#then my dad wanted to cook on the grill and was a little excited watching tv for the parades and fireworks
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galariangengar · 2 years ago
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These goddamn fireworks are fucking with the wifi… fuck this holiday and fuck this country
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mossyivy · 9 months ago
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This thought just came to my head and I couldn’t help but giggle.
Imagine Chris invites Leon over to watch football on Sundays, and have a bomb ass barbecue of course; like all dads do on the weekends. But you didn’t really mind, it meant the kids would get off your back for a few hours and you could gossip with Chris’s wife.
The two of them would totally be standing by the grill, bud lights in their hands as they watched the TV outside on the patio, yelling at the players like they could hear them.
They’d hit that signature dad pose. Legs slightly spread apart, standing, arms crossed, you know which one I’m talking about.
Also they’d literally compliment each other on their barbecue and stuff. They’d spend hours just trying to smoke a brisket or something, having the typical bro talk while doing it.
- Anon! 🎀
(Chris looks like a Giants fan. No I will not be elaborating further.)
Literally can't decide which apron Chris would be wearing so here's all the options
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With the middle one he'd definitely pat his wife's ass every time she walked by. She'd just stop and stare for a second and he'd point to the apron. She'd just nod and keep walking, use to his bullshit by now.
The wives would be talking about bitchy moms at the PTA as the kids play on the Redfield's giant playset. (Like think about a McDonald's play place and old chuck e. cheese playgrounds together. Just minus the child vomit and mildew smell). They're drinking wine, talking among themselves when they overhear their husbands talking.
"She's a beauty! Doesn't throw fits. Let's me do whatever I need to and I don't even need to put in much effort." You two life your heads, listening to Chris until Leon speaks up.
"Where'd you find her?"
"Street corner!" Chris's wife stands up, about to walk over until Leon's wife grabs her arm and forces her back in the seat.
"Some guy was moving and selling the old girl so I scooped her up and brought her home."
He's talking about the fucking grill...
Chris's wife sighs in relief. Feeling her heart return to her body as she chugs the rest of her wine. She was fully ready to knock some sense into that man...
Eventually Lulu walks over and wants to help her dad cook. He'd grab her little apron and make her stand by the side of the grill on a chair and hand his cheese slices for the burgers. Her apron:
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To which Leon looks at Violet and asks her why she doesn't help him grill at home while she's getting one of the barrel juices from the kids cooler.
"You gonna pay me daddy?" He's stunned for a second and stares at her.
"What? Why would I pay you?"
"I was told to never do a job for a man who didn't pay me what I deserved."
"Who told you that?"
"Mommy." Leon looks up at his wife who's sipping her wine. Daring him to say a word. He just ruffles Violets he hair up.
"Good advice. Go play." His wife nods, going back to her conversation while Violet runs off.
I'd imagine the game would be a massive deal to the both of them. Like it's their teams against each other and they have a bet going. The game goes into overtime and eventually Leon's team wins and he's so excited he goes to cheer but sees his two girls are out like a light inside the living room of the house so he just tries keeping in his excitement so the kids can sleep until they finish packing up to go home.
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where-are-the-spooky-gays-2 · 7 months ago
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It's time for some Dadgil headcanons because I said so
Give this man a baby to sit and watch the kid cling to him. He is so doting and attentive and he always talks softly around the little potato
Little kids love him and his purple hair, they think he's a nice witch who shows them magic (read: he plays some musical instrument for them and teaches them a little)
Kid gets hurt? Even if Remus is there to help, Virgil rushes out with antiseptic and bandaids. If it's more scary than painful, he comforts the little munchkin and gets them a snack for being brave
Incidentally Remus wants a snack too—a purple edgy daddy kind of snack
Rough housing is a Remus specialty, but Virgil is no stranger to it, and kids love riding his shoulders just to feel really tall
He is a master at detangling hair and styling it. Not even chewing gum can stop him! He has a ton of hair chalk if a kid wants some color too
Tell no one but he is the best cook ever!! He makes the best nuggets and mac and cheese!! And he can hide veggies in it!! Oh!! And-and he doesn't set his grill on fire yes this is a little shade
Speaking of food, this man is a baker and a damn good one
Remus is perganant? Of course he is just look at his partner how could he not be!! He's also gonna be spoiled and pampered by a certain spider excited to be a dad no I didn't write a behemoth fic about this
Is it bedtime? Kid is getting a story and a lullaby from Dadgil
Uh oh! Someone had a nightmare! Virgil will calm the kid down and let them sleep with him, and he'll cuddle them and scare away the bad dreams because no one is scarier than protective Dadgil
Remus likes having an excuse to call him Daddy and then deal with the aftermath when they're alone
Honestly he just gets so mushy watching Dadgil in action. That's his Scare Bear and he's just too adorable!!
Fuck Y E S Dadgil my beloved these are all S O fucking cute P L E A S E!!! Vee's so gentle, loving, caring, and fun with the kids and the fact that they all love him is adorable as fuck!!! You better believe the Emo absolutely makes banger ass meals and treats and a very perganant ball of chaos of his happens to be lucky to have them all when he's getting pampered XD <3 (Of course he'd be a lil shit any chance he'd get with Vee being a Dad and y'know what it's W O R T H I T XD)
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arielhopepeace · 2 years ago
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This is the final part! I hope you enjoyed this short little smutty, kinda depressing Joel story! Lol ❤️ please dm me with suggestions for more if you’d like to read something specific. I’d love to hear from you!
Part Five
18+ only
Tw: SMUT almost the whole chapter, praising, slightly rough spanking, m receiving, angst, age gap
5,400 words
Joel
My body is being caressed, gentle fingers running through the hair on my chest as my eyes flutter open and air deeply fills my lungs. I turn my head to see y/n smiling at me, still topless from last night and wearing nothing but her underwear.
I instantly shift my body on top of hers, emitting a playful giggle from her as I lean down to place a gentle kiss against her lips. "My god, what a sight to wake up to," I say somewhat gruffly.
"Well, good morning to you too, handsome," she chuckles, her hands on my back. "Did you sleep well?"
"Very," I beam, gazing down at her. "And you?"
"Very comfortable, but not very long. It's hard to sleep in someone else's bed, you know?"
"I understand. If you wanted another sleepover tonight, maybe it could be at your place."
Her eyes widen with excitement. "Really? You wanna see me again?"
"I don't ever want to stop seeing you, honey," I chuckle as the tip of my nose grazes hers.
"I'll never get over how perfect you are," y/n beams, her cheeks darkening. "You're a dream."
"No," I say before giving her a quick kiss, "I was made in a lab, remember?"
Y/n giggles as I slide off the bed, going into my closet to fetch a shirt for her. She takes it from my outstretched hands, thanking me as she slides it over her torso.
"Tired of seeing me naked already?" she teases.
I scoff, vigorously shaking my head. "Absolutely not. Just thought you might be more comfortable."
"I am," she giggles. "Thank you."
My eyes flick to my watch, seeing that it's nearly eleven in the morning. "Holy shit, I slept in."
"You looked so peaceful, I didn't want to wake you."
Striding over to y/n who is sat at the edge of my bed, I give her a sweet, lingering kiss. "Baby, you must be starving. Let's have lunch together."
Y/n smiles bashfully. "Where? Here?"
"Anywhere you want."
She shrugs indecisively. "I don't care, Joel. We can eat here."
"I'm not much of a cook, but I'll see what I can do with what I've got."
My hand stretches out for hers, smiling as she happily takes it and leaps off the bed. We walk into my kitchen, my free hand pulling the fridge open to see what's inside. There's a few chicken breasts that need to be cooked, and I nod to myself as I pull them out, reaching in for the marinade as well.
"Want me to grill some chicken?" I ask her.
"That sounds amazing," she kisses my cheek. "I think you'd look sexy manning the grill."
"Yeah?" I raise a brow as I smirk. "Too bad I don't have an apron or something."
Y/n's finger travels down my chest and stomach. "I think shirtless works."
"Shirtless it is, then."
We walk outside through the sliding glass door, silently thanking god that I have a privacy fence so that my neighbors can't see me grilling shirtless at eleven in the morning. What would they say if they saw me with y/n? Would they think I was a creep? Would they know she's Sarah's teacher?
A worried thought pops into my head as y/n sits on the patio furniture, my fingers turning the knob on the grill, igniting the propane-fueled fire. "Hey, y/n, would you ever get in trouble at your job if they found out we were seeing each other?"
"Honestly? I don't know. I'd like to say no, but I'm not sure. Why?"
I shrug, shaking my head. "Just a worry I had."
"Well, I mean, I don't really have anybody to tell anyway, so it's not like it'll get around."
"What if we eventually tell Sarah or she finds out? She'll probably be so excited that she'll want to tell her whole class."
Y/n makes a wincing face. "Ooo, yeah. I wouldn't want anybody to think I was playing favorites with her, or being more hard on her just because I'm dating her dad."
"Exactly," I nod, drizzling marinade on the raw, spiced chicken. "I don't know. It's just kind of concerning, I guess."
"You and I worry a lot," she giggles. "Something I noticed on our first time talking together."
"I've been honest and vulnerable from the start," I chuckle sheepishly. "You just bring it out of me."
"I love that you're like that with me. I'm the same way."
"Good," I beam at her, admiring her bare-faced beauty. "What do you want to do today? Anything exciting?"
"Well, I had asked last night if today could be about you, but you kinda shrugged me off," she glares playfully as she crosses her arms. "So, can we do something that you want?"
"I'm more of a giver than a receiver," my mouth twitches up, being reminded of her writhing beneath me last night.
Y/n flutters her lashes as her cheeks deepen to scarlet. "I can tell."
"But if you really want to, maybe we could go bowling or play darts. Those things are fun." I look to the grill briefly as I add the breasts. "Basically, I just want another date with you."
She stands, striding over to me as she throws her arms around my neck. "I'd love another date with you."
"Bowling tonight?"
Y/n nods. "Yes, please." She kisses me, and then my neck, her hand traveling down to my briefs where my cock is already semi-hard from the reminder of her pretty moans. "And right now?"
I swallow thickly. "Right now?"
My gaze follows her as she drifts down easily to her knees, my eyes blowing wide in surprise as she stares up at me innocently.
"Can I thank you for last night?" she asks quietly as she hooks her fingers into the sides of my briefs.
"Oh, baby, you don't have to thank me—" my sentence stops as she kisses me softly through the fabric.
"I want to. Please, Joel."
I push my hand through her hair, nodding subtly as she gives me a vast grin, shimmying down my boxers until they're around my ankles. My cock springs free, gently smacking her chin as she gazes at it with admiration.
"God, you're fucking huge." Y/n licks her lips, her mouth coming forward to swipe her tongue up the slit of my tip. "How will you ever fit inside of me?" her sultry voice rings in my ears.
A quiet groan escapes my throat, gazing down at her as she wraps her hot, silky mouth around me. My own mouth hangs open, gripping at her hair until it's bunched up at the back of her head in a messy bundle.
"Fuck," I groan, my head hanging back as she sucks me slowly and firmly. "You suck me so fucking good."
She chuckles lightly, her hand finding its way into the mix as her mouth moves further down, stroking me in time with the bob of her head. My eyes force themselves back to watch her, the sight of her so needy for my cock nearly making me cum in her perfect mouth. I want to tease her, deciding to pull her mouth off of me by gently jerking her back by her hair.
"No, no," she whines, "please, let me keep going."
I groan, easing her back onto me and being encased in her sweet mouth. "Love how cock drunk you are for me, petal." My stomach flexes as my release is nearing its debut. "I'm already so close."
Her hand begins to stroke the base of me faster, as her mouth keeps its moderate, firm pace. The sounds of her sucking me makes my toes curl, the filthy slurping and squelching of her mouth driving me absolutely wild.
"God, y/n. Jesus—fuck," I curse, no longer able to make an intelligible sentence.
Her eyes are shut as her brows are furrowed, burying me into her throat as she bobs her head quickly, coughing and choking on me with her hands now clawing at my stomach.
I place both of my hands on the back of her head, my hips thrusting slightly as I chase my high, feeling myself reach the very brink.
"You gonna take all my cum, petal? You want it down that pretty little throat?"
She nods fervently, groaning around me as she does.
My legs shake as I begin to spill my release into her mouth, groaning out loudly as my hands tightly fist at her hair. Y/n moans with delight, my cum pouring out in hot ropes against her tongue, the feeling far better than one I've ever given myself.
"Fuck," I sigh, looking down as she slowly pops off of me, opening her mouth to show that it's filled with my release. "Oh, my god."
Her eyes are locked onto mine as she swallows, swiping her tongue all around her lips and bringing the back of her hand up to wipe her sloppy chin.
"You taste so good, Joel," she beams, sliding my briefs up as she stands. "And you gave me so much."
I groan, pulling on her hair to tilt her head up towards me. "You have no idea how bad I'm going to fucking wreck you, y/n. You're making me crazy."
She chuckles, biting her lip gently. "I can't wait to find out."
As we sit at the dining room table eating our lunch, my eyes are nearly incapable of focusing on anything other than y/n's beautiful lips. I can't stop remembering how good they felt around me, and how quickly she was able to make me finish.
Even at almost forty-one years old, I'm finding my sex drive to not be even a little bit close to drying up. How could I ever not be turned on with a woman like her around me? Not only am I completely enamored with who she is as a person, but her beauty is beyond what I'd imagine a woman going for me to look like. I must have done something right in a past life in order to have someone like her wanting me now.
"What?" she asks sheepishly as she gingerly chews.
I reach my hand out and place it over hers, bringing it up to my lips to kiss her knuckles. "You are just so beautiful, baby."
Her cheeks flush a shade darker, her eyes nervously looking down to her lap. "You're so sweet, Joel. I don't think I've ever received so many compliments from someone."
"You've been with the wrong people."
Y/n giggles, leaning across the corner of the table to kiss me lightly. "I know. You've already shown me that."
My eyes gaze into hers, mesmerized by the shade of them, as well as their delicate, feminine shape. "You want to go out after this?"
She nods. "I'd love to. Bowling still? Maybe after, we could get some snacks for a movie at my house tonight, if you'd like."
"I'd love that," I beam at her. "I'll take you home to get some clothes, and I'll pack my toothbrush."
Y/n laughs, placing her hand on my forearm. "God, you're so cute."
On the way to y/n's, she's sat beside me in my truck wearing my shirt and my boxers with her dress laying across her lap. She looks incredible in my clothes; it's hard to take my eyes off of her.
I get out and open her door, holding her hand as she steps down, giving me a swift, unexpected kiss once she does. It makes me smile, feeling so perfectly content, way more than I have in a very long time.
We walk inside, the cool air of her home greeting me, gaining me relief from the stifling humidity outside. Y/n guides me to her bedroom, the sight of it much more tidy and put-together than mine. Everything seems so pristine, and the air smells of fresh laundry.
She walks across the room, hanging her dress back up in her little walk-in closet before grabbing her phone off of her bed, quickly apologizing for it.
"Sorry, I'm sure nobody texted me or anything, I just haven't checked my phone since Friday morning, pretty much," she laughs lightly, gliding up to me. "Just been having so much fun with you."
I kiss her sweetly, running my nose along hers like I love to do. "Mmm, me too," I hum with contentment.
Y/n chuckles before pulling away, gazing back down at her phone as I sit at the edge of the bed, my eyes wandering around the room.
"Joel," she says lowly.
My gaze snaps to her face, the expression on it unreadable, immediately making me feel concerned. "What? What's wrong?"
"The gynecologist emailed me my results Friday evening," she begins quietly, "and this entire time I've been with you, we could've been having sex."
I laugh, relief flooding me as well as a hint of excitement. "I'm glad there's nothing wrong, y/n."
She makes her way to me from the door, straddling my lap as I support her weight on my thighs. "Wanna bowl in a little bit instead?"
Without even answering, my lips melt onto hers, the kiss immediately heating up. Our tongues clash and our breathing becomes more desperate. My hands lift off the shirt on her torso, tossing it aside before she pushes me gently onto my back. I grip at her ass, kneading it before slipping the boxers and panties off of her.
"I need you so fucking bad, Joel," she breathes heavily between kisses. "Please."
I grin devilishly at her, rolling us until she's on her back, already practically panting beneath me. My torso leans back to lift my shirt off, quickly unbuckling my belt to unfasten my jeans and kick them off with my shoes.
Her legs are already wrapped around me, pulling my hips into her by her ankles, the neediness she feels for me being deliciously evident.
"Let me taste you," I groan against her lips, dropping my hand between us to rub that pretty little clit of hers.
"Fuck," she moans, her eyes squeezing shut. "Please, baby, just fuck me. I need to feel you."
"God, you're so desperate," I beam, her hips grinding against my fingers.
My cock aches, begging me to bury myself into her, and to never ever stop. I move my fingers from her to around myself, running the tip along her slit, being sure to rub at the very top.
"Yes," she nods, her eyes looking down between us. "Fuck, Joel, you're so big," her voice is hushed, sounding almost nervous.
I take her face into my left hand, gently gripping her jaw to force her to look up at me. "Eyes on me, baby. Want to watch your face when I fuck you."
Her brows furrow with desperation, my hand finally lining myself up with her entrance. None of me can believe this is happening so spur of the moment, but all of me absolutely needs her.
Slowly, I ease myself in, her eyes widening and her puffy lips dropping open as her silky walls squeeze my length. The sensation of her makes my body shake with pleasure, my eyes briefly closing as I let out a deep groan of satisfaction.
Y/n's arousal soaks me, making it easy for me to pull myself out before pushing back in.
"Jesus," I groan, keeping my left hand gripped onto her face. "Grip me so goddamn tight, petal."
She moans loudly, a gasp hitching in her throat as I give her one quick thrust. "Joel, please."
My body is in pleasure overload, my mind spinning faster than it ever has, every single nerve firing wildly. I release her face, leaning down to place my lips against hers as I start to rock my hips faster. Every pull of her walls makes my eyes squeeze shut, eliciting an animalistic grunt from me.
"Fuck, y/n, I'm trying so hard to be gentle," I groan, "but you feel too fucking good."
How deliciously wet she is is audible, only spurring me on further into my rough drive forward. The headboard of her bed knocks against the wall loudly, y/n's breasts bouncing wildly as I bury myself to the hilt nonstop.
"Joel!" she cries out, her back arching upwards.
I groan, pounding into her harder, sweat beginning to form on my brow as I admire her beautifully twisted-up face. My lips press against hers swiftly before I lean back, one hand on her hip and the other pressed to her swollen bud.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she curses, her hands clawing at the comforter beneath her.
Her eyes lock onto mine, her fucked out expression nearly bringing me to my peak just from the sight of it. Her entrance clenches around me as a moan leaves her perfect lips, my hips having a mind of their own as I fuck into her almost aggressively.
"You take me so good," I groan, leaning my head back. "Jesus fucking christ, baby."
Her cunt swallows me whole every single time I thrust forward, my head turning back down to watch her beautiful face scrunch with pleasure. A broken, throaty scream leaves her, feeling her walls flutter around my cock, squeezing me so tightly that I can't help but cry out myself.
"Ooo, that's right, petal; cum on me. You've fucking earned it."
Y/N's body writhes and shakes, withdrawing my fingers once I know she's down from her climax. My hands grip either side of her hips now, giving her every single inch of me as hard and deep as I can. Her arousal runs down to my balls, making my mind go wild with things to say to her.
"Cum in me, Joel, please!" she cries. "Please, baby. I'm yours."
I'm yours.
Those two words send me instantly barreling off the cliff of ecstasy, my release pumping out of me as my cock throbs deep inside of her. My groans are loud and my fingers dig into her skin, trying to ground myself from the intense feeling that she has given me.
I shudder, my eyes finally opening to peer down at the incredibly sexy, alluring woman beneath me who has a vast grin on her face.
With a small chuckle, I lean down, giving her a neat, tongue-filled kiss. "What are you so smiley about?"
Y/n giggles slightly, her fingers stroking the side of my stubbly chin. "You feel so good." She bites her lip. "You fuck so good."
Reluctantly, I withdraw from her, laying beside her with my body being a sweaty, panting mess. My head turns to face her, my hand reaching up to run my thumb along her bottom lip.
"Did I hurt you, baby?"
Y/n immediately shakes her head. "Not at all. You felt amazing."
"God, you take me so fucking good," I smile, turning onto my side to pull her in for a soft kiss. "You're amazing, y/n."
She chuckles, her arm around my midsection as she presses her cheek against my dampened chest. "Can we do this all night instead of bowling?"
"Ooo," I coo with intrigue, "I am very okay with that."
"Mmm," she hums. "Me, too."
  In the shower with y/n, my hands are incapable of leaving her skin, my lips on her smooth neck as she cranes it to grant me full access. Her wet hair hangs down, my fingers pushing it to the side in order to caress her slippery back.
Y/n hums at my touch, my head beside hers from behind as I watch the water cascade down her front.
"I can't get enough of you," I say quietly, nipping at her earlobe gently. "I thought I was depraved before," I scoff. "It's worse now."
She giggles, her eyes fluttering closed. "Mmm, me too." Her head turns to lock eyes with me, our lips meeting together with effortless timing. "You've made me so sore."
"Aw," I coo, wrapping my arms around her waist to pull her against my body. "We can wait for another day if you're too sore, petal. I don't want to hurt you."
"It's the best kind of hurt, Joel," she grins, pulling me in by my chin for another sweet kiss. "I want more."
I chuckle. "You're gonna end up make me sore, honey." My erection involuntarily presses into her back, doing my best to turn my hips away.
"You know," she turns, wrapping her arms around my neck, "for an old guy, you sure do have the sex drive of a young person."
My mouth hangs open as she begins giggling, her laughter so infectious that I can't prevent myself from giggling with her.
"You are such a brat!" I tease, sliding my hands down her back to grip her ass. "I might be offended if I didn't see how easily you came for this old guy."
Her face brightens, her previously confident demeanor melting away into the submissive goddess that she is. "Joel," she says bashfully with a slight giggle, "when I told you that I'm yours, I meant it."
The intense arousal mixes with that butterfly feeling she always gives me, my eyes softening as I try to tame my dirty thoughts.
"Yeah?" I ask with an arched brow. "And I'm yours."
Her eyes seem to go bleary, her face suddenly burying into my chest.
"Y/n, honey, what's wrong?" I lift her face, seeing more than just water droplets on her cheeks. "Why are you crying, sweet girl?"
"Because," she sniffles, shaking her head, "I'm terrified."
"Of what?"
Her eyes meet mine, the sadness in them shattering my heart. "Of loving again."
My heart aches, wrapping her up into a tight embrace. "I promise you, y/n, that whenever you decide I'm lucky enough for you to tell me you love me, I'll never take that for granted."
“I was with Sam for four years and engaged for one. Everything was perfect until he proposed, and then he fucking cheated on me and I just—” y/n’s head shakes against my chest, “you’ve already made me feel so great, and I’m so scared of how horrible it’s going to feel when it ends.”
“Ends?” I cock my head, pulling her face into view. “Who said it’s going to end, y/n?”
“Fuck,” she shakes her head in embarrassment, “I’ve known you for a week and I’m already freaking out about stuff I don’t even need to freak out about.”
I chuckle. “You can always tell me your fears, baby. We’ve both been pretty emotionally vulnerable from the start.”
“I know, I know,” her bottom lip gets dragged by her teeth. “But would you ever settle down again? Get married? Have more kids?”
“Honestly, yes, I would. How old was your dad when he had you?”
She chuckles, her eyes on mine. “Fifty-two.”
“Exactly,” I beam. “That’s another roughly eleven years for this old man,” I tease her, resulting in a giggle. “And if I’m lucky enough to still have you in eleven years, there’s no way we wouldn’t have kids of our own.”
Her brows pinch together with emotion, more tears sliding down her damp cheeks as she pulls me in for a sweet, deep kiss. “You’re perfect, Joel. I can’t stand how perfect you are. It’s too good to be true.”
“No,” I say gently, kissing her forehead, “it’s exactly what you deserve, baby.”
After we come back from the store with various snacks; fruity, salty, savory, sweet, it’s only around four in the afternoon. Y/n and I carry in the groceries, her stubbornness not allowing me to take in all of them myself. We place everything down on the counter in her kitchen, unloading the bags to put everything away.
I store the wine and beer in the fridge, chuckling as y/n walks past me and gives me a small smack to my butt.
“Hey!” I drag out with a laugh. “You really just spanked me?”
She laughs loudly, reaching up to put chips away in her pantry. “You’re damn right I did.”
“Seems only fair that I do it to you, too.” My hand raises, charging towards her as she squeals and runs away.
Both of us are laughing as we run through her house, my arms finally wrapping around her to pull her body into me. Y/n is giggling hysterically, kicking her legs as she shakes her head back and forth.
“No!” she feigns resistance. “I don’t want to be spanked by an incredibly sexy man! What a nightmare!” her voice drips with sarcasm.
I bend her over the couch, my cheeks aching from how much I’m grinning. “I think you were made for a good spanking with an ass like this, baby.”
Y/n looks back at me as she bites her lip, her cheeks reddened. “Spank me then.”
My hands rub against the fabric of her jean shorts, slowly pulling them down on the sides to reveal the white cotton underwear she has on beneath them. I can’t help but immediately harden at the sight before me, admiring every curve of her perfect body.
I trace the line of her panties, dipping my fingers into the back to ease them down her legs. Y/n’s thighs press together, letting me know that she’s already perfectly wet for me between them.
My palm rubs the smooth skin of her right cheek, caressing it with admiration before raising it to give her a gentle smack.
She laughs, burying her grin into her arm.
“Are you actually laughing?” I ask her with a small smirk on my face.
“Just was expecting a spanking, not a tap.”
With a devilish grin, I raise my brows, nodding my head. “Okay, petal. You asked for it.”
I raise my hand up, stretching it back to my shoulder before connecting my palm to her ass. Y/n’s mouth hangs open, her eyes squeezed shut as she lets out a small cry.
A red Joel-sized handprint begins to appear on her ass, and I immediately feel guilty, gently rubbing the swelling skin.
“Again,” she says quietly.
“Y/n—”
Her head turns back, her eyes soft but teeming with lust. “Please. Felt so good, baby.”
My cock twitches at her plea, making me crack a small smile. I move a bit to the left to rub her other ass cheek with my right hand, almost as if I’m warning it of what I’m about to do. As my palm makes harsh contact with her skin, it begins to tingle from the force, checking y/n’s face to see it riddled with arousal.
“You really are the depraved one, aren’t you?” I ask, giving her another rough smack to the other cheek to give the left one a break.
“Yes,” she groans quietly. “God, I need you again, Joel. Please.”
It takes me less than five seconds to free myself from my jeans and briefs, immediately lining myself up with her entrance to push my cock deep inside of it.
“Fuck,” I groan out, my head briefly leaning back from the still unfamiliar grip of her walls.
My hand reaches down and threads into her hair, making a fist at the base of her scalp to pull her head up. Y/n cries out as I slam into her with no abandon, being so wholly lost in the feel of her perfect cunt that I can barely control myself.
“How do you take me so good, huh?” I ask gruffly. “Where’d you learn to take cock this fucking good?”
She screams into the air, my grip tightening on her hair. “Fuck,” she curses with a loud whine.
Our skin meeting repeatedly echoes throughout her living room, my hand tossing her hair aside to reach beneath her and rub her clit. She gasps as her walls clench tightly against me, making me groan gruffly.
“Joel,” she moans, her ass bouncing against my hips in time with every thrust. “You fuck like a god.”
I chuckle lowly, leaning down to place kisses on her spine where her shirt has ridden up as my hips stagger a bit.
“And you take it like a goddess, petal.”
Y/n’s brows furrow with pleasure, feeling her clench down on me as my fingers continue their quick, neat swirls. I bury myself to the hilt, holding my hips steady for a moment to better feel her spasming cunt.
As she releases onto me, I rub her through it, groaning as her orgasm soaks me. My cock drags out just a bit so I can look down and see the sheen coat of y/n’s cum making me an utter mess.
“Love how easily you cum for me, sweet girl,” I rasp, placing my hands on her hips as I quickly pull out. “Need to see that pretty face again, baby.”
Y/n’s legs visibly shake as she sits on one of the couch cushions, my body positing myself back between her legs with one of my knees on the floor. I’m deeply pushed into her, feeling her soaking apex clinging to me once again.
“Yes,” I hiss, pressing my forehead to hers, “that’s my girl.”
She groans with her eyes shut, her head tilted back as her arms are wrapped around my neck. I fuck up into her, thoroughly enjoying the sound of her wetness encasing me over and over again.
My lips lean up to attach to hers, my breathing already ragged from the intensity of my strokes. I need to cum, and it needs to be inside of her.
“You want me to fill you again, petal? Hmm?” I ask with broken words.
“Please,” she begs, “I’m yours to use, baby.”
“Jesus fucking christ,” I grunt.
My balls slap against her ass as I pound into her, eliciting a scream from y/n, and an inhuman cry from me as I spill my cum inside of her. Every single rope that falls out feels better than the last, my cock throbbing from every bit that leaks out of me.
I shudder from the intensity, my body attempting to come down from the extreme high it just felt.
“Baby,” I breathe, placing my hands on either side of her head, “you’re fucking crazy and I love it.”
Y/n giggles, letting out a slight moan as I slip out of her. “I’m just crazy for you. God, I feel like you’ve turned me into a nympho.”
I kiss her, briefly running my tongue along hers. “You’ve done the same to me, baby.” I stand, watching as she leans forward to lick both of our releases off of my softening length. “Fuck,” I drag out, mesmerized by the insatiable woman beneath me.
“We taste good together,” she beams as she licks her lips, finally standing with me. “Let me grab a towel.”
Y/n disappears into the house, returning with a white towel that she goes to hand me, but quickly jerks away, a playful grin on her face.
“God, what are you up to now?” I ask with a chuckle.
“Skinny dipping?”
I chuckle and nod, taking her hand as she guides me to the pool, both of us jumping into the deep end. The water makes a loud plunging sound around me, the bubbles cascading upwards as I finally come up for air. My arms immediately find y/n, wrapping her up tightly and giving her a sweet, lingering kiss.
“I really like you, Joel,” she says quietly, pressing her forehead against mine as she wraps her legs around my waist. “Did I freak you out with the marriage and kids talk?”
“Not at all, baby. You just wanted to know if you’re wasting your time, and I get it.” My eyes stay locked on hers, her long lashes wet from the pool. “But I promise that if we continue to click as easily as we have just in the last week, that a lifetime of marriage and kids with you would be a dream.”
Y/n grins vastly, twisting her delicate fingers into my soaking hair. “You’re incredible.” She kisses me softly. “Can I see you again next weekend?”
“And the weekend after that,” I kiss her, “and the weekend after that,” I kiss her again, “and the weekend after that…”
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akwolfgrl · 1 year ago
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Chapter 21 LFT
Sanji finally let Zoro's strong calloused hand go. He had enjoyed holding it. He began to look through the drink menu. There was a pale blue cocktail that looked delicious called North concoction, it was a mix of alcohol from both the north and east.
“Let me guess, you're getting sake?” Sanji looked up from the menu to tease the man in front of him.
“Yup, let me take guess your getting some snobby wine,”
“Nope, I'm getting a cocktail,” Sanji put his menu down and pointed to it. “Looks good.”
“Hello, I will be your waiter today. Our specials for the day are Catch of the Day, which is a grilled Ahi with watercress cream sauce with a choice of white or brown rice, house vegetables, and manilla clam. A Seafood Duo: Deep fried Opelu with lomi tomato with Furi panko Ahi ribs. And a Miso black cod with Kabayaki with a choice of white or brown rice and bok choy, what can I get you to drink? ”
“Sake,” Zoro rudely grunted at the man.
“I'll have the north connection please, also can we get Angry Ahi Dip and the Fish Bites to start,” Sanji ordered, glancing at the appetizers. He was more excited for the first one, he loves spicy and seafood, which reminded him that he needed to pick up stuff for kimchi tomorrow morning.
“All right, I'll be right back with those drinks,” Thire waiter left.
“Here order me cook,” Zoro huffed putting his menu down. “Your the one who knows food,”
“Lazy ass,” Sanji grumbled, happy to pick out something for the sentient moss sitting across from him. “Hmm, I think you'd like the Miso black cod. It is on your list,”
“Sure, it won't be as good as yours, but it will be fine,” Zoro shrugged.
“All right,” Sanji could help but to preen under the praise.
“Here is your drinks. Your apitzers should be out shortly. Are you ready to order?”
“Yes, we will take the Grilled Peppercorn Swordfish and the Miso black cod,” Sanji held out the menus.
“I'm so sorry the miso was just cut from the menu,”
“Its fine if it was Eighty sixed these things happen,” Sanji glanced at the menu once again. “How about the Furikake Pan-Seared Ahi,”
“All right, I'll get your apitzers,” They took the menus and left.
Sanji took a sip of hid cocktail humming in apirsion licking his lips before take a larger sip. He watched as Zoro drank from the bottle of sake, ignoring the glass.
“Dam that's good shit, my master back home liked this, one time me and some of the other boys stole some of his sake and drank it under one of the large trees. We got caught of course but I developed a taste for the stuff,”
“Ahh an alcoholic from an early age how'd your parents feel about that?” Sanji teased him take a drink from his cocktail.
“Nah, I don't have any. My dad died when I was eight so I was raised in the dojo with a bunch of other boys and the dojo masters daughter,”
“Sorry to hear that, how did you get into bounty hunting?” Sanji asked him taking another sip.
“Here are your apitzers,” The waiter returned, placing plates in front of them. “Can I get you a refill?” He asked, looking at Sanji, who looked down at their almost empty glass.
“Sure,” He didn't realize how fast how drank that cocktail it was
“I left the village when I was sixteen after hearing of Mihawk, and one night I was camping out and someone thought it was a good idea to rob me,” Zoro grabbed a fish bite dipping it into the aioli before popping it into his mouth. “Mm you should make these, anyway I stopped him, tied him up and dropped him off at the Marines, turns out he was wanted so I got some money and headed straight for a bar. Drank most of the money and went back the next morning to look at the bontys and six months later I met Johnny and Yosaku,”
Sanji laughed and finished his cocktail before taking a wonton chip and dipped it into the dip. It was spicy, a little sour and salty, absolutely delicious. He tried the fish bite as well, Zoro was right he would need to recreate both of these dishes later.
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simthorium · 4 months ago
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Kamaria and Amar couldn't be more excited for their grandchildren to visit. Amar cooked up some hot dogs on the grill while Kamaria chatted with Shea and Zaire, while the twins played in the grass.
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"Lunch is served!" said Amar, placing plates on the table. "Just one hot dog, dad?" Shea said with a laugh. "I've been spending my days chasing two babies, I need some more calories." "If we're getting technical, it's definitely me who's been chasing the babies," Zaire said, smirking.
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The family sat down to eat, cherishing each other's company. "How have you guys been?" Shea asked. "Enjoying all that free time in your golden years?" "I'm literally the mayor of this city," Kamaria responded. "She was really trying to gauge how welcome you guys would be to babysit," Zaire said with a laugh.
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Kamaria scarfed down her hot dog and stood up, heading over to play with her grandson in the grass. "I'd be down to babysit any time," she said, making funny faces at Zion as he giggled. "Bring him over to City Hall, I'll have one of the aides carry them around." "That's exactly what I want my tax dollars going toward," Amar laughed.
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He stood up to join his wife in playing with the kids, scooping up Sequoia and holding her upside down as she laughed. "God, her laugh sounds so much like yours did when you were this little, Shea," Amar said, already feeling tears coming to his eyes.
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"Well, I think you've successfully convinced dad to babysit the twins," Kamaria laughed. "The old coot's already crying." "Doesn't take much these day," Amar said as he tossed Sequoia up in the air. "And of course I'd be happy to watch them. The shop practically runs itself at this point." "Maybe the kids'll learn how to fix up cars!" Shea said. "Maybe they should learn how to walk first," Zaire said.
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Sooner than anyone wanted, it was time to go. Kamaria and Amar picked up their grandchildren and hugged them tight. "We gotta make this a regular thing," Amar said, tickling Sequoia. "I'm gonna miss these guys too much!" "Agreed," said Kamaria, snuggling into Zion. "Hell, I'll step down as mayor if it means I can spend all my time hanging out with my two tiny best friends."
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"You guys are ridiculous," Shea said. She hugged her parents, and Zaire did the same. "We'll see you guys soon, promise."
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pastryfication · 6 months ago
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meeting the family | logan sargeant
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pairing: logan sargeant x gn!reader
summary: you take logan to meet your extended family.
warnings: mentions of an actually happy and healthy family.
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logan’s hands gripped the steering wheel a bit tighter than usual as he drove through the streets of your hometown. the calmness of the small town was a far cry from the busy streets and extravagant houses he was used to where his own family lived, and his heart pounded with nerves as he glanced over at you. you were sitting in the passenger seat, your eyes sparkling with excitement as you looked out at the changing scenery.
“it’s going to be fine, lo,” you reassured him, placing a comforting hand on his arm. “my parents already love you. i’m sure everyone else is going to adore you as well.”
he gave you a nervous smile, his blue eyes betraying his anxiety. “i really hope so. i just want to make a good first impression.”
“you will,” you insisted. “just be yourself. then they’ll see why i love you.”
logan took a deep breath, nodding at your words. he had met your parents briefly before, but this was different. this was your mother’s birthday party, being thrown in your childhood home, and the entire extended family would be there. he felt the weight of the occasion heavy on his shoulders, knowing how important it was to you. you adored your family, and he wanted them to accept him so bad. it was incredibly important.
as you arrived at your family’s home, the warm, inviting atmosphere immediately eased some of logan’s nerves. the house was filled with the delicious aroma of a home-cooked meal, and laughter echoed from the backyard where the celebration was already in full swing.
“come on,” you said, taking his hand and leading him toward the crowd of people. you hadn’t seen them in forever, and you couldn’t wait to be reunited. “let’s introduce you to everyone.”
your boyfriend’s heart raced as he followed you, the sound of cheerful voices growing louder with each step. you first said a happy birthday to your mother, who greeted you both with a warm hug.
“logan, it’s so wonderful to finally have you here,” she said, her eyes twinkling with kindness as she gave him a genuine smile. your mother adored interacting with people. “we’ve heard so much about you.”
“it’s great to be here,” logan replied, feeling slightly more at ease.
as the introductions continued, logan found himself meeting uncles, aunts, cousins, and grandparents. each one welcomed him with open arms, their initial curiosity quickly turning into admiration. his manners were exceptional, and his nervous smile soon had everyone charmed.
throughout the evening, logan made an effort to engage with everyone. he listened attentively to stories about your childhood, laughed at family jokes, and even helped your dad with the barbecue, showing him how to do it in true american style, earning a nod of approval.
at one point, your little cousins dragged him into a game of football in the backyard. logan’s athletic skills quickly became apparent as he effortlessly maneuvered the ball, making the kids squeal with delight. it was clear that he was going easy on them, purposely losing the ball, and you smiled at the joy it brought your cousins. seeing him play so naturally with your family brought you immense happiness.
“he’s really something, isn’t he?” your mom said, standing beside you as you watched logan kick the ball around with the kids.
you nodded, your heart swelling with pride. “yeah, he is. i’m really lucky.”
your mom smiled, placing a hand on your shoulder. “and so is he. the two of you make a wonderful couple.”
as the night wore on, logan found himself relaxing more and more. your family’s warmth and acceptance melted away his initial nervousness.
your older cousins and siblings had dragged him away from you at some point, probably to grill him, and you worried for a moment when you couldn’t spot them for several minutes, but they came back all sporting identical grins. it really seemed like the entire family had accepted him.
when it was time to cut the birthday cake, logan stood by your side, his arm around your waist as you rested your head against his bicep. your family gathered around, singing a birthday song for your mom. as she blew out the candles, she looked at you and and your boyfriend, her eyes filled with joy and pride.
“thank you for being here, logan,” she said, her voice sincere. “we’ve all been so excited to get to know you.”
logan smiled. he felt so welcome. “thank you for having me. it’s been an incredible night.”
later, as you and logan sat on the porch, watching the stars twinkle in the night sky, he turned to you, his expression soft and content.
“you were right,” he said, his voice filled with gratitude. “your family is amazing.”
you leaned even further into him. “i knew you would get along.“
logan kissed the top of your head, feeling a deep sense of happiness. “i love you,” he whispered.
“i love you too,” you replied, your heart feeling so full.
in that moment, surrounded by the warmth of your family and the love you shared, logan knew that no matter where the races took him, he always had a home with you. and if all else went wrong, you could always escape here.
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zaidshair · 5 months ago
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They were complete strangers, but chatting with Lindi made everything around them muted, compressing into a temporary state of normal. As long as Zaid kept close to Lindi, things would stay normal. A terribly faulty logic; but for the moment, Zaid would delude himself, if only for the relief of a moment a respite. His stress levels were as rocky as the ocean right now, he needed the distraction.
And Lindi was a perfect distraction. Not only beautiful to look at - her laugh, her constant self-deprecating but graceful sweeps of her hand - either over the rubber bracelet, or over her pert collarbones, or even sweeping across her hair. Gestures meant to placate others, soft and so very feminine. And of course it worked on Zaid, who considered body language a complex language. A diner's body language indicated far more truth, than their verbal feedback.
"Probably best to skip Sheffield," Zaid advised, as if they were planning Lindi's next trip north. "Never recovered from the 90s, that." His father's words, not his. But useful when people tried to ask Zaid why he hadn't returned home, after two decades. "Lake District's gorgeous. I did a stint up there for a short time, at the Bengal Rose in Ulverston? Favour to a colleague." Lindi didn't need to know, but it had been a good memory, that.
And it indicated a lot to Zaid, about Lindi's social strata. He felt it was a good point to ask her, "What do you do, if you don't mind me asking?" Not 'did', not yet. They were going to be rescued, likely after this feast.
Lindi's seeming nervousness at the idea of her ex being here was partially amusing at first. Then increasingly sobering when Zaid remembered Lindi mentioning a daughter. Zaid wanted to ask - how old was her daughter? Her name? Did she live with mum or dad? - but he didn't want to go down that path. They were having such a lovely time. So Zaid played it stupid, and also gave Lindi a break. "My ex is here," he grumbled, his petulance perhaps more genuine than acted. "He found me on the ship, actually. Haven't seen the bugger around since."
He'd hope Tej was alright, but of course he was. Tej could probably survive a nuclear storm. Fucking hell. Acknowledging Tej vocally to another person...it made this all real. Tej was here. His Tej, with him, after months of estrangement.
Something inside Zaid heaved, and he masked it but giving a loud amused snort (too amused) about the childhood name. "No, I won't admit any wit! Bunch of little tossers, the lot of them. Who's laughing now though," he added with s smug wink at Lindi. To imply of course that all his schoolmates had failed. Probably. Zaid never went on Facebook.
Lindi's scandalized excitement was like catnip to Zaid. He loved feeling like he was someone wicked and playful, unpredictable in a fun way. "That's it, love. If we're gonna go in, might as well go in hard, yeah?" Zaid surreptitiously glanced around, but everyone seemed in perfect health. Even sloppy Craig. So Zaid returned his attention to Lindi, and the food. "And please explain to me how you became...what? A table? What's that mean when it's at home?"
Lindi selected some meaty things as well. A bit off a coiled sausage (was that another come-on? Zaid hoped so) and some sort of grilled bun. "You know what those are," he realized, watching her try them. His culinary passion overtaking him for a moment. "What are they? Is it good?"
Her reaction seemed to indicate a yes, so Zaid helped himself to the same. "I've never tried these before," he said reverently, thrilled at the prospect of new cuisines. A bite, and flavour exploded in his mouth, even better than the grilled pineapple. Zaid was truly floating high, only realizing just how starving he really was the more he chewed. Lindi's question pulled him out of his foodie daze.
"No, of course I didn't, bloody hell," Zaid snorted, too food-happy to be annoyed. "It'd take me days to get all this prepped, cooked, with a full staff. And who ever make this knew..." Knew what? Obviously how to cook, but also how to run a full kitchen brigade, so everything came out at the same time, all at the perfect temperature, not one thing over done or stale or melting? It made no sense. It was impossible.
Zaid's chewing slowed, and he looked frustrated. "Are we just stupid wankers for eating this?"
"Har-har, I have been up north," Lindi assured Zaid. She wasn't a completely sheltered Londoner who had never gone north of Birmingham. "Never Sheffield, unfortunately, but we occasionally summered around the Lake District and in Yorkshire." Though, if she was being honest, venturing far from the 'touristy' spots had been a little rough on her comprehension of English accents. There had never been anything quite as challenging as trying to keep an overtired, over-hungry Paige calm as Adam bitterly bickered with the pub owner over the cost of their stay, the owner refusing to alter her accent by a single harsh vowel.
Zaid was easy to talk to, they both settled into a familiar, camaraderie of banter and national ribbing. Lindi needed all the familiarity she could get, something to distract her because if she didn't let herself be distracted anxiety would claw at her skin and scream to be let out to run riot. So what if he looked a tad self-satisfied at having been recognised? It was quite an achievement, making a Pakistani restaurant the place to eat out in Soho. He deserved to be proud of himself.
Lindi? Well, she was just… Lindi. Happy to gush and bask in the glory of others.
Zaid said Susie's name again as if he knew her, which was how she knew he was lying. But it was a charming, friendly sort of lie, one done for her benefit. While Susie could be memorable, usually due to her pestering the servers for everything to be just so, in a way that drove Lindi absolutely bonkers. Just let them do their bloody job! But it was kind of him to play along to her.
As to Adam being in this place… "No, god no, I haven't seen him here…" Lindi said, heart racing in her chest. She couldn't resist looking about, as if she had missed him. However much she… neutrally disliked him, she didn't want him here. If he was here, then Paige would be alone- "No, he's… he's not here," Lindi said, reassuring herself, putting on a brave front for Zaid. Hold it together, Lindiwe.
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"Yes, you got it right," Lindi confirmed Zaid as he tried out her full name. She let the compliment brush over her, far too amused by his old nicknames. "I shouldn't laugh but… 'Last Lad' is a bit brilliant. You have to admit it. It shows some wit."
Lindi scoffed as Zaid put his faith in fixing Craig blindly into Ms Asthana. "She's already fixed him once, I wouldn't count your luck on her fixing him again. She commandeered me for my skills as a table," she blythly quipped. To be fair, she had shown no skills as a table, so they were probably both disappointed with that interaction.
Disparaging Akhila was a way to offset the tension rising as more and more people joined in on the buffet. Above, the loudspeakers assured everyone that it was a feast prepared in their honour, and wasn't Lindi starving? Zaid hadn't made her an accomplice to a single offence, but to a mass murder.
That was only true if the food was poisoned.
Zaid moved first, grabbing a plate and taking one of the skewers he had toppled over. She watched him eat the first chunk of pineapple. (Even though… wasn't it so awkward watching other people eat? Lindi couldn't look away.) Zaid savoured every moment of that pineapple, not groaning or doing anything so uncouth. It was like watching Masterchef live, Zaid the guest judge. It was only when he exhaled and smiled that she knew it was sublime.
"You," Lindi said, pointing at Zaid straight in the chest with one hand, as the other grabbed an empty plate. "Are a bad influence," she chided, grabbing herself a small scoop of the aubergine tabbouleh and one of those fruit skewers. Beans on toast wasn't really her thing.
Zaid had recommended sticking to the veggies, which Lindi did, as she shuffled further down the table. But how could she resist the perfectly braai-charred boerewors, with grilled and steaming roosterkoek in a bowl nearby. Lindi cut off a chunk of the sausage, putting some on her plate. A smaller slice she placed ontop of the roosterkoek and took her first bite.
"Oh my god," Lindi said, mouth still half full of sausage-bread goodness. It was the best kind of boerewors, meaty and spicy and smokey and fragrant and juicy. Lindi remembered her dad, scoffing loudly at any type of barbeque that didn't use at least charcoal, let alone his obsession with selecting the ideal wood that would burn into long-lasting braai coals. The food was perfect.
"How…? How did this get here?" Lindi asked Zaid, taking in the sheer spread of the food. She'd hosted a few dinners in her time, and catering more than five dishes was a mission. The banquet in front of them would have taken hours and hours of cooking, with a whole team of chefs. "Is there… a catering kitchen? Where are the chefs?" If they were being catered, did this mean that they were on some fucked-up kind of Love Island? "Did you…?" she raised, not wanting to accuse Zaid of anything… but, as a michellin star chef it was the obvious question. Did you cook any of this? It was like asking a butcher about their guilt at a murder scene because of the blood on their smock.
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sminny-wew · 3 years ago
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Sonic characters and how good I think they are at cooking
Sonic: Only knows how to heat up frozen foods and pour milk on cereal
Tails: He's good at following directions but he's not about to pull a Ratatouille
Knuckles: Angel Island is largely wilderness so he probably only knows how to forage, but he knows his spices
Amy: A goddess in the kitchen, can sauté mushrooms as effortlessly as she can boil sugar into caramel; according to Sonic X she wants to open her own restaurant and I love that for her
Cream: Can't use the stove or sharp utensils without adult supervision but she's a very good helper; learned by watching her mom and Amy
Shadow: This guy eats raw coffee beans and pizza rolls, I doubt he's ever LOOKED at a pot of water (he also probably ate freeze-dried foods on the ARK)
Rouge: She might know how to prep drinks (both alcoholic and not, despite being under 21) but that's about it
Omega: I hope you like your kitchen destroyed and your food cartoonishly burnt to ashes
Eggman: Why bother making your own food when you have robots (and Agent Stone) to do that for you? (That might explain why Chip thinks all the food at Eggmanland is disgusting)
Agent Stone: A TOTAL coffee snob, obviously; went to all the best culinary schools and isn't afraid to flaunt it; he may be a villain but if you ask for nondairy milk he'll give you nondairy milk b/c only a monster would swap it out for cow's milk
Blaze: Sonic Channel artwork has shown that she burns everything she cooks
Silver: This boy has only eaten concrete in his entire life and is driven to tears of joy by the taste of canned chicken noodle soup; if Amy took him under her wing he might be pretty good at it
Team Chaotix: In true Dad fashion, Vector can work a grill, make grilled cheese, and boil pasta; Espio is probably decent at meal prep and willing to help Vector in the kitchen; Charmy is six so he's allowed to stir the bowl, decorate, and nothing else
Big: He only knows how to cook one thing and it's fish; he and Amy could probably tag-team on a nice fish dinner tho
Vanilla: Shadow got excited during the Twitter Takeover when Tails said she was making dinner so I don't think I need to say anything
Gemerl: He's not nearly as bad as Omega but he feels more comfortable setting the table and leaving the cooking to Vanilla
Babylon Rogues: Storm is the only reason Jet and Wave aren't subsisting off of takeout and junk; I like to think he knows/has some of their ancestors' recipes
Sticks: Same as Knuckles; refuses to eat anything that came out of a microwave because something something government surveillance
Infinite: He just barely knows how to hunt and cook what he catches (probably relied on someone else in his old squad to do all the cooking)
Mighty and Ray: Mighty probably learned to grill from Vector; Ray gets nervous about using the stove/oven so he just lets Mighty handle it
Tangle: Seems like she'd burn the kitchen down but is a surprisingly capable cook, doesn't do anything too fancy tho; watches a lot of Tasty recipes
Whisper: Also a forager but has a sweet tooth; do not let her into your kitchen
Jewel: Can make a pretty bomb-ass salad
Rough & Tumble: Takeout gremlins; their attacks are based on skunk spray so I wouldn't trust them in my worst enemies' kitchens
Belle: Has the tools to cook b/c she's a robot but she can't taste anything so she has no idea how good it'd be; better off helping another cook
Surge: I WOULDN'T LET THIS LITTLE FREAK (affectionate) NEAR A TOASTER
Kit: Same as Tails but he usually only wants to eat Kid Cuisine (Tails eats Lunchables)
Starline: He can brew tea and that's it; "Cooking is for robots, poors, and slave labor"
Deadly Six: Bold of you to assume these guys do ANYTHING for themselves other than fight
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ticketstomydaydreams · 3 years ago
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Lately
(All We Have: Part Three)
Part One: Home
Part Two: 5:3666
Colson x Female Reader
Summary: Your late night routine with Colson continues as you prepare for his daughter's visit, but feelings start to arise...
Word count: 2,200+
Feels: late night emotional feels
Warnings: Pure cheese
Companion playlist:
Machine Gun Kelly - Lately
Beck - Everybody's Gotta Learn Sometime
Gavin Mikhail, LIEZA - I Like Me Better (Acoustic)
A/N: I haven't written in a long time because life has been busy/hard, so it might be a bit sloppy. I'd written a bunch of notes and paragraphs so have pulled this chapter together just about. Case's visit is the next chapter and it's part way there. Thank you for all the lovely messages I've received during my hiatus. You are all so appreciated 😘
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“Baze, you outdid yourself there!” Rook said, leaning back and rubbing his stomach
“Yeah, that shit was fucking fire” Colson adds, through his last mouthful of food
“So good! That’ll be a tough one to top tomorrow” Slim says appreciatively
“No problem guys, you know I’m happy to grill shit all day long” Baze laughs and jokingly salutes, soaking up all the praise for his cooking “Your turn tomorrow is it Kells?” he says, eliciting a laugh from the group as he nudges Colson
“If y’all are happy with burnt toast or mac n cheese, then I’m ya man” he replies 
“Yeah, I think it’s safe to say we can leave the cooking to the rest of us masterchef” you tease as you stick your tongue out at Colson, laughing when he flips you his middle finger.
Baze stands up from the table and picks up his plate and Rook’s
“Ah don’t worry about that dude, I said I’ll clean up tonight. The chef doesn’t do the dishes” you say, gesturing towards the plates in his hands “You guys go chill, I’ll sort this”
The guys stand up and leave the table, thanking you as they head back into the house. Colson stays behind and starts stacking up dishes on the table
“Making yourself useful for once are you?” you tease him again
Putting the plates back down on the table in a playful strop, he replies
“You’re well too cheeky today. You want my help or not kid?”
You hold your hands up “Okay, okay. I’m not one to look a gift horse in the mouth”
Colson sat on the kitchen counter while you rinsed everything and loaded the dishwasher, scrolling through his phone when it started ringing
“Hey-yo, it’s Case!” he says excitedly, as he answers the FaceTime call
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“Hey Princess, how’s my girl?”
“Hey Dad. I’m okay, just watched Popstar again” she says laughing 
“Argh, again? How many times you gonna watch that? That movie is cheese” he groans
Caise laughs “It’s corny but I love it. Whatcha doing?”
“We just finished eating and I’m helping Y/N do the dishes”
“He’s not helping” you say in the background
She gasps, excited “Is Y/N there? Let me see her”
“Hey Case” you wave as he turns the phone round so she can see you
“Hiiii” she says “I can’t wait to see you!”
“Hey!” Colson pouts, turning the phone back to himself “You didn’t even say that to me”
“Daaaad, put Y/N back on a sec. I can’t wait to see you too duh” she replies
“I see how it is” he says, and passes the phone to you
“Guess what Case, I ordered some coconuts with the food delivery after you mentioned you wanted to try some the other day”
“Yes!” she says “I saw loads of tiktoks of people drinking from them. I’ve never tried it!”
“You got more dances to teach me?” Casie was obsessed with learning tiktok dances
“Yeah, I’ve been practising. Can you do some of the makeover ones with me? Like where we do my hair and stuff?”
“Of course, we can do a girls day. Although, I’m sure your dad would let you give him a makeover” you say, sticking your tongue out at Colson as you move over to where he’s sitting so you’re both on camera
“No point arguing with you two is there” he says, putting his arm round your shoulder
“Hey Case, what time is your flight?” he asks
“I think it gets to LA at 15:00. I’ll check with Mom and I’ll text yoooou” she replies
“Okay little special girl, can’t wait. We’ll see you Thursday”
“See you soon. Love you Dad. Oh, love you too Y/N. Byeeee”
You both respond “Love you too” in unison as she waves goodbye and hangs up.
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Colson still has his arm around your shoulder when he says “You wanna hit the studio?”
“Sure thing” you reply “Get down and help me load the dishwasher then”
“Yes boss” he says, causing you to roll your eyes as he salutes you and jumps down from the counter
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You check your phone and see it’s gone midnight. “You know, we’re gonna have to kick these late nights while Casie is here. Can’t be doing our usual sleeping til 2pm, she’s gonna have loads of ideas of stuff she wants to do while she’s here” you say, looking over at Colson, reclining back in his seat with his feet on the desk and smoking a joint. Neither of you were getting much work done this evening, you’d been absentmindedly scrolling through old samples and lyrics while Colson chatted about Casie. You loved hearing him talk about her, his whole demeanour seemed to soften and he was always so excited in the lead up to her arrival.  “Casie is so chill, you know that, she just rolls with it” he replies
You stand up and stretch “Right, I’m gonna go to bed and try get some sleep”
Colson pulls you towards him so that you fall into his lap and he squeezes you tightly so you can’t get away “Nah, stay up with me. I’m not tired, I’ll be bored without you” he pouts
His arms still wrapped around your waist, you take the joint from between his fingertips and take a long toke “I’m not the only person in this house y’know, the guys are still up”
He lets go of you and pinches the joint back from you “Yeah I know, but I like our late nights”
“Yeah me too” you turn in his lap and smile back at him “But we should at least try and go to bed earlier than 6am”
“Who are you kidding?” he laughs, poking you in the side so you flinch at the ticklish touch “You’re a worse insomniac than me. No way you’ll be sleeping”
“Colson..” you whine, giving him a faux stern look 
“Yeah, yeah, you’re right” he says as you stand up and offer your hand, which he takes, making a big deal of standing up, letting you pull his weight as he moves out of his slouched position. “I’m not tired though” he mumbles as he follows you out of the studio “and neither are you” and you roll your eyes affectionately at his petulant grumbling
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Lying in bed reading, sleep doesn’t come easily to you and you check your clock: 2:00am. You can hear the soft sound of a TV being played at low volume from Colson’s room next door, knowing he’s still awake is making it even harder to settle. You’d become so used to spending all night with him recently, it seemed strange to not be with him now. Admitting defeat to yourself, you climbed out of bed and headed out into the hall, knocking softly on his bedroom door. Hearing him shout ‘come in’, you entered his room sheepishly and were met by a big grin as he paused what he was watching “Why are still awake? I thought you said we HAD to go to sleep” he says in a mocking sing-song tone. 
“Shut up” you said, as you crossed his room and climbed into the empty side of his bed
“Uh oh, was I right? Little Miss Insomniac is admitting I’m right?” he chides, leaning over and poking you repeatedly in your sides “I’m right aren’t I? You couldn’t sleep” 
He continues his tickle attack, him laughing along as he watches you belly laughing at his touch, unable to control yourself. “ADMIT IT!” he says, now pinning you down on the bed so he’s towering above you, squeezing your sides and squirming his fingers into your armpits as you writhe beneath him, choking on your laughter. You manage to shout out “NEVER!” but this only encourages him further. You struggle to catch your breath as he tickles you and you eventually cave and shout out “FINE”. He immediately stops and looks down at you, his final resting position straddling you with a leg either side of your hips and you lock eyes as you catch your breath. The eye contact between you lingers for just a few seconds longer than feels normal and you feel your stomach do a little flip, catching you off guard as you stare up into his blue eyes. He starts to laugh and just like that the moment has passed.
Climbing off you and laying down next to you, his back against the padded headboard, he says “I knew I’d get you to cave”
“Pfft, any confession given under duress isn’t admissible in court” you fire back 
“Whatever” he laughs, and throws his arm around your shoulder pulling you into his chest
You settle in to him and look up at the TV on the wall across from the bed and see the film he’d been watching ‘Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind’.
 “This is, like, my FAVOURITE film” you beam, reaching over him for the remote to unpause
“I know” he replies “You always talked about it and I finally watched it properly a while ago, it’s a beautiful film”
“Yeah, I love it, it’s uncomfortable viewing though” you say, your voice getting quieter as you continue “Something always hits home hard when I watch it” 
You feel him hug you into him just a fraction tighter as he mumbles “Oh yeah for sure, the characters are way too relatable” 
He seems lost in thought for a moment then continues "You know, I actually watched it a couple of times since you mentioned it… it's like depending on your mood, you can relate to either Joel or Clementine, then it might change the next time, I dunno… I mean both of them are pretty messed up and intense but different y'know…but they just keep coming back to each other like fate or something, I can never tell if I'm rooting for them or not. Like, they know it'll most likely go wrong again but they do it anyway… "'
He looks down at you, cuddled into his side, your eyes focused on the screen and gives you a gentle squeeze.. "Chime in at any time Y/N, you're letting me ramble again…" he chuckles softly, a hint of self-consciousness in his voice. 
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"Nah, I just enjoy hearing your thoughts, because… " You trail off, not looking up at him. The film has got you in your feels again, it seems to open something up that makes you feel vulnerable. Colson rubs his long fingers up your arm "Go on…" "Well, because I'm the same, I pick something different up each time.. I just think that…Well, I feel like everyone is just..", you sigh, "… we're just always looking for some form of connection, because sometimes we see things in people that we want so badly, so we chase something that isn't there…" 
You can hear Colson chewing his lip just above your head before he speaks softly 
"Yeah… and sometimes we're blind to the things that are actually there, right in front of us…" 
You turn your head subtly and look up at him, but his eyes are fixed on the television, his lip still pulled between his teeth as if he's deep in thought.
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"Hmm.." is all you can utter in response, your chest swirling with an emotion you can't quite place as Colson shuffles further down onto his pillow, keeping you pressed against him
Neither of you say anything else as the movie continues, both too tired to pry into what the other is saying and within half an hour you feel Colson's arm around your shoulder grow heavier as his breathing gets deeper. 
The credits start to roll and you slide out from under Colson’s heavy arm to reach for the remote. Turning the TV off, you sit on the edge of the bed in the now quiet room, the only sound, Colson’s soft breathing. You turn to look at him in the dim light of dawn creeping in through the drapes and that feeling comes again, a pang in your chest, as you watch his chest rise and fall, the peaceful look on his face. 
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You shake the feeling off, standing up slowly, ready to creep out to your bedroom when Colson’s sleep laced voice mumbles out behind you “Hey, where you going…”
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You sit back down “I’m gonna go get some sleep” you say pushing the ruffled hair off his forehead. He reaches up and wraps his hand around yours “Stay here with me…you know I hate sleeping alone” You avoid his blue eyes, feeling him watch you in the semi-darkness as you slide back under the covers next to him, rolling away to face the window.
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He moves closer to you, “You okay Y/N?” he whispers, stroking the hair from across your ear
“Mmhmm” you murmur, suddenly hyper aware of his presence next to you.
He pulls you back into him, wrapping his arms around you and bringing his knees up to meet the back of your legs, spooning you tightly and whispers “Night” against the back of your neck. 
You allow your body to relax into him, you’re so tired and you want to sleep but that funny feeling rises in your chest again. 
Shit.
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mummybear · 4 years ago
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Finally, I’ve Found You.
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Words: 4938
Warnings: Swearing, Smut, ABO, Protective Sam, Possessive Dean, Claiming, Scenting, Dirty Talk, Orgasm Control, Hair Pulling, Fluff, Angst, Teasing, knotting....Think that’s it :)
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Bingo Square: @spnkinkbingo - Free Space - ABO Soul Mates
Summary: When your protective Alpha best friend takes you to meet his family, things don’t go quite to plan. You end up finding something, or someone, you’ve been looking for your whole life. 
Beta: @negans-lucille-tblr Thank you again babe! :D
Divider: @firefly-graphics
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Being an Omega in this part of the world was nothing short of a nightmare - Omegas were treated as slaves and fuck toys for Alphas. When your parents had died, you were even more scared than ever before. Being left alone in this world was terrifying, you hadn’t told anyone, not until you’d met Sam Winchester. He was an Alpha through and through,” - at least, that’s what he let the outside world believe. To you he was your best friend, and your protector. He was a complete sweetheart, even when you knew it was hard for him not to give into his nature. 
The most that he ever did was snap at you, but that was only when his rut hit particularly hard or your heat or his rut started before either of you were ready. Even then though, he would lock himself away, or he would lock you away and keep you safe, until those days passed. You wanted to want Sam in that way, and you knew he felt the same, but neither of you had ever been able to bring yourselves to do anything. 
There were times you’d talked about it at length; the possibility of you being his, but you’d always come to the same conclusion. It wasn’t right, for either of you, and it wouldn’t be fair. You were worried though, because if Sam wasn’t supposed to be yours, then who was? And were they even half as sweet, hot and caring as your best friend? You only knew what you’d been told by your other Omega friends, once you found your mate, you would just know.
“You ready to go?” Sam asks as he walks into your room, with a big excited grin on his face.
“Sam, are you sure about this?” you sigh as you finish zipping up your suitcase for the weekend.
“Y/N, trust me! My family are going to love you.” 
“You know I trust you, more than anyone on the planet, but I don’t know if It’s such a good idea. I’m not exactly special, I’m just like any other Omega,” you sigh as he takes the suitcase from your grip, and you hear him huff quietly.
“I’ve told you before, that isn’t how any of my family see it. Besides, you’re my best friend, they know how much you’ve been there for me. Even if you are a giant pain my ass. Now come on, stop complaining,” he winks at you over his shoulder.
You roll your eyes and follow him out of the door.
“Fine, but you better not leave me on my own,” you huff out, locking the door behind you.
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Luckily the drive doesn’t take as long as you thought it might, and all too soon you’re pulling up to a gorgeous home, with perfectly kept lawn and two classic cars in the driveway. You wring your hands in your lap, feeling the nerves creeping up on you even more than you’d expected. You can feel the need to be sick pressing against the back of your throat. Sam must notice because seconds later you feel a big hand on top of both of yours, and you feel a slight sense of calm start to settle over you.
“Sam, I told you not to use those Alpha powers of yours on me,” you laugh slightly, feeling grateful that he doesn’t always listen to you.
“Y/N, you’re shaking and you’re breathing too hard. I don’t want you passing out on me, just breathe,” he smiles gently, the complete picture of calm, as always.
It takes a few moments, but you finally manage to get your breathing under control, and your heart stops racing.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I don’t think that’s ever happened before,” you swallow thickly, climbing out of the car and following Sam as he pulls your suitcases out.
Sam looks you over and frowns, “now you mention it, I’ve never seen you like this. Did we work out the days wrong? Is your heat due or something?”
You think on it for a moment as Sam leads you to his parents house, and over to the front door.
“I, uh, no. I only had one a two weeks ago. You know I only have one a month, it can’t be that.” 
Before Sam can respond the door is pulled open, and a grinning couple fill the doorway. 
“Sam! It’s great to see you son.” The older man steps forward and embraces Sam in a tight hug, that Sam returns with a big grin. Before turning to the older woman and doing the same. It’s clear to see they’re his mom and dad. The family resemblance is beyond obvious.
“Mom, dad, this is Y/N. Y/N this is my mom and dad, Mary and John Winchester,” Sam introduces fondly.
“Great to finally meet you, Y/N! Sam has told us all about you,” John smiles warmly, giving you a quick hug which you return nervously. 
“We really have heard so much about you, thank you so much for looking after our baby,” Mary grins, and pulls you into another hug.
“Now, come on inside you two,” Mary tells you both, moving aside so you can follow Sam into the house.
“Sammy!” You hear from down the hall, and you follow Sam further into the house, watching as Sam is embraced by a slightly shorter man with sandy hair. You smile at the display of affection. it’s so nice to see Sam surrounded by family, he’d always spoken about them, and you’re guessing this must be the brother he’d told you countless stories about, Dean.
Suddenly Dean looks up and his eyes lock with yours over Sam’s shoulder, you feel like a rug has been pulled from under your feet and you stumble back a little. Your heart thuds painfully in  your chest, and you swallow thickly around the lump that’s lodged in your throat. You bite your lip as his nostrils flair and feel yours do the same as his scent hits you, and it’s like you can see his eyes darken before you.
Your words are stuck in your throat, until Mary comes to your side and wraps her arms around you, “Y/N? Are you feeling okay, sweetie. Do you need to sit down?” 
Her voice sounds a little distant, like you have cotton wool lodged in your ears, but you hear her faintly all the same.
“Yes, please. Sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me today,” you all but whisper, tearing your gaze away from Dean, as Sam pulls away from him to come and stand by your side.
Mary and Sam lead you into the living room and help you get settled on the sofa.
“Are you okay?” Mary checks again, as she sends Sam away to help his father outside with the grill.
“Y-Yeah, I think so. I think I just need a minute, long drive,” you explain as you try and reassure her, and she nods in understanding.
“Okay honey, if you need anything we’ll just be outside okay?” 
“Thank you, Mrs Winchester,” you sigh, leaning back against the soft sofa, and you let your eyes close for a moment. You feel her squeeze your hand and the sofa dips as she steps away.
You suck in a deep breath and your eyes snap open, as an unusual but tantalising mix of scents fill your nose. It’s like leather, spice, oil and something you don’t quite recognise. Then your gaze falls on the door you’d come through earlier, and on him.
You sit a little straighter and shift awkwardly in your seat.
“Hi, you must be, Dean. I’m Y/N,” you practically whisper as he walks further into the room.
He looks you up and down and licks his lips, his gaze heated, like he can see through your clothes and it makes you shiver.
“Nice to meet you, sweetheart,” his voice is almost a growl as he talks, and he takes the seat right next to you, holding out his hand for you to shake.
You take his hand and your eyes lock with his, a complete calmness settles over you and you can feel yourself leaning into him. Dean swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he repositions his hand, so that his fingers are moving between yours, intertwining your hand with his own.
“Alpha,” you whimper leaning in closer, following his lead, until his forehead is pressed against yours.
“Omega,” he practically growls, scooting his body closer to you and breathing deeply, as his free arm curls around your waist tightly, almost possessively.
“There’s something about you… I don’t understand. I’ve never felt anything like this before,” you mutter, almost disbelieving, like if you say it too loud he’ll disappear. 
“Neither have I, but I can smell it. I know you’re mine.” 
He says it with such finality, and you want to believe him because, fuck, he’s perfect. Gorgeous, strong, great family. But beyond that you don’t know anything about him, you’ve literally just met, but something tells you that you can trust him, that he’s right, and you are his and he’s yours.
“B-But we’ve just met, Dean,” you stutter, as the hand gripping your waist slips just beneath your t-shirt and brushes your skin.
“Don’t care. You’re mine, I know you are. I can feel it, I can smell it, and I know you can too,” he growls as your free hand rests on his thigh to steady yourself.
“I can feel it, in every bone in my body, Dean. But we can’t,” you protest weakly, trying to pull away, but he holds your body tight against his.
He pulls back and looks at your face, “Is it Sam?” he huffs, and you can hear the unease in his voice, you can tell he’s forcing down a possessive growl.
“Why would it be anything to do with Sam? He’s my best friend, and that’s it. We both feel the same,” you sigh as he pulls away further, and you groan as your stomach rolls painfully.
“I’m sorry. You’re right, I’ll let you rest, just pretend this never happened, okay?” he grits out, voice shaking as he backs away slowly.
“No, Dean, don’t. I didn’t mean you had to go!” you call after him, but before you can get up he’s already left, and you hear the back door slam closed.
-
Dinner had been really great, full of great conversation and stories of Sam and Dean when they were younger, not to mention the amazing food. It only made you more confused as to why Sam never cooked more often at home. But after ten minutes, something had changed with Dean, and he’d gone to eat in his room, claiming that he had to make a call for work.
You’re all now sitting in the living room, while Mary shows you photos of Sam and Dean when they were babies. When suddenly a wave of pain hits you from nowhere, and you grip Sam’s arm tightly.
“Y/N? Are you okay?” he asks immediately, and he looks really worried as he takes you in.
“No. Something’s wrong,” you whimper, wiping at your sweaty forehead with the back of your hand. Sam carefully helps you to your feet and you cling onto him tightly. 
“Mine.” Comes a growl from the doorway, snapping everyone's attention away from you and towards Dean.
“Dean? What the hell do you mean ‘Mine’?” Sam questions defensively, putting himself between you and his brother, pushing your body behind him. 
“Alpha,” you whine, reaching for Dean, and Sam has to hold you tighter against his side, so you don’t fall to the floor.
Everyone seems to be looking between you and Dean, before John groans quietly, “Fuck, I shoulda noticed earlier. Sammy you need to let her go, son,” he tells his youngest son gently, as he walks towards you and Sam. 
Sam looks at his father as though he’s gone mad and holds you tighter.
“No way, clearly Dean’s lost his damn mind, he’s not going anywhere near her. I’ve kept her safe for years, but I didn’t think I’d have to protect her from my own family.” 
Your eyes lock with Dean’s and you whimper as he starts to walk towards you, feeling the slick gathering between your thighs.
“Sam. Listen to me, Dean must be her mate. You said yourself that Y/N isn’t due a heat, right?” John asks calmly, stepping between his boys.
“Not for another two weeks, why? What the hell does that have to do with anything?!” Sam exclaims with disbelief.
“Well, your brother has literally just had his rut. So by rights, he was safe, unless…” John trails off, maybe hoping Sam is understanding.
“Sam, please. I need him,” you moan pathetically, as John growls at his eldest son warning him to step back, in an effort to calm the situation down.
“It must be another heat, Y/N, it’s the only explanation. You’re not thinking clearly-” you unintentionally cut Sam off, when a scream rips through your throat and you double over in pain, with Sam’s arms the only thing stopping you from hitting the floor.
Dean whimpers and looks around his father, locking eyes with his brother, looking like a scared puppy.
“Sammy, please. Let me help her,” Dean groans, running his fingers through his sweat soaked hair.
“No. I’m the one who looks after her, not you,” Sam growls defensively.
You’re starting to lose consciousness, and your eyes are heavy, sweat dripping from your forehead. You’ve never felt anything this intense in your entire life. Suddenly a smaller pair of arms wrap around you and help you sit back on the sofa, you look up at Mary, and she’s barely in focus. 
“Honey, I need you to focus, look at me okay.” 
“Can’t, Mary. I’m so tired,” you slur, feeling the sofa dip the other side of you.
“Doll, listen to me, you can’t fall asleep, you’re burning up.” Comes John’s deep voice from your other side, and you lean into him when he presses a cool rag against your forehead.
“‘mega, tell me what you need, let me help,” Dean whispers, carefully cupping your cheeks in his big warm hands. You force your eyes open, and you can see the pain in his eyes, and the tick in his jaw as though he’s clenching his teeth.
“Alpha, please. Need you, don’t go,” you beg desperately, reaching out and grabbing his shirt in your fists. Dean’s hands cover yours and he tries to hush you gently, and you notice that you’re both alone in the room now. Your legs are still like jelly, so when you try and stand you practically collapse into Dean’s arms.
You nuzzle at his neck and purr as his scent surrounds you, feeling your vision clear slightly as your lips press against his skin.
“Not here,” Dean growls, his voice deep, husky and thick with need as he scoops you up into his arms and carries you bridal style, putting a stop to your attempt to push his shirt from his shoulders.
You clench your thighs together as another wave of arousal grips you, and you feel Dean’s fingers tighten against your body as he carries you up the stairs. When you reach the second door on the left, Dean walks inside and then kicks the door closed behind him. He heads over to the large bed and lays you down carefully, before sitting down beside you, and brushing the sweat soaked hair away from your face. The familiar feeling of your heat coursing through your body is even stronger than it’s ever been before, and you can feel yourself curling around Dean as soon as he lays down beside you. 
“It hurts, Dean,” you whimper, hooking one of your legs over his body as he wraps his arms around you and you find yourself rocking your hips against his thigh, trying to find some kind of release. 
“Shh, sweetheart, just breathe. You’re makin’ it real hard to be a gentleman right now,” his voice is practically a growl, and it sends a shiver down your spine.
You bite your lip as you look up at him, “I don’t want a gentleman, I want my Alpha. I want you.”
Dean’s arms tighten around you and you feel the growl in his throat right before you hear it, “Fuck you smell good ‘mega. I could smell you as soon as you walked through that door. Haven't stopped thinking about it since I first laid eyes on you.” 
“I don’t understand how this all happened so fast, but I know you’re my Alpha, I can feel it,” you whisper as he cups your cheek and you feel relief flood your body when he pulls you into a kiss. 
The kiss starts off careful and slow but quickly becomes more passionate, he gently pushes your hands back against the mattress, and you have to clench your fists to stop yourself from touching him. 
“Stay there, baby, let your Alpha make it better,” he whispers against your lips between intense kisses that seem to be turning your body to liquid. Dean’s hands are exploring every inch of you, his touch is firm and a little rough, but it’s just what you need right now. You can’t help but moan into his mouth when he starts tugging at your clothes.
When he pulls away from your lips to look into your eyes, you gasp for breath, quickly realising only your panties remain. Dean hums in approval, cupping your breasts in his big hands and he gently flicks over your nipples with his thumbs, biting his lip as he watches your face for a reaction. You arch into his touch, desperate to feel more of him.
“Oh God, fuck,” you whine needily as Dean runs his fingers over your soaked panties. 
Dean chuckles deeply, breath hot against your soft skin, and you shiver as he nips at your neck, “you want me to bite down just here,” he nips a little harder for emphasis, and you can’t help but moan as you struggle to nod. You arch your hips and moan his name as he pushes your panties aside, and he eases two thick calloused fingers inside your soaked entrance, slowly edging back and forth until they’re fully inside you. 
“Mmm, of course you do, my needy little Omega. You want me to claim what’s mine? Want me to fuck you until you can’t see straight, and you’re coming all over my knot?” You can tell his instincts are taking over, his voice is deeper, and his touch is almost bruising, but in the best way.
Dean rips your panties away from your body with his free hand. You barely even feel the sting of them ripping, only the slight pressure on your clit as he pulls them up and off of you. Then he leans over you, and he starts to curl his fingers inside you, pressing his free hand to your stomach so everything intensifies as he picks up a steady pace. Then his hand shifts and his thumb presses against your clit, your hands immediately reach out, and you grab hold of the first thing you can. Your nails dig into his biceps as you hold on tight, feeling the muscle bulge and relax as he pushes towards release, the look in his eyes makes you want to give in to whatever he says.
There's just something about him being fully clothed and fully in control, while you’re naked and at his mercy that makes the Omega in you purr appreciatively. 
Your stomach tightens and your pussy flutters around his fingers as he pushes you towards your first orgasm. You’re breathing heavy and writhing beneath him when suddenly he pulls his fingers free, and your body slumps against the bed, with a sheen of sweat coating your skin. You whimper as you look up at him, wishing you felt a little less pathetic, because you would kick his ass if he was one of the Beta’s you’d slept with before. But this is an Alpha - your Alpha.
Dean chuckles, leaning back as he starts to pull off his clothes, and you can’t take your eyes off of him.
“Oh my beautiful Omega, don’t make all of those pretty little noises right now. I promise I’ll make it better. But the first time you come for me I want it to be with my cock inside you, stretching out this tight little cunt.” You moan at his filthy words as he throws his shirt across the room, he’s perfect, and you can’t stop staring, unable to believe how lucky you are.
“Please, Alpha. I need to come so bad, wanna feel your knot.” The desperation in your voice is clear as you cling to the sweat soaked duvet under you.
His eyes lock with yours as a filthy and cocky smirk curls at his lips. You watch with bated breath as he pulls off his jeans and boxers, and his thick cock is freed from its confines.
“Hmm, am I your first Alpha, sweetheart? Your only Alpha? Is this the first knot you’re gonna take in that perfect little pussy?” Dean sounds far too pleased with himself as he asks those questions, but in the moment they only make you squirm more.
He strokes his cock slowly in one hand as he pushes his other hand between your legs, and his thumb circles your clit torturously slow. You don’t want to stop looking at him, but your entire body is shaking with need. You clench your thighs around his hand, trying your best to stave off your orgasm.
“Dean, please. I can’t hold it,” you whine desperately. 
To your relief his hand falls away, and you suck in a breath, feeling the heat of his body pressed against you forces you to open your eyes.
“You ready?” he asks quietly, voice husky and thick with need, and you feel the wide head of his cock pressing against your wet entrance.
You can feel his thighs quivering against your own, it’s pretty obvious he’s holding himself back. You meet his eyes and swallow hard, knowing that you couldn’t go back now, even if you wanted to. You need him, you can feel it deep down.
“Don’t you want me on my hands and knees, Alpha?” you ask, voice breathy, and you shiver feeling his fingers digging into your thighs.
“I’m trying to take it easy on you here, ‘mega, don’t push me,” his voice has lowered to a growl, and you know you’re poking the bear, but you can’t seem to stop yourself, you need him to lose control.
You slowly drag your hand down his chest and stomach, feeling the muscles ripple beneath your touch, and you hear him suck in a breath when your hand wraps around his thick length.
“I can take it, Alpha, want you to fuck me like you mean it.” Dean grunts as your hand moves over him and you turn your head to the side, showing him your perfectly clear skin, free of any scars and stroke your fingers down the side.
“When you claim me, right here-” you don’t get time to finish your sentence, because Dean has pulled out of your grip and his rough hands flip you over and force you on your stomach.
You barely have time to suck in a breath before he’s hauling you up by your hips. Dean spreads your legs and the head of his wide cock presses inside you slowly, but then his hips snap forward, and you scream in pleasure as you lose your balance. Your fingers curl around your pillow and your back arches painfully, as he pulls out almost all of the way and snaps his hips forward again. The grip on your hips tightens, to the point you’re sure there will be bruises left behind.
“How’s that, my needy little Omega?” he growls, wrapping his fingers in your hair and tugging your head back harshly. You can’t speak, you can hardly breathe. 
“Ah fuck! Dean, please let me come!” you scream feeling your pussy spasm around his cock when he picks up a steady rhythm, deep and slow, and so hard you feel like your body is going to snap in half.
“Wait. I decide where I claim you, is that fucking clear?” he growls snapping his hips forward roughly.
“Fuck! Yes. Whatever you want, Alpha,” you whine obediently, impossibly close to the edge of a mind shattering orgasm. But even your body is refusing to disobey your Alpha.
“Mmm, good girl. C’mere,” he pants, tugging you back against him by your hair and nuzzling your neck. You don’t struggle, in fact, you find yourself relaxing against him.
“You wanna come all over my cock, sweetheart?”
“Yes. Please, Dean, I need it,” you whine breathlessly, feeling his free hand roam your body slowly, as he cock continues to thrust into you teasingly.
“Then play with your clit while I fuck you. I wanna watch you fall apart, my desperate little ‘mega.” 
The sheets are soaked beneath you both, his rut and your heat are in full effect now, and you know you’d do anything he asked.
You drop your shaking hand between your legs and start to rub circles into your clit, feeling your pussy clamp down around his throbbing cock. You cry out when Dean starts to pick up his pace, his thrusts are precise, rubbing perfectly against your g-spot. 
“Ah! Alpha, right there!” you practically scream as he roughly tugs your hair, pulling your head to the side, exposing your neck and you feel his teeth gently tug at your skin.
The threat of him claiming you is enough to send you hurtling into the most powerful orgasm of your life. Your body shakes in his arms as he continues to fuck into you, your tight wet heat gripping him like a vice. You’re vaguely aware of the fact that Dean’s wrapped an arm around your waist, keeping you pinned against him because you’ve gone limp in his arms.
“So sexy when you come ‘mega, such a perfect little pussy. You want it, baby girl? You want me to make you mine?” he grits out breathlessly. Your head is swimming as you feel another orgasm burning in your stomach, but his words are enough to make you moan in agreement. Dean chuckles, pushing the sweat soaked hair over one of your shoulders, “c’mon, ‘mega, need to hear you say it.” 
You tilt your head to the side again and feel his tongue against your skin, “take me, claim me, Alpha. Wanna be yours.”
“Oh fuck,” he moans sucking hard at your neck, “gonna make me come ‘mega, gonna fill you up,” his voice is a broken rasp as he fucks up into you, his pace brutal. 
He lets out an animalistic growl when his own release finally hits, and sinks his teeth into your neck, then you feel his knot swell inside you. His knot catches against your entrance as his cock pulses inside you, pulling another scream from you as your second orgasm shoots through your entire body. Gasping, you both crash down onto the mattress, with Dean’s body wrapped around you. 
Your bodies shake against one another as Dean pulls his teeth carefully from your neck, and licks softly at his claim mark. Your heart is hammering in your chest as you take a deep shaky breath, as a feeling of being complete finally settles over you. 
Dean presses kisses along your shoulder and brushes his fingers through your damp hair. 
“Remind me to buy Sammy a house for bringing you to dinner,” Dean chuckles, his voice hoarse from your time together. 
You giggle and lace your fingers with his, his hand feels so big against yours but it feels right.
“Just a house, huh?” you tease playfully.
He presses a soft kiss to your claim mark and he drags his teeth over your ear lobe, “mmm you’re right, maybe a mansion,” he whispers, every word punctuated with a soft kiss and roaming hands. You can’t help but be a little nervous, this is all so sudden. What if he changes his mind about you?
His cock slips free suddenly as his knot retracts, and he turns you in his arms, so that you’re facing him. The soft smile on his face is completely disarming, and you can’t help but smile back.
“I can practically hear you thinkin’, ‘mega. I promise we’re gonna figure all of this out.” 
You sigh softly and lean in, kissing him for the first time in what feels like forever. When you pull away his intense green eyes meet yours. 
“It doesn’t make any sense, but I trust you, Dean. You and me, it just feels right,” you tell him, and the emotion you’re feeling causes your voice to catch a little.
“That’s because it is. So, what do you say we get ourselves ready and go down to see everyone?, I think we have a little explaining to do, my beautiful Omega,” he whispers tenderly, cupping your cheek and presses a lingering kiss to your lips.
“Probably a good idea, Alpha,” you agree, feeling a blush come to your cheeks as your fingers graze over the claim mark on your neck. You weren’t expecting your life to change so drastically in a day, but you wouldn’t change it for the world.
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buckleyblueyes · 3 years ago
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ahh that's amazing! thank you in advance. I got this idea into my head: what if there is this one time they're all on a call, and maybe it's something that hits a little too close to home for Buck, maybe it's playing on his fears and insecurities, but the moment Buck sees what they're dealing with he gets SCARED, and freezes, and subconsciously grabs Eddie's hand, because Eddie makes him feel safe. He is his best friend (who he's in love with, ofc) after all. Eddie is well. Surprised. Very much.
Anon! Thank you so much for your patience with this one! I know it's been ages since you sent it in. I hope it's worth the wait and that I did justice to your prompt! (CW: drowning)
Eddie feels Buck tense up beside him as soon as Bobby tells them where they're going: Splash Zone Water Park. They have calls to pools fairly often, and Buck always gets a little bit tense going into it, no matter how long it’s been since the tsunami. Eddie presses his knee against Buck’s in the truck, offering a silent comfort to his friend. Buck seems to push down his fears by the time they pull up to the scene, forcing himself to shift into Firefighter Buckley mode as they make their way through the park. Eddie lets himself be relieved, until they arrive in front of the wave pool.
Of course it’s the goddamn wave pool. Even worse, there’s a nine year old boy laid out on the stone patio next to the pool, dripping wet, brown hair plastered to his forehead. He’s unconscious, bleeding from the side of his head, and his chest isn't rising and falling like it should be. Buck freezes immediately at the sight, reaching out for Eddie with his right hand, and wrapping his fingers around Eddie’s left wrist. It takes Eddie a moment to realize that Buck is feeling for his pulse, grounding himself.
Eddie does his best to steady his breathing and heart rate once he realizes what Buck is doing. The sight in front of them is upsetting to him, of course it is, but he knows it’s worse for Buck. He’s not the one who walked around for hours not knowing if Christopher was dead or alive. He’s not the one who almost died himself (at least, not that day.) “It’s okay,” he murmurs quietly, so only Buck can hear. “I’m here, I’m alive. That’s not Christopher.” It’s purely a medical call at this point, so he makes no attempt to move away from Buck as Hen and Chimney begin administering CPR to the boy. His mother is crying, wailing, begging them to save him. His lips are turning blue. Buck’s grip on Eddie’s wrist is like a vice.
“We got a pulse!” Hen finally calls out.
Buck’s grip doesn’t loosen, but Eddie does hear him let out of a heavy breath. He twists his hand out of Buck’s grip just enough that he can slide his arm up, so Buck is no longer holding his wrist, but is holding his hand. He gives Buck’s hand a firm squeeze and finally hazards a glance up at the man in question. Buck is staring at their intertwined hands now, confused. At least, Eddie decides, he’s distracted from the drowning boy. He runs his thumb along the back of Buck’s hand, in what he hopes is a comforting gesture.
He knows they’re crossing some kind of line here, that hand holding in the middle of an emergency scene (even one where their presence turned out not to be strictly necessary) is not something that he’ll be able to brush off as strictly platonic. It doesn’t scare him like it used to, though. Maybe it’s because he watched Buck date Taylor, so he knows how much worse it would be to not have Buck, or maybe it’s all the therapy he’s been in since the shooting. Either way, Eddie’s not afraid anymore. He and Buck have been on the edge of something--or maybe everything--for months, so if holding Buck’s hand will help ground him, keep his mind from thrusting him back in time, then it’s a risk Eddie is willing to take.
Hen and Chimney are loading the boy into the ambulance--he is breathing again, still unconscious and probably severely concussed, but alive--when Bobby finally makes his way over to them. He takes in the haunted look in Buck’s eyes, and the fact that their hands are still tightly clasped together, and frowns.
“You boys alright?” He asks, but he’s looking at Buck.
Buck nods slowly. “I--Yeah. Just...Brought up some bad memories.”
“This was a rough one,” Bobby agrees. “I’m gonna take us off rotation for a while when we get back to the station.”
“Thanks, Cap,” Eddie says. Buck doesn’t say anything.
Bobby smiles in that warm, fatherly way of his, looking between them. “Take care of each other.”
As if there’s any universe where they wouldn’t.
Eddie doesn’t let go of Buck’s hand until they get back to the station, and only because he needs two hands to cook.
“I’m not hungry,” Buck says, still hovering in Eddie’s space.
“You were about to eat before the call came in,” Eddie insists gently. “You need to eat.”
“And you’re gonna cook for me?” Buck shakes his head. “I think I’ll take my chances with starvation.”
Eddie rolls his eyes, pulling out a griddle and a clean spatula. “I think I can handle grilled cheese, Buck.”
Buck’s mouth opens and closes in surprise. “Grilled cheese?”
“Maddie may have mentioned making it for you a lot growing up.” Eddie flushes slightly at having to admit he’s talked to Maddie about Buck. “I thought it would be comforting.”
Buck stares at him, eyes wide and mouth turning up into a tentative smile. “Yeah, it is.”
“Good,” Eddie smiles back. “Now, go sit down.”
Eddie bustles about the kitchen, pulling out the good buttermilk bread that Chimney always buys instead of the whole wheat bread that Bobby puts on the list, the pre-sliced cheddar cheese, and the butter. “After we eat, how about we video call Christopher?” It’s late in the afternoon, he’ll be home from school by now.
Buck lets out a long exhale. “Yes, please.”
Eddie flips the bread slices on the griddle and places the cheese slices on the toasted side. “Great.”
“I--” Buck starts. “I didn’t know how to ask.”
Eddie looks up from the sandwiches. “How to ask for what?”
“To talk to Christopher,” Buck draws patterns on the tabletop with his index finger. “I know I’m not--He’s not mine.”
Eddie doesn’t say anything at first, just plates up the sandwiches, brings them over to the table, and sits down next to Buck, who takes a small, tentative bite.
“I don’t think that’s true.”
“What?”
“You said Christopher isn’t yours,” Eddie picks up his sandwich, but doesn’t bite into it. “I don’t think that’s true.”
Buck is staring at him again, confused.
“Look, I don’t know what we are anymore, Buck,” Eddie admits. “Things are different between us now, and I don’t know what I’m doing, but I know that you love Christopher, and that he loves you just as much. If that doesn’t give you a right to call him, to reassure yourself that he’s okay, then I don’t know what does.”
“I…” Buck’s eyes fill with tears.
"It's okay, Buck." Eddie reaches over to wipe Buck's tears with his thumb. “Just eat your grilled cheese."
Buck does as he’s told, making it halfway through the sandwich in three bites. “You know, there’s no law that says we have to wait until we finish eating to call Christopher.”
Eddie raises a skeptical eyebrow, looking up from his own half-eaten lunch. “Will you actually finish eating if we call now?”
“Absolutely.” Buck takes a big bite to prove his point. “See?” He says, through a mouthful of food. Something so childish shouldn’t be so endearing, and yet, somehow it is.
Helpless, Eddie pulls out his phone. Carla answers on the second ring. “You better have a good reason for interrupting math homework.”
“I do.” Eddie assures her. “Can you put Chris on?”
Carla gives him a look, but does as he asks. Christopher is grinning--probably excited to have his math homework interrupted “Hi, Dad!”
“Hey, kid.” Eddie can’t help but return his son’s smile. “How’s the math homework going?”
Christopher’s smile falters slightly. “Oh, it’s good.”
Somehow Eddie doesn’t totally believe that, but it’s not important now. “Listen, I’ve got somebody here who wants to say ‘hi’, is that okay?”
The boy’s smile comes back even wider than before. “Is it Buck?”
“Yeah,” Buck says, loud enough that the phone can catch it. “It’s me.”
“Hand the phone to Buck, Dad!” Christopher is bouncing with excitement. “Hand the phone to Buck!”
He does, scooching his chair closer so he can still see the screen himself, and before Buck can even greet Christopher, the kid is launching into a monologue.
“Buck! Dr. Lassiter assigned us a big, semester-long project for science class, can you pleeeaaase help me with it? I want to build a model of the solar system, but it has to be totally accurate.”
The tension Buck's body has been holding onto since the phrase “water park” fell from Bobby’s lips is finally starting to fade.
“Absolutely. Do we want it to move?”
Christopher’s eyes widen on screen. “Yes!”
Buck laughs. “Well then, we’ve got our work cut out for us.”
Eddie smiles softly, as Buck and Christopher begin planning their project. He knows he must look like a lovesick fool, but to be fair, that’s what he is. He rests one hand over the crook of Buck’s elbow, and doesn’t miss the pink that appears across his cheeks.
“Alright, you three,” that’s Carla’s voice, “Somebody still has math homework to finish, and I’m sure you boys will have to get back to work soon.”
Eddie sighs. Carla is right, unfortunately. But Buck looks lighter than he has all day. “We better do what Carla says.”
“Will you come over after work?” Christopher asks. They won't get off until after Christopher will already be at school, so Buck will probably go to his loft after work. But Eddie doesn’t doubt now that Christopher has asked, Buck will manage to make it over to their house by the time Christopher is home from school. He wonders if it's too soon to ask Buck to sleep in his bed, instead of going to his loft at all. It's yet another line to cross, but at this point Eddie's lost track of all the lines they've crossed.
“You bet,” is Buck’s answer. “Now get back to your math!”
“Okay, dad,” Christopher says, rolling his eyes, voice dripping with sarcasm. It’s meant to be a joke at Buck’s expense, but Eddie can see the breath catching in Buck’s throat all the same, so he pulls the phone from his hand and takes over.
“Good-bye, Christopher! We love you!”
“Bye Dad! Bye Buck! I love you guys, too.”
Buck finds his voice again. “Bye Superman!”
“So,” Eddie says, putting the phone down. “Do you feel better now?”
“Eddie…” Buck hesitates, dropping his hand down so it rests over Eddie’s. His skin is warm and rough and unlike earlier Eddie can actually enjoy the feeling. “Thank you.” He’s thanking Eddie for more than just the grilled cheese and the phone call, and Eddie knows it.
His answer is simple. He turns his hand over, and interlocks their fingers. “Always, Buck.”
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reidgraygubler · 4 years ago
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skater boy (spencer reid)
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Title: skater boy
Request: no
Pairing: dad!spencer reid/child!fem!reader
Category: fluff
Content Warning: not much tbh, mentions of the following: broken bones; getting broken bones, possible hospital visits
Word Count: 3,453
Summary: Spencer wants to spend more time with his daughter. So she teaches him how to skateboard
A/N: im back with another dad!spencer one-shot. We don’t need to address where all these dad! one shots are coming from. im just realizing that this is my favorite trope and this makes me very soft. And it made me very happy to write. thank you all so much for the support! i really do appreciate it. check out my masterlist!
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Spencer’s daughter had always been a dare-devil. Ever since she began walking, she would show-off. She would always give her parents heart attacks when she would show them a new trick she learned at school. Spencer vowed from the day she was born that he’d protect her like his life depended on it. But he didn’t know just how hard that would be.
While Spencer’s partner was gone on a business trip, he had to take on both parental roles. Usually it was no problem, he would get the help of the other members of the BAU team when he got stuck. But on the weekends, he was left on his own. He had no problem with that. His daughter was old enough to have her own forms of entertainment.
The list of hobbies she had was ever growing. Drawing was probably the safest one she had, but in her eyes it was the most boring. It was, however, Spencer’s favorite because he could keep an easy eye on her while he worked or made lunch/supper.
His daughter’s favorite hobby was skateboarding. Although she wasn’t very good at it, she loved the feeling of danger and risk it had. The majority of her friends at school also liked to skateboard. After all, she did pick it up from one of them. It didn’t take much convincing for her to jump on a skateboard.
When Spencer found out about his daughter’s new hobby, concern instantly took over. Concern for her wellbeing, her safety, and health. Skateboarding could be very dangerous if not wearing the correct protective gear. He didn’t want to take away his daughter’s new joy. But he also didn’t want her to get injured.
The day she came home with her friend’s old skateboard was very memorable for both her and Spencer. But for different reasons. His daughter was excited about her new hobby, and being able to show off cool tricks she was learning. As for Spencer…
She was in the middle of showing him a trick that a friend taught her. She was very confident in what she was doing, and told her father she could do it and that he just needed to stand off to the side. That was until she fell off the board and landed hard on the ground. Thankfully she didn’t hit her head, but the only reason for that was because she caught herself on her hand and broke her wrist.
This hobby was picked up only 3 months ago. Her wrist was still in it’s cast, though her determination to ride her skateboard never went away. Even though she knew her father was scarred for her safety, he didn’t stop her from riding. In fact, he got her the proper safety gear and a new skateboard. Of course Spencer only did that after he talked to the team, and got advice from them.
“Dad! Uncle Rossi’s here!” the teen shouted from the front door. David Rossi looked down at the girl, and the skateboard in hand. “I think he’s in his office.”
“I’ll head that way. Then the kitchen,” David nodded before entering the home more. Spencer’s daughter pulled the door shut before sprinting down the front yard to the sidewalk. She placed her skateboard on the ground before getting on and riding up and down the street.
Inside the Reid household, David was with Spencer. The father and daughter had decided to invite the team over for dinner since it was just the two of them, and it was the weekend. David was talking about the most recent case while Spencer read over some essays he needed to grade.
“Has she asked you to ride that thing yet?” David asked as he looked out the window. Spencer’s daughter was talking to one of the neighbor boys.
“Oh, uh, not yet, no. It’ll be the death of me the day she does ask,” Spencer laughed as he looked out the window. Spencer breathed out a laugh as he watched his daughter do a kickflip, landing it perfectly before looking back at the boys. Her hand was sticking out and a smirk grew across her lips. “I told her not to place bets.”
“Like father, like daughter?” David raised an eyebrow as he looked at Spencer.
“The least she could do is place bets with adults, not the kids next door.” Spencer looked back at David as he stood and shoved his hands into his pockets. “Would you ever ride that death trap?”
“Who says I haven’t already?”
“Of all the people I've asked, why do you surprise me the least?” Spencer laughed as he looked at his co-worker. David shrugged off the laugh and looked back at the young girl. The pair stayed silent as they watched the girl continue to show off to the boys.
A green mini van pulled to a stop across the street from the Reid’s house. Spencer’s daughter stopped skateboarding and looked at the van, watching 4 kids tumble out.
“Looks like the Simmons’ are here,” David spoke as he looked back at Spencer.
“It would appear that way. I’ll show you to the grill?” Spencer asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked at David. David nodded before gesturing towards the door to his office.
“Lead the way.”
Back outside, Spencer’s daughter was talking to Matt’s sons as they stared at her skateboard. Matt and Kristy exited the car and quickly pulled out the baby carrier holding Rosemary. The girl was quick to go up to see the baby, a smile growing on her lips.
“Hey there, Chickadee. How’s it going?” Matt asked as he raised a hand for a high five.
“It’s going,” she replied, giving him the high five before peering into the carrier.
“When’s the cast coming off?” Matt asked as he looked at the girl. She looked down at the aqua blue cast and shrugged.
“Soon I think. I can’t wait because dad’s being such a drill sergeant about it," she shrugged again before dropping her skateboard to the ground.
“He’s just trying to protect you, Chickadee,” Matt smiled as he watched her place her foot on the skateboard. “Just be careful.”
“I’m always careful, Mr. Simmons.” She looked up at him with a smile.
“It’s Matt…” he laughed and watched as she rode away. Kristy looked at Matt then watched as the younger Reid fell off her skateboard and into the grassy yard.
“Looks like she’s always careful,” Kristy laughed as she lifted up the baby carrier. Matt looked over at the girl lying on the grass and laughed.
“Well, you better wish she doesn’t start teaching our kids how to skateboard,” Matt replied with a laugh.
Over the next 30 minutes, the rest of the BAU family arrived at the Reid household. JJ brought her kids and Will to keep Spencer’s daughter more company. Once everyone arrived, David started cooking the food while everyone sat and talked, or played in the drive-way.
“Why don’t you give it a go, Spence?” JJ asked as she watched Spencer’s daughter zoom past the house. Spencer looked over at JJ and shook his head.
“Yeah, I’d pay to see that happen,” Luke chuckled as the girl rode past them again. She came to a screeching halt and looked at Luke.
“You’d pay to see dad skateboard?” She picked up her skateboard and held it by the wheels. Luke smiled as he looked over at Spencer. “How much are you talking? Because, I’d love to get money to see my dad skateboard.”
“Peanut,” Spencer spoke up as the girl kept talking about money and bets, and trying to get her father to ride her skateboard.
“Yeah, Dad?” she looked back at her father once she was done babbling about getting him to skateboard.
“Go play," he nodded towards Matt’s children as they were playing with her toys.
“B-but,” she stumbled over her words as she pointed towards Luke.
“Go play.” Spencer repeated, that time a little slower. His daughter let out a sigh before placing her skateboard back on the ground and skating away.
“You sure you don’t want to try, Reid?” Emily smiled as she looked back at her friend.
“No, no. I’ll leave the skateboarding and dare-devil activities to her,” Spencer laughed before taking a sip of his water. JJ raised an eyebrow before looking over at the kids. Her eldest son was talking to Spencer’s daughter, asking her if he could ride the skateboard.
“She’d probably love it if you did,” JJ looked back at Spencer.
“Not for $100 will I ride that death trap,” Spencer declared before taking a sip of his water.
“What about $150?” David asked before sipping his drink. Spencer nearly spat his water everywhere as he looked over at David.
“If you say that loud enough she’ll hear you… And then I’ll never hear the end of it,” he pleaded as he looked back at his daughter, who was helping Henry on the skateboard.
“Maybe we should say it louder,” Luke chuckled as he looked over at the girl.
“You go ride it then,” Spencer nodded at Luke then at the children and skateboard. Luke looked back at Spencer and the rest of the team before standing up. “Oh, I didn’t mean it.”
“Shouldn’t have said it then.” Luke smirked as he walked past Spencer and towards the group of kids.
Everyone watched in silence as Luke approached Spencer’s daughter. She cocked her hip and looked up at the man that stood in front of her. An evil smile grew across her lips as she undid the helmet on her head and held it up to Luke.
“Dad says you have to wear it if you’re going to ride the skateboard,” she explained as she kept the helmet between their bodies. Luke looked down at the girl, watching as she guarded the skateboard with her life.
“Fine, I’ll wear the helmet-”
“And the knee pads.” She smirked.
“And the knee pads.”
“And the wrist splints,” she quickly added as her smirk grew evil.
“I’ll wear the helmet,” he grumbled as he put the helmet on his head and clipped it on. The young girl smiled as she handed him the skateboard.
“Okay, well, don’t come cryin’ to me when dad tells you should’ve worn the knee pads and the wrist splints.” she stated a matter of faculty as he placed the skateboard down. Luke playfully glared at the girl before getting on the board. “Do you even know how to ride a skateboard, Uncle Luke?” “I was skateboarding before you were even born, Twerp.” Luke glared at the girl before taking off, only to fall off and into the yard beside him. The girl smiled before walking over to him, a smirk growing on her lips.
“You sure about that, Twerp?” she looked down at him. Luke sat up and looked at the girl. “Good thing you wore the helmet.”
“Yeah, yeah good thing I wore the helmet,” Luke rolled his eyes as he pushed himself up. The girl grabbed her skateboard and looked back at Luke. “When you teach your dad how to skateboard, make sure you get it on video.”
“Obviously,” she stated with a laugh. “That’ll get a bunch of views.”
“You’re terrible. You know that? Does your dad know you’re this mean?” Luke raised an eyebrow as he looked down at the young girl. He wondered how a man with book smart knowledge like Spencer Reid had such a street smart daughter. They were total opposites. Luke just blamed it on her other parent. And all of her unofficial aunt and uncles were cooler.
“Food’s done!” David shouted before the girl could answer. She looked up at Luke with a smirk.
“I’ll let you play with it while I eat. Since you’re still wearing the helmet and all. I’ll leave my knee pads and wrist splints on here for you.” She smiled as she pulled the gear off and placed it on the ground. The girl smiled at Luke one last time before skipping off to get dinner.
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The following day, Spencer went to the store, and returned, before his daughter even woke up. He bought himself a skateboard, a new helmet, and all the correct paddings and splints he knew he would need. If he was going to let his daughter teach him how to skateboard, he was going to need the proper protection. He wasn’t going to risk any sort of injury. And, if nothing worked out for him in the end, at least his daughter would have a brand new skateboard.
Spencer waited until his daughter woke up before he started messing with something out of his comfort zone. He knew his daughter would be more than excited to teach him how to skateboard. It’s secretly all she wanted to do for the last 3 months. And if Spencer had to be honest, he wanted it too. Just a little bit.
Spencer could hear the sounds of feet hitting the hardwood floor. He sat up and placed his book on the side table beside him. The footsteps went down the stairs, and then entered the living room.
“Oh! Mornin’, Dad!” the young girl smiled at Spencer. Spencer looked at her and nodded in her direction.
“Good morning, Peanut,” Spencer smiled before taking a sip of his coffee. His daughter looked at him with squinted eyes and cocked head.
“What’s going on?” she asked as she rested her fists on her hips. Spencer’s eyebrows inched up his forehead before he shrugged.
“What do you mean? Nothing’s going on.” Spencer sat up more and looked at his daughter.
“But you’re… talking in that weird tone… And you definitely only do that when somethings up.” She lifted her hands from hips and crossed them over her chest.
The thought of her parents getting a divorce came across her mind. But she knew her parents loved each other too much for that to happen. She knew better than to think that either of her parents would be dying too. All she knew was something was definitely off.
“Nothing’s wrong.”
“Cross your heart?”
“Hope to die,” Spencer spoke as he lifted a hand to rest over his chest. “How about you go get breakfast and get ready for the day… Then I’ll tell you what’s going on, okay?”
“So something is happening! I knew it!” she shouted as she pointed at her father. “How am I supposed to eat and get ready for the day when I know that something is happening?!” she clapped her hands together. “Is it a good thing or bad thing?”
Spencer stared at his daughter for a moment, and then he realized she was definitely his. He was also getting a taste of his own medicine as she rapidly began shooting out her questions and thoughts or theories.
“Is Uncle Luke and Aunt Penelope finally getting married?”
“What? No! They’re not.”
“Aunt JJ having another baby?”
“Peanut, go eat and get ready. Then I’ll tell you. But I promise you that it’s a good thing. Okay?” Spencer asked as he tried to keep his tone calm and steady. The girl grumbled a little before walking away.
She tried being quick, wanting to know what Spencer was up to. It wasn’t like him to keep secrets from his daughter. He was up to something, and it was her job to figure it out.
Once she was finished getting ready for the day, and shoveling cereal into her mouth, she went back into the living room. There, she found Spencer, still sitting on the couch, reading a book. However the only thing that changed was that sitting on the coffee table was all the gear he had gotten this morning.
“No way! A new skateboard!?” she exclaimed as she ran to the coffee table and fell to her knees. She picked up the board and looked at it with wide eyes.
“Yes that would be a new board. But it’s not for you.”
“What? Who it for then?”
“Me.”
“You don’t even know how to skateboard.” She stood back up and looked at her dad. Spencer closed his book and placed it on the side table.
“Well, Peanut, I was hoping you could teach me how to skateboard.”
“You want me… To t-teach you how to skateboard?” she stared at him with wide eyes. She had to hold back her laughter as she started imagining Spencer on a skateboard and inevitably falling to the ground. Then she thought back to her conversation with Luke the night before. She wasn’t going to miss the chance of recording the epic fails of Spencer falling off the skateboard.
“Well you always seem so excited about it! I want to experience and understand why you get so excited. And, if anything, if I don’t do good, or I don’t like it, you can have my skateboard.”
“You mean it?!”
“If I didn’t mean it, I wouldn’t have said it, Peanut.” Spencer smiled as he watched his daughter pick up the new skateboard.
“Can we do it now? Please!”
“Did you do your chores?”
“I’ll do them after!” she exclaimed as she hugged the board to her chest. Spencer looked at her with a raised brow. “Promise!”
“Alright, alright. We can practice for an hour okay?” Spencer stood and grabbed the rest of the gear.
“Sweet! I’m gonna go grab my stuff!” She shoved the board into Spencer’s hands before running outside.
Spencer eventually met his daughter outside, on the driveway. She could sense his nervousness and terror as she helped him with his stance. “When you’re ready to move, just bring your foot to the ground and kick off. Then when you want to turn, just lean your body in the direction you want to turn,” she explained as she got on her own skateboard.
“That… that seems easy enough,” Spencer whispered, his voice trembling as he spoke. His daughter looked at him with a smile. She was trying to hold back her laughter when she realized that his hair was sticking out weirdly from under his helmet.
“It’s not that hard, Dad. I don’t know why you’re so scared about it.”
“Well for starters, Peanut, you did break your wrist while skateboarding.”
“Yeah, but… I could’ve broken my wrist by just falling. It’s fun! Come on! If you fall we can try again," she smiled as she started riding around him.
Spencer laughed nervously before kicking off and riding down the driveway. He was doing good, he thought. That was until he went over a rock, throwing him off the skateboard and on to the grass.
“Are you okay?” The girl asked as she walked up to him. He looked up at her and nodded.
“Yeah, just startled.”
Although they agreed on an hour, the father and daughter were outside for a lot longer. Spencer was determined to get it right on the first day. He thoroughly enjoyed the time he spent with his daughter. He could see that she was getting frustrated with his little mistakes, which would end in him falling, but she still remained calm and helped through it.
“Dad… I mean this in the nicest way possible… But you’re bad. You’re not even on the way to getting good... You’re just straight up bad.” She watched as Spencer fell off the skateboard and into the grass for what seemed like the 100th time. He looked up at her from his spot on the ground.
“Yeah, yeah I know,” Spencer sighed as he stood up, “I don’t think I’m built for skateboarding.” He picked up the skateboard and looked down at it. “I might just leave the skateboarding to you, Peanut.”
The girl looked up at him with wide eyes as he offered her the new, nicer skateboard. “You don’t want to keep trying?”
“I think for today I’ve had enough practice. We can do it again another day. But, in the meantime, you can use my skateboard.”
“Really?”
“Do your chores first then you can use it all you want.” Spencer smiled as he handed her the skateboard. She looked down at the new item in her hands with wide eyes. Her old skateboard was no longer a thought in her mind.
“Right! On it!” she exclaimed before running back into the house.
Once Spencer was sure his daughter was inside the house, behind closed doors, he flipped over her old skateboard and stepped on it before doing a successful kick flip and riding it up the driveway. He was just pretending to not know how to ride a skateboard.
After all it was just easy geometry and physics.
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trekscribbles · 3 years ago
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Cherry Juice
Fandom: Leverage Word Count: 1558 Pairings: Just Eliot and Parker friendship Cross-posted: AO3 and FF
Eliot had blood on his hands, and the fact that it surprised him... surprised him. The sight of it hit him like a punch to the face, the kind he hadn't been expecting—the kind that made him stumble when he needed to keep his feet. He sucked in a breath, feeling his muscles bunch in preparation, tucking his elbows against his body. Parker called it his Danger Mode, and he—
Parker.
Eliot took another breath, staring down at his hands. It wasn't blood, it was cherry juice. He was standing in his kitchen, making cherry chutney for a pork loin he was going to grill later. Parker sat across from him, perched on a stool with her elbows on his island, watching him like a cat studying a bird.
She was saying his name, her eyes all bright and curious. He gave her a wordless grunt and turned away, all but running to the sink, pushing up on the faucet handle with his wrist and scrubbing the red off his skin. It stained the creases where his fingers bent, running down underneath the nails and making his knuckles look bruised.
"Eliot?" Parker was next to him now, peering over his arms as if he was doing something interesting instead of trying to scour the skin off his hands.
He cleared his throat. "It's—the—the juice was sticking to the knife."
Parker's eyes followed the flow of pink draining from his hands. "It looks a little bit like..." Her eyes snapped up to his, and he looked away before he could tell himself not to. I hadn't noticed, he wanted to say, all gruff and confident and dismissive. It was just sticky. You don't want to use a sticky knife.
But he couldn't force the words out. He continued to wash until his skin burned under the steaming water, feeling the heat of Parker's gaze like a he was an ant under her magnifying glass. When his flesh was pink and raw and as clean as he could possibly get it, he turned off the water and reached for the towel hanging from the oven handle.
Parker beat him to it. "Is that what bothered you?" she asked, holding it out to him.
He took it roughly, ready to tell her to mind her own business, but he couldn't make himself say that when he couldn't even meet her eyes. So he nodded, and she nodded in response.
"It wasn't. It was just cherry juice."
"I know that, Parker."
"You wanted to fight something though."
He wanted to argue that too, but his still-tense muscles told him that denial was pointless. "It's a reflex," he murmured instead.
"Would you have fought the cherries?"
The question made him blink at her, and her face looked so sincere, like she'd just asked an actual question and was waiting for an actual reply. "No, Parker," he said, managing a little of his usual gruffness.
"Good. Then I'd have to tell Nate, and he'd have to tell Sophie, and you'd have to take a wellness quiz and—"
"A wellness quiz?"
"Yeah." She leaned away from him, plucking a pitted cherry from the bowl on the counter and popping it into her mouth. "You know, like How are you feeling today? and Why do you think there are monsters in your closet? and How did you find out the monsters had the key to the ice cream freezer?"
Eliot stared at her, trying to make sense of her words. "Did someone ask you those questions?"
She nodded. "You know, the questions they ask you when you're a kid. Wellness quizzes." Eliot shook his head, and Parker seemed to deflate a little. "Oh. Was that just me?"
"No one ever asked me anything like that," Eliot said. His hands were dry now, but he didn't want to put down the towel. "Did you get asked those questions a lot?"
"A few times," Parker said, and he got the impression that she was hedging.
Eliot sighed. The Question flashed through his mind again: How did he end up with these people, these damaged children with damaged pasts that wouldn't let them go? He used to be someone who wouldn't care about this kind of thing—about her wellness questions, about her childhood, about her. He used to be the kind of monster that would have hidden in her closet.
But he'd just tried to scrub the skin off his hands because of some cherry juice.
"Go ahead," he grunted, replacing the towel on the rack and picking up his knife again.
"What?"
"Go ahead and give me the quiz." He forced his fingers around a pitted cherry, focusing on relaxing his grip on the knife so it would glide through the fruit instead of chopping.
Parker tilted her head. "How are you feeling?"
"Hungry."
"And how did you sleep last night?"
"Fine."
"No nightmares?"
"No."
"No getting up in the middle of the night to check for monsters under your bed?"
Eliot looked up from the cherries. "Do you do that?"
"Not anymore. Hardison said you chased all the monsters away for me."
A mix of emotions drove his eyes down again—he was irritated that Hardison was making promises for him, and touched at the thought that his name was enough to banish Parker's fear. "Next question."
"Have you been spending more time alone lately than is normal for you?"
"Parker, you're in my kitchen right now. I told you I was busy and you came over anyway."
"I thought it was code."
"It was code for I'm busy, don't come over."
"Okay. Are you having problems with your teachers or parents?"
He expected the mention of his parents to bring the usual spike of guilt, but instead he only quirked up his eyebrows and scraped the halved cherries into their waiting bowl. "Teachers?"
She nodded seriously. "Or parents. Any arguments with Nate lately?"
"Nate's not my dad."
She rolled her eyes. "Obviously. You don't look anything alike."
"No, Parker, I haven't had any arguments with Nate or Sophie, and I got Hardison to write my term paper for me."
Though he said it as sarcastically as possible, Parker nodded in approval. "Are you taking unnecessary risks or getting hurt frequently?"
"All of my risks are calculated and necessary."
"You did get shot during our last job."
"It was a graze," Eliot argued, rolling his shoulder to prove that it had healed. "Next question."
He waited, but she was quiet for so long that he was able to cut three cherries in peace before looking up. When he did, her eyes were focused on the counter between his cutting board and the bowl. "Will you tell me the next time you go into Danger Mode when there's no danger?"
Eliot frowned, setting down his knife and wiping his fingers on the towel. He wanted to say no, because admitting something like tensing for a fight while he was cooking at home felt like an admission of weakness, but her face was closing off in anticipation of his denial and he hated being responsible for that reaction. So he picked up a cherry half and held it out to her, waiting to speak until her eyes crept up to his. "I will," he said slowly. "If you promise to never tell Hardison."
In a heartbeat, her expression lit up and she plucked the cherry out of his palm. "Deal."
"You shouldn't be this excited about keeping secrets from your boyfriend."
"I don't want to get out of practice," she said, shrugging. "Besides, I keep tons of secrets from you."
"Like what?"
"Like that time Hardison put a clip in your hair while you were sleeping and you didn't notice it and then he got scared that you'd find it so he made me sneak behind you and take it out."
"Parker!"
She winced. "Which he told me not to tell you. So now you have to keep my secret too."
Eliot threw another handful of cherries onto his cutting board, scowling, and his gaze caught on his stained fingers. His body didn't react to the sight this time—his heartbeat stayed even, his shoulders relaxed. He glanced up at Parker, busy stealing another piece of fruit from the bowl, and failed to contain the burst of warmth that spread through him. Maybe she'd been right after all. Maybe "don't come over" was a code, one he hadn't even realized he'd been giving her. One she'd read as effortlessly as she'd read his reaction to the cherry juice on his skin. Had she always been that good at reading him? Were Sophie's lessons finally starting to take hold, or was Parker just getting better at recognizing emotion in others now that she had accepted it in herself?
Or did it have more to do with him than her? Was he starting to let down his guard more than he'd realized?
"Ask me another question," Eliot said quietly.
Parker beamed at him. "Another wellness question?"
"No. Anything."
"What else goes into the chutney?"
Eliot smiled, thinking back to the dish he'd tasted on his last trip to India. "I don't have a recipe, but I think I tasted onion, curry, lemon juice..."
"You always taste lemon juice."
"Yeah, well," he shrugged. "It's a very distinctive taste."
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simthorium · 1 year ago
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Alexander flipped the hot dogs on the grill, loving the smell of propane mixing in the air. He was starting to appreciate everything around him more; the wind in his hair, the gorgeous view from his backyard, his family surrounding him. Things were so good, and he was looking forward to his next step in life.
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“Order up!” he said, passing out the plates to Sabrina, Sammie, and Lyndsay. Everyone began to chow down on the dogs, chatting as they always did. Sabrina cleared her throat and held up a champagne flute. “I’d like to make a toast,” she began. “To Alex. My beautiful husband and partner who’s been with me from the beginning. Things have not been perfect, Alex, but I am so glad we always find our way back to one another. Happy birthday!” The rest of the table smiled and lifted their glasses in unison.
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“Can’t believe we’re gonna be old soon,” Sammie said with a laugh. “Speak for yourselves,” said Lyndsay. “I’ve got a few more years left.” “I’m excited to be an elder,” Alexander said with a smile. “I got to see my mom and dad grow old, and live their best lives in elderhood. I want that too.” “Me too,” said Sabrina. “I’m ready for the gray hair and wrinkles.”
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After lunch, everyone gathered around Alexander and his birthday cake. They cheered and applauded, getting ready for him to grow up.
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Alexander knelt down, smiling at his birthday cake. He was ready for this. He was proud of himself for leading his family on the right path, and trying his best to keep everyone together. His one wish as he blew the candles out was to reconnect with his son and keep their relationship healthy and vibrant. He took a deep breath and blew the candles out as cheers rang out behind him.
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With that, Alexander grew up into an Elder in a burst of confetti. His shock white hair was a deep contrast to the still black beard on his chin, but he felt it made him look cool. The clothes on the other hand would have to go.
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Elderhood was just around the corner for Sammie as well, who grew into an Elder the next week. “Buddy!” Alexander exclaimed, seeing his silver-haired cousin. “You look fresh!”  “Don’t I, though?” Sammie said with a laugh as they hugged.
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“You’re right about this whole Elder thing, man,” Sammie said as they sat in the backyard. “Something about it. I feel freer. More like me.” “Less inhibitions,” said Alexander. “No time for bullshit, just the freedom to do you without worry of judgement.” “Exactly!” Sammie said. “No wonder old timers are so outspoken.” “Hate to break it to you, cuz, but we’re exactly those outspoken old timers now!” Alexander laughed.
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“Happy birthday, Sammie,” Alex said, standing to hug his cousin. “I love you.” “Right back at you, dude,” Sammie said, squeezing him a little. “Catch you on the flip side, cool cat.” “Yeah, it’s not working,” Alexander laughed.  “Damn, I really thought I could use those phrases now,” Sammie said.
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Sabrina had grown up into an elder too, looking much the same save for her silvery hair. Alexander was more in love with her than he thought he could be. The two spent a lot of time wrapped up in one another, watching movies or cooking or reading. Just enjoying the other’s company.
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“There’s no one else I’d rather grow old with than you,” Alexander said, kissing his wife. Sabrina nuzzled into him. “Me, too,” she said with a sigh.
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all-my-love-for-harry · 4 years ago
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My shy little boy.
summary: y/n's son is too shy to play with other kids at anne's house.
word count: 2.3k
a/n: we all love some dad!harry. I might use this story again for some more blurbs in the future, if you wanna suggest anything i’d be happy to do it! might write something about the first time artemis met anne and gemma...
you can find more of my shy little boy here
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Y/N wasn't entirely sure about this.
At first, she was excited Harry invited her and her son to his mum's birthday, but then he mentioned all his family would be there and she grew nervous.
One thing was Anne and Gemma, two people Y/N and her son had previously met and loved. Artemis was a very shy boy, and it took him a little bit to bond with Harry's mum and sister, but at the end he did. I mean, how could he not? Anne was completely in awe at him, and treated him like a proper grandchild and Gemma often had lunch with Y/N and Artemis in London and bought him ice cream, it was only fair the little boy warmed up to them.
Now in the other hand, she has never met Harry's extended family before. And while she was not ashamed of being a mother whatsoever, she still wanted the approval of his family, and she didn't know what they would think of Harry dating someone with a child.
The party was holding place in Anne's home, which meant they had to make the three hours ride to Harry's hometown in order to get there. Y/N didn't mind at all, and neither did Artemis.
For being a five year old, he was very calm. Y/N blamed it on his shy personality, and although she loved her shy boy, she couldn't help but worry about him being so reserved.
Harry arrived early at Y/N’s home. She was still running around getting both hers and Artemis’ overnight bags, they planned on staying the weekend with Anne as they haven’t seen her in quite some time. Harry stayed with Artemis, who was coloring a book in the living room.
“That’s quite an impressive robot, mate” he said, sitting down on the floor beside the five year old.
“Thank you, Harry” Always so polite, he was.
“Did your mum told you where we’re going?”
“Yes, we’re going to your mum’s house” Artemis finished the robot he was coloring, putting down the crayon. “I bought her a gift!” he said, standing on his feet to be in Harry’s eye level.
“Did ya?” Harry raised his eyebrows. “What did you bought her?”
“It’s a surprise, for her birthday” he said, blushing. Artemis took one step closer to Harry and wrapped his little arms around his neck. “Sorry I took so long to hug you, I was finishing my robot!”
Harry felt how his heart melted for the little boy in front of him. He hugged him back, wrapping his tattooed arms carefully around him. “It’s okay, buddy”
Before either of them could say anything else, Y/N came into the living room carrying a duffel bag with what Harry supposed was their clothes and toiletries. She also had a ‘my neighbor totoro’ backpack that belonged to Artemis. “I think we’re good to go”
“I’ll put this in the car, love” Harry grabbed the bags she was carrying and made his way out of the house.
They walked out of the house and Artemis waited patiently for Y/N to lock the front door then walked towards the backseat of Harry’s SUV so she could put her son in his car seat.
Ever since Harry and Y/N started dating and he became a permanent thing in the little boy’s life, a car seat on his own car was a must for Harry. He had bought it six months into the relationship, claiming it was tiring to carry the car seat from one car to another every time they wanted to go out, when in reality it was his way to tell Y/N he wasn’t planning on going anywhere and he wanted to be as committed to Artemis as he was with her.
“We’ve got a long trip ahead, mate. Are you ready?” Harry asked once they were all in the car.
“Yes. When we arrive, can I please give Anne her gift?” Artemis asked looking at Y/N.
“Of course, you’ll be the one to deliver the present. You picked it and wrapped it for Anne after all, didn’t you?”
The boy nodded excitingly from the backseat, kicking his little legs back and forth. Harry smiled as he looked at Artemis from the rear-view mirror, loving how much effort he put into choosing a gift for his own mum. He found himself wishing he would call Anne ‘nan’, but he understood they haven’t quite gotten there yet.
As he pulled from the drive way he remembered when he first introduced Artemis to Anne and Gemma, the little boy would call the first Mrs. Twist and the second Miss. He thought it was the cutest thing in the world, and Artemis continued to do it a couple more times before Anne convinced him it was okay to call her by her name.
He couldn’t help but smile at the memory, it felt like a lifetime ago when in reality it has only been a year and a half since he started dating Y/N.
“What are you smiling about?” she said, a smile on her own starting to form in her face.
“Do you remember what little monkey here used to call mum?” his accent grew ticker, making Y/N go heart eyes with the way her son’s personal nickname from him rolled out of his tongue.
“Mhm, Mrs. Twist” she giggled, looking back at Artemis who was now watching a movie on Y/N phone. He was wearing some wireless headphones on his head, preventing him from listening to the couple’s conversation. “Took him a while to make him call her Anne”
“Mum’s really excited to see you two” Harry said. “So is Gemma and everyone else”
“The rest of your family knows we’re dating?”
“Well, they have internet, my love” he chuckled. “Also, mum doesn’t stop talking about the lovely lady i’m with”
“You’re right, I am lovely” she smiled innocently at him. Harry rolled his eyes playfully before grabbing one of her hand to place a kiss on her knuckles.
The rest of the ride went smoothly. They only had to make a quick stop because Artemis needed to go to the bathroom, but they still made it to Holmes Chapel in time. As soon as Harry parked the car, he went out of it and went to get Artemis.
“We’re here, monkey” He said, getting him out of the car seat and scooping him in his arms. “I’ll come get the bags later, love” he said to Y/N, who was getting Artemis’ backpack out of the car along with her own purse and Anne’s gift.
“They’ll be some more people aside from Anne and Gemma, baby. Remember that we need to be polite” Y/N said as they walked towards Anne’s doorway.
“Yes, mummy” The five year old nodded, pushing his little glasses up his nose. Harry squeezed him to his chest, knowing the confidence he now had with just being with her mum and him was going to pretty much disappear when they crossed the door and people who he didn’t know were going to look at him.
“And who do we have here?” Gemma opened the door, offering them a big smile. “I’m so glad you made it, guys”
As they stepped in the house, Gemma embraced the two adults quickly before taking the little boy from Harry’s arms and into hers. “I missed you loads, Artemis”
“I missed you too, Gemma. I bought a gift for your mum” he said, giving her a toothy smile.
“She’s gonna love it” she turned to Y/N and Harry. “Everyone’s outside, mum’s at-”
“The birthday girl!” Harry exclaimed as his mum exited the kitchen. He took her in his arms, hugging her tightly before placing a kiss on her head. “Happy birthday, mum”
“Oh, thank you so much, my dear” Anne kissed his cheek.
“Anne!” Artemis asked Gemma to put him down then ran towards the older woman. “Happy birthday!” he said, hugging her legs.
“Goodness, every time I see you, you only get bigger and bigger” she gasped.
“I bought you a gift!” He said, the same sentence he’s been telling over and over again. You see, he was really excited for it. “Mummy, can I give Anne her gift?”
“There you go, baby” Y/N handed him the carefully wrapped gift, stepping closer to where they were standing to greet Anne as well.
“It’s so good to see you, dear” Anne said.
Artemis handed Anne her gift, placing his hands behind his back once she took it, a sign he was nervous. Anne sensed how badly he wanted her to open the box, so she did so. It was a beautiful bracelet with four charms on it.
“It has four cats because you have four cats” he explained shyly.
“Oh my god, I love it so much!” she said, bending down to his level to give him another hug. “Thank you so much”
Their little bubble was broken when one of Harry’s relatives entered the house, calling for Anne. They decided to step out of the house and into the backyard where everyone else was having fun.
There were a couple of kids running around, and Artemis held onto Y/N’s hand as they walked. Harry introduced them to a couple of his cousins and aunts, and Y/N tried to hold the conversation while the little boy was hiding behind her legs.
“He’s a little shy” she would say, caressing his soft hair with one hand.
Someone called Harry and asked him to help grilling lunch, and that’s how Y/N ended sitting beside Gemma in a table with a couple of more people and Artemis on her lap.
“You don’t wanna go play with the kids, kiddo?” Gemma asked him after a while. Artemis looked over the other kids and noticed they were older than him.
“No, thank you. I wanna stay with mummy”
One woman was asking Y/N how Harry and she met and how long they’ve been together, and that’s how she found herself in a conversation with the elder women in the table, occasionally looking at Harry from the corner of her eye. He looked so cute over there; he had rolled up the sleeves of her button-up shirt and was laughing at something one of the other men had said.
“Mummy, can I go with Harry?” Artemis whispered at his mother after some other time.
“Yeah, want me to go too?” he shook his head, jumping off of her lap. Y/N observed him walk towards Harry.
He tugged his slacks, getting his attention. “Hello there, monkey. Got bored?”
Artemis shook his head again. “Wanted to see what you’re doing” Harry took him in his arms again, holding him with one arm and continue cooking the food with the other.
“I’m cooking the sausages and the beef so everybody can eat. Are you hungry? Do you want to eat?”
“A little and yes, please”
“Mm’kay… what do you want? A hotdog? A burger?”
“Can I have just the sausage?” Harry raised an eyebrow at him.
“Just that?” He received a nod from the boy in his arms. “I’ll give you two, if you’re still hungry you can always come back to me, alright?”
Putting Artemis back on the floor, he plated two sausages for him then added some mustard on the side, knowing he does not like ketchup.
“Aiden, can you take over for me? My kid’s hungry” he didn’t notice as those words rolled out of his tongue, too busy walking back to the table Y/N was.
“You’re back” she said, watching how Harry took a seat next to her and placed Artemis on his lap.
“Lad was hungry” he said, giving her a quick peck on the lips. “Are you? I can make us some food”
“I’m good right now, thank you baby” Harry handed her the plate so she could cut Artemis’ food, blowing at it a little so it would cool off faster.
Y/N placed her head on Harry’s shoulder as they watched him eat. After he finished, Harry thought he would hop off his lap and go run around with the rest, but he stayed right there.
It was pointless to ask him to go on his own to play with kids he didn’t know, but Harry did not want him to stay sit all afternoon. “Hey, wanna play with me?”
Artemis nodded shyly and off they went. They started playing tag in alone, Harry purposefully running slower so Artemis could catch him every time. They were having fun, the two of them were giggling and running around. Ten minutes later, two girls approached them and asked them if they could play too.
“He’s so good with him” one of Harry’s aunt said to Y/N.
“He’s the best”
Harry put a hand on Artemis’ shoulder, introducing him to his two young cousins and explaining he was a little shy but would love to play with them. And that’s how Harry ended chasing around the entire group of kids for a solid hour. Artemis seemed more relaxed and even started talking with the first two girls who joined them.
Harry was happy he was able to help overcome his shyness, even if it was just a little bit.
At the end of the day Artemis was tired and wanted to sleep, but Y/N couldn’t be happier he had fun and played with other kids. As they were walking upstairs with the sleeping boy in Y/N’s arms, she looked at Harry and smiled at him.
“Thank you for today”
“For what?”
“For helping him make friends”
He shook his head. “No need. I know he’s social, he just needs a little push” he shrugged. They changed and went to bed, Artemis squeezed between them.
“Called him my kid, today” he said, almost afraid. He was laying on his side, facing Y/N. “Wish he was mine, Y/N” he confessed, voice barely above a whisper.
She smiled at him lovingly, extending one of her arms so she could touch his cheek. Harry leaned into his touch, moving his face to kiss her palm. She felt like she would cry of happiness right there.
“Baby, he’s already yours”
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