#plaited hair bobble

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So, I have thick desi waves for hair and, omg. baby, don't even get me started on how much of a hassle it is to sleep in it.

It used to be down to my butt, but I managed to lob it to my biceps.

First, I brush my hair and almost go bald in the process, tie my hair back with a strong fluffy black hair bobble and then plait it relatively loose.

Then I tie it off with my reliably strong, but simple, red hair bobble.

And I would leave my hair like this until the very last moment before I go to bed. I take out the fluffy hair bobble, put my head on my pillow and go to sleep - all with the red bobble in place.

I would wake up the following morning with a good enough hairdo to be comfortable out of the house.

The best bit is that my bed hair doesn't even look like bed hair.

[gigi-loveless]

summary ~ sub!abby x dom!reader timeee! thank you to @ghgygd for the request 🤍

warnings ~ filthy as absolute fuck, strapping (abby receiving) maybeeeee dacryphilia if you squint hard

authors note ~ i need to go rub SEVERAL out after writing this good god….anyways reqs are open angels!!

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*ping!*

angel 🪽 ~ alright pretty girl, when i get home i need you naked, on your knees by the bed.

angel 🪽 ~ oh, and pull out the strap, vibrator, and lube.

angel 🪽 ~ be home in 20, love you abs 🤍

abby's muscular thighs shook with excitement. you'd been out for what had felt like an agonizingly long time, like you had gone off to war and wouldn't be back for years. in reality, you'd been gone for a couple hours to take a work meeting in the next city over, but to your preciously down bad girlfriend, it felt like eons.

obeying your instruction, her inner thighs already sticky and damp with desire, she heads up to your shared room. the blonde girl plucks the toy and it's companions from your bedside drawer, placing them neatly in a line on your comforter.

checking her phone and flipping it onto the bed, abby notices she has some time to take a quick shower before your arrival. just to freshen up….of course.

and that’s how you found abby, keeled over in the thick steam, fingers plugging her gooey hole.

“out.” you demand, your girlfriend flinching at the surprising sound of you. she quickly turns off the water, stepping out of the fog, landing inches from your lips.

“hey angel! how w-“

“go lay down. ass up.”

pushing her lower lip out subconsciously, she obeys, quickly drying off her dripping, freckled skin, and landing face first into the pillows.

“now, abigail.”

oh fuck.

she shudders at the sound of her name, knowing you only use it when she’s in deep shit.

“you know i don’t have many rules, but what’s the most important one i have?” you question her, quietly shuffling off your clothes and securing your black harness around your waist, the lavender 9 inch silicone springing to life.

“i-i….can’t touch myself without permission.” she murmurs, bracing herself for the eventual impact of your hands on her plush ass.

“that’s right honey. now, because i’m feeling generous…..and i had such a bad day, im still gonna fuck you, okay? but….”

“can you show me what you were doing in the shower?” you coo, reveling in abby’s blonde head bobbling incessantly. sauntering over to the tail end of the bed, abbys thighs spread perfectly. the scene was fucking incredible, you only wish you could’ve captured that moment forever on video; abby fingering herself knuckle deep with three of her stocky digits. abby grew wetter as she noticed you attempting to mask your amused expression under taunting disappointment. as she grew closer, you notice her thighs trembling.

“enough.”

abby throws her head back at the demand, slipping her fingers out as you catch her palm, guiding her into your mouth. swirling her digits clean, you release her with a soft popping sound.

“good girl….doesnt even look like i’ll need the lube, hm?” you chuckle to yourself, inspecting her glistening cunt.

“look at you, so pretty even after punishments…” you tease, arms on either side of abby, as you reach down and ghost your warm, wet mouth over a pebbled nipple. she whines in response, bucking up her hips in despair.

“p-please….please….”

“shh, shh…..” you seal your lips to hers, unraveling her perfectly plaited braid, giving you the opportunity to tug lightly at the nape of her scalp. “so beautiful angel….” she mewls in response, your figure snaking ever so slowly down her abdomen. greedy hands quickly find their way into your hair, before you smack her away gently.

“nuh uh. you touch me and i’ll stop.” you demand, staring deep into her oceanic eyes as you spit bitterly on her clit, before sucking her in. and suddenly, tasting her, your eyes blow out, your head empty, fuzzy even; only abby’s angelic whines able to ground you in reality.

“m-m’ gna’ cum!” she yelps, her fingers fisting the sheets, desperate to touch your pretty, dampened face.

“aww, already?” responding quickly, you suck harshly on the throbbing, swollen bud, her back arching into your mouth, chanting your name like a goddamn prayer as she releases.

panting, the girl regains her composure, as you smooth down her hair for a moment. she goes to find solace in the crook of your neck, before you move away, chuckling.

“what? you thought i put this strap on for nothing?” her eyes go wide, recalling the silicone teasing her hole what felt like days ago. whining, she spreads her legs, welcoming you once more.

“nope, ass up.” you tut, lightly tapping the flesh of her thigh as her hair cascades over her flushed face, into the pillows yet again. “awe, my girl need some help?” hands finding their way into her hair, pulling it into a messy, makeshift ponytail. you tug the tendrils towards you, forcing abby away from the comfort of the pillows beneath her.

steadily inhaling, you bottom out into her in one stroke, to your….disappointment. pecking her back, you instruct her to stay where she was, while you rummage around until you found your unique, 11 inch dick, matching the color of your other straps for aesthetic, obviously. attaching it to your harness and slipping your bullet vibrator in between your clit and the fabric, you reassume your position. abby moans feeling the girth of your new appendage, her head nearly hitting the safety of the pillows before you yank her scalp back once again.

“s-s’….too big…” she cries out.

“if it’s ‘too big’, then why are you still pushing your hips up on me, trying to take more?” you reply, reveling in your girlfriends sticky cunt swallowing your dick.

“such a slut….missed this pretty pussy so much today….just wanna breed her so bad.”

abby wails in response, gummy walls pulsing around your dick as she fucks herself up against you while you thrust, sinful smacking of skin filling the space.

“y-yeah?” you pant, “you want me to breed you abs? d-don’t- hgnh- worry, gonna fill you up like you deserve.” the buzzing of the vibrator was driving you damn near insane along with your girlfriend plastered out on the bed looking like a painting, sweat glimmering on her tanned freckles.

“g-gna’ cum in this pussy….” groaning, abby clenches around you, while you pick up the pace to an unforgiving tempo.

“ah….ah….ah!” she exhales with every pounding thrust, the image driving you over the edge. it seems like abby is joining you, with a chorus of your name.

as the hazy white around your high fades, you find abby’s all too familiar figure, pressing sweet, tender kisses to her neck. she grumbles back to life, swiping her sweat from her eyebrows with her forearm.

“so….hard day at work?” she chuckles, pulling you into her arms, fingers weaving through your frizzed out hair.

“the worst.”

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when geto was a student, his favourite time of the day was night. specifically around 9pm, once you had finished your training and late night studying, knocking three times on his door in a specific pattern so he knew it was you. he was forced to wait until after the third knock to open the door, to pretend like he hadn't stood by the door for the last ten minutes waiting for you.

at some point, he always ended up sitting on the floor in front of you. your legs would be swung over his shoulders as he lightly ran his fingers up and down the skin of your bare thighs. you would be gently combing his hair, detangling the black strands he kept tucked away neatly in his bun throughout the day.

geto was usually quiet by now, half asleep as your fingers massaged the base of his head. you were still babbling about whatever drama that had happened at kyoto and he would try his best to be engaged but you never prompted him to say anything more than ‘yes’, ‘no’ or ‘oh my god did she really?’

“look at how pretty you look.” his eyes would flutter open at the sound of your voice and your phone would be inches from his face, camera facing him. he’d be smiling wide, thanking you for your services (there had been occasions when you’d used bright pink bobbles to plait his hair) but his eyes would be on your figure in the back the entire time.

he’d give you a kiss then, maybe two or three more after that just to show his appreciation. then he’d pull back his covers and hold you close beneath them, grateful that the two of you had made it through another day together alive.

as an adult, his answer was still the same. night was the only time of day when the stars would be visible above him, your star always shining the brightest.

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It Means Hero

This is a new Tommy Kinard imagine I had an idea for, which involves a deaf! Reader and kids. I hope you will all like it, feedback is always lovely.

(And I'm so happy to be writing about the Medal Scene and have more requests like this lined up)

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Tommy Kinard Masterlist

Summary: Tommy brings his wife and their kids down to the 118 for the award ceremony. And it seems to be going great, until they bump into his former Captain, Gerrard.

Enjoy.

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The end of Tommy's nose crinkled and lines appeared in his cheeks when he smiled. He opened the back door and leaned his hip against it, grinning at the boys when they all got ready to clamber out the car.

He watched them scurry down and move over to (Y/n) before he reached in the back to where Daisy was waiting, impatiently kicking her legs with her arms stretched out, waiting to be unbuckled from her car seat.

Once Tommy unbuckled her, he scooped her up into his arms and when she clung to his neck, he rolled his eyes playfully but obliged and sat her on his hip. His eyes were enamoured by Daisy as she pressed her hand to her chin before pulling it away and giggling a quiet "Thank you," along with the sign, for getting her out of the car.

He shut the door with his hip and moved to stand next to (Y/n) while his eyes dragged up and down the station he hadn't been to in a long while.

It had been over five years since Tommy had worked in this station and it had been a long time since he had been here in his uniform. Usually if ever he came to the 118 fire house, it was to see Eddie or Buck and head out with them after shift. He couldn't remember the last time he had come to this station and stayed longer than five minutes.

His eyes dragged over Daisy's frame again, smiling at the red and black polka dot dress she was wearing. And he reached out to flick one of the blood red bows tied in her hair. She had her hair done into two plaits with bows at the top making her look very cute.

Now she was three, her hair was starting to thicken and grow long and Tommy missed how thin and spiky her hair had been when she was a bit younger. He used to love tying her hair up in thousands of bobbles and making her look like Cindy Lou from The Grinch.

He felt (Y/n) lean her head on his arm and cosy up to his side while the boys walked in front of them.

But Jake turned on his heels and slowed down so he could look up at Tommy who rose a brow, waiting for him to speak.

"Why aren't we going to your station?"

Tommy's expression softened while he smoothed his hand up and down (Y/n)'s back.

The boys had never been to this station before. They had gone to the 227 quite a few times to see Tommy on shift and meet his team, all of whom loved the boys and Daisy. They had been down to Harbour quite a few times too and Tyler had gone in the helicopter with Tommy for a ride a few months back, something he really enjoyed. But none of them had ever been to another station before.

"Because everyone else who get's a medal works here, buddy." It wouldn't be fair to hold the ceremony anywhere else but here at the 118 when the four other people who played a part in the cruise ship rescue came from this house. It was only right that they held the celebration here and Tommy came over here for the event.

Part of him didn't want to be here, he didn't like the spotlight being on him, but sharing the stage with the 118 gang made it bearable. And Buck and Chimney had not stopped bugging Tommy until he had no choice but to turn up.

And when all the kids said they wanted to see him get a medal, how could he refuse?

He felt (Y/n) press up into his side when they walked through the doors. She had never been here before either, although she knew all of the 118 who had quickly become Tommy's close friends.

Her face nuzzled into his arm and she curled both her hands around his bicep, dragging her fingers over the creases and groves in his uniform that she had spent so much time staring at this morning when they were getting ready. The hustle and bustle inside the station made her heart leap. There were a lot of people here, most of whom (Y/n) didn't know. And the only people she would know were the ones who would be stood up on stage so it wasn't as if (Y/n) could sit and converse with them until the ceremony was over.

(Y/n) stopped walking when Tommy did and they stood to the side, all three boys surrounding them as they waited for Tommy to make a move.

Tilting her head up, (Y/n) perched her chin on her husband's shoulder and smiled sweetly at him while she moved her index finger in a circle around them to signal their little group.

She then uncurled her hands from his arms so she could hold out her index and middle finger in front of her like a straight line. And on her left hand, she stuck her index and middle finger up like crooked bunny ears and brought them down, curling them over her right hand. The sign for sit.

"Who do we sit with?" She tried to keep her voice quiet but still loud and clear enough for Tommy to hear.

(Y/n)'s hearing was impaired, it had been the same since she was born and therefore she couldn't hear her own voice properly or hear sounds around her. She could speak but her pronouncing wasn't the best. It had taken her a long while to gather confidence to talk to people using her voice rather than sign language. But she felt safer talking in sign when in public, only with Tommy would she laugh and speak freely and not worry about how she sounded.

And with all three boys being hearing impaired, they combined speech and sign language every day. Daisy was the only one who had almost perfect hearing, but she was brought up to use sign language to communicate with her mum and brothers.

"Karen, Hen's wife?" Tommy didn't sound sure, but when he pointed to one of the front tables near the stage, (Y/n) nodded. She could see Hen sat with another woman and two young children and she knew Hen, she was lovely. They could sit there and try to make small talk with Hen's family, while being close enough to watch and be proud of Tommy.

When they reached the table, (Y/n) curled her hands back around Tommy's arm while he gripped the back of the chair in front of him and smiled widely causing creases in his cheeks.

"Are these seats free?"

"Of course, sit, sit." Hen beckoned them to sit down while she stood behind Karen's chair, her hands lovingly on her wife's shoulders. "This is Karen, and our kids Denny and Mara."

(Y/n) held her arms out when she sat down and gently took Daisy when Tommy handed her over. She sat her daughter on her lap and wrapped her arms around her waist, smiling against the top of her head. Her eyes filtered to check on the boys, watching as the twins sat down on her right and Tyler sat on her left between her and Karen. While Tommy stood behind them since he and Hen would have to go on stage in a minute.

"This is (Y/n), Tyler, the twins Jake and James, and this is Daisy." Tommy ruffled each of their heads when he said their names, pointing between the twins since they were identical.

Not many people could tell the difference between the boys upon first meeting them, but they would soon learn that Jake was the more outgoing twin. Whereas James was reserved and nervous. Plus, Jake wore dark blue hearing aids whereas James wore green ones.

Once they'd all said their hellos, Tommy crouched down between (Y/n) and Tyler's seats and faced their eldest.

He grinned softly and held his hand out in front of him, curling his pinky and ring finger into his palm before he twisted his hand back and forth. And then he curled all his fingers against his thumb and made a grabbing motion before he pointed to the cochlear implant on the side of Tyler's head.

Turn it on.

Tyler had the most affected hearing out of them all and normal hearing aids didn't work for him. Cochlear implants turned soundwaves into vibrations and noises directly in his ear canal using magnets and it helped him to pick up and work out speech because he wasn't the best at lip reading. And since very few people knew sign language, he had to communicate somehow.

He could speak, but like (Y/n), his speech was slurred and he didn't pronounce very well.

His implants had a microphone for soundwaves and a volume tuner on the back so depending on what situation he was in, he could turn it up or down. And Tommy knew the eight year old had a tendency to turn it down since his family always used sign language with him.

But not many people would know sign language here and if he wanted to make sense of the speeches, he needed it turning up.

A shy grin spread across Tyler's lips and he nodded, reaching up to turn the dial to the right. He listened to the conversations floating around the table until it sounded loud enough for him to distinguish and he looked back at his dad who nodded and moved his hand from his chin outwards.

Thank you.

Tommy kissed the top of his head before he pushed up so he was standing tall again and he took a moment to peck (Y/n)'s cheek.

His eyes flitted across to Hen when she asked if he was ready and he nodded. He wasn't altogether sure he was ready for this. He didn't want to go up there, he would rather be the one applauding the team and sitting down here, blending in with the crowd.

But he felt (Y/n)'s hand on his lower back giving him a polite nudge towards the stage. He started walking and tilted his head down, smirking to himself when he felt (Y/n) hit his bum on the way.

Once Tommy was on stage, stood next to Buck with Chimney in front of him, he looked to relax a little. (Y/n) grinned sweetly at him while Daisy waved her arms madly in his direction until Tommy was grinning from ear to ear. He had his hands clasped together in front of him but he rolled his eyes playfully and waved back at Daisy.

She was giggling and smiling at him as if she hadn't seen him in days and was desperate for his attention. When really, she had been attached to his hip all morning.

"She's a cutie," Buck murmured quietly, leaning to the left to talk to Tommy before Chief Simpson would get up and start his speech.

He watched Tommy nod with one of the softest smiles Buck had ever seen. He was used to Tommy being stoic and laid back and kind of a hard person to get a good read on. But seeing him stood here looking like he was melting at the sight of his daughter and would do anything for his family, it was a different side to him that Buck loved to see.

He glanced between them before he realised the little girl was signing something. She had her small hand curled in a claw motion and she was moving her hand away from her face and back again and when Buck glanced back at Tommy, he realised the pilot was blushing and shaking his head.

A quiet chuckle escaped Tommy's lips when he watched (Y/n) repeat the same sign, and then the boys copied. Until all five of them were moving their hands back and forth away from their faces and pointing across at all five firefighters stood up on stage.

"Wh- what does that sign mean?"

Buck had met (Y/n) on a few occasions and he had seen the kids a few times so he knew all of them used sign language. He had learned a few signs from them. He knew the basics, hello, good bye, thank you, morning, coffee- an important one for Buck- and a few others. But he was still learning and he was more than happy for them to teach him so he could communicate with them.

It also helped for when they had hearing impaired people on calls so the team could effectively talk and communicate with them too.

"It means hero. They're calling us all heroes."

"Huh, I like it."

Of course he did. Tommy could see Buck grinning out the corner of his eye and he took a deep breath, keeping his gaze focused on his family while he clasped his hands back in front of him.

(Y/n) smiled as she tightened her arms around Daisy and pulled her back into her chest, giving her a cuddle. She leaned her cheek on top of Daisy's head and turned to the left so she was facing the stage so they could both see Tommy better. She moved one hand out to run up and down Tyler's back and darted her eyes across to the twins just to check they were okay.

Both of them were knelt up on their seats, elbows leant on the table while Jake immediately struck up a conversation with Mara. And James had his eyes locked on Tommy, not looking one inch away from his dad who was smiling softly and holding his gaze.

Tyler tilted his head back and turned to look up at (Y/n). He stretched his hand out like a high five and pressed the tip of his thumb against his temple, pulling his hand away twice. Before he stuck his thumbs and pinkies out and shook his hands up and down.

'Does dad get an award?'

She knew Tyler wasn't going to speak in front of people he didn't know. He had only just started to mutter when he was around Buck who had quickly become a friend to him.

When they were at home, Tyler would talk whilst he signed because he wasn't ashamed or embarrassed in front of his family. Being in public was a different matter.

"No trophy, he gets a medal." (Y/n) pressed her index finger and thumbs together into a circle in front of Daisy's chest. Tommy would get a medal and a plaque for this, along with the rest of the group. Although she had a feeling that Tommy wouldn't be wearing the medal for long. One of the kids would end up with it and the plaque would end up in (Y/n)'s bag.

It would be up to (Y/n) to find somewhere in the house to put the plaque, most likely in the living room with the other pictures of Tommy from when he first got into firefighting and then when he switched back to being a pilot. There was a section in the living room with photos of Tommy when he was a lot younger when he first joined the army. Tyler seemed to think that when Tommy was younger, when he had been rather thin, it made him look taller.

"You're a sweetheart, how old are you?" Karen leaned across the table to look at Daisy who started to giggle and held out three fingers.

When Tyler tapped (Y/n)'s arm and curled his index fingers in the sign for picture, (Y/n) fished her phone out her bag and handed it over. She had a feeling Tyler would take a video of the ceremony rather than a picture since there was already a photographer here.

Later on after all the comotion died down, (Y/n) was hoping to get a picture of Tommy in his suit with all the kids. It had been a while since she got a recent photo of them all together.

A smile lit up Karen's face when she realised Mara and Jake seemed to be getting along well. And she noticed that Jake was absentmindedly signing along with his speech and Mara was copying the signs with her hands on her lap. Taking in all the signs he was doing to see if she could remember some for future reference.

And Denny was leaning forward, trying to take note of what Daisy was doing. All the kids were half-listening to the speech Chief Simpson was giving out, they weren't interested until their respective parents were going to be commemorated.

He watched Daisy smile as she curled her hands on her shoulders and then pulled her arms away before she pressed her thumb to her forehead with her fingers stretched out.

"What does that mean?" Denny asked politely while he leaned forward against the table and nudged his drink of lemonade with his elbow.

"Brave daddy."

(Y/n) kissed the top of her head and smiled, thankful when all the kids seemed to settle down once the awards were finally being given out. She swayed her and Daisy from left to right while Hen went up first for her medal and her award.

By the time it was Tommy's turn, all the kids were buzzing and jumping up and down, tapping their hands against the table in excitement.

And (Y/n) loved the way that Tommy's eyes barely left his family. He didn't seem to take in what the Chief was saying and his eyes were focused on them while the medal was looped around his neck. When his eyes locked with hers, his lips curved up at one side into a dark smirk and he winked as he straightened up, standing taller than the chief.

She could see in Tommy's eyes that he was desperate for the attention to be taken away from him. He was glad to switch places with Buck and he was even happier when the awards came to a close and all they had to do was stand for a few more promotional pictures.

As soon as the pictures were finished, the five of them climbed down off the stand.

Tommy let out a shaky breath and hung his head down, looking at the medal hanging around his neck.

He didn't want a medal. He would of been happier if the chief just said he was proud they had all taken initiative and done something risky but brave. This was lovely but a bit too uncomfortable for Tommy. The only bright side to this was seeing the love and adoration on his family's face and the pride they all had for him. That made this worth while.

He barely stepped off the stand behind Buck before he looked ahead and saw his troop aiming for him.

The four of them weaved around the tables to get to him and Tommy crouched down just in time to have them all barrell into his arms.

The twins hit his chest and collided with his knees, Tyler wormed beneath his right arm and Daisy latched her arms around his neck and jumped until Tommy lifted her off her feet. He sat her down on his hip and lifted James to sit on his other hip while Tyler and Jake stood on either side, bouncing like springs they were so happy and hyper.

He felt Hen give his shoulder a squeeze as she walked past him, something fond bubbling over in her eyes. And he noticed the cheesy grin on Chimney's face as he turned round to see who all the kids belonged to.

"Jeez Tommy, I forgot you had a football team." His joke was well intended and he laughed fondly before he went to see his own family of two.

He felt the boys hover round his sides while they made their way back towards the table and Tommy gently eased James and Daisy back down to their feet in front of him. The four of them flitted around the table, hovering rather than sitting down because everyone else was up and about going from person to person and towards the buffet table that was now open.

While he had a second, Tommy moved over to where (Y/n) was sat and when he noticed her place her phone down on the table, he grinned. She'd snapped a few pictures of him and the kids then. Tommy had a thing for photo albums and photography.

He had books from each time (Y/n) was pregnant, full of all their scan photos, pictures of (Y/n) at different stages in each pregnancy and then thousands of the kids when they had all been born. Tommy loved savouring the moment, especially when it came to the kids.

The first photo that had been taken of each of the kids when they had been born were all now blown up on canvases in the dining room.

"Hi," He murmured softly while he wormed his way in between (Y/n)'s legs until his knees bumped her inner thighs. He leaned forward, resting his left hand on the table and his right hand behind her arm on the back of her chair. He was hovering over her, close enough that their noses brushed and he could feel each breath (Y/n) took which started to become lighter and lighter.

"Hey hero." (Y/n) moved her curled hand from her chin up towards Tommy, the sign for hero, before she cupped her hands on either side of his neck.

Her thumbs brushed over his pulse that was starting to quicken and throb beneath her touch. And when she tilted her head back and bit down on her lip, that was all the encouragement Tommy needed to devour her lips.

His wet lips felt electrified against hers and Tommy all but growled into her mouth when he felt her nails graze down his neck towards his collar. (Y/n) felt the growl vibrate through his chest and along his neck and when she dragged her hands down to touch the red velvet ribbon hanging around his neck, Tommy finally released her lips. She loved the blushing red taint to his lips and the way he panted, keeping so close that they were almost kissing again.

"You like it?" He spoke slowly and quietly, punctuating his words so (Y/n) could read his lips properly and his eyes darted down to the ribbon around his neck. He could see her fingertips gliding along the medal that weighed heavy against his chest but suddenly felt like a comforting weight when his wife stared at him like that.

One hand stayed pressed into Tommy's chest while (Y/n) tilted her head back to lock eyes with him. She moved her left hand in front of her face and curled her fingers into a palm, making a circle movement down towards her neck.

Handsome.

"Alright, come on lovebirds. Time to eat." Buck clapped his hands down on Tommy's shoulders from behind and gave him a little shake before he moved ahead towards the buffet.

(Y/n) moved to stand up when Tommy leaned back so he was no longer caging her in her seat.

She spoke a quiet "Any good?" when pointing towards the buffet, grinning and tilting her head back when Tommy stood behind her. He was slightly leant down to the left so he could hold Daisy's hand while the boys walked in front of them. The boys followed Buck like he was their mother hen leading them towards the food.

"Really good." Tommy responded before he lifted Daisy up and settled her on his hip so she could see what was on the table.

He leaned his cheek on top of her head and cuddled her close, reaching out to grab a paper plate for her. He knew she wouldn't eat most of the food on the table, she was very fussy, but he would try and get her to eat something even if it was a few crisps and sausage rolls.

His eyes flitted across to (Y/n) stood just in front of him, adding a few things to the twin's plates to help them. They had to check whatever the twins tried to eat when they were out like this because both of them were allergic to milk.

He muttered and pointed to a few things, his lips mostly staying glued to the top of Daisy's head. She pointed to a few things and Tommy nodded, placing them on the paper plate for her and smiling when he noticed Chimney behind him at the buffet.

"Okay, think you can take this back to the table with mummy?"

Daisy nodded and reached her hands out for the plate once Tommy set her down and kissed the top of her head. He watched her for a few seconds until she was stood next to James, following (Y/n) and the twins back to the table.

There was something extremely cute in the way that Daisy held her plate up high like she was balancing a heavy weight in front of her. She was doing her best to keep her arms out straight so she wouldn't drop the plate and as she walked, her hair swished behind her and the bows in her hair bounced up and down as she moved.

Tommy smiled and leaned over Chimney to grab another plate for himself this time and started adding a few things. He knew one of the kids would end up sitting with him and taking the food from his plate rather than their own so he needed to stock up. He didn't fancy making two trips to the buffet table.

He bumped shoulders with Buck who smiled before he rose a brow and looked down at Tommy's plate.

"You got enough there?"

Tommy's eyes darted between their two plates with a raised brow, noticing that Buck seemed to have quite a lot on his own plate to be saying that.

"I've got four kids that steal from my plate. What's your excuse?" He popped a sausage roll in his mouth as if to prove his point before he, Buck and Chimney all turned and looked around the room. They were trying to remember where each of them were sat.

It looked like Maddie and Jee were on the table next to (Y/n) and the kids which is what they all wanted so they could be close together. And when Tommy scanned the table, he figured he was going to have to lift one of the kids and sit them on his lap so he could actually have a seat at the table. He wasn't sure where Buck would sit.

Buck seemed to want to be with the kids and chat and be with them but there was limited seating at the table. He might end up sitting with Maddie and Chimney while they all had something to eat. Tommy had no doubt that all of them would be up and dancing to the music in half an hour or so.

The smile started to fade from Tommy's face and a dark shiver rolled from his shoulders down to the base of his spine when he looked to the left.

Captain Gerrard.

Tommy hadn't seen his old captain in over six years.

This was the captain that Tommy had never let his wife meet in fear of what Gerrard would say or do around (Y/n). He wasn't the type of person Tommy trusted because Gerrard would very easily say something inconsiderate or derogative and his views on women were very misogynistic.

He always had a bad feeling that (Y/n) might one day come by the station for something while Tommy was out on a call and Gerrard would be there and insult her. Tommy always told (Y/n) not to go by the station unless it was a dire emergency, and he barely introduced her to any of the old team when he was at the 118 because they followed Gerrard.

Tommy had never stood up to the old captain, he agreed and went along with anything because it was easier than being singled out.

The only time Tommy went against Gerrard was at the end when he put in at least ten different complaints for how he treated everyone.

"Kinard, Han. It's been a while." His gritty voice and the twist in his accent had Tommy's nose crinkling in disgust and it was hard to keep his expression stoic rather than let his displeasure be seen.

He could feel his shoulders rising and his back tensing up and Tommy knew if he had been a bird, all of his feather would have been ruffled and out of place. It didn't help that he could feel Buck's unease radiating off of him from behind and he could see Chimney try his level best to hold his head high and continue smiling. When really, all of them would of loved to throw a plate of food at Gerrard or push past him or clock him with a fist to the gut.

But they couldn't cause a scene, none of them. It wouldn't be fair when this was a celebration and all their families were here.

"Sure has." Chimney took a look around the station, clearly trying to find something to use as a distraction to get them all out of this awkward situation.

"Well, the floor looks spotless Han, good job."

The usual pale blue in Tommy's eyes swirled into something darker like a whirlwind had taken over his pupils. How dare he just walk in here and talk to Chimney like he knew him and like he still thought and valued him as little as he had back then. He had no idea what Chimney had done these last six years or how far he had come or what achievements he'd done in the job. This medal was just the tip of the iceberg.

Gerrard couldn't walk in here throwing insults around and expect them to sit down and take it or put up with this behaviour without a fight. Each of them had changed from who they had been all those years ago.

"You taught me well. Now, whenever I see some filth, I always think of you." The sickly sweet smile on Chimney's face made Tommy's shoulders relax a little and he held his chin high, wishing for Gerrard to blow a fuse or say something snotty to that.

But he couldn't. Gerrard was quick to throw the insults out, but he was never good when someone stood up to him. He would get angry very quickly and he wasn't the best at comebacks which made it easier to embarrass him.

Tommy took one step forward, about to follow after Chimney until Gerrard spoke up again. Clearly, this conversation wasn't over like they all wished it would be.

"I see you brought your soccer team, Kinard." He had his hat held under his arm and his head tilted to one side.

Beneath the pure white moustache, his lips were curved into a baiting smirk that made Tommy feel uneasy. There was an insult hiding behind those words but Tommy brushed them off. He didn't want to rise to the bait Gerrard was dangling in front of him.

Tommy wasn't ashamed of having four kids and nobody else here cared or commented on it so he wouldn't let Gerrard get a rise out of him for that.

"My family's here, yes."

The paper plate in Tommy's hand scrunched up in his grip until the food was tilting towards the dip in the centre of the plate and his thumb was close to breaking a hole in the edge. He wanted to go and sit down now. He didn't want to stand here and have a pretend conversation or have a row.

As if to take his mind from this conversation, Tommy glanced back towards the table. Even one little glance at his family had his heart calming down and a softer look crossed his eyes and melted his stoic expression.

It took him a moment to scout round the table until his eyes landed on his eldest. Tyler was running back towards the table, looking like he had just been with Bobby since Tyler now had a plastic cup in one hand and Bobby was near the drinks table.

When their eyes locked, Tommy lifted his head and straightened his shoulders. He crossed one arm over the other like a large X before uncrossing them and holding out his free hand. He curled his fingers to his palm, leaving his thumb and index finger out and started bending them while he moved his hand out.

"Don't run." He mouthed quietly along with the sign because he knew there was no way Tyler would hear him from this distance, but he would be able to read his lips.

Tyler curled his free hand into a fist and rubbed it in circles around his sternum as he stopped running immediately and shifted to walk the last few steps to the table. 'Sorry.'

Tommy's attention was quickly drawn back to Gerrard just as Chimney walked past him to aim for the tables. His eyes narrowed on his former Captain who snickered and huffed, but it was his eyes locked on Tommy's family that had his blood boiling and made Tommy taking a daring step closer.

"Hm, I heard your wife was one of those deaf and dumb girls, didn't realise your kids were too."

The plate in Tommy's hand crumpled into his palm, the contents spilling over the sides before Tommy let go. He didn't notice, hear or feel the contents fluttering down to the floor like feathers that got trampled beneath his boots when he lunged.

His hands latched around the collar of Gerrard's blazer and he used it to yank him closer, pulling him off balance and causing the Captain's boots to scuff against the polished floor. His hat fell from beneath his arm and both hands moved to lock onto Tommy's shoulders, trying in vain to give him a shove but Tommy didn't move an inch. He was a mountain that couldn't be moved.

Fury was evident in his eyes and rage flooded his face that went from pastel cream to a violent shade of red which crept up his neck and tainted his cheeks. The artery in Tommy's neck started to thunder beneath his skin while he pulled Gerrard so close that the Captain had to tilt his head back to look up at him properly.

He spun them both to the side and pushed until Gerrard's lower back and hips were pinned against the buffet table that must have given him bruises from the force he was pushed against it.

"How fucking dare you!" Each word spat past Tommy's lips in a low, dark hiss and his hands began to shake against Gerrard's shoulders, unsure whether to punch him or throw him down to the floor.

He could feel Buck's hands on his shoulders trying to wrench him back, but Tommy didn't move. He shook his shoulders and jabbed an elbow into Buck's abdomen to make him let go. Tommy didn't want to be dragged away. He didn't want to be stopped or calmed down or told this wasn't worth it. He wanted to ram his fists into Gerrard's chest and break his ribs. He wanted to throw him to the floor and see how he liked the feeling of Tommy's boot breaking into his bones.

He wanted to make Gerrard eat those words and feel what it was like to get comuppence for what he went round saying. He couldn't insult people and get away with it. He couldn't insult Tommy's wife and children and not come out of this unscathed.

"I should have decked you a long time ago." Maybe trying to punch his Captain a few years ago might have ended Tommy's career and gotten him fired or in the least, suspended, but it would have been a wise move. It would have shown Gerrard back then that he couldn't go round saying this kind of thing. It would of shown him that Tommy was fiercely protective over his family and Gerrard wouldn't have riled any of them up here on their day of celebration if he had been taught a lesson a few years ago.

"Tommy, Tommy hey, that's enough. Don't to this here." Buck wrapped an arm around Tommy's shoulders and grabbed his arm, yanking him back as much as he could while he looked around for help.

Chimney spun on his heels and made his way back over to them. He barely got five feet away before Gerrard caused a scene and riled Tommy up. He thrust his plate onto the buffet table and scurried forward, trying to worm his way between Tommy and the Captain. Chimney banged his forearms down on Tommy's elbows to break his steel grip and so he and Buck could move him away.

Buck pulled him back while Chimney pushed him, both of them holding onto Tommy for dear life when he fought against them to push forward.

"Jesus, take a joke Kinard-"

"Disrespecting my wife and kids isn't a joke." His voice dropped two octaves until he was at the point of growling.

What he said was not a joke, it was discrimination and Tommy wouldn't stand and let him do that. He would rather knock Gerrard out and get told to leave the station than stand and let Gerrard walk all over him like he used to. Not when it involved his family. Not when Gerrard was talking about the people Tommy loved to the end of the world.

His hands clenched into fists at his sides and he writhed, trying to push Chimney out of his way but it didn't work. Especially not when Bobby hurried over and pressed a firm hand down on Tommy's shoulder to keep him at bay.

As much as Bobby would agree and sympathise, the Chief was here and he would always side with a Captain rather than one of the team. Bobby didn't want Tommy to get into trouble no matter how justified his cause was.

"Alright, whatever this is, it stops now."

"Cap, this prick just-"

"Buck, don't. Tommy, go back to your family and you two go sit down and have something to eat as well." Bobby looked between the three of them and gave a nudge in the right direction before he turned to face Gerrard. "I've heard rumours of what you were like in this station house, and I won't have that happening again under my watch. The ceremony's over for you, it's time you left."

Bobby didn't know what had happened and he didn't need to know either. All he needed to know was Gerrard had clearly provoked Tommy and upset the team and Bobby wouldn't have that. He wouldn't allow anyone to cause arguments or be disrespectful. Especially not today when they were supposed to be celebrating the team.

With a deep breath, Tommy shrugged himself out of Buck and Chimney's hold while his eyes still burned through Gerrard's body. Wishing he had the ability to kill him with just one look.

"Stay the Hell away from me and my family." Tommy's chest heaved against his shirt and blazer that suddenly felt constricting and suffocating. And the medal hanging around his neck weighed him down and burned through his chest.

He turned around and stormed back towards the table, slowing his steps down so he could take a few deep breaths before he reached his family.

All eyes were on him. Tyler was following his every movement while he fiddled with his implant, trying to turn the volume up so he could work out what was going on. But he couldn't differentiate between the different voices or work out what his dad had been arguing about.

Both twins were knelt up on their chairs, trying to see why their dad was fighting and James had his hands over his ears. Tommy knew if he had thrown a punch, James would of ripped out his hearing aids so he wouldn't have to listen to the drama that always frightened him.

And Daisy was cuddled up in (Y/n)'s arms, frowning to the point of crying because she didn't understand.

She had seen her dad fight someone in the street and that had been enough to send her into fits of tears. All someone had to do was raise their voice near Daisy and she got intimidated. Tommy hated that he was the reason she was now shaking and almost crying. He hadn't meant to frighten her.

Turning to the left, (Y/n) gently eased Daisy onto James's chair so she could sit with him and not feel too panicked. She pushed up from the table and moved to stand in front of Tommy, running her hands up and down his arms that were taut and at the point of breaking through his blazer.

"Who was that?" She looked up but her eyes widened when Tommy's hands found her hips and he kissed her temple, breathing against her skin in short puffs.

"Gerrard." He muttered quietly, tilting his head down so (Y/n) could read his lips because Tommy didn't want to spell out his name or talk about him any more than necessary.

His hands let go of (Y/n)'s hips so he could weave his arms around her waist and pull her closer. Keeping her back towards the station doors so she didn't catch sight of Gerrard leaving. He didn't want to risk Gerrard looking over and trying to mutter something or point or make any kind of gesture in their direction.

Her fingertips grazed up and down Tommy's arms but she paused for a moment when Tommy turned. Her eyes followed his movements as he sat down in her seat and pulled her along with him. Her breath caught in her lungs when Tommy's arms tugged until she sat down on his lap.

It allowed him to tuck his face into her neck and press his lips against her skin while his arms bound tight around her middle. And he pulled her so her back was flush against his chest that was hard and heaving behind her.

(Y/n) twisted to the side so her left side was pressed into his chest and both arms were looped around his neck. She dragged her fingertips up and down the back of his neck and curved her lips into a smile when Daisy clambered off her chair and onto (Y/n)'s lap.

She wriggled under Tommy's arm and sat on (Y/n)'s knee, cuddling into Tommy's chest until he pecked the top of her head.

Tommy couldn't help the smile that spread across his face when both twins decided to push a chair close until it bumped into Tommy's thigh and touched his own chair. The pair of them clambered up onto the chair and leaned over until they could wrap themselves around whatever part of Tommy they could reach, causing him to groan playfully.

And when Tyler shuffled his chair closer to his dad's other side, pinning Tommy between his family, the pilot grinned. He felt Tyler wriggle under his right arm and both arms suddenly felt impossibly full, holding all of his family close to his chest.

[babyhatesreality]

Not sure if this has already been asked, but how would Stevie and Bucky be with a day of playing outside with their little? 🥺

Oh man. Best Day Ever.

You loved playing outside. The smell of the dirt grass, the feel of the dirt flowers, the insatiable call of the dirt sunshine.

They tried to make sure that you all went on walks or at the very least to the rooftop playground that Tony had created for all the littles up there as often as possible.

They would plan a whole outing outside whenever they could.

They would never tell you in advance- too many things could interfere and they hated disappointing you.

But at least once a month, they got a whole day off, and if there was no rain that morning, oh- it was ON.

Bucky had a special outdoors backpack for you, complete with bug spray, sunblock, sunglasses, hair ties, pail and shovel, ball, sidewalk chalk, wipes, and of course, a mini first aid kit.

Steve was in charge of snacks and meals, and he could pack a picnic lunch that was better than any of the fancy restaurants you'd ever been to.

They would begin dropping subtle hints at breakfast..."Wow, sure is nice outside today." "I don't think there's a single cloud in the sky this morning." "Sure would be nice to feel some sun, wouldn't it Baby?"

At first you didn't get it, but after a time, you started to clue in, and your little butt would start wiggling with excitement in your chair.

They always had to wait until you'd eaten all your breakfast before breaking the news, because the second you realized you were all going on a day trip outside it was impossible to get you to sit back down.

They would dress you carefully in your favorite cotton teeshirts and denim shorts that could take a dirty day and still come out clean after washing.

Bucky would plait your hair into the two braids that you loved so much and let you pick out which hair bobbles you wanted on the ends.

Steve would carefully tie your favorite sneakers with the light up features (just in case), then swing you up into the air and kiss your nose for being so good and still while he was tying them.

You loved the bustle of Central Park, you loved the privacy of the little playground outside the city, you loved the big national parks that you all drove to, you loved playing in a patch of grass. In short, it didn't matter where you were, so long as you were outside with the people that you loved.

If there was a swingset- forget it. The day was planned.

Steve and Bucky loved playing the game of who could swing you higher, partially out of a playful competitive nature between them, and partially because you were so damn happy, reaping the rewards of their competition.

Jungle gyms- oh man, those were awesome. You could pretend like you were Petey (without making Daddy grumpy) and scale up the rope nets and climbing walls and monkey bars. You took great delight in the day you managed to climb up the slide backwards. One of your greatest achievements.

If it was a big field or an open meadow, you and your daddies would kick around the bright pink ball from your backpack, not really following any rules or sport- just kicking it back and forth to each other, causing you to run around screaming with joy at your nonsense game.

They would find a shady spot for lunch, and you were usually pretty tuckered out from your activities as well as hungry, so it never was too much trouble to get you to stop playing and come eat. Besides, the day wasn't done.

After eating your delicious picnic lunch, you'd be a little more mellow (definitely NOT SLEEPY BECAUSE NO NAPS but you were totally sleepy). You'd play on the swings gently, or go down the slide over and over again, or pick all the prettiest wildflowers you could find.

Sometimes, you'd lay on your back snuggled in between your daddies and you'd all point out the different shapes in the clouds.

Eventually, you would tire yourself out to the point where they'd pick you up, lay your head on their shoulders, and you'd fall asleep instantly.

They'd quickly and quietly pack up and take you home, letting you snooze in your car seat. They'd lay you down on the couch on a blanket when you got home, since you'd gotten all sweaty.

When you woke up, it was straight into the bath. You'd chatter endlessly about all the activities, recounting them with giggles while Papa or Daddy washed all the dirt and grass away.

The three of you would make dinner, you still chattering away nonstop, making them both grin.

Since you'd already had your bath, it was a full on movie night with lots of blankets and cuddles on their bed.

And just like earlier in the day, you'd eventually just drop off to sleep, dreaming sweet dreams of beautiful meadows and fluffy clouds and colorful butterflies.

[g00dgraces]

“She looked fucking adorable in her puffy white coat and pink bobble hat, scarf, and matching gloves, with her long blonde hair braided in two plaits that reached the middle of her back.”

— 🍥 aoife molloy

[themultifandomgal]

Adam Ruzek- Single Dad Pt2

"So she actually threw up on you?"

"Yep it was awful. Like I was so embarrassed" Adam chuckles "but what about you. Any bad dates?" Adam and I are sat eating lunch in a really cute café

"Ughh to many to count. There was this one guy I started seeing and we were meant to be going on a date, he had picked me up but on the way to the restaurant I had a phone call to go back home as my mom had been called into work in an emergency. He really kicked off and refused to see me again. Actually refused to take me home. I had to call a taxi"

"What a jerk"

"Tell me about it"

"So what does you mom do then for work?"

"Oh she's a brain surgeon at Chicago Med. Sometimes she will get called in and I have to look after Jack"

"What about your dad? Where's he?"

"He and my mom split up when I was 10. Then she met Jacks dad who's actually in the army so we don't see him all that much"

"Oh I'm sorry"

"No it's ok. I get on with both my dad and Jacks. So does mom, she thought it would be best for us all if everyone got on"

"That's good. I wish I got on with Ally's mum, you know for her sake. I'm lucky I have some good friends"

"I'm sorry that her mom isn't involved, but it's her loss right? And I think it's sweet how your friends love her as if she was their biological family" my phone dings "sorry"

"No problem" I check my phone to see mom has been called in to do a surgery

"I'm so sorry, but I've got to go look after Jack"

"Hey no it's fine don't worry about it"

"I really am sorry" I stand up

"Hey why don't you bring him to mine? we can take them to the park"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes of course" Adam texts me his address

"Ok I'll see you in a bit then"

"But why?"

"Because were going to go to the park with Ally and Adam" I take Jacks coat of the hanger and help him put it on

"But why?"

"Jack please just do as I say"

"Where's mommy gone?"

"She's got to make people better" I finally get Jack out the house and into his car seat

"How long is the drive?"

"Not long" I type in Adams address into maps and start the car while Encanto soundtrack plays, Jacks current obsession

"We don't talk about Bruno" Jack yells making me laugh "no no no"

After a few minutes and a lot of singing we arrive at Adams

"Ok now you have to be a good boy for me ok?"

"Ok YN" I lift him out of his car seat then lock the car. We walk up to the door

"Can I press the bell?" Jack asks pointing to the door bell. I lift him up and he presses the bell. A few seconds later Adam opens up the door

"Hey bud you ready for a play date?" Adam asks Jack

"Yeah. Guess what" before Adam can even breath Jack is already telling him that we listened to the Encanto songs

"You did did you?" Adam looks at me

"Yup. We don't talk about Bruno on repeat. All the way here"

"Well Encanto is Ally's favourite film so shall we put it on?"

"Can we?" Jack asks me

"Yes of course"

"Yay" we walk in and Adam takes us to the living room. Ally is playing with a doll

"Hi Ally how are you?" I ask

"Good" she says shyly with her hair half in a bobble and half out

"I'm guessing your daddy did your hair?" I ask and she nods

"Can you do hair?" She asks me 

"Come here" I say as Adam puts on Disney+ and finds Encanto for the kids. I do a French plait for her

"YN and I will make you some snacks" Adam and I walk into the kitchen

"Sorry this isn't the date we planned" I sigh as Adam passes me a bowl and some crisps

"It's ok. We can always have another date" he shrugs

"So it's not been a complete disaster then?" I ask raising my eyebrows

"Definitely not" we take the snacks over to the kids while they are mesmerised by the TV. Adam and I go back into the kitchen to talk

"How often does Jack get to see his dad?" he asks making a drink

"Maybe every 4 months for a week? This is probably the longest he's been away, it's been about 6 months since he was home"

"Wow. How does your mother cope?"

"She works, a lot. That's why I help out, take Jack out and do things with him"

"Your good with him. Most siblings wouldn't do what you do"

"You think?" I raise my eyebrows.

For the rest of the afternoon Adam and I chat, then take Jack and Ally to the park and we also play games with them before it's time for Jack and I to leave. Jack goes to say bye to Ally while I say bye to Adam.

[melancholicheart]

All This Time- Chapter 10 (END)

!FINALE!

cw: trans male pregnancy (past, mentioned), angst, miscommunication, fluff and happy ending

“I wanna take you out,” Simon says, out of the blue. “You and Elizabeth, tonight. My treat.”

“Oh yeah?” Johnny quirks a brow and smiles at Simon, “What’s the occasion?”

Simon is silent for a short moment but Johnny, ever the expert on the body language of Ghost, sits bolt upright and stares at him intently, “Simon, what’s the occasion?”

“I- I’ve handed in my notice. Yesterday, to Price before they left. Effective immediately.” Simon mumbles. He watches Johnny’s face to gauge a reaction, “I’m not going back.”

“You’re- not? You’re being serious?” Johnny asks.

“Deadlier than a .50 Cal.” He jokes.

Johnny’s face erupts into pure elation. Whether he means to or not, he throws himself at Simon. He wraps his arms around his neck and holds him tightly as he laughs at himself, “You really mean it?”

“I wouldn’t lie to you, Johnny,” Simon sighs. He rests his nose in the nape of Johnny’s neck and breathes in gently. Johnny’s scent has always calmed him and he closes his eyes gently, “I’ve handed my notice in so I can be here for you and Elizabeth. If- if that’s still what you want, that is.”

“Of course it is,” Johnny mumbles. He lessens his grip a little but stays in Simon’s arms, “It’s all I’ve thought about for a long time now.”

Simon smiles and opens his eyes, looking over Johnny’s shoulder and seeing the door to Elizabeth’s room where she is playing.

“So, can I take you both out? I want to ask Elizabeth if she wants me to stay for good, no more army and whatnot. Then, if she says yes, I’ll start looking for a place of my own so I’m not in your hair all the time.” Simon explains.

“Yes you can take us out but you don’t need to find a new place. You’re fine here, Si, you should stay with us.”

“What, in your bed? I can’t stay here forever, I’ll just be holding you back from things again.”

Johnny shakes his head, “No you won’t, I want you to stay. I like having you back around

Simon and I- well, it’s nice to not have an empty bed anymore.”

Simon isn’t convinced. Johnny has always been too nice for his own good. Hell, the fact he even let him in the house when he appeared on his doorstep is testament to that, but Simon lets it drop for now.

He takes time to book a reservation, at a Mexican restaurant that Johnny says is Elizabeth’s favourite place. He thinks about Alejandro and Rudy, already retired and beginning the process of adoption right now. He wonders what they would think of him, of what happened with Johnny and about Elizabeth. He imagines Alejandro would be head over heels for her, picking her up and throwing her in the air. Rudy would be more careful and wouldn’t treat her like a kid. He would talk to her and braid her hair and Simon feels a smile grace his features as he thinks of his little family being with his dysfunctional work family.

Five PM rolls around. They voted for an earlier dinner so Elizabeth could be in bed at a reasonable time. Her school life starts next week and Johnny is trying to fit her into a routine now so the first day isn’t as daunting for her.

Simon is dressed casually but nicely. He has straight black jeans on and a button up grey shirt that tucks into the waistband of his pants well. He wears his leather jacket over the top. He can’t find Johnny or Elizabeth about though so he tiptoes to her room and peaks in at the door.

Johnny is dressed too, nice pants on and a black shirt with mesh shoulders and sleeves. His hair is styled messily and Simon goes weak at the knees and feels his face blush bright red as he looks at him in the reflection of the mirror he’s sat before. Elizabeth has on a shirt and skirt combo, tights with butterfly patterns etched into them and a black skirt swishes around her legs. She just has a white shirt on, pleasantly clean for a four year old, and Johnny is expertly tying butterfly adorned bobbles into the two plaits on the side of her head.

Johnny catches Simon’s eye in the mirror and smiles as he leans forwards and kisses the back of Elizabeth’s hair, “All done baby.”

Elizabeth jumps up promptly and startles when she sees Simon in the doorway before smiling. She thanks Johnny for doing her hair and says, “Daddy! Look how pretty Papa’s shirt is!”

It’s Johnny’s turn to blush as he tugs on the loose shirt, “It’s not- I dunno- too much is it?”

Simon shakes his head and picks Elizabeth up after she raises her arms at him. He is a natural already, he knows all her tells and what she wants all the time, “I think you look amazing, Johnny.”

“Thanks, Si,” Johnny shows a nervous smile, “You look great too.”

“Wa’ about me? Am I pretty?” Elizabeth asks and Johnny chuckles.

He walks over to them and he smiles at Lizzie, gently running a thumb over her soft cheek, “You look beautiful, darling.”

Once everyone is happy and ready, they drive to the restaurant and Elizabeth bounces giddily as Johnny and Simon hold her hands and lift her up the stairs. She swings from their arms and babbles on about tacos and chilli and Simon doesn’t think he’s ever heard her talk quite so much.

They are seated quickly and Simon tells Johnny to have something to drink if he likes and Simon will drive them home. He gets a beer, after a little persuasion whilst Simon and Elizabeth both drink J2O.

Their meals don’t last long, Elizabeth devours her tacos and a plate of chips as Simon watches in shock. He got chilli nachos, the same chilli in the tacos, and he thinks it is super spicy but Elizabeth doesn’t seem fazed. Johnny, as always, gets chicken enchiladas. They talk a little over their food but not about anything important.

It’s domestic, Simon notes. So normal and natural, everyone else in the busy restaurant doing the exact same thing, but Simon’s heart is beating out of his chest with pure elation at feeling so ordinary.

When they place their dessert orders, Simon and Johnny share a look and Simon turns to Elizabeth before clearing his throat. Johnny sips from his light beer and watches.

“Elizabeth, sweetie, can I talk to you?” Simon asks.

She nods but looks a little sheepish. She sips her drink through a straw and then says, “Am I in trouble?”

Simon shakes his head, “No Lizzie, don’t worry, I just want to ask you a question?”

“Okay, Daddy.” She smiles and pays full attention to him.

“I- I wanted to ask if you would like me to stay. If you would be okay with me moving in with you and Papa. I asked Grandpa Price if I could leave my job with him and he said I could so I can stay here with you and Papa. Would you like that?” He asks.

She is less enthusiastic than Johnny but that doesn’t mean that she isn’t excited. She nods quickly and rocks in her place in the booth a little, “So, you’ll stay forever?” She asks.

“If you would like me to, yes.” Simon says and she nods enthusiastically. She shuffles along the seat and cuddles her Dad.

“Yes please, Daddy,” She mumbles, “I won’t have to miss you then!”

Simon pouts and wraps his arms around her, “You’ll never have to miss me again, darling, I promise. I’m sorry I wasn’t here from the start for you.”

“‘s okay, Daddy, I have you AND Papa now. That’s pretty cool.”

Simon laughs and Johnny watches them both with a fond smile. Looking at Simon and Elizabeth together like that warms his heart and he is so happy for Simon. He’s known him for such a long time and seen everything he’s been through and for him to be as happy as he is in this moment makes Johnny feel so ecstatic.

When they’re back home and Elizabeth is tucked into bed, Johnny pours a glass of bourbon for himself and Simon and sits in the living room with him. Simon thanks him for the glass and takes a sip.

“I’m proud of you Simon,” Johnny mumbles, “You’ve adjusted to all of this so well and we’re so happy to have you.”

“Thankyou Johnny. I’m not gonna lie and say it isn’t a lot, because it is, but I wouldn’t want things to be any different.” Simon smiles.

Johnny places his glass on the coffee table and shuffles a little closer to Simon and places a hand on his forearm, “You don’t want to make any changes?”

Simon looks into Johnny’s eyes and feels like he’s transported back to the barracks. Johnny lay in bed, shirtless most likely, and with much shorter hair. His eyes would shine in the dark, guiding Simon like a beacon and he never once lost his way with Johnny by his side. He lets out a little chuckle into his glass before placing it down too.

“You’re right,” Simon smirks, “There is one thing..”

Johnny smirks back, “Is that so? Well tell me, Simon, what could possibly make your stay any better?”

Simon leans in, nose touching Johnny’s and a warmth overcomes him and trickles up his face. His lips are tingling and he bites his lip gently, “You.”

He presses his lips to Johnny’s just as soon as he stops speaking and he smirks at the surprised noise that emits from him. He licks into his mouth, tasting Johnny for the first time in so long and it’s like a breath of fresh-fucking air.

“Fuckin’ missed you.” Johnny breathes out lightly as he slides his hands up and rests them on the nape of Simon’s neck, gently running his fingers through the hair there.

“I missed you too, I missed this,” Simon mutters, pressing his lips back against Johnny’s and pulling back a little as he sinks his teeth into Johnny’s lower lip, pulling him with him, “I missed us.”

“Please come to bed with me,” Johnny mumbles, “Not to do anything, I just- I need to be with you, need to hold you.”

Simon nods but doesn’t move, encapsulating Johnny’s lips once more and sinking into it further, pressing him into the back of the couch as he hand cups Johnny’s face, thumb rubbing circles into his light stubble. He smiles to himself and mumbles, “I can’t believe that I have you back after all this time.”

“Let’s not do that again,” Johnny whines, “I don’t want to wait any longer.”

“Never again?” Simon asks, wrapping his pinky around Johnny’s and kissing their interlocked hands.

Johnny smiles and kisses them too, “Never.

ONE WEEK LATER

“Where’s Daddy?” Elizabeth whines, tugging on Johnny’s hand as he walks her across the road to school.

“I don’t know darling, he’ll be here soon though, okay?” Johnny explains and she nods.

“I want him here, I don’t want to go in without saying goodbye.”

Johnny rubs his thumb soothingly on the back of her hand and grumbles under his breath that Simon better not be late. They stand together in the school grounds, waiting for the teacher’s to let the kids in, and Elizabeth is scanning around the playground to find people her age to befriend. She sidles up closer to Johnny and tugs on his arm.

“That’s lots of people.” She mumbles.

“Don’t worry baby,” A voice behind her replies, “You’ll be everyone’s favourite soon enough.”

They both turn around and see Simon standing behind her. He has a bundle of paperwork under his arms but in the other hand he passes her a single daisy, long and bright, and he leans down to her height.

“Daddy!” She shrieks in delight. She throws her arms around his neck and he rests a hand on her back. “You made it!”

“Of course I did, I promised I’d be here, didn’t I?” He says and she nods.

“Had us worried for a minute there, Si.” Johnny says lightly, holding his hand out for him and helping him off the floor.

“I’m nothing if not a man of my word.” Simon smiles and wraps his arm around Johnny’s back as Elizabeth stands between them both, “I got the job, by the way.”

“You did? I thought you were only going for an interview?”

“They liked me, for some reason. They hired me there and then and I signed the contract,” Simon grins, “I am now a Veteran’s physiotherapist.”

Johnny had been shocked to learn that Simon had gone above and beyond in his medics training since Johnny left and has actually gotten medical qualifications in the time they’ve been apart. He is still training and perfecting what he does but he has snagged himself a job that he actually is excited about so fast and Johnny is so proud.

“Oh Simon, that’s amazing,” Johnny grins, “I’m so proud of you.”

Simon smiles and looks across the grounds where the teachers are calling the kids in. Johnny and Simon walk Elizabeth over to her teacher and both crouch down to hug her.

“Have an amazing first day, baby girl,” Johnny kisses her forehead, “Be good, learn lots. I love you and I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too, Papa. I love you.” She replies.

“Have a good day, sweetheart,” Simon mumbles, kissing her cheek, “We’ll both come and pick you back up later, okay?”

“Okay, I love you Daddy.” She says.

Simon freezes a little, looking into the little girl’s sincere eyes, and his own well up before he says, “I love you too, darling.”

She goes inside, her bag trailing behind her in her hands and Johnny wraps his arms around Simon and holds him as they walk back to the car, “She said she loves you!”

“So I didn’t just imagine that?” Simon mumbles.

Johnny chuckles and shakes his head, “I love you too, y’know?”

Simon smiles and kisses the tip of Johnny’s nose, aware they’re in public, “I love you too.”

And he does. Simon loves his family.

[judeswhore]

Do you think jude is kind of boyfriend to help you style your hair? Like you have long ass hair and struggle so much with it

YES this is self indulgent (is that the phrase?) bc i have long hair and i love when people play w it or do it for me so like being extra tired and warn out and he’s like “c’mere babe” and he’s got ur brush and a bobble or something and he sits u on the floor between his legs and brushes ur hair and he’s so soft and gentle and takes such good care of u and then he does this really loose plait that he’d spent ages learning how to do :((

[thevoyageurmoteplass-writing]

Zinnia watched as, once again, Skye let out a groan and ran a hand through her hair to undo the plait she’d been working on. The new hairstyle was giving her more problems than seemed healthy, but she was refusing to give up on following the tutorial.

‘Hair bobble,’ Zinnia said before standing with a roll of her eyes; she was never going to get her revision done at this rate, but there was no deterring Skye from this current flight of fancy. She either had to ride it out with her, or deal with the annoyance of Skye’s random outbursts. She walked over to Skye, hand extended.

Skye’s face lit up, any frustration gone in an instant. ‘You lifesaver,’ she said brightly, passing the bobble over and turning back to the little screen she’d been watching and restarting the video.

‘Yeah, yeah,’ dismissed Zinnia, grinning as she ran her fingers through her friend’s hair. ‘I take payment in posh chocolate, you know the drill.’

‘All depends on what it looks like,’ Skye teased, but she stilled quickly and allowed Zinnia to get to work. ‘And I promise we can work afterwards.’

Zinnia hummed a dismissive acceptance of that comment. But at least when she was done, Skye might be a little quieter even if she didn’t do the revision.

[journallingweeks]

Had a nice moment on Sunday where I was dragged out of bed quickly to go for a coffee.

I did my makeup quickly and took two bobbles on my wrist. When we got there, I propped my phone up against my water bottle and plaited my hair using my phone’s camera.

Summery !

[muckleberryjam]

Apparently I only makeover occult lady townies atm - Celene is so cute though,  Bobble-head and all, so it’s ok.

Her style is maybe a little subdued for someone barkeeping for werewolves, with a grand history of dyeing her hair weirdly, but ehh. I like the delicate-yet-self-assured-don’t-cross-me aesthetic. And her bleach job is flawless.

I also feel like Celene originally hailed from Strangerville, but that might just be the rootin’ tootin’ ness of her boots and hat.

celene wears • hair down & hair up (@daylifesims) • plaits (@sunivaa) • glasses (@luutzi) • rings (@simlikethis) • tattoo (@bexosims)

may queen • dress (@laupipi-blog) • flower crown (@miikocc) • necklace (faaeish) • boots (@dallasgirl79)

double denim • jacket (@nell-le) • turtleneck (@its-adrienpastel) • jeans (@greenllamas) • hat (ea basegame)

sportz • hoodie & undershirt (@trillyke) • shorts (@clumsyalienn) • leggings (@mmoutfitters) • tied shirt (@joliebean) • hightops (@mossylane)

tumblr fall aesthetic 2013 • jumper (@sunivaa) • jeans (@simstrouble) • hat (@ilkup) • earrings (@christopher067) • necklace (shadow) (@pralinesims) • boots (@dallasgirl79)

ur barred • shirt (@gorillax3-cc) • undershirt (@serenity-cc) • jeans (ea high school years) • necklace (palamides) (@pralinesims)

yee haw • jumper (@akalukery) • skirt (@clumsyalienn) • hat (ea basegame) • boots (@darte77)

[impactmintsfresh]

hello love! would it be possible to request something with daddy!stucky where the reader’s favorite activity is playing with bucky’s long hair, and steve surprises her with a hair styling play set with fake scissors and everything because he loves to watch bucky and their baby play together?

Of course! I love this idea, it is so super cute I hope I did it justice.

Word Count : 1.6k

Warnings : Ddlg relationships (SFW)

Steve smiled as he came into the living area. Bucky had fallen asleep with you on the couch and when you couldn't wake him up you had started playing with his hair. Tangled was softly playing in the background and Steve could tell Bucky was faking but you were too engrossed in braiding the couple of strands of hair.

You had heard once that you can braid love into peoples hair, it sounded strange at first. But one night Bucky had woken screaming from a bad dream, with Steve away you had helped. You'd gotten Bucky some water and when he refused to move from his spot on the edge of the bed you had sat on your knees behind him and began braiding his hair.

The feeling of your hands through his hair, the slight pull as you twisted the strands together had been just enough to keep his mind anchored in the present. You two had stayed like that for a while, before Bucky felt your hands leave his hair and he turned to pick you up and carry you to bed.

You loved to play with his hair now, when you were feeling bigger you might wash it for him or tie it up. But when you were feeling little you liked to put little clips and sparkly things in his hair. Aunty Nat had once gotten you glitter spray but your Daddy had really not liked that you had gotten a spanking and a time out. Daddy Steve had snuck you some snacks though and told you that he thought Bucky had looked like a very pretty fairy princess.

Steve felt his heart melt looking at your little tongue sticking out as you concentrated on clipping the butterfly on just the right part of Bucky's hair. You had once packed them into his mission bag so he could keep his fringe out of his face when he was fighting, Sam had bullied him for a bit about it until Bucky snapped. He wore them though, you couldn't see and had no way of knowing but he wore them for you. Wasn't like anyone was going to live to tell.

"What you doing to Daddy there my love?" Steve was whispering as he came into your view, not wanting to wake up Bucky.

"Making Daddy pretty for you." Bucky's eyes flew open at that, knowing Steve the cheeky shit would never let it go. "Daddy you awake!" You clapped your hands and passed Bucky the pink plastic mirror so he could see your work.

"Oh wow Baby, look at that!" Bucky twisted making sure he got to see all of the different styles you had done in his hair. There were at least three different types of plaits, one ponytail, one bun, and what was probably a knot that wouldn't come out without some serious conditioner.

Bucky held up one of the braids. "Is this a new one you learnt Baby?" You nodded very seriously, you had spent ages learning different styles when Bucky was away for him. Steve tried to hide his laugh as he looked over Bucky.

Steve picked you up and carried you into the hall. "I have a surprise for you, my love." You wiggled around in his lap trying to find the present, but Steve held you firm making sure not to drop you. Picking up the box, he walked you back to Bucky while you whined and tried to peek.

You excitedly ripped open the box as soon as you could, revealing a pink case. You looked at Steve confused, who just smiled and helped you open it. Inside were a bunch of plastic hairdressers tools, everything from straighteners to scissors for you to use on Bucky. Steve was kinda hoping this would stop you tying knots into Bucky's hair but also because he loved the look of peace on Bucky's face when you played with him. But he knew there was only so many times you could braid the same strands and tie the same couple bobbles and clips in.

Of course, you complained that Bucky wouldn't let you try them all on him now insisting that you all needed to go to bed. But you had the perfect opportunity tomorrow when Bucky and Steve had the day off.

You started by making Bucky tip his head over the side of the bath so you could wash it. Normally when you washed Bucky's hair it was soft and loving while you were in a hot bath together. This time it was a little more… ruff and ready. You put a towel around the back of his neck and grabbed the shower head.

"is ok Daddy?" You forgot to check the water on your hand and sprayed the freezing cold water right on the back of his neck. Bucky tried not to swear.

"Oh um a little cold there Doll?"

"Okie!" You turned the water all the way up, still not touching the water.

Bucky felt the skin of his scalp burning off, and sent a silent prayer to the AI to figure this out. Thankfully the water quickly returned to the normal temperature of his shower, and he made a mental note to figure out a way to thank FRIDAY.

You rubbed the shampoo into Bucky's hair after it was nice and damp, not thinking too much about any soap that may have dripped into his eyes. That was all Bucky could think about though as his eyes started to burn. He tried to subtly wipe away the suds but he startled you, making you drop the showerhead onto the floor.

The shower head sprayed water all over the bathroom and with soap in his eyes Bucky couldn't see where it was to grab it and stop the water. The screaming brought Steve, who couldn't stop laughing as he turned the shower off. He had the pair of you go and change out of your soaked clothes before you were allowed to play hairdresser again.

You didn't have a plastic sheet so you settled for cutting a hole in a bin liner, Bucky tried to tell you that it was needed since the scissors were plastic but Steve had smacked the back of his head for trying to ruin your fun. Bucky grumbled about not being able to move his hands, but was excited for you to start playing with his hair.

"Daddy, how do you ant your hair?" He watched you bounce behind him in the vanity mirror, feeling himself smile at your eagerness.

"Well I have this very pretty Dame letting me take her out to dinner tonight and I want to impress her." He watched you duck your head and smile.

"Sounds special."

"Oh yeah see she has to be the smartest, funniest, kindest woman I know and she's giving silly ole me a chance so I gotta pull out all the stops." You were really laughing now. You smacked Bucky lightly with the plastic hair drier.

"-addy stop."

"Only if you give me a kiss, Doll?" You lent round and kissed him on the cheek. "Hmmm I guess that will do. Now Darling, I want you to make me look very handsome."

You couldn't help but think he already did, but decided you would try a new braid style you had been practicing really hard that aunty Yelena had shown you.

You started by pulling sections on Bucky's hair and using the scissors to 'cut' them. "This long?" You held up the hair for Bucky to see, it was from the back and he couldn't even work out how much was going to be 'cut' off.

"Looks perfect Baby." You smiled and continued to pull and play cut all of his hair. Bucky closed his eyes and focused on the feeling of your fingers.

Bucky felt like his heart was going to give out as he watched you try to use the fake blow dryer on his hair. When you realised it wasn't going to dry his wet hair you started blowing on it yourself. You cheeks all puffed up and the soft air blowing against his head had Bucky falling in love all over again with you and your innocence.

Eventually thought, you realised that was never going to work and called Steve to help you use the big girl blow dryer. Steve stayed after that watching the way you were so hyper focused on what you were doing you didn't notice your tongue sticking out again. When you played hairdresser with Bucky next time you might ask him silly questions about his day and make small talk like a real hairdresser but this time you were so focused on making his hair pretty for your date.

You twisted and braided all the different strands until it sat perfectly. With each twist you tried to think about all the different things you loved about Bucky, all the ways he was special and important to you thinking that they would get trapped in his hair and stay with him.

Bucky had long since closed his eyes again, overwhelmed by the feeling of someone spending so much time to pamper him. He listened to your little murmurings, not quite words but little sounds he treasured.

When you were done you held the hand mirror up for him so he could see the back. He smiled knowing exactly where you had gotten the idea from home. He didn't say anything, just picked you up and spun you around. You had laughed when his arms ripped though the stupid bin liner and laughed even harder as he kissed your face all over.

"I guess you like it?"

"Oh Baby, it's so perfect! Do you think my date is going to love it?" You giggled clinging on to him nodding.

[trueshellz]

Coming home one day when Bakugou has the day off, leaving him very specific instructions on what to do during his time off. A list of chores to complete, things to fix in the house and of course, things to keep your little girl occupied while you're out, including the school work she needs to complete before Monday. Except you come home and you can hear giggling... and what sounds like sighing very loudly.

Venturing into the living room to see your daughter stood on a small stool, her dad sitting cross legged on the floor with an old towel wrapped around him. There's the faint sound of music on as she dances, her little hands moving over her dad's hair as she fixes another butterfly clip into his unruly blonde locks. Her eyes crinkling in glee as she claps and adds some glitter hair gel to the blonde pieces she has haphazardly plaited and pinned down. You're trying not to laugh, you really are, but your husband looks like something caught between a scarecrow and a balding Barbie doll. Your hands moving to snap a photo with your phone and send it to Kirishima when his eyes narrow, meeting yours as he tries to get up and stop you from doing so.

"Don't."

A pfft sound leaving your mouth as you try to cover it, body shaking in laughter as he glares up at you... the mood ruined completely when his eyes soften and he shakes his head at you trying to hide his smile. Having to apologise when his little angel reprimands him for moving while she's working, her masterpiece is close to being ruined and she is not happy. Her hands on her hips as she tells him off, you're laughing loudly now not even bothering to hide it anymore.

"Daddy! Stop moving. You'll ruin it."

"Sorry, angel."

A hmph noise when she moves his head back in place, his little tongue sticking out the side of her mouth as she make two pigtails in his hair using bright purple hair bobbles. Bakugou sitting there all quiet, his hands scrolling through his phone as he let's himself be moved left and right, head pulled back by his hair without even a grumble or wince. You can't help the way your heart clenches at the sight of them, his patience and love for her. The way he would give her the whole world if he could, protect her from everything and anything that could harm her even if it meant damning himself in the process.

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