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blueraineshadows · 11 months

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Could I please request a scenario/fic where Sebastian and Anne are trying to make up after the events of 5th year so he decides to leave Hogwarts for a bit, leaving Ominis and female MC alone. They become very close as they hang out, go to Hogsmeade, studying, dueling practice, etc. and Ominis really starts to develop hardcore feelings for her and he finally works up the courage to do something about it.

I’d love if this could go into NSFW territory but it’s up to you ♥️

Thank you for the Ask! 💜

It has been a while since I wrote something spicy for Ominis. I feel it's well overdue. I hope this meets your expectations...

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Ominis Gaunt x F!MC 💚🌶 NSFW

The owls began to swoop across the enchanted ceiling of the Great Hall delivering the morning post. MC looked up, hope prickling in her chest, but nothing was dropped into her lap. Still no word from Sebastian. It had been months now. She hoped he was safe and well.

A gentle touch on her arm made her look to the side, Ominis was finishing up his breakfast, he dabbed his lips with a napkin and gave her a soft smile. "Worry not, MC, I am sure he is well," he said. "We will hear from him when he is ready. Come, let us get to the library so we can claim our favourite table."

....*....

Ominis adjusted his scarf against the chilly breeze, the crunch of their boots on the path a steady rhythm. His grip on his wand adjusted, his arm held up to guide his way. MC had offered him her arm, but he had declined, like a fool. As much as it would have pleased him, the distraction of her warmth against his side would have been all too much.

It had been like that as of late, her closeness a distraction, a warmth he was starting to crave. How his heart would begin to pound at the feel of her hand on his arm, the gentle brush of her breath against his cheek if she laughed up close to him. He swallowed hard at the memory. These incidents would plague him at night, chasing away his sleep, but even if sleep came, then she still managed to entice and charm him in dreams that left him flustered and panting.

Was he a terrible friend? Not just for having secret, lustful thoughts of MC, but for doing so when he knew that Sebastian had felt similarly for her too.

But Sebastian was not here. He was away, attempting to make amends with Anne, as he should.

As much as he missed his friend, he also dreaded his return in a way. Would he lose the companionship he had formed with MC in Sebastian's absence? Would she drift back into Sebastian's orbit of chaos and leave him to one side?

Ominis wasn't entirely sure he would be able to stand it if she did. Her obvious disappointment at no word from their absent friend had cut deeper than he would have liked. He feared his attachment towards MC had grown beyond the realm of his understanding, and he wasn't sure how to proceed.

The path levelled out beneath their feet and he felt the brief touch of her hand at his elbow. "It isn't much further, Ominis," she said. "The cave is just along here through the trees. I hope there are plenty of Horklumps in there, I haven't been back to this spot in a while to give them time to breed."

He patted his robe pocket. "I've brought along plenty of vials just in case."

The damper, cooler air of the cave washed over his face as they entered, she took hold of his elbow, her grip firmer this time. "Watch your step," she urged. "There are loose stones scattered about."

His pulse quickened under her touch, and she didn't let go as they moved deeper, the chill sinking through his robes. He heard her little exclaim of delight and he heard the rustle of her clothing as she let go and crouched. "Here we are," she said. "Hand me a few of those vials."

They collected a good amount for their stores, exploring through the cave until satisfied, before making their way back towards the entrance.

Ominis felt some regret that their trip would soon be over, but they had the walk back yet. Perhaps he would let her hold his arm after all. The chill of the cave would soon be chased off by her soft curves brushing against him, he blushed at the thought.

Distracted by his thoughts of MC's curves, he had not realised the danger until she had cried out his name in panic. "Ominis!"

He felt something hit him in the chest, a liquid that burned instantly, his lungs feeling squeezed of air. He heard the skitter of feet, scampering quickly. MC left his side and he felt his limbs weaken, stumbling to his knees and then collapsing to his side.

He could hear her casting spells, the blast of warmth from her Confringo searing against his chilly flesh. He gasped, his head spinning, he suspected spider poison and wondered if this was it. Is this how it would all end? But he hadn't told her! He hadn't confessed his love for her. If he died, she would never know.

Maybe it was best this way. This torture of wanting her would end, he wouldn't have to experience the loss of her once Sebastian returned.

Memories of study sessions, duelling with her in the Undercroft, picnic lunches by the lake, trips to Honeydukes and buying her those little chocolates she so loved, just memory after memory of falling under her spell. His heart squeezed, he felt his eyelids flutter closed. He wished he knew what her face looked like when she smiled.

"Ominis, oh no, no, Ominis, please, gods!" Her voice sounded distant, echoing strangely. He felt cold fingers on his face, he was shifted upright, and liquid was poured into his mouth. He choked a little, gagging on the potion, but managed to swallow.

His tie was tugged loose, hands fumbling at his clothing and then cooling liquid washed over his chest, followed by a soothing balm. He sagged against her arm, his wheezing breath slowly calming. He felt her fingers brushing his hair back and wished he was in a position to savour that touch more, he stored the memory away to cherish later. Now that he knew there could be a later.

Was she weeping? He heard her sniffle. He thought he may have whispered her name, like a prayer.

He felt her shift him, softness behind his head as she placed it on her lap. "It's alright, you'll be alright," she soothed. "I'm here. Gods, you scared me."

His stomach lurched. He hated the thought of her distressed. The cave was quiet now. No more scuttling feet. The air reeked of burned flesh and her healing salve. But through it he could smell her scent, her hair, her perfume, that special smell that was uniquely her.

Moved to feel her, he lifted a hand up, searching her out. Her hand caught his and she held it, squeezing gently. "I'm here," she said.

The potion was working. His head was clearing, his skin no longer burned, and he felt strong enough to sit up. Leaving her lap was like tearing a limb from himself, but he had to. The warmth of her was becoming a dangerous distraction, his trousers tightening in places highly inappropriate.

He sat up and a little sigh escaped her lips. He turned to face the sound. "Are you alright?" He asked.

She huffed a laugh. "You're asking me? Ominis, I thought I had lost you for a moment there, I've never been so scared!"

He frowned. "Really? You're the bravest witch I know."

"Oh, Ominis," she breathed. He felt her hand on his arm, fingers stroking him through his robe. He licked his lips, his mouth going dry. "The thought of losing you...I can't lose you too."

"Too?" Of course, Sebastian was gone.

He heard the catch in her breath, it seemed she was a little tearful. "Everyone I care about leaves me in the end," she said. "I...I can't lose you, I just can't."

He put his hand over hers on his arm, he needed to reassure her, take the pain from her voice. It hurt him to hear it. "Well, thanks to you, it looks like I will be here for a while longer. And in all honesty, I couldn't leave you if I tried."

He flushed immediately, the implication of his words floating heavily between them. He cleared his throat and removed his hand. "Perhaps we ought to be getting back."

He scrambled to his feet, staggering a little after everything. She hurried to catch his arm, her grip searing. He gasped. Gods, he needed to get a grip himself.

"Ominis wait," she said. His heart thudded wondering what she was going to say. "Your clothes, your tie..."

His hand patted his front, his shirt open, tie askew, chest bare where she had healed him. His blush darkened. "Oh, forgive me," he said, flustered.

She caught his hands, gently. She moved closer, her scent drowning him. "Allow me," she said. "Only fitting seeing as it was I who left you so dishevelled like this." She giggled. "What would people say if they saw us like this?"

He was breathing far too fast. Words had escaped him. And, Merlin, she was touching his front, fingers fastening his buttons. He did not know what possessed him to do it, but he caught her wrist in a firm grip, stilling her hands.

He heard the swift intake of her breath. She was breathing almost as fast as he was. "MC..."

"Yes?"

His heart hammered like a wild thing. When he had been prone on the floor, death's embrace leering towards him, he had been agonised at the thought of him leaving her with no idea of how he felt. The regret of it still clung to him.

If he left this cave with her, he wondered if he would ever utter a word of it ever again. They would return to how they had been before this trip. But, if he told her, if he opened his heart, what then? What if?

"I owe you my life after what you just did," he said, softly. His lungs burned. The air was hot, tight, his words like sacred treasures waiting to be discovered. Even he didn't know exactly what he wanted to say. "My life, such as it is, is in debt to you. However, I must confess, that my heart was yours long before today. I just didn't realise just how much it belonged to you until I thought it would stop beating. The regret I felt that you would never know, it was worse than the fate that awaited me."

He could hear her gasp, the quick sharp breaths that passed her lips. Her fingers gripped the front of his shirt, but she said not a word. His mind spun, his chest tightened. Had he said too much? He closed his eyes and brought a trembling hand to his forehead. "Forgive me," he muttered.

He twitched in surprise when her hands moved to cup his face. He stilled, swallowing hard. "MC?"

"Ominis," she said, softly. Emotion was thick in the tone of her voice. "Ominis, I'm going to kiss you, now. Just so you know."

His lips parted. She was going to what?

Her mouth was soft, a delicate press of warm flesh against his lips. He couldn't move, couldn't breathe as she kissed him. Not once, not twice, but many times, each time she was bolder than the last.

He mentally shook himself, forced himself to breathe. She was kissing him for Merlin's sake, and he was just standing there like a useless lump! Fool!

His arms seized her, his mouth returning her kiss with all of the passion he had been hiding from her, until now. She moaned into his mouth, her breasts moved against him and he felt the rush of blood to his pants.

Her name was a prayer on his lips, a plea, and she answered. How had he lived without the feeling of her fingers in his hair? It had no right to feel that good. His hands held her waist perfectly, like they had always meant to rest there.

When her mouth moved to press hot kisses on his neck he tilted his head, uncaring at how eager he must look. Her fingers tugged at his tie again, opening his flesh to her hungry mouth. Her teeth grazed him and he needed friction, his hips flexing against her. A moan slipped through her lips and she met his demand, pressing against him eagerly.

Red blooms flourished against his pale flesh, his small groans of pleasure as she sucked sounding deliciously forbidden in the echo of the cavern. He held her, his arms delighting at the feel of her warmth, she was as soft as her accidental brushes had promised.

"MC," he gasped. He held a steadying hand to her shoulder. "MC, I will reach a point of no return. You drive me quite mad, I do not wish to be inappropriate."

"Oh, fuck decency," she growled. "I quite like the idea of being inappropriate with you."

Ominis gaped at the profanity, the suggestive tone of her voice. His cock twitched eagerly, however, her eagerness highly arousing.

That's how he found himself bracing his arm against the wall of the cave, his trousers round his ankles and MC on her knees before him. His clothing was in such disarray, strands of his hair hanging over his forehead, and he had never before made such desperate sounds of pleasure with his mouth before.

And it was her, that soft little mouth sucking his cock, her hands stroking him, her tongue wicked and delightful against his straining arousal. His other hand clutched at the back of her robes, the whites of his knuckles showing as he felt the build of his release.

Never, in his wildest dreams had he thought this moment would happen. He bucked his hips, his tip hitting the back of her throat and he felt, as well as heard, her gag. He was so fucking sorry, but God's did it feel good. He groaned deeply, his eyes wide and tight, as he felt his cum release into her throat, the pulse almost an agony as her tongue moved to lap it from him.

"Fuck," he breathed. His hands now moving to quickly smooth her hair, her face. Her cheeks were damp with tears. "Oh no, did I hurt you?"

She panted. "No, not at all," she gasped.

She stood and reached for him, her mouth pressed to his and he could taste the salt of his arousal. "I can't believe this happened," he said, dazed. "I'm never this lucky."

"Well, get used to it," she said. She smoothed a hand over his hair, tucking the loose strands neatly back. "You are very beautiful, Ominis. I would very much like to kiss you whenever I like."

He smiled, his heart fit to burst. "If I had known this would be the end result, I would have got poisoned by a spider a long time ago."

Her laughter blessed his ears and he held her to him. He never wanted to let her go. He had never held anything so precious, so important.

He felt the brush of her thumb against his lips. "No more spiders, thank you very much," she said. "Just kisses, and maybe a little more, from now on. I can't wait until our next meeting in the Undercroft."

The implications in her words and tone sent a shiver through him. His smile was quite wicked. "Why wait?"

Part 2

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kookieswan · 9 months

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Shades of Us - Suga Puff

Poly!NamGi x Reader

Word Count: 700+ words

Genre: Poly!AU, College!AU, a nice mix of Angst, Fluff, and Humor! Established relationship this time around.

Warnings: MC is a little stressed out, nothing major though! Just the usual college horrors.

Notes: A request from my baby @sugarflywme. I hope you like it love ♥️🤍

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“What… the… fuck…?” You blink once, twice, thrice at the absolute masterpiece that sits in your living room as you waddle out of your bedroom, blanket clutched tightly around yourself. It’s still a complete mess, the floor covered in newspaper and splattered paint, brushes strewn about as you hastily tried to make something work. Tried to make anything work.

Nothing worked though. Nothing and Yoongi and Joon had watched in worry as you nearly ripped your hair out in frustration. It should have been a simple abstract painting for your Painting III level class and instead it turned into a sad little blob of hatred.

They tried their best to support you, quietly giving you food or refilling your coffee when it ran out, and you appreciate it so damn much. They had even tried to give pointers, Yoongi especially insightful since he has his toes more than dipped into the art world… But this…

“So in my defense, I told big titties over here that he was adding too much pink.” You shuffle closer to the canvas, rubbing your eyes in hopes that the pink fluffy blob will turn into something else. It does not.

“You can never have enough pink! It looks good still…?” Namjoon steps closer behind you, keeping a safe distance as you finally stand directly in front of the easal. When you had left it last night, the painting was something of a sky. A very swirly messed up sky, but still a sky with clouds and something akin to the aurora borealis. Now…

“It looks like a flamingo puked on it.” It does. There’s an obscene amount of pinks and some purple swatched in, and upon closer inspection, the blob has little wings… and a face. It has a fucking face that looks strangely like UwU.

“We named it ‘Suga Puff’. He is friendly and likes cheese.” Of course he likes cheese. That would explain the little yellow dot on the side of its mouth. Turning to look back at your boyfriends, the way they immediately cringe would be apparent to anyone. To be fair, you’re not sure if you want to laugh hysterically or cry till you dry up.

“… Thank you for adding in Suga Puff. He’s very… Charming.” You all stare at each other for a solid ten seconds before you burst into laughter, unable to contain all the emotions that you’ve been harboring the past few days. They laugh with you until you start to cry, their faces turning to horror before they’re both on you, your blanket dropping to the ground.

“Oh no baby we’re so sorry it’s okay please don’t cry-“ Joon starts rambling, effectively embracing both you and Yoongi as the smaller man holds you close and kisses the side of your head. He doesn’t say a word but his silence is a comfort on its own. He knows how stressful your art courses can be, you’ve seen him lose his shit before. Sometimes it’s just better to let it all out.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m crying. It’s so cute and I think it’s adorable and your were just trying to help…” Namjoon hugs you tighter for a second before loosening his grip, allowing Yoon to pull back. He kisses your cheek while Namjoon leans in and kisses the other, both of your boyfriends finally smiling, dimpled and gummy, as you giggle quietly.

“No need to apologize sweetheart. We’ll help you whip up something new, you still have a week. Now, how about we eat breakfast, yeah?” You hum and nod, Namjoon leading you over to the couch while Yoongi wanders over to the kitchen. You honestly couldn’t ask for better boyfriends…

“Do you losers want pancakes or waffles? Or both?” You call back that you want strawberry pancakes, partially because you love them and partially because Yoongi does too. Plopping down on the couch, you lean into Joon, eyes appraising the beautiful art work your loves crafted from your mistakes. In all honesty, it actually is pretty darn cute.

“I hope you know I’ll be hanging that up in the living room for everyone to see. I’m quite proud of our collaboration.” Namjoon nods proudly to himself, a long arm wrapping around your shoulder to pull you in. You cuddle closer, quietly smiling to yourself as Yoongi yells about potentially burning the house down.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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harringtonstilinski · 1 month

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Always The Babysitter - Chapter Twenty-One: The Sauna Test

Author: @harringtonstilinski Characters: Steve Harrington x Olivia Henderson(OC) Word Count: 3,001 Warnings: fluff, lil' angst, falling elevators, almost confessions?? 👀 Smut: no | yes; A/N: Hi, friends! If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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When I woke up the next morning, I made a quiet groaning noise as I stretched my limbs. After I put my arms back down, I felt paper, so I picked it up and read it.

Olivia,

I didn’t want to wake you. I’m downstairs in the kitchen. Come find me.

Steve ♥️

Ever since I told him he was being all domestic last night, it seemed to me that he wanted to keep that up. I mean, I was practically living with him. So, as I got up to make my way down the hall and to the stairs, I couldn’t help but smile to myself.

Looking at Steve as I walked into the kitchen, the smile was still on my face. Something about Steve drinking from a coffee mug just made me… fall for him even more. The way this man is just casually being… him makes me wanna kiss him stupid.

“Hey, there, lover,” I said, softly, wrapping my arms around his middle from behind.

“Morning, baby,” he said. I could hear the smile on his lips.

“Whatcha doing?”

“Reading the paper and drinking–”

“Coffee?” I asked, perking up.

Chuckling, he turned around and said, “Tea.”

I made a sad face, saying a sad “Oh.”

“Look over there,” he whispered, pointing.

Following the line of sight his fingers gave me, I saw a coffee pot with freshly made coffee inside. Looking back to him with a smile, I said, “You’re the best.”

“I know,” he smiled back, giving me a kiss to the tip of my nose.

He had already set out a cup for me to use, the sugar container sitting next to it. After I had poured some of the brown liquid into my cup with some of the sugar and some half&half, I turned to him, taking a sip. “You’re the best, you know that?”

“Yes,” he said. “You just told me that like 2 minutes ago.”

All I could do was smile at him as I took another sip of my coffee.

We chatted about this and that while we sipped our caffeine and ate our breakfast. I cleaned up the kitchen while we went and got ready for work. When he came back down, blue uniform on and all, I went upstairs to get changed.

Clad in my graphic tee and denim shorts, I strutted my way back into the kitchen, stopping when I heard Steve call my name. Looking in the direction I heard his voice, I furrowed my eyebrows, wondering how I passed him standing at the door and not realizing it.

Shrugging, I made my way over to him, trapping his bottom lip between mine, feeling him kiss me back instantly. “Can I kiss you stupid later?”

He nodded, kissing me once more before opening the front door and leading me out to his car after he locked the door.

~~~

Once we picked Dustin up and made it to the mall, we sent Dustin up on the roof again to spy on the Russian guys that were standing guard outside while deliveries were being made. When he had enough entail, he came to Scoops’ back room, where Robin, Steve and I were sitting.

“That keycard opens the door, but unfortunately, the Russian with this keycard also has a massive gun,” Dustin informed us. “Whatever’s in this room, whatever’s in those boxes, they really don’t want anybody finding it.”

While Dustin was talking, I watched as Steve swirled his Scoops hat around on his hand.

“But there’s gotta be a way in,” Robin said.

Blowing into his hat to form the top of it back out, Steve said, “Well, ya’know… I could just take him out.”

“Take who out?” Robin and I asked.

“The Russian guard.” He looked over at me, my face giving off a confused expression. “What? I sneak up behind him, I knock him out, and I take his keycard. It’s easy.”

“Babe,” I said, placing my hand on his shoulder. “Need I remind you about your track record with trying to ‘take people out’?”

“Did you not hear the part about the massive gun?” Dustin asked.

“Yes, Dustin, I did,” Steve replied. “And that’s why I would be sneaking.”

“Ah,” Dustin and I said.

“Well, please, tell me this, and be honest,” Dustin continued. “Have you ever actually… won a fight?”

Looking at my brother, I said, “Did you not hear me basically ask that?”

“Okay, you two, that was one time–” Steve said.

“Nope. Twice. Jonathan kicked your ass our Junior Year. Next.”

“Listen, that doesn’t count.”

“Why doesn’t it? I watched him beat the shit out of you, AND helped you out after.”

Dustin and Steve started arguing about whether or not Jonathan’s fight actually counted. I rolled my eyes, turning my head in Robin’s direction, seeing her looking up before she said something about… something might actually working before she got up and went to the cash register, Steve and I standing at the open door watching her.

“Robin,” Steve said, taking my hand and pulling me through the door, Dustin following. “Hey, Robin! Hey, what– what are you doing?” She turned to us, backing up out of the store as she said, “I need cash.”

“Well, half of that’s mine,” Steve whined. “Where you going?”

“To find us a way into that room, a safe way,” she said, voice raised. “And, in the meantime, sling ice cream, behave, and don’t get beat up. I’ll be back in a jiff.”

“Ah, dude,” Steve said. I looked over, seeing him take the ice cream scoop from Dustin. “Come on, man, not my scooper.” He twirled it on his finger like those cowboys do in the Westerns before placing the handle in his pocket.

“I hope you wash that before you use it,” I said.

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Robin came back from her little errand a little while later with a paper in her hand, walking into the back room. “It is fascinating what 20 bucks will get you at the County Recorder’s office.”

“Care to elaborate?” I said.

Placing the gigantic sheet of paper on the table, which turned out to be the mall’s blueprints, Robin said, “Starcourt Mall. The complete blueprints.”

“Holy shit,” I breathed, looking down at the sheet.

“Not bad,” Dustin said.

I leaned down a little to look at the prints, seeing Steve doing the same from the corner of my eye, his hand on my back as Robin said, “This is us, Scoops, and this is where we want to get,” while pointing to the points on the blueprints.

“I mean, I don’t really see a way in,” Steve said.

“There’s not, if you’re talking exclusively about doors,” Robin said, flipping the page on the blueprint.

“Air ducts,” Dustin and I said.

“Exactly.”

I looked up, watching as she walked to the board to grab a marker before coming back to the table, continuing her words, “Turns out, this secret room needs air just like any old room. And these air ducts–” She marked where she needed to, making a circle then a line following the air ducts to another part of the blueprints, making another circle on Scoops. “Lead all the way… here.”

I looked up at the vent, trying to get ideas on who we can send up there. “We need to look inside to see how big it is to send someone in there, but unfortunately… it’s screwed into the wall.” Movement from the corner of my eye had me looking in that direction.

“Well, who’s small enough?” Robin asked.

Dustin and I looked at each other, our eyes saying the same thing before we spoke our thoughts, “Send one of us.”

Steve moved to where they kept all their hardware before getting a ladder to stand on, unscrewing the screws from the wall and pulling the vent off, handing it to me down below. Through the screwdriver in between his teeth, he said, “Flashlight.”

I took the vent from his hands, giving him the flashlight as he took the screwdriver from between his teeth as he took the flashlight from my hand, saying, “Thanks, baby.” Shining the light down the metal air duct for a moment before saying, “Yeah, I don’t know, man. I don’t know if either of you can fit in here. It’s, like… super tight.”

“Get down,” I said, tapping the back of his thigh. “Let me try.”

He jumped off the ladder before letting me climb. I tried sticking my body through, not going past the middle of my arms. I pulled out of the duct, shaking my head before jumping down. “I can’t get through.”

Looking at Dustin, he said, “I’ll fit. Trust me. No collarbones, remember?” He moved to the ladder, climbing it before putting his head and shoulders in… getting stuck at his hips.

“Uh, excuse me?” Robin said.

“He’s got cleidocranial dysplasia,” I said. “Basically, he’s missing some of his bones and shit.”

“He can bend like Gumbo,” Steve said.

“You mean Gumby?” Robin corrected him… or tried to as Steve looked from me back to her while he said, “Pretty sure it’s Gumbo.”

“Steve, just shut up and push me!” Dustin said.

“Okay.” Steve moved to the ladder, grabbing Dustin’s feet and pushing, while saying, “I’ll push ya.”

“Not my feet, dumbass. Push my ass.”

“What?”

“Touch my butt! I don’t care!”

“Oh, sweet shit,” I muttered, covering my mouth with my hand as Steve climbed the ladder a couple steps, pushing on my brother’s ass. I tried to contain the laughter that wanted to escape, but it came out in a chuckle.

“Come on! Harder!”

“I’m pushing!” Steve said.

“Push harder!” Dustin screamed.

I looked at Robin and started laughing as Steve and Dustin argued.

“You’re playing with my legs!”

“I’m not playing, I have terrible footing,” Steve said.

“Come on!”

“I’m just gonna shove you, ready?”

“Just shove me?”

“One, two…” Steve shoved Dustin, trying to get him into the duct more, my little brother saying, “Shit!”

“That work?” my boyfriend asked.

“One more time.”

The bell ringing had Robin and I turning our heads, my laughter dying down at seeing Erica at the front counter, saying, “Ahoy, sailors! All hands on deck! Get over here and serve me some samples.”

Robin and I looked at each other, sharing the same idea.

I looked back at Erica and said, “Hey, Sinclair! Wanna earn a couple bucks?”

~~~

After I convinced Erica to look into the air duct, she came into the back room and did just that as Steve, Dustin, Robin and myself leaned against the counter by the window. She stepped off the ladder, turning to face us and said, “Yeah, I don’t know.”

“You don’t know if you can fit?” I asked.

“Oh, I can fit,” she said. “I just don’t know if I want to.”

“Are you claustrophobic?” Robin asked.

Erica scoffed, saying, “I don’t have phobias.”

It was my turn to scoff before I turned to Dustin and muttered, “Wish I didn’t.”

“Okay, well, what’s the problem?” Steve asked.

“The problem is, I still haven’t heard what’s in this for Erica,” she said.

Sighing, I stepped forward, pulling out some cash. Giving her two dollars, I said, “Here’s your pay for looking.” I leaned in a little closer to her, talking quietly so only the two of us could hear. “I’ll even convince these two sailors to give you some ice cream while you think it over.”

She looked at me for a moment, smirking a little before reaching out her hand. “Deal.”

I turned to the other three standing behind me, smiling a little. “Get her all the samples she wants, in or on what she wants.”

“Babe–” Steve started.

Holding up the rest of the cash I had on me, I said, “I’ll pay for it.”

“That’s for lunch!” Dustin whined.

“Got any better ideas?”

At his nonanswer, I walked through the doors to sit at a booth, watching as Erica put in her orders before sitting down next to me, Dustin following suit before Steve and Robin made their way to the booth as well, placing the ice creams down on the table before sitting.

Steve pushed a banana split to Erica, the young girl pushing it back, asking for more fudge. He gave me a sour look, one I knew all too well; he was upset with me, but wouldn’t be for long.

After Steve had gotten up with Erica’s banana split, Robin pulled out the folded blueprints of the air ducts, holding it up, saying, “Alright. You see this?” She pointed to the line she had drawn. “This is the route you’re gonna take.” She flipped the prints, revealing the other side of the line. “Then we just wait until the last delivery goes out tonight.”

“Then you knock out the grate, jump down and open the door,” I added.

“Then you find out what’s in those boxes?” Erica asked.

“Exactly,” Robin answered.

“Mm-hmmm. And you say this guard is armed.”

“Yes, but he won’t be there,” Dustin said.

“And booby traps?”

“Booby traps?” Robin and I asked.

“Lasers, spikes in the wall?” Erica said.

“What?”

Putting her hand on my arm, Erica said, “You know what this half-baked plan of yours sounds like to me? Child endangerment.”

“See, no–” I said.

“We’ll be in radio contact with you the whole time–” Robin said.

“Ah, ah, ah!” Erica exclaimed. “Child. Endangerment.”

Sighing, Dustin said Erica’s name, the girl looking at him before he continued, “Hi. Uhh, we think these Russians wanna do harm to our country. Great harm. Don’t you love your country?”

“Oh, my god,” I whispered, looking up at the ceiling.

“You can’t spell America without Erica,” she said.

Looking back down at her, then at my brother, he and I both said, “Oddly, that’s totally true.”

“So, so, don’t do it for us,” I said, while Erica slurped on her milkshake. “Do it for your country, for your fellow man. Do it for America, Erica.”

She shivered next to me, before smiling while saying, “Oh! I just got the chills.”

I smiled, sitting up a little straighter while looking at Robin and Dustin.

“From this float,” Erica added, my confidence shattering. “Know what I love most about this country? Capitalism. Do you know what capitalism is?”

Dustin and Robin said they did while I looked confused.

“It means this is a free market system,” she continued. “Which means people get paid for their services, depending on how valuable their contributions are. And it seems to me, my ability to fit into that little vent is very, very valuable to you all. So, you want my help? This USS Butterscotch better be the first of many.”

“Free ice cream?” I asked.

“For. Life,” she enunciated.

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“I cannot believe I’m back on this stupid roof,” I complained, leaning in between Robin and Steve.

“You’ll be fine,” Dustin said.

I looked at him, his binoculars held up to his eyes.

“It’s all quiet here,” Robin said into the walkie talkie. “So, you’ve got the green light.”

“Green light, roger that,” Erica said, her voice coming through the walkie’s speaker. “Commence Operation Child Endangerment.”

“Are we really gonna call it that?” I asked after Robin hit the button to talk.

“See you on the other side. Nerds.”

I sighed and backed up a little from the group. Since I turned and had my back facing them, I didn’t register someone coming up behind me, hands being placed on my arms. Immediately feeling safe, I leaned back into Steve’s arms, his own wrapping around me as I sighed again. “When can we live normal lives again? Demogorgons, Mind Flayers and Demodogs, and now Russians?”

“I know, baby,” he whispered, his lips pressing to the side of my head. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

I turned in his hold, looking into his eyes while putting my arms around his middle. “Really?”

Smiling, he pushed a piece of hair back behind my ear, cupping my cheek before he said, “I’ll kiss you stupid.”

I smiled a little, leaning up to kiss him; a long, sweet kiss.

The crackling of the walkie brought me back down to reality, Erica’s voice coming through as Steve and I made our way back to the ledge. “Alright, nerds. I’m there.”

“D-do you see anything?” Robin asked.

“Yeah, I see those boring boxes you’re so excited about.”

“Any guards?” I asked.

“Negative.”

“Booby traps?”

“If I could see them, they’d be pretty shit traps, wouldn’t they?”

“Thank you for that?” Robin answered.

I heard bangs coming from the other side of the door before Erica said, “I’m in.”

“Oh, god,” Steve breathed, right before the doors opened and Erica walked out.

“Free ice cream for life,” she said.

Dustin, Robin, Steve and I got down off the roof, making our way over to Erica and the boxes, where Steve used a knife or a boxcutter to open an Imperial Panda box… another box of some sort sitting inside.

He grabbed the handle on it, turning it, causing air to hiss out of it before lifting the lid, revealing four more handles.

“Oh, sweet shit,” I breathed.

“That’s definitely not Chinese food,” Steve said. He put the lid down, placing his hand back in the cardboard box on one of the metal handles. He looked at us all before putting both hands up and saying, “Uh, maybe you guys should, ya’know, stand back.”

Robin and Erica did as Steve asked, but Dustin and I did not.

“No,” my brother and I said.

Putting his arm across my stomach to reach Dustin, Steve said, “Just step back, okay?”

Pushing his arm down, I said, “No.”

“Baby, seriously.”

“No! You’re my boyfriend, I lo–” I stopped my words, taking in a deep breath. I placed my hand on his cheek, saying, “We’re in this together. If you die, I die.”

He sighed, knowing my determination. “Okay.” Putting his hand back on the handle, he twisted it before lifting it out of the slot it was in, revealing green… something. I’m not sure what it was. Goo? Slime? I… I didn’t know.

“What the hell?” Steve muttered.

“What is that?” Robin asked.

An answer came in the form of the room rumbling before it moved a little. I instantly put my hand on Steve’s arm, grabbing for Dustin’s hand or wrist with my other.

“Was that just me, or did the room move?” Dustin asked.

I looked at Erica as she whispered, “Booby traps.”

The room rumbled again, sending Robin into motion, grabbing for the green substance. “Ya’know what? Let’s just grab that and go.”

Steve put the lid back on the metal… container thing as Dustin went to the control panel, hitting a button… about four or five times.

“Which one do I press, Erica?” he asked.

“Just press the damn button, nerd,” she said.

“Which one?” I asked.

“I’m pressing the button, okay?” Dustin added.

“Press open door,” Erica said.

“I’m pressing open door.”

Steve moved past me saying, “Just open the– press the other button.”

Anxiety was filling me at the arguments going on, an overwhelming feeling washing over me. I was brought back to reality when I heard Robin say, “Just open the door!” before a loud clanging noise sounded.

I watched as what seemed like a wall came down, slamming shut and trapping us in this room filled with boxes with unknown substances. Then the room just… fell with all five of us in it.

I was screaming, Robin and Erica were screaming, I’m sure Dustin was screaming. Feeling arms around me, I heard Steve’s voice in my ear say, “Oh, shit,” as lights were flashing by as we made our very fast descent.

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reallyromealone · 2 years

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Bonten Mikey x son reader

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Mikey felt terrible.

Like a complete Monster.

"don't worry boss, Kakucho and Koko have been making sure he's happy and healthy while you're gone!" Ran said, trying to calm the storm brewing inside the bonten leader.

You see, Mikey and a few others had to go out of town and sadly little (name) couldn't come much to the four year olds heartbreaking cries.

He was absolutely a daddies boy.

No question.

"we took (daughters name) to get a pet so she could have company while I was out of town, nannies can only be so much company" Ran said absentmindedly and Mikey thought about it.

A pet.

Maybe.

(name) was over the moon the following week after his dad's return, he's taking him out for a surprise!

Mikey held his son in his arms tightly, smiling slightly as they stepped out of the expensive car and Infront of a pet store "do you know where this place is bud?"

(name) still was getting the hang of reading as he mumbled out the words pet store and when it clicked the boy was like a firework with how brightly he shined.

"really papa?!"

"yeah bud, you get to pick out a pet"

Mikey thought the little guy was gonna pick out something cute like a hamster or maybe a fish.

But no.

He's a Sano after all, Mikey shouldn't have been that foolish to think so.

(name) looked at the glass tank in awe as he stared at the snake with pure awe "papa..."

Mikey raised an eyebrow at his kids choice and the other men in Bonten were baffled at the fact that he basically ignored the cute fluffy animals he could actually play with for a breathing noodle.

"you can't really play with snakes bud"

"but i can read him bedtime stories papa...like you do"

"a-and i can watch shows with him and we can hang out!"

"bud, snakes eat live mice and rats do you think you can handle that?"

"uncle 'omi said you eat rats for breakfast! You can share with him!"

Mikey wanted to kick the shit out of his advisor so badly but was also just---god his son was adorable!

"please papa..?" And there were the pouty eyes and the little arms hugging his legs and Mikey was a weak man.

"fine....you can get a snake" Mikey relented and turned to his men "get everything a snake would need"

The men went into action as the employees helped pick out the best things a snake would need as they out the snake in a plastic carrying case (or as i call the reptile to go container) and (name) was absolutely enthralled at the baby ball python.

"so what are you gonna name him bud?"

"Spork!"

#tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #mikey x reader #bonten x reader

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unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin · 1 year

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Is it too late to ask for a fluffy blurb w Christian Cage??

For the Valentine’s Day thing. Please and I love you♥️

Flowers

Summary: Christian made a mistake

Taglist: @fiskers7136 @peachmango-kombucha @kcloveswrestling @bellalutionn @xkennyxomegax @tummyyellin @legit9thlunaticwarrior @auburnwrites @melissahausen @thesusbunny @writtingrose

You carefully carried the plate of food into your and Christian’s room. You both had discussed Valentine’s Day plans only a few weeks ago, and Christian had made reservations at a restaurant you both liked. You, however, still wanted to do something nice for him on your own. Being married for years didn’t have to mean Valentine’s Day had to be any less special.

You set the plate down and climbed onto the bed, hovering over your husband. “Good morning…” You whispered, placing a small kiss on his lips. Then on both cheeks. Then working down his neck slightly.

“What’s this for?” He mumbled, a hand sliding up to wrap around your waist. He bumped your head up enough to catch your lips in another kiss.

“I made breakfast.”

“You’re not a Morning Person,” He argued playfully.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”

—————

Christian ran his hand through his hair while pounding on the door in front of him once again. Finally the door opened, revealing Beth.

“Christian? What are you doing here?”

“I need to see Edge.” Beth gave him a strange look, but stepped out of the way to let him into the house.

“I’m surprised you got away from y/n. You always act like love sick teens on Valentine’s Day,” she called out, chuckling lightly at thoughts of her friends.

“I fucked up!” Edge glanced up from where he was sitting with his daughter at the table.

“Hi,” he glared lightly at his friend. “Go play,” he told her before Turing his attention back to Christian. “What can I help you with?”

“As I Said, I fucked up.” He offered again. “And I’m not sure how to fix it.”

“What did you do?”

“I forgot Valentine’s Day.” Edge just watched his friend for a moment, trying to see if he was serious.

“Ok, what are you here? Go to the store, get some gifts, find a restaurant to take her too-“

“I was supposed to make a reservation a week ago.”

“Y/n’s going to understand.”

“She woke me up with breakfast in bed,” Christian argued. “What would you do if you forgot?”

“He’d tell me and bring a gift to beg for forgiveness,” Beth commented while walking into the room. “And don’t say fuck in front of my kids.”

“Sorry,” he mumbled. “I’m a bit hysterical.”

“Just tell her. Y/n could care less,” she told him. “And get her some candy or something.”

—————

“Christian? What are you doing…” your voice trailed off when you walked into the kitchen. The table was covered in bouquets of flowers, and a few more where in his arms. He was also frozen, looking at you. Like a deer caught in headlights.

“I.. um…” he struggled to find an answer.

“You forgot, didn’t you?” A small smile graced your lips.

“…yes,” he admitted, his face falling slightly. You walked over and took the flowers, placing them on the table.

“Beth called me,” you admitted.

“Why?”

“She thought you’d do something a bit rash.” He started to argue but you glanced at the table which shut him up. “You could’ve just told me.”

“I didn’t want you to think I didn’t care.”

“We are grown ass adults babe. You prove you care by doing my laundry and cleaning the house when I don’t feel like doing it. One day is t going to change that.” You assured him as you wrapped your arms around his waist. “Besides, we can get diner any night. Netflix will work just find for tonight.”

“I love you,” he whispered before kissing your lips lightly.

“Good. Because you need to get rid of the flowers.”

“Why?”

“I’m allergic to pollen.”

#aew #fanfiction #request #aew one shot #wrestling oneshot #christian cage x reader #christian cage #valentines day request

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judgementdaysunshine · 1 year

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May I please request headcanons for Odd, William, Yumi, and Ulrich reacting to their female S/O getting into shape and losing weight which causes her to become more confident in herself?

Oooh ♥️

Ulrich

He noticed that you never really had any type of self esteem in a loving or happy manner towards yourself and he would always compliment you and shower you with love every time he saw you and spent the day or night with you

You weren't really big but not stick thin either but in the middle where you were a little bigger than others but mostly still smaller than many others as well but that didn't matter to him

He would see you running on the track field with Odd in between classes during the week and swimming with William and Yumi but what he didn't see or know was that you would go to a gym a couple of blocks away from campus and exercise for 2-4 hours whenever you weren't in class,doing homework,helping the others on lyoko or with XANA,and slowly getting into both Korean and Japanese martial arts

Soon he noticed how much happier and relaxed around people you were than before but also confident wearing shorts and crop tops whenever it was really hot out when classes weren't happening occasionally sporting a tank top outside of gym class and even wearing a couple of different sun dresses both to and outside of classes

One day the two.of you were spending the night at your home while your family was out of town as you did every time when it was just you at home and while you were quietly listening to music he looks over and tells you "I'm proud of you and I love you" you smile giving him a peck on his lips making him turn bright red

Yumi

She could always tell that you had problems with your self esteem always doing everything in her power to just make you smile and not think of the self bashing you always did to yourself

She knew one big insecurity you had was your weight but her and the others didn't think anything bad of you and you weren't crazy big you were just a bit bigger than others but your weight was normal

As time went on from meeting,becoming friends,and started dating that she noticed a slow change in you starting with how you talked about yourself in a more positive and self loving manner

You started changing from loose fitting and mostly baggy clothes to more fitting and revealing clothing that enhanced the curves of your body but didn't show any skin

You also started wearing more shirts with straps on your shoulders and dresses whenever it was hot

Soon your dates went from studying,watching movies,and having lunch together to swimming,dance classes,and spending the day in the park dressed up in shorts and tank top or a loose fitting dress

The two of you were at her house for the week with her family while your family was out of town visiting a family friend playing video games and joking with her brother and helping her parents even when you didn't have to

You were reading comics laying against her Totoro while she was channel surfing the tv looking over at you then laying beside you holding you making you smile "I'm glad your starting to love yourself I'm proud of you" the two of you share a kiss and continue reading just before her parents quietly peek in smiling that their daughter found someone she cares so much about and hoped the two of you shared your futures with each other

William

He could tell that you never really had any positive self view of yourself which hurt him and made him wish he could show you how he and the others saw you

He would always try to do little things to make you feel loved and know that he cared about you from leaving little notes under your door,carrying your favorite snacks and candy bars on him,always helping you with math and history when you were getting overwhelmed and frustrated,saving you a seat by him at breakfast before first period,always saying how pretty or beautiful you looked in your outfits,and spending nights in your room or taking you to his room to watch movies

He noticed how you started doing more gym time for extra credit but also to help with your weight and self esteem

He soon noticed how you would wear crop tops or cropped jackets in and out of class,dresses that fitted your figure perfectly,and tank tops that defined your shoulders and collarbones and wore amazing outfits that enhanced your features making him catch his breath and his heart stop

The two of you were eating beside a pond not far from campus just spending time with each other away from teachers and other students especially sissi who never failed to bully you in some way

"You changed for the better and I'm glad that you're happier and seeing yourself in a much healthier way and I'm really happy for you and proud" he kisses your cheek making you giggle as the two of you head back placing a kiss on his forehead making him almost fall over his own feet

Odd

He may seem like he didn't pay attention but he certainly knew how you secretly scratched your skin until it became red and chewing on your nails until your nails were short and little bits of skin hanging on the sides of your fingers

He hated how you talked bad about yourself to Aelita knowing that she wouldn't tell anyone even odd thought she wanted to many times after hearing what you would say about yourself

He not only saw you start to get in a better mental and emotional state but he also helped you get into a better mindset and gain confidence even to where you'd started snapping at Sissi whenever she would give you a hard time

He always gave you a compliment or kiss you on your face making you turn to jelly and giggle at how by being in a dress or different outfit he just always smiles at how you show your confidence and newfound self esteem

Every time he sees you he always has to show you off to anyone around even teachers who just smile and giggle at the two of you and he always hugs you saying your the prettiest human in the world

The two of you were dancing and listening to music in your living room while your parents were out running errands and soon the two of you were watching a movie "You're the best thing to happen to me and I am very proud of you being you" you turn red laughing and he starts tickling and kissing all over your face

#code lyoko x reader #william dunbar x reader #odd della robbia x reader #yumi ishiyama #ulrich stern #code lyoko #odd della robbia #ulrich stern x reader #william dunbar #yumi ishiyama x reader

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kaaytea · 3 years

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Blueberry Kisses

Miya Osamu x reader

Summary: Osamu is fed up with your strange eating habits. So he treats you to a special breakfast of your choice

A/n: ha ha I've had this in my drafts for almost a year :) and it's finally seeing the light of day!! Inspired by my weird breakfasts during quarantine ♥️

"Please tell me yer not doing what I think yer doin'."

You looked up, mouth open and fork suspended in the air mid-bite. Osamu stood in the entrance way of your small kitchen, his hair tousled from sleep and sweatpants riding low on his hips. If it weren't for the disgusted look on his face he would have looked incredibly cute.

He made his way over to where you were sitting on the kitchen counter, "Sometimes I wonder how you've survived this long with yer eating habits."

You gaped at him, that was a little rude.

"Hey, my taste in food isn't terrible!"

Osamu rolled his eyes lazily then stared you down.

"Yer eating day-old spaghetti for breakfast," he reached out and took the tupperware from your hands, grimacing when his hand came in contact with the plastic. "Ya really didn't even have the decency to heat it up first? God, it's worse than I thought."

A pout spread across your face as you watched him take away your food, "I was hungry and I didn't have the energy to cook!" you crossed your arms sadly watching him dump the remnants of your impromptu breakfast into the trash, "Really Samu, spaghetti for breakfast isn't the worst thing I've done."

He laughed and came to stand between your legs, hands resting securely on your knees.

"Don't remind me, I still haven't mentally recovered from coming home to ya eating ramen out of a coffee pot," he chuckled softly at the memory then pressed a soft kiss to the crown of your head.

"All of our bowls were dirty," you mumbled, "It was either the coffee pot or I starve"

Osamu sighed —it sounded more like a laugh, but you didn't mention anything.

"Alright angel, what do ya want for breakfast?"

You narrowed your eyes. He was being awfully nice after throwing away your food

"Anything I want?"

"Anything."

You pondered for a moment.

This was a golden opportunity, the Miya Osamu — owner of Onigiri Miya and winner of the sweetest boyfriend of the year— was offering to make you anything you wanted for breakfast.

"Can you make pancakes?"

"How about I raise ya one and make blueberry pancakes?"

"YES!"

Not long after, the small apartment kitchen was filled with life.

The sun had started to filter through the windows casting flecks of molten gold on the floor and countertops, making the tiny space feel more like a ballroom than a modest apartment kitchen. The soft laughs and giggles coming from you and Osamu heated the room as you twisted and turned through a soft waltz to make the golden pillows of heaven you requested.

Osamu knew every step by heart, taking the lead as you clumsily attempted to keep up with him. Slowly, your waltz turned into a solo, causing you to fade into the background to let Osamu take the spotlight.

He gracefully balanced hot pans and bowls of batter, all while you pressed blueberries to his lips as a means of encouragement.

Each time you fed him the small fruit he'd place a gentle kiss on your fingertips; his warm lips contrasting with the icy chill of the blueberries. The gentle smile that followed the soft caress of Osamu's lips heated you from the inside out. His tender affections melting you like butter in a hot pan.

Stacks of fluffy carbs slowly built and fell as he cooked; the impatient scratching in your stomach eventually pushed you to tear small bites from whatever pancake laid at the top whenever a new one replaced the last one you had eaten.

With a thin drizzle of syrup and a tap of powdered sugar, Osamu presented you with the final product crafted through a labor of love. You delicately cut into the food, almost too afraid to mess up the picturesque creation. You lifted the fork and directed the first bite to Osamu. On instinct his mouth opened and accepted the offering; a low hum followed his first taste.

Osamu quickly ducked his head down to connect your lips to his, the lingering taste of sugary syrup danced from his tongue to yours.

An unspoken 'I love you' through blueberry kisses.

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lilywoood · 4 years

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Hello, did you watch this cute video of a maybe 2yo who is upset because his mama didn't kiss him before going to work ? Can you please do a Buddie is based on kt, with Chris being their son and is young (his language is so cute!) Thanks ! Ps, you are amazing, your writing too and your heart the first thing that is amazing about you! Tu est parfait comme tu es? (I hope it's like that, french is not my mother language.)

Okay I just saw that video it’s the cutest thing I ever watched, like he’s so tiny and all mad cause she forgot to kiss everyone lol it melted my heart ♥️♥️♥️, like how dare she goes to work and not kiss goodbye it reminded me of my niece she’d been mad at her dad for forgetting her and when he came back she refused to kiss him cause he didn’t kiss her that morning 😅

I love you nonie you’re too nice and you really made my day 💕and your french is pretty good !! Okay so here is mad Chris it’s a bit short and I hope you’ll like it ♥️

Tagging also : @chrrlees @gxtop @diazbuckleysworld @translucent-bisexual @cherishingstydia @felicitous-one

Song : Adore You - Harry Stiles

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He was late, really really late and he was sure that Bobby would kill him if he didn’t hurry to get to the station, he was so late he forgot to say goodbye to Chris that morning, only remembering it when he’d made it to work with only five minutes of lateness, he hopped Chris wouldn’t be mad at him, he knew that for a two years old he could hold grudge for days.

He remembered that time Eddie had promised to get him a stuffed Dorry, and instead mistakenly brought him a Nemo one, Chris had been mad at Eddie for a week before reluctantly accept Nemo who was now one his favorite comforter and the only one he held at night.

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Work had been hectic, they were so many calls that day that the morning mishap was quickly forgotten by Buck who was laying lazily on the break room couch, he was listening to Chim and Hen gossiping when he felt his phone buzz in his back pocket.

He growled trying to retrieve it without getting up, he smiled when he saw Eddie’s name popping on his screen, he quickly unlocked his phone and frowned in confusion when he saw that he send him a video instead of a text.

-Something wrong, Hen asked seeing the frown on Buck’s face

-I don’t know, he answered scratching his head, it’s Eddie he sent me a video, he stated looking at his team.

-Open it then, Chim nodded, it can’t be that bad, he shrugged coming to his right side.

Buck nodded bitting his lips while pressing the play button, worry quickly replaced by a soft smile when he noticed it was a video of Chris playing with his breakfast and animatedly talking with Eddie a frown on his little face.

-Daddy forgot to kiss you goodbye, he heard Eddie ask him mock chock in his voice

-Yeah, Chris pouted agitating his bottle, and Dada, and Stone, he was pointing to their sleeping dog

-Oh and he forgot Stone and Dada too, Eddie was giggling at this point, wow Daddy is a mean mean boy, he pursued making Buck shake his head in disbelief.

-Yeah, the little boy agreed his little arms crossed over his chest, work and no Chris and Dada, he gasped, and Stone, they were so much hurt and betrayal in his little voice it made Buck melt.

-Wow you really made that little boy mad, Bobby chimmed from behind.

Buck couldn’t speak half sad and half laughing at the scene unfolding before him, he knew Chris didn’t like change in his routine, but he’d never though his little boy could be that hurt by a mere oversight.

-Maybe I should call them, Buck wondered out loud, apologize to Chris.

-Go you softie, Hen laughed rubbing his back, I’m sure he’ll forgive you, she added in reassurance

-He was mad at Eddie for three whole days cause he got him a Nemo plushie instead of a Dory one, Buck groaned, I’m pretty sure he’s gonna be mad at me for a week, he sighed isolating himself to dial Eddie.

The phone rang twice before he heard his husband laugh on the other side.

-Your son is mad at you, Eddie smirked, you know that you’ll have to get him that Dory plushie and a lots of kisses when you come home.

-God I feel so bad, Buck sighed, is he super mad, he croaked, can I talk to him.

-He’s napping, Eddie answered softly, don’t beat yourself, I know you were late because you’ve been up all night for him, he tried to console him, also his fever is down and the doctor said it was just a little cold.

-That’s a relief, he breathed, listen I get off in merely two hours, he smiled, I’ll get him that Dory and some chicken nuggets, he swore

-Evan I was joking about Dory, Eddie gasped.

-I’m getting it, he insisted, see you in two hours love you and kiss him for me.

His shift was merely finished that Buck was already driving to the nearest toy store, he scanned the aisle in search of the biggest and softest Dory plushie he could find, to hell with the price if it could make his little boy happy with him again.

-God Evan, Eddie facepalmed when he opened the door finding his husband holding a human sized Dory in his arms and a bag full of chicken nuggets.

-Is he still sleeping, he demanded ignoring Eddie.

-No he’s watching Dory for the fourth time today, he sighed closing the door, you know I was joking about getting him that, he added pointing to the gigantic toy..

Once again Buck ignored him and got to the living room, Chris was sucking his thumb, his little cheeks red and watching with awe Dory speak with the whale.

-Hey Chris, he called putting his gift on the sofa.

Chris eyes went from Buck to the Dory plushie, he was clearly trying to decide if he was going to forgive Buck or not.

-Daddy no kiss me, he pouted pointing to himself, work and no bye bye Chris

-I’m so sorry bud, Buck croaked kneeling before him, can you forgive me, he demanded, I got you Dory as a sorry gift, he smiled.

-And kiss, Chris demanded

Buck laughed holding him in his arms, covering him in kisses and hugs, making his little boy giggle so much he couldn’t help but to laugh too. Eddie smiled videoing the all thing and sending the video to the rest of the 118 before joining his boys.

#buddie prompt #buckley diaz family #eddie diaz #christopher diaz #evan buckley #buck x eddie #911 prompts #911 ficlet #911 fox #911 on fox #tv:911

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Hello, please may I have a head canon on Iggy's ideal lazy day with his s/o :3 thank you for your time ♥️

A/N: Of course. I thank you for asking me first inprivate chat if it was OK to do so. c:

Whenever he can get such a glorious day off, he would stillbe the early riser. That’s not to say he won’t take a second to cuddle and benear his S/O in the bed for just a moment before finding his feet to makebreakfast. The warmth of them against his chest, his lips buried against theirhair as he kisses them for a time before leaving to prepare for the morning.

Perhaps his S/O enjoys watching TV or playing video games.While he’ll gladly sit beside them and indulge in the activity, he would muchrather prefer to enjoy in the books he has on the shelf (or perhaps he’s on hisphone searching up new recipes—who can rightly say). He just really enjoysbeing beside the one he’s with.

He won’t be completely checked out from whatever it isthey’re doing. Ignis will constantly look up time and again and either commentabout the program in question or lightly joke about his S/O being stucksomewhere in a difficult part of a game they’re either enjoying or seethingover.

Ignis isn’t a complete homebody, however. He does like thethought of going out about the city with his S/O.

A walk to the park, a simple stroll to enjoy in the sightsand look at the stores—his fingers will slip through the divide of the one heloves, holding their touch close to him. Being busy and working all the time itis rare to have moments like this and he finds their presence relaxing andwarming to his heart.

Anything that brings a smile to his S/O’s face he willgladly find a means to buy it for them. A major part of him feels dreadful thathe cannot spend as many days as he’d wish for like this as work keeps him busyso frequently. If he is unable to be there, he wants something else to keep theone he loves smiling.

He loves a more meaningful and poetic way to express himselfwith the one he loves, hoping to convince them to go dancing with him later inthe evening.

Relationships are about meeting in the middle at least, soeven if the S/O isn’t keen on such a thing, they’ll gladly do it anyways justto spend what fleeting time they feel they have with Ignis.

A poetic means to have them in his arms, expressing in everygesture, every glance and every tender guiding of his legs as they brush everso gently against his S/O’s gives the tactician even more of a reason to smilein the halo of lights upon the dance floor.

He’d rather have all the time in the world that he couldjust to talk to and catch up with his S/O—not feel hurried, rushed, or toofocused on making dinner to truly have that chance. Eating out at a nice placewill give him the extra hours and precious minutes he needs to do so and remindthem once more how deeply he does care for the one he loves.

Once back home, a relaxing bath where he focuses on hisS/O’s comfort more than his? Probably. He wouldn’t turn down the idea ofsharing a bath with them. His fingers carefully running through the wet strandsof his S/O, carefully digging against the scalp to try and relax them after anystressful goings on during the week before taking tender care on the rest oftheir body. (A gentle embrace and a kiss or several will certainly occupy theact).

Relaxing once more in front of the TV with the one he adoresin his arms will be the perfect means in which to power down as the day comesto an unwelcome close. He’ll read to them, do his best to aid them in trying tosettle for the night ahead as Ignis takes in the last few moments he feels hemay have of freedom till having to return to work early tomorrow.

If he manages to get them to turn in earlier thanplanned, he’ll try to encourage a bit more than cuddling before bed if bothhave the energy for the sensual idea. If not, he will be more than happy tojust remain under the covers and cuddle with his S/O till they fall asleep.

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prettypinkbabyunicorn · 7 years

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When the day met the Night - Part 2, Chapter 2

Hi lovelies! If you’d like to be tagged please let me know, enjoy ♥️

I scanned the crowd looking for his face, the arrivals terminal was packed. I heard Bluebell squeal and pull her hand away from my mine. She’d spotted him before me. She flew into his arms, the squeals louder as he spun her around, kissing her cheeks and forehead laughing. I reached them both and he spread his arm out pulling me against him. “Hey baby” he whispered into my ear, kissing me gently. “Hey” I murmured looking up at him, my heart thumping madly at the sight of his beautiful smile. We gradually became aware of people taking their phones out and snapping pictures. “Let’s get out of here” he said in a low voice. I had caved.

We all lay on the bed, I smiled as I watched them interacting, both of them overjoyed to be together again. Bluebell sat on Jared’s lap playing with his bracelets, taking them from him and putting them on. Giving him her plastic colorful ones, in exchange for his silver ones. “I bought you some new clothes” he said excitedly, he put her on the bed and jumped up “wait here I’ll go get them” he said, darting out of the room, returning quickly holding a few bags, containing dresses and t-shirts and goodness knows what else. Clapping her hands, she started going through them all. She picked out every odd item she could find and changed into it. It was so mismatched but she looked adorable. Yet another trait she’d picked up from Jared. “So I told mom you guys are here, she’d love to have us over for dinner” he grinned, “should we go see grandma?” he said to Bluebell kissing her cheeks and nose, she nodded in agreement, “yes, I want grandma!”. “You don’t mind do you?” he asked smiling at me, “no of course not” I said getting up, he stood up as well and put her down. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me against his chest, my arms wrapped around his neck and my face tilted up to look at him. “God I missed you” he murmured against my lips. I nodded, kissing him softly. “I want you all to myself” I whispered, he chuckled, “me too” I sighed longingly. I felt a little hand on my thigh pushing us apart, “come on!” she cried, pulling her dads hand. He growled at her jokingly and she ran off laughing loudly, calling out for us to hurry up.

As always, dinner was wonderful. His mom was so warm and welcoming and much to Jared’s delight, we had become very close. Bluebell sat on the floor drawing, showing us what she was doing every few minutes, while we chatted and caught up on one another’s news. “Do you want to have a sleepover, Bluebell?” Constance asked her, her eyes lit up, but she looked over at her dad, torn between the two of them. “We can take the puppies for a walk and then we can have breakfast and I’ll bring you home, I’ve missed you” she continued hopefully. I could see Bluebell trying to decide. “How can you say no? That sounds like fun” said Jared smiling at her, as soon as she heard that she was happy, knowing that he didn’t mind and she quickly nodded, excitedly telling her grandma what to make her for breakfast. Constance just laughed and agreed, winking at us. “I thought you’d both like some time alone” she whispered to me as we packed up the coffee table, a little while later. “Well, thank you, that would be lovely” I said blushing lightly and trying to hide my smile. “So we’ll see you tomorrow sometime after breakfast” she said loudly now, “you guys get out of here” she said picking up Bluebell and walking us to the door. We said our goodbyes and were out of there and on our way home.

I had dozed off in the car on the way home. Before I knew it, Jared had gently woken me up and was now pulling me by the hand up the stairs to his bedroom. As soon as we were inside, the door slammed shut and he pushed me against the wall. His hands slipped into my hair and his lips crushed mine, a groan escaping his throat. We pulled apart gasping for breath. “Don’t rush” I murmured smiling at his impatience, I put my hand against his chest, creating a small space between us. He stood back and cocked his head, watching me, his breathing slowing down. I brought a hand up to the top of my shirt and started to slowly pull the buttons apart, one by one. As I got to the last one I looked up at him, he was staring at me intently. As our eyes met he nodded, “keep going” he said in a raspy voice. I slipped it off my shoulders and dropped it to the floor. My hands slid down down my stomach stopping at the top of my jeans. I popped the button and slowly dragged the zip down. I hooked my fingers into the waistband and pulled them down my legs kicking them off. I stood, back against the wall in my bra and panties. I chanced another glance at him, the look he gave me melted me to the spot. I felt the dampness between my legs increase. My eyes flitted down to his groin and I could see his cock, hard, straining against the fabric of his pants. My center started to throb at the thought of him buried inside me. I moved to take a step toward him but he held up a hand. “No, keep going” he said smugly, his was in full control now. I took a deep breath and my hands trembled slightly as I reached behind me to unhook my bra. I slipped it off my arms dangling it in front of me for a moment, before tossing it over to the pile of clothes. He raised an eyebrow at me and his tongue flicked out licking his bottom lip. My nipples hardened at the sight and I saw a shadow of a smile on his lips. He was enjoying the little show I was putting on for him, my heart raced as I watched him shift and I knew it was to give his ever straining cock more room. I bit my lip and I leant back against the wall. My hands moved down to my panties, instead of pulling them off, as I so desperately wanted to do, I ran my hand over the crotch. “So wet…” I said with a soft moan. I heard his sharp intake of breath, I didn’t dare look at him. I knew that would be my undoing, I quickly dropped my gaze to my breasts and grinned to myself. My hand moved up to grasp my breast and squeeze it gently, my fingers flicking my nipple. I moaned as I started rolling and pinching it. My other hand, slipped down the front of my panties. Just as I was about to slip my fingers into my folds, I felt his hands on me. “That’s enough!” he growled, I gasped in surprise and my head snapped up. His hands grabbed my wrists pulling them away from my body and up over my head. His lips crashed onto mine and he started to grind his erection against my pussy. He pulled away and still holding my wrists firmly, he led me toward the bed.

Bending me face down over the side. His hands grasped my panties and pulled them down my legs. I stepped out of them. His hands ran over my ass cheeks, squeezing gently and pulling them apart. I squirmed slightly, imagining his view, this only made me throb even more. “You’re so wet baby” he finally said, in a low hoarse voice. I nodded with a soft, “yes”, it was all I could manage. He knelt down behind me, pulling my cheeks apart again. “Spread your legs” he ordered, I quickly complied, widening my stance. Suddenly I felt his tongue on me, twirling around my clit, licking between my folds, running his tongue firmly up past my dripping hole to my ass. I groaned, loudly now, pushing myself back against his mouth. His hands pulled my cheeks wider and I felt his tongue at my hole, pushing into me. I moaned loudly clutching at the sheets as his tongue continued to torture me. Just as I was about to fall apart he pulled away. I cried out at the loss of his tongue. He let out a short, low chuckle. “Don’t rush” he said, echoing my words from earlier, but I had lost my patience about ten minutes ago. He stood up positioning himself at my side. I could feel his cock pressing against my thigh, but he made no move to take off his pants just yet. He grasped my hip with one hand and I felt the other move down to my pussy. I sighed in pleasure as I felt his fingers slide into my wetness, stroking me up and down, circling my clit, eliciting gasps of pleasure. I felt him slide in one finger, then another and he pumped them in and out of me. He wasted no time, pushing me quickly to the peak, I cried out loudly as my orgasm hit me, my entire body shaking and leaving me panting. I had collapsed on my front onto the bed. I was grateful he’d given me a quick release, I don’t think I would have been able to last long, the frustration of the last few weeks finally easing slightly. I heard him laugh, “that was quick” he said, I nodded breathing hard, “I was… I really missed you… couldn’t wait….” I stammered, he had a way of leaving me incoherent. He stepped back and I watched him finally pull off his tee, he slid his pants off along with his jockeys. He moved in behind me, before I’d even had time to catch my breath, he was inside me. I was still shaking from my orgasm as he grabbed hold of my hips and in one swift movement he thrust into me, burying himself deeply as a loud growl escaped his throat. He set a brutal pace, thrusting into me, my body slamming against the bed. I didn’t care I was on fire. Incredibly my body was quickly climbing once again, I could tell my orgasm was near. I felt my body fall, losing my myself in the sweet ecstasy of release, I cried out his name my walls tightened around him. He grasped my hair with one hand and my hip with the other, as he desperately fought to get a tighter grip on me. His grunts got louder and his movements more frantic as he rushed towards his release. He gave a few final deep thrusts and finally let go, pouring his heart and soul into me. The groan that I heard from deep in his chest made my heart race faster and my head spin. It was primal and pure. His body shuddered and he slowly became still, out breathing hard but starting to return to normal. He finally pulled out and climbed up on the bed. He helped me up, laying me down next to him and he pulled me close to his body, nuzzling into my neck. “You belong here with me, don’t leave me baby” he murmured. “Let’s talk tomorrow” I sighed, he often tried to coax me to agree to things when I was vulnerable and in my post orgasm haze and he was trying to do it again. “No, baby, please, promise me, promise you’ll stay” he insisted in a sleepy, sexy voice. I tried to shake my head clear, “tomorrow Jared, no more talk now” I said yawning. He gave a small disappointed grunt, but said no more. I slowly drifted off to sleep with his hand lazily stroking my thigh.

#when the day met the night #chapter two #part two

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