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mysteriesmuse · 2 years ago

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A Lifetime Ahead

When Katsuki graduated UA University it would have almost come as a shock to everyone who knew him that he had a college (and long-time) sweetheart. If it hadn’t been for that fact that you and Katsuki had known each other for most of a lifetime. The newly certified ProHero Dynamight aka Bakugou Katsuki known for dashing good looks, pure explosive power, and a foul-mouth now officially recognized by Japanese Hero Comission stood on that stage for graduation with his best suit and with his best girl sitting in the isles nestled right between her family, and his. All cheering, clapping, and waving frantically as the confetti poured down from the grand stands of UA University. His parents whom spend the entire first meeting with you giving the most ludicrously embarrassing tour of the family home and all of his achievements . . . And unfortunately for him the very first picture that hung on the way in the door was his most recent yearbook photo. The one from the previous year showcasing his bright young freshmen face complete with a set of red colored braces. And just down the hallway was the trophy shelf with every single participation and competition sport award that he’d won since the ripe age of 3. Katsuki remembers the sheer mortification striking him like a swift baseball to the crotch that Izuku used to accidentally pitch as he stood in that hallway. Only for his parents to whisk you away into the living room, the panicked throbbing of his heart in his clenched throat as his parents immediately fetched old yearbooks and family photos. Fawning and doting over him as if he weren’t standing in his own damn living room with his own damn girlfriend that was a year older than him. Katsuki is still impressed by the way you managed to pull you both out of his house and back out onto the sidewalk. All the while keeping his sweaty, sweaty hands shoved deep inside his varsity jacket as he sulked the rest of the walk to the station. His emotionally constipated self awkwardly waving you goodbye, as he did every time. Only to see you sent him a text with a goofy picture of your younger self in what you described as a “horribly messy” costume from your kindergarten school play. Katsuki remembered pressing his phone to against his chest as he lay on his back and stared at the ceiling and all he could think was he better not screw this up. Katsuki thought that over again and again when you’d finally invited him over as a regular guest for movie night at your house a year later. He loved the drive out to your country home. The afternoons you spent sprawled out on the porch in the sunshine just laughing as the two of you completed your homework before dinner and the movie. The way you’d purposely sit between him and your dad to ease any of the boyfriend/versus/father tension. Although, Katsuki being a star player on the sports teams as well as an aspiring hero made him somewhat larger and always left you accidentally sliding against his side with the way the couch cushion dipped. Which always left him sitting up as straight as a rod and with his clammy hands clasped together in the pocket of his hoodie as your dad eyed him throughout the film. Every night you’d still habitually pass out on your father’s shoulder -like the daddy’s daughter you are- by the end of the movie. Katsuki saying goodbye to your folks as your father carried you up the stairs to your bed. And Katsuki definitely remembers the first time your father nodded at him and said, “Go ahead, it’s your turn now.” Nodding up the stairs as he waited for Katsuki to take you up to your room - he’d never felt so nervous. He was sweating worse than that time his Hero Coach decided to stick him in a sauna for quirk strengthening. And yet once he’s taken you up in his arms and dangerously decided not to leave a chaste kiss on your forehead. He found your father nodding approvingly from the base of the stairwell. Everytime since after and to-this-day Katsuki has taken up the job of taking you up to your room when you’ve fallen asleep.

And that did not just extend to the couch because Katsuki carried you in from his car after your prom night. You’d brilliantly shoved on his coat jacket and a pair of crocs that’d you’d stashed into his car. And he remembers watching the way you absolutely conked out, completely relaxed in his embrace and the way your mother chuckled when she’d opened the door and seen him holding you all limp-noodle style.

You’d been so delighted it wasn’t canceled last minute due to extenuating circumstances (lol yes I’m a COVID prom girlie) and had dragged him along to go prom dress shopping with all your senior girl friends. And he remembers your friends crowing in amazement and watching you beam proudly as he followed you around the store like a dutiful lovesick puppy. The way a good boyfriend is supposed to do for his girl sometimes and he did just as well giving in to your every request at your prom. And he proudly thinks back on the way you’d attended his senior prom the next year. Everyone thinking it was wild that Katsuki Bakugou had a college girlfriend and that he was even attending at all. However, the two of you did ditch out on that one early and headed out to grab hamburgers and milkshakes bc that’s what Katsuki wanted to do with his prom. Just as you wanted to stay almost until the very end and get your Cinderella moment picture. Katsuki wanted the simple/typical rom-com drama of ditching it to watch the sunset with a beautiful lady and a greasy meal.

And Katsuki remembers his highschool years where you’d insist on coming to just about every sports game he had. Always managing to sneak in a salad or two only to be found caught with a corndog, crackerjacks, or plate of dripping nachos on your shiny fingers during a break. Always getting him teased down on the floor by his mates because you’d be fully decked out in one of his jersey’s and would be cheering for him louder than the rest, but eventually his teammates cut it out. Mostly bc Katsuki used to snarl at them and say, “Don’t be laughing at me because my girl loves me that much. It’s rude.” Which quickly shut them all up because who else had a partner that showed so much interest and investment when they came out to play? That’s right none of them. And Katsuki remembers the annoying squeals and “ooooo’s” n’ “awww’s” that your college mates used to give whenever he’d take some time to come over and visit your university. The entire dormitory hallway like moths to a flame as the girls stared at him walking by. And you, always trying to be so easy-going when he showed up, your shoulders falling as you squeezed him as tight as you could. The rest of the afternoon always spent on a little campus or town tour. He always bringing a weeks worth of bentos over to your place because you’d called and complained about the dinning hall food so much. And he remembers you coming out to his second year sports festival. Just teeming with excitement because you’d sadly missed the last one having to watch the recording on tv with your parents when you got back from your school-trip. He remembers coming up into the stands during the break just to find you wearing a tank-top with his old jersey thrown over it, still way too large. Practically swallowing you as you beamed holding up two plates of takoyaki and chatting with the only college friend of his you knew, Izuku. The green bean happily chatting your ear off as he asked you about school and some romantic advice for himself about Round Cheeks. And by the end of the festival, another win under his name he watched you cheering wildly underneath the sprawl of confetti as he stood proudly receiving the first place metal.

And now here he was. Watching you dressed up in your finest dress and makeup passing out tissues to the rest of the Bakugou clan, which were all massive softies with their heart on their sleeves just like his dad. And Bakugou can’t help, but tear up too. And as he steps towards the mic. The box in his pocket growing heavier by the second he grips the side of the podium and begins his Valedictorian speech. (He’s not even sure colleges are supposed to do that) But never-the-less he’s made it through as the top of his class. Near death experiences be damned because he’s made it, to graduation, to ask you to marry him. Just the way you two had agreed, or not really, because you’d expressed that you wanted to wait until after you both had graduated and technically that would be about another serveral minutes worth of speeches away. He’s watching as your parents and two families start crying harder in the front row just behind the Universities staff and faculty. And he remembers one last thing. . . He remembers how easy it was to ask for your hand. How estatic your mother and father were. He remembers asking his old man how to do it. He remembers the first time he met your grandfather . . .

A retired prohero at a Thanksgiving many years ago. Watching him, small and retired as he was, pick you up as you hugged him. He remembers gulping with the way he watched the young hero from over your shoulder, thinking this may be his greatest obstacle yet. Only for him to share his own stories with him late at night. Leaving Katsuki to wonder how he managed to survive and start a family as a hero. And for your grandfather to see the look flash across his face, “I know my granddaughter loves you, but I can see now how you love her. Young Bakugou if you want to be with her, you should, even as a pro. You gotta continue saving her from life, not criminals or villains, just life. And you do that by not getting yourself killed! But also by loving her. That’s the way to conquer the villains of life, you hear me?” and Katsuki nods, swearing to care for you just the same as he is now if not better. Your grandfather then beckoning him into his study bc there’s no greater teacher than experience and this young man is gonna need some help balancing out the life of a hero and the life of a husband. And Katsuki can see your grandfather sitting on the end of the row. Giving him a huge thumbs up as Izuku and Toshinori both fidget from excitement right behind him. Ready to see their friend start another chapter of his life with you. Together as you’ve always been.

#mysteriesmusing #bakugou katsuki #bakugou headcanons #bakugou x reader #bakugou drabble #bakugou fluff #Just a random little ramble of thoughts #it’s super randomly chunked together bc I’ve been having such a hard time writing lately #so I hope you get something out of it anyways thanks!

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bunniesghost · 2 years ago

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୨⎯ "Wait, What’s Your Name?”⎯୧

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Simon “Ghost” Riley X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Abusive Parent, mental health issues, physical abuse, manipulation, mention of death of a minor character

Summary: You become the roommate to a soldier who barely is home. Desperate to leave your Abusive Household, you call the number of the flyer that was on the corkboard of the coffee shop. This soldier didn’t even know your name when he left you his keys. When will you see him next?

A/N: Literally my first fanfic but hope y’all like it. Inaccurate army information. ALSO THIS WILL BECOME A PREGNANCY AU SO IF YOU DON'T LIKE THAT TROPE, YOU SHOULD STOP READING

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Of course you called the phone number posted on the flyer on the cork board of the coffee shop. Going out of your house due to your mother screaming at you as soon as you woke up.

5 AM to get your morning routine done and get ready for school since you decided to take morning classes. Which you don’t regret cause you get to be out of the house.

Away from your mom.

Never having a good relationship with your mom since your father passed away when you were 15.

Always being a Daddy’s girl and her always out of the house, you didn’t think much of it. But once he passed away, she was forced to pay attention to you. Verbally abusing you because she’s a widow and single mother to a teenager who apparently is selfish and hates her mother.

She didn’t drink due to her not liking the taste and she never started after he died, so you knew these were sober thoughts.

Never was there to meet your new relationship. Never was there to see you get your driver's license.

Never was there to see you graduate from High school. Never was there to see you get into your dream school. Never was there for the good things.

Just the bad things

Like when you dropped a plate and it shattered on the floor.

That was the first time she hit you.

A harsh Slap and yelling in your face.

You got into a car accident that left your car ruined. The insurance money given to her due to the car being under your name. Never seeing that money or getting a new car.

You had your high school sweetheart over at her house when she wasn’t home. Seeing the shoes of someone she didn’t recognize. Storming into your bedroom and seeing you making out with someone in your room.

Let’s just say you got dumped by text right after.

Or when she accused you of stealing her boyfriend at the time. Him always greeting you and saying his goodbyes. The relationship only lasted 2 weeks and when he went into your bedroom to see your school project that you were currently working on. Your mother didn’t like that she could hear mumbles of him speaking to someone. Someone as you.

She came into your bedroom immediately accusing him of taking advantage of her little girl, and kicking him out. Right after he left, she slapped you and dragged you to the ground. Screaming at you for apparently stealing her boyfriend.

“YOU FUCKING WHORE!”

You were only 16.

As soon as you turned 18, you got access to your dads Will. He left you most of his money, which your mother was clearly not happy about. You used some of the money to buy yourself a new car and saved the rest to be able to move out of this hell.

Each time you threaten your mom of moving out, she would always beg you to stay and would apologize to you.

The apology ended the next day when you came home late due to your job needing extra help to close and clean up. Opening the door to your mother sitting in on coach and coming towards you with her hand up, ready to slap you.

Now you are 20 and have had enough. Waking up at the time you always do. You decided to wash the dishes your mother left last night, so she wouldn’t yell at you once you got home and ate getting told that you are useless and do nothing for this household.

You didn’t realize she woke up due to the water in the sink being on. She immediately started yelling at you for being so loud in the morning and started to hit you in your rib cage and slap you in your face.

You decided after she was done, to get out of the house and drive to your school. Leaving without your coat or school backpack.

Tears blurring your vision and heavy breathing makes it hard to breathe. You pulled over to a coffee shop because you didn’t want to get or cause an accident.

You steady yourself before you get out of the car. Putting on a smile for the world.

You get out your phone so you can distract yourself. You noticed you got an email from both your professors for today. Both canceled class due to an emergency occurring in their life. They are both married to each other and one of them was pregnant so you can assume she went into labor.

Now you had to figure out what to do for the rest of the day.

As you walked into the coffee shop, you were hit with the smell of richness from the coffee beans. Now you had to figure out what you wanted to order.

After ordering a small drink, due to your lack of appetite, thanks to your mother. You looked over and saw a cork board full of flyers. So you walked over and saw bands, volunteer work and nearby events.

“Y/n”

The barista called your name, indicating that your drink was ready.

But as soon as you were about to walk away from the paper covers wall, you saw a flyer that read

‘Roommate wanted’

You saw phone numbers cut out of the paper so you could take one, and so you did.

Grabbing your drink, you walked out and got into your car. Staring at this phone number in your hand.

Should you call it? I mean do you think it’s time to finally use that Will money? You had all this time to get out of that hell hole but your mom always saying that she needed you. And you not quite ready to let go of the home your father bought after 13 years of paying rent to finally owning the house that you grew up in.

Is it time?

Yes it is

So you start to dial the number.

“Hello?”

Wow that’s a deep voice

“H-Hi..I’m calling cause I saw that you wanted a roommate..” you stuttered.

“Oh right. Are you available right now?”

“Um..yes I am..do you want to meet up right now?”

“Yes, I’m about to leave to work so if you can come right now, you could probably move in today if you want.” The guy spoke

“Oh..just like that? You asked because you were surprised.

“Yeah, I’m not here most of the time so- I’ll tell you once you arrive.”

“Oh o-ok, I’ll be there in like…wait where do you live?” You just realized that you didn’t check the location.

“Did you really not read all of it?..”

“N-no..” you said in a quieter voice

The guy sighed “I’ll text you the address and I’ll wait here. Just tell me if it won’t work before you get here.”

You said your goodbyes and hung up the phone.

He sounded nice.

You check the location he sent and it’s actually much closer to your school. It’s almost an hour away so you decided to start your car immediately and make your way there.

You texted him that you were in the parking lot and he said he’ll meet you in the lobby. Wow this place has a lobby and looks very well kept. Definitely on the expensive side but the Will money and your job can keep you afloat for a while. You wait

You’re waiting in the lobby, when a huge bulky guy in a black military suit comes out of the elevator. You look away but when he comes and stands right in front of you, you look up at him.

“Are you waiting for someone?”

“Oh..it’s you..” you spoke in a surprise voice

“And it’s you, let’s head upstairs so I can show you the apartment.” The guy spoke and started walking to the elevator. You followed along getting on and watched the doors closed.

The 9th floor was the top floor and you were heading up there. Silence filling the small space as the elevator kept going until you heard the ding and the doors opened up. He walked out first and started walking to the only door in the small lobby room for the only apartment. So like a penthouse then?

He opened the door and made it so you walked in first. You were still near the elevator so you had to walk fast to get in. Him going in and closing the door, he started to speak.

“This is my living space that I’m rarely in and really need someone to just take over the space and actually live in it really.” He spoke

“So you’re in the army?” You asked an obvious question.

“Yes, that’s why I’m rarely here. I can show you the two empty bedrooms that I don’t use.”

Did you even use the house? The walls are bare and there’s no decoration at all, just a sofa, coffee table, Big Flat screen, a two seat dinner table, bar stools in the island, and a set of knives. Wow you had a lot of work to do.

“I cleaned up a bit so the floors and walls weren’t dirty, that’s why it smells like lemons.” He explained to you.

Oh wow, lemons

“Well, I’m fine with just one room but don’t you need my information first before I can move in?” You asked him a question that you’ve been thinking about.

“I don’t have time but if you just send me the information, I’ll give it to the army household keepers and they’ll take care of it.” He explained

“Oh, is this provided by the army?” You asked

“No but they just help me out because they know me. So don’t worry about that stuff.”

“So does that mean you’ll move in?”

“Sure.” You told him

“Alright I have to go, I’m an hour late and base is 30 minutes away so, I guess I’ll see you whenever.”

As he was leaving you realized you didn’t know his name. Or he knew yours.

“Wait, what’s your name?” You asked him right as his hand was about to open the door.

“Oh right, it’s Simon.”

Simon

“I-I’m Y/n.”

“I’ll see you soon, Y/n.”

He then closed the door and you were left in this big empty looking house.

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theloveinc · 1 year ago

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miguel o'hara x reader - the thoughts you have about AND the first time you meet gabriella o'hara's soccer dad

(warning: essentially two different drabbles squashed together messily, shitty writing, gn except you self-describe as an oaf and mention wearing leggings)

Something about the the six-five plus, toned and perfectly tanned father of one of your soccer players.

He stands at the edge of your soccer field almost every weekday, shouting encouragement to his daughter Gabi (on your roster and to you, Gabriella O’Hara) in his skin tight, green and red compression shirt and with sandy brown curls for bangs that drive you absolutely insane.

You’re starting to develop a bit of an obsession with him, though as far as anyone knows (your co-coach, the snack team, the girls themselves), you’re right as rain when it comes to your outward behavior and refereeing… but in regard to yourself? When you take a deep, sinking dive into your subconscious? The thoughts you harbor during opening warm-ups, end-of-practice stretches, and every other free moment in between are filled with nothing but daydreams about what’s hiding underneath his clothing and if there’s strength enough to lift you up or bend you right over.

NOT that you’ve ever greeted, much less actually spoken to him outside of a smile (on your part) and a wave at pickup, an ice cold water bottle and fresh cut fruit already in Gabriella’s hands as she waves goodbye, too… But you like staring at him, a real sight for sore eyes, as well as thinking about what you’d say to him if you ever got the chance.

Your daughter is our star player, you’d say, trying to hide your oh-so-obvious interest behind your sleek, silver shades and visor with the team’s logo on it. You hope he’d smile, at least tilt his perfect lips in some direction of up even if only by millimeters, but you’re not sure if he’d look better with kind eyes and smile lines or raised eyebrows which compliment a smirk.

But I prefer watching you.

Instead, however, the first time you talk to him is the first time Gabi rolls her ankle. One of the few days a week he’s not there to supervise, though he arrives barely fifteen minutes after one the other instructors calls. You’re sitting next to her in the bleachers, a frozen water bottle your sorry excuse for an ice-pack, and he’s scaling (more like climbing, prowling, mounting) up the stairs three at a time just to make it to you.

In a perfect world, it would be a day where your hair wasn’t frizzed by the sweat on your forehead, you’d be wearing the flattering leggings instead of your old pair of stained joggers, and you wouldn’t be meeting under such unfortunate (though mild) circumstances. Unfortunately, however, it isn’t that other day, and the man you’ve been crushing on (as stupid as that makes it sound) makes it to you like he’s practically going to open his mouth and devour you whole—

“Daddy!” Gabriella interrupts the thought before you can finish it, her father’s eyes immediately slipping from yours to hers and softening as his clenched fists open to reach her, grasp her knee, take over holding the ice so she can free her hands to wrap around his neck.

“Mi amor,” he leans in, accepting the hug eagerly and without hesitation, all focus on her. “You’re hurt."

“It's okay! I'm okay," she grins when he pulls back, her smile toothy despite her swollen ankle that still throbs under your touch. "Coach carried me all the way here.”

She turns to blink her big, sweet eyes at you, and though you’re warming in embarrassment (hotter now than when the sun was at it’s highest) at the thought of her father seeing you as some big oaf who let their player get injured (and really, carried? The most she let you do was help to keep her stabilized by throwing an arm over your shoulder), you can’t help but melt at the sight her pretty browns.

“It was, uh, nothing,” you try to smile. The words sounds so foolish coming out of your mouth, tacky like something out of a movie you’d never watch willingly, and especially so when he doesn’t even twitch and still all you can think about is the snarl of his lip as he goes in to bite.

“Obviously not, if it was—"

“Cállate, daddy,” Gabriella snaps, a pout on her lips as she reaches up to squish her fathers cheeks together (you wonder if she notices the stubble growing there) and to your surprise, he does so without hesitation. “It was all Sisi’s fault anyway. I saw her stick out her leg.”

The attention on you is suddenly gone, replaced by the slide and squint of red eyes onto Gabriella, whose frown deepens as her father growls and his shoulders seem to grow. You’re honestly not sure whether you're more disappointed or relieved that you’re no longer the center of his attention and at risk of some sort of chastising, but you do feel the slight simmer of guilt in your stomach when the thought makes your loins clench.

“But you better not make a fuss; last time you called Sisi’s parents you started saying malas palabras.”

"I did not," he huffs in a surprisingly sassy manner, poking her side with raised brows. "We were having a perfectly adult conversation about the way Sisi behaved."

Gabriella rolls her eyes, but giggles nonetheless, and you shy away from interrupting a father and his daughter.

“Mr. O’Hara…?”

“Miguel,” he corrects, peering at you out of the corner of his eye before Gabriella pushes his whole face into your view. "Miguel O'Hara."

“Miguel,” you feel out his name on your tongue. It’s sharp and acidic, like a wound still leaking fresh blood, lime in a cold soda, but also handsome too. “I can take care of Sisi if you’d like to take Gabriella home?"

He nods at that, his face reverting back to something more serious and stern with a sigh. Wrinkled lines etch themselves into the sharpness of his creeks, the crease of his forehead, even his narrowed eyes though his expression is more forgiving now: his blatant disappointment easing into an exhaustion of relief with every one of Gabriella’s pats to his shoulder and the relief of knowing it wasn’t actually your fault.

Gabriella grabs the sleeve of your shirt before can you manage to slip away unnoticed and leave the family on their own.

"Call me Gabi, ‘kay?”

Bashful and cute, she beams, a knowing look in her eyes that doesn't go unnoticed by Miguel (it still feels somewhat weird to finally have a real title for him) and has you promising intently even as you wave from below the bleachers—

Unaware of all the moments her attractive father has been staring back at you all these months.

#miguel o'hara x reader #do it scared do it scared do it scared do it scared do it scared do it scared #HOPE YOU LIKE AHHHH #this is a fat mess #if there's typos i'll edit later if the spanish is wrong tell me PLEASE #repost cuz of links in last post wah #caitie post #gen #caitie things #atsv

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justjams2003 · 2 years ago

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So many allergies

I am hard at work with my studies and also the Galaxy of Stars series. But while you guys wait for all that, here is a little one-shot for my girlies with way too many allergies.

Pairing: Thor x little!reader

Summary: During a party, you become small and eat something you shouldn’t and have an allergic reaction. Thor has to come in and save the day

Warnings: Little!reader, needles (epi-pen), fluff

Word Count: 600

The first time Thor heard about your allergies; he’d felt so bad. It had been one of the first times you were little around him and had completely forgotten to tell him about your 6 different allergies. You’d been just too excited to have a daddy after all this time. However, the rest of the avengers were quite used to it.

“What are you eating, sweet pea?” Nat asks, watching you swing your legs back and forth, while sitting at the bar table. You give your big doe eyes to the red-haired women and grin like never before. “Daddy gave me ice-cream and some juice! He said I’ve been a good girl.” Even if you were grinning like crazy, Nat could already see the red rash coat your chin.

You are entirely unaware of the complete look of terror on her face. “Okay, baby, I’m going to take this away and get you some of your special cookies. And some ice-tea, okay?” You give a pout, “No, daddy said I get ice-cream!” You’re ready to throw a fit, crossing your arms in defiance. Thor had said you’d been such a good girl, all week too!

“I know that, but aren’t you feeling itchy?” She questions, already plating your new snacks. You can only roll your eyes at her, because it’s true. You can feel the coughing fits coming on, your chin itchy and your tummy already felt funny. “Where is your daddy?” She asks, knowing she needs to get some allergy meds.

You just shrug, nibbling on your specially made cookie. “Baf’oom.” Exactly where the pills are.

After Nat had properly scolded Thor, he had memorized each one of your allergies. He also made sure that either he or one of the Avengers were the ones too be feeding you when you are small. But it was a party and you hadn’t been little all day and to be honest, he was just a bit tipsy. After all, he brought his own mead.

“Daddy, I feel funny.” You tug on his denim jacket. At the beginning of the night, you looked ravishing in the lowcut dress you were wearing. But now all he can see is your soft, flushed cheeks and just how uncomfortable you looked. What was worse, is the red rash covering your lightly swollen neck.

He immediately sets his drink down, picks you up and places you on the coach. “Oh, my babygirl, what did you eat?” His eyes search around to see a waiter carrying away an empty tray of plates. “Um...” You let out a heavy cough and scratch at your inflamed neck.

“My poor girl,” he mutters, pulling out his emergency epi-pen, from his jacket. Then placed the jacket over your shoulders. “Look away, my little one, this is going to hurt.” His sweet voice is so soothing, you barely even notice when he pierced the needle into your thigh. Nat had showed him how earlier.

He sighs with relief, hearing you breathe a little easier. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” your lip quivers, knowing you just broke the most important rule he has. You can see in his beautiful blue eyes just how stressed he looks. “It’s alright, my little girl, we’ll talk about it when we get home. How does that sound?” You can only nod as he wipes away your tears.

Thor then scoops you up into his arms. His big jacket covering you up, as he says goodbye to his friends. Both of you weren’t even finished saying your farewells before you fell asleep in his arms.

#Thor Odinson #thor #thor fanfiction #thor fluff #thor x reader #thor x you #thor x y/n #thor x little!reader #daddy!thor x little!reader #gc!thor x little!reader

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moumentec · 22 hours ago

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butterflyintochains · 10 months ago

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Adventures In Toronto

Wednesday - Arrival

The Canucks' private plane has touched down in Toronto for the All Star Game. Each Canuck have brought their partners, and Millsy and Thatcher have even brought their kids. Tocchet leads them to their cars after going through security. Joanna has never been to Toronto before. This is her sixth NHL city. Born and raised in Vancouver, where she still lives. She's been to San Jose, St Louis, and Miami with Elias for previous All Star Games. And Vegas with him when he won the Calder. She doesn't count her brief stop in Detroit when she flew out to see Elias and Quinn that summer, all she saw was the airport. ''God, this city is massive, isn't it?'' Olivia says.

Joanna nods, taking some pictures out the window. ''Yeah, hope this weekend is happier than the last game.'' She'll never forget saying goodbye to Bo, Holly, and the kids in Miami last year. She hates that Bo had to find out they handfasted while visiting. Elias holds her hand in his, and promises her. ''We arrive together, we leave together this time, alskling, promise.''

At the hotel, they meet up with Jack and the rest, and head in for some dinner. Then, on Tocchet's orders, it's bed time.

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Thursday - Draft

Draft Day has come, the boys are all up early, but the ladies are given some extra sleep. Joanna is up at nine, the bed too cold without Elias next to her. She showers, and brushes her teeth, and gets her hair done into a nice half updo. She's doing her makeup, when a knock comes at the door. ''Come in.'' Bella and Olivia come in, dressed for the day already. ''Hey, girls, what's up?'' Joanna slides some tights on, and belts her favourite turtleneck dress up. Bella sits on the bed. ''We just wanted some advice about today, we've never done this before. You have.''

Joanna chuckles, and fiddles with her handfast ring. ''Oh, okay, well, what do you wanna ask me?''

Olivia takes a seat. ''How do we y'know... conduct ourselves? Like, there's so many important people here, how do we not look stupid in front of them?''

Joanna packs her purse, and zips her boots up. ''Just like you'd approach the boys, or coach. If Etiquette Classes taught me anything it was: be comfortable in yourself, and you're seventy percent there.'' Bella nods, turning pink slightly. ''It sounds so dumb to ask, but we're so new to all this, and you've been to four of these now, and...''

Joanna takes her friend's hands, assuring her. ''It's not dumb, Bells, it isn't. I lost count of how many times I turned to Holly and Amanda for advice back then. Wanna know a secret about San Jose?''

Olivia looks interested. ''Go on.'' Joanna laughs, smoothing down her skirt. ''I was terrified, stuck to Elias like glue all weekend, I was nineteen and absolutely petrified. Didn't help that my childhood crush was there. I was down bad for Kris Letang as a kid.''

The ladies all sit together for the draft. Joanna wrinkles her nose at the red jerseys their team are wearing, red has never been her favourite colour on Elias. The garish yellow stars don't help. Scarlett Miller wants up on her lap. ''Hi, sweetie, come on. What team do you want daddy going to, Scarly?''

Scarlett thinks for a minute. ''Uhm, Huggy's team.'' Olivia laughs, agreeing with the little girl. ''Me too.''

Sure enough Scarlett is a prophet, the pod sticks together, except for the new guy. Elias Lindholm going to a different team. The girls also stick around for the PWHL showcase.

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Friday - Skills Competition

The Canucks, Devils duo, and Tkachuks are sitting down to breakfast together before the skills comp. The girls all dressed nice, the boys suited up. Joanna goes to grab some more tea from the buffet, half milk and two sugars as she likes, a distinct feeling of anticipation at their table. She gets back, the boys talking animatedly among themselves. ''Did I miss something while grabbing my drink?'' She asks Emma.

Emma nods, beaming, but not giving anything away. ''Yeah, you kinda did.''

Elias turns to her, blue eyes sparkling, and takes her hand in his. He goes into his pocket, producing a blue velvet box, it's happening, it's actually happening! ''Joanna, last summer, we made some promises to each other. I asked you in Sweden to handfast with me. Now, I ask you in Canada: Joanna, my love, will you marry me?'' He opens the box, producing a gorgeous ring, rose gold adorned with a diamond flanked by two rubies. Joanna, heart racing, says. ''Yes!'' He slides the ring onto her finger, and pulls her in for a kiss. ''Congrats, guys, it's the best feeling ever.'' Thatcher says.

Elias nods, his fiancee now on his lap. ''Thanks, Demmer, been waiting to do it for ages, figured this was a great time.'' He looks to his other half. ''Anna, are you okay?''

Joanna nods, green eyes glossy. ''Yeah, I just love you so much.'' Elias kisses her again. ''I love you too.''

Joanna makes the texts after Elias is called to the bus. Their people must know before the press find out later on today, she'd hate it if Theresa, her best friend, found out on TV in particular.

At the arena, the girls watch as McDavid wins fastest skater, Olivia says. ''Quinn came third, so that's good at least.'' She's always been Quinn's number one supporter, even before they got together. ''Yeah, can't wait for hardest shot.'' Lexie says, bouncing little Dawson on her lap. ''Neither can I, Elias basically owns that.'' Joanna says.

Elias manages 2 points in the one-timers event, Kate Peterson comes to the ladies during the passing challenge. ''Good afternoon to our Canuck ladies, enjoying the skills comp so far?''

Bella laughs, Brock isn't in it, so she's just there to support the others. ''Yeah, kinda didn't know what to expect, but this is so cool.'' Joanna nods in agreement. ''Been here before, but this one feels so different. We're not saying goodbye to anyone, and we're all together this year.'' Kate notices the ring, shimmering in the arena lights. ''I take it a Hockey wedding is on the horizon?''

Joanna nods, beaming again. ''Yeah, Elias proposed this morning.'' Elias also goes on to win the passing challenge.

Cale Makar wins hardest shot, McDavid wins stick handling and accuracy shooting. Georgiev wins the one-on-one challenge. ''Well, who would've guessed? Connor helps design the comp, and wins the thing!'' Olivia remarks, sounding a touch bitter.

They catch up with the boys backstage, Joanna slings her arms around her fiance's waist, and kisses him. ''Another skills comp done, darling, we've not missed one yet.''

Elias lets his hands clasp at the small of her back, and kisses her gently. ''Who are you supporting at Four Nations next year?'' Joanna says, matter of factly as always. ''The team my husband plays for.'' Elias, aquamarine eyes focused deeply into her emerald ones, like they have been since 2018, says. ''Good to know.''

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Saturday - Game Day

Joanna and the girls take their seats for the Team Hughes vs Team Matthews game. Despite his awful showing in the skills comp yesterday, Kucherov buries one to open scoring for Team Hughes. DeBrincat answers with a goal of his own just over a minute later. ''Come on, Jon, wake up, honey.'' Natalie urges her husband. Joanna turns her engagement ring on her finger, already used to the weight on her left hand. Anaheim star Frank Vatrano fires one past Oettinger for 2-1. ''I wish Brock could get one, he wasn't in the skills comp yesterday.'' Bella says.

DeBrincat adds another to the boards to tie it 2-2 going into the second half. Mitch Marner pads the lead as the second half begins, Elias gets the puck on his stick, and ties it, pointing to Joanna with his stick. Joanna, for her part, winks at him. ''That never gets old, huh?'' Olivia asks.

Joanna laughs, and says. ''Not even a little bit, Liv, no.''

Filip Forsberg puts Team Matthews ahead, but Brady Tkachuk responds just as his dad would've. ''That's my man, Brady!'' Emma cheers him on. Vatrano adds another goal for Team Hughes. Only for Forsberg to tie it with two minutes to go. ''Shootout time, buckle up, girls.'' Lexie says, sounding confident in her husband, so she should.

The shootout goes to the wire, with Alex DeBrincat scoring the game winner for Team Matthews.

Team Hughes and Team MacKinnon head back to the hotel for a late lunch after the games. Elias Lindholm finally getting to sit with his new team mates. ''Anything I should know before we head back to Vancouver?'' Lindholm asks.

Quinn, stepping into captain mode for a brief moment, says. ''Just that we're excited to have you on board, that's all.'' Thatcher adds to the primer. ''And, Garly, Blue, and JoDak are insane. But, in a good way.''

Elias adds. ''And, you're invited to a Canucks wedding this summer too.''

Lindholm smiles, weddings are always good news, no matter who it is. ''Thank you very much, congrats on that by the way.'' Joanna finishes her meal, and says. ''Thanks, we handfasted in Agne over summer too.''

Of all people, Sidney Crosby pipes up. ''Oh, did you? That's so cool! My grandparents did that too. Good luck on the wedding and marriage.''

Elias speaks for them, his fiancee too starstruck to speak. ''Thank you, Sid.''

That night, Joanna is just done getting ready for bed. Her face and hands moisturized, hair put in a braid, and case packed for their flight home tomorrow afternoon. She exits the bathroom, Elias is already fast asleep, big events like this have always tired him out, and the rush of the proposal is probably catching up to him. Joanna joins him in bed, and kisses his temple. ''Jag älskar dag, käresta.'' She whispers, and curls up with him, out in minutes.

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Sunday - Home

It's all over and done with until 2027 now, bags are packed, and cars are loaded up for flights back to the other 31 cities. Joanna gets back from a shop with a box of chocolates and a card thanking the staff for housing them for the weekend. Farewells are said, and the Canucks family get into their cars, having not said any goodbyes, instead, they're heading back to Vancouver with someone. ''Nice weekend, love?'' Elias asks Joanna while she reads on the flight home.

Joanna nods, and marks her page. ''Yeah, feels odd that I've been with you for all four of these, but this is it until 2027. Four Nations next year, and then the Olympics.''

Elias chuckles, kissing her head. ''Yeah, it does in a way, doesn't it? We'll be married and starting our family by then. Excited for that?'' Joanna can't help the smile that comes to her face. ''Elias, I've been excited for that since we got together. That's never changed.'' Elias says, linking their pinkies together. ''Good, because so am I.''

Elias gets back to his movie, Joanna gets back to her book, and they return to their city with their family. A hectic weekend behind them, a busy work schedule ahead, and a wedding in summer. But, they're ready, they're together, and that's all that will ever matter.

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A/N: OMG, this is finally done!! Had this in the pipeline since asg, but college and stuff got in the way. But, she's finally done! Happy with how this turned out.

#hockey rpf #vancouver canucks #elias pettersson x oc

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nervousgardenerkid · 2 years ago

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Bruised hearts and bloody noses

a/n: okay this was so CUTE and was on my mind for WEEKS when i got the ask!! i hope you guys enjoy it and again i'm sorry it took me FOREVER 😭 i'm doing my best i SWEAR!! credit to the gif owner <3

warnings: reader is not the one to fuck around with, mentions of blood, mentions of weed i love u weed, reader is female presenting and she/her pronouns are used, eddie being nonchalant but then all cute, that's all i can think of rn

“I fucking hate gym class.” You mutter under your breath while walking next to Robin. She lets out a hum to let you know she agrees with you.

“Me too, but it could be worse!”

You snort, your eyes falling on Rebecca.

“Yeah, nothing like having gym class with the biggest bitch in Hawkins.”

“And me!” Robin exclaimed while throwing her arm around your shoulders. She did have a point. Although you hated gym and half of the people in it, you were glad you at least had Robin with you. You open your mouth getting ready to reply to her when you trip over someone’s foot. You're lucky that reflexes kicked in and you grab onto Robin who held you steady before you whip your head around to the laughter that's coming from beside you.

“Wow, you should be really careful going up these stairs y/n! You could get hurt!”

Rebecca Donaldson. She’s the queen b of Hawkins at the moment, the b standing for bitch. You're not entirely sure why she has it out for you, but it's a game you're getting sick of real fast. You see, Rebecca always chooses someone to bully throughout each school year. First, it was Kate from science class, then Megan from history. The school was shocked when she made Richard Hernandez switch schools, and now she has it out for you. The moment she saw you walk into the school’s gymnasium she sunk her talons into you and has yet to release you from her suffocating clutch.

“Thanks, Rebecca! Love the new outfit by the way. Did mommy buy it with the divorce money she took from daddy?”

That struck a nerve. Rebecca stands up from where she's sitting and smoke is practically coming out of her ears.

“You little-”

A loud whistle is heard throughout the gym as the coach steps out of his office and into the center of the gym.

“Okay class, everyone take a seat and listen up!”

You and Robin scurry to find a seat but not before you blow a kiss to Rebecca and wave goodbye.

“She’s going to have your head on a stick and wave it in front of your weeping mother,” Robin said while stepping aside to let you sit first.

“Then you can tell my story. Y/n L/n, the girl who told off Hawkins’ designated bitch.”

Robin shakes her head muttering under her breath how absolutely insane you are.

“As much as I loved watching that, I have to agree with your friend there.”

Eddie Munson. The freak of the school and your chemistry partner. How you two haven't blown up the school yet no one knows, but they prepare for the day Eddie reads the measurements wrong. You and Eddie weren't exactly friends, but you also weren't strangers. You'd see each other in the hallways and give each other a smile and a small nod, but you both have yet to speak to each other outside of room 203, until today.

“Oh, c’mon you're supposed to be on my side. We're on the same team!”

Eddie chuckles and shakes his head slightly.

“I'm just saying,” he said while putting his hands up in a surrender motion. “As someone who stands up to their bullies from time to time, they aren't scared to fight back.”

You snort, eyes falling back on Rebecca as she whispers and laughs with her friends.

“She’s not my bully, just a major bitch who loves to pick on me.”

“That's the textbook definition of a bully,” Robin said under her breath.

“My point is I can take her.”

Eddie turns around to look at you, a chuckle leaving him as he does so.

“Okay, just remember what you're saying.”

“Why do you care?”

He shrugs his shoulders. “I don't.”

The conversation comes to an end when the coach dismisses everyone to go do their own thing. Eddie is quick to climb down the bleachers and make his way toward Gareth and Jeff, all three of them aren't dressed in their gym clothes so they get to walk around the gym the whole class period.

“Wait, what are we doing?” you ask while following Robin down the steps. She shrugs her shoulders.

“Basically whatever we want. As long as coach doesn't see us just standing around.”

You nod your head, liking the answer you heard, and look over at Robin. “So do you want-”

Your question is cut short when you feel yourself fall to the ground clutching your nose and tears pricking your eyes.

“Holy shit! Are you okay?!” Robin asks while stumbling to help you up.

A small crowd has gathered around you and all eyes are on you as you pull your hand away from your nose. You see blood on the palm of your hand wincing at the small puddle that sits there. It's not a lot, but it could've been much worse.

“Sorry y/n! I was totally aiming for Derek.”

“Thank god she fucking missed,” Derek mumbled under his breath.

Soon enough the crowd begins to scatter leaving you and Robin alone, but you could still feel some eyes on you.

“I'm going to kill her.”

“Um, maybe we should get you to a nurse first?”

You tune Robin out as you grab the dodgeball that hit you in the face mere seconds ago.

“Y/n, no-”

A loud smack goes throughout the gym as the ball hits Rebecca in the back of the head. Students in the gym let out quiet ohhh damn as she tried to wrap her head around what just happened.

“Really? That's how you want to do it?!” Rebecca screeched as you wiped away the remaining blood that was under your nose.

“Bite me, bitch!”

She stomps her way over to you with fire behind her eyes and you feel Robin trying to drag you away from her rampage but you're standing your ground. You are so sick and tired of her thinking that she can do whatever she wants just because she comes from a rich (now divorced) family, and you know you're not the only one. You know this because out of the corner of your eye you see Derek roll a basketball toward you making sure to send you a wink when it hits your foot.

The students let out a gasp when they see the ball leave your hands and fly straight into Rebecca’s nose. She falls to the ground just like you did before except she doesn't make a noise, she doesn't move.

“Oh my god, you killed her!” Robin shouted loud enough so only you could hear.

“Nice shot L/n.” Eddie chuckled while standing next to you.

You say nothing. You're not sure what to say because you really do think that you killed Rebecca, but those thoughts are cut short when you hear her let out a groan. Her friends gather around her to help her up and the gym erupts with groans and hands flying up to their faces. She sits up and lets out a scream when she sees a drop of blood fall onto her lap. You assume the pain starts to set in from the way her hand is hovering over her nose, it's almost like she's too scared to touch it.

“You asshole!” She shouted at you.

“I'm not the asshole! You're the fucking asshole, bitch!”

The gym rattles with every shouting student and Rebecca stumbles to make her way toward you but the coach was quick to step in between you two.

“Everyone to the locker rooms now!”

Students scattered while looking at the scene in front of them but they all stayed right behind the locker room doors, making sure to listen to what was happening.

“What the hell is going on here?!”

“I was just walking around the gym when she hit me in the face with a ball!”

“Oh, bullshit! You're such a fucking liar-”

“ENOUGH! Y/n, clean yourself up,” he said while gesturing to the dry blood that stained your shirt and skin. “and head to the principal's office.”

“That's fucking bullshit-”

“Go! Rebecca, grab your things and go to the nurse.”

You don't even bother to listen to her response as you stomp over to the girl's locker room. Girls scramble around trying not to get in your way and Robin is hot on your tail as you open your locker.

“What happened? Are you going to the nurse?”

“No, little miss perfect is though, I have to go to the principal's office.”

Robin opens her mouth ready to complain for you but she stops when she sees one of Rebecca’s friends grab her things from her locker.

“Hey, Maria,” you said while taking a step toward her.

Maria turns around to give you a glare silently asking what you want.

“Tell dearest Becca that I'm so excited to see the new nose daddy buys for her.”

“You're a fucking dick, you know that right?”

You roll your eyes as her friend rushed out of the locker room trying to get back to her in a short amount of time.

“Are you really going to the principal’s office? She started all of this shit!”

“I pretty much have no choice,” you sigh. “I'll see you after school.”

You quickly exit the locker room, throwing confused looks at your classmates when they salute you and thank you for your service. Once you're out of the locker room you see Eddie leaning against the wall.

“Finally. You take forever to change.”

You furrow your brows.

“What?”

“You were waiting for me?”

“Duh, I heard you were going to the principal’s office.”

You nod your head at him.

“Wrong. You're coming over to my place, I need help with my chemistry homework.”

You don't even have time to answer him before he throws his arm around your shoulder and leads you out of the gym. There are two ways this situation can go. The first one is you tell Eddie to leave you alone and you actually go to the principal’s office, or you could go with Eddie and end this day on a better note.

“Also, I don't need help with the homework. Just figured you didn't want to go to the principal’s office for finishing a fight you didn't even start.”

You chose the latter.

The drive to Eddie’s trailer was anything but quiet. He had Metallica blasting through his speakers and he wasn't the best driver in Hawkins so there were lots of sudden stops and red lights being run through.

“Jesus Christ Eddie, how the fuck did you get your license?!”

He roughly puts the van in park and hops out of the car with a smile on his face.

“Who said I had a license?”

You step out of the van ready to ask him to explain how he hasn't been pulled over yet when you let out a sneeze. A groan soon comes after that, your nose still sore from the ball that hit it earlier and you roll your eyes when you feel the familiar warm liquid trickle down again.

“Shit, let's get you patched up real quick.”

Eddie grabs your hand and brings you inside the trailer. He nods his head over to the kitchen telling you to have a seat somewhere while he looks for the first aid kit. You're a bit familiar with the layout of his trailer, you've stopped by to work on projects, homework, and even to buy what Eddie sells, but you're not familiar with the older man who comes out from where the restroom is.

You stare at him with wide eyes and your head slightly tilted up to make sure blood isn't pouring out.

“Hi, I'm y/n. I'd shake your hand but I'm a little preoccupied.”

A chuckle leaves his lips and he smiles at you.

“I'm Wayne, sorry the place is a mess. That boy has a bad habit of not picking up after himself.”

Eddie comes back with the first aid kit in his hand but stops in his tracks to look between you and his uncle.

“You two talking about me?”

“Not everything is about you, Munson,” you grunt out while taking a seat on his kitchen counter.

“I was just telling her how you live like an animal. Never clean up after yourself.”

Eddie chuckles. “I told you I’d clean around today. I have no practice today, and we're short a campaign member.”

Wayne mutters out I've heard that before while he puts on his hat that hangs on a hook near the door.

“I gotta head out, be gentle with her, yeah? Looks like a nasty bruise is gonna form. It was nice meeting you.”

You waved goodbye and promised that the next time you meet it'll be under better circumstances.

“Alright fighter, let's go ahead and get you cleaned up.”

You've never been this close to Eddie before. Sure, you've shared textbooks and copied off each other's work, but this was new. Eddie stood between your legs with his hand gently holding your chin to make sure you didn't move. He wipes away the blood that sits just below your nose, letting out a curse when he sees you flinch slightly.

“Why are you cleaning me up?” you whisper.

“I told you, I know what it's like to fight back and suffer the consequences.”

“Thought you didn't care.”

He lets out a sigh and steps back. “I don't care, but…I could see myself…starting to care for you.”

Your cheeks heat up as you watch him put ice in a small bag and wrap a towel around it. He hands it to you, his hand resting in yours for a few seconds before he pulls away and clears his throat.

“Um, just put it on your nose for ten minutes or so.”

A quiet thank you leaves your lips as you gently place the rag on your nose, wincing when it first made contact with your sore nose. You both sit in silence for a bit until you speak up.

“I can see myself caring for you too. In case you were wondering.”

Eddie bites on his bottom lip trying to conceal the smile that's making its way onto his face as he leans against the counter.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, you're cute or whatever.”

He lets out a soft laugh and grabs his keys from his pocket ready to leave the trailer with you but you grab his hand to stop him.

“No way in hell you're driving again.”

“Your nose is fucked up though.”

“Yet I’d still be a better driver than you.”

Eddie rolls his eyes and hands you the keys that were in his hands and helps you jump off the counter. He watches with stars in his eyes as you balance the small bag of ice on your nose and stick your arms out trying to feel your way to the front door of the trailer. He doesn't care that he's a shit driver and that neither of you has a license yet, he’ll let you drive him off a cliff if it meant he could spend just a few more seconds with you.

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b4tboys · 3 years ago

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➣ genshin men who would be dilfs

pairing: diluc, kaeya, thoma, & childe w/ gn! reader

warnings: very suggestive but nothing explicit, alcohol consumption in kaeya’s part

notes from lee: *sees no dilf content*, fine i’ll do it myself; uh pretty much single dad + not married scenarios since i’m not a fan of cheating, wrote this on full brainrot mode so hopefully makes sense

diluc:

like father like son

diluc definitely takes after crepus in the sense that he is a total dilf and single father

he has a cute little red headed girl that run around the orchard that is almost a carbon copy of him

he doesn’t have the time to take care of her with his growing responsibilities so he hires you to do it rather than the clueless maids

is still one of the top elegible bachelors in mondstadt too

diluc has just checked in on his little girl, who’s fast asleep in her room, before coming down the stairs to talk to you. he sighs as he makes his way down, pulling off his gloves in a hasty manner. “again, i’m so sorry. work in the wine guild has been backed up, but that’s no excuse for me return home as late as i have.”

it wasn’t the first time it had happened but it was the latest, diluc always made sure to come back before the sun was fully set. but honestly it’s what you were expecting when he hadn’t returned. “it’s no problem really and your daughter is such a delight.”

he sighs deeply yet again, pulling off his overcoat and draping it over the chair. “still i feel bad for making you stay this late. it’s too dark for me to let you walk home alone and i-,” he pauses mid thought and takes off his top coat, leaving him in less layers you’ve seen before.

“would you mind staying over?” the sudden break of silence startles you along with the idea of stay over at the winery.

“as long as i can have a change of clothes i take the couch.”

you’re fine with the arrangement, but it seems diluc isn’t as he takes your hands in his, “please, i have more than enough room for two in my bed.” your nod is all it takes for him to drag your flustered self up the stairs behind him. you’ll find out if he understands the weight of his words when you get to his room.

kaeya:

might not even have any kids to consider him a dad, but is fatherly enough towards the kids in mond to be considered one

looks as good, if not better, as he did when he was younger but has definitely aged like fine wine

still hangs around the bar and buys drinks for the people he finds interest in

would probably liked to be called daddy in bed

a lazy arm slinks over your shoulders and there a sudden weight accompanying it. “hey darling, fancy seeing you here,” kaeya drawls out. if it were anyone else you would have pushed the older man away but it’s the calvary captain, mondstadt’s middle-aged heartthrob.

one drink leads to two and before you know it you’ve landed yourself within his grasps. he flirts with you easily, every compliment and innuendo are cliche and have probably been used on more than just you, but it makes you laugh.

you can’t seem to help but fall victim to his charms as he ensnares you easily. he leads you out of the tavern, you willingly following as he chides a goodbye to the barkeep. “to yours or mine?” he asks in a sultry tone, the look in his eyes even darker than before paired with a vicious smirk.

thoma:

the nice dad everyone secretly has a crush on

but like he’s not just nice, he’s also fairly good looking for being an older dude

would stay-at-home with his kiddos but he has to work as a single dad

would coach a club sport for them too, just very supportive in his kid’s endeavors

is semi-aware of the way people look at him, at least you think

thoma pokes his head around the corner to find you sitting on the floor with his kids seated near you, a sight that makes his heart happy. “i’m leaving now! bye kids, bye (y/n)!”

you usher them towards their dad with a ‘say bye to daddy’ and he can’t help but feel his gut twist in a way it shouldn’t.

after his kids are done hanging off of him he looks over to you, “call if you need anything and i mean anything.” he shoots a wink your way before disappearing behind the corner. you know he’s left when you hear the thud of the door as it closes.

did he really mean anything?

childe:

somewhat similar to kaeya in that he doesn’t actually have kids himself but is a typically fatherly figure

also would be a sugar daddy

but doesn’t look for a traditional sugar baby, but rather one that keeps him on his toes and would spar with him

is still very much in shape despite his age (and excessive aging due to his delusion)

likes to pretend he’s still in his early 20s when he’s clearly not, taking on the same mannerisms as he did then

but it would end up as a relationship-esque thing since he doesn’t want to get attached but it’s an exclusive thing between you two (and he’s certainly already attached)

“babe, i want to spar,” childe calls out and his voice echos throughout the house. “i wanna try out the new gear i got you.”

his silent footsteps lead him right behind you. with his hands on your waist, he tucks his chin into the juncture between your neck and shoulder. he can feel the vibration as you talk, saying something like, ‘let me go, so i can change’

a boyish smile overtakes his face as he mumbles into your neck, “just change here, it’s nothing i haven’t seen.” childe can feel the heat that creeps up you neck as he starts to pepper kisses along your neck, occasionally stopping to suck for only a moment before moving on.

he can hear the whimpers you make despite your protests. “i think i’d like to spar in the bedroom this time, dear,” he whispers in your ear before lightly biting your earlobe. he makes his way towards the room, knowing you’re right behind him.

honorable mention to zhongli but he’s a ggggilf with possible more g’s since he’s like 7000 y/o

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realityescapee01 · 2 years ago

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Boyfriend Theo - Free Trial (part 3 of 3)

part 1 here | part 2 here

Steo | Stiles x Theo | lime | lemon | sm ut sm ut sm ut

Theo doesn't take rejection well. So he thought to just show Stiles.

Show Stiles how he is as a boyfriend. And hopefully, Stiles changes his mind.

He started acting like Stiles' boyfriend.

Stiles gets a trial of having Theo as a boyfriend.

Kira can't help but notice how Stiles was smiling. She sneaked behind Stiles while Theo was away into the football team locker room.

"Someone's happy!" Kira giddily said.

"Oh, uhm... we..." Stiles made a kissy gesture.

"Oh! When?" Kira then punched Stiles on his arm.

"Last Friday... Ouch!" Stiles grimaced. Kira kinda forgot about the supernatural strength bit for a second.

"Ohmy! I'm sorry, Stiles." Kira started rubbing Stiles' arm.

"It's okay, it's okay. I think it's better if you stop that now... Theo's a little bit of a jealous boyfriend, Kira."

"...Oh!" Kira immediately took her hands off of Stiles. "It's just so funny that you think about him this much now, Stiles. Before, you were all suspicious of him. Now, you lookout for how he might feel." Kira said with a dreamy giddy face.

"Well... I'm falling, Kira."

"So the free trial would be upgraded into a lifetime full subscription then?"

"... Yup. But don't tell him that."

Kira made a -promise, cross my heart- gesture to Stiles.

The two's conversation halted just in time for Theo to come and get Stiles.

"Hello, Kira."

"Theo." Kira just nodded.

"Let's go?" Theo took Stiles by the waist again.

"See you later, Kira!" Stiles bid goodbye for now.

"Stiles?" Theo called him.

Stiles looked back at Theo. Then Theo kissed him on the lips. Just a fast, peck of lips.

"Oh..."

Theo had this shitty wide grin on his face which Stiles came to love by now.

Stiles may have been held back a year because of the Wild Hunt, and he hated it. Highschool isn't exactly fun for him and Scott before, being seen as the "nerdy" kids.

But now, Stiles is enjoying it. Partying knowing that Theo's got his back. And then exams, not a problem because he has Theo as a tutor. The chimera is actually pretty smart. He gets everything.

Theo has a football practice that end of day, so Stiles stayed a bit and watched him. Theo was good but his teammates cannot keep up. Stiles is pissed at them but he can't blame them, the team was a new one, it just started this year. So, it was forgivable. Theo is actually like an assistant coach because he knows how to play it.

Stiles received a chat from his dad, saying he shouldn't wait for him because he will do a double shift today.

Stiles thought about telling his dad about him and Theo's situation. But he didn't know how. So he just replied that it's okay and he'd bring him dinner later.

Stiles didn't notice that Theo's practice was over and that the chimera is right in front of him, standing over him.

When he looked up from his phone, Theo grabbed his chin and made him look up to him and then Theo leaned down for a kiss.

"Why so deep in thoughts?" Theo sat beside him.

"Ah-mn, Theo, before we go to your house later, can we stop by and give dad some dinner?" Stiles said, trying to veer attention from his blushing cheeks.

It's his first time being kissed like that on the bleachers.

"Sure. Wait here, let me just clean up." Theo winked as he lifted his shirt, showing Stiles his abs.

His abs that Stiles loves running his hand over and over again whenever they cuddle. He loved the feeling of the muscles' bumps and humps.

"Y-Yeah. I'll be here." sir. daddy. ???. Stiles thought those last words.

They leave school and stopped by a diner. Stiles ordering a healthy meal for his dad. He hopped out of Theo's truck and jogged towards the sheriff department.

"Dad, here's your dinner." Stiles placed it neatly on the desk.

"I hope it's not salad only."

"I just want you healthy dad."

"I know that, but I'd love a burger every once in a while."

"There is one in there."

"Really?!?" The sheriff rummaged inside the paperbag and indeed saw a burger. "Oh! Thank God! Thank you, son."

"Also, dad. Uhm, I will be over at Theo's tonight." Stiles said, looking away from his dad and scratching the back of his neck.

"Theo? You've been with him quite a lot lately, Stiles."

"Uh-yeah. Yeah."

"Why?"

"Oh, uhm, we have an exam coming up. We're just having a group study."

"Group study... with Theo?" the sheriff nodded knowingly.

"Y-Yeah, for the exam, dad."

"For the exam." the sheriff repeated and kept nodding.

"Dad! Why are you nodding like that?!?" Stiles couldn't shake the scrutinizing and suspicious look.

"Why are you defensive?"

"I'm not defensive!" Stiles' voice hitched.

The sheriff raised an eyebrow and gave Stiles a look.

"It's... dad, we're just studying."

"Studying, okay."

"Dad! Stop that!"

"Look, Stiles, son. I just can't help but get suspicious and confused at the same time. You hated this guy and now you're completely inseparable. What is going on, son?"

"Dad... remember the time you saw me and Scott in... Sinema? You know, when I said we're clubbing and then you asked -in a gay club- and then you said -you're not gay- and then I said -I could be- remember that?" Stiles blurted out really fast.

"Yes, I do."

"Yeah... I still could be, dad. Anyways, Theo is waiting and we'll talk about this in detail some other time. So, bye bye!" Stiles ran out of the sheriff's office.

"Stiles? Stiles!" the sheriff called out to him but Stiles didn't look back.

Stiles got into Theo's truck and then they drove to Theo's house. Stiles has been there a few times so it was very familiar to him now. He has a corner in Theo's cabinet by now. Sets of clothes, underwears and a bath towel. Just like how Theo has his clothes and bath towel over at Stiles'. Brushes too.

They stayed in the living room for a while. Making homeworks and studying. Actually studying for the exam.

'See, dad? We are studying.' Stiles thought to himself.

'We are studying... we're not doing something... ah, Theo's hand looks so...' Stiles stared at Theo's hand. Theo's fingers. They looks so good.

'Wait! Do I have a thing for hands now?' Stiles started questioning himself again.

Praises. Sir. Daddy. And now, hands... Theo is bringing out some fetishes and kinks from him.

'Ugh! Fucking Theo!' Stiles thought as he felt Theo lean closer.

And kissed his cheek.

"T-Theo!" Stiles felt a tingle down his spine.

Theo just scoffed a bit and licked his cheek this time. Stiles leaned away from the sudden warm and wet feeling. Stiles was caught off guard.

Theo chased after him, after his lips and kissed him. Slowly turning to an open mouth kiss. And then Stiles was fighting for dominance with his tongue.

But of course, Theo took control of the kiss. Sliding his tongue deeper in. Playing and coaxing Stiles' tongue with his own.

It's not a new thing for Stiles by now, they had kissed a lot of times after the first one.

Chaste kisses. Open mouth kisses. French kisses. Theo is a great kisser.

It made Stiles crave more and more of Theo. Lips, tongue, his body...

There were a lot of times Stiles wanted to give in and try to get more. But he just never had the courage. And Theo didn't push him, telling him he didn't wanna make him uncomfortable.

But right now, Stiles felt that he wanted it. He really really wanted Theo.

Stiles moaned into their kiss and moved on to Theo's lap.

"Hmn, Theo... fuck." Stiles started grinding against Theo's lap.

"Oh, Stiles?" Theo took a good look at him.

"Theo! I'm tired of craving. I want do it." Stiles said, breathless and pupils blown.

"Are you... sure?" Theo asked a second time, albeit smelling Stiles' full blown horny, aroused, lustful chemo signal.

"Yes! This is included in the trial, right?" Stiles whined.

"The what, Stiles?" Theo wanted him to say it.

"The... you know!" Stiles was blushing really hard.

"I want you to say it. For verbal confirmation."

"Theo!... fuck... okay, uhm... S-Sex. Sex is included in the trial, is it?"

"Yeah. I wanna give you a full experience before the decision."

"Y-Yeah... so... Theo, please... fuck me."

"...Hmn!!! You have no idea how hard I was holding back!" Theo slapped Stiles' butt and smashed their lips together into a hungrier kiss.

Completely taking Stiles into a storm of lips, tongue, groping and hip grinding. Theo made him wrap his legs around his waist and carried him up to the bedroom.

On the stairs, Theo pushed Stiles against the wall and kissed and sucked on his neck.

"Hnn, I wanna fuck you right there and then back at the sofa, but you deserve a bed, Stiles."

"I kinda have a thing about getting shoved against walls."

Theo laughed "I kinda noticed." Theo unzipped Stiles' pants and let Stiles' hard cock spring out, a little bit of precum leaking out of the tip.

"Theo, please." Stiles gripped Theo's shirt.

Theo just smiled with a growl rambling from his chest. His wolf and coyote pushing him to go bring Stiles to bed and finally take him.

Theo gave in, took Stiles away from the wall and continued up the stairs then into the bedroom.

He set Stiles up against the door as he closed it. Stiles grunted a bit. Theo looked at Stiles' erection and licked his lips.

"I'm gonna suck you for a bit, okay? Don't cum yet." Theo winked.

"Wh-How?" Stiles was still being carried by Theo.

His arms around Theo's neck, his legs around Theo's hips.

"Just like this, Stiles. Carrying you. On my shoulders."

Theo then lifted Stiles higher, almost up to the ceiling.

"Holy shi-" Stiles gasped as he got hoisted higher. He's now propped up on Theo's shoulders. Hands holding into Theo's hair.

His legs sitting on Theo's shoulder, his hard cock perfectly in line with Theo's mouth now.

"Ohmygod!" Stiles exclaimed as he felt Theo's tongue lick his tip. He then followed it up with moans.

"Tastes good, Stiles." Theo praised him.

And then put Stiles into his mouth again. Stiles moaned louder and gripped Theo's hair tighter as Theo took him in deeper down his mouth.

"Ohshi-Theo!"

Theo kept bobbing his mouth up and down Stiles' cock.

"Theo!!! I cannot not cum!" Stiles warned with a tug on Theo's hair.

"Alright, you can cum, Stiles." Theo said before sucking him again.

Given permission, Stiles shot his load in Theo's mouth, trying real hard with the situation.

It ain't easy cumming if you're way up against the wall, riding on your wolf's shoulders.

'My wolf.' Stiles smiled to himself.

Theo let Stiles down gently back to their previous position.

"You were amazing, Stiles." Theo praised him.

Stiles perked up a bit on that. Theo smiled and then whispered...

"Now, for the main part..." Theo carried Stiles to his king sized bed.

Theo dropped him on it and started undressing himself. Giving Stiles a show.

Which Stiles greatly appreciated and watched intensely.

Theo smiled and took his clothes off slowy. Making Stiles gulp a lot of times every time a piece of clothing gets taken off.

Jacket. Shirt. Belt. Pants. Boxers.

Stiles let out a very appreciative hum when Theo stood there in all his naked glory.

Hard cock included.

"Hot damn!" Stiles said out loud.

Theo laughed a little and stalked closer to Stiles on bed. And then he glowed his eyes at Stiles.

'Oh shit! I'm gonna get devoured.' Stiles shook a bit when Theo grabbed his ankle.

"Relax, Stiles. I'll be gentle... as much as I can." Theo said as he ripped Stiles' pants off.

"Holy shit! 'Gentle' my ass!!!" Stiles argued.

Theo just laughed and ignored him. He then proceeded to rip Stiles' briefs off. And then the shirt.

"I loved that shirt!"

"Do you wanna get fucked or what?" Theo teased.

"I do. Yes, sir." Stiles behaved.

Theo laughed on his ear. Growling, he started at Stiles.

Kissing and sucking on his lips. On his tongue. Nipping on his earlobe and neck. While his hands slid on every part of Stiles' body.

Come to think of it, this is the first time he sees Stiles' completely naked, ready for the taking.

Theo looked back at Stiles naked on his bed. Horny and hot and anticipating him.

"Theo..." Stiles softly called his name.

Stiles' milky white skin now dusted a little pink from blushing. His nipples the same as the color of his lips, light pink, and taut too.

Torso slim and skin smooth, also littered with moles. Theo traced a line from mole to mole. Stopping on Stiles' happy trail.

Stiles moaned at that. It was so sensual, so high for him. He felt his already leaking cock bob and ooze out some more.

Stiles groaned and cursed. His hips bucked uncontrollably. Erection desperately wanting attention.

"Theo, please!" Stiles squirmed.

"Shh, I'll take my time. I've wanted you for so long, Stiles. So long." Theo licked his lips.

Stiles felt so vulnerable, so exposed to Theo right now. He's there, all naked and aroused, and making silly noises of moans and grunts and panting.

Theo slowly trailed his fingertips towards Stiles' cock. Which oozed out more precum. It looked so hard again even after cumming in his mouth a while ago.

The tip looking so pink. Theo traced the length up to the tip and down to the base with his fingertips. And up again to the tip, dipping his thumb a little into the slit.

"Fu-ahhh-ck!" Stiles covered his face with a pillow.

"Stiles, what are you doing? Take that pillow away. I wanna see your flustered face."

Stiles muffled a 'no' under the pillow.

"Come on, I want you to watch me." Theo said in a low, raspy, morning voice.

Which Stiles found to be so hot. He swore he could cum again just by all these, Theo's fingertips and voice alone.

"Stiles." Theo called again, then Stiles removed the pillow from his face and looked down at Theo.

"W-What-ohmygod!"

Theo started rubbing both of their cocks against each other. Stiles loved how it felt. His cock rubbing against Theo's cock.

Since he came in Theo's mouth a while ago, and he was leaking precum nonstop, it felt nicer because they're all slippery enough. The rubs and strokes went smoothly.

Stiles kept cursing and moaning. He's seriously doubting if he can survive this. Theo's gonna be the death of him.

And he isn't fucking him yet.

"Stiles, cum for me."

"Theo, holy fu-ahh!!" and Stiles did as he was told. He cummed, for the 2nd time.

Theo letting it drip all over his cock. When Stiles was done, Theo was all slicked up. Coating up some of his fingers.

"I'm coming in, Stiles."

Stiles was all sweaty and breathless and was covering his face with his forearm.

"I hope you're not tired yet." Theo said as he started lifting and turning Stiles' over on his belly.

Theo rubbed up against Stiles. Moaning at his ear. Theo hummed and slapped Stiles' butt and squeezed it. Stiles replied with a groan.

Theo then raised Stiles butt up, making him go propped on his knees and elbows.

He slowly traced a slick finger around the ring into Stiles.

Stiles shuddered from this new sensation. He's never done it before. Theo's gonna be the first one.

Theo made sure his fingers are slick and pushing in slowly. Slowly stretching Stiles. He doesn't want this to hurt too much.

2 fingers in, Theo observed how Stiles was taking it. Soft groans and a very faint hip buck.

That was a good sign. Theo then slowly took his fingers out and replaced it with his cock.

Slowly pushing past the ring of now loosened muscles.

Stiles moaned loud and gripped the sheets. He buried his face on the pillow that smelled so much like Theo. So good. Adding to the sensation.

Theo kept pushing in until he's all in. Theo could see Stiles feels a little stinging so he stilled his movements and let Stiles adjust to his size.

Theo leaned on him and kissed his neck, his back, kissing and sucking; leaving love bites everywhere.

When he heard Stiles moan and felt Stiles' hip push back against him, Theo began to move. He gradually moved in and out of Stiles. Loving every second of it.

Every second Stiles gripping every inch of him. Warm and wet and tight.

Theo kept saying how good it feels to Stiles ear. And Stiles agreed with him, Theo also felt so good.

Theo's thrusts became faster and harder, hitting Stiles prostate hard. Stiles was slowly going crazy from the pleasure. He couldn't even say a complete sentence, or a phrase. He could just moan and say Theo's name. And keep himself butt up through Theo's thrusts that are stronger and harder now. Almost knocking him forward every pump in.

Stiles was so drowned in pleasure that he didn't notice he cummed for the 3rd time. Spilling everything on to the sheets.

"Stiles... I'm so close." Theo warned.

"Y-Yeah!" Stiles

"Do you know what happens?"

"K-Knot."

"Yeah..." Theo pushed deep and slumped back down to Stiles.

Sending Stiles down to bed to lie on his belly. Theo, without pulling out, turned them over.

He now lies on his back on the bed. And Stiles lying back down on top of him.

"Holy fuck!" Stiles gripped the bedsheet.

"I'm cumming, Stiles." Theo warned.

Stiles felt Theo shoot and slowly swell. Stiles kept moaning and cursing. Theo kept whispering to him to stay still as possible so it won't hurt that much.

"You're so good, Stiles. So good. Stay still. You're doing great." Theo kept assuring Stiles.

Hugging him through it. Kissing and sucking on Stiles' earlobe.

Stiles was reaching back to Theo, holding onto whatever he can. Landing on Theo's thighs. And the heels of his feet, he planted and dug into the mattress to stay still.

"Theo... Theo... Theo..." Stiles kept chanting Theo's name while just taking in all the sensations he's feeling.

There's this pleasure and pain mix and it's driving his body to overload.

Theo sucked on a spot on his neck and stayed there the whole time the knot is on.

Only letting go when the knot subsided.

"Stiles?"

"Yeah?"

Theo turned them to their sides. "That was amazing."

"You're amazing." Stiles was in some kind of trance high.

"Only the best for you. All the time." Theo said in a low voice. That sexy voice Stiles swoons over.

"E-Every time?"

"Yeah, every sex we'll ever have."

"I'll dry out... ohmygod."

Theo chuckled and hugged Stiles to sleep.

And that was the first time they had sex in Theo's bed. And they did again some more times.

In Stiles' bed. In Theo's truck. In the woods. In the fucking woods near the lake.

Stiles was chuckling and moaning as he got railed against the big tree.

"What's funny, Stiles?" Theo was pumping him.

"Uh, just-I never thought I'd fuck in the woods-hn."

"Oh, I have more for you."

And Theo did. Fucking Stiles in places Stiles fantasize about and placed he never imagined doing it.

They've done it the bathroom, in the tub, in the shower against the wall. In the kitchen, counter, and table. In the living room, on the couch, on the carpet, on the coffee table -breaking the one in Theo's house.

In this hidden clearing Theo made in the woods. On Stiles' study desk. In the football locker room after a game.

And every time, Stiles fell deeper and deeper.

Theo just pulls all the right strings. Pushes all the right buttons. Does all the right things. Things Stiles needs.

Stiles reached a decision.

When the 3 months free trial was up, Theo asked Stiles again.

"So, Stiles, are you gonna continue your subscription or are you cancelling it?"

"Well... I'm continuing it, boyfriend."

"Tell me, Stiles. What was it? My pure intentions? My good behavior? My treatment of you? Or my impeccable love making?"

"You know, I could still break up with you, right?"

"You won't."

Stiles giggled. "By the way, I also came up with my term of endearment for you."

"Okay. Let me hear it."

"You wouldn't understand."

"Try me."

"Mój kochany wilk." Stiles said something in Polish.

"Stiles..." Theo reached for his waist.

Theo was so glad because Stiles' chosen term matches with his.

"Now tell me, what's your term for me?"

"Mój księżyc."

Stiles' eyes widened. Theo just called him something in Polish back.

"You know Polish?"

"Of course, I'm not gonna be substandard for you, Stiles."

"Pocałuj mnie." Stiles requested.

Theo smiled and went in for a kiss.

-+-+-+ ( complete ) +-+-+-

disclaimer: I am not an expert in Polish language, phrases were googled and translated only.

Mój kochany wilk = my darling wolf

Mój księżyc = my moon

Pocałuj mnie = kiss me

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randomshyperson · 4 years ago

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Wanda x Reader - You’re the only exception

Gif is not mine.

Prompt from anon: “Childhood best friends, and reader is basically a fuckgirl who’s only soft for her childhood best friend wanda, they’re constantly teasing and flirting with each other but they never take each other seriously and then something happens and reader gets jealous and realizes she’s fallen for wanda and then she tries to go for it but wanda doesn’t take her seriously bcs she’s a fuckgirl and a player. “

Words: 4.964k ////// Read on AO3

Warnings: Language, mentions of smut, but its mainly fluffy

You wake up with an arm around your waist. Squinting slightly, you look around the room. You think you are in a warehouse, probably the one near Avenue Two, a few meters from the bar where you were last night. You don't know who the girl next to you is, but she is pretty. You didn't ask her her name when you danced with her, and she didn't ask yours when she dragged you here.

You remove your arm from around your waist and stand up, looking for your clothes. Judging by the brightness entering the room, it is morning. And you groan slightly, thinking that your parents are going to kill you.

Your suspicions are confirmed when you put on your pants and reach for your cell phone. The screen is glowing with several missed calls and voice mails. You roll your eyes impatiently at your parents' controlling mania.

- Were you going to sneak out? - said a female voice startling you slightly. The girl you were lying with woke up, and was sitting up in bed, her tone slightly ironic.

- No, I was going to leave a note. - You lie with a smile. And then you make your best sad expression. - I really have to go.

- My friends told me you were a player, I should have known you'd do that. - She replies without really looking upset.

You let out a dry laugh, finishing buttoning up your shirt and putting on your sneakers. She waves her hand and smiles as you leave the room.

//-//

You definitely need a cup of coffee. So when you leave the unknown girl's apartment, you look for a coffee shop. Entering the place, you sit at the counter, unlocking your cell phone to read your pending messages.

- What can I get you? - Someone asks and you raise your eyes, blinking slightly as you notice the attendant. You smile at her as she says.

- Your number.

She looks surprised, but smiles shyly, and then you tell her your actual order.

When she brings you your pancakes and a coffee, a piece of paper with her number on it is on your plate.

You eat while checking your cell phone, and from your instagram feed you find out that yesterday's party was amazing, and that your best friends had moved the celebration to a parking lot when the police asked them to turn down the music in the house. Yesterday had been Steve Rogers' birthday, but you couldn't make it because you went to a rock concert at a bar, and you actually had plans to join the party, but got involved with a girl and never showed up. You hoped Steve wouldn't mind.

Finishing your coffee, you smiled at the paper with the waitress's number on it before putting it in your pocket, and leaving the place, you probably weren't going to call.

//-//

Your mother is furious when you come home. She screams, and accuses. And you roll your eyes, drop your keys on the counter, and slam your bedroom door as you enter. You shower, and change into more comfortable clothes, and then escape through your bedroom window.

Within two minutes you are at the house of your neighbor and best friend, Wanda Maximoff. You climb up the wall ledge into her room, and tap on the window to get her to let you in.

- Hey, Romeo. - She mocks your position as she opens the window, you laugh lightly as you enter the room.

Wanda sits back in the chair at her study table while you throw yourself on her bed.

- Where were you last night? Steve asked about you at the party. - She says, glancing quickly at you before returning to writing in her notebooks.

- Wanda, darling, I love Steve. - You say. - But between him and a hot girl, which one do you think I'll choose?

Wanda laughs, making a wry expression.

- I should know.

- Is that jealousy? - You scoff slightly, making her laugh again.

- You wish.

And then there was a knock on the door, and Pietro, Wanda's twin brother, entered the room.

- Wanda I need to... Oh hello. - The boy smiled at you charmingly, and you just raised your middle finger at him, making him laugh.

- What's wrong Pietro? - Wanda asked.

- I need you to give me a ride. - He says. - Daddy won't let me drive because of detention.

You giggled lightly, remembering that Pietro was grounded for fighting at school, and almost got suspended. You know because you spent a lot of time with the twins. Wanda lets out an impatient sigh.

- Where to?

- I have practice today. - He says shrugging, and Wanda frowns.

- It's Sunday. - She replies suspiciously.

- Oh, Wanda, come on. Please. - He asks, and Wanda rolls her eyes.

- You'll owe me.

She says as she gets up and Pietro leaves the room excited.

- Are you going with us? - she asks you, but you lazily deny it.

- Thanks, but I'm going to get some sleep.

- Make yourself comfortable, just close the window when you leave. - She tells you, and then leaves the room.

You decided to sleep in your own bed, the smell of Wanda's shampoo on the pillows was distracting you for some reason.

//-//

Mondays were horrible. You dragged your feet toward the school entrance, wishing you could go back to bed. Your first period was history, and you were already sleepy with anticipation.

You barely stepped onto the school grounds when Tony Stark threw his arm around your shoulders, greeting you.

- You are completely crazy! - he remarked with amusement. You blinked in confusion, and he laughed. - I told you that girl was taken.

You really weren't following the story. You reached your lockers, and Tony let go of you just as Steve and Pietro reached you.

- What girl are we talking about, anyway? - you asked as you searched for your books.

- Romanoff, smartass! - Tony replied leaning on the locker beside him. - Someone saw you go down on her in the outdoor patios, and everyone is talking about it. - He tells you, and you giggle.

- And this is a problem because why exactly? - you replied with irony.

Tony laughed incredulously. Steve and Pietro listened to the story with amused expressions on their faces.

- I don't know, actually. - He says. - But I don't think her boyfriend will be happy to find out.

- That's really not my problem. - You reply with mock amusement. And then you finish taking your books and close the locker, turning to Pietro. - Where is Wanda, anyway? When I left home, you guys weren't outside.

Pietro chuckles.

- You were late. - he retorted. - We went ahead, and Wanda is probably talking to the coach.

The bell rings and you grumble, saying goodbye to your friends, since you don't share the same history class. You have been used to going to school with Wanda every day since the first grade, and you don't understand why you missed that brief moment so much this morning. You imagine that it is just the usual.

//-//

You only meet Wanda in the third period of the day. She is distracted, and you are curious.

You walk over to her desk, and she is smiling at her cell phone screen.

- What's with that smile? - You tease, and she immediately blocks the phone, putting it on the table, and making you look at her suspiciously.

- I don't know what you are talking about. - She replies in a tone of embarrassment and mockery.

- My God, you're sending nudes, aren't you? - You exclaim in shock, and Wanda blushes slightly as she laughs, and you sit down beside her.

- You're the worst. - She retorts, looking forward.

- But I'm hot.

You tease, and Wanda rolls her eyes laughing again. You don't talk anymore because the chemistry teacher walks in next, and he hates talking in his class.

//-//

You are bored while listening to the health presentations from last term. You were the first to present, accompanied by Tony and Pietro, because you really wanted to finish this work soon, and now you were leaning over your desk, trying to stay awake while the other students were talking.

Tony patted you on the shoulder to get your attention, and motioned to your left side. You frowned, and then looked up to where he was talking.

It took you a moment to realize that at the two tables after yours was a student with her hand down the pants of the student next to her. You held back a laugh, looking away immediately.

- No fucking way. - You commented to Tony, laughing softly.

The professor asked you to be silent next, but you and Tony lowered your voices as much as possible to continue whispering.

- That's Valkyrie and Thor. - He tells you. - They hang out with the bikers kids.

- They'll be expelled, that's for sure. - You reply with irony.

But then the teacher says he will lower the grade of whoever is speaking and you sigh impatiently as you decide to be quiet.

//-//

Wanda is hiding something from you. And she has disguised it very well, because none of your friends have noticed her strange behavior. But you do notice. You notice her distraction, the way she is even longer on her cell phone, or how she has been sneaking out between cheer practice and class, and when you ask, she just says that she was studying in a quieter place.

But it is Friday, game night, and you will have to find out what this is some other time. You put on the helmet of your uniform and walk onto the field, listening to the excited shouts of the crowd. American football games were very crowded, even if they were not the playoffs.

Tony and Steve greet you with a pat on the shoulder as you join the circle of your teammates along with the coach.

- Are you ready, tigers? - she shouts to you after reviewing the moves one last time.

- Yes, coach! - You and the team shout in unison, and move into position.

When you score the winning touchdown, the team lifts you up in the air as the crowd screams and celebrates. And you are laughing and raising your arms, and your gaze falls to the cheering area, looking for Wanda. And then your stomach drops when you see her, wrapped in a kiss with a boy you don't know.

And you don't understand the feeling that settles in your stomach, so you kiss the first girl who smiles at you, hoping that the feeling will go away. And it doesn't.

//-//

Everyone is saying that Wanda Maximoff kissed a boy at the game on Friday, when you arrive at school on Monday. You didn't come to school with the Maximoffs again, nor did you talk to Wanda all weekend.

You eventually find out that the boy is called Vision, or Vis, and is probably going to become the next millionaire in the country with a genius invention. He is part of the science club, and the debate club, and you have never met him. And then you are putting your books away quite hard on your locker, and Steve looks at you curiously.

- What did the locker do to you? - He teases.

- Bite me.

Your harsh answer makes Steve laugh, and he doesn't press. And then you're walking toward biology class, and the same girl from the game stops you in the hallway. You think her name is Pepper.

- Hey, can I talk to you? - she asks with mischief in her eyes. You knew that a conversation was not what she wanted. And you took one last glance into the room, catching a quick glimpse of Wanda smiling at the phone screen, before nodding in agreement, letting the girl drag you into the nearest bathroom.

//-//

You don't return until second period, and you wait for the teacher to go to the bathroom before sneaking into the room, and throwing yourself into the chair next to Wanda.

- Shit, you scared me! - She remarks when you suddenly arrive. You laugh lightly, throwing the bag on the desk. And then Wanda looks at you with a mixture of mockery and incredulity. - I was going to ask where you were, but I think I have my answer.

You look at her confused, and then she turns to her backpack and pulls out a small mirror, handing it to you. You giggle when you see your reflection, lipstick marks across your collarbone and cheeks, and your lips slightly swollen. A few open buttons in your shirt too.

You try to fix your appearance quickly, and return Wanda's mirror when you are finished, but she doesn't even look at you.

And then the professor is back, and Wanda is distant, and you ignore the discomfort in your stomach.

//-//

You know that you need to talk to Wanda. You don't understand why she is distant, and why she won't talk about her new relationship. And then you are at her window, shortly after she has come home. She frowns in surprise to see you, but she opens the window and makes room for you to come in.

- Is everything all right? - she asks, sitting down on the bed. You hesitate, standing in the window space.

- Is something happening, Wanda? - you ask. - You are hiding things from me. Have I done anything wrong?

Wanda looks away quickly, moving her hands nervously. And you run your hands through your hair.

- I'm sorry. - She says looking at the floor. - I... I didn't know how to tell you.

- You can tell me anything. - You assured, coming over and sitting next to her on the bed, while entwining your hand in hers.

Wanda smiled, looking up at you.

- I met someone. - She tells you, and you keep your face impassive, ignoring the uneasy feeling growing in your stomach. - And it's recent and all... but it' s good. Vis is sweet, and kind. And I think I'm falling in love with him.

You nod, forcing a smile out.

- That's amazing, Wanda! - You hear yourself say it, as if it were true.

And then Wanda hugs you, apologizing for not telling you sooner, and you say it's okay. And when you lie on her bed, and go to watch a TV show, you want to cry. You know what has been bothering you all week. The realization hits you fast and makes your heart soar. You are in love with her.

//-//

Things are going relatively well. It's been two weeks since you realized the real nature of your feelings, and you've been ignoring them just fine. And you've accepted every invitation to parties, dates, and even any walk to think about anything other than Wanda. And even the people who know you are amazed at how many girls you've seen in the last few days.

At this very moment, for example, there was a girl you met in French class giving you oral sex against the gym bleachers. You were trying to concentrate on the feeling, but every time you closed your eyes you kept seeing Wanda. And you didn't want to think about her.

And then the bell rang, and that was the perfect excuse to leave.

//-//

You are very drunk. You think you should have stopped drinking at least ten drinks ago, but you're pouring another one in your mouth.

And then Steve takes you home, because you are in no condition to be left at a party. And you swear to him that you are fine, and that you are going to bed.

And then you head toward the backyard of Wanda's house as Steve leaves.

There's no way you can get up to Wanda's room without falling off the roof, and your brilliant idea is to throw pebbles at her window. But then it is Pietro who sticks his head out of the window, and he laughs when he sees your state, and you frown.

- You crazy fool, that' s the wrong window! - he tells you in a low tone, trying to avoid waking up his parents.

- Call Wanda for me! - You ask in the same tone, he laughs shaking his head before going back inside, closing the window.

You start to look around for more pebbles, but then Wanda comes out the back doors, wrapped in a silk robe and looking at you in annoyance.

- What happened to you? - she asks as soon as she reaches you. You are smiling at her because she looks so pretty. - I called you a million times.

- God, you are beautiful.

Wanda blinks in confusion, frowning.

- You're not even listening to me. - She retorts angrily, but keeps her voice down to keep it down. - How much did you drink?

- I don't know, Mom. - You mock trying to keep your balance. The surroundings were spinning a bit.

- You are unbelievable. - she grumbled angrily. - What do you want anyway?

And then you're laughing, at what you don't know. And then you walk over to Wanda and hug her, but she doesn't respond. You rest your neck on her shoulders, while whispering in her ear:

- Don't tell Wanda, but I am in love with her.

And then Wanda pushes you away and takes two steps back, an expression of pure shock on her face. You stumble backwards and start to laugh, trying not to fall on the floor.

- What did you say? - she asks incredulously.

- Shush. It's a secret. - You say. - Don't tell anyone.

- You're joking. - She says, and you feel your head hurt. - You're lying.

Your drunken brain has one minute of lucidity when you understand what you have just done.

- I am not lying. - You tell her with a smile. - I am in love with you.

Wanda denies it with her head, you don't understand why her eyes are filled with tears.

- You're drunk. - She retorts. - And you're being mean. I want you to leave.

You sigh, and stumble to your feet as you turn around, walking in the opposite direction of the yard. You're not thinking clearly, but you think you don't like this conversation.

//-//

When you wake up, your head aches a lot. So does your body, and then you realize that you have slept on the living room carpet.

- Wow, that is sad. - Your younger sister comments when she comes downstairs to find you on the floor. - I would get up before Mom and Dad saw you like that.

- My sweet God in heaven! - Your mother screams after seeing you lying on the floor. You hear your sister giggle and say "too late". And then your mother is running to you and helping you up. But then she smells your clothes and makes an incredulous expression. - Did you really pass out drunk in my living room?

You are covering your face with your hands in an attempt to lessen your migraine, while your mother starts screaming that you are completely irresponsible, and that you were grounded for the rest of your life, but you're not really paying attention.

You want to understand why your last memory of the night is the image of Wanda's crying face.

- And don't think that you are going to miss school today! - You hear your mother screaming while you are in the kitchen. Your sister listens to the fight with a smile on her lips as she eats cereal. - Get upstairs right now and take a shower! I'm taking you to school today! If you have the audacity to drink so much, you will bear the consequences...

The voice grew more distant as you went up to your room. You looked in the bathroom for an aspirin before stepping into the shower.

//-//

Bruce Banner really wasn't happy when he found out that you had slept with his girlfriend. He approached you as soon as you entered the school, and you had too much of a headache to deal with it now.

- Look, here buddy, it's not my fault that you can't satisfy your girl. - You sneer angrily, and then Bruce advances on you, punching the locker behind you. But then Steve appears and pushes him away.

- Get out of here now, Banner. - He warns with an irritated posture. Bruce hesitates.

- Let's see how you like it when she sleeps with your girlfriend. - He retorts angrily before leaving.

Steve changes his posture completely when he turns to you, and his eyes are tender.

- Everything okay there, Y/N? - He asks and you nod absentmindedly, you really weren't paying attention to Bruce, you wanted to talk to Wanda. - I guess Tony was right. - Steve comments in a wry tone as you walk down the hall together, many looks at you impressed by the confusion. - Banner really wasn't happy.

- I don't give a fucking shit. - You retort with irony. - Have you seen Wanda anywhere?

The boy shrugs his shoulders in denial, and you let out an impatient sigh. You two have English now, and you're going to try to concentrate in class for a while.

//-//

You finally find Wanda, but you have no chance to talk to her now. She is giving a speech in the school gym. The principal has asked her to present the bullying prevention project, and as the class speaker, she has been selected to open the presentation. This would certainly bring good points for the college.

The presentation took about forty minutes, and even though your gaze was glued on Wanda, she didn't look at you once.

And then when the presentation was over, all the students were sent back to their classrooms, and you had to wait in hiding until only Wanda and the three audio-visual students were left in the gym.

You walked over to them, and Wanda's eyes widened when she saw you, but she looked away quickly, hurrying to collect the papers that were probably the draft of her speech.

- Can we talk? - You said, and the audiovisual team present looked at you in surprise, but your attention was locked on Wanda.

- I'm busy. - She replied, finishing picking up the papers and holding them tight against her chest.

- Why don't you tell me what's wrong?

Wanda looked away, but then one of the girls from the audiovisual team approached you with a smile.

- Hey, sorry to intrude. - She said in a mischievous tone of voice, and you blinked in surprise because you weren't even remembering the existence of the other people in the room. - When you're done talking to her, can we do something together?

You frowned, and before you could say no, Wanda let out an impatient sigh, and stormed out of the gym, bumping into you while mumbling "have fun". You were in shock for a few seconds, but by the time you ran after her, you had already lost sight of her.

//-//

Pietro was angry with you. But no one seemed willing to tell you what was going on. You were in the cafeteria, eating lunch at the same circular table as Tony, Steve and Pietro, and the Maximoff twin was treating you harshly.

- What's the matter, Pietro? - you asked mildly irritated when he gave you another judgmental look. But then he looked surprised.

- I don't really know.

You frowned.

- Excuse me?

Pietro let out a sigh and put the can of soda he was holding on the table.

- I don't know what you did. - He tells. - All I know is that Wanda is upset. And then so am I.

You raised your fingers to press them between your eyebrows, feeling a headache forming.

- I swear to God. - You complain. - I don't know what I did! She won't tell me!

- Damn it, don't look at me. I didn't even knew you two had fights! - He grumbles awkwardly. - When was the last time you were even angry with Wanda?

You laughed, tucking your hair back.

- Today I think. - You joked. - I don't really know, I never liked to fight with her.

- Then you must have really fucked up. - He remarks, and you let out a grumble, putting your arms on the table and sinking your head into them. - Maybe it has something to do with you coming over to the house drunk.

You raise your head quickly in surprise.

- What did you say?

Pietro blinks at you in confusion and lets out a short laugh.

- Girl, you showed up in our backyard, completely drunk at two o'clock in the morning. - Pietro tells. - You even went for the wrong window.

You let out a surprised exclamation.

- You're shitting me!

Pietro laughed and denied it with his head.

- I don't know what you talked about, but when Wanda came back inside she was crying. - he says seriously. - She wouldn't tell me what it was, and I think that if I hadn't gotten up to get some water, she wouldn't have told me.

You let out a grumble and shoved your hands to your face, trying to remember. Too many flashbacks from last night came into your head. The party, the dancing, you in a triple kiss with Thor and Valkyrie, and a lot of drinking. And then you remembered the smell of Wanda's shampoo, and finally you knew.

You stood up abruptly from your chair, and Pietro looked at you in surprise, Tony and Steve who were talking next to you also looked at you and Steve asked if everything was okay, but you just nodded in shock at them and ran out of the cafeteria.

You needed to find Wanda, and clear everything up. She was too important to lose.

//-//

You look all over the school for her, and even after the bell rings, you don't go to class. You end up outside, on the soccer field.

And then you see her, sitting on the bleachers, looking straight ahead.

You smile, because she is in the same place where you met as children. As you walk up to her you remember:

“You were in the first grade, and you were playing hide and seek with the other kids at break time. And when you tried to sneak into the bleachers of the soccer field, you bumped into someone.

- I'm sorry. - you said, and looked at the girl in front of you. She frowned and looked down at her hands. You followed her eyes to notice the small kitten in her hands. - Wow, you brought your cat to school?

- I found him. - She answered, stroking the animal. - He was crying.

You moved closer to pet him too, and smiled when he began to purr.

- Maybe he's cold. - You said. - Where is his mother?

The girl shrugged.

- Do you want to help me find her? - She asked, and you smiled.

- Of course. - You agreed, offering to carry the animal, and the girl accepted. - My name is Y/N by the way. What is your name?

- Wanda.

You walked side by side out of the bleachers.”

You sat down next to Wanda, but she kept looking straight ahead. You bit the inside of her cheek, trying to think of exactly what to say.

- I guess I have to apologize to you. - You said, and Wanda let out a dry laugh.

- is that so?

- But I'm not sorry for anything.

Wanda blinks in confusion, and looks at you with a frown. You look at her seriously.

- I will not apologize for my feelings.

- I'm not going to do that. - She declares, getting up, and walking off the bleachers onto the field, you follow her.

- You're going to keep running then? - You shout. - I love you! I love you!

- Stop saying that! - She shouts back as she turns around. You notice the tears in her eyes. - Stop it!

You take a deep breath, and try to calm the nervousness that is coursing all over your body.

- Why is this so bad? - You ask almost hurt, and Wanda lets out a wry laugh.

- Because I know you! - she replies, holding back her tears. - I know you don't date anyone! You go out, and you have fun, and then you leave! And I can't do that! - she finally lets the tears flow. - Not when I've been in love with you all my life.

Wanda lets out a shaky sigh at the confession and you lose your breath.

- W-what...

- I can't do this. - She says turning to leave, you rush to run and get in front of her, and she takes two steps backwards nervously.

- Please listen to me. - You asked with desperation in your voice. - I love you. I do, please, Wanda.

Wanda shakes her head, covering her ears with her hands and closing her eyes. You sigh, and wipe your own eyes. You take a deep breath, and walk over to her, tenderly touching her wrists to pull her hands away from her ears. At first she is startled by your touch, but she allows it, but doesn't look at you. You swallow dryly.

- Wanda, I've always been in love with you. - You confess, and she looks up in confusion. - From the first moment I saw you, I loved you.

- You...

- I never thought I had a chance with someone as amazing as you. - You tell her with a sad smile. - And then I found ways to distract myself from it. I'm sorry for hurting you. I never meant for that to happen.

Wanda lets out a sigh, and buries her head in your neck as she hugs you.

- Please don't hurt me. - She whispers against your skin. You press her against you.

- I promise.

You hold each other for long minutes, and then Wanda smiles against your neck.

- Kiss me. - She asks softly, making your whole body shiver in anticipation. You smile as you pull away only to bring your faces together. Your lips meet in a quiet, soft kiss, and you both smile.

You think you finally understand all the romantic songs in the world.

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green scrunchies

pairing: dom!k. ukai x sub!fem!reader

genre: smut, 18+ minors dni

word count: 4.1k

warnings: swearing, spanking, smoking, daddy kink, dom/ sub dynamics, brat taming, subspace, dirty talk, degradation, age gap(reader is 22ish and ukai is 26ish) spitting, fingering, oral (fem receiving), edging, orgasm denial, dacryphilia, a little dumification, public nudity (kinda), unprotected sex, tattoos (there’s a tattoo in a really unholy place), this is just filth okay

a/n: i have been sitting on the bulk of this piece for a fucking month and am honestly so surprised i finished it. this was inspired by a picture i saw of a really naughty tattoo and my mind want crazy and vomited on to a google doc.

hymn: nothing’s gonna hurt you baby by cigarettes after sex

“but today isn’t a day of honey-sweet ministrations.”

Ukai Keishin is a gentle man. The team of highschoolers he coaches, his friends, hell, even his mother would beg to differ. But they were not privy to the Keishin you know. The man that serenades you with Elvis Presley while cleaning up after closing the store, grabbing your waist and pulling you into a clumsy slow dance as his gravelly voice croons into your ear.

He’s entrancing. Hypnotizing you, almost two years ago now, in the most tender pursuit possible, so softly you were unaware of falling deeply in love with him until you had already tipped completely over. Turning to an ink pen and scraps of receipt paper to flesh out the feelings he worried would not sound perfect when they hit your ears. To this day, you’re not entirely sure if he meant to leave the pages to his extemporaneous romance novel for you to find on purpose, but you have your suspicions.

You were in your second year of college when you met Keishin, only 20 years old at the time and clueless to any world outside of studying frantically from one exam to the next. Chasing after a degree you could pursue your dreams with and getting tattoos that would piss your parents off, you crashed into him, literally.

While walking to class with practiced steps and flipping through a small stack of notecards, you frantically try to accomplish last minute cramming and making it to class promptly at the same time. With one final attempt to understand the scribbles in front of you, you take a sharp turn into a brick wall. A flurry of white papers thrown into the air and falling back down like snow.

It happened in a minute, a minute that held sixty of the longest seconds to ever pass; from the moment you smack your nose into his cemented chest to the moment he saves your head from kissing the ground below. “You need to watch where you’re going, kid.” He says with a cigarette pressed between his teeth. It all happened in that single minute, your soul escaping and crawling into his jacket pocket without even realizing. It’s been there ever since, for safekeeping, of course.

He’s perfect in every way. But just as he is soft and loving, Ukai is not one to take shit. Especially when his sweet, shy baby girl is being a raging brat. It’s like any normal fall afternoon, slightly chilly and crisp on your walk from class. The air is biting at your skin, but the temperature is not what sends a piercing shiver down your spine. You know that as soon as you get home, Ukai Keishin is going to ruin you.

“What are you doing here, princess?” Your presence is made known with a soft ding from the bell above the door, but Ukai doesn't look up from his magazine when acknowledging you.

“I live upstairs?” Your tone is light and playful. You decide to test the waters, wondering how much Keishin will let slide today.

“Don’t be dense, little one.” He graces you with his eye contact for the first time, “I know you have a Biology lecture on Friday afternoons. So, why is that cute little ass here instead of on campus?” His lips are pulled tightly in a thin line and he rakes his eyes down your body. You’re wearing a short pleated skirt and a baggie pull-over. Exactly what he picked out for you this morning. Well, almost exactly. He was already opening up the store by the time you woke up, so the clothes were placed neatly on his side of the bed. What he didn’t pick out though, were the stockings currently brandishing your mid thigh, cutting off the supple skin with the soft, black cotton.

“Oh! My professor cancelled lecture today so I came home early to have lunch with my loving boyfriend.” You smile sweetly, dropping your backpack and rounding the corner of the counter he is sat at. Ukai hums softly- dismissively- and lights a cigarette, his eyes don’t give away any emotion, so you are left hanging off the end of the burning cherry. Has he caught on yet? Maybe the thigh-highs would be enough to distract from your real surprise.

Before you can ruminate on the thought, a wide, kind smile spreads across his face. If you didn’t know any better, this smile would be comforting. Your boyfriend pats his lap, motioning for you to take a seat. You adjust yourself to fit snugly and lean into Keishin’s chest. He presses a chaste kiss to your temple and takes a drag from his cigarette. Customers trickle in slowly, and you stand a few times to ring up their purchases, always the dutiful girlfriend. Keishin watches you with adoration in between paging through a magazine, everything you did was so perfect, even if it’s just scanning a few groceries. Such a good girl you are.

It’s not until you sit back down, and he adjusts your hips to settle back into him that he is made aware of the game you’re trying to play. And he is pissed.

“Princess, did you not like the clothes I picked out for you this morning?” He has fully caught on to you at this point, and you both know it, but he isn’t going to show you his hand quite yet.

“Of course I did, Daddy.” You bury your burning cheek into his neck, letting the familiar smell of cologne and campfires calm your clambering heartbeat.

“I see, then why are you wearing these…” Keishin’s voice trails off and pulls at the material of the thigh-highs, snapping it against your skin.

“Actually,” he interrupts, “I have a more important question. But I need you to be a good girl and answer honestly.” Keishin whispers into the shell of your ear and nods a goodbye to the elderly man leaving the store. You two were alone now, the promise of other customers wandering in diminishing quickly with the time of day.

“I’ll be a good girl Daddy.” You try to coat your words in velvet as best as you can, but Keishin scoffs, clearly unamused.

“That’s rich, princess. Now tell me, did you go to campus this morning without panties on?” You knew the question he was going to pose, you could have even saved him the breath. You knew you were going to get caught, I mean, that is why you did it. But now, faced with having to atone for your sins, the confidence in your original actions was melting away.

“I forgot to put panties on this morning, Daddy. I’m sorry.” You try to pout in the sweetest way possible, but Keishin knows. You’re lying through your teeth.

“Tsk, you forgot. How could you forget if I laid them right on top of your skirt this morning?” He fishes in his pocket and pulls out a damning article. As he moves the exhibit into evidence, light pink thong hanging off of fingers, you resolve that your little game was over long before you even tried to start. All you can do now is wait with baited breath and flushed cheeks for his next move.

“Stand up princess.” Ukai grabs onto your hip bones and lifts you upward. He spins you around to face him and perches his elbows on his knees. “Show me what’s mine baby girl.” His request, his demand, rolls off the tongue like icicles. You know what he means, but still stare back dumbly, mouth wide at what he was insinuating.

“You know I don’t like repeating myself, little girl.” His words stir inside you. If he sees how wet you’re getting, you’re done for. There’s no escaping this moment though. You take a deep breath in a feeble fight against the suffocating feeling in your chest, and lift up the end of your short, black skirt so he can see you. All of you.

Your precious, sumptuous thighs now in his view. He studies the lines of the tattoos not covered with your stockings. Beautiful floral designs in delicate black ink. Keishin thinks the work you get done is always so beautiful. Every addition befitting you perfectly. He loves tracing the pads of his fingers over the art in softer moments. This moment though, was not soft, and the tattoos on your thighs were not the subject of Ukai’s attention.

He flicks his eyes up to meet yours briefly, and trails down from your quivering bottom lip, to your delicate, freckled collarbones peering sweetly from your large sweater. He drags his darkening gaze down further, cherishing every inch until he reaches your hips. Nestled in between the apex of your thighs, in small, dainty writing lays his prize.

“My Daddy Will Kill You.”

No matter what you did, he would always be there, snugly under the second layer of skin. When his fingers weren’t intertwined in yours, when he couldn’t have a protective hand in your back pocket. Whenever he was away with his team for tournaments or just when you were in class. He was always on you.

“Such a gorgeous little cunt you have.” He leans back in his seat, watching you fidget under his stare, “Whose cunt is this, baby? Is it your classmates? Is it your professors?” You bow your head in shame at Ukai’s insinuation, you know that going to class with a bare ass and a short skirt was going to get you in trouble. How could you resist though, when the punishment always feels so good.

“You’ve been acting like a petulant brat recently. I’ve been letting things slide because I know how stressful your senior year of college has been.” His tone is exasperated, but his eyes are calm, level, dark, “I can’t ignore this, you know that right?”

“I know, Daddy.”

“Your class was cancelled. So that means we get to start the weekend early.” He pulls your hands from your skirt, letting it fall back into place and holds both of your hands in one of his much larger ones. “Go upstairs and sit on the bed. I want you in just your skirt and those cute little tights you were so keen on wearing. I’ll be up in a few minutes.”

“But Daddy…” you really did like to test your luck sometimes, but the look he gives you, slightly shocked and more than lightly infuriated, was enough to make you hurry to the back and up the stairs to your shared apartment. You kick your sneakers off at the door and head straight to the bedroom. You pull the sweater over your head and unclasp your bra. Usually Keishin likes to do that step for you, savoring the way you shiver as he brushes the straps off of your shoulders, but today isn’t a day of honey-sweet ministrations.

You tremble like a puppy as you wait for Ukai and almost jump out of your own skin when you hear the front door creek open. Usually you are met with a bellowing voice upon his entry, walking through the door with a hearty, “Honey, I’m home!” even if you had only walked in a few steps ahead. Now, all you can do is wait as he mulls about the apartment with lackadaisical intent and a deafening silence. After a few agonizing minutes and feeling like he made his point, Ukai finally appears in the doorway, arms folded and pressed tightly to his hard chest with a categorically sadistic smile on his face.

“So, you do know how to follow directions?” You gulp loudly and nod your head, but quickly correct yourself. If you don’t use your words you’ll make things worse for yourself. “Yes, Daddy. I know how to follow directions.” It’s not a lie, obviously you are aware of his rules, you just prefer breaking them. Your response is small compared to the loud, sarcastic laugh falling from his throat. Ukai steps towards you slowly.

“You are such a little tease, I came up to kiss you goodbye this morning and found these still sitting on the bed.” He pulls the thong out of his pocket again and drops the lace into your lap. “You left them there because you wanted me to find them. You wanted me to know you were sitting in class with a bare cunt.” There’s no use trying to find an excuse to push past your locked jaw, because he’s not really asking a question.

“I left them on purpose, Daddy. I’m sorry.” Your mea culpa is underwhelming to say the least, and you both know it. You may be pleading guilty to all charges, but you don’t seem eager for absolution.

“You are such a little attention whore. My timid, darling girl has been acting like an insolent slut recently. What am I going to do with you?” His voice sounds questioning, but unmistakingly rhetorical. He’s known what he was going to do to you from the moment he spotted your panties weighing the bed down this morning.

“Turn around baby.” Ukai unbuckles his belt, and you turn away from him, tucking your legs to sit upright. He gathers your long h/c hair from where it was settled around your face and meticulously braids it to lay flat on your back, attaching the green scrunchy from his wrist to the bottom.

Just like a calling card, Keishin always had a scrunchy of yours around his wrist. Whenever you are hunched over the kitchen table in the middle of writing a paper, he pulls your hair behind you and fastens it into a bun, careful to keep it loose so as to not invite a headache, and kisses the crown of your head. Regardless of where you are: shopping, date night, visiting him at practice, if he notices your hair becoming annoying he will slip it from your neck and twist it into the green scrunchy.

And when you are about to be punished, Ukai pulls your hair into a neat, low braid.

You feel him run his hands from your shoulders to your wrists, pulling them gently behind your back. He presses your palms together and gives them a squeeze so you know to keep them together. Ukai pulls off his shirt, and frees his undone belt from his jeans, folding it in half and running the cool leather up your thigh. He swats softly at your skin, just enough to make you flinch.

Ukai tosses the belt to the ground, deciding he would rather you feel the sting of his palm, and sits down next to you on the bed. You face him with your hands still laced together behind you and let him position you to lay across his lap. The side of your face and your shoulders lay flush against the bed and your ass is raised up above his jean-clad thighs.

“You know the rules, right my love?”

“Yes, Daddy. If I lose count you have to start over.”

“There’s my smart girl. You look so beautiful like this.” He lands a smack on your right cheek, actions greatly contrasting his soft, almost taunting tone. “It’s such a shame you’ve been acting like such a whore.”

He delivers slap after slap on your bruising ass and you count every one out to him, briefly considering what would happen if you stopped counting, but you know that your punishment is already going to be harsh enough. You’re a masochist, yes, but not an idiot.

“Why do you always seem to be on your best behavior when I have you over my knee, darling?” Ukai connects his palm with your tender flesh again. “How many was that baby?”

“Fifteen, Daddy.” You speak in an even tone, if your boyfriend catches on to how much more you like this than he already knows, you’re, quite literally, fucked.

“You really know how to play me, baby. I’m always wrapped around your little finger.” He starts to knead your ass cheek with his large hand, skimming the tips of his digits against your wanton cunt. He’s testing you, wanting to see if you’ll start squirming or unclasp your hands from their position behind your back, but you hold steady.

“You leave me naughty little surprises. I had you on my mind all day, thinking about this naked little pussy walking around campus. One tiny slip and you would have shown everyone what’s mine.” Another sharp swat to your butt reverberates through the room and you can barely mumble out your counted response.

“But that’s what you wanted isn’t it? You wanted everyone to see this slutty pussy of yours didn’t you?” Whether that was the truth or not doesn't actually matter, you know not to make an excuse. You are just meant to count and thank.

“You need to stop squirming, princess, or you’re going to royally piss me off.” Ukai continues his relentless pace, two thick fingers pistoning deep in your dripping pussy. This was one of Ukai’s favorite games, finger-fucking you to the point of the bed under you slamming into the wall. Your job was to keep completely still. One arch of your back or escaped moan and he would land a sharp slap to your puffy, untended clit.

He’s actually being quite generous despite the circumstances. Usually, you would be propped on your hands and knees, but Ukai has laid you flat on your back with one leg tossed over his broad shoulder. The position, while easier to keep your body still, does mean that Ukai’s piercing, hungry gaze has you pinned like prey under him. The completely pornografic sounds of his fingers are making your head spin. The fact that he’s been hammering his fingers relentlessly into your g-spot for an hour, is starting to make your mind foggy, all thoughts are starting to slip from your brain and your boyfriend can tell.

“God, baby, I love making you absolutely stupid for me. I bet all you can think about is my cock filling this little cunt up, huh?” His words are sneering, taunting. Your response is a babbled agreement and plea for his cock, and the sight of you so completely fucked out makes the bulge in his jeans strain even further. The feeling of his fingers in your squelching pussy is dulling all other senses, so when he pulls the digits away, you can’t help the cry that rips from the back of your throat.

“Don’t worry, precious girl, I’m going to give you what you want. What you’re fucking desperate for.” Ukai pushes himself from the bed and removes his jeans and boxers, and you watch as his thick cock springs free to slap against his abdomen. The sound makes you mewl, your cunt clenching in anticipation.

As Ukai crawls back onto your shared bed, his head dips down in between your legs. He licks, flat and languid across your slit, collecting your arousal on his tongue with a feral groan.

“Please, Daddy. Please fuck me. I- I need you. Wa- want to be your good girl.” You find your words as best as you can to beg for him, the sweet cadence of your voice and the way your weak arms reach out for his messy bleached hair signals to him that you’ve fallen completely into a foggy, submissive haze. You tug lightly at the tresses and the impressive self-control he has kept up thus far snaps like plywood under a heavy boot.

Ukai takes one more deep, hungry lick at your soaking pussy and sits up, pushing your legs further apart, digging his nails into the soft skin under your knees.

“Open your mouth, Princess.” You are quick to comply with his request, sticking your tongue out and looking up at him through your lashes. You hear the sound of him spitting, his saliva and your arousal coats the thickest plane of your tongue, but connecting one thought to the next becomes impossible as Ukai pushes his thick cock into you at the same time.

“Jesus Christ, no matter how much time I take to get you ready you’re still so tight. God, you make it really hard to stay mad at you.” His hands keep your legs pressed up to your chest, pushing his thick cock into you at an agonizingly lazy pace. Ukai was right, it didn’t matter that he had finger-fucked you into the mattress for an hour, taking him was a tight fit every time. As he buries himself in you, the intoxicating burn of being so full takes all of the air out of your chest. His thick cock stretches you so far, you swear he can feel your own heartbeat within the walls of your tiny cunt. He’s barely halfway into you and you can’t help but constrict, the tinny flavor of your orgasm crawling up from your spine to your mouth.

“There’s no way I’m letting you cum already.” Ukai snickered sadistically, thumb brushing across your tattoo, the dirty secret you shared, right over where you need his fingers most. He wasn’t going to touch your deprived clit yet, and hoping for him to do so was a waste of energy.

“I’m sorry Daddy. I promise, I’ll be good.” Your tears are rolling down the side of your face, wetting the sheet next to you.

“You’re a pathetic mess and I’m not even all the way in you yet. I would save the tears if I were you, babydoll.” You try to compose yourself, but Ukai’s words of dismissive degradation give your whimpers more body, sobbing and babbling as his cock bottoms out.

You can feel every inch of him, hard and thick and so so full inside of you. Ukai pulls out of you completely, his soaking tip rubbing on your labia before slamming back in to the hilt. His pace becomes brutal with every thrust, original slow pace completely unknown to you now. There’s no way you're going to be able to stand properly after this.

“Daddy, please. Please let me cum. Need to cum, Daddy. Need to be your good girl.” A series of calls for your daddy and prayerful begs are the only things you know at this point, drool and tears covering your face.

“You know what, Princess? I bet I could make you cum with just one touch to that little clit.” Ukai takes one hand off of your thigh and hovers over where you have needed him since you woke up this morning. “If I’m right, I’ll make you cum again. If I’m wrong, you’re not gonna cum at all.”

You can feel the warmth of his finger looming over the neglected bud, the anticipation is overwhelming and cruel, but all worth it as soon as he pushes the rough pad of his thumb down. Ukai presses a single, taught circle into your clit and the coil wound tightly in your stomach snaps with incredible force. You know there is a scream that rips from your dry mouth, but you can’t hear it with the blood rushing through your ears. Ukai works you through your first orgasm, stilling his thrusts as until you come floating back down.

“I know this slutty little cunt better than the back of my hand. Now, my precious little thing,” You watch as Ukai hooks your limp legs over his shoulders, lining his throbbing cock back to your slopping entrance. “Let’s do that a couple more times.”

“Wise men say, only fools rush in. But I can’t help, falling in love with you.”

You feel your senses coming back to you slowly, with every delicate touch Keishin glides over your skin. He pulls you back to reality with sweet touches and the deep, gravely sound of his voice. After several meticulous moments and even more words of praise, Kei delivers a delicate kiss to your forehead and carries you to the shower. You take a deep, relaxed sigh as he massages your aching muscles under the hot water. After drying your exhausted body with a fluffy towel, Keishin helps you into a comfy pair of leggings and one of his sweatshirts.

“Take my hand. Take my whole heart too.” Your boyfriend’s broad arms wrap around your waist, hands finding purchase under the orange sweatshirt currently drowning your form, and you melt into his chest. “Because I can’t help, falling in love with you.” You turn around in his arms to steal a kiss, but as your lips attach to his a small laugh bubbles up from your stomach.

“What are you giggling at?” Keishin eyes you curiously, and you start laughing even harder.

“Oh nothing, I was just thinking about the bloody nose you gave me when we first met.” You cackle at the memory and feel Keishin take an exasperated but amused sigh, joining your laughter with his own.

“First of all, Princess, you ran into me.”

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iguessweallcrazyithinktho · 4 years ago

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Baby Nolan - goldfish

Summary: It's here, nolan arrives!

Genre: fluff

Warnings: child birth but not explicit, crying, Nora meeting her little brother

Word count: 1.6 k

Blog appropriate for all ages

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Chris hands were laced with yours as you both sat in the hospital. You were in labor and have been for about 2 hours. As excited as you were to meet your little boy, you were very nervous. It's been a while since you've had a baby of course, and it terrified you.

But with Chris by your side you were perfect.

He was the best husband ever. Getting you ice chips, getting you cold and hot rags when needed, said the sweetest things to you when you needed it, he was definitely a great help, you definitely wouldn't be able to do this without him.

"do you need some more ice baby?" Chris asked as he ran his thumb over your hand. You shook your head, weakly smiling, "no, I'm okay now."

Chris mumbled out 'ok' before sitting back in his chair. You let a very loud groan fall from your lips as a contraction took over your body. Chris quickly sat up and coached you through it.

Just like you, he was terrified as well. He was ready for his bub to get here but seeing you in pain was very hard for him.

Dispite being scared, he knew he needed to be tough for you. When this was all over he knew he would be a sobbing mess and frankly he was ready for it.

"okay, it passed." You said as your chest rose and fell. Chris looked up at you with a smile, "you're doing a great job honey, keep it."

You smiled at him, "thanks."

Right after you said that the doctor Walked in. He checked everything out to see if you were doing okay. When he noticed everything was, he walked out of the room and back on to his business.

"god, I want this to be over." You said feeling yourself ready to cry. Chris quickly got up and calmed you.

"hey, hey it's okay. It'll be over soon, I promise baby."

You sniffed, "can we call Nora and see how she's doing? I miss my crazy monkey."

Chris chuckled, pulling his phone out of his pocket. "Of course."

Chris dialed his mom's number, watched it ring a couple of times before she picked up. "Hi ma."

Lisa said hi back and asked you how you were doing. "I'm doing okay."

Chris sighed softly, "we just want to check on Nora, how she?"

Lisa brought the camera to Nora who was beside her. She was confused at first but quickly recognize her daddy and mommy.

"daddy, mommy!"

Her little voice made you so happy. "Hi Nora, how are you pumpkin?"

Nora giggle, "I great. Is brother here?"

Chris shook his head, "no, not yet. He'll be here soon though." Nora nodded, "oh okay."

You and Chris smiled At your daughter, "well, we're going to go now. You be good for grandma okay?"

Nora snickered, "yeah, okay." You and Chris said goodbye to Nora and Lisa before hanging up the phone. "Uhh, I miss her already."

Chris smiled, "me too."

You and Chris held off for another hour or so before the contractions grew closer to each other. In other words, it was time for Nolan to arrive.

Chris held onto your hand ready for this moment so pass. Your heart was thumping in your chest as you watched the doctor position herself in between your legs.

"okay mama, I'm going to need you to push as hard as you can on 3." You nodded, "alright.

The doctor started the count down as you exhaled. "1,2,3, push."

You pushed with all your might. It was extremely painful and judging by the way Chris whined, you were gripping his hand extremely hard.

After a count to 10 you took a deep breath and wiped away your tears. "You're doing amazing honey." Chris said as he looked down at you. You couldn't respond because your brain wasn't couldn't make words in the moment.

You soon returned back to pushing all. You were sweating, exhaled, and out of breath. You soon released your breath and relaxed a little.

"he's almost out. Just one more big push okay." You nodded, "alright."

She counted to three and you pushed really hard, as hard as you could. You felt a very sharp pain before you heard a lot wail.

You opened your eyes and saw your baby boy. You let out a cry as the nurse brought him to your chest. You let go of chris' hand and placed it on his little back.

"here's here." You said softly. You looked up at at Chris. He had tears in his eyes as he looked at you both. "Our little boy."

You chuckled and placed a kiss on the now calm babies head.

After your long labor, Nolan Leo Evans was here. Chris was of course instantly attached to him. He went with him to get a eye sight and hearing check which he passed and he also changed his first diaper.

Now here you three were sitting in the hospital room. While you feed nolan Chris informed the family on nolans arrival.

He had a smile on his face that couldn't disappear. You were sure his cheeks hurt. He told Nora lastly and judging by the babbling And squealing on the other end of the phone, she was ecstatic.

He promised her she'll be able to meet him the next day; that was enough for her to go straight to bed which she never wants to do.

After saying goodbye Chris hung up the phone and walked over to the hospital bed. "Ah gosh, I can't believe he's here."

Chris ran his hands over Nolan small batch of curls, he cooed.

"I can't either. He looks just like Nora." You said with a chuckle looking down at the sleeping baby.

"he does. Nora is very excited to meet him tomorrow. She went straight to bed while we were still on the phone."

"that's a first." Chris nodded, "oh yeah."

You smiled, "we should get some sleep. I can't wait to see my princess tomorrow and for her to meet her baby brother." You placed a gentle kiss on nolans head before Chris took him from your chest and placed him in his bassinet.

You fell asleep to his low voice talking to Nolan, telling him about the full life he has ahead of him.

The next day you woke up early and took a shower. You got yourself in some proper clothes and spent some time with nolan.

Chris made a run to go get Nora and some real food for you. The whole ride over Nora was talking like crazy. She kept asking Chris when they would be at the hospital and how excited she was. Chris was smiling like crazy as he listened to her.

After grabbing the food, Chris made his way back to the hospital. He took Nora's hand and guided her to the room where you were staying.

He opened the door quietly letting Nora walk in first. Nora instantly smiled when she saw you. "Mommy."

She walked over to you and climbed onto the bed. You laughed and gave her a kiss on the cheek. She looked down at her brother and smiled. "Brother?"

You nodded, "yeah, it is your brother. His name is Nolan, can you say Nolan."

"nowan." She tried to say. You and Chris Chuckled at her attempt.

"how about we get a picture of you 3 together." Chris said as he took his phone out of his pocket. You and Nora got situated for the picture. Nora of course being the wiggle worm she is couldn't resist giving her little brother a kiss. Chris snapped the picture just as she did that and it came out perfectly.

He slid his phone back into his pocket deciding to share it later. Right now all he wanted was to enjoy time as a family of 4.

Family of 4 had a really nice ring to it, lucky he'll be using that for a while.

Ahh okay. I'm so happy with this. Tell me what you think

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justlookfrightened · 4 years ago

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Happy Mother's Day

“I know, Mama. I’ll tell him. You say hello to Coach, too, alright?”

Bitty shook his head and shrugged his shoulders at Jack, the “I’m trying to get off the phone” clear in his expression.

“Mother. Yes. Alright. Fine. I’ll talk to you this weekend, okay? Yes, Mama. I love you, too.”

He sighed and put the phone down on the counter.

“What was that about?”

“She thinks you need feeding up,” Bitty said. “She watched your game last night and she said you looked thin.”

Jack looked down at himself. “It’s been a long season,” he protested. “What does she want me to do?”

“She wants me to feed you a steak dinner every night,” Bitty said, making a face. “Even though you’re barely here one night out of three and the nutritionists would have something to say about all that red meat.”

He crossed the room to embrace Jack.

“I know you’re doing your best, sweetpea,” Bitty said. “The end of the season just takes its toll.”

“So what did she want you to tell me?”

“Oh, you know, good luck in Game 3,” Bitty said.

Jack tightened his grip around Bitty’s waist.

“That all?”

“And that Vasilevskly likes to come out to play the puck, so if y’all can draw him away from the goalmouth someone can tuck it in behind him.”

Bitty was mumbling into Jack’s shoulder.

“Sorry. I know you don’t need advice from your mother-in-law.”

Jack gave Bitty another squeeze, kissed the top of his head, and released him.

“It’s not like she’s wrong,” he said. “I have to go. You’re all set to go to Georgia? And I’ll see you in Tampa for Game 4?”

“Of course,” Bitty said, reaching up to kiss Jack goodbye. “Call me tonight, right?”

“Of course.”

Bitty’s phone rang while he was standing in baggage claim at Hartsfield, waiting for the conveyor to disgorge his suitcase. Then he just had to grab his rental car, head to a hotel for the night, and show up in Madison before church.

Coach. He almost never called. And on a Saturday night?

“Daddy?” Bitty said. “Is everything okay? Moomaw --”

“Your Moomaw’s fine, son,” Coach said.

“Mama --”

“Your mother too,” Coach said. “Just … did you remember tomorrow is Mother’s Day?”

“Uh … yes?” Bitty said, hoping his father couldn’t hear the airport announcements over the phone. “Of course I did.”

“But maybe you mailed cards a little late?” Coach suggested. “Because your mother hasn’t gotten anything, and there’s no mail tomorrow. She was trying to act like everything was fine, but I can tell you she was a mite put out. But if you tell her you mailed a card on Tuesday, or even Monday, well, then she’ll just blame the post office.”

“No sir.”

“What?”

“I didn’t mail a card this week,” Bitty said. “There’s something that should be delivered tomorrow.”

“On Sunday?”

“Yessir.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yessir.”

“That must cost an arm and a leg.”

“It’s fine, Daddy, I promise,” Bitty said, hauling his suitcase off the carousel. “And I’ll talk to Mama and Moomaw tomorrow. Both of them.”

“Alright,” his father said. “If you say so. Your mother and I were going to pick up Moomaw after church and take her to brunch, so maybe in the afternoon? Or before church. But I know how you and your mother get to talking.”

Bitty made a non-commital noise as he headed for the rental car counter.

“Well, sounds like you’re out and about somewhere,” Coach said. “I’ll let you go. Have a good night, now.”

“You too,” Bitty said, barely managing to bite back the “See you tomorrow” that wanted to escape.

Bitty parked two doors down from his parents’ home and gave himself one last look in the rearview mirror. He was clean shaven, though it was honestly still hard to tell, his teeth were brushed and his face was washed. His hair was freshly cut and coiffed. The pink polo shirt was pressed, as were his khakis. He wished he had something better than supermarket flowers, but all the florists were closed by the time he arrived the night before.

He collected the flowers and headed for the porch, where, for the first time in his life, he rang the bell.

Coach answered. Of course he did.

“Shhh,” Bitty hissed. “Get Mama.”

Coach, bless him, simply stepped away from the door and called, “Suze? It’s for you.”

Bitty heard his mother approaching before he saw her.

“Are you sure, Richard? At this hour, on a Sunday?”

When he didn’t answer, she continued.

“I bet it’s something from Dicky, isn’t it? When there wasn’t a card, I thought he might have gone and sent something ridiculous --”

Then she was at the door, and actually, momentarily, speechless.

“Happy Mother’s Day, Mama,” he said, holding out the flowers. “Um, surprise?”

“Oh, Dicky, you shouldn’t have,” Mama said, gathering him and the flowers into her arms. “I should have known you’d do something like this. And your Moomaw will be so happy. Oh, do you think we can get an extra seat at brunch?”

“It’s a buffet, right?” Bitty said. “I’m sure they’ll take one more.”

Even if he had to tip the hostess heavily.

“I thought I’d take Moomaw to the garden center this afternoon to pick out a new rose bush,” Bitty said. “But your present is in there.”

“The flowers are beautiful --”

“Open the card, Mama.”

Bitty waited while she plucked out the card he’d nestled in the foliage and opened it, first reading the Hallmark-approved message before opening the smaller envelope that was inside.

“These are tickets to … Jack’s game?” she said. “Next week in Florida?”

“Yes, Mama, and the flight and hotel for you and Daddy are already taken care of,” Bitty said. “Jack’s parents will be there, too.”

“Well, I never,” his mother said. “Oh, we’re going to be late for church, but I have to get these in water and --”

“You finish getting ready,” Bitty said. “I’ll get them in water.”

His mother hurried to her bedroom, and Coach stood in the kitchen doorway shaking his head.

“Nice one, Junior,” he said. “She means thank you, by the way.”

“I know,” Bitty said. “If you can’t get off work, I can change your flight Wednesday to leave after school.”

“I’m invited too?”

“Of course you are.”

“Oh. Well, then. I’m sure I could get a couple days off,” Coach said. “It’s off season.”

After the game, when the Falconers had finally come off the ice, done press, showered and changed, Jack came out to greet Bitty and all four parents.

“Congratulations, sweetpea,” Bitty said as he hugged his husband, “At least you have a few days off now.”

Jack’s parents embraced him and said much the same.

Bitty’s mother hugged Jack, then stepped back and held him at arm’s length.

“You need to eat more,” she said.

At Bitty’s audible huff, she turned, not letting go of Jack, and said, “What? I was right about Vasilevsky.”

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