled, catching the raise of his eyebrow as the words came tumbling out of your mouth.

And then all of a sudden, you were leaning in to where he was, softly kissing the bottom of his chin right on the scar.

“You missed,” was all he mumbled and you flipped him off as he laughed, signing your signature right next to his.

“You’re all set lovebirds. Go pick something crazy to get pictured in and then you can walk in. Father Michael will be waiting for you,” she smiled, stapling the sheets together as you handed her the feather pen back.

You wandered back to the treasure chest, this time feeling Colson’s gaze on you as you reached back down for the red boot.

“I wanna find its twin,” you said, turning around to show it to him.

He was smiling at you, and you felt a sudden warmth build up in your chest at the way he was looking at you. Pulling the boot out of your hand, he held it up to his face, turning it around as he inspected it.

“Nope,” was all you got before he tossed it back into the chest.

“Hey what the fuck,” you scowled slightly, turning back around to pick it up.

He stopped you before you could, arm pulling at your wrist. You paused, moving back towards him, pulse speeding up at the way his grip felt against your skin.

“If we’re gonna do this,” he started, and you couldn’t meet his eyes at the sound of his words and how close they sounded to a promise, “I want it to be us.”

“Us?” you mumbled, teeth biting down on the edge of your lip.

“Yeah, no gimmicks, no costumes. Just us,” he responded, and you looked up at that, seeing the smile hidden in his eyes.

“Okay,” and a grin spread across your own face.

“Okay.” he nodded and then you were both crossing the room to the chapel entrance.

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kezibun · 4 years ago

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Woodland get away

A self ship, self indulgent fic for my Anniversary with Red.

Part 2: Saturday.

The sun shone through the gap in the curtain stirring Red awake… or was it the delicious scent of food that filled the air that woke him? Either way he rubs his sockets and yawns. That's when he notices the empty space next to him.

He doesn't have much time to think or wonder, though before she walks in with a tray of food.

“Morning love.” She chimes.

“Was this sweetheart?” He mumbles in his rough morning voice, stretching as he sits up.

“Breakfast in bed for my dearest husband.” She sits down next to him and plants a kiss on his cheekbone before placing the tray on his lap. ��Pancakes and coffee for my love.”

“You spoil me Doll.”

“Happy Anniversary Red.”

“Happy Anniversary Kezi.”

He pulls her in for a quick kiss before he turns his attention to his food.

“Thanks Sweetheart, almost looks as gorgeous as you.”

She giggles. Such a sweet sound he could never get tired of.

“You’re welcome. I’ll just go get mine, real quick.”

She goes and gets her own tray of breakfast and sits on the bed beside him. They enjoy their meal together and have a little cuddle session before getting ready to go out. Kezi hadn't really made any plans, neither of them usually do the whole plans thing so it was time to head out and see what they could find to do.

The fresh cold morning air welcomes them. The whole forest is covered in a thick blanket of white, fluffy snow.

Kezi beams as she walks out into the winter wonderland. It still baffles Red how excited she gets over the snow, though from the 3 years of living here he can kinda see why, it is pretty rare, that doesn’t make her fascination with it any less cute though, makes him think back at their brief time in the underground together… he couldn't understand why she wanted to play in the snow so badly, it was cute… but oh man was that whole ordeal a rollercoaster.

His thoughts were interrupted by a giggle followed by a snowball to the face.

“Oh no ya didn’t.” He chuckles.

“Oh I think I did.” She snickers.

And then a snow war broke out between them, Red was always a hard target to hit unless caught unaware, and he’s got amazing aim. She got a couple hits but if they were keeping score he definitely would have won. While they were playing in the snow already they of course had to make a little snowman, or well Kezi insisted making a little snow family so Snowbert wasn’t lonely.

Then they made a quick warm up stop and got a bite to eat at one of the coffee shops dotted around, after that they set off into the snowy forest once more.

Red drags her over to the ice skating rink… it was almost as if he had this planned. They have a lot of fun skating, Kezi isn't the best on the ice, but Red is pretty confident and has her every step(?) of the way. Then Red leads her to a nice restaurant, Kezi was surprised to find out that Red was hiding a nice dress shirt under his jacket. She felt a tad under dressed now… that's not fair, but Red made sure she knows that if she wears that cute smile she has then she's always dressed for the occasion.

After an amazing dinner they sit on a bench in the town surrounded by all the fairy lights that are neatly strewn around. It was starting to get dark now so Kezi broke out the glow sticks making necklaces and bracelets for them both. Red doesn't mind despite feeling slightly silly, it brings a smile to her face so it's worth it.

"Beautiful." She giggles after putting the glow stick necklace around his neck.

"Me? Wha? Na. Ya eyes must be broken." He chuckles.

"Na uh my eyes be fine, and Yes you. Lookie it matches your amazing eyelights." She pouts.

"You're so weird Kitten."

"I know. So are you sometimes but that's why we're perfect for eachother." She leans up and kisses his forehead. "Oh I made you a prezzie." She uses her phone to get a little box out of her inventory. "Here."

"Was this?"

"Open it silly and find out."

He takes the box and opens it up. Inside is a golden pocket watch, a cool embossed pattern on it with Kezi and Red writing around it, on the back it says 104. Inside the clock face is black with red numbers. The whole thing has a magical shimmer to it.

"Wow, really cool, ya made it yer self?"

"Yup, I had a little help from… well… myself. Oh and it's not just a pocket watch, it's like the protection keychain but fancier, a-also it's like a locket and you can put a picture in it. If you want."

"That's amazing Sweetheart, I'll keep it close always. I got one question?"

"Yeah?"

"What's 104 mean?"

"Oh well it's um…" her cheeks flush. "You see… you're red… which is the 1st colour of the rainbow and my colour is green which is 4th… and everyone knows a 'O' is a hug… soo…"

"Oh my freakin' stars Kezi. How are ya this freakin' cute?"

"I don't know."

"I got you some stuff too." He gets two boxes out of his inventory one is obviously her favourite chocolates and her face lights up at the sight of them. The other is a little box with a green bow on. He hands her the boxes. She carefully takes off the bow, takes off her hat and ties the bow into her hair with a smile.

"Beautiful." Red hums. "Now come on, open it."

She nods and opens the box. Inside is a snowglobe, the glass orb is sat on a mechanical looking box, inside the ball is a little white bunny sat on a patch of forget-me-nots.

"It's so pretty thank you. And I'll definitely enjoy the chocolate." She chirps before kissing him quickly.

"Hey is also a night light, and this box has a secret puzzle compartment, I had a little help from my bro but I made sure it wasn't dangerous."

"Oh wow really!? That's even more awesome." She looks over it and finds a button that makes the whole thing glow a pretty green. "I'll be sure to solve the puzzle later ok?"

"Ye whenever ya wanna."

"I love you." She hums as she hugs him tightly.

"I love ya too hun bun." He hugs her back and scatters some little kisses over her face. "I have one more surprise for ya doll."

"Really?"

They back their gifts into their inventories then Red takes Kezi by the hand leading her out of the little town. He stops by the lake.

"Wait here for me ok."

She nods and he kisses her forehead before disappearing.

She looks around… it's gotten really dark by now. To her left is a building of some kind, what she can't tell. To her right is more forest and behind her is the town… but in front of her is the beautiful lake, it glistens in the moonlight, the stars sparkling over the water.

On the water from behind the building comes a light… a lantern… on a little boat, then she sees a familiar glow as the boat fully reveals its self. It's a lovely little row boat with her skeleton sat in it rowing towards her. She can't help but "awwww" and giggle.

He stops at the end of a tiny pier. "Come on my lady." He becons.

She scurries over and carefully sits in the boat with Reds help and he rows further into the lake.

"This is so romantic Red." She squeaks. "When did you plan all this?"

"Tbh not long before we left to go on holiday." He chuckles. "A certain bro of mine convinced me I had to do somethin' for ya today."

"Ye I can imagine Edge freaking out because we're improvising." She giggles.

"Ye. But the actual plan was all me, impressive right?"

"Very, It's been amazing. Thank you."

Red soon stops the boat and the two of them admire the nights sky as usual, they chat and make up constellations and stories.

Red looks over to Kezi as she smiles up at the sky. She gasps.

"Shooting star!"

He looks over to see the small light trail across the sky. They both make a wish each. Before smiling back at eachother.

"How'd I ever get a girl like you to like me??" He mumbles.

"How'd such a handsome, amazing skeleton ever fall in love with me?" She whispers back. "I love you so much." She sighs happily.

He tilts her head up and leans in pressing his teeth against her lips, he pulls her closer, as close as he can in the little boat as she rests her hands on his chest, his hand tangling into her hair as he deepens the passionate kiss. He breaks the kiss but only for a second as he goes back for more. "I… love ya… too…"he mumbles against her lips. His soul quietly purrs out for her as she hums into the kiss. She wraps her arms around him as she enjoys the smooches.

He breaks the kiss.

"Happy Anniversary Sweetheart." He purrs.

"H-happy Anniversary love."

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realcube · 4 years ago

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Kirishima Halloween Headcanons

check out the part1

tw// spook 🎃, cussing, expired candy, violence (?)

you went as a cowgirl and he was a cowboy

but half-way through the night - for no real reason - y’all jus switched hats so that you were wearing a heavy-ass, black gallon hat and he was wearing a pink, glittery cowgirl hat with furry accents.

after you returned your jacket and forced Kirishima off of you, it started to get a little warmer so it was now a tolerable temperature

the first thing y’all did was go trick or treating around your estate

however, Kirishima didn’t bring a bucket to put his candies in so you let him share yours

after the first few houses, you both became slightly embarrassed as you noticed that the majority of the other kids that were trick-or-treating were considerably younger than you both

also, when you actually took the time to look at the ‘candy’ you’ve received so far, you realised that 75% of them were those stupid little dried fruit snacks like tf?!

where is the real shit?!

so that put a quick stop to the trick-or-treating but did stop y’all from hustling for free candy? hell no.

You plan was to hide behind walls, bins, decorations etc and jump out in front of unsuspecting children, yell ‘BOO!’ and hope you scare them enough that they’d drop all their treats are run away crying

Kirishima said that wasn’t a very heroic thing to do, plus it was a very flawed plan but you were consistent and sure that he’d change his mind once he saw your plan in action

so you hid behind a large spider decoration in someone’s front yard and got ready to pounce out at some unsuspecting kid

however, that didn’t really go to plan because rather than the kid dropping their candy and running away, they screamed and punched you straight in the stomach

now you were the one crying

well, not really. I mean, it did hurt quite bad but you’re a bad bitch so-

you and Kirishima laughed it off and you were really tempted to chase that kid down and fuck him up, but that wasn’t very heroic either

so now your large intestine has been messed up and you still barely have any candy; this seriously hasn’t been your day so far.

but Kirishima always knows how to make you feel better

he took you to the old park that y’all used to hang out at years ago and pushed you on swing, just like old times

then, he ushered you over to your old secret den (a hole in a hedge) that you both would hang out in when your parents would tell you to come home

“Remember this place?” He asked, trying shuffle in like he used to but it was considerable harder since he wasn’t as small as he used to be and also it was nearing winter so all the soft leaves had fallen off the hedge and left the spikey twigs behind

“How could I forget?” You giggled, crawling in after him and pushing yourself into corner in attempt to get comfortable like you used to. “It’s crazy how we were both able to fit in there perfectly just a few years ago.”

“I know. The Nostalgia.” He mused, looking around the place as if there was something other than sticks surrounding him. “Hey, do you wanna see something?”

before you were able to respond, Kirishima took off his boot, hardened his foot and starts kicking at the ground in between you both.

“Kiri!” You squealed playfully in response to the dirt flying everywhere.

He eventually stopped and once he did, you peered over you knees to see what he did that for.

Honestly, the last thing you expected to see was an assortment of different mini-chocolate bars but..here they are!

“Do you remember 6 years ago? We went trick-or-treating but our parents said we weren’t allowed to eat it all in one night so we buried some here so they wouldn’t find it-- a pretty stupid plan now that I think about it but hey, it kinda worked. They never found it!” He chuckled.

You smiled, running your finger through your damp hair while using your other hand to shift through the pile of chocolate bars in the hole in front of you. “Heh, this is so cool.”

Kirishima nodded, pulling his phone out from his back pocket, “And we can watch a horror movie in here too - if I get and signal.”

you playfully rolled your eyes before sticking out your bottom lip, “Aww, that’s really sweet, Kiri. But these chocolates have probably gone bad by now.”

He picked one up and turn it around, taking a moment to look for the best before date before outstretching his arm to show you with a smug grin on his face, “Nope! This one still has a month left on it!” He declared, unwrapping the bar and taking a huge bite without hesitation.

“Well, I’m just not in the mood for ground candy, babe. But thanks!” You shrugged, resting your head on his shoulder. “How about we go back to mine? We can change into some comfy clothes and watch a horror movie on the TV instead? I can make popcorn, slushies-”

“Say less.” Kirishima replied without missing a beat as began crawling out of the den, or at least trying too. Again, he was quite thicc so it was a struggle but with the power of ✨ teamwork✨ you were both able to get out of the den with minimal scratches.

With that, you both started the journey back to your house - yelling “BOO!” at every child you happened to cross paths with on the way.

Once you arrived at your house, you changed into your pyjamas and Kirishima changed into the hoodie he gave you 8 months ago that you never gave back..until now :)

You both spend the rest of the night preparing food to eat while watching the movie because you both wanted slushies, nachos, popcorn, fries etc but neither of you were talented chefs but you definitely though you were.

After multiple attempts and the neighbours getting tired of the smoke alarm going off every few minutes, you ended up with only one bag of popcorn and 2 cans of coke...and the dried fruit but fuck that.

You tried to watch Child’s Play but you both got too scared so you decided to watch Barbie of Swan Lake instead.

Half-way through that, after you had both finished that one bag of popcorn, you heard crunching and turned to Kirishima with a confused expression, “Whatcha eating?” You sung.

“The ground candy.”

“Ew!”

“What?! It’s actually pretty good, very soft.”

“EW!”

#bnha #mha #bnha kirishima #mha headcanons #bnha headcanons #kirishima x you #mha kirishima #kirishima ejirou #ejiro kirishima x reader #kirishima fluff #kirishima headcanon

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thisstableground · 4 years ago

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Okay, a bird gets in through the window of their apartment and can't get out (because it's panicked), and now it's flying everywhere *except* back through the open window. How do they deal with it?

(this is an early relationship fic bc i’m in that kinda mood right now)

edit: also on AO3! please leave a comment if you liked it!

“Looked like Vanessa was dolling herself up real cute for your lunch date when I went up on break,” Usnavi says. “And me stuck here at the store while you guys have all the fun without me.”

“You don’t mind, do you?” Ruben asks, concerned. “I don’t wanna, y’know, get in the way of things.”

“She’s your girlfriend too,” Usnavi says, charitably ignoring the panicked balloon-deflating noise Ruben makes: the g-word is still a very new development. “I just miss you both when I can’t come with you.”

“We’ll be done in a couple hours.”

“I know, it’s so long.” Usnavi says, tragically. He picks up his cell from where it’s vibrating insistently on the counter. “Oh! She misses us too! Hey, Vanessa!”

His smile disappears as she responds: from where he’s standing, all Ruben can hear is a bunch of incoherent yelling and shrieking from the other end. His heartrate instantly triples. It might have shattered a rib or two.

Usnavi grabs the creased piece of laminated paper under the counter that reads “back in five minutes/vuelta en cinco minutos!!” and is saying “ ¿qué pa—Vanessa, cálmate, I don’t – what’s happening?” as he runs to stick it to the door and click the locks closed. Even from several feet away, Ruben hears Vanessa’s voice yell “JUST GET YOUR SKINNY ASS UP HERE RIGHT NOW!”

He hightails it after Usnavi up the back stairs to the apartment. “What was that?!”

“No sé, I couldn’t tell, it sounded like she said someone came into the apartment-”

“What?!” He doesn’t even have time to panic about it: they crest the top of the stairs and almost crash directly into Vanessa standing outside Usnavi’s front door. She’s dripping wet and wearing only a towel, trying to look in through the peephole despite that decidedly not being how peepholes work.

“Vanessa!” Ruben goes instinctively to check on her then hastily averts his eyes to the ceiling when he registers what she’s wearing, because yes, he saw her naked last night but he’s still polite. “Oh, uh—“

Usnavi shrugs out of his shirt to drape around Vanessa’s shoulders and hugs her close. “Amorcita, what happened, are you okay?”

“No, I am not okay!” she says furiously. “I was in the shower and a fucking bird came in and chased me out here!”

“Wait, a bird? You were just screaming because of a bird?” Ruben catches Usnavi’s eye and both of them instantly burst into laughter, which is mostly from relief and is also exactly the wrong thing to do.

“Oh, so it’s funny is it?” Vanessa says, looking about as murderous as anyone with shampoo bubbles in their hair has ever looked.

“We’re not laughing at you, I promise!” Ruben says, undercut significantly by the fact that to be fair, he is still laughing. “We’re just relieved it wasn’t anything dangerous.”

“Not dangerous?!” Vanessa hollers. “It could have beaked me!”

“Heyheyhey, we’re cool, we’re cool,” Usnavi says soothingly, making cut it out eyes at Ruben. “Ain’t gonna let nothing run my girl out of my apartment like that. I’ll get the bird, you just wait here with Ruben. Who will not laugh any more,” he adds, severely.

“Laughing? Never even heard of it,” Ruben says.

“....You’ll be careful?” Vanessa says to Usnavi.

Usnavi stands just a little taller at her concern, glowing with chivalrous intent, and says, “no te preocupes, querida, I ain’t afraid of no bird.”

He opens the front door and pauses on the threshold. Ruben can tell there’s triumphant battle music playing in his mind right now, mostly because he’s humming it very quietly to himself while he adjusts his hat before he heads inside.

Three and a bit seconds later, there’s a brief crash and some hollered cursing from the apartment. Usnavi bursts back out into the corridor and scuttles over to the opposite wall, flattening against it like a shadow.

“Guys, I am so afraid of this bird,” he tells them.

“Did it beak you,” Ruben says dryly.

“It nearly did! I tried to ask it to leave and then it–“ Usnavi does a wild flapping motion with his arms and goes skraaaaaa!, his eyes all big in a way that implies see? Do you see how terrifying this is? Ruben tactfully does not inform him that it makes him look like he should be standing outside a car dealership in a heavy wind.

“It was never gonna work, babe, I already tried everything,” Vanessa says. “I tried yelling at it.”

They wait for the rest of it. There is no rest of it. Vanessa shrugs like I mean, what else is there?

“Well, I hope you’re not too attached to this apartment, Usnavi,” Ruben says, and both turn in unison to look at him imploringly. They’re wearing hopeful, expectant Ruben Can Solve Anything expressions, the ones they make before they ask him things about sports or Europe or other arcane and unknowable topics. It makes him want to shout hold on, I’m just a chemist, the only thing I can do to a pigeon is poison it or teach it how to run assays but it also makes him want to go and get a PhD in Please Get Bird Out Of Bathroom so that he can resolve the situation as comprehensively as possible.

He is, he reflects a little sadly, a sucker for providing solutions.

“Alright,” he says, in a firm voice, because it’s either that or let them down. “Usnavi, I need you to go get me a box from the bodega to trap it in.”

Usnavi nods once, solemn-faced like a soldier being given orders, and hurries downstairs. He’s back in short order with an empty Doritos box that he hands over. Ruben makes it all of two cautiously tiptoeing steps into the apartment before Vanessa grabs his arm and pulls him back for a kiss on the cheek that has the resigned air of impending doom to it: we only had the Ruben for two weeks before he was taken by the birds, he imagines her telling people after the fact. I knew we should have had him insured.

Inside the bathroom is much less carnage than he’d expected based on the other two’s reactions. There’s water all over the floor, probably from Vanessa’s hasty exit, and Usnavi’s toothbrush cup has been knocked down into the basin, where it’s clattering around under the feet of a pigeon that Ruben would, scientifically, describe as Oh Boy, That’s Pretty Big Actually. In itself it isn’t all that scary, but in the context of being a pigeon in a places that pigeons usually aren’t it really is quite unsettling. Like how he isn’t in the slightest scared of rats, but still jumps out of his skin and tries to keep a wide berth whenever he sees one in the stairwell of his apartment building. At least it isn’t actively flapping around at the moment.

Ruben casts his eye around but there isn’t a towel in the usual place on the radiator – of course not, Vanessa must have grabbed it on her way out. He sets down the box as he takes his sweater off instead, thanks it silently for its dedication to the cause, and then holds it up in the air, inching closer to the pigeon.

“You could just leave now,” he tries, just in case. “It’ll be easier for both of us.”

The pigeon shuffles around, its talons making scritchy noises against the ceramic of the basin. “Trrr,” it says.

“The window’s right there.” He takes another step closer. “Fine, I guess not. Sorry about this,” and in a quick movement he throws his sweater over it and, using the second of struggling confusion while it tries to get free, scoops the sweater-wrapped pigeon into the box in a move that is significantly more blind luck than animal handling skills.

“Sorry sorry sorry sorry!” he chants, shoving half his body and the box out the window and inelegantly shaking a very confused and unhappy pigeon out into the sky, where it luckily flaps off in distress rather than going right for his eyes so he can bring the box back in and close the window blessedly un-mauled. His sweater is mostly unharmed too, albeit in need of a wash, because pigeons have pretty much one reaction to stress, as evidenced by the rest of the bathroom. He tosses the knocked-over toothbrush straight in the trash because he knows Usnavi won’t even think about putting it in his mouth all covered in bird-germs later, and is bleaching down the basin when he hears a tentative “Ruben are you dead?”

“Somehow I pulled through,” he says.

Usnavi opens the door the tiniest fraction. “Is it still in there?”

“No, I caught it and let it out. No casualties, except your toothbrush.”

Usnavi opens the door properly, with Vanessa peeking over his shoulder, not even pretending she isn’t hiding behind him. When they confirm that the bathroom is safe she stands up straight and both of them beam at Ruben.

“You really did it,” Vanessa says, in a tone of absolute awe while Usnavi kisses him enthusiastically and Ruben, a man who has faced down pain, torture and death, has literally never felt braver or more heroic than he does right now.

#ship: usnavi/vanessa/ruben #fandom: do no harm/in the heights #sophia writes fic #belphegor1982 #im 99% sure i took that 'i tried everything i tried yelling at it' joke from somewhere #damned if i can remember where but its just very vanessa so i had to use it

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hellfirenacht · 5 years ago

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Can’t Be Unseen Chapter 2

Fandom: Sally Face

Ship: Sal Fisher x Reader

Chapter 2 Summary: Feed the boy, woo the boy, romance the boy. That’s only 3 things, how hard could it be?

First Chapter

Next Chapter

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It was warmer than it had been in the last few days as you stood outside the apartment building. Your jacket was wrapped around your waist instead of over your shoulders, which was fine with you. It'd give a better view of the outfit that you had picked out for the day. You hoped he liked it. You hoped he even noticed it. You weren't one for dressing up at school too much- it was too much work for too early in the morning.

You looked at your phone to check the time. It was 10 minutes 'til one. You still had a little bit of time before Sal showed up.

"Hey there."

Or not. Right, Sally was a good guy who actually showed up early to things like this. It was one of the things you really liked about him- he was never ever late. You smiled at him and looked him over. He was still wearing his usual outfit of a black long sleeved shirt and his ripped jeans but today he had let his hair down and was wearing a beanie today.

"Hey there." you replied. "No pigtails today?"

Sal shook his head. "Larry got me this hat, but it's a bit awkward to wear pigtails at the same time."

"That's ok, you look great." you winked at him. "I'm pretty lucky."

"Heh, thanks." his voice sounded a little flustered and you couldn't help but feel a little proud.

"Shall we?" you asked offering your hand, and to your surprise he took it.

"Let's go!"

...

The festival was just a few blocks from the apartment building, in the nearby park. It was bigger than you had thought it'd be- from a distance you could see a Ferris wheel, and the smell of popcorn and corn dogs wafted through the air. You thought back to your plan and imagined all the things that you were going to do with Sal today.

You were gonna romance the shit out of this boy.

"There's a lot of people here already" Sal commented, looking around. He was right, there were a ton of people here, and a lot of them were dressed up in costumes. It was the Saturday before Halloween and a lot of the parents in town were using this opportunity to let their kids get candy and dress up beforehand, as Halloween was gonna fall on a Tuesday this year.

"Maybe we should have dressed up." you suggested, feeling a little disappointed that you hadn't thought of it earlier.

Sal just shrugged. "Most people think I'm just wearing a mask anyway." he turned his head towards you. "You're the one that sticks out like a sore thumb."

You couldn't help but laugh. "And Sally Face goes in for the kill! And just what are you gonna say when some kid asks what you're supposed to be?"

He thought for a second. "I'll just tell them I'm a serial killer. You said it yourself, I'm Jason chic."

"The Sally Face Killer, huh? Kinda has a nice ring to it, like a good creepy pasta or campfire story."

"Who do you think I'd kill?" he asked. "If I'm gonna go with this, I gotta make it convincing."

"Oh you killed everyone in the apartments." you replied matter-of-factly. "You just went crazy one night and totally snapped and killed everyone because of... I don't know... Cthulhu or something."

"That doesn't make much sense."

"It's a scary story, it doesn't have to make too much sense. You gotta suspend your disbelief." you smiled.

You two continued chatting as you took your time walking around the fairground. All around you kids were playing pretend, adults were tasting some home brew ciders, and all the colors of fall and Halloween surrounded you. Even with Sal's sky blue hair, he fit in perfectly with everyone. No one was staring at him, well, except for you.

You watched him closely as you walked around. With his prosthetic and one good eye, he could be hard to read outside of his voice, but that was a small challenge that you loved. Reading his body language had been an important factor these past few weeks. He was a very squirmy and antsy guy when it came down to it. There was always some part of him moving- from tapping his pencil when he was concentrating to talking with his hands when he was especially excited about something. Larry once mentioned that he'd make a great mime if he ever decided to not talk.

Sal stopped for a moment and looked around, his eye landing on a small booth in the corner. Following his gaze, you spotted what he was looking at- a booth selling fresh made applesauce. This couldn't have been more perfect, you knew for a fact that applesauce was one of his favorite foods. He had confessed that he liked it originally because it was a food that he could more easily eat with his prosthetic on.

"That smells amazing." you said. "Wanna go grab some?"

His hand tightened slightly around yours for a moment, giving it a small squeeze. "I didn't have lunch." he admitted. "I got wrapped up in practicing before I realized what time it was."

"Well, lucky for you we are at a place with a ton of food. Come on, let's get some applesauce, my treat."

There were several different flavors to choose from, the lady running the booth explained. The apples were fresh picked from a few towns over, and some of it was being made at the booth.

"I've never had warm applesauce before." Sal admitted, before a spoon was shoved towards him.

"Have a sample, dear." the lady said, not taking no for an answer.

Sal awkwardly fumbled with the spoon for a moment before unclasping the lower strap of his face.

"This is really good!" he said with slight surprise.

"We'll take two." You told the lady, handing over the cash.

"Thank you." Sal said, as you two walked away with your treats.

"It's no problem. I gotta show my date a good time." you winked at him.

He replied by shoving another spoonful of applesauce into his mouth.

The next few hours were simple, walking around and chatting while stopping at different booths to taste and eat all the different carnival foods. You two compared notes, and had a slightly heated debate on which fall flavor was better. Sal liked apple cinnamon, you were a sucker for pumpkin spice. Though you were generous with buying a lot of the treats that you split, you did allow him to buy you two bottles of water and some crazy straws. You knew he wouldn't have been comfortable if you had been the only one spending money, even if he was a little bit on the completely broke side.

Phase 1: Feed the Boy was complete, it was time for Phase 2: Woo the boy.

Wooing in this case meant taking him over to the games and winning him a stuffed animal. You had considered going to the rides first, but after all the food that you two had ingested it was probably a bad idea.

"What is that?" Sal suddenly asked, stopping in front of a booth. "Please tell me you're seeing this too, and that it's just not me."

It didn't take long to find what he was staring at- it was a large stuffed cat, seemingly shaped like a specific cartoon character mascot, except the colors were all wrong. It was green and red and yellow with... the Sanity Falls logo on the stomach?

"That is an atrocity against God." You said in awe.

"I want it."

As if he needed to ask, really. Within seconds the two of you were seated at the booth, water guns in hand. No matter what the outcome, Sal was getting that stupid, beautiful, ugly cat.

"Let's do this." He said lining up his shot as the two of you attempted to fill the cardboard clowns mouth with water. Had this not been a high steaks mission, you'd make a dirty joke about this, but it wasn't the time. There was a hideous cat to be won.

Both of your guns stopped working at the same time. Sal had won.

"You can pick any of the prizes on this wall." The guy running the booth said.

"What do I need to do to get that cat?" Sal replied, pointing to the other side of the booth.

"Win three times."

You slammed a few more dollars on the table. "I'm in."

"You really don't have to!" Sal replied as he received a small stuffed pink alligator. It was ugly, but you wanted only the most ridiculous for your hopefully-soon-to-be boyfriend.

"We can't just leave him here!" you said. "Can you imagine that dumb thing stuck here for weeks with no heavy metal to listen to?"

Sal saw that this wasn't a battle that he could win. This was your hill to die on, and he sat back down next to you.

You won this time, that was a good sign, Sal winning a second time. You felt like the guy should have given it to you by the fourth play through where you won, seeing as it was obvious that the two of you were together but no such luck. You supposed he had to make money some way.

All you needed to do was win one more time, and the cat would be yours. And by yours you meant his.

Mid game, Sal caught your eye, his water gun jerked slightly to the left, clearly missing for a few seconds before steadying itself back.

Sal was letting you win, the smug jerk!

You wanted to be offended but you also wanted to laugh. He was letting you win so that you could get the prize! You doubt he even realized that the reason you wanted it so bad was so that you could give it to him!

Three minutes later, the guy running the booth was handing you the large stuffed cat.

"He's even weirder up close." Noted Sal, looking him over.

"What are you gonna name him?" you asked, handing him the stuffie.

"Me?"

"Yeah you, I won him for you, you know." you said with a smile.

"But you're the one who paid for all the games. How much money did you spend at that stand?"

"Don't ask questions I don't want to know the answer to." You replied with a hand wave.

"...."

"Hm, if it means that much to you, we'll do joint custody. You get him during the week, and I'll take him on Thursdays or something." You tried to negotiate.

That seemed to allow Sal to relax. "I think I can live with that. Though I hope Gizmo is okay with me bringing him home a little brother."

You took his hand again, this time lacing your fingers together. "Knowing your cat, he'll be fine."

...

LarryFace: hows the date going?

BlankFace: I think it's going well! I fed him applesauce and won him the best stuffed animal ever!

Blankface sent Pic_253

LarryFace: aww man I'm jealous :(

BlankFace: You should be ;D

...

AshleyFace: Hey! How are you doing today?

SallyFace: oh, I'm good! i'm hanging out at the fall festival today

AshleyFace: Hot date?

SallyFace: haha she's acting like it is, it's kinda nice actually

AshleyFace: what do you mean "acting like" ...?

SallyFace: g2g, about to go check out the stage!

...

"Come on! I wanna make sure you get a good view!" you said, practically dragging Sally behind you.

"Why? What's gonna be on stage?" Sal asked.

"Something that I think you're gonna get a kick out of." you replied, smiling back at him.

Sal wasn't one to argue with you at this point; you had been doing such a good job at making sure he had fun that he trusted you with whatever plans you had come up with. He gripped onto you hand tighter as you two weaved through the lawn towards the front of the stage.

"Looks like they're just about to start." you looked over at him with a shit-eating grin as the two person band with acoustic guitars took the stage. They started playing a slow melody before they familiar lyrics played.

Concealed behind the screens

An obsession obscene

Abandon our souls as we become

Machine

Sal froze and stared at the stage for a moment, jerking his head between you and the band in front of you two.

"No." he said after a moment more of them playing.

"Yes"

"There's no way."

"Oh yes way there is."

"This isn't-"

"An acoustic Sanity’s Fall cover band? Oh yes it is."

You heard Sal snort from under his prosthetic. "Sanity’s Fall was not meant to be played like this."

"I don't know, I kinda like it. I can actually understand what they're saying." you teased, wrapping an arm around his waist and holding him as close as you dared. You didn't want to be too forward and made him uncomfortable. To your delight he didn't pull away or tense up.

"You still think I can play better than these guys, right?" he asked.

"Dude, of course. You fuckin' shred."

That was good enough for Sal, as he turned his attention back to the stage, occasionally making a comment about how the band had transposed from electric to acoustic or about how one song didn't make any sense unless you can head bang to it. You smiled and allowed yourself to watch him, glad that you were on the same side as his glass eye- it gave you an easier time to watch without him noticing.

A few songs later and the cover band left the stage. In a weird way, it had been a nice compromise to Larry's original idea of taking Sally to a real SF concert. Plus getting to see all the confused parents and adults around the stage really made it work.

"So, is there anything you want to do?" you asked him as you both left the stage area.

"I thought you had all the plans." Sal teased.

"Oh, I do." you reassured him. "I had to leave room for 'let my date choose something to do', you know."

"So I can pick anything?" he asked.

"Anything at all."

"I want you to get your face painted."

That surprised you. "Really? I mean, sure if you want me too, but why?"

"I can tell that you feel a little left out that you aren't dressed up for Halloween." he admitted. "I want you to feel happy, too."

That dumb boy made your heart melt on the spot. How was he able to see through you like that? He started leading you to the face paint station, and shoved some money at the lady before you even had a chance to protest.

"What'll it be?" they asked.

You took a look at their board, and pointed to a picture of a girl with the top of her face as a pumpkin looking mask. You didn't want a full face, especially something on your mouth.

Sal watched with amusement as the lady went to work turning you into a pumpkin. Halfway through he snapped a pic and sent it to the group chat.

SallyFace sent Pic_003

LarryFace: its the great pumpkin charlie face!

...

AshleyFace: Hey Larry, I think there might be a problem with the date

LarryFace: what u mean?

AshleyFace: I don't think Sal realizes this is an actual date.

LarryFace: what?? hes gotta! i even gave him the heads up that she wanted to take him on a date!

AshleyFace: ???? What exactly happened?

LarryFace: well me and sally face were talking about dates and he said hed never been on one and i said that she had been thinking about asking him on a date cause she wanted to give him a good first date

AshleyFace: Dammit Larry, don't meddle in these kinds of things! I think you gave Sal the idea that this is some sort of fake date!

LarryFace: oh fuck knuckles

...

"What do you think?" you asked, smiling at Sal and batting your eyelashes.

"I think it's cute!" he replied. "They did a great job with the shading."

"Thanks for doing this for me, by the way. That was very sweet of you."

"It's only fair, you won me this cat."

"Then I guess we're even right now. But I'm gonna win."

"Win what?"

"Your heart, of course." you said with an easy grin. You wished you had a better idea of what was going through his head. Normally you could gauge how well your flirting went over by how pink his ears turned, but with him wearing the hat, you didn't have much to go off of.

The sun was starting to set at this point, even though it was barely 5 pm. Though it had only been a few hours, it felt so much shorter and yet so much longer. You tightened your grip on his hand slightly, knowing that with his singular eye he wasn't a huge fan of walking around at night in a crowd. There were a lot more older people here now that it was getting darker- a lot of the parents must have decided to take the kids home.

You thought back to everything you saw online about the festival, trying to decide if it'd be better to go on rides now or start looking around at some of the art tents.

"I've never been on a Ferris wheel." Sal offered, suddenly. It was almost as if he was reading your mind, that or he was trying to change the subject from your previous flirting.

"Wanna ride?" you asked, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively. He let out a small laugh.

"It looks like it could be fun."

The two of you stood in line for a good 45 minutes before you were able to get on. You two had discussed tapping out, but both of you decided that you were too invested at this point. It was okay though, it was still a good time to talk and flirt with him.

Once you two were on the ride, it quickly became apparent at how rickety and unsafe this whole thing felt. There was nothing to stop either of you from falling except for a metal bar and Gods' Will. As your cart went up one to let the next people on the ride, you suddenly remembered something very important, and you gripped at the handle bar tightly.

"Wow, this thing sure is janky. Hey, are you okay?" Sal asked.

"Fine." you replied quickly and tensely as the Ferris wheel moved upwards again.

"You don't seem fine."

"...I may have just remembered that I am not really a super huge fan of being anywhere except for on the ground." you admitted, not wanting to really say-

"You're afraid of heights?"

Dammit Sally Face.

"And you know that feeling you get when you're on a roller coaster and you go over a hump and your stomach does that thing where it drops?" you asked, he nodded. "Not a huge fan of that either."

"Is that why you always decline going on roller coasters with me and Larry?" Sal asked, as you two moved up once again. You couldn't help but nod.

"Sorry. I lied. I'm not actually as hard core as you two." You gave him a weak smile, going up once more, almost to the top now.

He reached out and place his hand on top of one of yours. "It's okay. I won't tell anyone." You two were now at the top, the sun shining directly behind Sal's head making him look like an angel.

What kind of romantic bullshit was this? You were supposed to be wooing him, not the other way around! But still, it let you relax a bit as the two of you moved down one. Everyone was now on the ride and it was time to start spinning for real.

The first go-round was the worst, but it got easier after that. The whole time Sal pointed out different things that he could make out to distract you, and by the time the ride was over you had found yourself having fun, even if it was on a spinning death machine.

Your legs were a bit shaky as you two exited the ride, but you were smiling wide. "I didn't completely hate it and it's all thanks to you, Sally Face."

"I knew you could do it." This time he took your hand, and your heart raced for a moment.

Together you went on a few more rides. Despite your lack of enthusiasm for the Ferris wheel, you were a master at anything that spun around really fast, though after two of those rides, Sal had to tap out.

"The applesauce was good going down, but I don't think it'd be good coming back." he said.

You wished that there had been some sort of fireworks or big ending to the date, but the festival didn't have anything like that. Come and have fun til 9 then leave, was the basic idea.

It was 7 now, two hours until everything shut down but you could tell that the two of you were starting to get tired and had seen almost everything there was.

"This was a lot of fun." Sal said as you two headed towards the exit.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"And you said this was happening every weekend until mid-November, right?"

"Yup! It's-"

"What are you supposed to be?" you suddenly heard a voice next to you. Some middle-schooler with fake blood coming out of every opening on their face was staring at the two of you.

"I'm the pumpkin queen." You replied.

"Not you, that one." the kid said, pointing at Sal.

"I'm the Sally Face Killer." he replied without missing a beat and you couldn't help but smile.

"Where'd you get your mask? I want it." the kid replied, still staring intently at Sal.

"It's a prosthetic." Sal explained. "It protects my face from-"

"So you're like, a total freak under there?"

"Woah, he now kid. Don't be rude." you quickly spoke up. "Come on, Sal let's go."

You started to pull him away, when you felt a slight catch. Sal let out a surprised grunt and you turned around to look at him.

For the very first time, you were truly face to face with Sal Fisher.

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#sally face x reader #sal fisher x reader #sally face #nacht post #nacht fic #cant be unseen #cbu

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Irondad Secret Santa - Snow Day

Merry Christmas @tadie1234 !!! I had so much fun writing this for the @irondadsecretsanta event! I hope you had a great christmas! <3

Summary: Tony Stark might not think he's ready to be a dad, but he's sure as hell going to do his best anyway. Peter's smile makes everything worth it.

Prompt/s: Bio dad & Cute Christmas Story

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When Tony first brought Peter home, he didn’t know what to expect. How was he supposed to know?

Peter Parker, his kid, had recently lost his parents in a plane crash. Tony vaguely remembered Mary Parker from their meeting a few years ago, and really, he should’ve considered the possibility that she might… have a kid. It was just easier to ignore it. Simply not think about it and just focus on other things.

But when Tony found out Mary and her husband were both dead, leaving Peter - his son - on his own, the reality was suddenly impossible to avoid.

And of course, there was no way Tony could leave Peter to the system. He might not be particularly qualified for the role of a dad but he could at least give the kid a stable home.

The whole ‘not being qualified’ part became glaringly obvious when Tony brought Peter home. The kid had a backpack with him, filled with a couple of his favourite toys, and nothing else. Tony had made a room up for him, nothing too detailed, just something simple, he figured he and Peter could have some fun decorating it some more together later on.

Peter was quiet, subdued, listened well and kept his room clean. He didn’t seem incredibly outgoing, but Tony couldn’t really blame him for that. He figured it would take a little time for the kid to come out of his shell, and Tony was determined to be there for him the whole way.

It was a quiet morning, the world outside covered in a thick blanket of soft white snow. Tony was in the kitchen, doing his best to flip a pancake without destroying it in the process. It worked, kinda.

Peter shuffled into the room, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he climbed up onto his chair. Tony turned at the sound of his footsteps and smiled at the kid, quickly plating some pancakes and very nearly drowning them in syrup before setting the plate down in front of Peter.

“Morning, kiddo,” he said, ruffling his hair, making him smile ever so slightly, “You sleep okay?”

Tony got a nod in response, and he nodded too, “Good, that’s good. Eat up, big day ahead.”

Okay so maybe that had been a bit of a lie, it’s not as though Tony had anything specific planned, but Peter didn’t question it and tucked into the pancakes, looking as though they actually tasted good, although that might’ve been the ridiculous amount of maple syrup.

Tony still pat himself on the back for not screwing them up.

He plated a few for himself and leaned against the counter as he ate, glancing at Peter occasionally who seemed to be awfully distracted by something outside, but when Tony looked to try and figure out what had grabbed Peter’s attention, he didn’t see anything all that amazing.

��What’re you lookin’ at, kiddo?” He asked after a moment. Peter glanced at him, then looked back outside and pointed.

“It snowed,” he said and it all clicked for Tony.

“It did snow,” he confirmed, nodding and taking a bite of his pancakes, chewing for a second before speaking again, “you wanna go out today? Have some fun in the snow?”

Peter’s eyes seemed to light up at the suggestion and he nodded quickly, dropping his fork onto the plate and looking at Tony, “Can we build a snowman?”

“Of course, bud,” Tony said with a grin, his heart doing cartwheels when he saw Peter smile brightly. A proper, big smile. “But hey-” he nodded at the forgotten pancakes on Peter’s plate, “-breakfast first.”

Peter picked the fork back up almost immediately and got back to eating, this time with a lot more gusto. Tony watched him fondly for a few seconds, then got back to his own pancakes.

An hour later, both Peter and Tony were wrapped up warmly in thick jackets and scarves. With hats, mittens and three pairs of socks each as well, just to be safe. Tony hadn’t originally intended to be so well protected against the cold, more concerned with Peter, but the kid had insisted and well, who was Tony to deny him?

As soon as Tony opened the front door, Peter was dashing past him, arms outstretched and laughing as he charged for the snow. Tony thought his heart might leap out of his chest when Peter jumped and threw himself into the snow, quickly sinking into the white mass and flailing around.

“Look!” He called, “Look, snow angel!”

Tony jogged up to where Peter was lying in the snow, unable to help his chuckle. Although Peter was in the right position to make a snow angel, he’d kind of messed up all the snow around him with the earlier flailing, making a strange, misshapen snow-creature instead of an angel.

“It looks great, bud,” he said none the less with a smile on his face, scooping up a handful of snow and sprinkling it on Peter, making him scrunch his nose up and giggle.

“You said something about a snowman earlier,” Tony reminded, picking Peter up and setting him upright, “you wanna give me the rundown? How’re we going about this?”

Peter thought for a moment, nibbling on his lip, “Uhmm…” he hummed, then grinned, “I want him to be super big!” He said, raising his arms up high and standing up on his toes to demonstrate, “and he needs to have six arms!”

Tony whistled, “Six arms, huh? We’re gonna need a bunch of sticks for that,” he said, “think you can find some nice strong ones? I’ll start making the super big body, sound good?” Peter nodded enthusiastically and jogged off, digging around in the snow in search of sticks whilst Tony got to rolling the first part of the body.

By the time Peter got back with an armful of various sized sticks, Tony had done a sizeable amounts, the kid’s eyes were wide, “How’d you do that?” He asked, sounding in awe as he stared at the giant snowball Tony had rolled.

Tony chuckled, “Drop the sticks somewhere and I’ll show you, you can make the next part,” he said. Peter opened his arms, letting the sticks fall to the ground, then stepped over them to stand next to Tony.

“Right, kiddo,” Tony crouched, and Peter did the same, listening intently, “you start off with a small snowball-” he demonstrated, getting a handful of snow and pressing it tightly into a snowball. Peter followed along and made his own, “-then you start rolling it around, it’ll pick up the snow and start growing, see?”

Peter nodded carefully, watching closely as Tony started rolling, before rolling his own snowball. A delighted grin grew on his face as he saw it slowly grow and Tony’s heart did cartwheels once again.

After maybe ten minutes of rolling the snowballs around, Peter was struggling to keep his going and was pushing against it in a fruitless attempt to roll it once again. Tony chuckled, carrying over his own sizeable snowball and carefully dropping it beside the first one, then he walked over to Peter and crouched down beside him, “I think you’re done with it now, bud, it looks perfect!” He said.

“It does?” Peter asked, looking at his snowball, then the first, then his own one over and over again for a couple of seconds before nodding, “now it goes on top?” He asked, trying to lift the snowball.

“Hey- let me,” Tony said quickly, picking it up carefully and carrying it over to the first one and gently placing it on top, patting it down slightly to make sure it wouldn’t fall off. Peter trailed behind him and gasped,

“It’s so tall now!” He said, sounding pleased at the fact.

“The tallest,” Tony agreed with a nod, then pointed at the sticks Peter had dropped earlier, “think you can bring those over, kiddo? Snowman here needs some arms.”

Peter nodded and went to fetch the sticks, and Tony used to brief moment he was gone to lift the head of the snowman up and get it into place, making Peter gasp again when he laid eyes on it.

“I can’t reach him!” Peter said, realising that the snowman was, in fact, way too tall for him to reach anywhere near his head.

“Not to worry,” Tony assured him, swiftly picking Peter up, making it so that he was now at a comfortable height to decorate the snowman’s midsection. “You wanna start off with the arms, bud?”

Ten minutes and a few close calls later, the snowman had six, amazing arms. Now they had to decorate the face, so Tony swung Peter up a little higher, making him giggle in the process, and got him settled on his shoulders.

Tony, having been prepared, pulled a small bag filled with pebbles out of his pocket, along with a carrot, both of which he handed up to Peter.

And Tony might have gotten a few pebbles dropped on his head, but it was totally worth it because the snowman looked fantastic. Peter looked very proud of his handiwork, then, to add a final touch, he tugged Tony’s hat off and secured it to the top of the snowman’s head.

Tony made a noise of protest, but Peter was already too busy celebrating the completion of his very impressive snowman, and Tony couldn’t help but join in.

“Alright, kiddo,” he said eventually, lifting Peter off his shoulders but not setting him down just yet, swinging him back and forth gently instead, noticing his red cheeks and nose for the first time, “what’s next? A movie? Hot chocolate?”

Peter thought for a second, “both?” He asked, “and marshmallows?”

Tony grinned and nodded, settling Peter on his hip and turning to go back inside, “Sounds great, Pete.”

His heart did those cartwheels once again when Peter cheered. It was the happiest Tony had seen him in- well, it was really the first time he’d seen him so happy, and if he was honest, it was the greatest thing he’d witnessed in a long time.

Tony was determined to make every day one that would bring such a bright smile to Peter’s face.

#irondad #irondadsecretsanta #peter parker #tony stark is peter's dad #tony stark is a good dad #tony stark #zu writes stuff

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