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literaryavenger · 2 months

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Birthday Kiss

Summary: It's Bucky's birthday and he decides to spend it with his best friend, Steve, and Steve's little sister, you.

Pairing: 40s!Bucky Barnes x Rogers!Reader, Brother!Steve Rogers x Sister!Reader

Warnings: Angst. Idiots in love. Fluff. Vague mentions to sex. Language 'cause I can't help myself. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 3.4K

Prompt: "So what should I say?" "when?" "when I love someone." "you should say it"

A/N: Since it's almost Bucky's birthday I wanted to celebrate it with my first fic with 40s Bucky! He's one of my favorite Buckys and I've been wanting to write about him for a while and I finally got this idea! Hope someone enjoys it! In my mind this happens like a year before Captain America: The First Avenger, so Bucky is turning 25, Steve is 23 and the Reader is 21, but you can always imagine any age you want. As always, any ideas for fics are appreciated!

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You enter the room to see Bucky is hanging out in yours and Steve's apartment, like he always does, sitting down at the window, smoking a cigarette and reading the evening newspaper while a football game plays on the television in the living room and Steve sits on the couch, drawing on his notebook.

You're used to Bucky being here, he's your big brother's best friend and you've come to be very close friends with him too, even if you wished there was more.

As clichè as it is to have a crush on your brother's best friend, you couldn't help it. He was handsome and funny, and he's always sweet and protective of you.

You've known him since you were 9 years old, and he's the only family you have left other than Steve.

"Is this really how you're going to spend your birthday?" You ask Bucky as you sit on the couch next to Steve.

Bucky turns around towards you with a bright smile, his blue eyes lighting up as soon as he sees you, like they always do whenever he's around you.

He puts out the cigarette and stands up, walking over to you, sitting down on your other side and pulling you into a side hug.

"Hey, doll. I didn't think you were gonna be here today." He says, although he seems more happily surprised by your presence than disappointed.

"I live here, Barnes." You tease him with a smile. "Unlike you."

He rolls his eyes playfully as Steve snickers next to you while he keeps drawing. "I know that. I meant, I thought you were gonna be out with your friends tonight."

"I didn't feel like it." You dismiss him quickly, not wanting to actually say out loud that you'd rather spend his birthday with him doing nothing than go out with your friends, so you try to casually change the subject. "I thought you'd at least want to spend today with Dot."

Dot isn't actually Bucky's girlfriend, they've been on a few dates and you've seen them together a couple of times, but Bucky introduced her to you as a friend so you don't think they're that serious.

Not that Bucky ever is, girls are always all over him and he takes advantage of that. He's a ladies man.

But you try not to worry too much about his love life, not wanting to hurt yourself more than knowing Bucky will never see you like that already does.

"Well, I wanted to spend my birthday with my favorite pair of siblings. She can give me my birthday kiss tomorrow." He says with a grin while ruffling your hair.

"So... What's been going on with you lately, doll? Anything interesting happening in your life?" He asks curiously after a pause, genuinely wanting to know more about your day-to-day activities and experiences.

"I... Well, I went on my first date." You say shyly while playing with the edge of your dress.

Bucky's eyes widen in surprise, his interest piqued by your sudden confession. "First date? Who was it with? How'd it go?" He asks with what seems like excitement but mentally preparing himself to potentially become jealous or possessive no matter who you mention.

"It was fine..." You say quietly, still not looking at him. "It just wasn't... It wasn't what I was expecting..."

Bucky senses something off in your tone and expression, and immediately becomes concerned. He places a gentle hand on your knee, trying to comfort you without making it too obvious.

"What happened, doll? Did things not go as well as you hoped they would? Are you feeling okay?" He asks softly, trying to gauge whether or not you want to open up about what happened during your date and if there's anything he can do to make it better.

You don't really know how to answer his question, so you don't, simply glancing at him before looking away and shrugging.

"Tell me what happened, I'm here for you no matter what. If that guy hurt your feelings or made you uncomfortable, I'll kick his ass for sure." He promises fiercely, his protective instincts kicking into high gear whenever you seem vulnerable or upset.

You giggle weakly at his protectiveness but still don't look at him, so he takes your chin gently but firmly and makes you look at him. "Tell me what happened on your date. Was it some creep who tried to grope you or something worse? Because if he did, I swear to god I will find him and break his fucking legs."

"That's not it, Bucky." You say quickly. "It's just... He just... He wasn't..." You. He wasn't you. That's what you want to tell him, but you can't, so you sigh and shrug again. "He just wasn't my type."

Bucky knew what was your type. He knew he was your type, he has seen you ogle him countless times when he walked past you or sat near you.

He also knew that you had never shown any interest in any of the men who approached you, always dismissing them as not good enough for you. Or at least that's why he thought you did.

Glancing at Steve before looking back at you again, Bucky says quietly. "Well, that's too bad for him I guess."

"It doesn't matter, I'm not seeing him again." I say quietly, avoiding both Steve and Bucky's eyes.

Bucky's brow furrowed in confusion, he couldn't believe you were so quick to give up on a potential relationship just because the guy didn't live up to your impossible standards.

"Doll, you gotta give guys more of a chance. They ain't all as bad as you seem to think they are." He scolds you playfully, but there was also a hint of underlying irritation in his tone as he takes a long sip from his beer bottle.

You glance at him before looking away again. "So... You think I should go on another date with that guy?" You ask quietly.

Bucky thought for a moment, weighing the pros and cons of pushing you to go on another date with the mystery guy. "Yeah, actually. I mean, if you think he's worth giving a second chance, then why not? And if he turns out to be a total dud again, then at least you can say you gave it a shot. But only if you're really sure he's worth your time though. Don't waste it on some loser who doesn't appreciate everything you have to offer."

He advised you, trying to strike a balance between being supportive and challenging you to take risks when it came to relationships. "But whatever you decide, don't let me pressure you into doing something you don't want to do. You've gotta follow your heart, doll."

"You know, Stevie doesn't care this much about who I date, and he's my older brother." You tease Bucky while glancing at Steve.

Bucky snorts in amusement, "Yeah well, I'm not your brother, sweetheart, but I'm your friend and your wingman, and I'll be damned if I'm gonna sit back and watch you throw away a potential chance to be happy. Now come on, make up your mind already. Are you gonna give the guy another chance or not?" He pressed, playfully but determinedly.

You look at his face for a moment before looking away again and sighing. "I'm not." You say quietly but firmly. "I'm not going on a second date with that guy." You clarify.

Bucky felt his jaw tighten a little as he realized that you had completely ignored his previous suggestion and were instead deciding against giving the guy a second chance.

He didn't like the idea of you potentially missing out on something good due to your own stubbornness, but he also knew that he couldn't force you to do anything you didn't truly want to do.

"Well, fuck. Guess that settles that then," He said after a moment of silence, trying to hide his disappointment but failing miserably. "You're really gonna just throw that opportunity away? Fine, suit yourself, I guess. But don't expect me to hold your hand or anything when you get sad because you're alone. You're on your own with that shit."

"I guess I am." You say quietly before getting up from the couch and going to the window, climbing into the emergency staircase to go up to the roof, like you do most nights to watch the stars.

Bucky watches you leave, feeling a mix of frustration and concern as he realizes that you're retreating to your usual spot on the roof rather than staying and talking to him.

He wants to call after you, to make sure you're okay, but he knows better than to push you if you need time alone.

Instead, he takes a deep breath and tries to focus on the present moment, reminding himself that sometimes people need space and time to themselves.

"Fine. Have it your way," he calls after you, knowing that there isn't much else he can do in this situation. "But don't think for a second that I won't be keeping an eye on you up there. You better not try anything stupid."

You roll your eyes but don't stop, going up to the roof, that's right above yours and Steve's apartment, and sitting on the picnic blanket you and Steve use every night.

After a few minutes someone else comes to the roof and you can tell it's Steve by the light steps. "You sure you want to let Bucky alone in our apartment, Stevie? I'm afraid he might burn it down." You joke weakly without turning around to look at him, your eyes locked in the city's skyline.

Steve chuckles and you can feel him sitting down next to you. It's not the first time you sit together on the roof, everybody in your apartment building knows this is the Rogers siblings' spot.

You don't say anything and neither does Steve, and you're especially glad he doesn't say anything when he sees a tear falling down your cheek but simply wraps his arm around you as you lay your head on his shoulder.

"What's going on in your head, little sis?" Steve asks you after you stop crying.

You try to gather your thoughts, trying to find a way to make sense of everything swirling in your head. You take a deep breath before you pull away slightly and turn your head towards the city again. "What should I say?" You ask quietly.

"When?" Steve asks with a frown.

"When I love someone." I clarify looking back at him.

"You should say it." He tells you firmly. It's not the first time you've talked about this, Steve knows about your feelings for Bucky and like a good big brother he always tells you to express yourself. "You should tell him."

You sigh and look away from him and back to the New York skyline. "I don't know, Stevie..."

"Why not, Bambi?" You smile softly at his use of your childhood nickname because Bambi is your favorite book, but then you shake your head.

"Have you seen the way he looks at Dot? I have no chance with him. I'm not his type." You say with conviction.

"You really don't see it?" Steve ask, getting a little frustrated.

"See what?" You ask confusedly while looking back at him.

"The difference between you and her is that he looks at her like she's the prettiest girl in the world," Steve says and your heart sinks so you look away from him, but he still goes on. "but when he looks at you it's like... It's like maybe you're magic. He looks at you with such reverence and respect. He looks at you like if he could just have you in his arms, everything would be okay. Like if he had you, nothing could touch him. He looks at you like he just realized what love is."

Steve pauses and grabs your chin gently to make you look at him before finishing. "He loves you. Anyone can see that. You're just too blind to notice it."

Steve kisses your forehead and then gets up and goes back inside to the apartment, leaving you to think about everything he said.

You lay down on the picnic towel on the ground of the roof and look up at the stars. Could Steve be right? Does Bucky really love you back but you just haven't noticed?

If Bucky had feelings for you, certainly you would've noticed.

Yes, he's protective of you and he's always happy to have you around, but you've been friends for over a decade and he is your brother's best friend, so he probably sees you as just that. His best friend's sister.

But he never did treat you like Steve's annoying little sister.

Even when you were kids he always tried to include you in their games and literally held your hand whenever the three of you went somewhere, like the park a few blocks over.

He would always coo on you when you got any scrapes while playing and kiss your boo-boos away.

He's always been very sweet to you and he stood up for you as much as he did for Steve whenever someone bothered you.

But could that really be actual love? Or is it just affection for a girl he's known since you were little and sees as his own little sister?

You rub your eyes before putting your hands behind your head, getting comfortable while looking at the sky full of stars.

In the meantime, Bucky heard everything from the window of your apartment.

He couldn't deny the truth of what Steve had said, he did look at you with a sense of reverence and respect, like you held the key to unlocking his heart and making everything else in his life fall into place.

But he also knew that he had to tread carefully, to approach you in the right way or risk scaring you off completely.

As much as he wanted to take control of the situation and make things happen on his terms, he knew that he needed to let you come to him, to give you space to process everything that Steve told you and to allow you time to realize how much you actually mean to him.

As Steve climbs back into the window, he gives Bucky a pointed look and a pat in the back, silently encouraging him to talk to you.

Bucky takes a deep breath and then climbs into the stairs, getting to the roof but not getting any closer to you. He's determined to talk to you, but his nerves are getting the best of him.

You can hear Bucky coming to the roof and when he doesn't move closer you frown slightly but think he's just giving you a moment before sitting next to you.

When he stays put for a couple of minutes, you roll your eyes and with a small smile you say "You can come lay down next to me, if you want." Loudly enough for him to hear, your eyes never leaving the stars above you.

Bucky's heart skips a beat as he hears your invitation, and without hesitation he steps forward and drops down onto the towel beside you.

You can tell he's trying to keep his movements quiet, not wanting to startle you or disturb your peaceful contemplation.

He lays there quietly for a few moments, taking in the sight of you lying there so effortlessly beautiful, before finally speaking.

"You have no idea how much I wanted to hear those words coming from your mouth," he whispers and moves closer to you, placing one arm around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder, feeling incredibly vulnerable by the fact that you were so physically close and you were allowing him to get even closer.

"Thanks for letting me do this," he added, indicating the embrace.

"It's not the first time we've watched the stars together, Buck..." You whisper back, resting your head on his while willing your heart to stop beating so fast.

Bucky smiles softly, feeling a warm sense of contentment wash over him as he wraps his arms around you, feeling incredibly grateful for this moment of intimacy between the two of you.

He can feel the gentle weight of your body against his, and it feels like the most natural thing in the world. He listens to the sound of your breathing, feeling his heartbeat slow down as he takes comfort in your presence.

"Yeah, it's not the first time... But it feels different tonight." He whispers back, feeling a newfound confidence and boldness coursing through his veins.

He moves even closer to you, pressing his face against your neck and inhaling deeply, savoring the scent of your skin. "I've always... I've always wanted to hold you like this."

"I... I always wanted you to..." You whisper back hesitantly and bite your lip when he presses his face against your neck, almost scared to move, worried that if you do it'll ruin the moment.

Bucky feels a surge of pleasure course through his body as he hears your response, knowing that you too cherished these special moments with him.

When you don't say anything at his physical contact he continues to hold you tightly, feeling a deep sense of connection growing between you.

He presses his lips against your neck, gently kissing and nibbling on your skin, feeling a newfound desire burning within him that he had never experienced before.

He wants more than anything to take things further, to remove your clothing and explore every inch of your body with his hands and mouth, but he forces himself to remain patient and wait for your signal that you actually want something more intimate.

"You know... I've always been afraid to show you how much I really care about you," he whispers into your ear, his voice barely audible over the sound of the city below them.

"Steve thinks you love me..." You say quietly, hoping to god that your idiot brother is right for once in his life.

Bucky freezes a little, feeling a mixture of relief and surprise wash over him. He's surprised at your boldness but so relieved that the truth is finally out there.

But he also knows you well enough to know that if he wants you to truly believe that he loves you, then he has to act quickly to prove it to you and make sure that you never doubt his feelings again.

"Yeah... I do love you, Doll. More than anything else in this world. And I'm sorry that I didn't say it sooner... But I was afraid to lose you." He admits quietly, as he takes your face in his hands.

"You really mean that?" You ask quietly, a mix of hope and uncertainty clear in your voice.

"I do." He says without hesitation while he looks at your beautiful face turned towards his. "And I want to spend the rest of my life showing you just how much I care about you."

The smile that comes to your face is so bright that it feels to Bucky like the sun suddenly came up in the middle of the night.

"I know you already gave me a birthday gift," He says, referring to the jacket you gave him this morning. "But can I ask you for one more?"

You're definitely curious about what he wants so you nod. "Sure, what is it?"

"Can you give me a birthday kiss?" He asks quietly while brushing a strand of hair aways from your face and behind your ear.

You blush a little and can't help but smile because he wants a birthday kiss from you, not Dot or any other girl, and you nod slowly as you start leaning in.

Bucky meets you halfway and when your lips touch it feels like fireworks, your stomach filling with butterflies while he brings you closer to him while deepening the kiss.

After a few minutes you both pull away for air, breathing heavily while looking at each other. "Wow." Is all he says after a moment.

You giggle and bite your lip. "Happy birthday, Bucky." You say softly and give him a kiss on the cheek before settling back against him, your head on his chest as you look up at the stars.

Bucky wraps his arms around you, kissing the top of your head and then relaxes while looking up too, more content than ever to finally have you in his arms.

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quaissants · 17 days

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ISA LANG ୨୧ PARK JONGSEONG ˒ JAY

purpose born to be niki coded, transformed into arthur nery coded ・ gender neutral reader + word count 857 genre fluff .. angst .. best friends au warnings mention of food note i swear this is based on a dialogue prompt but i forgot the user — return to the academy

jay wasn’t made for late nights.

as much as he doesn’t want to stir guilt within his best friend, he struggles to conceal the symptoms. swallowed by his wrinkled hoodie, he curls his tired figure against the headboard. the light hum of the air conditioning can’t conceal the yawns that falter from his lips every now and then.

through half-lidded eyes, he watches you huff one more time during your battle with your phone. jay may be sleepy, but he hasn’t breached the line between reality and fantasy. how could he when you’re so eager to show him something?

apparently you’d finally taken the near-full storage warning seriously and begun your trip down memory lane. it wasn’t the easiest task to fulfill, but for the integrity of your phone’s health (and future mementos that you were definitely going to earn), it was about time. besides, it’d brought you back to this elusive picture—that had sunk into the trenches of your gallery once more because you forgot that making a folder or saving it in favorites exist—that jay was just a little eager to see.

the bespectacled male’s frames hang on the precipice right when you exclaim, “here, finally found it!”

it’s almost comical how quickly he sits up the moment the announcement comes. he doesn’t like the taste of caffeine during hours like this, yet he absorbs the side effects of your excitement so eagerly. of course, he’ll always defend himself by claiming the circumstances are different—you’re different.

shuffling closer until he can feel your warmth—and smell your apple-cinnamon scented fabric softener—pressed next to him, he looks down at your phone screen. truthfully, and with little thoughts he had during the passing hour, he’d expected to see a picture of from a special occasion, your friends and family. if he had to stretch a little, perhaps a picture of your ex who triggered some sirens in his mind.

(only god, and his other best friends, know how relieved he was to learn that his radar weren’t far off. that, and you had believed him even when he himself was doubting his own instincts. he saved you a chapter of migraines and arguments.)

but no, he was actually staring at himself. well, his past self, but still him—park jay. your partner in crime, go-to consultant for a variety of matters (specializing in both look and cook books), best friend for this life and the following ones.

and he doesn’t even try to hide his confusion. “that’s.. me.”

“obviously,” you laugh, unintentionally drawing more invisible question marks over his head. “see, that’s one of the ways i knew you had fallen so deep into that conversation. i’d also forgotten to turn off the shutter sound at the time, but you didn’t flinch.”

as intently as he stares at the photo, jay can’t recall this moment in particular. he still owns that denim jacket, but it’s been a while since he’s seen those natural mocha tresses. his jaw’s a little sharper, but his eyes retain that soft edge you claim he possesses. with so many contrasts, it throws him off the timeline. but it’s not like he keeps track of things he himself says anyway, so he doubts he’ll remember without a refresher.

“wait, pause right there.. what was i talking about?”

“i can’t remember either.”

..that felt like the antonym of what he was looking for.

obviously amused by jay’s bewildered expression, you decide to throw him a stem. “i don’t think i was even part of the conversation in the first place. we were at jake’s birthday party, yet you, him, and sunghoon seemed to forget about that since the three of you were mostly glued to the living room. if heeseung hadn’t called you guys over so the birthday boy could blow out the candles, we would have cut the cake already.”

oh that; jay can remember that part. it’s not that he has favorites you’re his number one but when he and his fellow liner friends land in the same space and time, they’re bound to talk as if they haven’t seen each other in years. ironic, since he’s pretty sure they were just chatting on discord about their genshin pulls a few hours before the party, but he digresses.

“right, but still, what’s up with this picture? was it just a random snap for your photo dump?” he asks, more curious than anything else; definitely more than tired.

“i just really liked how passionate you seemed to be in that moment. you were so.. expressive, i guess? like, even if i had no idea what you were talking about, i could tell that it meant a lot to you. and then you’d do these small gestures to paint a more clear picture for the two, even add some silly sound effects to the moves. our other friends would smile or even chuckle over how enthusiastic you sounded before returning to their conversations, whereas i was pretty much stuck watching you go on and on.”

“sounds like i had you wrapped around my finger then.” he jests, lighthearted words complemented by the slight curve of his rosy lips.

you play along; rolling your eyes like it hurt to admit it. “i mean you’re not that far off. god, i almost fell in love with you then.”

god, he wish you had.

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catt-leya · 1 year

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Hiiii

I was wondering if you could write a fic with the prompts; 1,9, and 17 :)

If not it’s okay! Have a good day!!

Drunk (18+) || Rick Grimes

1. This cock isn't going to suck itself

9. Don't give me that look

17. I really dont care, you look hot and I'm trying not to fuck you senseless right now

Summary: You are wearing a red lipstick at a party and Rick can't get his eyes off you.

Trigger: dirty talk, semi public sex and my smutty stuff

With your lips pressed together, you stare into the mirror in front of you and try to suppress the slight tremor in your hand.

Concentrating, you frown and try not to paint yourself on, like a clown.

It's been ages since you've put on makeup, and when your best friend Charlie brought you that dark red lipstick, you didn't expect to even touch it, but now that she's decided to celebrate her birthday the way it used to be done, with plenty of alcohol and music, you've decided to give the lipstick a try.

The only problem is that you haven't been this stressed in a long time, as you have been for the last 20 minutes trying to somehow get this nonsense together.

You hold your breath and before you can draw the final line, your boyfriend calls out from the kitchen, "Honey? Is everything okay? You've been in the bathroom a long time."

Tense, you answer loudly, "Five minutes, then we can go. Are you wearing the shirt I laid out for you?"

You hear an approving hum and turn your attention back to lipstick's instrument of torture.

Concentrating, you pull the last line and lean back to inspect your work.

You didn't go overboard with the makeup, but the lipstick is fierce.

Unfortunately, you also have no idea how well it will hold up and where you'll end up leaving lipstick marks when you're drunk too, but for now, you look good.

Especially with the white dress, you look like you did before the walker Invasion.

You set your lipstick down on the edge of the sink and turn away from the mirror to walk over to your boyfriend, who is surprisingly patiently waiting for you.

As you go round the corner, he's just rolling up the second sleeve from the blue shirt you picked out for him.

Rick looks so good in that blue shirt that you mentally pat yourself on the back.

Quietly, you clear your throat, "I'm ready."

Smiling, he turns to you and freezes when he sees you.

You stare openly at him, too, because he looks so…clean.

There's usually dirt stuck to his face and he's wearing his pants, which are probably older than you are.

But today he's wearing new pants and his hair is neatly combed back, too.

Not to mention his beard, which he's trimmed, and his eyes, which only shine brighter at the sight of you.

Rick always thinks you're beautiful. Whether you walk up to him drenched in walker blood or wearing one of his old shirts.

But today you look to him as if you had fallen straight from heaven and he was not worthy of you at all.

The short white dress hugs your thighs and the thin straps of the dress leave a lot to his imagination.

But the red lipstick takes away all innocence from the dress.

He can't help but stare at your lips and is sure that every guy at the party would turn to look at you.

Even when you're out in shorts, he sees guys looking around for you, but today they'll be lusting after you and he'll have to block everything and everyone out without thinking too long about how your red lips might leave marks on his skin.

He pulls himself together not to gape openly at you and reaches out a hand to you, "You look incredible."

The way he looks at you and tries to reach for you brings a blush to your face, and you clear your throat softly as your fingers cup his, "You look great too, Rick."

As soon as he can touch you, he pulls you to him.

He's pulled so hard on your hand that you're swaggering against him, having to brace yourself with your hand against his chest to keep from landing face down in his pretty blue shirt and soaking it completely, "Wow, slow."

Greedily, his gaze slides back to your lips and you lightly punch his broad chest, "Don't even think about it. It took me forever to get the lipstick like that, so you can give me a kiss on the cheek, but stay the hell away from my mouth."

You see his eyes slide to your neckline for a moment before he looks you in the eye again and smiles slightly, "I love you."

Your heart warms and you turn your cheek to him, "I love you too and now give me that kiss already. I deserve it."

As you demand, he leans forward and presses his soft lips to your heated cheek before murmuring softly against your skin, "You smell so damn good."

When Rick speaks as softly as he does now, his voice is a little deeper than normal and your whole body reacts to this small change.

Of course he senses it and asks in that exact tone, "You sure you don't want me to ruin that lipstick?"

His hips are pressed against you and his closeness clouds your thoughts so you almost say 'Do it', but at the last moment you break away from him and shake your head laughing, "Stop it."

Rick lowers his head a little to look at you through his lashes, knowing full well you're going for it, but you lift a finger and wave it back and forth in front of him, "That's it. Stop hitting on me like that. It's not fair."

His smile widens and he gives you a quick nod, "And I don't think the dress is fair."

Playfully, you roll your eyes and walk past him to the door, "I'm sure Charlie's waiting."

As you expected, an extremely large amount of alcohol is flowing and you wonder how Charlie was able to find these masses in the first place, but when she falls around your neck and shortly after also presses the first glass of wine into your hand, you already don't care so much anymore.

At the effusive greeting, Rick has taken his hand off your back and after Charlie has fallen around his neck too, he announces that he's going to go find Daryl.

Once he's out of earshot, I quietly ask Charlie, "How did you get Daryl to show up here? He's not into that at all."

Coquettishly, she adjusts her dark green dress and chirps, "I have some talents that can be extremely persuasive, sweetheart."

Laughing, I shake my head, preferring not to ask further.

"Red looks really good on you," she says with a wink and grabs my hand, "Come on. The others were already betting on when you'd show up and your lover would finally get his hands off you."

In fact, you never expected to find a best friend in Alexandria, let alone a group of four people who are incredibly important to you.

But now you're heading toward your friends Jon, Ellen, and Marc with Charlie, and you're pulled right in by the latter, "Well, here you are at last."

Grinning, you take a sip from your glass, "You guys act like I arrived hours late, when it's maybe half an hour. Tops."

Ellen raises her glass of bronze-colored liquid to her lips and finishes it in my gulp before wiggling her eyebrows, "So what happened in that half hour."

You take a sip from your glass, too, "Stop with the dirty thoughts. It's not like we're gonna fuck all day."

Quietly, Charlie mutters, "That's not what I heard."

"What?" you stare at her and she shrugs her shoulders with a grin, "Harry takes care of the gardens, and on the odd occasion he once told me that you two were doing it like rabbits. Besides, you both like to leave the windows open and when he cuts the bushes, he hears interesting things. Especially how your lover likes to order you to bend over and-"

Before she can finish the sentence, you tear yourself away from Marc and press your hand over her mouth, "Okay, got it. Harry? Seriously?"

Wordlessly she nods and you take dhand from her lips, "How old is he, 15? 16?"

Jon stares to the other side of the room and purses his lips, "Bullshit. He's 20 and probably so horny without access to porn that he'll happily listen to your free show."

Shit.

But there are worse things in the world than a boyfriend who loves you immensely and a 20 year old who tells around that Rick likes to make you his little slut during sex.

Sighing, you raise your glass, "Let's get another round. After all, we have to toast to my terrific sex life."

It doesn't stay with this one round and at some point Jon disappears to, in his words, 'test out what this guy is like' and by that he means a guy who came to Alexandria a few days ago and hasn't been able to take his eyes off Jon since and the other way around, it hasn't been any better.

Your field of vision wavers a bit as you look to Charlie and Marc, who are discussing whether vodka or tequila is the better alcohol, as large hands lay on your stomach from behind.

You wince briefly, but quickly realize that it's only Rick, who is completely drunk and presses himself against you from behind.

You wait to see what he's up to, and you don't have to wait long before he lowers his head and murmurs in your ear, "I hate that these guys are looking at you like they can have you."

Fueled by the alcohol, you press your ass against his crotch, "What guys?"

His breath is hot and heavy as he hums, "To your left at the bar."

Your gaze slides to the bar Rick described and sure enough, there are three men you've seen from time to time on the streets of Alexandria sitting there staring at you, one of them less in your face and more focused on your body. They don't seem to care that their leader has his crotch pressed against you, his hands sliding from your belly over your ribs and holding under your breasts.

Only his thumb brushes the underside of your breasts and you take a shaky breath, "Touch me."

He laughs hoarsely against your neck, "Dirty girl. Right here? Where everyone can see how well your tits fit in my hands?"

You don't take your eyes off the three men and breathlessly say, "Yes, Rick. Now."

You're tipsy, but Rick is drunk to the core and doesn't give a damn that you've invited him to touch you in public, and reaches out with his right hand to grab your breast.

His hand fits your boob perfectly and you gasp softly, "They are still looking at me."

"Why are you telling me this?" he growls against your neck and as he squeezes tighter, you sigh softly, "Because I want you to realize that they can stare at me as long as they want, but you're the one who gets to touch me like this."

A 'fuck' slips from Rick's lips as you press harder against his hardening cock, and he sends a shove prayer to the heavens that he's had a few too many glasses, but not so much that he can't fuck you anymore.

Your nipple in his hand tightens and sliding a hand to your thigh, you gasp softly, "I have a secret to tell you, Rick."

He starts spreading wet kisses down your neck, mumbling between them, "Hmmm," so you say in a raspy voice, "I didn't have panties to go with the dress because you would have seen everything under the white dress, so I didn't wear any at all."

It takes a few seconds before it gets through to Rick that you're naked down below, and he could just stuff his fingers in your pussy right now without having to worry about disturbing layers of fabric first.

His cock presses uncomfortably against his pants and just as he's about to slide his hand under your dress, Charlie shrieks, "Guys. For real now? We're standing right next to you."

Tighter than Rick would have given her credit for, she grabs his wrist and tugs his hand off your thigh, "Rick Grimes. Stop drunkenly groping my best friend right now while you're still at my party."

Rick freezes behind you and you can't hold back your laughter as you see Charlie's face, "Oops?"

At that, you wonder how she even knows it's her birthday. Especially since you can't even tell what month it is, but you actually trust Charlie to have been counting, so you don't question it further and she shakes her head with a grin, "New episode for Harry?"

Confused, Rick looks first at Charlie and then at you, "Huh?"

It occurs to you that Rick doesn't know anything yet about you having a 20 year old in your backyard and instead of telling him, you gently push his hand off your boob and intertwine his fingers with yours instead.

Reluctantly, he allows you to pull his hand from your soft tit and breathes a feather-light kiss on your cheek as you look to your best friend with eyes glittering with anticipation, "We'll be right back."

He can't help but grin victoriously in the direction of the three idiots as you pull him by his hand through the clusters of people and Charlie yells after you over the music, "Not in my room."

To be honest, he doesn't even know where you're going with him, but he's sure he'll get his money's worth, so he stumbles more than walks after you and lets you push him into a small bathroom that adjoins the living room.

He takes a few steps inside and his eyes have to adjust to the sparse light of the candles standing around before he turns to you and watches you push the door shut with your back and look at him with huge eyes.

The candlelight flatters Rick's already handsome features immensely and you can't stop looking at him.

You've barely seen Rick since you arrived at the party a few hours ago, and now you wonder how that was even possible.

The shirt sits tight against his shoulders and his forearms are only accentuated by the rolled up sleeves, making your heart beat faster.

Your eyes wander back up to his face and the way a few curls fall into his forehead makes your knees go weak. He looks so bold and like your biggest dream at the same time.

God, he's beautiful.

It's almost ridiculous how easily he can read what you're thinking about in your face, and the look you're giving him right now leaves nothing to the imagination.

He realizes he doesn't have the smallest ego, but when you look at him like you'll do anything for him, it just drives it up.

"Get on your knees," is all you need to hear to groan softly, and though your first reaction would be to do exactly what he's asking, you bat your eyelashes seductively, "You're ruining my lipstick with that, Rick." And at the same time you couldn't care less, but you just want to tease him a little, which works very well, because by doing so you draw his gaze to your mouth and his drunken brain can't force him to look you in the eye instead.

When you part your lips to take a deep breath, he doesn't care how rude he sounds as he growls, "On. Your. Knees. This cock isn't going to suck itself."

You hesitate for a brief moment, wondering if you want to take it any further, but decide against it because you can't wait to hear Rick's deep growl yourself as he thrusts his tip all the way down your throat.

So you take a few small steps towards him and submissively drop to your knees in front of him and look up at him.

He would probably never forget the image of you kneeling in front of him in your innocent dress without panties and about to spread your red lipstick on his hard cock.

How you're looking at him with wide eyes and he could take it all from you.

The cool tile under your knees makes the pressure between your legs a little more bearable as you watch Rick pull his pants and boxers down to his thighs and hold his cock in front of your face.

He loves to see you waiting to finally start and when you open your pretty mouth, he doesn't hesitate for a second before pushing his tip between your lips and having to grab the sink rim next to him at the sensation to keep from pushing his cock all the way down your throat.

Still wide-eyed, you look up at him as he fills your mouth and he reaches into your hair, "Don't give me that look."

You know full well that looking at him while you suck him off drives him crazy, but you save that privilege for right now and temporarily fix your eyes on his cock, sliding it into your mouth again and again, leaving red screams from your lips each time.

Rick grip in your hair is so tight that you can barely move more than back and forth and when it almost hurts, you put your hands on his thighs and dig your fingers in.

It's not long before he's just holding your head in place, moaning as he thrusts deep into your throat again and again.

Each thrust brings tears to your eyes and when he slides so deep into your mouth that your nose hits his pubic bone, you gag.

The gag reflex makes Rick's cock twitch and when you think you can't breathe anymore, you look up at him.

Staring down at you with his mouth open, he can't believe he deserves you.

Seeing you like this is more than he deserves.

How tears run down your cheeks because you don't want to disappoint him and try as hard as you can not to gag.

How all your lipstick is smeared and your fingers cling to his thighs as he fucks your mouth.

Another vibration goes through his body as you start to gag again and he pulls you away from his cock moaning.

His whole body is screaming to cum in your mouth and make you swallow it all, but he knows you're wet and without your panties, it's probably sticking to your thighs, which he's dying to see.

As soon as he lets go of you, you support yourself with your hands on the cold tiles below you and take a gasping breath.

Your makeup has become so indifferent in the last few minutes that you wipe your cheeks with the back of your hand and dry your tears, not caring if you now look like something out of a horror movie.

You take one last deep breath and then softly gasp, "I love you. I'm sorry I couldn't stop gagging. I can do better than that."

Only then do you look at him again and he bites his lower lip hard, "I know, honey."

You feel the need to please him, and that includes giving him the kind of blowjob he can actually expect from you.

But today went anything but as you expected, and he nods to the door and growls, "Go."

Pleading, you look him in the eye, "Don't send me away. Let me try again. Please."

You couldn't stand to have to wait outside the door while he jerks off because you weren't able to satisfy him.

But before you can go back to begging, he brushes a few strands of hair out of your face and smiles gently at you, "Relax. I'm not sending you away."

He puts a hand to your chin and strokes your swollen lower lip with his thumb, "You did good, honey."

Briefly, he slips his thumb between your lips, but before you can suck on it, he withdraws his hand and murmurs, "But you're probably so wet you're soaking the whole floor. Do you really think I'd want to jerk myself off when you're more than willing and ready to let me fuck you? I want you to go to the door and brace yourself there, understand?"

You have to blink several times before what he wants from you gets through to you, and then you push yourself up off the floor.

Your knees are soft with excitement and the alcohol in your body makes you feel everything even more intensely when you turn your back to him and he immediately grabs you by the waist because you're swaying a bit.

Slowly, he pushes you towards the door and breathing heavily, you rest your palms on the it.

You don't even have to look to know that Rick is standing inches behind you as he softly breathes, "Do you want me?"

You squint your eyes and push your ass toward him, "Yes, Rick."

Gently, he pulls you away from the door a little more, so that your hands slide a little lower and you're bent forward so that all he'd have to do is lift your dress to thrust his cock into you.

But where would be the fun in that?

He puts both hands on your thighs and drives them up to your butt, so he can put your dress down on your hips.

Naked and vulnerable, you stand bent over in front of him, presenting your most intimate part, as he takes a step back and sighs proudly, "I knew it was already running down your thighs."

At his words, your pussy tightens and you realize yourself how embarrassingly wet you already are for him.

Silently, he watches you as you whimper softly, trying to hide how much you need it, and when you snivel, "Please" he finally buckles and steps behind you again, "I'm right here, honey."

You lower your head and moan miserably as he slides his cock long through your pussy before attaching his tip to your entrance and gripping your hip firmly, "Good girl. Be loud for me."

You've always been a louder partner in bed, and Rick never thought he could get off on it like this, but the first time he slept with you, it went to his head how loud you could get and end up screaming his name.

Even now you're gasping loudly as he presses himself inch by inch into your wet warmth and growls himself, "Fuck, how can you still be so fucking tight after I fuck you almost every day?"

You know he doesn't expect an answer and as he's inside you with his entire length, your legs start to shake and you whimper, "You have to hold me."

Quietly he replies, "I always hold you, don't I, my darling?" And your heart leaps.

No matter how long you've been together, you still haven't gotten used to how important you are to Rick and what he wouldn't do for you.

You trust him unconditionally, and that's what it takes to engage in the kind of sex you have with him. You know that he wouldn't force you to do anything you don't want to and he knows exactly how far he can go.

He gets closer behind you and you try to pull away from him a bit, so that he's not quite so deep inside you.

Then his grip tightens and he growls softly, "You like it when my cock is inside you, huh? Be a good girl and squeeze it. I know you feel stuffed, but do it for me."

When he talks to you like that, you can't help but do as he says, and you moan in sync as you tense your muscles and feel every inch of his cock deep inside you.

He pulls out of you far too slowly for your liking, only to thrust into you hard again, and you have to use all your strength to keep your arms from buckling and slamming you head against the door.

Groaning, he thrusts into you again and each time you have the feeling of feeling him deeper inside you.

As he gasps your name you lift your head a little and look over your shoulder at him, almost cumming for the sight alone.

His face flushed, he bites down hard on his lower lip and the vein on his neck stands out clearly.

You're barely able to make anything but high-pitched noises when your eyes fall on the door and you wince, "Rick, the door."

Between thrusts he growls, "What about it?"

His cock hits the right spot inside you at that moment and you jerk around him and yip, "The party's right on the other side. They can hear everything."

That's when he grabs your hair again and pulls your head back enough to growl in your ear, "I really dont care, you look hot and Im trying not to fuck you senseless right now."

With that, your hands slide off the door and Rick presses your back against his chest.

Before you can even bring a sound past your lips, his mouth is already on yours, pushing his tongue into you without restraint.

Again you tighten around him and notice a knot forming in your stomach and whimper into his mouth, "I'm cumming. I can't hold it back."

In a low voice he grunts, "Let go. Tighten around me and show me how much you want me."

That's when a high and drawn out sound releases from your throat and with the first contraction Rick's cock starts twitching too and gasping he fucks us through your climax.

You cling limply to Rick's hand as he sets you down and pulls up his pants with his free hand, "I love you."

You smile weakly at him and murmur, "I love you too."

All the adrenaline is pumped out of you and even Rick seems a little sluggish as he helps you clean yourself up and then wipes the remnants of your make up off your face with a wet rag and says softly, "You looked really great with that red lipstick, but you don't need that at all. You look downright gorgeous as it is."

Gently, you smile at him and take him by the hand as you open the door and step out.

Immediately, a handful of heads turn to look at you two and Charlie appears next to us with her lower lip pushed forward.

Reproachfully, she looks at Rick, "Can you please tell a few gentlemen your secret to making her scream like that? I want to experience that sometime."

Then she looks at you and laughs softly, "Maybe you should get the remnants of your lipstick off your lover's face too."

You jerk your head around and sure enough, Rick looks like he's kissed a bloody wound.

He looks at you questioningly and you set about salvaging what can be salvaged with your fingers and sigh softly, "Why does that lipstick actually look better on you than it does on me?"

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thewintersoldierdisaster · 1 year

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a/n: i was mostly inspired by david perron’s insta post which is the bottom left pic! i thought it was cute and something andrei would do so here we go. i have one more dad!drei idea that i'm gonna work on and then moving to some different prompts that you guys have sent in and some smutty stuff too! since it worked so well last time, i’m posting this before i go to the isles/flyers game, give me all the positive energy!!

word count: 2.2k

tw: none

summary: andrei gets a hat trick and surprises you and the kids

It’s late when Andrei finally gets home and you wake up briefly when you hear the shower turn on. Andrei’s quick, climbing into bed with wet hair just a few minutes after he started his shower. You yawn, eyes closed, and turn towards him, scooting across the mattress to curl up against him.

“Hi,” you mumble, brushing your nose against the collar of his white undershirt. He smells like soap and Andrei, with a faint hint of airport. You’re half-asleep and still your body reacts to him, the familiar desire warming between your legs.

“Hi,” he replies into your hair, one hand sliding around your back and resting in between your shoulder blades and the other resting on the small swell of your stomach. He taps lightly against the bump and he can’t feel it, but you feel the faint flutter of the baby moving around.

You relax completely in his arms, slipping your leg in between his. “How was the game? I fell asleep,” you laugh quietly, apologetically. Between running after three energetic little girls and growing a fourth child, you’re basically permanently exhausted these days. Once Evie had fallen asleep at 8:30, you’d wiped down the kitchen and crawled into bed yourself, barely catching a minute of the game.

Andrei huffs a small laugh and says, “it was good. Sat in the box for a bit.” His hand rubs slow, lazy circles on your upper back and it’s so warm in his embrace.

“Of course,” you smile to yourself. “My little criminal, leading the team in penalty minutes. I couldn’t be more proud.” You’re fading fast and fall back asleep before Andrei can even respond.

When you wake up for real at your usual time in the morning, there’s a steaming mug of peppermint tea on the bedside table and a tiny foot pressed against the side of your thigh. You roll over and spot Kira, horizontal across the bed and letting out soft little baby snores. Her hair is a messy halo around her face and she’s got the corner of her blankie clutched in one hand. Two months shy of her second birthday, your youngest daughter must’ve woken up at some point after Andrei got home. She’s usually pretty good about soothing herself back to sleep, but he must’ve wanted to get in some extra cuddles and brought her back to your bed. You’re honestly a little surprised that you didn’t wake up through any of the movement.

Carefully climbing out of bed, you leave Kira in the middle of the mattress, piling pillows around her to prevent her from rolling even though you know from experience that once this kid is out, she’s out and not moving. You brush your teeth quickly and wash your face, feeling more awake as you pull on a sweater and leggings. It’s cool for late-March and you’re grateful for the warm mug of tea wrapped in your hands as you pad down the stairs in your Ugg slippers.

“Morning, Drei,” you murmur quietly, sliding up behind your husband.

Andrei looks up from the island counter, a weird expression on his face. It’s a mix of shifty and excited and your eyebrows draw together, “what’s going on?”

“You really didn’t watch any of the game?” He asks, a curious lift in his tone. You shake your head, distracted by how horny his accent is making you. Despite your exhaustion, the second trimester hormones are keeping you in a constant state of desire for your husband.

“No,” you sip at the tea, trying to look around the bulk of his frame to see what’s on the counter. “I passed out and slept until you came home.”

He grins proudly, stepping to the side and showing off the three pucks piled on the counter. “Missed another hat trick,” he announces, gesturing like a game show host.

You’re surprised and delighted, beaming back at Andrei, “oh my god! I can’t believe I missed it.” You set your mug on the counter and step into Andrei’s personal space to give him a kiss. Your hands curl in the fabric of his t-shirt and his hands land on your waist, pulling you close. “I’m so proud of you,” you whisper against his lips. It’s not the first hat trick of his career or even of the season, but it never gets old.

“Thank you, solnyshka,” he replies, the tips of his ear flushing pink. “One puck per kid.”

When you pull back, you notice that there are three pieces of paper spread out on the counter. Each paper has one of the girls’ names on it and Andrei unstacks the pucks, setting a piece of paper in front of each one.

“Thought it might be a fun surprise,” he shrugs.

You kiss the corner of his mouth, feeling his lips tilt up in a smile. “They’re going to love it! Or well, the big two will. Kiry is just going to be happy to have you home.” The toddler is obsessed with Andrei and who can blame her? You’ve created a little pack of daddy’s girls, helped, probably, by the fact that Andrei is like a giant kid himself sometimes.

“I’m glad we have a little home stand,” Andrei says, leaning back against the counter and keeping you close with his arms wrapped loosely around your waist. “I’ve missed you and the girls.”

“We missed you too,” you reply softly, resting your palms against his chest. “How about I go get the girls up? You can surprise them.”

He nods and you traipse back up the stairs to get the girls awake. Evie grumbles for a minute, but wakes up easily, already chattering by the time you’re down the hall in Alina’s room. The four and a half year old is less amenable to waking up and howls like a wild cat when you nudge her. At the promise of a surprise though, she’s awake and skeptically following along. It’s like the Pied Piper in your house, a little parade as you lift Kira from your bed and head downstairs. Kira’s face is tucked in your neck, her warm baby breath tickling your skin. You rub her back in soft circles and she wakes up slowly, jolting when her big sisters spot Andrei and shriek, “Daddy!” before running into his arms. He squats down and catches them in his arms, lifting them and kissing their cheeks.

“My girls!” He exclaims, smiling widely. “I’ve missed you.”

Alina pats his cheeks, “too scratchy, I don’t like.”

You and Andrei both laugh at her blunt honestly. “Sorry, Alya. Daddy will shave,” he promises and you frown a little. You like the beard and especially how it feels against your skin.

“We missed you, Daddy,” Evie says, cuddling close. “Mommy had to kill a spider and it was funny because she screamed. And she and Aunt Nykki took us all to see the Easter Bunny because Easter is soon, did you know that? But she said we can see the Bunny again if you want to come. And we played with Gigi and can we get a puppy, Daddy? Mommy said that she already wipes too many butts to add a puppy but I think it would be fun. Also, I FaceTimed Baba and Dedu and Uncle Geno. And Uncle Geno said that I should tell you that he’s the bestest.”

You giggle at the way Andrei’s eyes widen when Evie barely takes a breath as she fills him in on the last few days. “Evie, honey, take a breath,” you laugh. “Daddy can’t listen that fast.”

She whips her head around, hitting Andrei in the face with the end of a messy blonde pigtail. “But I gotta tell him everything before he leaves again!” She yelps, looking at you with big brown eyes full of urgency. Andrei’s smile fades slightly, but he rallies, jiggling them in his arms.

“I’m not leaving for a bit,” he promises, drawing Evie’s attention back. “I’ll be home through Easter, zaychik. And then I’m only gone for a few days and I’ll be back.”.

“Did you bring us a s’pise?” Alina asks, knowing Andrei usually comes back from games with a little toy or a book or something fun.

Grateful for the change in subject and speaking quickly so Evie can’t interject, Andrei grins, “I did. Take a look.” He turns so the girls can see the three puck with their names underneath. “Your papa got another hat trick last night.”

You can hear the pride in his tone and your smile is a little watery with emotion. Kira, awake now, points at a puck and shouts, “mine!” She wiggles out of your arms and toddles to the counter, reaching up as far as her little arms will allow.

“Is that how many goals you scored?” Evie asks, reaching for her puck from Andrei’s arms. She hands Alina one too and Alina runs her fingers over the black rubber.

Andrei nods. “Exactly, one goal for each of my daughters.”

He sets Alina and Evie down so they’re sitting on the counter and picks up Kira so she can reach for her own puck, immediately trying to put it in her mouth. “Oh, ugh, no!” you yelp, reaching forward at the same time as Andrei, to pull the puck from her mouth. “That’s so yucky, Kiry. The puck is disgusting.”

Kira starts crying and shouting, “mine! Mine! Want it!”

Alina looks up blithely and comments, “I think she wantsta eat the puck, Mama.”

“Thank you, Alya,” you mutter. “I didn’t realize that.”

Andrei presses his lips together to smother a snort of laughter and manages to choke a little, coughing and laughing at the same time. You shoot him an amused look and clap your hands together, trying to distract Kira from her hiccuping sobs. “How about breakfast? Should Mama make pancakes? With sprinkles?”

The girls cheer, but Andrei interrupts, “I handled that too. Breakfast, I mean.” He tips his chin towards the counter next to the fridge where, you’re noticing for the first time, a big white bakery box sits. The name of your favorite bakery is stamped on the side and you gasp a little in excitement.

“Oh my god, best husband ever!” You cheer, darting for the box and kissing Andrei’s cheek in a drive-by. The cinnamon buns from this bakery have been a major craving for you, so you’re thrilled to see a giant one covered in cream cheese frosting settled smack in the middle of the box. You swipe a finger through the frosting and sample it before taking the other pastries out of the box and settling them on plates for everyone.

Andrei laughs at your enthusiasm and starts pulling apart a blueberry muffin and feeding Kira small pieces. The older girls dive into their croissants, crumbs flying everywhere as they giggle about getting to eat while sitting on the counter. Alina and Evie slide their pucks around, hitting them against each other like bumper cars and you lean your hip against the counter while you watch them.

“You know,” you comment slyly, your hand sliding over the bump of your stomach, “once this little one gets here, you’re going to have to start scoring four goals a night.”

Andrei snorts, smiling with his dimple, and holds his palm out for Kira to pick at pieces of muffin. “I think I can manage that at least once,” he says. “I should probably start shooting at the net more though, if I want to get up to four or more goals a game.”

“Four or more?” You yelp, choking on your bite of cinnamon roll. You cough, catching your breath and glaring at him. “You think I would okay a fifth kid? Am I crazy?”

“Crazy for me,” Andrei deadpans, mild disgust crossing his features when Kira decides she’s done with her muffin and spits a half-chewed bite back into his hand. He wipes his hand on a napkin and tickles Kira’s side, earning toddler giggles.

Evie tugs on your sleeve and as soon as she has you attention, she launches into another monologue, “Mommy, can we see Uncle Marty and Aunt Nykki and everyone today and see the Bunny again with Daddy? Because I think Daddy would like the Bunny since we do the hops the same and also Daddy calls me zaychik which is Russian for bunny, did you know that?”

You laugh, so in love with your chatty little girl. “I did know that zaychik means bunny, or really little rabbit. And I’ll text Aunt Nykki to see if she and the kids can hang out. But no more sugar for you, okay?”

Both girls clutch their chocolate croissants close, clearly afraid you’ll take their pastries right away, and Andrei laughs at the reaction. He curls his hand over your hip and teases you, “they’re like you, when you don’t want to share your fries with me, solnyshka.”

“I am growing your fourth child, Mister Svechnikov,” you poke his chest with your index finger. “I deserve those fries!”

He grabs your hand and kisses the tip of your index finger, ducking his head and looking up at you from underneath those long eyelashes. He smiles at you, charming and boyish, and if you weren’t already pregnant, that look alone would do the trick.

Maybe a fifth child isn’t entirely off the table.

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crimsonji · 1 year

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Gratz on 100 followers! You definitely deserve more than just that. I'm a recent follower and I've already gone through your entire blog, you feed me the soft Tighnari content I need rn. If I may suggest a prompt,,, Tighnari + nightmares? Hurt/comfort? Can be either him or the reader having the nightmare. Or if you feel like doing something more celebratory, a birthday drabble of reader and him celebrating one of their birthdays? Ofc take your pick, either of those would have me jumping on my seat.

୨୧ Nightmares (100+ Follower Special)

“ when you needed him most, he was there. “

ft. tighnari x gn!reader

cw: hurt/comfort, full fic, not proofread

>> 🍁 kazuha's musings : not me writing this when I’m nearly at 300…. the support has been really unexpected so, really, thank you guys ! (oh btw I’m saving the second option for when it’s actually his bday hehe)

Tighnari was a light sleeper, so maybe that was why he so easily woke up to the sound of ruffling bedsheets and groaning. It was nearly pitch black in your shared bedroom, the only source of light being the faded moonlight soaking through the blinds. Tighnari's heavy eyelids twitched open, only a loud silence greeting his unexpected awakening.

He wasn't even sure if he was awake, muscles fully relaxed and his mind calmed, yet there was now an unanswered question; what was that sound? It must be you moving in your sleep, he thinks, rolling himself over to meet with your sleeping figure. Tighnari couldn't help but smile to himself, the light reflecting and bouncing off your hair and skin painted in a washed-out blue light, you looked so peaceful.

Yet, his sensitive ears were met with more breathless whispers and mutters. "No."

...Huh? Tighnari's eyes widen, a small pit growing in his stomach as your nonsensical words fill his senses. What did you mean by 'no'? Were you awake? Were you still sleeping? Tighnari takes a deep breath, his weary mind trying to clear itself from any panic. He was reacting too quickly, slowly sitting up from where he slept and shuffling closer to you. A soft hand outstretches to gently outline the curve of your jaw, almost as a way to gently ease both you and his heart that thumped heavily in his ears.

The comforting smile on Tighnari's face faded when he felt your legs kick under the sheets, face slowly painting in distress, that pit grew deeper, Tighnari immediately drawing himself closer to you despite the way your legs kicked at his calves.

"Hey, hey..." he breathes, nose bumping against yours, tears welling and dripping down your cheeks staining Tighnari's fingertips. "I'm here, Tighnari's here..."

Kisses pepper your jawline in light kisses, blooming and blossoming along your flushed skin. He's whispering to you, hoping that somehow you can hear him, trying to awaken you from the turmoil brewing deep within your mind. Tighnari can't do anything more than just wait, sweet nothings falling on deaf ears and his once exhausted state now wide awake. Your tears fall heavy down your cheeks, yet begin to slow as Tighnari slowly takes your hand and cups it against his cheek; he's only inches away from you, watching carefully for any change in expression.

It feels like forever that he's doing this, cradling you in your sleep and pushing away the glossy tears that cascaded like shimmered waterfalls. Sharp pains jabbed at Tighnari when your sobs got worse at times, even his own breathing uneasy as the soft squeezes of your hand grow ever so slightly tighter in his grasp. Wake up, he's getting more desperate as time passes, refraining from making frantic movements for your sake.

"Tighnari..."

His name, you're calling for him, your lover. His eyes nearly light up, muttering your name, exasperated, in return. Then, only then, finally, your eyes flutter open and Tighnari meets the beautiful sight of your irises; smiling as if he's never seen them before. You can feel Tighnari heave out a heavy breath, tickling your tear-soaked cheeks. It was bizarre, Tighnari nearly inches from your face as your mind immediately went back to the terrors you were experiencing mere seconds ago. It still felt cold, pitch black as the only thing you could do was stare back at Tighnari.

He hushes you lovingly when he sees your disarray, chest rising rapidly and heart heavy in your ribcage as more tears slip past you "I'm here," he kisses the corners of your eyes, "I'm here, sunshine..." "T-Tighnari, it was so cold..." "I know, I know, sunshine... Don't say a word..."

You're suddenly pulled into a deep hug, Tighnari's baggy shirt soaking with your tears. Nimble fingers run soothingly through your hair, his fingertips rubbing soft circles into your scalp. You still feel so hopeless, dark thoughts screaming, begging to be noticed and consume you whole... Yet, somehow, it was bearable with him by your side, kissing your forehead and smoothing his hands along your back. The utter care and love are radiating from him, a kind of brightness that rivals the celestial sun and threatens to illuminate the dark room draped in the moonlight.

"Look at me."

Silence passes, soft sniffles are heard from you and your head is still smushed against his chest. His hand moves to your chin, gently pushing your head upwards so his eyes meet yours. You're still crying, eyes glossed over and shiny yet somehow you feel too tired to cry, watching Tighnari frown once he saw how dull and empty your eyes looked.

"Don't cry," he smiles, kind eyes staring back with an unwavering gaze, "you don't have to talk about it."

You nod, reluctantly returning Tighnari's loving gaze--however, once you did, you swore you felt your heart twist into a million knots and burst. You could barely see anything, but Tighnari looked as handsome as ever, so, so beautiful in the moonlight. And little did you know, he was thinking the exact same thing. Tighnari's scent filled your nose while you took in a shaky breath, feeling him press your hand flat against his beating chest.

"Deep breaths, I'll guide you." you only now noticed just how dry his voice sounded, but it felt like an overflow of sweet red wine and unnamed songs that fluttered against your ears.

His heart rate was nearly erratic despite the serene smile on his face, and a pang of guilt struck your core, you must have scared him so badly. You listened for Tighnari's signal, breathing in the warm air that swirled and filled your lungs--focusing on your melding heartbeats as Tighnari counted down, finally breathing out. This cycle went on for who knows how long, just until Tighnari knew you felt better, even just slightly.

Seldom words were spoken after that, tears long dried and breaths steady. Your fingers were intertwined with Tighnari's, feeling him squeeze your hand occasionally like a message--that he's here.

He'll always be here.

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Uncharted: Tales from the Gypsea - Surf's Up!

Fandom: TRR

Series: Uncharted: Tales from the Gypsea

Pairing: Drake Walker x Harper Gale (F!OC)

Synopsis: While on their honeymoon, Harper takes Drake out of his comfort zone with an unexpected birthday surprise...

Word Count: 5,000 (which is about 3,000 words longer than anticipated, but H&D always run away from me, so here we are 😅)

Rating/Warnings: E (swearing in multiple languages, a few lemon-scented moments, extreme sports)

A/N1: So… this was not what I was supposed to be working on… 😅 But when @petiteboheme sent me a video of Bruno Santos (my FC for Drake) trying hydroboarding (also known as jetblading) for the first time, and demanding that I write a version featuring Drake and Harper, I couldn’t say ‘no’. And since (a) it's the summer, and (b) I haven't written a birthday fic for Drake this year yet, I instantly got a brainwave and dove right in! Hope you enjoy!

A/N2: As mentioned in the Author’s Notes for this series, this fic takes place during Harper and Drake's honeymoon. I HC that Drake’s birthday falls on June 6th, so this mini-adventure would take place approx. midway through the trip.

A/N3: This fic ended up featuring quite a lot of Italian, so as per usual, translations below. I also have a few other general notes at then end.

A/N4: This is also my submission for @choicesjunechallenge, prompts Summer, Vacation, Surf, Beach, Love.

"Rise and shine, sleepy-head," I murmur softly, feathering kisses along the side of Drake's neck.

He groans under his breath, pulling himself out of the depths of slumber with some difficulty. "That's my line, Gale."

"Well, I'm stealing it," I reply impishly, leaning over him to catch his lips with mine. "Especially since I'm up before you for once."

"Obviously, I didn't do a good enough job last night," he grumbles against my mouth, even as he snakes his hand onto my backside to pull my naked body on top of his.

"Oh, don't worry — you did," I assure him, dropping tiny kisses down his chest. "Just like the night before..." My teeth graze his abs. "And the night before that..."

A low sound rattles his throat as I move lower. "The circumstantial evidence indicates otherwise..."

"I needed a way to grab your attention," I tell him sweetly, pausing just above the much more pronounced tan line that circled his hips.

"Oh, you most certainly got it," he confirms, all vestiges of sleep now banished from his countenance as he looks down at me hungrily.

"Good," I declare, drawing myself back up to his eye-level. "Because I have something for you."

"Oh, yeah?" he smirks with a cocked brow, running his palms up my bare thighs in anticipation.

"Yup," I affirm, leaning over him to reach into the recess on the wall behind the bed.

His eyes widen as I pull out the rectangular-shaped item wrapped in Marvel superhero logo emblazoned wrapping paper. "Wait. You didn't—"

"Happy birthday!" I pronounce, holding the present out to him triumphantly.

He greets my offering with a seriously unimpressed glare. "Gale, I told you that—"

"—you don't want any presents, I shouldn't make a big deal out of it, we're on our honeymoon, blah-blah-blah." I fix him with a deadpan look. "Well, guess what, bud? You don't have a choice. Because I want to celebrate the day you were born."

He scoffs. "Oh, so my birthday's all about you, huh?"

"No," I counter. "It's all about you. And I think I did a pretty good job last year. So, how 'bout you trust me for a change?"

He heaves a beleaguered breath. "Can't we just—?"

"Nope!" I interject, thrusting the parcel into his face.

He rolls his eyes as he finally takes the present. "The things I do for you, girl..."

"Don't you mean the things I do for you?" I counter meaningfully.

He hits me with level look as he scoots himself into a sitting position. "We could both be doing each other right now if—"

"Oh, my God, you're impossible!" I cry exasperatedly, even as I fail to suppress a snort of amusement. "Just open it already!"

"Maybe I like the anticipation..."

I smack him on the chest.

"Christ, I married a bullbat!" he huffs.

"Who you love unconditionally," I remind him. "So, I know you'll love this."

He quirks a sceptical brow as he finds the edge of the folded paper and starts to peel it open. "You sound damn sure of yourself..."

"I have reason to be confident," I say, folding my arms with a wink.

He shakes his head at me as he finishes opening his present. But I can see the smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.

The last of the wrapping paper falls away, and he frowns. "You got me... a photo frame?"

"Turn it over," I prompt, trying to contain the butterflies flapping around in my stomach.

He’s gonna like it — I’m sure of it. But... there's always a tiny part of you that insists on throwing all the worst-case scenarios at you, making you doubt yourself.

He flips the frame over...

...and silence falls on the cabin as his expression goes blank.

I bite my bottom lip, waiting for him to say something, to react in some kind of way, but he is as immobile as a statue, giving no indication of his state of mind.

Finally, I can't take it any more. "Do you—?"

"When did you do this?" he demands hoarsely.

"When we were last in port," I tell him. "I went to that pharmacy t—"

"But we don't have the pictures from the wedding yet," he cuts in, voice still tight.

"You mean, you don't have the pictures from the wedding yet," I grin. "I asked Max to put a rush on that one so it would be ready for your birthday."

"Christ, Harper," he breathes, eyes brimming with sudden emotion as he pulls me into him. "Remind me never to play poker with you..."

"I'll take that as a compliment," I say, wrapping my arms around him. "So, does that mean I managed to surprise you?"

"Every goddamn day," he says into my hair, squeezing me tight. "'Cause the fact that you're here with me at all is still pretty un-fuckin'-believeable..."

"Well, you did put a ring on it, so..." I waggle the fingers of my left hand at him.

He smacks me on the ass. "You know what I mean..."

I snort into his neck.

"But seriously," he says, pushing me back up so we were face-to-face again. "I love it. I honestly didn't even realise we had any pictures of us... let alone so many."

"Sometimes you gotta capture that moment in between," I tell him with a coy shrug.

His expression cracks. "God, I love you..."

Yanking me to down, his lips claim mine in a passionate, searing kiss that is dizzying in its intensity.

I sigh happily, melting against him.

And even though I would've loved nothing more than to lose myself in him, out here, in the middle of the ocean, for the umpteenth time since the start of this trip, our love-making’s going to have to wait.

Because today calls for a very different kind of celebration.

So, before Drake has a chance to pull us both into what’s — very clearly! — his preferred form of revelment, I break off the kiss.

His eyes snap open to meet mine. "Gale, what are you—?"

"No rest for the wicked, cowboy," I declare, jumping off him. "It's your 28th birthday and we have things to do, and places to be!"

His face drains of colour. "Sweet fuckin' Jesus, girl... You didn't organise a party, did you?"

I choke back a laugh at the sight of the sheer horror in his eyes. "You really think I'd do that to you, Walker?"

"Well, you clearly have no compunction 'bout leaving a man high and dry on his birthday," he objects sourly, gesturing at his arousal that’s now flying very much at full mast. "So, apparently anything goes."

"Don't worry," I assure him, pausing in the doorway to the bathroom. "There's no party. But we are running behind schedule, so you need to get your butt out of bed and move the boat, Cap'n."

"She's a 37-foot sailing yacht..." he grumbles, running his hand down his face, "not a—"

"Chop-chop, Walker!" I prompt, disappearing into the bathroom with a clap of my hands. "Nobody's gettin' any younger here!"

He flops back onto the pillows with a pained groan. "Christ alive..."

"So?" I ask an hour or so later around a mouthful of Eggs Benedict, sitting on the patio of an unassuming little bistro in St. Julian's, on the island of Malta. "Did I pick well?"

Drake spears the last of his own breakfast. "See or hear any complaints?"

"Worth getting out of bed for?"

He quirks a brow at me as he settles back into his chair. "Now that might be a stretch..."

I punt him under the table.

"Hey," he objects, dodging out of the way. "I said it was good. But would I trade the chicken and waffles for an extra hour in bed with you? Every time."

"Hmm..." I say, stirring the remainder of my freshly squeezed orange juice with my straw. "Sounds like I need to try harder next time."

He meets my eye over the rim of his coffee cup. "You can try... But you've set a damn high bar for yourself, girl."

I click my tongue as I set the glass back onto the table. "Well, the day isn't over yet, cowboy. I may still be able to surpass myself."

"Tough odds, Gale," he assures me with a smirk. "Tough odds."

"How was everything?" asks the sever, appearing to clear our plates away.

"Really good!" I say. "I'm stuffed!"

"And you, sir?"

"It hit the spot," Drake acknowledges, flicking a contented look my way.

"Glad to hear!" the server replies as she stacks the empty crockery together. "Can I get you another refill, or—?"

"Just the bill, please," I interject, reaching for my purse. "We're running a bit late."

"No problem," she replies. "I'll print it off right away. Cash or card?"

"Car—"

"Cash," interjects Drake, holding some Euros out. "And you can keep the change."

I whirl on him in bewilderment. "But—"

"Th-thanks," stammers the server, clearly surprised by the size of the tip Drake has just given her. "Did you still want the receipt?"

"Nah, we're good," advises Drake, pushing his chair back. "The wife says we're running late, so that means we're running late."

"Okay, I won't keep you then! Have a good rest of your day!"

"But—" I try again, but the server has already stuffed the cash into her apron and turned away.

"Up-and-at-'em, Gale," prompts Drake, holding his hand out. "You said we gotta get moving so—"

"But, I was going to pay for breakfast!" I object, grabbing my bag and taking his proffered assistance to help me stand.

"Well, I beat you to it," he shrugs, looping his fingers through mine as he navigates us through the labyrinth of tables that dotted the bistro's patio. "Plus, you'd've been shafted on the bank charges and the exchange rate, so—"

"But it's your birthday!" I press. "I wanted to treat you for a change!"

"Trust me, you did," he assures me with a smile, giving my hand a squeeze. "You found a place in the Med that does chicken and waffles for breakfast. If that's not a treat, I dunno what is."

I feel myself blush under the sincerity of his gaze. "So, you did like it."

"'Course I did," he affirms, twirling me to a stop in front of him. "Even if I had to eat dirt for breakfast, I'd enjoy it if I got to do it with you. You're the silver lining around everything, mon coeur."

I feel my throat tighten as I gaze up at him. "Drake..."

"And the money?" He reaches up to stroke my face with a nonchalant shrug. "That's all relative. We're married now, so what's mine is yours and vice-versa. There's no need to keep tabs on who pays for what and when."

I'm suddenly powerless in the face of his caress. "If you say so, Mr. Walker."

"It's my birthday," he confirms, cupping my face in his hands. "So, I do say so... Mrs. Gale-Walker."

Leaning in, he tilts my chin up. My eyes shudder closed as his lips meet mine softly, tenderly, like a lapping wave kissing the shoreline. But with each surge, that wave crests in size and strength until it becomes a riptide of passion that threatens to swallow us completely.

"Christ, I'll never get tired of saying that," he breathes between one inrush and the next.

"It was... definitely a hard... fought accomplishment," I agree haltingly, gripping his hair in an effort to keep myself from being swept away by his sudden fervour.

He swallows a groan as my body arcs into his. "All the more reason...to celebrate the crap out of it."

My eyes snap open. "Celebrate...! Shit! We're late for your—"

"Screw that," he growls, tightening his hold on me. "I'm takin' you back to the boat."

"Thought it was... a sailing yacht," I gasp as he underscores his intent by pulling me flush against the hardness of his body.

"Not the point," he replies dismissively, scrunching the material of my romper between his fingers as his stubble brushes the shell of my ear. "'Cause I'm still gonna fuck you over every inch of the deck."

"After!" I tell him, distracting him with a kiss on his cheek as I spin out of his grasp.

His head drops back to stare up at the sky. "Putain de bordel de—"

"Come on!" I shout over my shoulder at him, already pegging it down towards the marina.

He grumbles something testily under his breath before reluctantly obliging.

Dodging around locals and tourists, we manage to make it down to the bottom of the hill where the island gave way to Spinola Bay just as the various clock-towers around the city begin to toll the hour.

"Crap!" I exclaim, throwing my head around as I try to speed-read the various signs suspended over the promenade. "Which one is it?"

Drake comes to a stop next to me. "Gale, what are y—?"

"There it is!" I cry, grabbing his hand to haul him after me.

"Sweet Jesus, girl!" he huffs. "Will you just—?"

He cusses again as he very nearly avoids running me over as I suddenly pull us up in front of a squat building.

"Ta-da!" I exclaim, throwing my arm dramatically out at the black-and-red façade of the water sports rental place that we just arrived at.

"Okay...?" he says hesitantly, eyeing the store front dubiously. "And we're here because...?"

"You'll see!" I proclaim, pulling him into the minuscule space inside the door.

"Oh, for fuck's s—!"

The two guys manning the counter look up at the sound of our whirlwind arrival.

Laying eyes on me, both of their faces break into that trademark Mediterranean smile I've found myself on the receiving end of more times than I could count since the start of this trip.

"Ciao, bella!" cries one by way of greeting, stepping out from behind the counter. "Can we help you?"

"Ciao, yes. I'm Harper," I say, holding my hand out. "I spoke to one of you on the phone yesterday?"

The guy's eyes light up as he grabs my hand eagerly. "Ah, sì! Harper! I remember!" Bending down, he lays an enthusiastic kiss on my knuckles. "You spoke to me! I'm Mario."

I nod in affirmation. "Yes, I—"

"And this is my brother, Luca!" continues Mario with typical Italian excitement, throwing a hand on the other guy's shoulder to yank him into my eye-line.

"Come stai?" he asks, grabbing my hand out of his brothers grasp to drop a loud smooch on it as well.

"Sto bene, grazie," I reply graciously.

Mario and Luca stare at me in bewilderment before simultaneously lighting up in wonder. "Ah! Sorprendente! Parla italiano? Hai un così bell'accento! Tu che sembri—"

"And, this is Drake," I add in English, somewhat apologetically, having exhausted my limited Italian. "My husband."

The brothers' faces fall. "Ah. Piacere."

Drake nods passively in reply.

"So... you, ah, wanted to have Full Flight experience?" asks Mario, clearing his throat as he resumes his place behind the counter.

"Yes," I respond, digging into my bag for my phone. "The 30 minute package. I have the confirmation email, if—"

"No, no!" interjects Mario with a wave of his hand as he clicks the Apple desktop screen to life. "I have you in system already. And you paid full amount yesterday, so you only need to sign waiver before start of your lesson."

"Great!" I say, dropping my phone back into the bag's pocket as Luca hands me a double sided piece of paper. "You have a pen?"

Two sets of biros are thrust instant in my direction.

"Thanks," I say bemusedly.

Turning back to Drake, I see him looking at me with a raised brow.

"Full flight experience, Gale?" he asks dryly. "We signing our life away to go parasailing or something?"

"Nope," I reply, passing him the waiver and the pen with a grin. "Just you. Because you're about to go hydroboarding."

His eyes snap up to mine. "Hydro-what-now?"

"Hydroboarding," I repeat. "Also known as jet-blading. Think Iron Man thrusters on your feet, but powered by water instead of... whatever it is that powers Iron Man's thrusters."

"Repulsors," he supplies dryly as he scans the waiver. "And you thought this was a good idea because...?"

"Because it's your birthday and I wanted to surprise you with something that you haven't tried before and therefore wouldn't be expecting!"

"Well, you certainly managed to score on both of those fronts," he mutters, scribbling his details on the form.

I lean into him seductively. "I told you I'd be able to surpass myself."

He glances up from the page. "Don't jump the gun, baby. I'm not out on the water yet."

"Like I said this morning," I purr against his ear. "I have reason to feel confident."

A low growl rumbles in his throat as he dashes his signature on the form.

"Bene!" cries Mario, snatching the waiver away. "If you follow Luca to the back, he will give you helmet and wetsuit in your size."

"Wetsuit?" queries Drake, dropping the pen on the counter. "Seriously?"

"All part of the package, darling," I tell him with a pat on his back as we file after Luca.

Drake groans audibly. "You're walking a fine line, girl..."

"You know me, Walker..." I smirk. "I'm all about the high-octane thrills!"

"Good," he says, throwing me a heated look over his shoulder. "Because when we get back to the yacht, I'm still plannin' on taking you all the way to cloud nine."

I meet his eye. "That a promise?"

His mouth pulls into a cocky grin. "It's a gold-plated guarantee."

"So, this is equipment room," declares Luca, coming to a stop in the middle of a tightly packed space that was filled to the brim with various pieces of water-sporting gear. "We have helmets, wetsuits, life jackets in all sizes. You look like you're a pretty fit guy so—"

"La mia taglia la so," interjects Drake, striding over to a rack of wetsuits.

Luca's eyes widen.

"He's been diving before," I say by way of explanation.

"Noto," comes the po-faced acknowledgment as Drake rifles critically through the options. "And I see now where you learn to speak Italian."

"Learning," I correct. "It's a bit of a slow process."

"Salvagente?" asks Drake, turning back to the room with his selection.

Luca indicates towards the far wall.

Crossing the floor, Drake quickly picks out a life jacket, and a helmet as well.

"Lo spogliatoio è laggiù," advises Luca, pointing to a haphazardly hung curtain in the corner.

"Grazie," nods Drake, carrying his armload of stuff over.

"Do you... need me to hold onto anything?" I ask.

"Nah, I'm good," he replies, stepping behind the curtain. "Be out in a minute."

"Okay."

"So, you come to Malta for holiday?" asks Luca inquisitively, clearly uncomfortable with the idea of having to wait in silence.

"Honeymoon," I reply, tucking my hair behind my ear.

"Ahh!" he exclaims, throwing his hands up into the air. "Congratulazioni! Your husband is very lucky guy!"

"Thanks," I say with a simile. "I feel the same way about him."

"How you two meet?"

"Erm... it's a bit of a long story, but we met in New York."

"Ah, sì! New York!" he nods enthusiastically. "The Big Melon!"

I frown. "Normally it's called the Big Apple, but—"

The sound of metal rings jingling on the curtain pole draw my attention.

Turning my head, I see Drake step out from the changing area and I can't help but snort.

He quirks a brow as he adjusts the chin strap on his helmet. "Somethin' funny, Gale?"

"No," I say, trying to recollect my composure. "I... I've just never seen you with so much gear on."

"Well, it's a bit overkill, if you ask me," he declares, grabbing his clothes and shoes from the floor.

"You do look ready for some serious spelunking..."

"Let me guess?" he drawls, handing me his stuff. "That's my birthday present for next year?"

I swallow down another snort as I drop his things in my tote. "Do you want it to be?"

His mocha eyes meet mine. "Only if you're coming with me."

"You got yourself a deal, cowboy," I say with a grin, pushing myself up on my toes to give him a kiss. "Now go live it up as Iron Man."

"Whatever you say, Miss Potts," he smirks with a wink, giving my backside a clandestine squeeze before turning to Luca. "Quindi cosa dopo?"

"Suegitemi," he prompts, heading back to the front of the store.

"Y'know," whispers Drake into my ear as we follow after Luca, "it's not too late for you to ditch that romper and get gussied up too."

"Nice try, Walker," I laugh. "But like I said — this day is all about you, so I'm more than happy to sit this one out so I can capture your escapades on film."

"Fine," he grumbles. "But I'm gettin' my own back for your birthday."

"I expect nothing less," I grin as Luca leads us out onto the jetty, where Mario is already waiting for us.

"Ah! Bellissimo!" he enthuses upon our approach. But his face suddenly falls as his eyes land on me. "Harper! You change your mind? You don't want to go flying?"

"Oh, no," I say with a chuckle. "This was a surprise for Drake."

"Ahh!" nods Mario in understanding. "You want to use husband as hamster first. Smart lady!"

"Actually—"

But Mario has already turned his attention onto his student. "So. Mr Drake. Like English pirate, yes?"

"Era un corsaro, non un pirata," replies Drake.

"Ah-ha!" exclaims Mario, clapping Drake on the shoulder. "So, it is you who are the secret Italian! But why English name?"

"Perché sono mezzo americano," explains Drake. "Ma mia madre è di Cordonia e anche io sono cresciuto lì."

"Ah, sì... Cordonia," muses Mario. "Bel paese. Belle donne."

As Drake continues conversing with the brothers in their native language, I take the opportunity to slip my phone out of my bag and take some pictures of the three of them, as well as the sparkling bay behind us.

Malta had not been on the list of destinations for this trip, but it had been the only place that offered hydroboarding. So, when it had popped up as an option during my online hunt for birthday surprises for Drake, I’d know I I had to convince him to make the detour south.

And honestly? It hasbeen worth it. The little island was a true jewel of the Mediterranean with craggy limestone cliffs plunging into azure-blue bays so clear you could see to the bottom, while the small towns that dotted the coast literally made you feel like you stepped back in time as you wandered the meandering cobblestone streets lined with imposing baroque buildings.

Stowing my phone away, I turn back to the men and see that they are now in the process of showing Drake how to use the hydroboard, which really does look like the wayward parts of Tony Stark's suit. And while I can’t understand any of the fast-paced Italian, I’m able to pick up the general gist from the non-verbal parts of the demo: dip your toes down to go forwards, straighten back up to stop or rise higher, and lean to the side to turn.

Drake is nodding along intently, dropping a few questions here and there, but before long, Luca is strapping the device to his feet, and latching on the tube that would supply the water to the thrusters via the jet ski's propulsion system.

"All set?" I ask as he prepares to drop into the water.

"We're about to find out," he replies while Luca helps lower him off the pier.

"Have fun!" I call down to him.

"Harper!"

I snap my head up at the sound of my name.

Mario beckoning to me from atop his jet ski. "Jump on! Capitano Drake said you wanted to take pictures — best spot is from the water."

"But I'm not dressed for swimming," I say, gesturing at my romper.

"Don't worry!" he laughs. "I promised your husband I will take good care of you. You won't fall in."

"Okay, sure!" I nod with a grin, slipping out of my sandals. Opening up my tote, I drop my shoes in and extract my phone before stowing the bag behind a large metal mooring post. Since it was just us out here, I figured our stuff would be safe for the 30 or so minutes while we were out on the water, especially since it looked like Luca would be staying on the jetty.

Quickly throwing my hair into a ponytail, I make my way over to Mario. Sitting down on the edge of the pier, Luca provides some assistance with manoeuvring me onto the back of the jet ski, given that I only really had one free hand.

Once I'm seated securely, Mario relays some instructions into the headset he’s wearing before slowly guiding the little vessel away from the jetty.

Glancing behind me, I see Drake's head bobbing above the water, but he quickly starts to ascend skywards.

"Get ready," advises Mario, revving the throttle higher as he spins the jet ski around so we’re facing back towards the shore.

Pulling up the camera app, I switch it to video mode and hit record just as Drake rises somewhat haphazardly out of the water.

"Oh, my God! That's so cool!" I exclaim, watching as the powerful jets under his feet propel him upwards until he's hovering about a foot above the water, arms thrown out as he tries to maintain his balance.

"Like magic, no?" grins Mario, watching Drake's efforts and making adjustments to the throttle speed accordingly.

"Definitely!" I enthuse, zooming in on Drake as he begins to move forwards.

"Balance is most important thing," calls Mario above the roar of the jets. "If you have strong balance you can—"

"Oh, no!" I cry as Drake suddenly loses the tentative hold in his equilibrium and tips in slow-motion back into the water.

"Everybody falls," Mario assures me as he helps Drake level out again before powering upwards once more with some further instructions into his headset. "But for first time, he is doing great job!"

"He's an amazing snowboarder," I say. "And he used to ski before that. I'm guessing both of those help."

"Sì, sì," nods Mario, keeping his gaze on his charge. "Skating, rollerblading, surfing — all these sports are good practice. Should we make him go higher?"

"Obviously!" I laugh, giving Drake a wave as he looks in our direction.

He gives a quick wave in response before focusing his attention back on the mechanics of his flight. Mario relays a few more instructions down the line and Drake throws us a thumbs up in response. A few false starts and a couple of jagged movements later, he's managed to draw a figure of eight out in front of us.

"Wow!" I gasp as he repeats the exercise again, this time with increased speed. "He's gotten the hang of that that quick!"

"He is natural," agrees Mario. "Before you know it, he will be competing in X-Games."

"Don't tell him that, because he definitely—!" I gasp as I catch sight of Drake again. "Holy crap!"

"Like I said — he is natural," replies Mario, watching Drake execute a tight 360 bent low over his board.

"Oh, God, I've created a monster..." I mutter sardonically under my breath as Drake flies out of the spin into a wide circle around us.

The rest of the session zooms by in a blur, and before I know it my phone’s battery is about to die and it's time to head back to shore.

"That was so amazing!" I exclaim as Luca helps me dismount the jet ski. "And I wasn't even the one flying!"

"You are welcome back anytime, Harper," says Mario with a grin as Luca takes my place on the back of the craft. "It was our pleasure!"

Grabbing my bag, I watch as the brothers head back to Drake and help him detach the hydroboard from his feet before shuttling it back to the jetty.

Drake makes the short swim back to the pier, and I'm there waiting for him as he climbs back onto dry land.

"So, what did you think?" I ask as he pulls himself up next to me, dripping water.

"Fuckin' awesome!" he declares, unclipping his helmet with a beaming smile. "The time went by so fast that I swear I was only out there for 5 minutes, tops."

"Well, my phone can attest to the fact that it was the full half hour," I assure him. "I got some good pics though!"

"Great! Can't wait to see! And you're definitely coming with me next time. You'd love it! It really is like flying!"

"Glad you had a good time, cowboy," I say, dropping a kiss in his salt-infused lips.

He wraps his arm around me, drenching me in the process. "I did. And I appreciate you pulling this together for me behind my back. You really didn't have to."

I smack him on the chest. "Of course I did! What kind of person would I be if I didn't surprise you with some kind of surprise on your birthday?"

"Well, you got me the other present already, so—"

"Nope!" I declare with a cheeky grin. "One present isn't enough. I gotta keep you in your toes, bud, remember?"

"You do, baby," he says with a warm look, pulling me to him. "Every single day. And I wouldn't trade it for the world."

"Me neither," I assure him, fusing my lips with his. "Now, let's get back to the boat."

So, as promised, a few notes and translations below:

1. Food — I appreciate that chicken and waffles is very much an American dish, with strong ties to the Southern states. However, in the course of my research, I did actually find a bistro in St. Julian’s, in Malta, where they serve this for brunch, so I did not — in any way! — take any creative licenses with that part of the story 😇

2. Language — Malta is an interesting place from a language point of view. While the official language is Maltese (which is a Semitic language that developed from a dialect of Arabic in combination with Sicilian — no, I didn’t know this either!), Malta was a British colony for about 150 years, which means that most people are conversant in both languages. In addition, due to Malta’s proximity to Italy, along with the influence of the Sicilian dialect on the local language, many Maltese people can speak/understand Italian as well. That said, Mario and Luca are actually Italian transplants (rather than Maltese), which is why they speak Italian.

3. Translations — As mentioned in my other fics, I HC that Drake is fluent in both French and Italian. Here are the translations:

- Mon coeur: lit. ‘my heart’ but connotatively means ‘my love’

- Putain de bordel de— : For fuck's—

- Ciao, bella!: Hello, beautiful!

- Sì: Yes

- Come stai?: How are you (doing)?

- Sto bene, grazie: I’m doing well, thanks.

- Sorprendente! Parla italiano? Hai un così bell'accento! Tu che sembri— : Amazing! You speak Italian! You have such a beautiful accent! You sound like—

- Piacere: Pleasure (as in ‘pleasure to meet you’)

- Bene: Good/great

- La mia taglia la so: I know what size I am

- Noto: Noted / I see

- Salvagente: Life jacket

- Lo spogliatoio è laggiù: The changing room is over there

- Grazie: Thanks

- Congratulazioni: Congratulations

- Quindi cosa dopo?: What now?

- Suegitemi: Follow me

- Bellissimo: Beautiful

- Era un corsaro, non un pirata: He was a privateer, not a pirate

- Perché sono mezzo americano. Ma mia madre è di Cordonia e anche io sono cresciuto lì: Because I am half-American. My mother is from Cordonia and I also grew up there.

- Ah, sì... Cordonia. Bel paese. Belle donne: Ah, yes… Cordonia. Beautiful country. Beautiful women.

*Big Melon: So, while looking for a translation of Big Apple, I learnt that in Italian, apple = mela, which I thought looked and sounded surprisingly similar to melon (melone), hence the small linguistic in-joke. Similar case of lost in translation with Guinea pig vs hamster. I know, I’m sad… ignore me 😆

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barnavilleemily · 10 months

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Honour him

summary: you and Glenn were best friends until he died. When you start to build a relationship with his killer how does your story end or begin

Glenn was my best friend. Before the dead started walking him and I worked together, delivering pizza to pay for college. We dreamed of doing stupid things together like watching eachother find love, have kids and walk each other down the isle.

As I watched his head get smashed in, all I could think of was that it was too soon. There was so much we hadn’t done. So much I needed him for. I couldn’t help the shriek that ripped through my throat. I couldn’t move, not just because I was told not to but because I was frozen in fear, grief.

People tried for so long to comfort me. Maggie distracted herself to get away from the thought of raising his baby alone. When Hershel was born, he was the spitting image of his daddy. Tears welled in my eyes at the mere thought of Glenn right now

“He’s- he’s gorgeous Maggie” I tried to mask the pain in my voice

“Just like his daddy” she added chuckling as a tear rolled down her soft cheek.

The sight of her crying only prompted my tears to begin falling. We sat in silence crying as Hershel embraced the small room we were in.

As Hershel grew older, I looked out for him as if he was my own. I felt I had to, I felt I owed it to Glenn.

“Hey watch out little man” Negan said towering over a confused Hershel who had just bumped into him

“Hershel slow down!” I yelled running up to him

When I laid my eyes on Negan, something in me changed. Every time I looked at him all I felt was pure hatred. I had avoided him for so long, blaming him for everything. But this time, this time was different. My heart skipped a beat, butterflies filled my stomach

“I never did apologise for, well you know” he said looking down on me

“You don’t have to-“

He cut me off “I didn’t realise you two were so close, Maggie told me about you two”

“Well now you know” I took Hershel’ small hand in mine and led him away

After that day, Negan made every attempt to get closer to me. I did everything to stay away, to push him out for Glenn. But he was like a cold, always coming back when you least want it.

I was outside trying to clear my mind from Judith’s birthday party when I heard footsteps approaching me. Negan’s.

“Needed a break huh?” He smiled down at me, offering me a sip of his beer

I declined politely

“I know you hate me but you can’t deny that there isn’t something between us” he said casually as if it was nothing

“Like what?” I asked

“The burning desire we have for eachother, just give in to it” he whispered leaning down to me, cupping my cheek

~give in to it~ god he was so cocky but I did exactly as he said. I let my lips attach to his. I let his tongue explore my mouth

After that night, things changed. Negan and I well we were something. He surprisingly made me happy and helped me get over my grief for Glenn. After a year or so, he proposed.

That’s when everything came flooding back, everything Glenn and I had talked about, everything we planned.

Before I knew it, gabriel was offering to officiate the wedding and Maggie was begging to go scavenge for a wedding dress. All that was left was who would walk me down the isle.

“Daryl, can I ask you something” I hesitated

“Yeah what do you need girl?” He looked up at me, drawing his attention from his broken bike to me

“Will you- would you- would you walk me down the isle please” tears welled in my eyes

“Oh y/n, of course I will” I swear for just a moment I saw him show emotion.

He pulled me into a hug being careful not to get grease on my clothes

It was finally my wedding day, the supposedly happiest day of my life. Maggie did my hair and makeup, michonne took care of all the organising. Now here I was standing outside the church doors with Daryls arm in mine

“Daryl-“ before I could finish tears began streaming down my face

Daryl stood in front of me. His rough hands wiping the tears off my face.

“I know you wish Glenn was here. I do too” he said softly

“ I miss him so much Daryl” I sobbed

Suddenly I felt a small hand slip into mine. I looked down and was greeted by a smiling Hershel. I let out a sob. All I saw was Glenn. I looked back and saw Maggie with her hand on her heart. I gave her a grateful smile as I walked into the church with Daryl and Hershel. I looked eyes with Negan, my future husband. He smiled as he saw the small child holding my hand. In that moment I knew he had something to do with this. Daryl passed me to Negan and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek while Hershels hugged my leg before returning to his mother.

This was it, the beginning of my future and I am beyond grateful that I can do this and honour Glenn at the same time.

#rick grimes twd #daryl dixon #the walking dead #maggie greene #glenn rhee #negan smith #the walking dead negan #negan fanfiction #negan x oc #maggie rhee #dead city #twd dead city #twd negan #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes x y/n

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senditcolton · 1 year

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Happy birthday prompt night!! 🎉 could you please do 24 with Freddie Andersen?

ah, thank you! this one is very spicy and i hope you love it!!

You know your simple slight seductions spin me out of control.

He was doing this on purpose. That much you were sure of.

Before you met him, you weren’t this easy to break. Not much flustered you, so much so that some of your friends started calling you ‘Ice Queen.’ The irony that you started dating a hockey player was not lost on you.

Meeting Fredrik Andersen changed all of that for you. There was something about him that made you fold so easily, as if his fiery red hair was all it took to thaw you. He could just be sitting there and you would fall deeper for him.

He didn’t even have to try and that was one of the most frustrating parts for you. But when he was trying… frustration couldn’t begin to describe the emotions running through you as you desperately try to listen to Heather as she relays a humorous story about her kids, the gentle holiday music playing through the speakers.

When approached with the idea of going up to Wintergreen Ski Resort for an extended weekend getaway slash holiday party with the rest of the team, you jumped at the mere thought of spending even a few hours in a winter wonderland. You thought it would be enjoyable but now, you were ready to shove Freddie into the car and take him home. You knew Freddie was thinking the same thing based on the looks he was shooting you, the heat of his gaze burning more fiercely than the logs in the fireplace.

“Hey, are you alright?” Katie, Svech’s girlfriend, says, startling you out of your reverie.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Mind’s just wandering I suppose,” you reply, the half-hearted excuse out of your mouth before you could stop it.

“I get that,” Katie tells you and you both love and hate the knowing look that she shoots you after you watch her eyes flit from you to where Freddie was standing just a few feet away.

“Well,” you draw out, returning her look with a playful glare of your own, “I think I might go and hang out in the hot tub.”

“I never understood that, going in the pool in the winter,” Heather says.

“No better time to do it!” you toss back to her, downing the rest of your drink before setting it onto a vacant table and slipping out of the door into the cooled night air.

You hear splashing and familiar laughter from some of the boys and when you turn the corner, you spy them: Jesperi, Andrei, Pyotr, and Seth.

They finally notice you when you walk closer and the excited shouts that come from them makes your heart happy. It meant a lot to you that you managed to mesh so well with the rest of the team, forming some quick friendships and with the ‘younger’ guys, it became somewhat of a fun sibling dynamic between you all.

“Hey!” you hear Jesperi shout again as you step over towards the chairs where their own robes were scattered. “Are you joining us?”

“You bet I am, Moomin,” you quip, lightly laughing at the twinge of pink that appears on Jesperi’s cheeks at the nickname, before glancing around.

“Did you bring a robe or something?” Seth asks you, noticing your slight hesitance.

“Completely skipped out on that step,” you admit with a small shrug.

“Please tell me that you didn’t skip out on the bathing suit step,” he laughs and you roll your eyes.

“That much I did remember. Planned on coming even if you hooligans weren’t here already.”

“You mean you didn’t come to see our smiling faces?”

“Nah,” you reply casually, “but it’s a plus.”

Your words get a few cheers out of the boys sitting in the tub and you quickly discard your dress, revealing the bikini that you slipped on underneath before climbing up the steps to the edge of the tub. It’s Pytor that offers you a hand to keep your balance as you step into the warm welcoming waters.

“благодарю вас” you say and you smile when you see the excited grin appear on his face at your brief Russian. “I’ve picked up on a few words,” you explain as you sit down into a free space, sinking into the bubbles.

You relax, letting the boys welcome you into their previous conversation, trading quips and embarrassing stories, occasionally talking about hockey even though the point of the trip was to get away from that, and playing the ‘older sister’ role when Seth asks for dating advice. It is nice to be around them in a more relaxed environment and you find the time passing quickly.

You are leaning back, listening to the boys talk when you feel a small kiss being placed on your shoulder. You are slightly startled and turn to see Freddie standing next to the tub with a smile on his face. You return it before your eyes register the fact that he is no longer in his suit. Instead, the complimentary terrycloth robe was wrapped around his body and when you look closer, you notice another in his hand.

“Hey Fred, you coming in as well?” Drei asks as Freddie makes his way around the tub over to where your dress was casually thrown across the wooden chairs. You don’t miss the look shot in your direction as Freddie notices the fabric, a look that made heat pool both in your cheeks and in your lower stomach.

“Yeah,” he replies and your eyes stay locked to his as he takes off his robe, a sharp breath coming in as you watch his arms and shoulders move. It isn’t long before he’s walking up and slipping into the hot tub with you all before moving ever gracefully over to the vacant spot next to you.

You are slightly surprised when his arm doesn’t move to rest across the top of your shoulders like it almost always did when you two sat next to each other but you push it from your mind. The conversation continues as normal with Freddie now chiming in that it doesn’t feel like anything changed. Not until you were laughing at something Jesperi said and felt a firm hand land on the top of your thigh.

Glancing over your shoulder, your eyes connect with Freddie and he imperceptibly raises an eyebrow as if to silence you, that same hungry look in his eyes from earlier in the night coming back at full force. Your muscles clench because you fully understand what every action so far was leading to. In response, you barely widen your eyes and cock your head as if to ask him “really, here?” When your silent question is met with nothing but a cool indifferent look and you lean back into your spot next to him, his hand still perched on your skin.

And when you feel it start to creep up, inching closer to your inner thigh, your mind jumps to the thought that played in your mind earlier that night: he was doing this on purpose.

You try, desperately, not to react as Freddie’s hand slips between your thighs, his fingers delicately tracing the edge of your bikini and you most certainly cover up your gasp with a cough when he finally moves underneath the material.

There is a slight shift in your seat, legs widen a little to give him access which Freddie takes quickly as his hand moves against you, the bubbles from the tub obscuring his actions. You attempt to make it even more innocuous by resting a hand on his bicep and leaning your head against his shoulder, trying to play it as if Freddie was simply holding your other hand in your lap.

It shockingly seems to be working for a brief moment, Freddie never being so obvious in his movements, going slow which, perhaps not so inadvertently, made you even more desperate. It isn’t until your hand on his bicep tightens when he hits a particular spot do you register a small cough come from Pytor’s direction. You glance over in enough time to see him whispering something in Andrei’s ear, Drei’s eyes flickering over towards you and Freddie before he clears his own throat.

“Well, Pytor and I are going to get a drink or two at the bar before it closes for the night,” he explains, lifting his body up to a standing position.

“Oh, that sounds like a good idea,” Seth replies, also getting up and exiting the hot tub followed shortly by Jesperi. They are putting on their robes when Jesperi looks back towards you.

“Are you guys coming too?”

“Nah,” you reply your pitch slightly higher as a whine barely escapes your mouth. You play into it, sinking a little bit into the bubbling waters. “I don’t want to leave the warmth just yet,” you lightly pout, causing a laugh from Jesepri.

A few small goodbyes are traded and you wait until you hear the gentle woosh of the hotel lobby door closing before you are leaning back, letting the moans, whines, and whimpers that you’ve been holding back fall as Freddie increases his movements against you. It doesn’t stop until your body is stiffening, the wave crashing over you as you gasp, the cold winter air a stark contrast to the heat radiating off your body.

When the high fades and Freddie’s hand withdraws, you jolt upright and lightly smack him across the chest. His only response is laughter.

“What the fuck Fred?” you hiss, more embarrassed than truly angry. “You couldn’t have waited until later?”

“No,” comes the fast reply and before you can even register his movements, Freddie is hauling you into his lap, your legs on either side of him. “Do you know how crazy you were making me tonight? In that fucking outfit of yours? You don’t even have to fucking try.”

You can’t stop the laughter that falls from your lips and after a moment, you look to see Freddie staring at you with a question on his face.

“No, it’s just… I was sort of thinking the same thing about you tonight.”

“I was trying though,” Freddie says, revealing the truth that you had already figured.

“I know,” you laugh, leaning closer into him and finally capturing his lips in a heated kiss. You break away, relishing in the feeling of his broad hands gripping you tightly. “It was very distracting.”

“So sorry for inconveniencing you.”

#nicole writes #trinity of terror prompt night #a little bit of heat and spice for our ginger king #frederik andersen blurb #frederik andersen smut #carolina hurricanes blurb #nhl blurb #hockey blurb

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adelaidedrubman · 3 months

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well now i feel like i have to ask for bush. (but also whine, boots, hook, and drink.)

oh macy my beloved, how you do know me. ironically bush is the one i had to cheat a little on. warnings for alcohol, animal death, and a passing mention of vomit

— BUSH (wildfire chapter 19)

The bliss bullet clinked against the body of the rocket launcher as she jerked it up to shield her right side, sliding a handgun from the pocket of her left to fire off at the second sniper hunkered down in the bushes and following lead.

— WHINE (the ever haunting birthday boy fic i’ll never finish)

“You reject me. Mock me,” he offered flatly, without anger. “But I see so plainly that there is love in your heart.” “Ewww,” she whined in reply. “Ew,” she repeated, this time with such a shuddering forward heave that Joseph feared his shoes would soon be coated in a second layer of her vomit. “You — You fuckin’ out grossed me, okay? Fuck. You win. Won’t fuckin’ try it again. Ugh. Ew.”

— BOOTS & HOOK (lucky double hit on the “jestiny’s perfect day” prompt i need to finally fucking finish)

The sun beats down on the back of her neck to bake the skin and draw a pleasant coating of sweat that flushes cool with the wind. The glittering waters of Snowshoe Lake lap gently at the thick heels of her boots stuck into mud at the shore. Three trout float defeated and bled dry in the cooler she pulls a fresh beer from, a fourth cutting ripples into the water as it moves to flirt with her hook. The glass on her bottle of Two Hearted Ale kisses her inner thigh with its crisp coating of frost as she props it against her leg.

— DRINK (america’s sweetheart verse)

Andrea paused, shifting her weight between her feet and crossing her arms stiff and square. She held still; watched as Jestiny left the thought behind — a lazy wave of a hand that fell to land on the flask she’d fished from the couch cushions. Watched her eyes grow vacant before she ever took a drink, glitter gold twinkle glossing over to a dull film as she dropped the topic. Watched her face fall, the shadows cast by the trailer’s unforgiving fluorescents somehow sinking deeper into the lines of her face. Watched the subtle flush coloring her cheeks fade as she took a swig, leading Andrea to realize it had never been from the alcohol.

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theclaravoyant · 7 months

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AN ~ For @fictober-event’s Fictober 2023 prompt: “You lost it. Well, we lost it.” Set during s2, written pre-airing, insp. by that one shot of Stede aboard the ruined/abandoned(?) Revenge Masterpost of my Fictober OFMD fics

Fandom: Our Flag Means Death Characters & Relationships: Stede Bonnet (& his ship), background gen Revenge Crew, background Ed x Stede.

Shattered

When Stede finally climbs aboard, the sight hits him in the gut like a cannonball. The wind is, if you’ll forgive the expression, knocked suddenly and gracelessly out of his sails as he gazes numbly around at the splintered wood and fraying rope and scorch marks that litter the deck. His precious Revenge lies around him in ruins.

“What… happened here?”

The world feels unsteady around Stede in a way it hasn’t for a long time. He’s long since got his sea legs, but now he can feel the sickening lurch of the deck beneath him.

“You lost it,” Lucius says, and it almost sounds sad and sympathetic coming from his lips. “Well, we lost it. And then Blackbeard lost it - like, lost it lost it.”

Stede runs a hand along a rough and beaten piece of the balustrade. Tears well in his eyes at the thought of losing his ship. It had been his home for so long now, and more of a home than any house he’d ever lived in. More than that, it had been where he’d found his crew. Where he’d found himself. And Ed -

“Ed did this?”

“Well, not as such,” Lucius explains. “More like, let it happen. It’s kind of the lot of a pirate ship, you know?”

He presses his lips together, because he’s trying to let Stede down gently, but he doesn’t really have that setting. Especially not about ‘Ed’ right now.

Stede nods, trying to convey like he’s listening, but he’s not really sure how much information he’s taking in. Oluwande had tried to warn him that Ed would be angry - might even try to kill him. He’s not himself. He used to think this ship was the best thing since sliced bread. He used to take pleasure in its finery and even before that, take pride in any ship he sailed. Any pirate worth his salt did. With a pang of irony, Stede even finds himself missing Izzy, who - flawed and difficult and downright loathsome though he may be - would have sooner performed as a children’s birthday clown than let any ship under his purview fall into such disrepair.

He swallows the self-doubt that opens up like a chasm inside him, and asks -

“And where’s everyone now?”

“They’re on the Queen Anne, at least, last I heard,” Lucius explains. He pulls a folded up wad of paper from his back pocket and holds it out to Stede. “Frenchie has been sending messages in bottles while I’ve been stuck on that island. I think he’s trying to tell me where they are like, in the world, but uh…“

Stede unfolds the paper and examines it. It’s a series of drawings, of course, and he can’t figure out what most of them are let alone what they could be referring to. But at least it gives him something to focus on other than the lingering scent of gunpowder and something rotting on his ship. Conjuring as much leader-y sounding pep as he can manage, he nods and tries to embrace this new obstacle - uh, challenge.

“Right. My turn to give it a go then, I suppose.”

#fictober23 #ofmd spec #our flag means death #ofmd #stede bonnet #ofmd fic #ofmd s2 #ofmd spoilers #clara's fic tag

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finniestoncrane · 2 years

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happy almost birthday! can I request mutual pining with any of the riddlers you feel like writing for?

thank you!! and of course you can you sweet bb 💚 i've tried to keep this as sort of general!riddler as possible, but i was thinking about arkham eddie the whole time so that may have seeped in i'msorryi'm justverymuchinlovewithhim

Green-Eyed Monster, General!Riddler x GN!Reader, word count: 1116

request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi

minors DNI!! 🔞 relatively sfw but don't come near me anyway with your youth

“Ok, so what’s the end goal?”

“Uh…Batman in my clutches. I thought that was…obvious? Did you lie on your resume? You’re not as smart as you said you were.”

He was smiling at you playfully, more of a sneer. It killed you when he teased you, your whole body wanted to crumple into a ball on the floor. It always felt so flirtatious, so charged, like there was more behind it than you knew there really was.

“Yes, genius, capturing Batman. But what kind of capture are you after? I mean these notes might as well be three bullet points that say make trap, lure batman, live happily ever after. There’s not much…thought put into it.”

“If you must know, I’ve been distracted by other things lately.” He closed his mouth tight, quickly looking away. He obviously had given away a bit more than he had intended to.

“Oh my, Mr. Nigma. Something distract you? Is it a bigger, stupider, darker Knight?”

“No it’s not him, it’s someone else. Or not…it’s not-”

You forced a smile onto your face, desperate to at least engage in the playful banter that gave you enough serotonin to continue living in a world where you weren’t allowed to kiss him. But your heart was beating rapidly, and sinking further and further into the pit of your stomach as you realised there might actually be someone else on Ed’s mind. Trying to suppress the instantaneous jealous rage that was threatening to bubble over, you instead forced yourself to be supportive.

“Well, I’m sure whoever they are they’ll be very receptive to any of your advances, awkward as they might be.”

“Thank you, but I doubt they’re- Sorry…awkward?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Were you operating under the impression that you were some smooth talker?”

“Hey, I do ok for myself.”

“Uh-huh.” You smirked at him, and he returned it before turning his attentions back to the plans on the desk.

Your heart rate, elevated in definite fear of the prospect of Eddie with a crush on someone who wasn’t you, never settled. Several times you were worried you were going to pass out, bent over the table studying his previous notes and ideas. And you knew you were making it awkward, because the room had a thick atmosphere of uncomfortable smog. At one point, when your hands brushed reaching for the same notepad, Eddie had jumped back as though you had given him an electric shock. So you tried to focus hard on just doing your job. Not on your stupid crush on a man who was so out of your league in every way that he might have laughed in your face at the notion of you even daring to think of him as anything other than your boss.

“Oh! Hey, Eddie?”

“Hmm?” He didn’t look up from the diagram he was drawing, but you continued anyway, glad to not have his piercing green eyes staring into yours. That might have been the final straw for you today.

“I think, if you just rehash this plan that you actually never got a chance to use.”

“Thanks for the reminder.”

“Well, no one will know. And if we combine it with this then-”

He interrupted you, bouncing away from the desk and cheering, completely ecstatic and finishing your idea in his own mind to his satisfaction.

“You are the true genius!” It was rare for him to compliment you, and it took you back. “I could just kiss you! B-but I…I won’t!”

He fumbled with his glasses, readjusting them and then fiddling with the buttons on his short.

“Of course not, wouldn’t be much a crush on this mystery person if you were willing to kiss just about anyone.”

“Right!” He let out a breathy and faked laugh. “Well, I guess you’re free for the evening. You can escape now.”

You smiled at him, it quickly waning from your face as you turned away from him and gathered your things.

“Good night, Mr. Nigma.”

Once he was sure you were gone, he let out the whining, self-pitying moan that had been choking him all evening. He crossed his arms on the desk and thumped his head down onto them. Why was it so hard to be around you? It should be easy for him to focus on his work, but even when you weren’t around he found it impossible to think of anything but your face, the way you smelled, the way you giggled at his dumb jokes and riddles. Before revenge, before Batman, before his plans and work, the first thing he thought of when waking up was you. And it was driving him insane.

Because you were the first thing he had ever wanted that he had no idea how to get. Everything else was logic, there were set precedents, conventional methods and definitives that could lead him to the end goal. And even if sometimes he had to improvise it was fine, because he was smart enough to let his brain come up with speedy, off the cuff resolutions.

But all he did was stumble around awkwardly, souring the mood with his weird behaviour and falling into traps where he almost revealed his feelings for you.

“Sometimes I wonder if I’m as smart as I think I am.” He smacked at his cheeks, trying to bring himself back to the room, back to his work. But it was useless, all he could do was ruminate on how idiotic is was of him to mention that he’d been distracted, and then to…But was there a hint of jealousy in your voice? Something beyond casual intrigue in the questioning afterwards? No, absolutely not. That was just stupid. A notion as stupid as he was.

Maybe if he trapped you…

“Jesus, Ed!”

He knew he was into you, but even he was shocked at the thought of holding you captive until you learned to love him. But he did have you trapped, essentially, under an employment contract. And he still couldn’t find it in him to make a move. The pressure of holding up his self-image, the shaky confidence already threatening to topple over at a hint of pressure. It wouldn’t stand up to rejection, especially not from someone he wanted so badly.

No, he was smart enough to know that someone like you could never fall for him. That was the curse of his genius. He tidied up the documents from the table, setting aside the ones you had pointed out and smiling as his fingers drifted over them. For now, it was enough to know you were his colleague, or at most, his friend. He could live with that at least.

#finnie writes #riddler #the riddler #batman #riddler imagine #the riddler imagine #fanfic #the riddler fanfic #riddler fanfic #riddler x reader #riddler x you #edward nygma #anon #friends being friends #edward nigma #edward nashton #the riddler fanfiction

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somebodyhelpthenotdeadfreds · 6 months

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As requested, Savage sibs and birthday party.

Been a while since I did a Tumblr prompt fill! Here you go, my dear.

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“I really think it should just be me.”

“Gary, we’re a team,” Ava reminds him, bumping his shoulder with hers as they walk down the sidewalk of the suburban neighborhood. “We’re here to help out. If you need a team to talk to your sister, we can do that. You went with me to talk to my fake parents last week.”

Gary shook his head, trying not to squeeze the wrapped present in his hands. “We’re really not that close. And you really, really don’t need to be here, I mean, she kinda likes her space and she’s really private and-”

“Hey, maybe now that you’re reconnecting as adults, it’ll be easier. How long did you say it’s been since you last saw her?”

Gary nervously looked at the cracks in the sidewalk. “Uh, a long time.”

“Then showing up with a gift for your nephew? I think that’s a great start to repairing that relationship.”

“I hope so,” Gary mutters, finally finding the right house. It’s a larger house, not the biggest one in the neighborhood, but the exposed brick and garden in the front are gorgeous and well cared for. There’s a toy car in the driveway along with a small soccer goal. There’s chalk drawings of three women and a little boy, and balloons tied to the mailbox. It’s all set up for a birthday party.

Ava beams and gives him a thumbs-up as he rings the doorbell. There’s no sound of footsteps at all until the door opens and a woman with a red-dyed undercut and shiny bracelets opens the door. She’s not as tall as Gary but from the fire in her gaze he’s the one that has to meet her eyes with an awkward smile. “Scandal. Hey.”

Gary’s sister, Scandal, stares at him for a moment. Then she looks at Ava, then looks at the gift in Gary’s hands, then back at Gary. “Gareth.”

“Actually, it’s Gary n-”

“Who’s that with you?”

“Oh, this is Ava. She’s my best friend. And my coworker.”

Scandal stares them both down for another solid minute, before her face melts into a smile. The sunlight glints off two wedding rings on her hand. Ava relaxes. Gary doesn’t. “Oh. Gary. Hi. Nice to see you. Is that for-”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s for Felix, actually.”

“Felix.” Scandal repeats, still smiling. “My son.”

“Yeah, my nephew. Thought, uh, thought he’d like a stuffed penguin.”

“That's nice,” Scandal nods. She pulls the door the rest of the way open, invites them both into her foyer. “Party’s happening out in the living room, come on.”

Gary and Ava follow behind Scandal as they wander through the foyer of the big house, littered with pictures of Scandal and two redheads and a red headed little boy. Said redheads and little boy are on the floor of the living room, streamers all over the windows and wrapping paper all over the floor. A large muscular man sits in a recliner, his arms folded as he studies the party before him like he’s never been to one before. On the overstuffed couch, a woman is leaned across two men, her back propped up with a pillow as she pushes another present closer. The man in the middle has an arm around the man on the end, and the man on the end is in the middle of eating a slice of cake. The taller redhead on the floor beams as the little boy unwraps a book on zoo animals, ruffling his hair. Scandal clears her throat and everyone looks up. Everyone’s smile looks confused, Ava notices.

The little boy is oblivious to it, holding up his book. “I got a book, Mamá!”

“I see, kiddo,” Scandal smiles, her hand reaching up to squeeze Gary’s shoulder. “Maybe Floyd can read it to you later.”

“Sure,” the man eating cake says through a mouthful of frosting. He’s setting his plate on the side table. “Who’s the dynamic duo, boss?”

Scandal smiles wider, squeezing Gary’s shoulder harder. “Everyone. This is my little brother, Gary.”

The room goes dead quiet and it freaks Ava out how suddenly everyone is now glaring at them. What’s she told them? What could be so bad? It’s GARY, for crying out loud.

The shorter redhead gets up, taking Felix’s hand. “Hey, sweetie, let’s go get more cake.”

“CAKE!” the little boy shrieks in delight.

“Thanks, Liana. Kay and I’ll be there in a second,” Scandal nods, watching her wife lead their son out. Kay, the other redhead, slowly rises to her feet. Ava has to crane her neck; she’s at least seven feet tall.

Gary’s still smiling because it’s what he’s best at. “Hi, everyone.”

Scandal moves from gripping Gary’s shoulder to wrapping an arm around his neck, a very forced sibling move of appreciation. “And this is Gary’s coworker, Ava. Do you know where Gary works, guys?”

Scandal and Gary have perfect fake smiles, as though they’ve practiced them for years.

“Gary and Ava work for the federal government,” Scandal continues, her teeth showing. “Under Waller, right?”

A sharp metal blade comes out of her bracelet and rests across Gary’s throat. He doesn’t look nearly as surprised as Ava is, who turns to look at the birthday crowd and watches everyone pull guns and knives out of the couch and chairs and point them at both of them.

Scandal hisses her next sentence. “What the fuck are you doing here? On my son’s birthday? How do you even know about him?”

“Scandal, it’s not what you think. I don’t even work for Waller anymore! I got transferred to a different department. But then the department got dissolved so now I-”

“He’s stalling,” the man with frosting on his lips says, pointing a gun at Ava. “Answer her or it’s nonlethal organs to start with.”

Gary looks far too calm for this. Ava moves to pull him away but Kay grabs her, pulls her arms behind her back and holds her. Ava struggles but it’s like nothing for Kay.

A body leans down from the chandelier, frosting on their face. “What's all the excitement?”

“It’s fine, Doll,” the woman on the couch says, knives in both hands. “Just a few new piñatas for the party is all.”

“Scandal, I’m not here to arrest you or threaten you!”

“Then what do you want?”

Gary manages to wave the present. “I don’t know, see you? I haven’t seen you in 15 years, maybe now would be a good time to start. It was 50 years before then, I don’t want it to be that long again.”

“How do you know about Felix?”

Gary sighs. “Do you believe me if I say time travel?”

Ava is horrified that Gary just brought their job up in the group of weirdos, but Scandal actually relaxes for a second. “Wait. Is this about that Rip Hunter project?”

“He died.”

“That doesn't surprise me,” Scandal sighs, finally letting go. She waves her hand for her friends to put their weapons down. They do. “Moron appeared out of nowhere with an offer for a ‘special job.’ That's how you get killed. What happened to him?”

“Long story,” Gary waves the thought away. Ava is still trying to catch up.

Wait… 50 years?

“So can we stay? Just for a little bit.”

“You still with the feds?”

“Uh… no. Not anymore.”

Scandal nods, taking a seat on the floor to start cleaning up wrapping paper. Kay lets Ava go, stumbling in surprise. Gary puts the present with the huge pile of other wrapped gifts.

“At least it’s just you,” Scandal tells him, shoving ribbon in a trash bag. “If Bishop showed up he’d be a stain on the carpet.”

Ava’s jaw drops open. Gary laughs nervously, wipes the back of his neck. “About that, actually…”

#gary green #legends of tomorrow #scandal savage #secret six #Gareth Savage head canon for life #secret six would have been fun for the legends to meet

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lumilasi · 4 months

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Time for a yearly art summary

I'm still likely going to draw a couple of things, but figured I'd do this before the year ends so I won't forget lol

I was surprised to find there were still couple of pieces of fanart I'd made this year, I thought I'd completely moved away from it by now? Guess not lol

This year was also kind of....character ref update heavy, which made finding stuff for this difficult as a lot what I saw that wasn't a ref was reblogged art from previous year :T I'm really gonna try and NOT make so many refs next year, it was kinda ridiculous lol

About each piece chosen below:

January: One of the few fanart pieces I had made this year. Tomura for the year of the bunny.

February: Apparently the only new piece I'd made that month? A traditional shigadabi doodle

March: My birthday month, also the birth of one of my main character's new, modern look and story. Jurou got his tattoos and longer hair here.

April: Speaking of design updates, Ichirou's new modern look was born here as well, or at least this particular ref image was lol

May: Mermay piece with my sea serpent boy Caelan. Probably one of my favorite pieces of all time I've made so far!

June: Pride month thing I did with Henrik and Clover, which also actually utilized an old sketch of an older piece with these two that I still loved.

July: Surprise return of Tomura. Another old art remake if I recall right?

August: Just a simple piece of Avane and Roman. These two started out as my less-liked characters I had, but after the story update and design updates for both, they've become among my favorite couples/characters.

September: I was already heading for the spooky times even before the spooky month I see. Angus with a hypotethical look relevant to his story. This piece was unique where I just used the sketch and did not do lineart, essentially it is kind of a messy style digital painting. LOVE this one even now, another one of my personal favorites.

October: The first prompt for my (somewhat failed) Spooktober art challenge. While I didn't make as much art I'd hoped, I very much love this piece with Avane, also a favorite, probably second after the previous Angus one.

November: Yet another piece utilizing an older work that I just reworked using the characters' new designs. (I loved the old one still, I'd just recently redesigned both characters somewhat so I felt the need to rework it)

December: I wanted to use one of the prompt pieces from the art challenge I am doing, but...they were simply difficult to fit into this vertical-style summary, so I ended up picking Jurou's more demonic form I finally upgraded this month after, well, months. I feel its kind of fitting for me to end the year in a spooky note lol

#art summary #art year 2023 #2023 #my art #my oc #tomura shiragaki #fanart

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britswriting · 1 year

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Warning: Sexual Content, wholesome fluff

*Leighton's POV*

Gemma had returned home from Gabriel's parents house and when I asked her if she had fun at Mimi's, she said no.

She came home in a horrible mood, and I thought a nap would fix it, but even with Uncle Landon play time and a special muffin snack, she was still moody.

I had one more thing up my sleeve...

"Want to draw a pretty picture for Coco?" I asked, Gemma perking up.

"Coco?" She asked and I nodded, grabbing some printer paper, cutting it in half and folding the halves into halves.

I laid down a tablecloth just in case, placing her bucket of drawing supplies on it.

My dad one day brought over some crayons and markers, claiming we had to start young to carry the legacy; staying for a few hours as they colored together.

Gemma came running over to me, climbing up onto the chair. I grabbed a black sharpie and wrote "You're Invited" on the front, flipping open to the middle and writing "Coco is formally invited to Gem Gem's 2nd birthday! RSVP with mama for info!"

I let her have free reign with the art supplies, scribbling all over the piece of paper as I continued to write out on the papers.

Gemma was getting more and more into coloring, so I figured this would be a fun activity to lift her spirits, plus, her birthday was sneaking up on us and I needed to make sure I invited people to it.

I was doing one of the last pieces when Gemma tugged at my arm, messing up where I had been writing.

"Mama?"

"Yes baby?" I hummed, accepting the fact that Logan's invitation was just gonna look like this now.

"Elp?"

"With what honey?"

She frowned, staring down at her paper that was all scribbled on.

I flipped it open to the middle, placing her sippy cup on the edge so it didn't shut. "There go baby" I kissed her head, Gemma beginning to scribble again.

I was surprised by how long this kept her attention, that I almost wished I had been productive during this time.

I was trying to remind myself to live in the moment and hang out with her, and not just throw an activity at her so I could vacuum.

I heard the front door open, the voices of Landon, Finn and Xander coming into the apartment.

"There's my baby G!" Landon cooed, coming over to kiss her head, only for her eyes to go wide and cover her work.

"NO!" She screamed, all of our eyes widening at the outburst.

"Gemma Lorraine, inside voice-" I tried to reprimand, but it was useless.

"No!" She yelled again, her eyes filling with tears, and I finally noticed what she was doing.

She didn't want him to see that she was working on her birthday invitations.

I mouthed "Go" to Landon, winking at him, hoping he got the gist, thanking god when he nodded and ushered everyone away.

I stood in the kitchen, starting dinner for the two of us when Colby tried to FaceTime me. The second I accepted it and Gemma heard his voice, she got excited but then angry, yelling at me.

"Gemma Lorraine, don't yell at mommy" I warned, not wanting to get a noise complaint.

"What's her issue?" He asked as I prompted him against the counter.

"She's making a surprise and doesn't want you to see. Landon came in and I swear she was gonna blow her top!"

"Ah, well I can't wait to see it. I was actually calling to ask you how therapy went?" He said and I groaned.

I added sexual assault and rape trauma to my list of issues in therapy, and today was my first session of us discussing what happened, and ways to cope with it so I hopefully didn't get any relapse temptations.

"Was fine. Sucked as always" I muttered, not really wanting to relive today's therapy session.

"I'm sorry baby. If it makes you feel better, I also talked about it in therapy" he said nonchalantly, catching me off gaurd.

"Oh? About what? You weren't R worded" I censored, glancing towards Gemma when I heard her rummage through her bin.

"No, but my girlfriend was.. and I want to learn how to be helpful. They suggested couples therapy for it" He brought up, catching my attention.

"Couples therapy? Why?"

"Well.. I guess in a way we can talk about it together? Learn how to grow from it. How to handle it"

"Oh"

"Are you interested?" He asked, shifting his position, causing the screen to shake.

"Um.. I don't know. It's still pretty fresh"

"Well isn't that the best time to do it? Nip it in the bud before it becomes an issue?" He asked and I stayed quiet, "Well I won't force you. Just an idea" He said and I nodded.

Gemma yelled for me to come help her, needing the next piece of paper. I couldn't help but smile fondly at her work. They all looked adorable.

Colby was talking to me about some meeting he had earlier today when Gemma called for me again, asking me to draw her a moo, frowning when Colby laughed.

"No!" She cried and I rolled my eyes, drawing her a cow, except she then got mad that it didn't look how it looked on her book, getting up and dragging that annoying ass book to the table to show me.

I practically traced the damn book to make my child happy, praying the day would come here quicker for when I could toss that shit in the trash.

"I should give her art projects more often. I've never seen a two year old sit still for this long" I told Colby, sitting down on the floor to fold laundry.

I swear it was never ending.

I wish I could tell me a year ago that it got worse when they became toddlers. Not only does she leak through diapers and spill on herself, but she's starting to strip out of her clothes and run around naked just for the hell of it.

She's making me a mound of laundry by the day.

"Her birthday is coming around the corner" Colby brought up and I nodded, bringing my finger to my mouth and glancing towards Gemma. "Do you have plans?" He asked in a loud whisper that made me roll my eyes.

Did he miss me telling him to shush?

I nodded, scrolling through Gabe and I's texts, sending a screenshot of her plans to him.

"No more talking toys!" I warned, Colby grinning.

"So I shouldn't buy her a stuffed cow that moos when you squeeze it?"

"Like a damn dog toy? I will cut off your balls and feed it to a damn cow if you do that" I threatened, his eyes going wide.

"Damn, feisty you are"

"I'm over hearing that damn book go mooooooo at 3 in the morning. She's insisted on sleeping with it, and lately she's been sleeping in my bed because I've been working more lately which has fluffed up our routine. I wake up and fall asleep too damn animal noises! I live in the fluffing city Cole!" I cried out, trying to be aware of the little ears not too far from me.

I really needed to get my swearing under control now that she was repeating us.

"Okay okay, no mooing cows. I got it, damn" he laughed and I groaned, rubbing at my temples.

"She needs a new fixation"

"How about ducks?' He asked, quacking at me.

I stifled a laugh, shaking my head, "Did you just fucking quack at me?" I asked, letting it slip.

"Quack quack"

"Shut up, that's no better than a cow mooing! In fact it's just more repetitive. At least a moo is drawn out. Not just like quack quack quack quack" I imitated, and then Gemma quacked from the table and I wanted to die. "I swear to god Colby" I groaned, hoping she doesn't start quacking twenty four seven now.

"Hey G?! What does a cow say?" He loudly asked, laughing as she went "mooooooo" from the table.

That night Gemma hand delivered her invitations to Landon, Xander and Finn, all three of them complimenting her drawing skills and I could just see the pride fill in her eyes, my heart wanting to burst at the idea of her being proud of herself.

Before work I dropped Gemma off at my parents, her invitations tight in her hand as she stood on her tip-toes, trying to reach the bell.

"Mama! Elp peas!" She cried, her arm stretched as far as she could.

We listened to the bell chim, Gemma giggling at the noise, waiting for someone to let us in.

Lexi let us in on her way out, kissing Gemma quickly before passing us, Gemma frowning.

"Tation?" She frowned, showing me the envelopes.

"We can leave it for Nonna and Papa baby, come on. Momma has to go bye bye. Let's go find Papa" I encouraged, trying to distract her from Lexi leaving too quickly.

After work Gemma and I went to the post office, Gemma was extremely excited to toss her invitations to Sammy, Coco and Meow into the big blue box.

"Coco go birfday arty?" She asked and I giggled, nodding.

"He wouldn't miss it for the world sunshine" I reassured, not realizing the nickname that slipped from my lips.

The morning of Gemma's birthday, she woke up bright and early, screaming about birthday breakfast.

Gemma helped me make pancakes, sneaking bits and pieces of the pancakes before we were done, making it so three or four had missing chunks.

"Mama yum!" she giggled, stuffing the piece of pancake into her mouth.

"Yeah? You did good baby" I laughed, her hand holding out a piece of pancake. I let her feed it to me, "Yum!" I grinned, Gemma giggling, grabbing a different pancake and taking a bite out of it.

I'll be surprised if any were left untouched.

Colby called whilst I plated the pancakes, making sure to make a few for Logan and Xander that didn't have toddler germs on them, wishing Gemma a happy birthday.

I caught myself smiling as they talked to each other, Gemma asking if he got her picture.

"I did! You did a great job Gem. Just like your momma and papa!" He encouraged, Gemma's shoulders slinking up to her chin as she became bashful.

"Ike papa?" She asked, a big grin on my face when I realized she became shy at the idea of drawing like her papa.

"Better than Papa!" Colby responded, a big smile on Gem's face, my eyes becoming wet.

"No etter dan papa! Papa est!" She argued and I caught Colby grinning at her, my heart picking up in pace.

"He is pretty good, but I think in a few years he's gonna have some pretty good competition. I mean look at this color theory-" he joked, holding up her multicolored scribble filled invitation. "Van Gough could never" he teased, a loud laugh falling from my lips.

"Baby, she doesn't know what any of that sh- is. I'm honestly surprised you do" I teased, catching myself mid curse.

"Hey! I am very smart and talented! In case you forgot, I helped you with that art piece for Sam!" He defended and I snickered, shaking my head.

"You were afraid to touch the canvas for ages!" I teased, Gemma stuffing a piece of her cut up pancake into her mouth.

Once we let Cokby go, Gemma ran down the hall to Landon's room, practically breaking down his door and I quickly shouted, "Make sure you're covered! Two year old coming in!" before the door opened, a plate of pancakes in hand. "Gem made breakfast" I announced, glad to see Landon and Xander were covered.

"Happy birthday G" Landon hummed, laying on his stomach, Gemma running over to him. "What'd you make?" His sleepy voice asked, trying to sound more excited for the bouncing toddler.

"pah-aches!" She giggled, bouncing on her feet.

I showed the plate of pancakes, Landon adjusting to sit up, pulling Gemma up onto the bed, kissing her cheek.

"You didn't make moooo pancakes?" He asked, her eyes going wide and snapping to mine.

I instantly glared at my younger brother, Gemma gasping.

"MAMA MOOOOO ACHES!" She yelled, Landon smirking and letting her wiggle off their bed.

I flipped Landon off as we left, Gemma running back to the kitchen demanding I make cow pancakes, meaning I needed to Google how to, but then she started crying because she wanted them now and I was moving too slow.

We then had our second tantrum of the morning when they didn't turn out how the picture in her head looked.

"This is your fault" I told Landon, having called him out for reinforcement.

We somehow got them to look semi okay, not wanting her birthday to be ruined before breakfast was even done.

Right before Gemma got up from her nap, Gabe and Zara arrived, and I was thankful Gemma seemed happy that Gabe was the one to get her from her nap.

"Look at the birthday girl!" Zara cheered, Gemma running over to her with a giggle. "Are you ready to go?" She asked, Gabe sitting down with her shoes.

Gabe and Zara were taking Gemma out for a few hours so I could prepare the apartment for the party. My dad was picking up Colby from the airport and then meeting me here to help out. Sam and Kat flew out to be with Sam's family for Thanksgiving and his birthday, promising to call later and wish Gemma a happy birthday.

Whilst pulling vanilla cupcakes out of the oven, I heard the front door open, catching my attention.

"Hello?" I called out, expecting it to be Landon having forgotten something. When there was no response. I tossed the oven mitts onto the counter, rounding the corner only to see Colby slipping off his shoes.

"Hi baby, your dad let me in" He grinned, looking up at me from his shoes, my arms immediately wrapping around his waist, greeting him with a kiss.

"I've missed you" I sighed, Colby squeezing me.

"Missed you more" he kissed me again, "I hate to let you go, but I really need to piss" he said, making me laugh.

"Such a romantic!" I called back, Colby slipping past me to the bathroom.

My dad got started on blowing up balloons whilst I got in the zone of filling cupcake liners when Colby wrapped his arms around me from behind, making me jump.

"Jesus christ!" I shrieked, hearing him laugh. "YOU MADE ME DROP MY CUPCAKE!" I yelled, seeing the cupcake that was once in my hand, now by my foot.

"You almost made me drop my croissant!" He mocked the meme, bending down to grab it off the floor, "Five second rule" he said, before peeling it out of the liner and plopping it in his mouth. "HAWT!" he breathed out and I cackled, "THAT'S WHAT YOU GET!"

"Tastes good" he shrugged after gulping down the cupcake. "These are cute by the way" He held up the black cupcake liner that had little cows on them.

"I'm all cowed out, and I feel like it's just begun" I sighed, pushing a few of the cupcakes away from the edge.

Colby helped my dad set up the cringey banner as I got the snack bowls ready, feeling extremely anxious about making this party go smoothly.

Colby ended up joining me in the shower, wrapping his arms around my naked body, thankfully announcing himself before entering.

Colby laid sweet kisses against my neck whilst I shaved my legs, making my spine tingle

"That tickles" I mumbled, carefully shaving around my knee.

"I'm sorry" He mumbled against my skin, his hand moving my wet hair out of the way. "You just look so beautiful" he hummed, squeezing my ass.

"You know some people use self control" I teased, straightening my posture, turning to face him.

"Baby, I have none when it comes to you" He let a smile slip, his hands cupping my face as he leaned down to kiss me.

"Mm" I moaned into it, not being able to get my words out. "Cole- Colby" I struggled, Colby's head falling to my shoulder, littering my collarbone in tender kisses. "We can't. I'm not ready and people are gonna be here soon" I reminded him, wincing when his teeth pressed into my skin. "You better not leave a noticeable hickey!" I warned, my head rolling back at the feeling, my hips pushing outwards involuntarily.

"Seems ready to me" he hummed, his hand slipping down to my hip, his fingertips brushing against my ass as he left his hand there.

"Colby" I warned and he groaned.

"I've missed you and your beautiful velvet skin baby. I'm not going to fuck you, I just want to love up on you. Your vagina has a chokehold on my cock baby. What you say goes, but I'd still like to love on the areas I can. You said no, and I respect that but if you'll allow me, I'd still like to feel your skin under mine"

I gave into his touch, basking in the feeling of his affection.

"You know in those like romantic movies how they like wash each other's hair? I can't even see the top of your head" I snickered, passing him the shampoo.

"Do you want to?" He asked, popping my shampoo bottle back open.

"You're gonna smell like flowers" I grinned, Colby rolling his eyes.

Colby leaned on his knees in front of me, passing me the bottle.

"Better?" He asked, my laugh bouncing off the shower walls, making my ears ring a little.

"Are you going to suck my cock whilst you're down there?" I grinned, Colby letting the water wet his hair as I poured the soap onto my hand.

"I'd bring you to an orgasm so fast if you let me" He groaned, my hands running through his hair, spreading the soap, my nails softly scratching his scalp. Colby moaned, making my cunt pulsate, my eyes closing, feeling his hands on my skin. "God that feels good. You should do that more often" he hummed as I washed out the soap.

"Do you want conditioner?" I questioned, trying to ignore his sounds of pleasure and then annoyance when I stopped.

"Anything to get your fingers back in my hair" He smirked and I wanted to smack him so bad.

I ran the conditioner through his hair, Colby placing tender kisses against the lower part of my breasts, driving me inside when his tongue teased my nipple, keeping all of his touches right under where I so desperately wanted him.

"You're being a brat" I muttered, rinsing out the condition as he continued to leave teasing touches.

"Stop trying to resist me and give into the pleasure your body is craving" He muttered against my skin, biting softly against the extra fat on my stomach.

"Hey" I frowned, flicking the back of his head with my finger.

"Did you just flick me?" He asked, his eyes full of surprise.

"You bit my fat!"

"It's very biteable"

"Word to the wise, maybe don't draw attention to the areas I'm insecure of" I teased, carding my fingers through his wet hair, watching the water droplets roll down his collarbones to his chest.

"But I love those areas" He said, biting near my belly button, making me wince again.

"Stop biting me, you vampire" I gripped his hair, pulling a little, watching his facial reactions but he just nibbled my skin again, his hand sliding up my thigh and going to my hip bone making my skin feel like I was on fire.

I pulled at Colby's hair, getting him to unlatch from my skin.

"Please don't leave bruises on my skin. The ones on my hips and boobs are finally going away" I said softly, watching his eyes soften, apologizing, his lips littering kissing from my knee to my upper thigh, pressing a tender kiss to each passing bruise that was in the shape of fingerprints.

I felt his tongue brush against the bruise, my eyes closing as my head leaned back, my hand lost in his hair.

"The only marks that should be on your beautiful skin is from love. I love right here" He kissed my hip, "and here" he moved towards my extra weight, placing a few kisses in different areas, "and here" he hummed, sucking on my right hip bone, soothing the area. I felt him smirk against my skin before he grabbed my leg, lifting it over his shoulder, supporting my thigh. "And here" he breathed against my now quivering cunt, pressing a soft kiss against my lips, a low moan falling from my lips.

"Fuck, do that again!" I begged, Colby happily obliged, pressing another feather like kiss to my clit.

I felt myself clench around nothing as he did it again, except this time his tongue flicked it softly making my toes curl as my hand reached out for the shower wall to support myself, my hips involuntarily grinding against him.

I felt myself try to move at a fast pace against his slow touches, Colby looking up at me from under my leg, our eyes connecting and I felt my heart rate slow down as he placed soft kisses against my inner thigh.

My tight muscles relaxed as he moved down my thigh, his fingers rubbing against my folders before slipping into me, my eyes falling shut as my lips parted.

I could feel my stomach tighten as my breathing became more intense, groaning when he slipped his fingers out of me and let my leg back down.

"What are you-" I tried to talk, Colby getting up and cutting me off with a kiss, his hands resting on my hips.

"You're beautiful inside and out, you know that?" He asked, my eyes opening from the kiss, feeling his breath against my lips.

"You stopped my orgasm to tell me I was pretty?"

"No, that you're beautiful. That's very different Leighton" He teased, his nose brushing against mine making me turn my head out of embarrassment.

"Can you just fuck me already?" I whined, Colby's finger moving under my jaw, turning me back to him, kissing me again.

"I rather listen to your sweet moans for hours-"

"Cole I swear to god if you don't make me cum within the next two minutes-" I whined, knowing we really didn't have time for his tender touches.

As much as I loved them, people were going to be here in two hours, and I wasn't ready at all.

This shower was supposed to be 10 minutes max.

"You're really killing the mood here baby" He teased, pinning my hands to the wall.

"You killed my orgasm. You created this monster now you better feed it"

"Careful or I'll fill that pretty little mouth of yours with yours with my cum"

"Promise?"

"Do you love it baby?" I laughed, watching her inspect her birthday outfit in the mirror before squalling "Yes!" running to hug me. "I'm glad, let's do your hair and then you can go show Nonna and Papa"

"And Coco!"

"And Coco" I nodded, grabbing her little hand and walking with her to the bathroom. "How do you want it lovebug"

We pulled Gemma's hair into little big tails, plopping the cute little bow on her head.

I pulled out my phone and took a few mirror selfies with her, sending Gabe and Colby, one of me kissing her cheek, a big smile on her face.

Gemma ran over to Colby, doing a spin, basking in his compliments before showing my parents, and finally Gabe and Zara.

It was weird to think about how much she's grown in just two years.

She went from being a little baby in the NICU to a giggly bouncing toddler.

I laid in bed last night scrolling through my pregnancy photos and early newborn pictures, crying as I thought about her being two.

The hardest photos to look at were when Gemma was on oxygen. It definitely made me feel extremely grateful to see her running around and playing knowing just how different things could've gone.

Gabe and I sat next to Gemma, offering her presents to open as people filmed and took photos, cheering her on.

Every time she opened a present and we said who it was from, she'd run over to the person and hug them, melting my heart.

"What did you get Gem? Can you show Roo?" I asked, pointing towards Lexi who had my phone. "Can you say thank you Sam and Kat?" I encouraged, Gemma's eyes stuck on the box, showing her what was inside.

I laughed softly, kissing the top of her head, "I think it's safe to say she likes it"

"Open ease?" She asked, turning her head to look up at me.

"Later baby, we got more things to open! Coco got you a gift, Papa got you a gift, daddy got you a gift" I motioned towards the unopened presents.

"Coco!" She squealed, Colby reaching over and sliding the big box towards her, pulling out his phone, ready to film her reaction.

The wrapping paper was off in an instant, not even giving me enough time to make fun of how it was wrapped, Gemma squealing at the picture on the front.

Gemma shoved the box out of the way, shooting up off my lap and booking it to Colby, collapsing into his chest.

"Say thank you Gem" I reminded her, a muffled childlike thank you being heard, the group aweing and laughing at her reaction.

"You're very welcome Gem" He kissed her head, Gemma running back over to us, dropping to her knees, her little hands slapping the box as she stared.

It was safe to say that was the first present we were taking out of the box.

Gabe helped set up the toy, and once Gemma figured out how it worked, she was cruising all over the apartment, running into walls and over toes to the point I had to pull her aside and give her rules.

Of course, being a toddler who didn't understand rules yet, she broke every single one of them but Gabe told me to let it go and let her enjoy her birthday.

"I sent Sam the video, he's glad she likes it and says to let him know when things die down and he'll call" Colby said, showing me the text.

I nodded and leaned against his arm, watching her and Noel play with a few toys, both of them covered in frosting from the cupcakes.

"I'm happy she has a friend" I said softly, Colby wrapping his arm around my waist, his hand resting on the front of my hip.

"Do you think they'll be friends for a long time?" he asked and I watched the two toddlers play, nodding.

"I hope so. Her mom's really nice too"

"Yeah? You're making friends?" He teased, and I looked up at him to see him grinning down at me. When his eyes met mine, he leaned down to kiss me, letting it linger before I felt little hands slap my foot, my eyes popping open, finding Harper at my feet.

I giggled, lifting her up and kissing her cheek. "Is it uncle Colby?" I asked, Colby giving the one year old attention.

Harper roped Colby into playing with her, making my heart explode as April elbowed me, a mischievous look in her eye.

"He's so good with kids" April daydreamed, watching Colby adore Harper right in front of us. "That's your sister's kid, right?" She questioned, and I nodded.

"Technically brothers, but they've been married long enough, she might as well be" I joked, spotting Cynthia and Logan talking to my parents.

"You've got quite the full house here" She noted, looking around and I nodded.

"A lot of people love that little girl. I'm extremely grateful" I sent her a small smile, feeling a little awkward.

"So.. Do you think he's the one?" She asked, catching me off guard.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you think you'll get married?" She reiterated.

I practically snorted, shaking my head. "When we started hanging out, he told me he never thought about marriage. About tying down so I doubt it" I answered truthfully, feeling like I was punched in the stomach with reality.

"Things change, you know?" She said, sounding optimistic but I couldn't help but mutter, "Feelings about topics like that don't easily change"

"Do you want to get married?" She asked, my brow furrowed.

"To Colby?"

"Or in general"

"Of course. White picket fence, a litter of kids, the whole nine yards.. I just.. I don't think it's in the cards for me" I admitted, weary for sharing too much to someone I've only known a little over a month.

"Why wouldn't it be in the cards? You guys seem happy" She noted and I sighed.

"Life has a funny way of showing you your destiny. Some people aren't meant to have a happy healthy forever kind of path. Some people hit the sticks and tumble down some rocks, plopping into a creek" I said nonchalantly, not thinking much of what I said until I heard April laugh. "What?"

"You know what cleans you? It's one of the reasons people are baptized in water. To wash away the sins, start fresh, be new, you know?" She said, the religion talk catching me off guard.

"I don't know.."

"You said you're twenty three right?" She asked and I nodded, "You're practically a baby still. You have a whole life to find forever"

"You found forever, and you don't look that old" I spoke before thinking, my eyes widening. "I'm so sorry!" I quickly apologized, April laughing.

"Kevin and I have known each other a long time. We were friends, we dated other people but at the end of the day... we couldn't find better. That doesn't mean we're perfect for each other, and for all I know there could be someone better... but I don't want someone better" She said, and I instantly felt shitty.

"I'm glad you're happy April" I said, her face seeming confused and I groaned, "I didn't mean to sound bitchy. I'm genuinely happy you're happy. I'm happy you found someone you feel like that with" I corrected, my eyes glancing towards Colby who had a pile of girls three and under, on top of him.

"You have it too" She said, getting me to look back at her.

"What do you mean?"

"Happiness. Love. That man hasn't stopped looking at you or your daughter since I got here" April had a small smile on her face, my eyes immediately going back to Colby who was laying on the ground, two toddlers on his chest as they giggled, Colby pretending making some sort of monster noises.

April and I chatted for a while, watching the hustle and bustle of my family and friends mingling before the toddlers ran up to us, begging for a cupcake.

The party started winding down, only a few of us left, Gemma and Noel on a sugar high as they played throughout the apartment.

"Do you think they'll be friends forever?" April asked, leaning against my counter as she dried dishes, the sounds of their gibberish in the background, playing with new toys.

"I hope so. I'd hate for either of the girls to deal with that sort of heartbreak. Gem.. I don't know. I feel like she's social with adults because that's all she's been around. Hopefully she'll befriend some toddlers. Gabe and I plan to put her into preschool whenever we can"

"Is co-parenting hard?" April asked and I shrugged, explaining we just started. "I can't imagine having to split my time with Noel" She said, sounding like that was her worst nightmare.

"Well I.. I mean, yeah.. it's hard.. but.." I pushed my lips together, glancing towards the soaper water.

"But?"

"I'm used to it" I shamefully admitted, not wanting to look over towards her.

She stayed quiet which I was thankful for, Colby stepping into the kitchen, asking me to move so he could grab a garbage bag, kissing my cheek before he left.

"How old is Colby?" She asked and without thinking I told her 25, almost 26. "It's interesting that he's so young and wants this. Like without obligation" She said and when I stayed quiet she sighed. "I didn't mean to make you question things. I'm sorry. I love that he's so involved. Just find it interesting, that's all"

Sam ended up calling us whilst Gemma was in the bath, Gemma showing him her bubbles, laughing when she saw herself on the screen with bubbles on her head.

I feel like the older she's getting, the more fun she's having when they call. Sam sometimes will call just hang out whilst he's editing, and Gemma usually finds a way to become the center of attention, making it so he gets nothing done but he claims he wouldn't have it any other way.

Besides this morning, today had been full of giggles and smiles and I couldn't help but crawl into my bed where Gemma and Colby were snuggling with a smile on my face.

"Have you had a good birthday Gem?" I asked, rolling over to face her, pulling the blanket up over us, Colby fast asleep on the other side of her.

She nodded and I felt like my heart could burst.

"I'm glad. Are you excited to hang out with Grandpa and Mimi tomorrow?" I questioned, trying to prepare Gemma to spend thanksgiving with her dad.

She shook her head.

"Why not?"

"Be wit Coco" She mumbled, sleep apparent as she slurred her words, snuggling into Colby's sleeping body.

"You'll see Colby again baby. Daddy and Zara want to spend time with you" I said softly, brushing some of her hair out of her eyes.

"Coco go bye bye?" She asked and I shook my head.

"Not for a little while. He wanted to hang out with his baby G" I smiled, snuggling closer to her, letting my arm drape over her and Colby, my hand resting on Colby's chest.

The day of Sam's birthday Colby planned a surprise trip to a farm not too far from us that was used as an education center for kids, and the entire drive there we heard "We dare yet?" driving me up a wall.

I've never been happier in my life to see fields of farmland, and know we were at our destination.

Gemma unclipped her car seat buckles, earning a surprising scolding from Colby about how dangerous that is and to never do it again, ending in tears.

I was surprised that Colby didn't cave and snuggle her, but basically told her to get over it which made me laugh since I knew how with one bat of the eye he would be a puddle on the floor.

Gemma was dressed in cow print overalls and a shirt that read "moo" and Colby plopped a cow print cowgirl hat on her, chuckling about how we'll never lose her.

"This feels excessive" I mumbled to him, not wanting Gemma to hear me as she waddled in front of us, her eyes taking in the big red barn.

"She looks cute, leave her alone" Colby scolded quietly, squeezing my hand in his.

"I can't believe you bought her a cowgirl hat"

"Well she has to look the part" He declared, turning to look at me, "And I got one for you, but you didn't want it. We all could've been matching"

"When you said you had errands to run, cowgirl hats aren't what I was expecting you to come back with" I snickered, swatting the top of his hat so it would cover his eyes, annoying Colby.

"Whenever you're ready to join in on our fun, just say the word" He hummed, spinning my cowgirl hat on his wrist.

We got our wristbands, Colby paying for the event saying it was part of Gemma's birthday present.

"Are you ready to go have fun G?" He asked her, Gemma holding his hand as we came to a fenced off area for the chickens.

Gemma jumped when one of the chickens squawked, her eyes wide before she could even reply to Colby, her head whipping up to look at Colby, glaring as he laughed at her.

"Can you go cock-a-doodle-doo Gem?" Colby asked, mocking the sound of a rooster, pretending like she wasn't shooting daggers at him for laughing at her.

"Cwockwawoodledooo" She copied, stumbling over herself, melting my heart.

"Hello!" An elderly woman greeted, Gemma's eyes locked on a chicken that was picking up seed. "How old is she?" She asked, Gemma clinging to Colby's leg.

"She just turned two" I smiled fondly, the woman aweing.

"So precious! What's her name?"

"Gemma"

"Hello Gemma! I'm Heather" The woman waved, Colby nudging Gemma's shoulder to see if she'll wave back.

I laughed when she gave a quick fast wave, the woman grabbing an egg out of the coop.

"Would you look at that! It's still warm! Would you like to hold the egg Gemma?" Heather asked, wincing as she crouched down, "These knees don't work the same as they used to" She joked, rocking a little.

"Do you want to hold the egg G?" Colby asked, moving closer to the elderly woman.

"I think she's a little intimidated by the chickens" I snickered, seeing her cling to Colby still, watching a chicken that was coming closer to her.

"G, you're okay" He chuckled, "How about we go hold the egg and get away from the chicken?" he offered and she nodded, walking over to the woman with him after he handed me his phone, the camera already opened and ready.

I snapped a few photos of Gemma holding the egg, her face scrunched up the second the apparent warm egg was in her hand.

"Yucky" She wrinkled her nose, all of us laughing.

"It came from the chickens butt" Colby decided to tell her, Gemma's eyes going wide as her jaw dropped.

"IT'S BUTT?!" She gasped and I swear I was going to wet my pants. "EWWWWWW!" She squealed, dropping the egg on the ground, it splattering. "AH!" She yelled, the yolk landing on her shoe. "Mama!" She yelled, her noises catching the chickens' attention, Colby and I too busy laughing to notice she was balling her eyes out, running to me, chickens squawking as they almost got stepped on.

Colby scooped Gemma up and put her on the back of her shoulders as we walked to the pigs, Gemma covered her nose with her hand, her face scrunched up.

"Coco see moos?!" She asked, Colby shaking his head.

"Not yet, we're gonna see the piggy's!" He did a few pig snorts in her neck making her giggle and shrivel her shoulders up, her hand shoving his face away.

I joined in with him, Colby crouching a little so I could reach, Gemma belly laughing so hard that it went silent.

A man holding a feed bucket placed some of the feed in my hand, telling me to keep an open palm and the pig would eat out of it, my face scrunching up from the slobber left behind.

Colby continued to take photos of us, whether it be singular shots of Gem or I, or photos as a group, he constantly had his phone out taking photos and videos, the smile on both of their faces making me fall even harder for this man.

By the time we reached the cows, Gemma was losing her shit.

I swear you would think she was meeting some boyband member she's been loving for 13 years.

She kept repeating, "Coco mooooo!" and "Mama mooo!" As she excitedly pointed towards them.

"Look baby G, you match!" Colby pointed, her eyes wide.

"MATCH!" She copied, jumping up and down.

"Can you say cow, Gemma?" I asked, picking her up so she had a better look at them.

"COW!"

A cow came over towards us, grazing on the grass and Colby helped Gemma pet the side of the cow, all three of our hands lightly touching the cow when I looked over at Gemma and I could practically see the memory forming inside of her little head.

We were making memories as a family right now, and I just knew this one would be one of her earliest memories and that thought alone made me want to ball my little eyes out.

I took a photo of Gemma and Colby holding hands, walking towards the horses, both of them wearing their cowboy/girl hats.

I wanted to die out of cuteness from today.

There is something about watching my boyfriend and daughter bond together that was really making my ovaries crave something I knew we weren't ready for.

We were immediately matched with a trainer and a horse that was really good with kids, Gemma clinging to me like her life depended on it.

"The horsey is so nice Gemma" Colby tried to engage her, both of us seeing she was extremely nervous.

I picked her up so she didn't feel like the horse was as massive, the trainer coming back with some snacks.

"Would you like to feed Trigger an apple?" The middle aged man asked, placing an apple on the palm of his hand, feeding it to the horse. "He doesn't bite. He's been around kids since he was a foul" He explained to Gemma, Gemma's grip on my shoulder loosened when she watched Colby do it, Colby laughing when the horse's lips touched his hand.

It took a little bit of confidence boosting but we finally got Gemma willing to hold the apple in her hand, Colby taking a photo of G and I next to the horse, telling her to "Smile!" earning the picture perfect toddler cheesy grin, the horse sneaking the apple quickly out of her hand, sending her into a fit of giggles, wiping her now slobbered hand on my shirt, making me gasp.

"Eww, Gemma!" I teased, scrunching my face up, her laugh getting louder.

God I loved her laugh. There was something so incredible about hearing your child belly laugh.

"Babe, look" Colby laughed, showing me a few photos he just took.

The first photo was cute, Gemma was smiling really big, holding her hand out with the apple, a smile on my own face and as you went through the next 2 photos you watched the horse steal it, and then Gemma belly laughing as my face was all scrunched up.

The man put a carrot in his mouth, feeding it to the horse, pretending to kiss the horse which made Gemma laugh and when we watched back the video of Colby copying the man, all you could hear was Gemma's giggles; both Colby and I grinning at the sound.

"Want to try babe?" Colby asked, offering me a carrot and I quickly shook my head. "Why not?"

"Horses scare me" I confessed, glaring at my boyfriend who was trying to hold back his laugh.

"So there is no way I'd get you to ride with me?" He asked and I cringed, wrinkling my nose.

"If Gemma does it, I'll think about it" I bargained, highly doubting my two year old would want to go sit on a horse, considering she seems hesitant to even stand next to it.

"Promise?" He asked and I nodded. "Gemma wanna come sit with Coco and pet the horsey?" Colby asked, "I'll hold you so tight the entire time, promise!" He continued, stepping Into the stirrup and throwing himself over, adjusting slightly before holding out his hand to her.

Gemma was nervous but she nodded, Colby holding his arms out, letting me hand her off to him.

"Look at you, bug!" I cheered, snapping a photo of her, Colby's strong arms moving in front of her, cradling her body. "You're so big!" I grinned, the trainer grabbing the leading rope.

I kept my eyes locked on the loves of my life, one because I was scared as hell that something would happen to Gemma, and two I loved the way Colby held her and he would murmur things to her, making her laugh.

Everything felt surreal today. The idea that this could be our everyday, hanging out and exploring the world together felt like a fairytale you'd only see in Disney, yet here I was, living the dream that I never would've imagined for myself.

They walked around a bit until Gemma seemed like she was over it, Colby giving me a knowing look.

"Come on baby" He said and I quickly shook my head.

"Absolutely not!"

"Leighton, we had a deal!"

"She's two! She doesn't know how scary the world is yet!" I argued back, nerves starting to crawl up my skin.

"Exactly! If a two year old can do it, a twenty three year old can do it" he tried again but I held my ground.

"That's not how fears work Cole!"

"Please, you promised! Gemma, tell mommy you want her to ride horses with us!" Colby tried to coax her, the trainer feeding Trigger another apple, rubbing his snout.

One way or another I wound up on the horse, Colby keeping me steady and the trainer handed me Gemma and I locked my arms around her.

I held my breath as the horse started to move, my whole body going rigid.

"Breathe baby" Colby murmured against my ear but I struggled, closing my eyes which ended up being more terrifying, popping them back open.

"It's cute you're scared of horses" he snickered softly in my ear.

"Me being afraid if something is cute? You're twisted Brock!" I hissed, my thumbs rubbing in a soothing motion over the fabric of Gemma's clothes.

"I would've never picked you out in a lineup as a girl afraid of horses" He hummed, the horse picking up pace a bit, the air getting knocked out of my lungs. "Baby, you're okay. We're barely moving. Gemma's having fun, relax" he coaxed, his thumb rubbing against my arm, my head leaning back against his chest as I tried to breathe.

I felt his breath against my ear, his low smooth words sending a chill down my spine. "Feel like a princess yet, darling?" He asked, and I stifled a groan, the memory of me telling him sometimes I wanted to feel like a princess coming to mind. Colby's teeth graced the shell of my ear, avoiding my piercings before kissing my cheek.

The car ride home was full of laughter and singing, Colby and I stealing glances at each other as we listened to Gemma try and along to the radio until she fell asleep, clutching her new stuffed cow that Coby had gotten her from the gift shop, the car coming to a blissful silence.

Colby's thumb grazed my knuckles, his eyes on the road when I turned to look at him.

"Today was really fun, I'm glad we got to hang out together like this before you have to leave to go film. It felt really nice to see you guys hang out. Made me feel like maybe I had finally found a good path to walk down" I said quickly, biting my bottom lip at the end, afraid to admit those words too loudly.

"I always have a blast when I'm with my girls" He said, causing my stomach to flip, bringing my hand to his mouth, leaving two sweet kisses.

"Thank you for being an incredible Coco to her. You're truly one of a kind" I murmured, a boyish grin on his face as he listened to my words.

"Thank you for allowing me to be her Coco. I love that little girl like she was my own you know" he said, stopping my heart.

"You mean that?" I questioned, my voice cracking.

He chuckled, glancing over at me, "She's been mine since the second my eyes landed on her beautiful little face, straight out of your vagina" he half joked, shooting me a grin.

"I love your story telling babe, it's very visualizing and heartfelt" I teased, Colby squeezing my hand.

"The best for the best!" He grinned, our facial expressions matching as I let out a content sigh.

"Thank you for choosing me" I said quietly, turning to look out of the window.

"I didn't choose you baby, you found me and it's been quite the ride since" He teased. "I uh.. I know you thought me loving you was fast.. and that.. you were worried I didn't know what I was getting into.. that I was playing some sort or game or whatever.. but when you know you know. The second I really got to know you.. it was over for me. Not only did this eccentric girl drive me wild, but her beautiful little daughter had me wrapped around her finger too. You're my girls. At the end of the day I'm coming home to you. I lay in my bed and I think about you. Ever since... ever since I found out you were pregnant, it was weird. I didn't think I'd want to be involved, you know? And then I heard her perfect little heartbeat and something just flipped in my chest. I saw you in this whole new light. You weren't a stranger sitting in my living room anymore. You started to open up more and really let us get to know you, all because of that little girl back there. If anything, I owe my entire source of happiness to Gemma. You two have truly changed my life since day one, and I wouldn't change it for the world. Today was the first of many family dates, and I can wholeheartedly tell you I can't wait for me... which uh.. leads me to my next question" He said, sounding nervous which made my heart race, my insides going in all sorts of circles as I felt a plethora of emotions run through me.

"Which is?"

"Will you come home and meet my parents?"

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a/n: Each photo is a slide

colbybrock: Happy birthday to my partner in crime! I can't believe 2 years ago today I had the privilege to watch you come into this world and we haven't left each others side since! Dream big bug, coco loves you! November 25th 2022

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A chapter of wholesome fluff could only mean one thing...

Written on: January 4th, 5th, 6th, 7th 2023

Published on: January 7th 2023

Word Count: 8.3k

Part Forty Nine

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