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shemarmooresfedora · 4 years ago

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Rebuilding Family

Summary: Y/N and Spencer were college sweethearts at Cal-Tech but once Spencer got accepted to the FBI Academy, he ended things deciding it was not fair to make Y/N wait for him. When they meet again years later, he discovers something unexpected.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

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Chapter 9

“Dinner at my house at 7. Be there,” Rossi announced to everyone in the bullpen.

Everyone nodded, accepting the invitation.

“Sorry, I can’t. I have Jo tonight,” Spencer declined.

“Bring her with you. The more, the merrier! Her mom is welcome too, I would use her name but I’m still in the dark about that one,” Rossi said.

“Well, I, for one, would love to meet the lady that Pretty Boy is throwing punches for,” Morgan smirked.

“Henry will be there, Spence,” JJ informed Spencer, trying to convince him to bring Jo.

“Alright, Jo and I will be there. I will ask Y/N and yes, that’s her name if she decides to come,” Spencer gave in.

“I don’t know, Spencer...can’t just you and Jo go?” you asked.

“Yes, we could. I don’t want to pressure you but I think it would be fun if you went too. Plus, Rossi’s pasta is phenomenal,” Spencer stated.

“I don’t want to intrude...and I’m horrible at small talk,” you added.

“Rossi specifically invited you so you’re not intruding. Will and JJ will be there, who you already know, and I promise I won’t leave your side until you’re comfortable,” he assured you.

“Fine, I need to take a shower and get ready then. How formal is this thing?” you asked.

“Most people either stay in their clothes from work or go home and change into casual clothes,” Spencer shrugged.

You nodded and headed up the stairs.

A half hour later, you came down in a cream colored midi sundress with a floral pattern and a slit down the side.

Spencer’s breath hitched in his throat.

“How’s this?” you asked, giving him a little spin.

“Y-Yes that’s f-fine,” Spencer choked out.

“You don’t like it?” you frowned, “They’re gonna hate it...and me.”

You started walking back up the stairs to change when you felt someone grab your wrist gently.

“I was having trouble speaking because you look absolutely radiant,” Spencer spoke softly.

“Not too bad yourself, Doctor,” you smiled.

Spencer had lost his sweater vest and tie from the work day, leaving him in just his pale blue dress shirt with a few of the top buttons undone.

“Jo, come on! I’ve got to do your hair before we go,” you called out, pulling out one of the kitchen table chairs.

Jo came running down the stairs in a light pink sweater and overalls.

“What do you want?” you asked, using a spray bottle to wet her hair slightly and then brushing it out.

“Two braids please, Mommy.”

You parted her hair and began working on the first braid, feeling Spencer’s eyes watching curiously from beside you.

Once you finished the first one, you turned to looked at him.

“Do you want to do the other side?” you asked.

“I was observing your movements but I’m not sure if I can replicate them with the same speed and accuracy,” Spencer stated as you pushed him forward.

“I’ll be your instructor then. You’re going to need to learn how to do this. Jo doesn’t like to have her hair in her face so she likes to have it styled back somehow,” you said.

Spencer brushed the hair on Jo’s left side once more and then sectioned out three even pieces from the front.

“So basically you just keep crossing the side strands over into the middle and adding more hair to the side strands each time,” you explained as Spencer slowly started to braid Jo’s hair.

By the time he got to the end, it was a little bumpy and a small chunk of hair had been left out of the braid and was hanging astray.

“Okay okay, not bad for a first attempt,” you encouraged him.

“I think I’ve got it this time,” Spencer released the braid from its elastic and combed Jo’s hair out again.

Spencer’s confidence definitely increased this time through, he was going much faster, almost as fast as you. His tongue was poking out the side of his mouth in concentration. You had to admit that he looked absolutely adorable.

“Much better,” you smiled as he tied off the braid with the elastic.

“If you can do a braid, pigtails and ponytails will be a piece of cake,” you informed him.

“I think my fingers are cramping,” he chuckled, admiring his handiwork.

“Spencer, what if they hate me?” you nervously asked as you walked up Rossi’s driveway.

“They are not going to hate you,” Spencer assured you as he carried Jo on his hip, “See, JJ and Will’s car is already here so there’s two people who already know and like you.”

Spencer rang the doorbell. You heard laughing and lots of conversation inside. You were nervously playing with your hands until Spencer reached over and grabbed one, squeezing it a little before letting go again. The simple gesture soothed you tremendously.

The front opened, revealing an older man with black hair and a goatee.

“You must be Y/N,” he smiled.

“Yes, that’s me,” you shakily returned the smile.

“I’m Dave or Rossi whichever you prefer. Come inside! Dinner will be ready shortly!” he waved to Jo in Spencer’s arms.

You entered the kitchen to see a bunch of grinning faces, staring at you.

“Guys, this is Y/N and you all remember Jo,” he introduced you to the group.

You gave a small wave, “Hi! It’s nice to meet you all.”

A blonde woman was the first to get up off her seat at the kitchen counter and wrap you in a warm hug. You squeaked a little at first, not expecting it.

“Hi, I’m Penelope! Sorry, I’m an avid hugger,” she chirped.

“No worries,” you smiled back.

Another woman with long dark hair approached you next, “I’m Emily! I love your dress!”

“Thank you! I actually got it at a thrift store downtown,” you replied.

Next in line was a man still in his suit, smiling only slightly but you could tell he was trying his hardest.

“I’m Aaron but everyone calls me Hotch,” Hotch said as he shook your hand.

And finally, “Derek Morgan, at your service,” Derek grinned as kissed your hand.

Spencer narrowed his eyes at Derek.

“Ignore him,” he said to you.

“Jo, I’m loving the braids,” JJ said as Spencer set her down on the floor.

“Daddy did the left one,” she beamed.

“Did he now?” JJ looked up at you and Spencer incredulously.

“Yes, he did,” you confirmed.

“He is going to have to start braiding my hair,” Penelope chimed in.

Henry and Jack came running into the kitchen.

“Jo!” Henry exclaimed, “Me and Jack are playing tag. Wanna play?”

Jo nodded enthusiastically and Henry touched her quickly and began running away.

“You’re it!” he called out.

“Oh, that was a cheap shot, Henry,” Will chuckled as the kids all left the kitchen once again.

“Jack is Hotch’s kid,” Spencer explained to you.

“Y/N, do you want some wine?” Emily offered.

You looked up at Spencer and he nodded, mouthing “I’ll drive home”.

“Sure! Thank you,” you accepted the glass.

You were talking to JJ, Will, and Hotch when you heard a familiar crying coming from outside. You set your wine glass down and ran to the backyard.

Jo was on the ground, clutching her knee, and the boys were hunched over her.

“Oh no, Baby J, what happened?” you asked, kneeling down.

“I fell while running and my knee got a boo-boo,” she cried.

You picked her up in your arms, rubbing light circles on her back, as Spencer came running outside carrying a mini first aid kit.

He gently rolled up Jo’s pant leg to above her knee as she clung to your neck.

“Alright, Jo, I have to put on some ointment and a band-aid so the boo-boo doesn’t get infected,” he spoke softly, applying ointment to the little scratch.

After he smoothed the band-aid over it, he kissed her knee three times.

“All better?” he asked.

“Thank you, Daddy,” she sniffled, letting go of you.

“You’re welcome, Princess. How about we have some dinner now?” he asked, using his sleeve to wipe her tears and snot.

Jo nodded and you all got up from the ground, heading back inside.

The rest of the team scrambled away from the window to pretend they weren’t just watching a truly heartwarming co-parenting moment.

#spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer x reader #spencer reid #criminal minds #cm fanfic #reid x reader

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seasonsofeverlark · 3 years ago

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Punkin’ Chunkin’

Author: @juxtaposie

Prompt: Peeta is an artist volunteering to paint faces at a local fall festival. Katniss is a single mom who takes her daughter to Peeta’s booth to have her face painted. Romance blossoms between Katniss and Peeta, of course! Bonus: Including fall festival/carnival/fair activities, e.g., bobbing for apples, pumpkin games, a ferris wheel, and mentioning fall festival foods. [submitted by @jhsgf82]

Rating: G

Summary: He’s just packing up for the day when he hears the tell-tale wailing of an unhappy child… When he turns toward the commotion, Katniss Everdeen‒at least, he’s pretty sure it’s still Everdeen‒is standing on the other side of the rope, kneeling in front of a crying child that could only be her daughter.

Author’s Note: This is based on a real place my wife and I go every fall, and yes, punkin’ chunkin’ is a real thing ;) ______________

He’s just packing up for the day when he hears the tell-tale wailing of an unhappy child. It’s not uncommon at the face-painting booth, and Peeta’s mostly learned to tune it out anyways, but then a voice says, “I know baby, I’m sorry,” and something pricks in his memory. When he turns toward the commotion, Katniss Everdeen‒at least, he’s pretty sure it’s still Everdeen‒is standing on the other side of the rope, kneeling in front of a crying child that could only be her daughter.

It’s like being punched in the gut. The lifelong crush he’d tried so hard to rid himself of in college comes roaring back to life like a phoenix reborn in the flames, and for a moment he can’t even breathe. He hasn’t seen her in a few years‒since he found out she was having a baby‒but time has been good to her. She’s even prettier than she was in high school, though she’s not any taller. Her hair is shorter, hanging loose around her shoulders, and even though she’s just in old jeans and an oversized green sweater, she is absolutely radiant.

Get a grip, he chides himself. She probably doesn’t even remember you.

Only, when he looks up again, Katniss is looking at him. He only just manages to not stare, but when she gives him a hesitant smile and a small wave, he can’t help smiling back.

“Hey,” she says, picking up her still-crying daughter. “I didn’t know you worked here!”

“I don’t,” he replies, tucking his hands into his pockets and ambling down the empty roped-off line. “I’m volunteering.”

“Oh,” she says, nodding. “That’s really nice of you.”

The conversation seems to stall at that point, and they both stand there awkwardly for a few moments until the little girl in Katniss’ arms lifts her head off her mother’s shoulder and says, “I wanna budderfry.”

“I know, sweetheart,” Katniss says, smoothing the dark hair out of the little girl’s face, “but he’s closed. He has to go home.”

The crying starts up again, and Peeta’s heart breaks a little. Before he knows what he’s doing, he’s reaching for the rope. “Come on back. I’ve got time for one more.”

“Oh, no, that’s okay,” she protests, but she’s barely got the words out before the little girl is struggling in her arms, kicking to be let down, and shouting with joy.

“It’s fine,” Peeta insists, smiling at the child. “I wouldn’t offer if it wasn’t.”

Katniss sighs as her little girl finally wiggles out of her arms and rushes to the chair, scrambling up into the seat all on her own with so much enthusiasm that only Peeta’s arm across the back keeps the whole thing from toppling over. Then, with his heart aching a little in his chest, he says, “I’m Peeta. What’s your name?”

“Amaryllis,” she says proudly.

Peeta whistles, raising his eyebrows at Katniss before turning back to the girl. She’s small, like her mom, with long dark hair in two braided pigtails. “That’s so pretty. Very unique.”

“Issa flower,” she says, smiling. “Like Mama’s name. Can I have a budderfry?”

He laughs. “Of course! What’s your favorite color?”

“Orange!” she proclaims loudly, tugging at her pumpkin-colored corduroy overalls.

“Me too!” Peeta agrees as he starts unpacking his paint kit. “Can you sit still for me while we paint your face?”

Amaryllis nods, freezing comically with her eyes squeezed shut, and in the silence Katniss says, “Thank you.”

He swallows, suddenly more nervous to talk to Katniss than her daughter. “It’s no problem. I’d cry too if I couldn’t get my face painted.”

“Still,” she says. “I really appreciate it. We haven’t been having a very good day.”

“Oh?” he says as he begins to swipe bright orange paint over Amaryllis’ upturned face.

Katniss sighs again, and when Peeta glaces at her she’s looking at the ground, her arms crossed over her chest. “Yeah. I had to go into work; then, I realized today was the last day of the festival, and I promised Lissy we’d go this year, but everything is over by 4:00 or 5:00, and it was already past 4:00 when we got here, and…” She trails off, shaking her head, then says, “Seriously, thank you.”

A plan forms immediately in Peeta’s head, his heart kicking up in his chest. “There’s stuff to do until about 6:00 if you’re intimately acquainted with the festival schedule.”

“Yeah?” Katniss asks, eying him. “Like what?”

“Oh, lots,” he says, trying to be casual. “Apple canons, punkin’ chunkin.’ The candy cannon goes off at 5:00; the last pig race is at 5:30, and the corn maze is open until 6:00.”

Katniss hums, thinking, and says, “Don’t those first things take tokens?”

“We’re poor,” Amaryllis offers with the startling frankness of the very young.

“No,” Katniss says patiently. “We have a nice, warm apartment and all the food we need, and money to pay our bills. We’re not poor.”

He feels a little embarrassed, remembering how she grew up; all the weight she lost when her dad died, the same clothes gone threadbare over years of hard wear, how she’d frequently come to school without either lunch or lunch money.

“Here,” he says, digging into his pocket to pull out a handful of tokens. When Katniss won’t take them, he hands them to Amaryllis, and when Katniss starts to protest, he says, “They give us a bunch for volunteering. I’ve already done everything I want to, and it’s the last day. They’ll just go to waste if you don’t take them.”

“Okay,” Katniss says, though she doesn’t look happy about it. “Thanks. Can I give you some money for them?”

This is it, Peeta. Take your chance.

He makes sure he’s looking at Katniss, that she sees his face when he says, “Why don’t you let me show you around? I can chunk a punkin’ crazy far.”

She smiles, almost in spite of herself, but smothers it immediately as her face turns red. Looking

at her little girl, she says, “I don’t know.”

“Please, Mama?” Lissy says. “He’s nice. He can help us spend the tokens.”

“I’d really like to,” Peeta says. “If you don’t think your boyfriend will mind.”

He’s fishing and he knows it, but he’s pleased when Katniss says, “No boyfriend to mind.”

“My mom and dad aren’t married,” Lissy offers helpfully.

“That’s okay,” Peeta tells her. “My mom and dad aren’t married anymore, either. You ready to see your face paint?”

“Yeah!” she squeals, laughing, and when she smiles, she looks just like her mother.

#everlark #everlark fanfiction #autumn #autumn 2021 #juxtaposie #submission #prompt

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sweetsbfreex · 4 years ago

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lethologica

when you can’t think of the word for something...like this fic </3

Summary: Harry’s family navigating his impending fame, and the activity of reader and harry making their first belly cast

Warnings: fluff, slight angst?

Pairing: Husband, Dad!Harry x reader

“Hey! We’re back!” you yelled out, Harry following closely behind you as he shut the door, carefully slipping off your sneakers. It was pretty late at least for the two of you now. The sun was away, you and H coming back from your well deserved date night.

At the familiar sound of the slamming door came the different steps of your kids. Shuffling down the steps from your view you could see the face of your oldest ahead of the covey, bolting towards the two of you. The various sounds of ‘mom’,’mummy’, and ‘dad’ spoken out.

“You guys took forever” Sydnie; seventeen, was the first to say, exasperated as she latched onto you. But was quickly shuffled away by the twins. “Bloo” the seven year old was born a Penelope, but after watching her favorite show Winx Club when she was three. Demanded she be called after her favorite character Bloom, but couldn’t pronounce the name all the way through. If you had called her by official name she wouldn’t respond, going on about her day as if no one was there. And it had stuck since then, forever the stubborn one only to grow into a sweet, shy little girl.

And Alec, fraternal twins who had just turned seven.

“Careful babies the baby, remember” Harry lightly reminded. With that reminder he had loosened his secure hold.

“Well sorry” you teased, kissing all their forehead quickly “But we bought you guys some food too” you reported, holding up the labeled bag.

They responded with excited statements, as Sydnie took the bag from your hold, running to the kitchen with her siblings.

“My hugs!” Harry yelled out, hands cupping his mouth then putting his brawny arms out like a plane awaiting their bodies to clash into his. “ought to take away your allowance for that one” Harry teases, fingers stretching out to tickle anywhere they could.

As a result he got a lively mix of groans, laughs, and pleas.

“Joking” Harry says abruptly, kissing each of their cheeks before conducting all of you to the kitchen, assisting the twins into their own seatings at the kitchen. The light above all of you illuminating the room.

Embarrassingly enough it had been when you were pulling the plastic containers from the brown bag that you realized you were missing a kid.

“Where’s your brother?” you asked, opening Bloo’s Spaghetti and spreading it on the white plate.

“Talking to his girlfriend” Sydnie air quoted, rolling her father-like eyes.

“Why do you say it like that?” Harry asked, wonderingly his back turned, reaching for the Placemats, setting them in front of each child. Placing one in front of an empty stool for Chase.

“Daddy, he’s delusional! I’ve told him a million times. She found out his last name, connected the dots, and now she’s interested. I would know it’s happened to me hundreds of times since middle school” she said indignantly.

Finishing the last plate up, from the side of your eyes you could see and sense his deflation at the statement. Always overthinking about their last names and what it would entail as they grow up with Harry Styles as their father. His top five worry ever since the first time you were pregnant. His breaking point, however, had been when Sydnie came home, furious. From a day from school finding out that some girl in her class had tried getting closer to her with ill intentions.

He could also sense the worry that washed over you, catching your eye to let you know he was fine.

“He’s old enough to know better. He’ll be fine Syd,” you let her know, reaching your hand to fix the hoodie that overshadowed her precious face.

“I wasn’t, it sucks and he’s not taking me seriously”

“Cause you’re full of it” shifting your eyes to the doorway, the sixteen-year-old walked in towards you. His arm over your shoulders before placing a kiss to your cheek. Then making his way to his dad, who had pulled him in setting a kiss to his temple.

“You say that but just you wait!” she walked over to him quickly, flicking his the back of his head, shifting her way over to the fridge before he could retaliate. Pulling out a drink and some cups for everyone else, almost bustling into you, as you made your way to the microwave.

“Don’t wish that on your brother” Harry persisted.

“I’m not, but he better not come crying to me”

"Whatever” he paid her no mind, shifting the conversation to his parents. “How was your date?” he asked, setting himself at the island.

“‘Was fine we went to the arcade, I beat mum’s butt––”

“He’s lying, I beat him at air hockey”

“Just air hockey mum?” Bloo asked, a slight lisp from her missing front teeth. Her attention strayed away while Sydnie placed her cup in front of her, filling it with juice.

“Sadly” you mimicked a pout, Harry smiling with a smug grin.

“Then went to dinner. Guess what” he exclaimed, directing his energy towards Alec”

“Mummy looked so pretty tonight, some chum couldn’t stop eyeing her. So I had to give him a knuckle” he told the story, raising his fist and mirthfully brought it to Alec’s stomach. Eliciting giggles from his which bounced off to Bloo. The rest of you with gratified smiles at the meaningful interaction.

“Why are you such a fibber tonight” you urged Harry, smacking his shoulder.

“I’m not lying” he said, walking to you till he was hovering over your back, trying to annoy you with his insistent cheek kisses.

“Go away” you whined, faking your displeasure, shrugging your shoulders. The kids could note your slight smile except for him.

“Go away” he mocked.

“We all know you wouldn’t hurt a fly” Chase pointed out correctly. Thanking you as you set his plate of food in front of him.

Harry stood across the herd,resting back against the quartz countertop, arms crossed. Until you cuddled yourself into his side. His arm reaching down so his thumb could rub against the side of your belly. Your arms encircled around his waist, head on his chest.

“Not true” he replied.

“It’s okay, it’s why I married you” you sweetly said with a smile adoring your face. He could only look down at you with a close lipped smile reflecting yours, his dimple digging deep. Leaning down to kiss you, filling you up with his love for you.

Both of you had pulled away abruptly from the range of disgusted protests and a slam of an utensil. All except for sweet, shy Bloo. Who had watched with a smile on her face idolizing the love of her parents, swearing it was like the Disney movies. Like her favorite Princess and the Frog.

“We’re trying to eat!” Chase had said dramatically, pasta in his mouth. Sydnie covers her eyes with both hands, while Alec stuck out his tongue finger to his mouth.

“None of you would be here, if it wasn’t for this” you emphasized, your finger waving between you and H.

“No duh, you both won’t stop having children” Sydnie overstated, shuddering stagy.

It was late now, all of you stayed downstairs, more overdue than intended. The twins went down an hour early before the other two. Chase and Sydnie finished their meals for the night and instead of leaving, stayed up talking to their parents.

In your sleep shorts and a light weight tank top, your hands were in Harry’s who was massaging them softly.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” you asked feebly, peeking up at the overly focused man.

“We’ve had this conversation a handful of times, don’t see why we need to have it again” he replied, glancing at you quickly.

“I know, but it might make you feel a little better” you tried again not wanting to push him too far.

“I–It’s just” he had to stop for a minute, his throat closing up too much to even speak clearly. You propped yourself up against the headboard, your lower back aching a little bit, adjusting Harry so his red tainted face was laid on your shoulder.

You could only coo at him, kissing his forehead, while your hand ran laxly on the side of his face. Your fingers brushing against the slight scruff against his cheek. Before moving your arm so your hand could massage his scalp at the back of his neck. Letting your fingers run through his lengthy hair at the same time. Your other arm reaches over to pluck a piece of tissue from the box, wiping under his nose softly.

“Just want them to have a normal life like you and me, it isn’t fair to them that they’ve got to deal with shit like this constantly because of me”

“Baby don’t say that, regardless of it all they’d still have to go through life meeting awful people”

“It isn’t the same y/n, with people like them they know the reason is because of their stupid last name.”

“H” you start sternly, rocking the both of you slowly “Don’t say stuff like that, you think if they had to choose you wouldn’t be their dad? They cherish you so much. I know it sucks I do, but you’re an amazing dad, there’s no one better for them. They would never hold something like that against you, they love you too much to”

“You’re a brilliant mum too. I’m sorry”

“You don’t need to apologize baby” You stopped rocking the two of you slowly, smiling down at him only to see: glossy somber eyes, a subtle simper, and a hiccuping chest.

“Stomachs getting bigger” he stated, his hand rubbing against your stomach absentmindedly.

“Thank you baby, just what every girl wants to hear”

“No! Not like that beautiful. Just meant now people can see your pregnant again”

“I’m teasing H, I promise the hormones haven’t kicked in yet.”

“Finally get to sleep with ur boobs in front of me every night” He said smugly, naturally looking at you for his favourable reaction.

“You’re such a child” you return, pinching his arm lightly “You wouldn’t want to put it in the nursery?” you ask.

“Wherever you want angel”

That radiant morning led you to now, an impromptu family trip to Target, the kids getting whatever their hearts desired–– to an extent–– while you and Harry stood here astonished by the arrays of different casting kits.

You raise your conjoined hands to point your finger at a baby blue box.

“That one? Genie told me that’s the one she bought” you queried.

He inspected it, twisting the box practically reading every word, before turning to look at the ingredients.

“H you probably don’t know what half of those things are”

He shrugged his shoulder in response, looking at the box one last time. “Sure it was this one?”

“Positive”

You were both meant to go find the kids until they had bustled around the corner, Chase pushing the loaded cart while everyone walked ahead. At the view of his parents. Alec had run ahead towards the two of you a motor car in his hand.

“Mummy! Daddy! May I get this please?” he asked, raising the toy above his head.

“Can I get this too please?” Bloo asked quietly, a lego set sat up in her palms.

“You guys were meant to keep them away from the toys” Harry told the older two. Knowing this would just add to their continual influx of toys. “Yes you guys can, go ahead and put it in the cart”

Alec had done his little dance, skipping his way back to the cart while Bloo walked herself carefully. Placing her set down as low as she could without causing any noise or crushing anything else.

“You both get everything you need?” you asked, following after the twins along with Harry, placing the kit into the cart.

You looked down at everything noticing some groceries, a few skincare items, a book, something for their rooms, and other things you couldn’t find that laid underneath everything else.

“Yep, ready to leave when you are” Sydnie had responded.

“Okay let’s head out, Styles” Harry exclaimed, as low as he could, to not disrupt anyone else, Clapping his ringed hands together once.

“Dude, you’re such a dad” Chase quipped.

“Almost like I’ve been raising kids for seventeen years huh?” He jested back, eyes opening wide in faux disbelief, traveling to bother Chase some more.

Giggling at the two, you looked down when you felt a body pressing into your leg. Familiar arms around your thigh. A distraught Bloo, looking up at you, her chin resting against your thigh.

“What is it, baby?” you asked, softly, tuning out the rest of your family.

“There’s a lady over there. She keeps looking at us” she informed you, pointing her dainty finger discreetly as she could to the woman at the end of the aisle.

Being only seven the twins had a mutual understanding on why their dad had to leave at times, but that decreased once more when you had fallen pregnant again. They understood all the rules.

a) if anyone was ever following, acting suspiciously always let mum or dad know–– if dad was there, definitely dad. b) never talk back to the idiots with the bulky cameras. c) Be careful who you talk to and what you say, some people aren’t always what they may seem.

“H” you called him over.

He walked over to the two of you, eyebrows elevated in question. His hand instinctively brushing over bloo’s hair.

“Uhm maybe we should send the kids to checkout” you tilted your head backward at the not so prudent woman with the shocked face. Her phone pointing towards the two of you.

You undoubtedly saw the happiness of his face shift to one of vexation and frustration as he glanced quickly, shrewdly at the woman. He extended his hand out to rub your elbow soothingly, nodding wearily.

He turned to the kids, masking his face as best as he could. “You guys go ahead and save a spot for us, me and your mum are gonna grab one last thing”

They didn’t care much, just wanting to get home as quickly as they could, Sydnie grabbing both of the twins’ hands.

Harry had kindly walked up to the woman, a displayed smile on his face, asking her to delete whatever she had managed to collect. You watched the encounter from the side, rubbing your belly softly, filled with mild angst.

She had apologized profusely (the embarrassment seeping in her voice), the kindness in Harry letting her know it was fine as long as he could watch her delete everything.

From her camera roll, Harry could see a video still of before the kids came, when you and him were looking for a casting kit. And some other videos of the family loitering in the target section.

He bid her a tight-lipped goodbye, after he kindly asked her again, though it was starting to run low, to go to her recently deleted–– he wasn’t the most tech savvy but he also wasn’t an idiot. Once that was ultimately done, he locked your hand into his.

“Are you okay?” you asked, securing your other arm up to wind around his.

“Just tired of the bullshit...” he sighed. He was just happy that he was able to protect his family this time.

You halt him swiftly; he looks back at you in confusion, until you lug him down for as much of a hug as you could. Feeling his shoulders sag in relaxation and his arms winding around your waist.

You stood next to Harry, in front of one of the sinks, reading the instructions.

“So we start with the lubricant first, use these...” holding up a roll of the plaster tape “dip them into warm water, and just putting them on” you informed Harry of your summary.

He nodded, his lip between his fingers as his eyes roamed over the paper once again. “I’ll go get you a chair, pee before we start” He yelled over his shoulder.

He walked back in, a wooden chair between his hands. Setting it to the floor gently, smiling at you to take a seat. Walking back to the sink,resting his hip against the packet of lubricant in his hand.

You smiled back at him as you took your seat. Deeming it be fit to wear running shorts and a tank top. Harry only in a pair of his joggers. Surprisingly after four kids, this was your first time trying a belly cast and you were a bit nervous wanting it to look just as perfect as it could–– adding your husband being a precisionist into the mix there was no guessing how this would turn out.

“Take off your top” Harry said smugly, bringing the white packet to his teeth– side eying you–– while he ripped it off. Turning to start the camera propped up on the counter. You insisted this had to be recorded as a little keepsake for the two of you.

You could only roll your eyes, trying hard not to feed into his ego. But the heat rising from your neck reported him otherwise. Tucking your arms back in the arm holes and raising the shirt off your body. Your body is bare except for the shorts adorning your legs.

Ogling at you like a caveman playfully at the sight of your boobs out and about, eliciting quick giggles from you. He walked up to you clasping your face between his palms, pressing your aglow cheeks together lightly–– the white, cold packet sitting against your left cheek lightly. Giving you three earnest kisses to your lips and leaning down in front of you, giving a peck to your belly button.

He squeezed some of the lubricant onto his fingers, deciding to start under your belly. You hissed at the sudden coldness hitting your skin.

“Okay?” he asked, eyes a bit wide and mouth slightly open.

“A little cold, but you can continue” you let him know.

He got at it quickly, once he finished that area he stood up a bit getting the sides of your stomach coated. Once he had finished, you stood up looking in the mirror at the shine of your stomach.

“Now for the fun part” clapping your palms together sitting back down, wistfully watching Harry wash his hands of the substance. He got the scissors cutting the strips of various sizes. Walking to you at times to make sure it fits properly.

‘Wouldn’t it be easier if I was next to you’ you asked.

Only to be replied with ‘No reason to have you on your feet, if I can walk to you.’ He unquestionably is just a bag of sunshine and everything good in the world.

Filling the sink with warmish water and placing on gloves. Snapping it on dramatically as if he was a doctor in a drama series.

“Dork”

He walked over with the first strip in his hand, water dripping behind him as he stepped closer to you. You pulled out your phone quickly wanting to capture a cute picture of this. Right as he placed the first strip you snapped the image. The only thing being seen was your protruded belly and below, his hands placing the plaster tape to your stomach, and a small tuft of his hair from the top of the picture.

He pulled away proudly, smiling down at his work, with his hands on his hips. “Look at that, looks perfect huh?”

“You’re doing good so far H” you confirmed.

It was only fifteen minutes later, half of your stomach–– and that wasn’t saying much.

“Baby it’s fine we’ll just sand it down” you tried to convince H for the last time, but he was stubborn as ever.

His mouth open in excessive concentration, puzzled brows pulled together as he removed the plaster for the fifth time. And from your point of view, you swore, he placed it back on the exact same spot.

“Just wait” he sighed, it wasn’t where he wanted it to be.

“Harry, we’re gonna be forever” you sighed, swaying your feet softly until one of them accidentally knocked into Harry’s leg. He looked down at you, eyes telling you to quit it.

“See there, you big baby” he grumbled.

“You’ve set it back into the same spot!” you exclaimed.

“No I haven’t, you’re just impatient...sounded a little brit there” he hummed, turning his back to you as he grabbed another slip.

“Shut up!”

Then there was, naturally, the sudden interruption.

Bloo had stumbled into the bathroom, expressing out about something one of her brothers did when she stopped taking into account, trying to figure out what was wrong with her mum.

She gasped, eyes wide at the greying stuff. “What’s wrong with mummy?” she asked, looking between the two of you.

“Turning mummy into a mummy!” He screeched, holding up a plaster strip.

She brought her hands up to her mouth eyes growing only wider, her lip already starting to tremble.

“You and your stupid dad jokes” you pulled Bloo closer to you, turning her back to Harry flipping him off behind her head.

“We’re just doing a cast, don’t worry baby. Remember that episode of Jessie when Ravi got that mask stuck on Luke’s face and ripped his eyebrows off” you explained, She laughed at the connection of the episode.

“Kind of like that, but without the eyebrows and we’re just using my belly” bringing your thumb to brush her brows up and the corner of her mouth clean. God what were they doing down there.

“Ohh okay that makes more sense.” you smiled back at her.

And Harry who had a bit too much fun when it came to the upper portion of the cast. Acting like Alec does when Paw patrol was on or when Sydnie when her dad allowed her his card to shop. Finding any reason to smooth down the cast with his wet hands. Or taking his time to cover your nipple, using his thumb to level it out. A haughty expression on his face growing the higher he got from your belly button.

“You’re acting as if we don’t have sex or take showers together” you tell him, popping another goldfish into your mouth (But not the good ones, the disgusting wheat ones Harry urged you and everyone else in the house to eat instead.)

“As if you don’t act like this when I take off my shirt”

He got you there, looking up at you to see you were not going to give him the eye contact he wanted. Your lips closed tight.

He delicately planted the last strip over the top of one of your breasts.

“Wait, it doesn’t look right”

“Harry!”

“Just joking y/n, now we wait five minutes and we can pop this off, sand it, and decorate it however you want” he told you, smiling at the finished product, leaning down to kiss your forehead then your lips.

“Wanna do it like this” you twisted your phone around to show him the image on Pinterest. A light blue belly cast, but you wanted it a pretty purple color, that was held against a frame, with butterflies of surveying sizes going across/diagonally the cast.

“However you want lovie” he told you again, pulling your head to his stomach, leaning down to kiss your head. Your arms winding across his waist.

“Thank you” you hummed in satisfaction.

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the-cult-of-russo · 4 years ago

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Ok so I've been coming back here to reread all of your work and I never get tired of it (the NSFW alphabet one is low-key my favorite one 👀) and let me tell you that you're one of my favorite writers and love all of your work.

You don't have to do it if you don't want to, but do you have hc of how Billy Russo would react/ be when he finds out that he's going to be a father? Based on your NSFW alphabet you did for him, you described him as a (extremely) sweet and caring person and I couldn't help to think about how he would be if he ever had a kid of his own.

(Once again, feel free to ignore this if you want to or feel uncomfortable doing it. It's a thought that hass been in my head for a while and wanted to get it out of my system lmao 😂)

First off, thank you! I really appreciate that 🥺🖤🖤🖤

Also, I love talking about headcanons, never worry about asking me about them lmao

So I just wanna say since I did write a multi chapter series about how Billy walked away when he found out that like, the idea for that happened because the first part, his letter to you, is what came to my head. And I wanted to write something sad and angsty. I feel like he's much more likely to stick around in all honesty but the boys got so many issues who even knows loool

But I just wanted to point that out because this will be different and I don't want people to be like; 'But Thalia... you did a whole thing where he left...' 😂

So yeah lmao

Remember, this is my Billy. AU, still bros with Frank Billy 👀😂🖤

I've split this into a few scenarios because I feel like there would be small differences depending on the context.

One night stand:

You had a one night stand with Billy. An amazing, ruin you for other men, kind of one night stand. But then you found out you were pregnant and went to Anvil to tell him. Of course when you turn up there he has no idea the bomb you're about to drop on him. Instead, he gives you a filthy smirk as you enter his office.

"Couldn't stay away?"

When you tell Billy you're pregnant, there's a long moment where he just blinks at you and you're pretty sure you might have broke him.

He cycles through a million and one emotions before it settles on a mix of sheer terror, shock and happiness.

He tries not to get offended when you blurt out that you'd understand if he didn't want to be part of his baby's life. He didn't want his kid to grow up feeling like he didn't love them. He's not his mother.

You're not offended when the first words to leave his lips are asking if the baby is definitely his. Its a valid question since you'd slept with him just hours after meeting him in a bar.

He tells you he wants to be there and of course he takes care of all medical bills and even tries to convince you to let him buy you a better place to live. Somewhere closer to him so you and the baby will be close by.

It wasn't planned or expected by any means but he wants to be there.

Casual sex/friends with benefits:

Billy comes over expecting to get some great sex and instead has you thrusting a pregnancy test in his hands. You're scared and upset and have no idea how he'll react. You've been sleeping together for a while but been friends for longer than that. His commitment issues are exactly why you're worried.

He sits down and stares at it, letting his brain try to absorb the fact he's going to be a dad. He feels the shot of anxiety run through him, wondering if he can do it. What kind of dad could he be? His own mother never loved him, would he be capable of loving a child?

But he knows the answer is yes. Because despite not even being in a relationship with you and this coming out of the blue, he feels excitement welling inside of him and he doesn't even realise he's smiling at the test in his hands.

When he looks back at you, sees how scared you are, he feels a pang of something in his chest that feels an awful lot like panic. He asks what you want to do, scared of the answer you'll give him. But of course you scoff and tell him you're keeping the baby.

Relief and happiness flood his body then as he gets up, hugging you tightly and stroking your hair.

"You don't gotta worry. I'll take care of you both, I promise."

And he means it. Once again he pays all the medical bills and he shockingly tells you he'd like to make a real go out of what you two have.

He buys a house for you and the baby but doesn't pressure you about him living there too. He let's you set the pace for what's happening between you.

Relationship/marriage:

He cries. Like a lot. Planned or not, the news has him weeping like a little girl. You're living together so he notices when you're feeling unwell. Notices that you haven't had your period since he normally gets you ice-cream and also gets you pads and things if you need them. He doesn't say anything though until you do.

So he gets the test for you. The pair of you sit on the bed after you did what you needed, a timer on his phone. The test is on the dresser across the room. Both of you are silent. Overwhelmed by what might happen. He really wants it to be positive. (If this wasn't planned then when you told him you might be, he started to really think about it and found he wanted a baby with you).

When the timer goes off you both jump up comically but hesitate near the dresser. Billy ends up being the one brave enough to look. You watch his reaction for a moment and you're startled when his eyes water, the way he looks at you with a beaming smile as the tears fall without him even noticing.

"We're havin' a baby!" He grins like a mad man, picking you up and twirling you around.

He's so excited that the second your feet hit the ground, he's on the phone to Frank telling him the news. Still crying, mind you.

Once he's made his phone calls, he tells you the penthouse is being left behind. He's buying a house near the Castle's for your new little family.

Both he and Frank fix it up and decorate it.

No matter which scenario it happens:

Billy goes to every appointment with you, every ultrasound. The first time he sees his baby, he cries. When he finds out if its a boy or girl, he cries. When he first feels the baby kick, he cries. When the baby's born, he's a mess. He attends every class with you and reads all the books he can get his hands on. And of course he asks Frank for advice about anything and everything.

He frequently talks to your bump, regalling the baby with tales of his life or reading from a book. He takes good care of you, anything you need, he gets you. You want pickles and a donut at 4am? Don't worry, Billy's got you. You need crazy good sex because the hormones are driving you up the wall? Billy's got you. You're sobbing because you feel like a beached whale and none of your clothes, even the pregnancy ones fit you? Billy's there. Telling you that you're absolutely beautiful. Radiant even. He gets one of his guys to buy you a bunch of clothes that fit and he cuddles you until you feel better. He dotes on you constantly, always calls and texts if he's not with you to make sure you're okay.

When you go into labour, he's there holding your hand and cheering you on the whole time. And the second the babys there, he's sobbing and smiling like an idiot. When he first holds his baby, it's a feeling he's never felt before. He feels complete in every way. So full of love he just might burst from it. And while a tiny part of him grieves for the baby version of himself that didn't seem to ever have that, he's overwhelmed by the pure happiness and love as he gazes down at his little ones face.

"Shit... you're so perfect."

He vows to be the best damn father he can be and the baby will never feel unloved for even a second.

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nalu4emily · 3 years ago

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The Unexpected Reward - Chapter 18

Summary: Natsu and Lucy go on a job together, but what they bring home is something neither anticipated. Forced to make a life changing decision, they have to adapt quickly, but that's never easy, especially given the circumstances. As they work together on their toughest adventure yet, they find themselves drawn to one another, in ways they never realised.

Rated mature for a reason. Although this chapter is all fluff.

With one last glance in the mirror, Lucy eyed herself closely in the reflection. Her eyes followed the movement of her manicured hand slowly drifting down the length of the lacy bodice, smoothing over a few creases in the skirt before finally resting under her bump. She studied the silk material carefully, appreciating the way it flowed off of her curvaceous body and delicately trailed along the floor behind.

It was beautiful, unlike the enormous meringue-like frock her friends had so graciously picked out for her. Gone were the days of wearing intricately designed, overly priced, princess dresses that left little room to move, let alone breathe. No, the one she'd picked out was much more flattering, less poofy, and delicately sat in just the right places. It clung to her every curve and emphasised all the parts Lucy liked about her body, whilst also accommodating her growing bump. Her silky blonde hair had been loosely pulled back and curled, decorated with small gem encrusted pins throughout. And her make up had been left minimal, giving her a simple but elegant finish—the look she favoured nowadays.

Her hand began rubbing small circles were it lay, a recent thing she found herself doing, a comfort to her racing heart as it pulsated through her body, echoing the erratic movements of her unborn baby.

She was anxious; who wouldn't be? But she knew that her guild mates would never allow such a day to go badly, they'd all put too much effort into planning it to allow for such folly.

As for Natsu… well, the boy didn't know what'd hit him once the guild found out. He had no idea what getting married really entailed, and figured, like she, it would happen much further into the future than it had. Their friends, however, had given them little choice in the matter, and within a month of the proposal, she was standing in her dream wedding dress about to make that lifelong commitment to the man just as clueless as she was.

In some ways, it all seemed rather convenient. If Lucy didn't know any better, she would've put her fateful coupling down to destiny, but those were the delusions of a small child who'd grown up alone in a big mansion, destined to marry some self important aristocrat and play housewife for his money.

A different life entirely.

Her meeting Natsu had changed all that; he'd opened her eyes to what life could really offer. She'd concluded, after many years as a member of Fairy Tail, that destiny really could be burned to ashes, that fate stood no chance against the likes of her friends, and that she was no different. It had been her choices that'd lead her down this path, and that she had always been in charge of her own future.

So getting married was no longer some massive event that held such great importance in her life, for she had found her true happiness. Married or not, her feelings towards the dragon slayer would never change, her heart belonged solely to him and had done for much longer than she'd ever admit to.

Instead, the wedding would be used a day of celebrating their long lasting friendship, their deep bond and most importantly, the love they'd shared so unconditionally for one another. They'd been through so much together; the pain and heart ache; the cheer and laughter and everything in between; every memory was precious and every moment from now on, even more so.

The longer she thought about it all, the more her eyes began to prickle with unshed tears, threatening to streak down her powdered skin, "Ugh… Stupid feelings..." She whispered, using her finger to wipe up the wetness.

"Aw, Lucy, you don't have to cry! Save it for the actual ceremony, you'll ruin your make up otherwise." Levy was quick to take out a clean tissue, dabbing away at her friends eyes whilst trying not to ruin her masterpiece. "Thank goodness for waterproof mascara, huh?"

"Sorry Levy, I don't know what came over me." She just couldn't understand it; where had all these emotions come from? "It must be my hormones…"

"Nope, I'm pretty sure it's because you're about to get married, Lucy. I imagine lot's of bride's get a little teary on their wedding day." Mira began, offering some words of encouragement. "And besides, Natsu will be just as emotional, I bet."

If memory served correctly, Natsu would be, no doubt, still in his boxers, piling food into his face alongside Happy and Haru, with not a care in the world. It was just a gut feeling, but somehow, Lucy was pretty sure their morning had gone very differently to hers. "Hmm… I don't know. Are we even talking about the same person here? I mean he's probably not even dressed yet."

Mira chuckled lightly, although Lucy saw right through it. She knew that if her words were true, the barmaid wouldn't hesitate to go full Satan-soul on the slayer's ass, ripping him a new one. But the woman said nothing more about it as she reached up to place the veil atop of Lucy's head, before standing back to marvel at the beautiful bride, "There. I have to say, Natsu's one lucky guy! You look good enough to eat, Lucy!"

"Um… thanks, Mira." Blushing, Lucy turned away embarrassed, knowing exactly what the take over mage was inferring, "How much longer until we're ready?"

"Twenty minutes. So we need to pick up the pace or we'll be late." Erza's thunderous tone came sharply from the doorway as she entered the room, her athletic body filling her own, full length dress out in ways Lucy felt slightly envious of. "And the bride shall not be late to her own wedding. We've all waited far too long for it to be ruined now."

Lucy chose to ignore that last bit, never one to dwell on what her guild mates inevitably spoke about behind her and Natsu's back. She quickly put her heeled shoes on and made her way to the door, "Is Anna here yet? She's supposed to be walking me down the aisle."

One of the few decisions Lucy had been allowed to make about her wedding day was who she wanted walking her down the aisle. In replacement of her mother and as someone who meant a lot to both her and Natsu, Anna had been the perfect choice that no one could really argue with.

"I'm here, Lucy!" Anna called, waving her hand as she entered the room, awestruck by how radiant the bride looked in her glistening gown, "Wow! Don't you look stunning! Then again, the Heartfilia gene has yet to fail us." She winked and smiled, "Let's hope this baby follows the same path, hmm?"

Chuckling, Lucy smiled for the first time that morning, feeling a sense of comfort and relief with Anna around. She shared the same kind disposition and caring nature her mother once had; maybe it was a Heartfilia thing? But if Lucy closed her eyes for just a moment, she could almost trick herself into believing Layla was standing right there with her. Maybe, in some weird way, she was, and that's all the young blonde could hope for.

"Time to go!" Erza bellowed, shooing them all out of the door, "We have a wedding to attend!"

On the other side of town, up on the hill where the small cottage stood, a very different story was unfolding, one of complete bedlam, and no one, not even Lucy, should've expected any different.

"Dammit! Why do I have to wear this ridiculous thing anyway?" Natsu grumbled, pulling at the tie around his neck, unhappy that he'd been forced to wear it instead of his beloved scarf. "It's tryin' to choke me, I swear!"

"I don't think it's alive, Natsu…" Happy uttered, having watched his friend battle the urge to destroy the thing for the past ten minutes.

"Yeah, but if it was, I'd totally beat it and burn it to the ground!" Fisting the air in triumph over his imaginary brawl with the inanimate object, the fire breather sniggered.

"You could just burn it now."

The fire mage's smirk turned into an all out evil grin as he went to summon his fire, reaching for the offending material dangling over his shirt.

"Although, I doubt a certain scary lady in armour would be too pleased… Not after everything she went through to get you to wear it in the first place."

And then it all came crashing down again, his need to set fire to it dissipating. He knew better than to go against something Erza had chosen and groaned obnoxiously, throwing his head back onto the pillows in a huff, causing hot smoke to seep from his mouth, "Stupid tie… Stupid Erza…"

Hearing a thump next to him, his eyes rolled to the side, his neck twisting in turn, only to find that Haru had slumped down onto his back as well.

His large blue eyes were fixed on his father's mouth and his lips were pursed slightly as he continued to stare. Then, with a look of determination, he blew with all his might, over and over again in the hopes of forming his own puff of smoke.

Unable to keep his amusement in, Natsu turned over to observe the baby closer, intrigue furrowing his brows and fascination lighting up his face when an untimely idea came to mind.

"Hey Happy, d'ya think Haru might be able to learn magic soon?" He contemplated the thought for a moment as he sat himself up, pulling the little one up with him.

Stopping to think about it, the exceed scrunched his nose up in disbelief, not entirely sure if now was really the time to be having such thoughts, "Really? But he's only just learnt to walk."

"I know, but look at him. He seems to want to." Natsu wasn't sure if he'd even be able to teach him how to breath fire, not without the use of dragon slayer magic and that was off the table. But then again, that wasn't the only thing he could show him. "It'd be kinda cool to see, don't ya think?"

"Uh… I'm not sure now is the time, Natsu… you don't wanna be late." Happy erred on the side of caution, but after one look of his friends scheming face, he was quick to give in, "Then again, it would be pretty cool to see what he does, I guess."

"That's the spirit! We got some time to kill before that Snowflake gets here anyway, so might as well have a little fun." Natsu grinned wickedly, ideas of how to go about it swirling around in his head. "Hey little guy, come 'ere! Daddy's got something to show you!" Igniting his palm, he watched excitedly for Haru's reaction to his magic.

The little boy, although startled at first, stared in wonder at the tiny flame so close to his face, and watched it flicker with the slight movements of his father's hand. It was captivating to be within reach of such burning hot fire, even if he'd seen it so many times before. Although the bright heat was something he so readily associated with Natsu, being this close to it was a first for him, and that made it all the more thrilling.

"Fire!" The child exclaimed, using the springs of the mattress to bob up and down in his excitement.

"Heck yeah, it is! And now that it's just us, we can be awesome fire dragons together, right Haru?" Natsu sniggered like the mischievous imp he was, and brought the kids hand up next to his ignited one.

But after taking one look between his and his father's hands, the little boy pulled away again, a sad expression adorning his sweet face as he stared into his empty palm, "No…" He mumbled, his bottom lip jutting out and his eyes filling with tears, "No!"

"I don't think he understands, Natsu." Happy interjected, not convinced the boy was anywhere near old enough to fully grasp how to handle magic.

"'Course not—not yet anyway. But he will one day, and it's gonna be the best!" The slayer kept his smile as he guided the little boy onto his lap, ruffling his thick hair affectionately to cheer him up again, "Chin up, kiddo! It takes a long time to learn how to wield magic. But with some practice, you'll be the toughest little dragon around, you'll see."

Listening to that calming tone, the child glanced up at his adoring parent, comforted by the big grin that always managed to reach his eyes, a gentle touch that embodied the very bond they shared. The mood was infectious and with a little coaxing, the small boy couldn't keep his lips from curving upwards, brightening the room around them once again.

With newfound courage, he reached his arm back out, placing it near to Natsu and waited expectantly, "Oh, so you do wanna be a dragon, huh? Alright then, but ya gotta give me your best roar first!" Natsu smirked, proud to have taught his son the 'non-magical' version of roaring (aka shouting really loudly) at the very least. And he did just that; at the top of his voice; no encouragement needed, "Whoa! That was super awesome, little guy! Now let's see how you handle this!"

"If you're about to do what I think you're gonna do, then I hope for your sake, Lucy never finds out." Happy warned, not wanting to take any responsibility for what was inevitably about to happen.

"Hey! I'm not stupid enough to burn down my own house. What do you take me for, an idiot?" The answer was yes, but Happy's restraint held strong, knowing he'd be heard even if he'd muttered it under his breath. Natsu, on the other hand, took no heed and brought both hands out this time, taking hold of the chubby little ones waiting for him, "Are ya ready?"

Igniting the flames once more, Haru watched the blazing magic slowly seep onto his fingers, a gentle warmth tingling his flesh, enough to make him flinch as it encased each tiny fist. After a few unsure moments, and the opening and closing of his palms, his blue eyes lit up with a wonderment only children seemed to possess, his very soul shining just as brightly as the flames he'd been gifted.

"Daddy! Daddy, fire!"

Natsu chuckled, as he leant back on the bed, using his now fireless hands to prop himself up, "Haha! I knew you had it in ya! Now you get to be just like a real fire dragon, and as long as you play with it on me, you can't burn anything, either." It was fool proof, he was certain of that. And with the look of sheer astonishment on that cute little face in front of him, Natsu could hardly contain himself.

"Yeah, right! Like you're one to talk…You're the first person to destroy things. It's why we never have any money." It was true and Natsu knew it, but that didn't stop the unimpressed glare he sent Happy's way.

"Why else do you think I put him in my lap?" The slayer tilted his head, his annoyance short lived, "He can't burn me so it's fine, and he's not really wielding fire, it's just pretend." He added, his infamous grin returning, and attention now fully diverted from the child he was supposed to be watching, "They'll go out before long."

"Sure, but, uh… I think Haru may have different ideas…" The exceed said, quietly gesturing to the boy in his lap.

"Huh? How so?" The fire mage asked, but by the time he'd turned around to see, it was already too late, "Haru!"

With one touch from the child's fingers, the fire caught on to the covers they were sitting on and spread like a fuse to a bomb.

"Get out of the way!" It lit up the entire bed in a flash, giving Natsu only seconds to get Haru off of it in time before they both landed in heaps on the floor.

It'd gone up so quickly; such was the destructive nature of those flames, and now his and Lucy's bed, the very bed they slept in every night, was a pile of smoking ash on the floor, the fire extinguished along with it.

Silence. All that could be heard was the silence…

"I… I-I'm dead… I'm so dead…" The dragon slayer's voice was barely a whisper, and his horrified expression said it all. The crushing weight of impending doom loomed over him and no amount of blinking was going to bring back their disintegrated bed, no matter how hard he tried.

What was he going to do? He'd been in control of the situation; he had a plan and it was fool proof. Not a few seconds he'd peeled his sights away from the child—just a few damn seconds and now...

And what about Lucy? She'd be furious, no… outraged by it all! He'd be seeing her in less than thirty minutes from now; how could he look her in the eyes, say their vows, then tell her she'd be sleeping on the couch?! That was a conversation that ended badly no matter what way he looked at it.

"You were saying?" Happy teased, covering his mouth with his paw, the rare look of mortification on his friend's face was priceless.

"Lucy's going to kill me!" His gaping sockets could barely keep his eyeballs from falling out, and his mouth hung low enough he could almost lick the ash off the ground.

"Daddy fire! Daddy fire!" Haru cheered, clapping his hands together while laughing, unaware of the chaos he'd unleashed, seemingly impressed with himself.

"Y-Yeah..." The young man slumped back against the dressing table, the feeling of dread taking over him the more he played out in his mind how he was going to tell his new, and very pregnant wife of the unfortunate news, giving him zero hope for survival, "You're gonna be the end of me, kid!"

"Like father, like son!" It was all too funny for the little exceed, who was attempting, but failing, to stop the flow of cackles escaping his mouth.

"Hey! Stop laughing would ya! It's not funny!" Natsu snapped, the sound of Happy busting his guts slowly grinding away at him.

"But it is! You should've seen your face! Shame Reedus wasn't here to draw the picture!" Happy continued to shriek with laughter, infecting little Haru as well.

"Not you, too!" Natsu complained, but his voice held no real consequence. After all, it was his idea to let the one year old play with fire, and it would be his sorry ass to own up and take responsibility.

"What the hell is going on in here?!" Startled by the unexpected but familiar voice, the trio of boys twisted their heads to see an out of breath Gray standing in the bedroom doorway.

"Oh, it's you… Don't you know how to knock?" Natsu dead-panned, apparently more annoyed by Gray's intrusion than the burnt bed.

"Never mind about that, I ran all the way here 'cause your house is smoking! What did you do this time, fire breath?" Glad to see everyone was fine, the ice mage sighed in relief that it appeared to be nothing serious.

"Hey! Why do people always assume it's me? Maybe it was Happy?"

"But it was you, Natsu."

"Shh! I'm trying to make a point here!"

"It was obviously you, idiot! You're the only pyro here!" Gray shook his head, hardly believing that this was the guy about to get married. "Anyway, we need to get going, or Erza will have our heads."

"But… but what about the bed?" Natsu whimpered like a child, pointing to where it once stood.

"Wait… You burnt down your own bed?! What is wrong with you, Dragneel?! Of all the days to be a bigger idiot than normal, you pick today?" Gray smacked his palm over his face exasperatedly. He hadn't even noticed that it was the bed that'd been burnt, but now it was clear to see where all the smoke was coming from.

"Come on, numbskull! We don't have time for this!" Grabbing hold of the still-in-shock Natsu by the collar, he used his ice magic to freeze all of the ash lain bare on the floor, effectively halting the smoke and yanked his rival out of the house, determined to get to the cathedral on time, "We'll deal with your stupidity later, but right now, you gotta get married and I'm prepared to drag you all the way there if I have to."

Lucy could feel the blood pulsing in her ears, her hand clutched at her belly as the sickness she'd been suppressing all morning finally reared its ugly head. She felt sticky and clammy from the extra adrenaline coursing its way through her body—and was now an appropriate time to say she needed to pee… again!?

"Take a deep breath and try to relax yourself." She heard Anna whisper into her ear as they both stared at the large cathedral doors. "When you walk down that aisle, remember its only you and Natsu that matters, no one else, okay?"

Giving a shy nod, she inhaled deeply, as if that was going to be her last breath and tried to calm herself down.

"Are you ready?"

Bowing her head once more, Lucy could hear the guests grow silent behind the large doors, the loud creaking signifying they were opening. Planting one heeled foot over the threshold, the blonde looked up to everyone that was waiting for her entrance, and it was in that moment time seemed to stand still.

Among the gasps and gleaming faces; the decorated pews and hard stone floor; hazy, chocolate eyes scoured the ancient hall. There they all were; her friends; her family; every single person that held such importance in her heart. It made her happy, ecstatic even, that this joyous day could be celebrated with the people closest to her, the people that'd accepted her for who she was and nurtured her into the person she was today.

She hadn't even realised she'd stopped breathing until her lungs began to ache, forcing her to inhale a large breath of air as her legs began to slowly, and shakily, walk forwards.

Her dress glimmered in the dim light of the medieval building, capturing the eyes of the crowd, lighting up the very aisle as the long train behind her rippled with each step she took towards the altar.

But nobody, not even the keenest of dragon senses could see the pure beauty the way he did. With heat pooling in his belly, he watched the girl he loved make her way towards him, dazzling as brightly as the stars she wielded. His mouth ran dry, and his heart skipped many beats, making him question whether it was just his imagination. She appeared before him within a blink of an eye, and it was all to easy to just wash the others away.

"She's all yours, Natsu." Anna said, releasing her arm from Lucy's firm hold and winked at them both, gladly stepping back to let them take centre stage.

But neither mage heard her as their eyes connected for the first time, too enraptured by what stood before them, too absorbed in their own little world, and nothing could penetrate it.

"You… You look beautiful, Lucy." Natsu wasn't easy to fluster, but the pink tinge on his cheeks told her she'd succeeded. "Really… really beautiful…"

Her own bashfulness became evident too, her eyes soaking in his glorious form as if she'd been starved of him, "You're looking pretty good yourself, Natsu." She studied him up and down, her gaze becoming hungry for more. It wasn't very often she got to see his exceptionally toned body in something so formal, and she was totally going to make the most of it.

"T-Thanks..."

The playful wink and cute chuckle only served to make the pink on his cheeks grow darker, as if this was the first time she'd ever paid him a compliment.

‘Wasn't Lucy the one that usually reacted like this?’ He wondered, unsure why his face was suddenly feeling so hot.

“Although, I have to say, it’s still a little strange seeing you without your scarf on.” She admitted, unable to take her eyes away from his slender neck. Usually it didn’t come off until he was ready for bed… or other, less innocent things.

"You can thank Erza for that! She stole it from me and made me wear a damn tie instead." His petulant tone had the blonde sniggering into her hand, his instant annoyance enough to quash any tension left between them, "She even made Haru wear one."

Lucy glanced over to where Haru was sat in the crowd, who, although dressed in something entirely impractical for a toddler, was happily waving to his mother with the biggest grin on his face, "Poor guy…" She said, waving back, "He does look super cute in it though."

A loud cough from the front halted them in their tracks, finally breaking them out of their little bubble, "When you're quite finished." A loud voice echoed through the cathedral walls, making both mages stand to attention and face the front like naughty school children.

An older gentleman with a bald head and long beard stood before them, his bushy brows making it hard to see where his wrinkles stopped and his eyes began glared impatiently at the pair, tapping his fingers on the book he held in his hands, "Now, let's begin."

With an exaggerated sigh, his voice traipsed along the pages of his book, an aged tone that said he'd spoken these words all too many times before, had read those same lines, and joined countless lovers together in matrimony over the years. He was practised and poised, an elegant and poetic speaker, able to captivate his audience…

Unless they were Fairy Tail, of course, and more specifically a pink haired, impulsive dragon slayer, who's attention span rivalled that of a five year old. He'd zoned out the moment the old guy had started rambling, too interested in getting to the good bit—eating food and kissing Lucy, obviously.

It all sounded like drivel, mindless, unnecessary drivel, that seemed never ending, and the hall was so deafeningly quiet, which, was unnerving to say the least when trying to distract oneself.

Well, except for one faint noise, that was.

Thanks to his excellent hearing, he could hear little Haru babbling from the pews. He was being ever so quiet about it considering his lack of awareness for what was going on, and the sudden urge to turn around and take a peek at what he was doing seemed almost too much for the fire mage.

With the slightest quirk of his head, he glanced back to see the small boy playing with Happy's tail, minding his own business, perfectly content without him or Lucy there.

Satisfied to see the infant playing so calmly, Natsu went to turn back around again when a loud 'Daddy!' stopped him in his tracks. The small boy, who'd not been aware of his father's peeping only a moment ago, was now trying to scramble over the blue exceed to get to him.

"No Haru, you gotta stay there. Stay with Happy!" The desperate fire mage whispered, pointing to the cat as a sheepish grin took over at the chaos he'd caused. "Daddy will be over in a minute, kay?"

"You're making it worse, Natsu, turn around!" Lucy whispered rather loudly, never looking away from the old man still talking as she leaned in.

"Sorry Luce, but I could hear Haru talking to himself. I just wanted to see what he was doing." Natsu explained, rubbing the back of his head in habit, "Not my fault he caught me looking."

"You looked at him first, of course he was going to notice you." She said a little louder, enough that the people sat closest to them could hear.

And that was all he needed for the small smirk to creep its way onto his lips, "Oh, so you were watching, too?"

"N-No…" She stuttered, giving herself away, "I wasn't…"

"Liar."

"Okay, fine. But why do I have to listen to this and you don't? I'm just as bored as you are." She admitted, her whispers getting louder the more irate she became, "Do you know how many times I've had to keep myself from yawning? And I really need to pee, too!"

As important as she knew this part of the ceremony was, it didn't half drag. Couldn't they just say 'I do' and be done with it already? Who cared about some God when her feet were starting to hurt!?

"Well, aren't you full of surprises… Maybe you should've gone before." He sniggered, knowing exactly how to push her buttons, relishing in the glare that had imminent death written all over it.

“It’s not like I’m carrying your baby or anything…” She huffed, crossing her arms.

"Alright, if your that desperate, I could always make him go faster." His face lit up with the most mischievous grin, igniting a small flame on his pointer finger.

"Natsu! You can’t do that! You’ll get us kicked out!” She rolled her eyes, though she appreciated the sentiment.

"Aw, come on! Not even a little singe?" He pointed his fiery finger towards the man in front of them, edging it slowly closer on purpose, "His brows need taking back a bit, don't you think?"

Lucy chortled at the thought, highly amused by the man's enormous brows being set on fire and couldn't stop the giggles that followed, her restraint finally caving, "Maybe just a little bit!"

"Will you two pay attention and turn to face each other." The old man grumbled, none the wiser to their little inside jokes. "Present the rings."

The blonde continued to chuckle as she turned to face her partner in crime, her steady heart picking up pace a little now that they were staring right at each other.

His unwavering smile and silly behaviour was something she had always admired. His ability to lighten any situation, regardless of how grim it may seem, instantly had her smiling along, too.

"Now, Natsu, please say your vows."

Inhaling a deep breath, the young mage knew he'd never been good with words. Lucy had always been the speaker, the writer, the one able to talk her way out of most situations, and although the vows he'd prepared were not long like sappy love letters or poetic or book worthy, they came from the heart and that's all he could offer her.

"Luce… I gotta admit, I never saw this coming." He chuckled, his hand tangled into the hair at the back of his head, "And I know for sure you didn't either, but that's okay because no matter what happens, we'll always be Natsu and Lucy, and we'll always be partners."

Without looking away, he held her shaky hand and slipped the precious ring onto her finger with ease, her delicate skin soft against his loving warmth.

"I've always known you were special to me, it just took a while to realise how much, I guess… And apparently adopting a kid with your best friend isn't normal, so…" He shrugged nonchalantly, never giving it much thought, but earned a giggle from Lucy in return. "But I knew you'd put your all into being the best Mom you could, just like in everything you do. You're a super kind person with so much love to give, it's why you're so precious to me, and I wanna protect that with everything I've got. So, that's my promise to you, Lucy, I will protect your heart, so long as it continues to beat."

She gasped, feeling the air leave her lungs as if she'd been winded. It was short and to the point but those sweet sounding words of his, the very meaning behind them were enough to make her knees tremble. She stared, mouth agape at the man that stood before her, blown away by his promise, astounded that he'd once again found the perfect things to say.

A few unplanned tears escaped as she looked over to the little boy in the pews, then peered down to her rounded tummy, feeling the butterflies and the baby's movements fluttering around inside. So much had changed, and this would be a whole new chapter to add to their never ending adventure, an overwhelming thought that seemed all too much for her to get to grips with.

Feeling a warm hand cup her cheek she looked up to the sweet smile of her lover, the person that meant everything to her, and felt this fingers wipe away her tears. He always had a way of filling her with encouragement, even, it seemed, with just a single gesture.

"Thank you, Natsu. Now Lucy, you may begin." The old guy uttered, his gruff voice quieter than before.

Placing her free hand over the top of his, she brought them both to rest on her belly, her smile reaching her eyes as the small kicks poked at their skin, making them both chuckle.

"Natsu, there are so many things I could say that I admire about you; I could also find an equal amount of things that annoy me, too." His sudden pout made her giggle once again, along with the rest of the guild members, "But that doesn't matter, because that's the person I fell in love with. You're loyal, brave and strong; your silly, impulsive and like to fool about, but you also bring smiles to everyone around you, an ability that only you seem to possess.

I can't remember how many times you've shown me the light, lifted me up in my time of need and carried me until I could stand on my own two feet. Your presence and comfort has always been my safe place, somewhere I can call home. You're such a beautiful person, and I'm so lucky to be able to call you mine."

Tears began to fill her eyes again, and she was sure his had become a little watery too.

"So, in return for all that you do for me, and us as a family, I promise to play with your hair when your motion sick and rub your back when you eat too much." Natsu's cheeks lifted up to his eyes, scrunching them closed in amusement as she, too, grinned back at him.

"I promise to love you with all of my heart, to lift you up in your time of need and put a smile on your face when your feeling down. I promise to be loyal, brave, and strong for you, too; to fool about and make you laugh, and to always be there to stop you from going overboard.

I'll forever stand proudly at your side, and hold your hand through whatever life throws at us. You've shaped me into the person I am today, and if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have this wonderful life, such amazing friends, or a family to call my own." The tears that welled began to spill down her pink stained cheeks, but the smile that had been there all along never wavered from her lips, "You're my everything, Natsu, and you will be until the day I die."

A single tear drop slowly trickled down and dripped off of his chin as his breath hitched in his throat. As time once again stood still, it felt like he and Lucy were the only ones present; no longer able to see the guild watching their every move, or hear the grumpy old man scold them for not paying attention. Lucy was his sole focus and without waiting for the final lines to be read, the young groom impatiently pulled her in, and welded their lips together in a display of affection that had the crowd wooing and whistling for them in celebration.

"Congratulations to the happy couple!" Mira mewled, throwing confetti and flower petals over the two still very much consumed by one another.

"Can you believe it? After all these years, they're finally married!" Levy squealed in her excitement, deafening poor Gajeel in the process.

"Who'd have thought our boy, Natsu, would've ever settled down?" Wakaba stood from his seat, cigarette at the ready.

"Yep! It seems like only yesterday he was pulling pranks and starting fights with the other youngsters." Macao smirked, his arms crossed cockily over his chest.

"That's because it was yesterday, Dad! Natsu hasn't changed that much…" Romeo shook his head at the two old farts, but smiled when he looked back to his idol, "Then again, he does have a family now. I guess getting married just kinda made sense."

"Nothing they do makes sense, kid. You only have to look at 'em to see that." Laxus spoke from the pew behind, his thunder legion companions sat right along with him.

"Yes, but they have made their pairing work. As a team, they're like clockwork and as a couple, they're impenetrable." Erza's smile brightened her face as she glanced on at the two newly weds, proud of her friends and of how far they'd come.

"Alright guys, let's move this to the guild! I wanna get my booze on and the bar is waiting!" Cana yelled, drink bottle already in hand as she, along with most of the others filtered out of the cathedral, not wanting to spoil the couples moment.

Natsu and Lucy, however, were in a bubble all of their own; where soft, tinted lips met hot, firm ones in a passionate battle that neither wanted to lose. But the need for air was far stronger, forcing them to separate and stare into each others eyes as they caught their breaths.

"You know, you're supposed to wait for me to pronounce you husband and wife before embracing like that." The bushy browed man said from behind the altar, glowering at the couple he had no hope of controlling.

"Oh… uh, sorry about that… Kinda got swept up in the moment." Natsu grinned sheepishly, chuckling to ease the tension, while Lucy just hid herself behind him.

"Hmm… Well it doesn't matter now. What does is that you are legally bound. Good luck to you both."

"Thanks!"

They watched the man take his leave, only then noticing that the hall was empty, "Huh… Where'd everybody go?" The fire mage was sure the hall had been filled just a moment ago.

"So you guys finally came up for air, huh?" Gray walked over, he and Juvia, along with Happy and Haru the only ones left. "Everyone's gone back to the guild to wait instead of watch you both suck face. Seriously, how long can you hold your breath for?"

An oblivious Natsu only shrugged, but a blushing Lucy was quick to hide her face from Gray's knowing smirk, turning the opposite way to where Juvia was standing with the little baby in her arms, and the blonde's face lit up instantly, "Oh, look at him! Isn't he just the sweetest? And he didn't cry once throughout the whole thing! What a little sweetheart!"

"Yes, Juvia is quite surprised herself that he stayed quiet. Juvia can't say he does the same at night though." The water mage chuckled through her tiredness, a look Lucy was all too familiar with, "But Juvia doesn't mind, not when Gray is so willing to get up with him."

"Aww, Daddy Gray to the rescue, huh? And here I thought you were worried about the whole thing. Looks like you're doing just fine to me!" Lucy said, turning her attention to the ice mage standing there.

"Worried? Who said I was-?" And then it clicked, "Natsu! You told Lucy what I said? That was just between us!" Gray turned to the fire mage, who, had since recovered his own son from the pews, walking him back to where they were all standing.

"Yeah, I know. That's why I only told Lucy, duh!"

"Don't 'duh' me, you weren't supposed to tell anybody, and that includes Lucy!" If he could've smacked his head on a wall, he would've… Or better yet, smack Natsu's!

"But I tell Lucy everything…"

"Oh, you do, do you? That's funny, because I'm certain there's something you haven't told her yet, right?" The look of fear that flashed across Natsu's face was enough to make the ice mage drop his annoyance in favour of revenge.

"Not told me what? Did something happen?" Lucy cocked her head as she looked up from the cooing baby, her sights flickering between the squabbling duo scowling at each other.

"Should I tell her, Natsu?" Gray's smirk was almost sickening, his own pleasure outweighing the consequences.

"Don't you dare, Popsicle!" The fire mage bit out through gritted teeth, "Or I'll rearrange your face with my fist!" If looks could kill…

"Is anyone going to tell me what's going on?" The curious look on Lucy's face quickly turned to frustration the longer she was kept waiting, "Natsu?" Slowly she traipsed her way over, backing him against the rows of benches.

"Uh oh! Looks like hell is about to break loose..." Happy sniggered from his perch on the altar, high fiving Haru as he began to giggle, too.

"Oh dear… You may have started something there, Gray dear." Juvia said, passing the sleepy newborn over to his father.

"Nah! Natsu had this one coming." He sniggered, shushing the baby back to sleep.

A vein popping on her forehead, Lucy's irritation had just about reached breaking point, "Speak!"

Swallowing thickly, the young man looked up to his very new, very pregnant wife, just like he knew he'd have to and wished momentarily that the ground would swallow him whole, "Well… Uh… I-It's kind of… Um…" What was he supposed to say? "I-I was playing with Haru this morning and, u-uh, stuff happened and our bed is now… gone."

Raising a brow, the girl looked even more confused, "Gone? What do you mean, it's gone?"

"Gone… As in it was there… and now its not." He really wasn't doing himself any favours.

"Natsu..."

"Happy did it!" He panicked.

"Hey! No I didn't, you burnt it! You let Haru play with your fire, not me! I warned you it would end badly, but you wouldn't listen and now-"

"You did what?!" Her eyes were blood red as she glared at the suspecting dragon slayer, her hair reminiscent of a certain Satan soul mage. “You burnt down our bed?!”

It was in times like this he was glad that she couldn't out run him, especially not at the moment, as he pegged it for the exit.

"Natsu Dragneel! Just you wait 'til I get my hands on you!"

Her yelling from behind reminded him of all the times he'd found himself in this exact predicament, whether it be from destroying a building or their bed, it brought a smile to his lips at just how familiar it all felt. It seemed as their evolving relationship and family changed and grew, his vows rang true, they would always be Natsu and Lucy, and that would forever be the same.

With one solid push of the large cathedral doors, he opened them wide, allowing the natural afternoon light seep into the old walls. Readjusting the boy in his arms, and with Happy flying over head, he chanced a small glance back at his livid wife stalking her way over to him, and grinned mischievously, sealing his already doomed fate with his final words, "Come on then, Luce! But you'll have to catch me first!"

Thanks for reading!

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ushiwakaout · 4 years ago

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Can I ask Groom! Osamu miya x Bride! Reader fluff where it basically covers they're wedding? 🥰💞

yes 😭 i love wedding stuff

ima do nsfw under the cut bc freaky wedding shit is hot 💀

warnings: nsfw under the cut || 18+

keeping the tradition of not seeing the bride a day before/ day of the wedding, Osamu is really missing you because for the past 5 years y’all see each other every single day, every morning and every night prior.

so he call you and he’s drunk but he’s also crying

“baby, i can’t sleep, i want to see you but i don’t want any bad luck because i love you too much to lose you.”

he’s a big cry baby for sure when he’s drunk

Osamu makes Atsumu check up on you bc he knows you miss him a lot and Atsumu is his twin obviously

you: “Atsumu, what are you doing here?”

atsumu: “Lover boy made me check up on you, don’t fall in love with me now.”

you: “there’s a reason why i chose Osamu over you Atsumu... even if you look exactly alike.”

atsumu: “don’t be fucking rude sister in law.”

You’d probably have to kick atsumu out bc he just reminds u of osamu too much and u can’t hug or kiss him so you’re just moody

You go to sleep early bc you just want it to be your wedding day already

But the day of your wearing, you are really jittery and scared because you just want to see Osamu already. And thank god both of you decided to do a reveal beforehand. “Are you nervous?” Atsumu asked his twin. He chuckled and shook his head, his eyes covered by a black cloth “Of course I am. I’m marrying my soulmate, what do you think?” Atsumu shed a fake tear, “I thought I was your soulmate.” The bumped shoulders and shared a laugh. “She’s coming.” The brother noted as you where coming out of the hall and into the garden where Osamu was waiting for you. Atsumu helped his brother take your hand and patted his shoulder, “Hey hubby.” You chuckled, tighining your grip on his hands. “Can i look you you now?” He let out a nerveous laugh, acting a little jumpy. “I mean... if you want.” you joked as he took off his blindfold. He groaned the second he looked at you, “You gotta be shitting me.... You look so fucking beautiful.” He cupped your cheeks and touched foreheads, “You are so fucking gorgeous, how did i get so lucky.” Osamu let out a sniffle. “No, don’t cry!!! You’re gonna make me cry!”

“How can i not cry!!! I’m getting married to my soulmate, and you look so fucking radiant... And i love you- so, so much.”

“Osamu, shut up, i don’t wanna cry.” Too late, you’re already crying and your makeup artist is quit to fix your makeup.

When walking down the isle, Osamu begins to tear up again. Atsumu is patting him on the back and i don’t think he could ever choose someone better for his baby brother.

And when it was time to kiss the bride, his former teammates and friends whistles and howled as he dipped you down under him.

While walking together down the isle, his grip tightened on your hand as he pulled you ear to his lips. “I guess you’re my wife now.” He made you chuckle, “I guess i am.”

At the venue, food from Onigiri Miya was served and other assortments. But as much as it was Osamu and your wedding, the best man (Atsumu ofc) had to stand and make a toast.

“Hello, hello. As all of you should know, i am Miya Atsumu, the older brother-”

“We’re twins.” “You’re twins!” Both you and Osamu yelled

The blonde twin rolled his eyes, “Well one of us popped out first, right? That was me, the more sexy, handsome and talented brother.... Anyways, let me start over. My brother ‘Samu is probably the luckiest man alive to have married such a wonderful girl. Y/n thank you for somehow falling in love with my brother and making him so utterly happy that it’s disgusting to be around him because all he talks about is you- his wife... His new soulmate- because like it or not, that was me at some point.” A bundle of laughter erode in the crowd of family and friends. “And dear brother,

The two of you looked at each other and laughed, shoving each others shoulders before raising a glass.

You ate, danced with your parents and noticed that Osamu wasn’t anywhere near. “Can i have all of you attention please.” You turned around to see your husband, standing with a mic in hand, his tie lose and a hand in his pocket. “Uh- Hi.... God i still get really nerveous looking at you.” He said, locking eyes with you. “Do you mid sitting down? Can someone get my, uh- my wife a chair please.” Atsumu came rushing with an extra chair and put the seat behind your knees and patted your head carefully not to ruin your hair. “Okay. How do I start this. Y/n, i love you. And i think i’ve always had. From the day you transfer to Yako Junior High, I still remember the way you kept giggling while trying to introduce yourself and i fell in love with that laugh, i can’t get enough of if... I also remember that you where the only one who could tell me and Atsumu apart. You told me that my eyes looked like smokey quarts while ‘Tsumus looked like tigers eye... and that made so much sense to you but to us- we thought you where weird.”

“What about now?” You cut him off, “And you’re still weird, but that what’s why i fell in love. You’re gentleness, when you taped my fingers after volleyball practice. The love you give my brother although hes the greater evil... You made my family your own and i’m so utterly and completely great full for you. If it weren’t for you, Onigiri Miya would be what it is now.... I would be who i am now if it weren’t for you... So thank you for rejecting me the first two years of me confessing and falling so deeply in love with me.”

The two of you, eyes full of tears meet half way when you run up to hug him. His hand on your lower back while you kissed him and the other caressing your cheek.

Through the night Osamu would caress your thigh because you’re dress had a slit up mid thigh. His hand would slide across your thigh to caress the warm inside of your skin. During the dance he drew circles on your lower back and slowly go down and back up again. While you where done, powdering your nose, Osamu had the great idea to follow you and lock the door behind him once he got inside. He stood behind you, creeping his fingers to be wrapped with yours. He nibbles on your neck, careful not to leave love bites. He pushes your chest on a nearby table while lifting up you’re dress as he got on his knees. Osamu kissed the folds of your pussy through the white lace underwear you wore. He set the cloth aside and licked your folds before leaving a sloppy kiss on your clit. His tongue roamed your wet cunt before pumping in his fingers in, to slide them out again and clean them with his mouth. Osamu palmed his cock over this pants as he stood to unzip them. “We’re married now, you won’t mind if I cum inside that tight pussy of yours, right?” Hes fingers wrapped around your neck as he lined the tip of his cock to your entrence. “You’re gotta have to be quiet, they don’t need to know that my wife is a cock whore. Or do you want them to know that miss little perfect is a cock slut for her husband... You want your parents to know that their daughter is dripping on my cock?” He slammed his cock inside you, making you moan into his hand. “You want them to know you love yelling my name in bed?” Osamu was ruthless while he fucked you from behind, “You’re lucky i gotta keep you pretty because your cute little mouth would be wrapped around my cock... crying and drooling since you can bearly take my cock down your throat.”

Osamu tightened the grip on your thighs as he came, “Fuck don’t move... Shit- ugh~ You’re still so tight for me.... Fuck~ you’re so fucking sexy, i wish I could rip this off you but i know i can’t because you’d kill me.”

The two of you let out a tired chuckle... “We should get back.” You sighed, reaching to pat his naked thigh. “First-” Osamu rubbed his thumb against your clit as he slowly pulled out, “-You need to keep the cum inside you baby... So i’ll just pull these up for you.” He pulled up the white underwear back over your ass before he gave it a kiss. He picked you up with his arm and kissed your neck, “Do you feel that? My cum running down your tight hole.” His hand slipped down to your lower tummy. “I fucked you so good, so well, that in a few months you’re tummy is gonna be full with my baby... our baby.”

He kissed your neck again and fixed your hair. “Let’s get back to the party, yeah?”

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gureishi · 3 years ago

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Happy birthday, beloved Bee!

My dear friend @agent-bee—I can’t tell you how happy and honored I am to know you. I’m constantly in awe of you: you’re talented and smart and funny and strong and thoughtful and sweet and also extremely hot, and I’m so lucky to be your friend. Here is a little gift for you, babe ❤️

By midday, you are exhausted.

Everyone has been demanding your attention all at once today; you’ve hardly gotten a second to yourself. You make your way across the small office and sigh as you sink into your chair. It’s not that you’re not capable of all of it—you are; it’s not that you’re not appreciated for your efforts—you are.

It’s just that it’s a whole lot all at once and you’d sort of hoped that today would feel special.

Idly, you check your phone, which has been steadily buzzing throughout the day as messages trickle in from your friends and family. Each one gives you a little burst of joy—but they don’t solve the problem, which is that you’re here and you’re tired and you just need to stretch your legs or maybe have a nap or a glass of wine.

Your phone lights up as soon as you look at it—and you smile the way you always do when you see his name. He’s been strangely quiet all day; you’ve wondered if he went back to sleep after seeing you off this morning. He does that sometimes.

You unlock your phone—and have to put a hand over your mouth to stop from laughing. What has he done?

It’s not the first time he’s gotten into your phone remotely and messed with things, but this is a new one: all of your apps, it seems, have been replaced by little cats. Cats in birthday hats.

There’s a fluffy white cat in a bright pink hat. There’s a big black cat covered in streamers. There are pictures of your cats, which you suppose he’s just taken today.

You know you’ve got a message from him, but you can’t figure out how to open it—when you tap the tabby cat that used to be your messages button, it wiggles and purrs. Suddenly—seemingly of its own accord—text appears across your screen.

“Come outside, meow,” it says. It’s pretty obvious who it’s from.

“Uh,” you say, standing abruptly. “I’ll be right back.”

If your phone were working normally, maybe you’d scold him. You’re at work, after all—and you really do need your phone for more than just cats—and—

And it’s so cute you could cry. You cross the office and your coworkers wave vaguely at you—everyone’s busy today. You can feel your heart hammering against your ribs as you push open the door to the street, wondering—hoping, praying—that he’ll be waiting for you.

You step out onto the curb and—oh.

One of his cars—a sleek silver Porsche—is parked right in front of your building. But it’s different.

And there’s a familiar face framed by messy red hair beaming at you through the window.

“Welcome to my spaceship, sunshine,” he says.

“Saeyoung.” You’re not sure whether to laugh or roll your eyes or kiss him. “Saeyoung, what did you do to your car?”

He winks, leans across the front seat, and opens the passenger side door for you.

You shake your head. The car looks crazy.

On the outside, he’s mounted bright red fins and a matching nose cone. The seats inside are covered in red leather and there’s a glowing control panel hung next to the steering wheel, which—knowing him—probably works. His face is lit up by hundreds of little glowing LEDs. The thing is definitely not meant to be driven on the road.

He pouts when you linger on the curb.

“Don’t you trust me?” he whines.

You do. Of course you do.

“Are we gonna blast off or something?” you ask, slipping into the front seat and inhaling deeply. You love the smell of his cars: leather and gasoline and him.

“In a sense,” he says, reaching over the console to squeeze your hand.

You watch as Saeyoung starts the engine. He always gets this intense look on his face when he drives, like he’s really about to catapult you both into space; he pulls out onto the road and you can’t resist leaning over and kissing the spot where his neck meets his jaw.

He giggles nervously, merging into traffic.

“Um,” he says. “You’re distracting your captain, honey.”

You laugh and lay a hand on his thigh, smiling when he squirms. He turns off the main street and you know he’s heading for the highway—and you should stop him, because you’re really not supposed to disappear from work for so long, but he’s got a glimmer in his eye and the sun is bright through the windshield and you feel lighter than you have all day.

“Baby,” you say, slipping your hand into his jeans pocket and watching his fingers tighten almost imperceptibly on the wheel. “I am technically at work right now.”

He turns to you and his smile is radiant.

“Just a quick trip to space,” he says. “I’ll have you back before they notice you’re gone.”

And it makes no sense, but you don’t doubt him. You lean back in the soft leather seat and feel the engine hum beautifully beneath you. He’s exiting the highway already—turning onto a back road you’ve never seen before. He drives one-handed, reaching for you—and you intertwine your fingers with his and watch curiously as he maneuvers his car across an empty parking lot and up the ramp of what appears to be a loading dock for a warehouse.

“Don’t think I’m doubting you for a second, baby,” you say slowly. “But how legal is this?”

He grins and puts the car in park, and then he presses a button on the car’s “control panel” and the big, industrial door to the dock starts to close behind you.

“Let’s call it medium legal,” he says.

The door shuts with a clang. Saeyoung smiles, winks at you—and then turns off all the lights in the car.

“Oh,” you say. “My god.”

In the total darkness, stars come to life—thousands of tiny ones on the roof and sides of the car. They’re glow-in-the-dark just like the ones on the ceiling of the bedroom you share—but they’re sparklier and somehow more startlingly three-dimensional than those.

They almost look real.

“Welcome to space,” he whispers, tangling a hand in your hair and pulling you close. “I made it for you, sunshine.”

You look into his fiery eyes and want to cry. It’s absurd and impractical and absolutely excessive, just like him—and he’s done it all for you.

“You’re a very good space captain,” you say, knowing your voice sounds strangled and strange. He gives you a glowing smile and then kisses you tenderly, so soft and slow it makes your head spin.

“You wanna know why I did it?” he whispers, his breath tickling your lips. You nod and he brushes your hair off your face, looking at you with a sort of heart-stopping intensity. “I know this is only a teeny tiny sliver of the universe,” he says. “But I wanted to give it to you.”

You kiss him again and he shivers.

“Why, baby?”

“Because,” he says. “Because every morning I wake up and you’re still curled up in my arms the way you were when we fell asleep, and I listen to your heart and feel the universe expand a little bit.”

You know what he means.

“And why else?” you purr. It’s too easy to tease him when you’re in the dark like this—and you run a hand up his thigh and watch his pretty eyes go wide.

“Because your birthday is my favorite day and you deserve to spend it in zero gravity,” he whispers. You can see by the light of the glow-in-the-dark stars that his cheeks are pink; you nibble his ear and he hisses.

“Is that all?”

“Because you’re my Bee,” he says, his voice shaky now, his hands tugging hopelessly at your hair. “And I love you.”

You already know.

“I love you too, baby,” you whisper. You kiss him more deeply this time and his whole body seems to come to life—his skin is hot to the touch and you can practically feel him buzzing.

“Don’t you, uh…” he stammers, trying to focus on you. “Didn’t you—you know—work?”

Your heart pounds so loud you can hear it echoing. His makeshift rocket ship feels solid and steady beneath you and his eyes are as bright as the stars.

“It can wait,” you say.

“Yeah,” he whispers, his breath hot on your neck, his hands falling to your waist. “Today’s special, after all.”

#mystic messenger #saeyoung choi #707 #saeyoung x bee #birthday fic #i love bee!

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taetaespeaches · 4 years ago

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“We’re empty nesters now, Dear.”

jimin x reader (or oc) genre: fluff word count: 2.5K

a/n: Hi lovelies! Here we go with Jimin and Dear!!!!! This takes place the night Jimin and Dear meet up with Tae and Peaches in “Wait, I’m nervous.” It’s just Jimin and Dear being soft for their friends and each other. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :))

HAND in hand, you and Jimin walked from your parked car toward the diner, only about twenty minutes late which was pretty typical for you two. The night air was just chilly enough to cast a pink hue on Jimin’s plush cheeks, making him look extra adorable as he breathed out with a shiver.

Feeling your eyes on him, he looked to you, smiling at you bashfully. “Hmm?” He hummed in question, you shaking your head.

“You’re just so pretty,” you told him nonchalantly, directing your gaze forward as Jimin continued staring at you.

Suddenly, his lips were pressed against your cheek in a series of affectionate kisses before he mumbled, “thank you, Dear,” against your face.

“What’s our excuse for being late?” You asked, looking toward him, only for him to cock his head in confusion.

“What do you mean? Traffic?” He asked, not sure why you would lie when you genuinely did just get stuck in traffic… this time.

“Well, are we trying to keep up with the newlyweds?” You asked, referring to Taehyung and your best friend, Jimin laughing against your side. “If so, we should lie and say we were in the throes of passion,” you joked, Jimin giggling adorably.

“Why are you acting like we’re some old married couple? We haven’t even been together for two years, you dork,” he pointed out through a breathy laugh, you smiling in amusement.

“Are we not an old married couple?” You asked, Jimin throwing his head back in laughter. “It’s been a wild not quite two years, I just think we need to show them we still got it,” you joked, your boyfriend shaking his head as he leaned toward you, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“We do still got it, Dear, do I need to remind you of that?” He flirted, shooting you a suggestive smirk with his eyebrow raised, you biting your lip.

“I wouldn’t mind,” you shrugged, Jimin kissing the same spot on your temple again.

“Let’s get through dinner you minx,” he told you, you smirking to yourself. We do still got it, you thought to yourself.

Spotting your two friends in the diner window, you smirked as you tapped your boyfriend’s forearm, pointing them out. “Should I scare them?” You asked, Jimin giggling as he nodded.

Acting like a ninja, stealth and all, you crept up to the window, wearing a cheeky grin as you quickly knocked on the window, Taehyung and his finally girlfriend, your best friend, snapping their heads to you with wide eyes.

You and Jimin waved happily, your friend clutching her heart as Taehyung glared at you, Jimin grabbing your hand as he dragged you toward the entrance.

By the time you made your way inside, Taehyung and your friend were latched by the lips as if they weren’t in the view of others. It was actually adorable, and you found yourself grinning at your boyfriend who was smiling widely at the new couple.

“They really are like newlyweds,” Jimin noted, you looking back at him giggling. “Jesus, did we ever do that? I can’t remember the last time we kissed in public like that,” he said as you both made your way to the booth, you laughing at his surprise over the PDA.

“Jeez you two, we’re in a public restaurant,” you teased as you slid into the booth, Jimin scooting in right after you. As the two love birds stopped making out in front of everyone, Taehyung wrapped the girl up in his arms.

“Whatever, we’re in love,” he told you and your heart clenched at the comment, you and Jimin smiling giddily at them. You and your boyfriend had both been anxiously awaiting the day your two best friends would finally admit their feelings to each and allow themselves to actually act on them.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, grabbing Jimin’s thigh in excitement, all three of them shooting you confused looks, though Jimin’s was a bit more amused than the other two. “This is our first time all hanging out since you two finally got together,” you noted happily, your friend rolling her eyes but smiling nonetheless.

“Calm down,” she told you, you smiling in amusement. “It’s the same as it’s always been, just,” she looked to Taehyung, “now we’re in love.”

A scoff left Jimin, you looking to him to see him rolling his eyes sassily. “Right, ‘cause you two haven’t been in love with each other for the past four years at least, right?” He retorted, you giggling as Taehyung shook his head, a smile planted on the man’s face.

“Anyways,” your friend interjected, “Why are you two late this time?” She asked as the waitress made her way over to take your order.

“Tr-” you started to explain, Jimin speaking over top of you.

“We were in the throes of passion,” Jimin announced just as the waitress got to your table, asking if you were ready to order but walking into a conversation she was not prepared for.

You immediately hid your face behind your hands as you held back a laugh, Taehyung staring at your boyfriend with wide eyes, and your friend shamelessly snickering as she locked eyes with the waitress.

“Yeah, I think we’re ready to order, these two need to refuel,” she joked to the poor waitress, you kicking your friend under the table, only making her laugh more.

Though Taehyung and your friend were more affectionate than before, the double date was just like normal, all of you laughing and joking together. Despite the relationships between you and Jimin, and Taehyung and your friend changing over time, starting as a group of four friends, turning into two couples, the dynamic of the friendships never changed. It was something you were thankful for.

The four of you had been through a lot together; confusing feelings occurring throughout, you and Jimin getting together and then breaking up, putting a strain on the friendships, finding your ways back to each other, Taehyung and your friend pining after each other for years. But the friendships were a constant in your life that you really appreciated. And the four of you really loved each individual person in the group.

Perhaps that was why you felt a sense of pride when looking at the two new lovebirds. Proud of how far they had come. It wasn’t until your best friend’s sleeve slid up, revealing the words, “I’m in love with you” on her wrist that you realized just how happy you truly were for them.

As the two ‘newlyweds’ were distracted by a conversation between the two of them, you squeezed Jimin’s thigh, his eyes looking at you attentively. “What?”

Pointing to your friend’s wrist, Jimin’s eyes softened upon landing on the intricately drawn words. Directing his gaze back to you, he found you pouting, immediately smiling affectionately at you.

Leaning into you, he kissed the top of your cheekbone. “You’re so cute,” he whispered in your ear. Pulling away to look at you, he added, “truly,” his eyes relaying his sincerity. Scrunching your nose in response, he tapped the tip of it with his finger. “The cutest.”

At the conclusion of the evening, as Taehyung and Jimin playfully fought over the bill, you and your friend waited outside for the two adorable idiots. Bumping her shoulder, you raised your eyebrows at her.

“What?” She asked cluelessly. Glancing down to her arm, she held back a knowing grin. “What?” She questioned again, you rolling your eyes.

“Was there perhaps a confession tonight?” You asked her, the girl sighing as she downplayed it.

“We already knew we love each other,” she explained, looking down at the sidewalk with a growing smile.

“Yeah, but like, this is the first time saying it since you became a couple, right?” You asked her, your best friend meeting your eyes as she gave you a nod, her smile instantly widening, making her look giddy. “God you two are cute,” you cooed, reaching out to squeeze her cheek, your friend pushing your hand away with a whine. “My baby is all grown up,” you teased smittenly.

“Stop,” she complained, dragging the word out just as Jimin and Taehyung started toward the door of the diner, both of your eyes landing on the two men.

“Just tell me this, was it perfect?” You asked your friend, bumping her arm with your elbow.

Shooting you a smirk, she nodded, your heart melting at how blissful she looked. “I’m really happy,” she assured you in a soft tone, you smiling widely at your best friend.

“You’re gonna make me cry,” you told her as Jimin and Taehyung’s voices resounded in your ears as they stepped outside, still bickering like the old high school friends they were. “I want to hear all about it later,” you added, your friend chuckling with a nod.

“Yes, mom,” she told you, teasing you for your sometimes overbearing affection for the girl.

“Good girl,” you teased back, pinching her cheek once again, your friend once again shoving your hand away with a groan. The two men chuckled at your interaction with your best friend, Taehyung instantly wrapping the girl up in a hug.

“Ready to go home?” He asked her, your friend nodding against his chest.

“How about you?” Jimin asked, leaning in to place a sweet kiss to your lips before you could respond. “Want to head home?”

Looking down the street, you noted how quiet the night was. “Wanna go for a walk?” You asked, Jimin’s eyes widening just before his wide smile made them turn to crescents.

“Sure,” he said simply, his smile radiant under the light from the moon. “Hey, thanks for the food Taehyungie,” Jimin teased his friend, Taehyung playfully glaring as your friend giggled in his arms. “Get home safe,” your boyfriend said next as you started walking slowly in opposite directions.

“You too,” your friend called out as Taehyung started dragging her down the street, the girl laughing loudly at his antics. “Love you,” she called out, you and your boyfriend shouting it back before you began walking the other way down the empty sidewalk.

Reaching for your hand, Jimin intertwined his fingers with yours and the rush it sent through you felt like the first time he took your hand the night you met. It was in a club, and you had every intention to sleep with him that night. However, it took less than an hour to realize you wanted Jimin in your life for more than just one night.

Looking toward your lover, you couldn’t help but smile at how delightfully happy he made you. Feeling your gaze on him, he turned to you with expectant eyes.

“You’re staring a lot tonight, Dear,” he teased, you smiling as you nodded.

“I can’t help it,” you told him, leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek. “I don’t think there’s been a single day since we first met where I haven’t loved you.”

Shooting you a look of surprise, he then gave you a cocky smirk. “Are you saying you fell in love with me at first sight?”

Giggling at the man, you squeezed his hand. “No, but maybe at first conversation. Or maybe I just knew I was going to love you, I don’t know for sure.”

“I think I knew I was going to be hopelessly in love with you right away,” he confessed. “Tonight actually reminds me of that night.”

“It does feel like that night,” you smiled, “except I’m a lot happier now,” you added, looking up at the sky to see the bright moon above you. “You know, I was very smitten with you that night, but here we are three years later and I’m even more smitten.”

“I’m happier now too,” he told you, watching you as you stared above.

Slowly dragging your gaze downward to him, you scrunched your nose at the realization his eyes were set on you. “I’m constantly loving you more and more,” you told him sincerely, Jimin flashing you his pretty smile as his eyes scanned your features.

“Can I have this dance?” He asked suddenly, his hand that wasn’t wrapped around yours coming to meet your lower back as he pulled you to him.

“Always,” you whispered through your grin. As he led you a slow dance under the moonlight and streetlight, you rested your head against his chest. “I felt like a proud mom watching those two tonight,” you giggled, Jimin chuckling with you. “Is that completely ridiculous?”

“I felt the same way,” he confessed, you looking at him to see his soft features smiling at you. “Our babies are all grown up,” he cooed, you pouting. “We’re empty nesters, now, Dear, what will we do with all our free time?”

You hummed in thought as Jimin gently spun you. “Maybe we should pick up a hobby,” you joked, your hands meeting his shoulders as he continued to sway you both. “Pottery?” You suggested, Jimin pulling a feigned thinking face with his eyebrows raised. “Knitting?” You continued. “Ooh, how about making birdhouses?”

“Ok, now you’re really taking this old married couple thing to extremes,” he teased, you laughing loudly. “Bird houses? Are we sixty?”

You both continued giggling as you stared into each other’s eyes, feeling an overwhelming amount of love and happiness from the man holding your body in his hands.

“Speaking of kids though,” Jimin suddenly spoke. “Have you ever thought about kids with me?” His eyes appeared nervous, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at his uncertainty.

“Is that an actual question?” You asked, Jimin smiling.

“Humor me,” he told you, pulling you a little bit closer against his frame.

Placing a hand to the side of his neck, you soothed your thumb across his skin. “I think about it all the time, Chim. I can’t wait to have kids with you. I can’t wait to see you as a father, you’ll be amazing.”

“Please, you’ll be a natural at parenting,” he told you, dismissing your compliment, though you knew he appreciated it.

“No but really, our kids will never go a day without knowing they are so loved and supported by their father,” you said sincerely, feeling tears prick at your eyes. “I just know no matter what path they choose, you’ll be there cheering them on and showering them in affection, and I just can’t wait to see it”

Gently blowing into your eyes, you giggled at his attempt to dry your orbs. “This makes me want to go home and start making babies now,” he joked, you throwing your head back in laughter.

“Cool it, Park, we have time,” you reminded him. “But just know, yes, I am absolutely thinking about it and I’m looking forward to it.”

“Me too, Dear. More than you know,” he told you before pulling you flush against him, wrapping you up in a tight hug.

In the cool air, under the bright moon, you simply just stood in each other’s embrace. Three years earlier, you had just met, and though you knew Jimin was going to be important to you, there’s no way you could have predicted just how much he’d impact your life. It was hard to picture a life without the man, but luckily, you knew you never would have to.

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jjungkookislife · 4 years ago

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The Key to My Drawer Ch. 11

pairing: Taehyung x f. reader

genre: b2l, smut 18+

wc: 2k

warnings: cursing, marking (hickeys, scratching, bruises), oral sex (f. receiving), hair pulling, mention of m. masturbation, fingering (f. receiving), unprotected sex, light breathplay, creampie... pretty vanilla tbh

an: you don’t have to read this as there’s no plot continuation to the main story, i just wanted some sweet smut

date: September 13, 2020

Do you love me too…?

The front door opens. You look up, tears in your eyes as Taehyung walks in with a shy smile on his lips.

“I see you got my letters,” he states with a grin as he sets his duffel bag aside, shutting the door after him. He only has a second before you’re running into his arms, crying tears of joy. He wraps his arms around your waist, holding you tight.

Taehyung presses his forehead against yours, his thumbs wiping away the tears, but they just keep flowing.

He chuckles before asking, “do you?”

You answer him by pressing your lips against his, enjoying the taste of his lips, “I do.”

Taehyung smiles into the kiss, caressing your cheeks, “I love you. I’ve wanted to tell you for so long, but I could never find the words.”

“I love you too,” you giggle. Taehyung grins, kissing you once again. Your arms wrap around his neck, holding him close as his hands rest on your hips.

It’s not long before the sweet kiss turns passionate. Taehyung grips you tighter, a moan escaping your lips. He takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. You clutch him by the shirt, stepping back as he steps forward.

Taehyung blushes, panting as he asks, “do you wanna go to the bedroom?”

You nod, biting your lower lip, “yes.”

Taehyung swallows thickly, pressing his thumbs into your hips as your back meets the wall. You gasp at the soft impact. Taehyung takes the opportunity to kiss you again, his teeth gently tugging at your bottom lip as your fingers weave their way into his hair. A deep, guttural groan fills the space between you as his head tilts back, your nails grazing his scalp.

His dark hooded eyes meet yours. His tongue peeks from between his lips, “I love you.” You look away with a sheepish smile, not expecting him to say it again. Taehyung uses two of his fingers to lift your chin so you’ll meet his gaze.

“I love you so much. Don’t ever doubt it.” You nod, kissing him once again as he holds you close, your lips never parting.

You fumble your way to his bedroom, shutting the door to keep Tannie out.

Taehyung bubbles with excitement as he leads you to the bed, kissing you once he’s got you lying on your back. Your hands cup his face, grinning as he leans in to kiss you once again. How is it possible that all your dreams are coming true? You’re half tempted to pinch yourself to make sure it’s real.

Taehyung can see the storm brewing in your eyes. He leans back on his knees as he has you sit up.

“Talk to me,” he encourages, his fingers brushing your cheek as he pushes your hair back so you wouldn’t hide beneath it.

“I’m just having a hard time believing this is real…” you admit ruefully. Taehyung nods in understanding, licking his lips.

“I know, I do too. It’s been so long and it’s hard to believe it’s all real.” Taehyung takes your hand in his before placing it over his chest where you can feel his heartbeat. “It’s real. I’m real.”

“I love you,” you respond, your gaze firmly on his as you pull him into a kiss.

Arousal pooled deep in Taehyung’s abdomen, coursing through his body as he kissed you. He groans, trailing kisses down to your neck, elated that he can take his time with you. He’s in no rush at all today, and he’s grateful. He’s got you all to himself and he can bury himself between your thighs until the next day if he so pleases (and if you allow him to).

Taehyung kisses every inch of your body, not missing any part of you. He kisses your breasts, your fingertips, and more before he settles between your thighs.

Your skin tingles from his lips, anticipation boiling inside you as his beautiful face is all you can focus on.

“What?” He asks with a coy smile that has you smiling in turn. You bite your lip, looking away. Taehyung shakes his head as he sits up, two of his fingers moving under your chin to turn you to face him. His hooded eyes see right through you.

“I want you…”

Taehyung smirks, capturing your lips in a needy kiss that leaves you breathless. When he chuckles, his breath ghosts your lips before he’s kissing his way down your body, taking his time marking your skin. You moan when he nips your inner thigh, his large hands grabbing each of your thighs, pulling you down further. You look up at the ceiling, grinning like a fool as he places each of your legs over his shoulders.

“Tae…!” You whine, wanting to cover yourself but he nips your thigh to silence you. Another protest sits on your tongue, but it’s soon forgotten when his tongue meets your wet folds. Your eyes flutter shut, your hands searching for purchase before they become embedded in his hair. Taehyung grunts in approval, his tongue flicking your clit to tease you.

“Tae!”

Taehyung is enjoying every cry of his name and moan that escapes your pretty lips. He’s ached to have you like this. Plenty of nights he had fallen asleep to thoughts as sinful as these with his hand wrapped around his cock. When his heart didn’t yearn to be with you, his cock did. You riled up feelings in him that drove him wild, that made his love for you mold into lust and back again. You were intoxicating to him; you were everything.

“That’s it, love. Moan for me,” he grunts as he pushes two of his fingers into you, his eyes on your face, watching as you lose yourself under his touch. You feel wonderful wrapped around him, taking his fingers so well. He has no doubt you’ll take his cock just as well. The thought alone has him throbbing.

“I’ve missed you…” he admits in a quiet tone, more so to himself than to you. You card your fingers through his hair, your gaze softening when it meets his.

“I’ve missed you too. I love you…”

Taehyung grins, licking his lips. You don’t miss the glistening on his cheeks before he’s back between your legs, eating you like you’re his last meal. You cry out his name embarrassingly loud, clutching him hard as your eyes shut tight. Taehyung chuckles, tongue swirling around your clit as a third finger slides into you with ease.

“Taehyung. Fuck. I-I can’t,” you whimper, biting your lip and arching your back.

Taehyung growls, “you can and you will. Cum. Cum for me, baby. Right now.”

Your moans grow louder, your body writhing as Taehyung rubs your clit with his thumb. His eyes never leave your face as you tremble and shake, gripping him tight as your mouth releases a sweet cacophony of moans.

Taehyung’s grin is radiant, “such a good girl.”

“Tae,” you breathe.

“I’m right here,” he assures you as he kisses your forehead, his hand caressing your cheek.

Your lips meet his as your fingers find themselves tangled in his hair as your legs wrap around his hips. He grunts, grinding his hips down on yours as his tongue pushes past the seam of your lips to deepen the kiss.

“I love you, Y/n. So, so much.” You feel tears run down your cheeks as you look up at Taehyung. His thumb wipes away your tears before he’s kissing you once again.

“Love you so much,” you whisper as you pull him close. You hold him tight, his lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss that leaves you seeing stars. He pushes into you, capturing the gasp of surprise that leaves you.

Taehyung pins your hands over your head, his fingers entwined with yours.

“Mine. All mine,” Taehyung groans, eyes fluttering shut as he thrusts into hard. You curse, eyes rolling to the back of your head as Taehyung sets a steady pace that hits every spot deep inside you as you drool and beg for more.

“Yours, only yours. Only want to be yours, Tae.” You assure him as his hand moves beside your head to hold his weight. You lick your lips as you ogle his body greedily. How many nights have you thought of him just like this? How many nights had you wished you could run to him and have him fill you just as he had on your birthday? How many times had you fantasized about him holding you and kissing you just like this? Too fucking many to count.

Taehyung kisses you, his teeth nipping your bottom lip. You arch into him, hands wrapping around his neck to pull him closer. His chest presses against yours, thrust never slowing as he fucks you harder, deeper, drawing sinful moans from your lips.

When his lips move to your neck, your nails rake down his back as you secure your legs around him. Taehyung groans before rolling over. You grin, licking your lips as you admire his taut chest. You splay your hands on him, fingertips brushing his nipples.

“Fuck, please.” He bites his lip. His hands grip your hips, guiding your movements as you lean down and kiss his neck. You leave your mark right below his ear before rocking your hips. Taehyung grunts, breathing heavier as he feels his cock throb when you clench around him.

“Tease,” he chuckles when you release him, rising to sink on him once again. His head lolls back into the pillows, his hair a mess of tangles and frizz as he moves it side to side before opening his eyes.

He’s panting, hands exploring every inch of your body within reach. His hand wraps around your throat, lightly squeezing the sides. Your eyes roll back; your hips moving wildly as you try to milk him for all he’s worth.

“Tae! Tae! Taehyung!”

“My name has never sounded sweeter,” Taehyung comments. He digs his heels into the bed, holding your hips tight as he fucks up into you. You cry out, your fingers rubbing your clit before taking one of his hands and placing it on your breast. Taehyung smirks, squeezing your breast and teasing your pert nipple as you whimper. He knows you’re right on the edge and he wants to take you over, smother you in ecstasy.

You smirk, taking his hand and wrapping it around your throat. Taehyung is surprised but squeezes lightly once again, watching your face as you become overtaken with pleasure. Tae grunts, watching you come undone on his thick cock. Every one of your delicious moans goes straight to his cock. You throw your head back, rolling your hips and grinding down on him as you cum.

“Fuck, Tae. Fuck.” Taehyung fucks you through your orgasm, biting his lip when you tighten around him, trying to coax him into an orgasm of his own.

“Baby!” he grunts, eyes squeezed shut as his stomach tightens. Pleasure courses through his body as your name rolls off his tongue and into the air. His hold on your hips tightens, near painful, but all is forgotten as rope after thick rope fills your cunt. You sigh in content, bouncing gently on his cock to help him ride it out.

“Fuck,” Taehyung draws out the word as he inhales deeply. You giggle as you place your palms on his chest before leaning down to capture your lips in a quick kiss.

Taehyung’s large hands run up and down your back as you sit up before climbing off him to lay at his side. He places his hand on your hip, “hi.”

“Hi,” you smile before kissing him once again. Taehyung smiles into the kiss, causing you to do the same as it comes to an end. His palm cups your face, his loving gaze makes your heart pound erratically in your chest. He was yours and you were his and nothing could come between the two of you. All those years of pain and miscommunication were over.

You’re suddenly hit with a memory from your childhood as you gaze into his eyes, “isn’t it beautiful?”

Taehyung’s lips pull into a small smile, “you remember?”

“I do.” You lay on his bed, looking absolutely beautiful beneath him. His eyes roam over every inch of your body before he’s kissing you again, lost in the euphoria that is you.

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nataliedanovelist · 4 years ago

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GF - The Girls and Their Ghosts

For @evaroze, a sweet gal who inspired me with her super kawaii art. I hope you enjoyed it! And a special shout out goes to @stephreynaart and her comic, who never fails to make me laugh and I couldn’t help but include it in this piece. (There may or may not be a part 2...)

(slight name change to better fit a cute headcanon)

~~~~~~~~~~

“MOVE! MOVE! OUTTA THE WAY!”

“Ouch!”

“Sorry, sorry!”

“Oh, dear me!”

“SHADDUP! MOVE!”

“Stanley, calm down.”

“PICK UP THE PACE, SIXER, I AIN’T MISSING THIS!”

Ford rolled his eyes with a smile on his worn face, weather-beaten and tired, but he continually ran after his twin. Despite the fact that their bodies would hate them for this later, they ran through the hospital as fast as they could. They weren’t this late when Soos had his son. Luck just hadn’t been by their side this time.

After battling a fierce storm to reach the coastline, finding the Stanmobile and having to explain why they were picking it up earlier than scheduled, racing to the center of the state, and parking in an emergency handicap spot, the old sailors in their mid-eighties used all of their strength to reach the Gravity Falls Hospital in time. While Ford was beyond jubilant, Stan was the most frantic and spirited, but that didn’t mean Ford didn’t punch three jerks in the face when confronted at the docks and that he would have no issue using a recovered memory gun to wipe some cops’ memories of a speeding Diablo.

Stan jammed the button for the elevator a few times, decided it was too slow, and bolted to the stairs. Ford followed, pulling out his magnet gun, and called, “Stanley, grab hold of me!”

Inside the stair-covered hallway, Stan grabbed his brother tightly and Ford shot upward, zapping them up a few floors and they landed like cats at the door to the sixth floor. They ran down the hall and Stan counted the doors. “Four… five… six… damn it, where’s eighteen?!”

“Grunkle Stan?”

Stan would recognize that voice anywhere. He ran faster (Ford didn’t think that was even possible) and around the corner Mabel, Gideon, Soos, and Dipper and Mabel’s parents were in a small waiting lobby. Mabel skipped to the old men happily, letting her orange-haired fiancee stay behind at a safe distance, and she hugged them tightly. Ford and Stan squeezed her tightly, haven’t seen her since the summer, the old tradition of a long reunion still going strong, and they soon let her go to have a look at the beautiful young lady with long brown hair, eyes that matched their own, and black lips with pink eyeshadow.

“Well?” Ford huffed, low on oxygen.

“She’s fine, everything’s okay.” Mabel giggled and patted their shoulders. “Any minute now.”

“We did miss it?” Stan checked hopefully.

“Nope!” Mabel said cheerfully. “They wanted to be alone for this, but when the baby’s born we can all go in.”

Stan held his pounding chest and collapsed into a chair. Soos was there to pat his shoulder and welcome him home, to which he immediately asked where his grandson was and if he was too cool for him now, but Soos just laughed and said that Melody would bring him once everything had calmed down.

An hour or so passed before nurses and the doctor started to leave the room. A few more minutes passed with everyone watching the door carefully and soon a very tired-looking Dipper emerged, pinching the bridge of his nose with a bandaged hand. It was amazing how much he resembled the men before him, sturdy and strong like his Grunkle Stan, but still fluffy and favored layers of clothing, like his Grunkle Ford. Like most men in the family, he required glasses, which he happily sported, alongside a small golden band on his left hand and a brown fur coat an old friend had given to him as a wedding present. Dipper had a little bit of stubble, promising a short old dutch beard and possibly a mustache (Stan prayed not a stupid mustache), and despite the bags under his eyes and the tiniest bit of redness that circles his soft brown spears, the windows to his soul sparkled with pure joy and his smile was radiant.

In an instant, his twin sister ran to him and he engulfed her in a huge hug, one that swept her off her feet and spun her around and made her giggle like the child she was at heart. Mabel eventually let him go to ruffle his hair and then asked, “So…”

Dipper grinned, his eyes sweeping the area to see who had arrived in time, and he croaked, his throat thick with emotion, “It’s a girl.”

Mabel squealed and bounced like there were springs at the bottom of her heels. Their parents high-fived and the new grandmother looked close to tears. Soos punched Gideon’s shoulder with a smile. Stan sneakily handed Ford a ten dollar bill, both grinning widely at the arrival of their first great-grandniece. God, that made them sound ancient.

“Congratulations, Dipper!” Ford cheered and clapped a six-fingered hand on his shoulder.

“So when can we see the little princess?” Stan asked with a huge smile.

“Right now,” Dipper said and opened the door for the small crowd.

Stan slipped his beanie off and held it with hands that trembled with excitement. Every time he was allowed in a delivery room had been special. Dipper and Mabel being born had been both painful and joyful, being the first new family members that didn’t hate him or pity him. Jacob Stanley Ramirez’s birth had been honorable with tears and hugs and no hint of pain, though Stan never became a father like he had once dreamed, he was now a grandfather. Now, his own little niblings had a baby to call their own. Stan had been terrified that he might not live to see this day, so he was grateful that not only he got to be here, but that Ford was here with him.

In the bed, freshly cleaned, tired, and glowing with pride and love, Pacifica held a pink bundle in her arms. Dipper was by her side soon enough, rubbing her shoulders and kissing her forehead in thanks. Her smirk immediately went to the old men, but it was too distracted by a trembling, squealing woman her age.

“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh! Paz, she’s perfect!”

“You haven’t even seen her yet, Mabel.”

“Don’t care, she’s my niece, therefore she’s perfect!”

“Well, come here and meet your goddaughter.” Dipper chuckled.

Mabel was suddenly deadly still, the still-est she had been all day. With the color drained from her face and making her look like a vampire thanks to her mixture of pink and black outfit, she whispered, “I’m… I’m…”

The new parents nodded with supportive smiles. “No one’s better for the job, hon.” Pacifica said earnestly.

Mabel could only bite her lip as she stood by her twin and peered down at the bundle.

Stan and Ford stood by her side, now at the foot of the bed, and awed at the sight. A teeny tiny head was swaddled in the midst of the soft blanket. It was like when Stan saw those newborn twins all over again. A blank canvas with small resemblances to their parents. Stan swore this gal had that Pines’ baby button nose and she somehow already had that perfect Northwest skin complexion. His opinion may be biased, but who cares? This baby was the most beautiful Stan had ever seen (right next to his other kids, duh).

“Wow…” Stan choked. “She’s p-p-pretty.”

“Stanley, are you crying?” Ford chuckled.

“Shaddup.” He said weakly and wiped his wet eyes with his arm.

Pacifica smiled warmly and offered, “Wanna hold her, you old fart?”

With a quick cough and a clearing of his throat, Stan nodded and sat in the offered chair by Pacifica’s side. At this point the old man was an expert on accepting babies and how to hold them properly. He had been practicing since he was seventeen and got to hold Shermie’s son, who today became a grandfather and looked ready to fight Stan for a chance to hold the baby.

However, this time was different. Stan couldn’t be selfish with his time with her. She had tons of other people to love her and make sure she was happy. She didn’t need him. So much unlike Stan, who fought Shermie for five more minutes to hold the twins, and who held Jacob for hours as he cried silently, he let Ford hold the newborn after a few minutes and was content in watching. The rapid trip had tired him out.

“What’s her name?” Ford asked his grandnephew.

“Angelina Susan.” Dipper said proudly.

Everyone was merciful enough to ignore how wet Pacifica’s eyes were.

~~~~~~~~~~

Ford had been having a conversation with Dipper over mugs of coffee while Stan entertained Angel when the conversation accidentally morphed into a monologue of Dipper explaining the progress of his ghost-hunting show to his old idol. Ford was listening. Or, half-listening.

As it was customary, Stan found a new snuggle buddy by letting Dipper’s daughter sleep on his chest, a hand over Angel protectively. The baby was almost a year old now and slept with her thumb in her mouth with dirty-blonde hair that she inherited from both parents. Ford smiled at the bright child. While Stan had always been amazing with children, there was something special about Angel that Ford couldn’t quite shake. Seeing her so happy and at peace made him feel the same way.

Later that night, Ford was in the kitchen for something to drink when he heard the start of a baby’s cries. He and Stan were staying with Dipper and Pacifica for the holidays this year while the Mystery Shack was undertaking repairs, and so the old sailor had no issue assisting with the baby if he could to repay the parents for their hospitality by letting them sleep. In his cozy blue flannel pajamas, Ford quietly entered Angel’s nursery and peeked inside, his ears cursed with the stressed cries and he was determined to solve whatever problem the baby had and to put her at ease.

Angel’s cries morphed into whimpers at the sight of the old man above her crib. Her lip trembled and she held her little arms up for him. Ford chuckled and gently scooped her up. “Oh, it’s alright, my dear. It’s alright. I’m here.” He cooed softly and rubbed her back, letting Angel rest her tiny head on his shoulder. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?”

Ford ran through his big head for a diagnosis of Angel’s distress. No bad smells, no sign of pain or injury. She might be hungry, Ford thought, but just as he was about to leave with her for the kitchen to try to find some milk to give her, the aged scientist noticed something. Angel was holding him very tight. Though she was no longer wailing, she was still crying, even trembling a little, but she did not feel cold. Ford re-positioned Angel to feel her forehead, but she did not feel warm. He then saw her beautiful baby blue eyes and knew what was wrong. Angel had been terrified by something.

Ford smiled softly and held her by his shoulder again to rub her back and he swayed slightly where he stood. “It’s alright, it’s alright, my lovely. It was only a nightmare. They all go away eventually, trust me.”

He and Angel slowly settled into the rocker for restless babies and Ford gently pushed back and forward. Angel was no longer crying now, still clinging onto her uncle’s pajamas tightly, like he was a lifeline, but she was starting to calm down and understand that she was safe. “That’s it, my little angel, that’s it.” Ford praised her quietly.

A quick glance outside told him that it had started to snow in the middle of the night. He smiled at the idea of playing with Angel in the morning, wrapped up like Eskimos and enjoying the gift nature had provided. An old song came to mind and so Ford hummed it quietly to the baby. Perhaps Ma had sung it a fair few times, or maybe it was a brand new tune Ford had made up. Who knows? Regardless, soon Angel was fast asleep and the old man had no strength to get up, so Dipper would simply have to find them in the morning and sneak a picture for jokes and memories.

~~~~~~~~~~

Three years passed. Angel was a bubbly, curious child with a pair of baby twin sisters, Stella and Estelle. It was nice to know Dipper and Mabel wouldn’t be the only set of twins in the family. Mabel and Gideon had their own family, Jacob had even grown up and graduated high-school just a few weeks ago. Stan was beyond proud, and the last four years on land with Dipper and his family to help around the house and practically work at the Mystery Shack had brought its own joys as did sailing around the world. But he was tired.

Ford held his hand when he didn’t have the strength one morning to get out of bed. They had been silent, simply enjoying each other’s presence, for they had already said everything that needed to be said. Not only said it, but said it a million times in the years they had spent sailing around the world and retiring in Gravity Falls together. But Ford wanted to assure his brother of one thing, detecting how hard he was fighting to stay.

He cleared his throat, squeezed his twin’s hand, and croaked, “You can let go, Stanley.”

Stan chuckled weakly. “Nah, I ain’t ready to go. Believe it or not, there’s still something I wanna stick around for.”

Ford smiled at that. He had feared that after so many years of neglect and only staying alive because he had something to do, that when there was nothing to do, he wouldn’t have the will to stay. He was beyond relieved to discover he was wrong. “What is that?”

Stan gave his brother a cocky look, despite being so tired and weak. “My family, Sixer. I’m not leaving them anytime soon.”

Ford found that he completely understood, and privately agreed. “Neither am I.”

~~~~~~~~~~

Not many people thought Ford would last long after Stan died, but the eldest twin managed to stick around for five years before he died of a peaceful heart attack in his sleep. The Pines family were saddened, but they were also happy that the brothers were reunited and that they had both lived full and happy lives. And they knew them well enough to know they would not have been pleased if everyone was sad and made their names taboo.

Angel remembered her grunkles vividly. She was eight when Grunkle Ford died and she took it hard, being very close to him and admiring him like her father before her had, but her family helped her get through it and Dipper assured her daughter that he was happy. That was all Angel cared about.

There were times she enjoyed being a big sister, and times she didn’t. Stella and Estelle caused so much trouble and were the biggest handful anyone had ever seen. Ford once said before he died that the girls gave him and Stan a run for their money. It was like the girls had unknowingly accepted a challenge, and now were pure trouble-making terrors that kept Gravity Falls interesting thanks to their father’s curiosity and their mother’s attitude.

One night, when Angel was ten, she left her room for a glass of water or milk, something to satisfy her thirst, and she tiptoed across the dark house with a smile, the glow of the moon creating squares on the floor through the windows, perfect for quiet hopscotch. Angel stopped at the fireplace that showcased so many old photos. There was the picture of Mommy and Grandma Susan in the diner, waitresses together, and pictures of weddings, fishing trips, holidays, and just hanging out with Aunt Mabel and Uncle Gideon and Uncle Soos and Jacob. One picture Angel carefully picked up and smiled at.

She was only a baby in this picture, maybe a few weeks old, and Grunkle Ford was holding her as he sat in an armchair (she had seen that same chair at the Mystery Shack), with Grunkle Stan leaning against the seat, ruffling his brother’s hair and smiling at the baby. Angel became a little sad; she didn’t remember Grunkle Stan as well as she remembered Grunkle Ford, but she loved them both and missed them. She took the framed photograph with her into the kitchen and looked at it as she drank her water at the table, remembering all she could.

Angel could remember the sound of Grunkle Ford’s voice. It was low and heavy, but soft and comforting, like a weighted blanket. He used that voice to read her stories, using a different voice or accent for each character and even doing the sound effects, whether Angel asked him to or not. She could also remember him and Aunt Mabel knitting and showing Angel how to do it. She didn’t have the patience to learn, but she liked watching the yarn magically turn into clothing and listening to the two swap stories.

Angel can remember Grunkle Ford’s shadow puppets. He was the best at it, and sometimes he would shine a light against a wall, build a mini pillow fort for Angel to rest on, and make pictures on the wall with his special hands. Susie had a vague memory of once saying she wishes she had six fingers so she was more like Grunkle Ford. And he may or may not have started to cry, though Angel to this day had no idea why.

As for Grunkle Stan she mostly only remembered him through Grunkle Ford; Angel was only three when Grunkle Stan died, and all she could remember independently was a very distinct laugh and his smile, but she could remember everything Grunkle Ford said about him and the stories he told. Everyone always said how great Grunkle Stan was, despite being a conman. Angel grinned at the idea of having such amazing relatives, both old men cunning and crafty and willing to do anything for their families. She really missed them.

Angel sighed and left her empty glass alone to put the picture back on the fireplace. As she passed the TV, a video tape fell out of a box below the screen, though she could have sworn she had never touched it. Angel grinned at that; she had a feeling something funny had happened before, but she told herself grief was imagining something that wasn’t there.

She picked up the tape and grinned to find a familiar cursive handwriting on some tape on the top of the black box. Angel quickly slid it into the very old machine and turned on the TV quietly, then sat on the carpeted floor before the glowing screen. What she saw made her jubilant and she had to bite her lip to keep from squealing.

Thirty minutes later she hurried to her sisters’ bedroom and shook them away, climbing on the ladder of the bunk-bed to reach Estelle and kicking Stella awake. “Girls! Get up!”

“What?” Estelle snorted, rubbing her eyes.

“Why?” Stella groaned, burying her head under her pillow.

“There’s something you gotta see, now c’mon!” Angel urged and eventually pulled the twins by their wrists out of bed and practically dragged them out of the room.

Stella and Estelle were a bit less pissed when they saw the TV was on and all Angel wanted was for them to watch something, so they settled on the couch with their sister and Angel re-winded it to a certain point. The twins gasped to find an uncle they didn’t remember on screen.

“My name’s Stanley Pines.” He said seriously, in his beanie, boxers, slippers, and stained undershirt, sitting in his famous armchair. “I was sixty-seven when I made this tape, but now… I’m dead.” He said in a low voice with a strained face and wide eyes, then wiggled his fingers and asked with laughter in his throat, “Trapped in a box underground! Pretty spooky, huh? Haha!”

There it was! That laugh Angel could so distinctly remember. She grinned at hearing that laugh again and glanced down at her sisters, both wide-eyed with wonder.

A sharp voice that was slightly more recognizable interrupted Grunkle Stan’s laugh. “Stanley!” Grunkle Ford scolded behind the camera, while Grunkle Stan rolled his eyes. “Stan, this is for future Pines generations, the children Dipper and Mabel will have that we might not get to meet, their grandchildren! Surely you have a message you want to leave them.”

“Alright alright, I do.” Grunkle Stan said and smiled at the camera as he pointed at his audience. “Remember to work hard and that family always comes first. Also,” Now Grunkle Stan grew slightly more serious again. “I have several pounds of gold and millions in unmarked bills in a safe buried under the Shack, next to the…” His face suddenly dropped, and then their grunkle went on to over-exaggerate, putting a hand to his chest to fake a heart attack, then proceeded to limp over his chair with his tongue sticking out, making dying noises.

As the twins were laughing loudly and probably waking up their parents and Angel tried to shush them but was giggling nonetheless, the camera spun around and Grunkle Ford appeared on screen. “I’m sorry, kids, but this is what I have to work with.” Then he raised an eyebrow annoyingly as Grunkle Stan continued to make dying noises.

Angel paused the TV as the girls tried to silence their laughter, but despite Stella biting her shirt and Estelle holding her breath until she was blue, all three couldn’t help but laugh, not only from the comedic scene recorded for them, but the overwhelming joy they had from seeing their grunkles. Not only seeing their grunkles, but via a message they had created just for them.

Stella wiped a teary eye and asked, “Is that it?”

Angel shook her head. “No, there’s thirty minutes of Grunkle Ford just talking to us and showing us their favorite things, even the Stan O’ War. That was just my favorite part.”

“Forget sleep!” Stella said and ran off for the kitchen. “Start the movie over! I’ll make popcorn!”

“I’ll get the drinks!” Estelle volunteered and followed her twin to the kitchen.

Angel smiled, loving the idea of seeing her family again, and alone in the room, she could feel a presence she couldn’t quite explain, but she looked at the old men in the photograph above the fireplace and whispered, “Thanks, guys. I miss you.”

Meanwhile, invisible to the Earth they dwelled on, Stan stood by his niece with his brother by his side. Proudly grinning, he clamped a hand over Ford’s shoulder and said, “They love us!”

Ford smiled and chuckled, his eyes still on his little angel, who looked at the picture hungrily. With any luck, she won’t miss them for much longer.

#GF #gift #gravity falls #fanfiction #ford pines #stan pines #angst #ANGST AND FLUFF #thank you all again for your love and support!

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oftenderweapons · 4 years ago

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Everyday

Pairing: member x reader

Wordcount: 300-400 words each piece

Genre: fluff, smut, slightest angst

Rating: suggested 18+

Small announcement

Unfortunately, I couldn't complete Jin's Love Talk scenario in time, since his conversation with Angel is a lot more difficult to handle and I still have some research to do (a lot of educational BDSM talk Yay! And I want it to be accurate and as precise as possible).

To earn your forgiveness, I will publish a double update next week, with Jin's part published on Thursday 1 am GMT, and Yoongi on Saturday at 3 am GMT. (Please don't judge my night owl lifestyle)

Here are some mixed drabbles (watch out for the text mentioned in Joon’s Love Talk) 😉 Also this is unedited, I’ll grammar check it in the morning. Each drabble is about 300-400 words.

Here is my Masterlist!

TRIGGER WARNINGS: dirty talking, spankings, oral male and female receiving, cum play (pearl necklace), male masturbation, breast worship, mentions of role play, mentions of sex tapes, mentions of subbing and pain kink, mentions of nipple piercing.

Namjoon

-- the morning after Love talk --

Sunday morning felt like a nightmare. He asked himself why, why for fuck’s sake he had left.

You had kissed him, rubbed all over him, pressing your ass on him as you watched the film on the sofa, spooning. WHY!

He grabbed his phone. You were probably still asleep. Unless…? He texted you.

How’s your head? Mine is a mess.

You don’t know how bad it feels to wake up alone. I felt like eating some tiramisu for breakfast and ruin your underwear. Did you touch yourself last night, after I left?

I thought about you, you know. That perfect ass of yours. How much I want to bite it. God, I want to spank you so bad, Vixen. I swear, if I put my hands on you I’m gonna ruin you. You won’t sit for a week. For all that fucking teasing last night. You don’t know how many times I thought about putting my hand under your skirt. Were you even wearing panties, naughty girl? You bent over at dinner and I noticed that there were no lines on that incredible peach of yours… Wanted to push you down against the table, drag your skirt up and just ram into you from behind. But I wanna take my time. Toy around this mind-blowing chemistry with you, until you’re on your knees begging for me to be your daddy and teach you how to do it right for me. At that point I would finger you nice and slow, the way impatient, hungry girls like you can’t handle. I would make you cum so intensely your legs would twitch merely at the thought of me doing it again. And then I would lie down and have you sit on my face. Cute right? I would help you ride my face with my hands cupping your butt, until you’re dripping all over my face. I want you to look down at me like a queen on a motherfucking throne, Vixen. And right after your second orgasm I would make you roll down so I can fuck you missionary, looking at the face you make the first time I slide into you, those pretty doll lips wrapped around the hand I used to make you cum.

I know you must be so tight, little one. I can’t wait to leave angry, purple lovebites on your sexy hipbones and thighs, baby.

Tell me you want that too, little vixen.

After ten minutes of you not answering, he just headed to the shower, in the hope of blowing off some steam.

When he returned he noticed the notification.

My head? No complaints 😉😏

Thank you for the orgasm, daddy. Maybe I could help you with yours now?

Yeah. he was hard again anyway…

Seokjin

-- shortly after the Conversation with Jimin --

Water fell heavily on his back. You were laying in bed, your cute pjs making you look like a princess from a fairy tale.

That princess had your cum all over her chest precisely five days ago.

He pressed his forehead to the tiles. No, a part of him said, but his hand was already there, lingering on his shaft.

She licked it clean. Scooping it up with her fingers. Grinning at you.

He hit his head against the tiles in the hope it would help him stop.

You had your mouth on her panties, you coward? She was so lost she would have told you yes. He thought of your taste. He allowed himself that only once, maybe twice a month. Not because he didn’t like that, but rather because he had probably never done it before. Which seems ridiculous, but apparently his exes weren’t interested in cunnilingus? Was it absurd that he wanted to try with you?

He dragged his hand up and down, angry at himself.

He should just get in the bed and make you scream until even the florist at the end of the street knew who’s fucking you so good.

He thought about your hands tied up, about you cumming just with him ramming into you. He wanted to give it to you so hard you even forgot you had a body. He wanted your pleasure to be one with his. Just like last time.

Not like your previous life was unsatisfactory. But he saw the superior look of bliss, how radiant you had looked the morning after. How easily you had fallen asleep in his arms as he caressed your hair.

“Jinnie, love.” You called from the bedroom.

He didn’t understand what came next, he was lost in bliss, your voice and his imagination making him fall in the deepest pits of pleasure.

Yoongi

-- after date five, art gallery --

Fuuuuck. He fixed his trousers in the elevator headed to his apartment.

Rushing through his door, he almost tripped on his shoes as he took them off hastily. He had promised himself he wouldn’t. Yet again, here he was, sitting on the edge of the bed, elbows propped on his knees. He took off his turtleneck lightning fast, his naked pale chest emerging from the dark cotton that protected him from the chilly spring air. He didn’t actually have enough patience to get rid of his trousers. He let them bunch up at his ankles.

“Kitten.” He whispered shyly, reaching for his hard on. He was so sensitive his hips thrusted up as he gave himself the first stroke.

Those tits. Fuck. Pressed against his back as you explained a picture to him, the tip of your nose running against the curve of his ear.

He had wanted to pin you against the white walls of the gallery, like a work of art, get his head under your cute skirt and nuzzle his face against your mound.

And the ice cream.

He thought he would cum in his pants, with you licking up your ice cream cone, your kittenish licks deviously appropriate to your nickname. And the ice cream dribbling down your hand in thick droplets a couple times. The way you had sucked it clean.

Fuck, fuck!

He laid down on his back and kicked off his pants, hand still busy on his cock. Half delirious, he turned to his belly, thrusting his hips up into his hand, one arm propping him up. “Fuck, kitten, so good.” He nuzzled his face against the sheets, lost in his imagination. “Love, please. ____.” And with your name on his lips he let himself crumble and dissolve. Crashing, exhausted on the bed he took only a couple seconds before emitting an exasperated cry. He had stained the sheets like a teenager.

Three times this week. And it was only Tuesday.

Hoseok

-- a couple days after his Conversation with Taehyung --

“Are you sure you want to keep it? We don’t have to, sweetie.” He reassured you.

“You’ll have to leave soon. I know you get frustrated with phonesex. This could help you.” You combed his hair back and booped his nose.

He hid his face into your neck. “Tell me you’ll see me in Los Angeles. Promise me you’ll come.”

“I promise, puppet.” You held him tighter.

“The guys hate me when you’re not around. They say I get duller.” He whined with a sad voice.

“My poor little puppet.” You fondled him. “And that’s not true Hobi. You’re always lovely.” You started waddling, bringing him from the kitchen to the sofa. Waddling always gets him to laugh.

Indeed, a few seconds later he giggled as you both plopped down on the cushions. He shifted around until he was perfectly curled against you, his head laying on your chest.

“You sure you’re okay with me keeping it?”

“Guard it like your own life, Hobi. You know the risks.” You reminded him.

“Yes, of course. It’s in my personal luggage. Safe. Don’t worry, seriously. Taehyung instructed me. And I’m pretty sure he travels with a whole library of this stuff.”

You cringed and laughed. “At least he can help you, eventually.”

“Your copy is in the pendrive in the bedside table.” He murmured. “It’s only three weeks until LA. It’s not awful. We can do this.” He tried to convince himself.

“Just three weeks. You’ve got enough stuff to last you a month.” You kissed his forehead.

“I love you.” He said, stretching to reach for your lips.

“I love you too, puppet.”

Jimin

-- The morning after your sixth date --

He woke up with an awfully painful erection. Probably because the night before you had teased him endlessly and when he’d come back home he’d been too tired to jerk off.

Pushing up his hips tentatively, he felt the softness of the cotton on his naked body. Turning around he found his spare pillow between his thighs.

Yes, he huffed out, thrusting his hips harshly. He moaned. He started with a punishing rhythm straight away, pushing so hard his whole back arched over and over.

His hand grabbed his own thigh, using his knees and free arm for leverage.

The hand on his leg climbed up to his ass, cupping it, slapping it carefully, gently. He wanted you to do that. Grab his ass as he rammed into you. Manhandle him a little. His hand climbed further up, toying wit his chest.

Shit. He tweaked his nipple, wetting his fingers with his mouth and bringing them back to his pect. His hips stuttered.

He thought of your mouth. Of your sinful red lips, Of the way you always seemed to have the situation under control. Of the way you make him always feel desired.

Were you touching yourself at the thought of him?

Were you as eager as he was? Having wet dreams about him?

He was tired of this frustration. He fucked harder in the pillow, one hand around his neck, the other gripping his ass, his short nails diggin in the flesh.

He could only think that your nails would look prettier. Sink deeper. Hurt more. Make it all sweeter.

Taehyung

— around date three or four —

“That lipstick looks lovely on you, Doll.” He murmured, holding your hand as you strolled down the gallery, a big bucket hat over his eyes. “I think I’ll call you poppy. That’s perfect poppy red. How fitting that opium comes from poppies.”

You looked at him surprised. “Are you saying I’m a drug?”

“I’ve been high on you for the last four days. Since I saw you at the shop. Do you usually strut around in full pin up attire?“ He asked, intertwining your fingers.

“No, not usually. I was just on my way to a theme party. I figured I could just get ready at the shop. I wasn’t expecting you to come around.”

“Theme party... Were you supposed to be the naughty housewife who can’t just get enough of her husband and has an affair with the poolboy?“ He asked, getting close to you enough to bite your earlobe. Oh, the teasing. He was reckless with it.

“Tae.” You reprimanded him. You looked around. The gallery was empty since he knew the owner and he had allowed him to come visit behind closed doors.

“It’s just us, Doll. No worry.“ His arm wrapped around your waist. “I can be your obedient poolboy.“

“Why be the poolboy when you could be my husband, spanking me because I ruined one of his expensive white shirts?” You looked at him mischievously as he cleared his throat. You both stopped in front of a painting. The still nature had a variety of vases with different flowers. Of course poppies were included.

“There they are.” He pointed to the flowers. “And here she is.” His arm wrapped you up, dragging you closer to him, his mouth dipping to yours.

You thought his spell would wear off, but time after time, his kisses taste wilder. Would it ever become too much?

Jungkook

— shortly after Where, when and how —

Jungkook was laying on top of you on the sofa, and god, didn’t it feel nice...

Nuzzling his face against your chest, he let his hand climb under your T-shirt, meeting the elastic band of your sports bra and slipping his fingers underneath, tracing the outline of your pierced nipple.

“Again, baby?” You asked him, who had already reached his destination.

“I love it. I’m sorry.” His face felt ten times hotter on your neck, his blush apparent.

He made to remove his hand, but you locked it there.

“It’s sweet, it’s just that it turns me on a little.” It was your turn to blush.

“If you want I can just let it be. Really. I mean... Unless you want me to... help you out with... that.” He questioned, doubtful.

“Are you asking me if I need to be fucked?” You asked, unceremoniously, with a grin on your face.

“I mean. I wouldn’t oppose if you asked me to.” He kissed your neck sweetly.

You combed his hair with your fingers. He emitted a low whine, especially when you massaged his nape.

“Would you like to try something, Koo?” You were getting an idea.

He seemed to raise his head like a curious bunny. “Mhmh.”

“Remembered when we tried cockwarming?” You asked, ready for mischief.

“Of course.” He replied. Duh.

“What if we did the same here. I mean, if you kept your mouth there, did your thing until I can’t keep my cool?” You suggested.

“Take off this damn shirt right now.” He replied immediately, lifting himself off to allow you to move.

There we go.

#bangtan sonyeondan #bts imagine #bts headcanons #bts scenario #bts smut #hoseok x reader #jimin x reader #jungkook x reader #namjoon x reader #yoongi x reader #jin x reader #teahyung x reader #bts drabbles

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gohyuck · 5 years ago

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4+4+17 with haechan

surgical resident!haechan and surgical resident!reader

i’ve been watching a lot of grey’s recently lol. the college is more “just out of med school” and the coming of age is more “feeling pain and coping” because that’s a life skill hard-learned and also because I had a VERY similar request to this one for renjun (found here) and I don’t wanna repeat that

warning: minor character death

4) college

4) coming of age

17) “It feels like I’m suffocating.”

donghyuck’s head is buried in his hands when you find him sitting on a spare gurney in one of the more empty hallways of the hospital. his lab coat is in a wrinkled pile on one side of him, while an empty - and totally crushed - plastic water bottle is on the other.

he doesn’t move at all when you move his lab coat aside to sit down next to him.

“bad day?” you ask, realizing that he isn’t going to tell you to leave like you’d been afraid he would. tentatively, you place a gentle hand on top of his hunched back. at feeling your touch, your boyfriend heaves a heavy sigh.

“dr. jung... let me scrub in on a ventricular restoration to treat heart failure in this heart attack victim today and it-it...” he chokes on his own words, and you find yourself running a hand up and down his back, doing your best to soothe him as he tries to find the words to continue. “the patient was so... young. he’d just had a second kid - a newborn - and he was fine one day and i was cutting into him to look at his heart the next, fuck!”

donghyuck quickly lifts his head out of his hands as he swears, his volume reaching a high out of nowhere as his shoulders stiffen. you pull your hand away from him immediately, as if stung, but you’re quick to place it back in the same place as he deflates in on himself once more.

“dr. jung had to tell the patient’s wife about her loss. maybe if she’d - it she’d cried, or screamed, it would feel less real, but she just stood there and-and-and stared right through jaehyun and right through me for the longest time until she just nodded, sat back down, and asked if she could be alone with her sons for a moment, please, and that she was grateful we’d done all we could. she was the one grieving but in that moment of her strength it... honestly, it felt like i had lost someone, too. she couldn’t cry in front of her boys but i wanted to cry for her it- god, this job fucking sucks. it sucks! it feels like i’m- like i’m suffocating, sometimes.”

you can’t say you aren’t taken aback by donghyuck’s outburst - after all, you’ve spent your entire internships and residencies together, and have been dating for about a year, and he’s never once sounded so distraught about the horrors that come with practicing medicine, specifically with practicing surgery. if anything, he’s one of the most enthusiastic residents you can think of, especially when it comes to traumas and sudden surgeries. while pretty much all surgeons are swift, you’ve never seen someone as quick on their feet as hyuck. he’s saved plenty of lives while having seen plenty of deaths. nothing he’s speaking of is new to him, but the way his tone shifts along the troughs and peaks of his story make you feel as if maybe even the most radiant people have breaking points.

“hyuck... babe...” you start, trailing off almost immediately as you try to think. after a moment - it hits you. you know exactly what to do.

you don’t try to say anything, knowing it’ll be to no avail. he’s justified in how he feels - patient deaths may happen often, but surgeons are expected to grieve them quietly. it’s only natural that everyone has a breaking point with them. hell, you’ve been there - for you, it was a young woman with muscular dystrophy.

you don’t try to say anything - you just stand up and reach your hand out, directly in his line of sight. donghyuck looks up at you, brows furrowed and eyes looking as if he’s drowning inside.

“put your coat on and take my hand,” you wiggle your fingers at him. “i want to show you something.”

he’s dumbfounded.

“this isn’t really the time-”

“i promise you that it is. trust me, yeah?”

donghyuck blinks slowly once, twice, thrice before he sighs and places on hand in yours, using the other to grab onto his lab coat. you smile at him and pull him up to stand beside you. he won’t feel this way forever, but if you can ease the process, you’ll do it.

♕ ♕ ♕

“are you sure we’re allowed in here?” hyuck’s voice is raspy as he whispers directly into your ear. one of his hands is situated on your lower back, though you aren’t sure whether it’s to keep you close or keep you away. you nod your head.

“i was on pediatric service today, it shouldn’t be a problem,” you respond, leading him into the newborn nursery. “besides, we’re doctors. we work here. anyways, most mothers will keep their newborns with them, but sometimes they’ll feel it’s safest for their baby to be in the newborn nursery.”

“some of them are also abandoned babies, right?” he murmurs, following you through the door.

“right. pretty much all of them get adopted reasonably quickly because the hospital is so accredited, and because babies are adopted fast in comparison, anyways. they’ve been given a life, and we give them the ability to live. sounds like a good deal to me, right?” your last sentence deteriorates into a form of baby speak as you talk at - though not to - the sleeping little boy in the crib closest to you.

donghyuck leans over the crib next to the one you’re at, smiling tentatively at the awake baby in it and allowing himself a small laugh when she gurgles back at him. neither of you dare to touch them, but you suspect just seeing them will put your boyfriend in better spirits.

he smiles down at the baby girl for a bit before looking up and slowly surveying the nursery. finally, donghyuck turns to look at you, his soft smile growing slightly.

“it’s kind of cliché to show me the ‘miracle of life’ after i’ve witnessed a death, isn’t it?” he teases, stepping towards you and resting his hands on your waist. you allow yourself a short laugh before responding.

“i was just thinking that babies are cute, to be honest,” you say, and hyuck chuckles softly before leaning and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“whatever the thought process was, it worked,” he assures you, and you grin at him before looping your arms around his neck for a hug. donghyuck can’t help but move his lips to rest by one of your ear’s before speaking again, his voice low this time.

“you know, these babies are kind of adorable. what say we make one of our own in an on call room some time?”

“you little-” you unwrap yourself from his arms, gently smacking his chest. he notes the blush and the smile on your face, though, and can’t help but place his lips on your forehead again. just as you let your eyes slide shut to savor the moment, a loud - or as loud as one can be around newborns - exclamation startles you.

“lee. (name). what the hell are you two doing?” the two of you find one of the attending pediatric doctors - dr. suh, actually - looking down at the two of you, though there’s no anger in his eyes. still, you and your boyfriend fly apart from each other, rushing to explain yourselves.

“we wanted to experience the miracle of life-” you start.

“babies are really, really, cute-” donghyuck speaks at the same time as you. you both stop abruptly to look at dr. suh, then at each other, then back to dr. suh again. he’s grinning at the two of you, thoroughly entertained. you can feel the gears start to grind in donghyuck’s head. before you can stop him from opening his mouth, he speaks, tone sly when he does.

“actually, (name) and i were thinking that we want to make one of our own-”

“donghyuck!”

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doc-pickles · 4 years ago

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‘twas the night before christmas

You’re going to pretend I posted this at a decent time on Christmas Eve and not minutes into Christmas.... This fic is a part two of the worthwhile fight which I wrote a while back! Just lots of fluff, enjoy!!

Merry Christmas from all of us here at “Tis the Season for Two Dumb Bitches” aka me and @odd-birds-and-booksellers ❤️💚

“Tell me again why we decided to wrap gifts for three kids on Christmas Eve?”

“Mmm I think we had a pretty good excuse,” Jo’s tired voice sounded from the couch as Alex struggled to wrap a large box of Legos. “Fold that piece the other way babe.”

Alex let out a frustrated groan but heeded her instructions, the package securely wrapped in the Spider Man wrapping paper now, “Should’ve taken Izzie's offer to wrap these for us.”

“Please, your pride never would’ve let you accept that,” Jo chuckled as Alex leaned up to kiss her. “Thanks for wrapping everything, my hands are kinda full.”

Placing the last present under the tree, Alex stood back to admire his handiwork. As soon as they’d gotten home a few hours earlier he’d insisted that Jo relax on the couch while he wrapped the gifts they’d gotten for the kids. Some of the wrapping jobs weren’t the best, but every toy and game was covered in obnoxiously themed paper for their three kids. The gifts wrapped in the Spider Man paper were for Eli, the princess ones were for Alexis, and the presents in the sparkling pink unicorn paper were for Reese who was going through a rainbows and unicorns phase.

“You’re excused this year, next year though you can wrap them for all four kids,” Alex settled into the sofa beside Jo, letting her lean into his side as his attention shifted from his wife to the newborn in her arms. The little boy squirmed at the movement, a small sigh leaving his mouth as he settled back against her chest. “Pretty good Christmas present, huh? You’re welcome, I planned it that way.”

A soft laugh sounded from Jo as she let her fingers run through the thin layer of dark hair on the baby’s head, “You did not plan it this way, we had sex in your childhood bedroom while your mom and Amber had the kids and the condom broke.”

Alex shrugged, his arm wrapping around Jo as he settled his hand onto the infant's back, “I’m not complaining, just happy to be here from the beginning for at least one of these hellions we have running around here.”

He knew he was beyond lucky so he didn’t harp on his past often, but small moments like this made Alex appreciate how far he and Jo had come since he’d written that stupid letter. While his relationship with Eli, Alexis, and Reese was great, he hadn’t gotten to be there for any of their births. He had only missed the first few months of Reese’s life and was slowly making up for the years he missed with the twins, but the moment he’d gotten to witness his youngest son's first breath just two days earlier had been one of the best moments of his life.

“Well Hudson is very lucky to get to experience everything with you, especially almost being born in the front seat of the SUV,” Jo leaned up to place a kiss on Alex’s lips. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” Alex’s eyes flitted up to the banister, a smirk appearing on his face. “Looks like we have some company.”

Before either of them could say anything else, three sets of excited feet rushed down the stairs towards them. Alexis hushed Eli and Reese’s excited shouts as she spotted the sleeping baby on Jo’s chest. He knew they were all excited to meet their brother, his heart leading as he watched Reese and Eli’s identical brown eyes widen at the sight of Hudson.

“Will you two quiet down, the baby is sleeping,” Alexis’s tone reminded Alex distinctly of her mother, causing him to stifle a laugh as he looked between his three oldest children who were peering at their brother. “What’d you name him?”

“This is your little brother Hudson,” Alex smiled widely, gesturing for the kids to settle into the sofa. Eli and Reese sat on the other side of Jo while Alexis burrowed into Alex’s left side. “What do you think?”

There’s a moment of silence as all three children examine the newcomer in their home. Alex savors the moment, the fire burning low in front of his family and the lights and ornaments on the tree twinkling brightly. His oldest daughter pressed against his side, wide eyes watching her siblings. His son and daughter huddled together as they leaned over his wife to stare at his youngest whose eyes are now peering up with a bleary expression to take in his siblings and mother. And his wife whose body is resting so perfectly against his, who looks so radiant despite coming home from the hospital only hours beforehand, who speaks in gentle tones to their children as they ask questions.

“He’s small. And smelly,” Reese’s tiny voice rang out as she lifted her fingers to brush against her younger brother's cheek. “But I guess we can keep him.”

He’s never needed anything more than the five people in front of him. At first, he thought he’d be content with just him and Jo for the rest of their lives. Then he’d seen his twins for the first time and his heart had cracked wide open. And the moment he’d held Reese for the first time he’d fallen in love all over again, despite not knowing what the future held for his family he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that his three kids and the love of his life were all that mattered.

And then… Then Jo had thrown up on his shoes in the middle of surgery and announced their newest addition to him in the middle of a crowded OR. He’d cherished every moment of the last nine months, excited to experience everything from the beginning this time. Even as Hudson’s first moments began with Jo quite literally giving birth as soon as they walked through the doors of the ER, the little boy had stolen his heart from his first frenzied cry.

“Oh there goes the clock…,” Jo’s voice trailed off as the family listened to the faint clanging of the clock in the hallway. “Merry Christmas.”

The kids immediately erupt into chaos, begging to open presents and asking questions about when Santa showed up. Alex ignores them, instead leaning down to kiss Jo firmly.

“Merry Christmas babe.”

“Merry Christmas to you too. You wanna go change this dirty diaper as a present to me?”

#jolex #alex karev #jo wilson #jo karev #greys anatomy #jo x alex #jolex fanfic #jolex fic #TDBT #nina writes

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tiffdawg · 5 years ago

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Indecent Offerings: Part Two | An Agent Whiskey x Reader Fic

Gif: @javier-pena

Pairing: Jack Daniels/Agent Whiskey x Reader (no y/n)

Word Count: 2.6k

Rating: E | Warnings: NSFW – smut, explicit sexual content, dirty talk (this should be expected by now in my fics tbh), like 3 little pussy slaps, orgasm denial I guess, praise kink, implied but vague age gap (reader is of age, of course), language. 18+ only.

A/N: Idk babes, this shit nasty. I had to put the keep reading break before the first line. But it’s porn with feelings because I accidentally/subconsciously wrote Jack’s insecurity into part one and now I feel like I have to do something with it. And because open and honest discussions about sex are inherently sexy.

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Indecent Offerings: Part Two

Once you get home, there’s no need for foreplay.

As soon as the door to his apartment is flung open, Jack walks you straight into the bedroom, kissing you hungrily and stripping your clothing off the entire way. He quickly dispenses with your blouse and bra and your skirt follows shortly after. He chuckles darkly against your lips as he palms the bare skin of your ass.

“No panties?” he questions playfully, “How mighty indecent of you darlin’.”

“I believe they’re still in your pocket, you devilish man,” you reply unabashed. You toe off your heels and fall back on the downy comforter, waiting for Jack to join you. Stretching your arms above your head, you arch your back off the bed, practically preening in hope of getting him to hurry up. The two of you have been lovers for more than a year now – partners for much longer than that – and you know just how to tempt him. What started out as a way to pass lonely nights on long missions, blossomed into something more over time, but your magnetic attraction and desperate desire for one another is stronger than ever. Some flames just can’t be put out.

You watch through hooded eyes as he stands above you, languidly loosening his necktie and uncuffing his sleeves. He takes his sweet time with each button of his dress shirt, smirking at you under that damn moustache all the while. You squirm under his gaze, longing to feel his hands and mouth and body on you once more.

“What do you need now, sweetheart?” he asks, noticing your impatience.

“I need you inside me.” You huff out a sigh and pout at him. “You promised you were going to fuck me, Jack.”

“Oh, I remember–” he unbuckles his belt with a little more force than necessary, and you relish the dark glint to his deep brown eyes. “–and I am nothing if not a man of my word.”

Finally shucking off his trousers and briefs, he runs his finger up and down your bare legs, sending a chill down your spine, before crawling up your body to lie next to you. He gathers you in his arms, tenderly kissing you as his hands stroke your supple skin. His actions are so soft and sweet and slow you almost forget the promise he made to you back at the office.

I’m going to take you home now and fuck you until you remember exactly who that pussy belongs to.

Jack Daniels doesn’t make idle threats.

Roughly grabbing your hip, he turns you away from him before crushing you against his chest. You love it when he handles you like this – alternating between delicate caresses and dangerous touches. You know things have definitely shifted when he replaces the open mouth kisses on the column of your throat with a coltish bite, his teeth sinking into the flesh of your neck. Already flaunting a splattering of purple bruises from where he marked you earlier that night, the exquisite mix of pain and pleasure as he nips at your tender skin has you writhing against him. An unbearable heat pools in your core and you press your legs together in a feeble attempt to create some sort of friction where you need it the most. You reach down to touch yourself, hoping to alleviate some of the pressure, but Jack bats your hand away.

“I don’t think so,” he scolds, his voice a low rumble in his chest. “Insatiable thing, aren’t you?” With a firm hand on your thigh, he drapes your leg over his hip and opens you to him. The position alone stirs something in you – it’s intimate yet exposing, almost primal. “Look at that. You’re so fucking wet down there already I can see it from here.”

You whimper at his lewd words. “I need you, Jack.”

“I know, pretty baby. I’m going to give you everything you need.”

Reaching a hand between your bodies, he lines himself at your entrance and then, finally, he stuffs you with his cock. You’ve been waiting all night for this exact moment. Jack fills you like no other man ever could, his thick length stretching you deliciously. After giving you a generous moment to adjust to his size, he wraps one arm around your waist, the other still holding your leg open, and starts pounding into you, easily sliding into your slick cunt from behind.

“Fuck– So hot and wet and tight,” Jack growls, “You feel so fucking good on my dick, baby.”

With a shameless moan, you throw one arm behind you and around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. As he pumps into you, he hits a spot that sends a slow burning fire from your belly to your toes. You look down to where he’s entering you, threatening to split you in two. It’s dizzying, but still you ask for–

“More!”

He speeds up, setting a fast pace as he pistons his hips against you, and you gasp for breath, feeling like he’s somehow pushing all the air from your lungs on each thrust. Behind you, Jack’s grunting and panting, his warm breath fanning out across your skin as he nuzzles into your neck just below your ear. He’s fucking you with vigor now.

“Oh Jack, please,” you whine, only half cognizant of what you might be asking for.

“Please what, baby?” He bites at your neck again before soothing the red mark with his tongue, drawing another moan from deep within you. In your haze of arousal, you almost forget what he asked you. “Tell me what you want?

“P– Please can I– Can I cum?” you struggle to ask, your eyes rolling back and your mouth falling agape. This is one of those times where you just know you need his blessing. More than that, you want him to give it to you. You want to be good for him.

“Do you think–” he grunts out in between thrusts, “–You deserve that?”

“Yes, please,” you beg.

“I don’t think so. Not yet.” He slaps your pussy, a wet squelch filling the room.

“Fuck– Oh god!” you shout deliriously, your nails digging into the flesh of his neck where you grip him.

“Tell me who this cunt belongs to.” He slaps you again, hitting your throbbing clit perfectly and coaxing a wanton cry from your lips. As your arousal reaches its crest, you tighten around him and a heady groan escapes him.

“You, Jack!” you answer breathlessly, “Only you.”

“That’s right.” He rewards you with another smack. “This is my fucking pussy, baby.”

“I’m all yours,” you babble, choking back a sob, “Forever.” There was something about the way he claims you that felt different; it’s absolutely overwhelming and you can’t help your pathetically quick short breaths as he rails into you. That last time he left his fingers on your sensitive nub, and now he rubs at it with just enough pressure to bring you to the edge – but not past it. Your head lolls forward as a wave of pleasure rips through you.

“No, sweetheart, look at me. I wanna see your pretty face while you cum on this cock.

“Oh,” you mewl as you turn to face him, locking eyes with his soft brown ones. It takes every ounce of self-control you have not to cum right then. “J- Jack.”

“I know, baby. You ready to cum now?”

“Yes!” you shout. You grip his cock even tighter as you falter on the precipice.

“Be a good girl – God this pussy is so fucking tight – and cum for me. Cum all over me.”

Succumbing to the pleasure, you cum hard, a blinding white light blurring your vision even behind your closed eyes. For a moment you can’t even breathe, the force of your orgasm leaving you unable to even draw air into your lungs. You pussy pulsates around his hardness as you cum, and Jack’s pace stutters. He tightens his hold on your hips as he lifts your limp body, rolling onto his back so that you lie over him, and resumes pounding up into you, somehow filling you even more. You feel him stiffen inside you as his momentum ebbs. “Where baby?” he asks through gritted teeth.

“Inside. Want your cum inside me.”

“That’s my good girl – letting me fill this pussy.” Your name tumbles from his lips on his final thrust as he paints your cunt with his spend.

The two of you lie like that for some time, completely sated and neither one able to move as you try to steady your ragged breaths. Your body rises with Jack’s inhalations and with every exhalation of your own, you feel yourself sink further into him, as if the two of you were really one. He runs his hands across your sides, reverently caressing your dewy skin slick with sweat from your exertions. As he holds you, you feel absolutely radiant.

When he does shift and his softening cock slips out of you, you feel his cum leak from your cunt, dripping down the apex of your thighs. Reluctantly, you roll off him and jump out of bed, scurrying into the bathroom to clean yourself up. You return for a moment to help him clean up too. It fills your heart to be able to tend to him even half as well as he takes care of you. When you crawl back into bed, you place a chaste kiss on his lips as he covers the two of you and nestle comfortably into his side.

But you know something is wrong when he’s quiet. Even after sex, the man is usually as talkative as ever. And by the rise and fall of his chest, you know he’s not sleeping.

“What’s wrong?” you inquire, peering up at him.

“Nothing, sweetheart.”

You hum disapprovingly. “Don’t lie to me, Jack Daniels.”

He huffs out a humorless laugh before looking at you. Even in the low light you can see the worry written all over his face.

“You know I love you, right?” He waits until you nod to continue. “Well, sometimes I still wonder if you wouldn’t be happier with someone else. Someone younger, someone like...”

“Like Cognac?” you supply. When he doesn’t respond, you have your answer. “Jack– Earlier tonight, with him? That was just sex. You should know that.”

“Maybe not him, exactly, but you know what I mean.”

You sit up, holding the bedsheet to your chest as you prop yourself up with one arm, wanting to look directly at him. “No. I don’t know what you mean. It’s not like we haven’t done things like that before. You weren’t jealous then. Why is this bothering you now?”

“I’m not jealous,” he scoffs, and you raise your brows at him. “I just– I don’t know, I guess I’ve been feeling my age lately and sometimes I look at you and I wonder what the hell you’re doing with a man like me.” He doesn’t look at you when he says this. Instead his somber eyes follow the path of his touch as he pensively trails his fingers up the bare skin of your arm, across the curve of your shoulder, and along your collarbone.

With a gentle hand, you tilt his chin up so that he’s forced to meet your gaze. “You’re a smart man, but I think your Stetson must be too tight. It’s cutting off the blood flow to your brain or something.” You lightly tap his forehead with the tip of your index finger before pushing his hair off his face. That earns a genuine laugh from him. “I love you, Jack, with all my heart. And no one could ever make me feel as loved, cherished, and happy, as you do every damn day.” You pause to let your words sink in. “Do you believe me when I say that?”

“Yes,” he says, choking on the single syllable.

“Good. Now, I have a proposition for you, cowboy.”

“What’s that, darlin’?”

“From now on, it’s just me and you.”

“Baby, I’m not trying to restrict you–”

“You wouldn’t be,” you say firmly, “You know I’m not one to do anything I don’t want to.” He actually rolls his eyes at that, knowing firsthand just how stubborn and determined you can be when you feel like it. For once, it actually makes you feel better. “We would just be furthering our commitment to each other,” you continue a bit more seriously, “Let’s be honest, when we started this, it was just about the sex. But look at us now: we live together, we’re in love. This–” you gesture in between the two of you, “–is evolving. And I’m so happy with where it’s going.”

“Me too,” he assures you. He takes your hand in his and gives it a light squeeze.

“You’re my partner, in every sense of the word. I want to be yours and only yours, Jack.”

A deep sigh escapes him, but you can see some of the tension in his body unwind. “Maybe I do just want you all to myself,” he murmurs before pressing his lips to yours.

“You know, all of that was fun tonight, but at the end of the day, this is the best part. Just being with you. You’re all I ever need.”

He quietly considers your words and you watch his mind work behind his dark eyes before making a decision. “I feel the same way. But I don’t want to rule anything out completely – I love exploring these things with you. I never want to tame you, darlin’.”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” you promise him with a light laugh. “But no matter what we decide, I do think it’s good that we check in with each other like this from time to time.” He nods and you happily consider the matter settled. Peeking at him through your lashes, coyly shy, you add, “And either way, there’s so much more we can explore together. I have a few ideas to start.”

“I expect a full report on my desk first thing tomorrow, Agent Rosé.” The two of you burst out into a fit of easy laughter and you know in your heart that whatever was troubling Jack has passed. His expression softens as he gazes at you. “How do you always know what I need to hear?”

“Because I was made for you and you were made for me. We take care of each other, always.”

“You know one of these days I’m going to have to make you my wife,” Jack says with a lopsided grin. You know that’s a huge step for him considering his past.

“I can’t wait,” you answer earnestly with a wide smile of your own.

“Good girl. Now,” he starts. He looks at you with beseeching eyes as he brings your hand he’d been holding to his cock where you find he’s already hard again. “You think you got another round in you?”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Jack,” you laugh as he maneuvers you so that you’re straddling his hips, “Getting old my ass.”

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