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midwestmade29 · 4 months

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Recovery 🤕

To Anonymous: I hope you enjoy what I came up with! I appreciate you sending in your request 🥰 I wasn’t sure if you wanted any spice in it or not, so I kept it fluffy just incase 😂

No disclaimers really. Maybe a couple curse words and mentions of being injured/in pain. Read at your own discretion!

Word count: 1,099

Divider by: Me 🙂

Side note: For accuracy, I looked up some info about the injury he had and how he took care of it. The little bit I found said that he did not have surgery and just did rehab for it instead. I wanted to clarify why I wrote what I did about his injury in the story 🤪

Original anonymous request: "So we all know that all those months ago when Christian was out of action that he had to have surgery when he was injured. Anyway I can send a request about his Fiancé (Who happens to be the women’s champion at the time, I can see her having like a Dr. Britt Baker reign) taking care of her hubby while also juggling work and their kid(s) (because we all know he has Isla but it’s up to you if they have more kids than just Isla!)"

With Christian being injured, you do your best to keep things running smoothly…

Your phone started ringing in your hand as you were about to walk out of your hotel room. Your face lit up when you saw that it was Christian trying to Facetime you! He had his MRI scan this morning to see the extent of his triceps injury and was likely calling to fill you in on the details. You hated missing his appointment, but being the women’s AEW world champion, you were in high demand right now! Missing out on any appearance or promo would be harmful to the amazing run you’re on right now, so you had to show up for Dynamite tonight. Christian completely understood the position you were in and encouraged you to go, supporting you 100%. You only agreed to make the trip since it would be a short one, and Christian promised to tell you everything about his appointment. You answered the Facetime call eagerly, but your smile faded when you saw the glum look on his face. “Hi baby. I just got home from my scan, and it was about what I expected it to be. I tore my triceps.” Christian said somberly. You could hear the frustration and the gloom in his voice, and it made your heart ache. Your voice cracked slightly when you spoke, “I’m so sorry Christian! I absolutely hate that for you! Does it require surgery?!” “Surgery is an option and so is just rehabbing it. Either way I’ll be out for months with my arm in a sling. It couldn’t have happened at a worse time, you know? Maybe I could’ve been more careful or taken more precautions to protect-“ he explained, but you cut him off. “No, you’re not going down that path. I won’t let you worry about the what ifs and could have been. I wish I could make it better, but I know you’ll get through this and come back better than before. I’m with you every step of the way, no matter what! We can’t change what happened, the only thing to do now is to move forward and start planning the best return in company history!”

Seeing Christian grimace in pain nearly broke your heart watching him do his at home exercises his physical therapist told him to do. He was working his ass off trying to do whatever he needed to do to get him back at 100% faster. His determination was inspiring! “Dinner is almost ready baby! Why don’t you take a break and rest for a minute? I’ll get your plate ready for you and grab you some ice for your arm,” you called out to him from the kitchen. Christian sat down at the table with a deep scowl on his face, and you tried to lighten the mood with a joke, “Well, look at it this way, you’ll be ambidextrous by the time you’re all healed!” but it fell flat when the food he had on his fork slid off and onto the floor. He tried to bend over and pick it up but hissed through his teeth from the sudden pain that he felt from his elbow up. “Here, let me get it!” you offered. When you looked up at Christian after you picked up what he dropped, he was rubbing his eyes with his fingers. You stood and sat the dirty napkin on the table before sliding your way onto his lap. He nuzzled his face into your neck, your words seeming to comfort him when you spoke softly, “I can only imagine how irritating this is for you. Not to mention how painful it must be. I see your effort and the hard work you’re putting in, and I’m so proud of you for sticking with your physical therapy and following the doctor’s orders! I’m here for you baby. It’s okay to let me help you when you need it! In sickness and in health, remember?”

Christian rarely complained throughout his recovery. He was getting better about letting you help him, and with certain tasks he was more than happy to let you take over. You often helped him shower since he couldn’t lift or extend his arm very well, washing his hair for him and getting all the spots he couldn’t reach with a washcloth. You tried your best to work around your travel schedule so you could make sure you were at Christian’s doctor’s appointments since you still felt guilty about not being at his first one. After getting some disheartening news from his doctor, Christian had reached a breaking point. During the car ride home, he vented to you about his struggles and everything else in between. “I can’t even hug you or Isla properly! I can’t dress myself without your help, can’t play certain games or do certain activities with Isla like we used to, and I’m so sick of not being able to sleep properly because I can’t lay on this arm! The simplest of tasks are still difficult for me to do! You have extra weight on your shoulders having to take care of me and Isla all while maintaining our home and traveling with AEW. I really don’t know how you do it!”

There were many things you had to juggle being a wife, bonus mom and world champion. Most nights you were exhausted, sore from wrestling and frustrated with yourself when you didn’t get the housework done you wanted to. Your days off were filled with dr. appointments, making sure Isla was taken care of and had everything she needed, running errands, making phone calls, paying bills, and helping Christian with whatever he needed. Your most recent title defense left you with a small injury of your own, but you didn’t let it slow you down! Christian was on the mend now and getting better and stronger every day! He was incredibly thankful for your love and support through his recovery. It was nice having him next to you on the airplanes again when you traveled together for work! He eventually made his surprise return on Dynamite after being sidelined for months due to his injury. Behind the scenes when the cameras were off, he credited you for keeping him sane through it all and helping him through the difficult times. When you walked up behind him after you did a pre taping, you overheard him singing your praises to another wrestler, “I’m still not sure how she did it all! She took care of me and Isla while handling everything else in between. Y/N is a champion in and outside of the ring!”

#christian cage #jay reso #captain charisma #instant classic #christian4peeps #aew #all elite wrestling #fanfiction #fanfic #christian cage fanfic #christian cage fanfiction #aew fanfiction #Spotify

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littlefreya · 3 years

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Ways Henry and Characters would comfort their partner.

I’m suffering so, I’ma give myself everything I want here!

It absolutely breaks his heart to see you sad. Henry strives on making others happy and he swears - the sky darken when you cry. Being a touchy-feely bear, the first thing he does is wrap his big arms around you and press his chin to the top of your head while asking you to tell him what’s wrong.

Then he whispers words of praise; how much he worships the ground you walk and how brave he thinks you are. Soon arrives the delivery of dozen roses and ice cream, just in time to snuggle in front of the teley and watch your favourite comfort film.

But he is not done yet. He takes the weekend off just for you, and decides to take you somewhere special, perhaps a trip to a mysterious castle? Or a cabin in the forest? Whatever his lady prefers, of course.

More characters under the cut!

We know August’s love language is gifts giving, so with him you can expect loads of expensive gifts. August is observant, comes with the job, so he makes a mental note of whatever you are browsing online, and when you are down he will make sure to overwhelm you with gifts.

But he won’t stop there. See? August is proficient with the knife and not just for killing people, so he is going to prepare your favourite meal and have dinner with you next to candle light. That night he makes gentle love to you, slow, sensual, all about worshipping his princess.

Captain Syverson not a man of many words, he prefers singing. So he picks up his guitar and comes to sit on the floor by the bed and begins playing those tunes, singing you some of his favourite love songs and especially the ones that remind him of you.

Maybe some originals too? A song that he composed for you.

Sherlock likes to think he is bad in these type of situations. The greatest detective yet it pains him to be so vulnerable with someone else. Still, when you are sad he can physically sense an ice sharp piercing his soul and the only thing he wants is to take it all away.

So he takes your hand in his and guides you outside, taking you to the forest nearby. It’s dark which is the perfect time for a night picnic and then to lie peacefully on the ground so he can help you name each star.

Clark can do anything and take you anywhere you want, you just have to say it and he will fly you in his arms to wherever you choose. But in case you just want to stay at home, then he plans to run the bath with some bubbles and candles burning and spend hours upon hours in the tub with you.

X-ray vision is hella helpful to reheat the water.

Walter decides to take time off from work just for you and to “kidnaps” you on a road trip. Just you, him, travelling the weekend to wherever you may choose. He brings some snacks of course and a playlist of your favourite songs. Every night you stop some place else, enjoying the local food and the serene atmosphere.

Geralt feels intensely and he is very physical too. He thinks he is not good with words but by saying so little he says a lot. He worships your body, peeling off your clothes, kissing every inch of your body and making love to you for an entire day and perhaps the whole weekend. Later it continues to sweet pillow talk.

Mike takes you to the happiest place on earth (after Henry’s bed). The theme park! The best way to forget about your problem is by riding all the ride, getting some sweet cotton candy and screaming at the top of your lungs!

Any objections on going on a a boat ride with hubby Will? Pack some champagne and stock on the strawberries, it’s time to spend the weekend on a yacht, just you, him and the ocean.

“Princess?” he asks, giving you that mischievous smirk.

You know Leon is up to some shenanigans when his eyebrow arches and he gives you that look. Next thing you know you are out on some adventure, infiltrating a museum in order to steal some antiques. Nothing is better to chase that bad mood away then doing something completely illegal...

#henry cavill #henry cavill rpf #captain syverson #august walker #henry cavill characters #Henry Cavill x reader #clark kent

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berberriescorner · 3 years

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“I Got You”

Characters: Odell Beckham Jr. x Black!OC (Nicole)

Summary: All Odell wants to do is take his wife on a fun date, but things go left. What happens when Nicole’s insecurities resurface and irritation sparks an argument?

Warnings: A little profanity. Some harassment. Low self-esteem. Tension with a heavy dose of fluff and smut to follow. Oral and unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap that willy). You’ve been warned 😈.

A/N: I’ve been having a hard time finishing part four of Disastrous Deception and I wanted to give you all something to hold you over. I promise I’ve been working 😩. This is something I wrote a while back. Taking a break from my hubby (in my head 😆) Angel Reyes and bringing you all some sexy ass OBJ content. I wrote this for my plus-sized melanated Queens 😍. Please excuse any grammatical errors. Hope you all enjoy it!

Word Count: 1,400+

What is it with men and their bright ideas? Nicole’s idea of the perfect Saturday night was staying in, ordering takeout, and curling up on the couch with her husband. That’s not asking too much, right? That was the plan until Odell waltzed his happy ass in their bedroom and begged her to go to a freaking haunted house.

“Come on baby we should go. It’ll be fun. What, you scared? Now you know daddy gon’ protect yo fine ass,” he said as his New Orleans accent made an appearance.

“No! Odell I don’t like shit popping out at me. I’ma be ready to swing on everybody. Plus as soon as we’re spotted it will be impossible to enjoy it. It’ll be just like last weekend when we were trying to have a nice quiet dinner,” she replied. Thousands of pleas later Nicole finally gave in and said yes.

As she expected, the date was cut short and the couple spent the hour drive home arguing and giving each other the silent treatment. The date had ended abruptly due to the fact that some jackass thought it would be funny to scare the hell out of them and get it on tape so he could sell the footage to the highest bidder. The guy had scared Nicole so badly that he caused her to trip and roll her ankle. To make a terrible situation even worse the man didn’t even apologize or ask if she was okay. He just laughed and continued to capture the embarrassing moment. This in turn pissed Odell off. He snatched the phone away from him and handed it to the bodyguard to delete the footage while he beat the dude’s ass. It took forever for their bodyguard to finally pull Odell off of the Jerk.

Instead of those running the establishment being sympathetic to the couple’s situation they kicked everyone involved out. As the couple pulled into the driveway Nicole attempted to get out of the car on her own. She failed miserably and was about to ask the bodyguard to help her into the house when she was cut off by Odell.

“Why don’t you let your husband help you for once,” he snapped.

“What is your problem? How is it that you’re mad at me,” she asked in a smart ass tone.

“Just come on,” he replied while scooping her out of the car.

Odell carried her inside the house and sat her down gently on the couch. He removed her shoes and propped her swollen ankle on top of some throw pillows.

“I’m going to fix you some ice for your ankle. Or do you want someone else to do that as well,” he griped.

“Why are you so angry at me for letting the bodyguard carry me,” she asked, throwing her hands up in a defeated manner.

“That shit was embarrassing. You got people out here thinking I can’t take care of my wife,” he replied.

There it was. Odell had an attitude because the damn bodyguard carried me to the car. He didn’t get to be the big hero and save the day.

“I asked Jay to carry me because I’m already self conscious about my weight. That’s one of the main reasons I didn’t want to go in the first place. I knew I’d fall or do something embarrassing. Haunted Houses are not for me. I take up more space than others,” she explained with sadness in her voice.

“People already have opinions about our relationship. Do you know how many people, both male and female, I've overheard talking about us? They think it’s a shame that you’re married to a plus sized woman. Why let you carry me out of there and give them more to talk about,” Nicole questioned.

“Please excuse my language and with all due respect, fuck what anybody else talking about. How many times do we need to have this discussion Nicki? Babygirl, I love you just the way you are. No matter what size you are. No matter what size you’ll ever be. I’ma love you regardless baby. It’s not just your physical that makes me love you. It’s everything about you. Been about ya, still about ya, always gonna be about ya love,” he said grabbing Nicole’s face and giving her a passionate kiss.

After a few moments he pulled back from the kiss. “How much pain are you in,” Odell asked in a seductive tone while licking his lips.

“It’s pretty painful but you said all those beautiful things and kissed me like that. Now you got a bish panties wet. Fuck it, I’ma take any pain coming my way like a G. I just hope some of that pain is the good type of pain,” she replied biting her lip.

In a matter of moments she was picked up from the couch and gently tossed on their bed. Odell was eager to show Nicole just how much he loved every single curve she had.

He slowly undressed Nicole and laid her down. He removed his clothing and laid between her thighs. Odell kissed from her lips down to her neck and began leaving love bites all over her breast. He took one of her nipples into his mouth as he snaked his hands between her thighs and began to rub her most sensitive spot. Nicole threw her head back into the pillows and let out a slight moan.

“Odell...baby,” she moaned as he slipped two fingers inside her.

He released her nipple when he noticed she had closed her eyes.

“I want to see those pretty brown eyes. Look at me baby,” he demanded.

Nicole’s eyes fluttered open and she bit her lip as she made eye contact with him. Odell grinned and kept his eyes trained on her as he slid down between her legs. His eyes were now burning with desire. He planted kisses all over the insides of her thighs as she grew impatient.

“Baby don’t play games please,” she begged.

He quickly went to work on her taking her ball of nerves into his mouth. He sucked and licked it as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of her.

“You taste so good baby. I love every part of you. These thick ass thighs drive me crazy,” he said as he gave them a squeeze and sank his face deeper while locking her into place.

“Shit! Odell baby,” she moaned loudly.

“Don’t let go baby not yet,” he said as he pulled his mouth away from her.

Before she could get mad he made his way back up to her and gave her another passionate kiss as he slammed into her. Nicole screamed into the kiss as he gave her a few moments to adjust to his size. She began to move her hips to signal that she was ready. Wrapping her legs firmly around his waist Odell began to pound into her.

“You feel that? Huh baby? Who wouldn’t love your beautiful ass,” he grunted as he went deeper.

“Plus size or not I’ma always be able to handle you my baby. This my shit. No one else’s. Mine! Let me show just how good I can handle you baby,” he moaned out as he pulled out of her and grabbed her ankles pulling her to the edge of the bed.

Odell stood and draped her legs over his shoulders sliding back into her. All Nicole could manage to vocalize was a whimper. They were both close to climax as she cried out, “Shit! Baby I-I’m about to-I can’t take much more!”

His thrusts became more erratic and sloppy. “I know baby me too. Shit! Let it go baby,” Odell replied as he reached down and rubbed her pearl to get her there faster. Moments later they both climaxed together.

Odell removed her shaking legs from his shoulders and gently slid her back up to the pillows so she could come down from her orgasm. He collapsed beside her and pulled her over to him so she could lay on his chest. He tilted her chin up and gave her a few pecks. Looking into her eyes he smiled and licked his lips.

“Please don’t ever doubt my love for you. Trust me when I tell you I got you. If I wanna carry ya ass all over a damn grocery store or shopping mall for no reason at all I’m going to do it. I need there to be no questions asked. Understood Mrs. Beckham,” he demanded while slapping her ass.

“Ouch babe! Okay, Mr. Beckham. I love you,” she replied and gave him another kiss.

“I love your stubborn ass too,” he retorted. After a quick nap they went a few more rounds and iced her ankle again before knocking out for the night.

Hope y’all enjoyed it! Thank you so much for reading. Be sure to leave feedback. Comments and re-blogs would are greatly appreciated ♥️.

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staynskz · 3 years

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Making Amends: Part Two

Pairing: husband BangChan x female reader

Genre: slight angst, fluff

Word count: 2.2k+

Warning(s): none

At work, your boss realized how distracted you were. “Y/N, are you okay?” she asked, snapping you back to reality. “Huh? Oh… yeah I’m doing okay, just a bit deep in thought.” She stared at you with worried eyes. “It doesn’t seem like it. Look, why don’t you go home and get some rest for a few days while I work on the rest of the project, okay?” “What? No, it’s okay-I’m completely capable of completing the project, don’t worry, I-” “Y/N… you’re my hardest working employee. I’m sure it’ll be fine if you take some time off, okay? Why don’t you go home and stay with your kids for a bit and see how it goes. Maybe spend some time with them while they’re still small, hmm?”

She was right. You’d been so caught up in this project, you barely slept, ate, nor spent much time with children anymore. You thought the project was only going to last for a bit, but that was never the case with any project at work. “Are you sure?” you guiltily asked. “Yes, I’m sure! Now go! Enjoy the rest of your day off, hun!” As she shooed you out of the office, you walked out into the street and realized that you didn’t even remember how to have fun. You planned a small date for you and your kids. They for sure were going to have fun with you today. You were going to make memories they’d never forget.

After picking up the kids from Changbin’s house, you surprised them by going to the park near the house. It had been so long since you’d brought them here. It felt like a million years had gone by already. The three of you ate ice cream, played lava monster on the playground, and ate dinner together. The day was set as a memory you’d never forget. When the three of you got home later that evening, you saw that Chan’s car was in the driveway. It was weird that he was home so early. You weren’t displeased, but from the last conversation you both had, you weren’t so happy either. Either way, you inhaled deeply and went into the house.

Chan was sitting on the couch when the three of you trudged your way in. Aris and Eli both dropped their backpacks on the ground and ran over to Chan. “Daddy!!!” they screamed as they attempted to climb onto Chan’s lap. “Hi kiddos,” he said while grabbing them both and placing them on his lap. “Daddy, guess what mommy and us did today??” Aris asked Chan. “What is it? What did you and mommy do, hmm?” Eli cut his sister short as he started exaggerating every detail of the day. They were both so busy entertaining Chan that they forgot you were still standing by the door just watching them explain things to their dad.

Before the story could get any crazier, you decided to let them both know that it was time for bed, and that they needed to sleep so that they could wake up and go to uncle Binnie’s house tomorrow. “Awwww but I wanna stay up with you and daddy!!!” Aris complained while pouting. “Yeah!! You said we could do anything we want today!!” Eli chimed in tune with his sister. “Now, you both know how mommy is when she gets mad, you two. Why don’t you go shower tonight, and we can all ready a book together tonight, hmm?” Chan explained calmly to them. With a loud gasp, Aris said, “Can we read about the warriors who slay the dragon??!!!” “Noooo!!! I want to read about Cinderella,” Eli retorted. It was literally as if Aris was the brother and Eli was the sister from the way they both acted. It was too adorable. Chuckling, Chan obliged to read both stories to them. Running away happily, they took their bags from your hands and got ready to shower and end the day.

When the kids had finished showering, Chan laid in bed with them-both books in his hands. He really was going to read both books, wasn’t he? You just stood at the door watching your children smile while they laid across Chan’s lap. “Mommy?” Eli said interrupting your thoughts. “What is it, baby?” “Can you come lay with us?” Surprised, you stood awkwardly at the foot of the bed, looking at where to join the children and Chan on the bed without actually being near Chan. “Come on, mommyyyy, I want to get the story started!” Eli complained while you stood there-still looking like an idiot. “Mommy, just sleep by daddy!” Aris demanded while making some room by Chan on the bed.

Not wanting to waste any more time, you walked over to the side of the bed and joined Chan under the covers while the kids shifted their way around the two of you. It was awkward, to say the least. You were still struggling on how to sit next to Chan but could only lean back towards the wall behind you. It was the most uncomfortable feeling ever. The four of you sitting in your daughter’s small bed trying to find space just to read a simple bedtime story. “Mommyyy! Can you move, please? I don’t have any space,” Aris complained beside you. “Well mommy doesn’t have any space either, baby. Why don’t you sit on my lap, hmm?” “No, I don’t want to mommy. Why don’t you just lay on daddy’s shoulder like you always do?” The most awkward tension had been brought back by your sassy five-year-old daughter.

So it was true-toddlers were probably worse than teenagers because of their unruly filter. All that time, Chan just sat there laughing and giggling to himself under his breath with Eli. He truly did know how to get under your skin. Especially since you were both still not speaking to each other than about the kids. You shot a glare at Chan while adjusting yourself to compromise with your daughter.

It was hard getting intimate with Chan-even just putting your head on his shoulder. It had been so long since you’d both been intimate-whether it be holding hands or even making love. It just wasn’t there anymore. You missed it, to be honest. It was the hardest thing to admit. You wanted to be independent, show that you were tough, but all you wanted in all honesty was for Chan to hold you. You missed the way he would caress your body, the way he would kiss every inch of your body, make you feel his love through his actions, whisper sweet nothings in your ears, tell you how beautiful you were regardless of anything you thought of yourself. You missed those days. The days when you were both able to enjoy small moments together. “Are you comfortable, babe?” Chan asked, bringing you back to reality. Shocked by his sudden words, you whispered a simple yes without looking at him and you laid your head on his shoulder. “Okay, let’s begin, shall we?” Chan asked the kids as he opened your daughter’s favorite book. “Once upon a time, there were three kingdoms…” that was the last you’d heard while you could keep your eyes open.

The next thing you knew, you were waking up in your bed with Chan’s arms around your waist. He must’ve brought you to the bedroom after he read the books to the kids. Pulling his arms off you, you walked toward the bathroom to get ready for work. It was hard holding a grudge against Chan at times. Times where moments were so sweet and loving like last night. But one moment wouldn’t fix that. One moment can’t fix the lonely nights you cried in bed alone and cold. One moment can’t fix the many times you’d had to tell friends and family that Chan was busy at work while you were at family functions he promised he’d show up to. It had been going on for long enough. You did want to forgive him, but forgiveness had to come with change; that was the only compromise you’d ever needed from Chan. Regardless, you were going to try and make this work once you finished your unfinished project at work. There was too much at stake to lose the deal you were close to closing.

Dropping off the kids at Changbin’s house went smoothly and arriving at work seemed less stressful than previous weeks. Maybe your boss was right taking a day off definitely helped. “What are you doing here, Y/N?” you heard your boss’s voice behind you. “What do you mean what am I doing here? I’m here to work,” you said nonchalantly to your boss as she followed you into your office. “Y/N… when I said take some time off, I didn’t mean only half a day.” “…What do you mean?” you asked. “I meant take a few days off, Y/N. I can’t make my most hardworking employee burn out!” “But the project-I can’t just-” Taking the paperwork out of your hands, your boss quietly said to you, “it’s about time you and your hubby go on vacation, yeah?”

Vacation. That word was so foreign to you. It was so long ago since you’ve been on vacation. “I don’t think vacation’s a great idea since we’re trying to land this deal…” you said while trying to snatch the paperwork back. “Noooo… you do realize that they agreed to the deal, right?” “They did?!” “Yeah, they did. I don’t know how they came to a conclusion to work with us, but here we are.” “Wow… that makes me feel so much easier now,” you said while sitting down. “Good. So that means that I have to kick you out of this building just so you’ll take time off, right?” she asked as she grabbed your purse. “What? No, I need to-” “Ah! No. If you don’t listen to what I have to say, that means I’ll have to fire you just so you’ll stop living here, right?” “I mean…” “No-that’s what I thought. Please, Y/N, you need to leave this place for just a few days, okay?” “Please go home and rest while you can before we have to close another deal, okay?” She rushed you out of the office and blew a kiss before choosing the lobby floor for you in the elevator.

You couldn’t even catch sight of what was happening-just that your boss had given you the next few days off. Sounded good, though, since you needed it and wanted to catch up on a few projects back at home. You texted Changbin’s wife asking if they could keep the kids until the same time so that you could run some errands. With a sweet reply, she said yes.

Pulling into the garage, you saw that Chan’s car was still parked in the garage. Did he not go to work? Either way, you still didn’t want to talk about the situation with Chan. It was like you were both walking on eggshells- not just around the kids, but it you were both struggling to find a middle ground. It’s not like you were trying to make a point by not apologizing… okay maybe it was a bit of pride, but you also felt that Chan should’ve been more helpful as a husband and father.

Opening the door to your house, you saw that there were packed suitcases in the living room. Why were there suitcases? Was Chan leaving you? Was it the nightmare you wished would never happen? It made your stomach drop. No matter how independent you were, in this marriage, it only worked as a codependent relationship. Not only that, but as parents, it would be easier to work together in one home than in two-in most cases. Was Chan falling out of love with you? Was Chan going to leave you alone? Were you really going to be the single mother you’d always felt you’d been for the past few months?

As those thoughts were running through your mind, Chan walked into the room. “Hey, babe… let’s go.” “Go where?” you asked. “We’re gonna miss our flight.” “Our flight? What do you mean? I still have work, and the kids-” “I’ll explain on the way to the airport-” Chan said as he pulled you back into the garage and into his car along with the suitcases. On the car ride to the airport, you couldn’t help but ask so many questions. Where were the kids? Where were you guys going? What happened? Chan answered the questions with simple yet vague answers. It wasn’t helping your frantic mind at all.

Boarding the private jet, you weren’t ready to go anywhere-you were just worried about your babies. You knew you left them with Changbin and his wife, but you didn’t get to say goodbye before leaving to whatever destination Chan had been rushing you to go to. Taking a seat on the jet, you opened your mouth to ask Chan another question, but were hushed with his stern voice saying for you not to worry, and that you needed to get some rest before arriving at the destination. Furious at the vagueness of his answers, you turned toward the window and stared at the sky as the jet took off.

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Author’s note: Here’s part two :) I’m just glad I’ve been having a bit more time to work on this with the few days I get off of work.

Tag list: @crispbang

#skz #straykids #bangchan #chanfluff #chanangst #bangchanfluff #bangchanangst #husbandbangchan #husbandchan #dadbangchan #dadchan

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tweedlydumbtweedlydoo · 4 years

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just as you are: JJ Maybank x reader

Requested by anon // Summary: A relaxing beach day turns into a horrible one with a few mean words from some kooks about your body. Over the next couple of weeks, JJ begins to notice a difference in your eating habits.

A/N: I hope you like it xx

!!warning: possible trigger warning? body shaming. not eating on purpose.. etc

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You were already self-conscious of your body before going to the beach. However, the insecurity became even worse when you overheard a few of the kook girls talk about the way your body fit into the bathing suit. They made comments about how they couldn’t believe JJ was with a woman of your size. How JJ was smaller than you were. It was hurtful and the relaxing day at the beach instantly turned into the worst.

Tears burned your eyes as you made your way back toward where JJ sat laid out on a towel. He’d chosen to stay at the towel instead of getting into the water. You grabbed an extra towel and wrapped it around your body before taking a seat next to JJ.

“Water feel good?” JJ asked.

You hummed in response and hugged the towel tighter across your body. At least the towel would hide your hideous body.

“Hey.. you okay?” JJ asked softly, sitting up, his hand going to your knee.

You bit back tears as you looked over at him, nodding, “Can we go home? I’m suddenly not feeling well…”

JJ glances out at the water and saw the kook girls getting out then looked back at you, nodding, “Sure baby.”

He didn’t think much of it that night. But when he’d ordered a pizza, you hadn’t taken one bite of a piece. He figured maybe you’d had too much sun today. Then the next day out on the boat with the pogues, he watched as you snacked on the same pack of crackers the entire day. Then the day after that, you’d skipped breakfast, had a few bites of his ice cream, and then at dinner, you’d ate only a pack of crackers. At the time, he didn’t think much of it, but now, sitting here next to you as you lay in a hospital bed, everything fell into place.

“You’re not okay.” He says from your bedside.

“I’m fine.” You huff, annoyed he’d even brought you here. It was a normal day on the boat when you’d fainted and hit your head on the side of the boat. You told him it was too much sun but he didn’t believe you. Then when you arrived at the E.R, the nurses told you were extremely dehydrated.

“No! No, you aren’t!” He quickly faces you, pointing at the iv bag hung by your bedside, “You’re extremely dehydrated. You haven’t eaten anything all week!”

You lay your head back on the pillow, closing your eyes, “JJ, just stop. I have eaten, you just haven’t seen me eat. You’re not with me 24/7.”

“I’m with you enough, y/n. The doctors even said you were extremely dehydrated. You wouldn’t be dehydrated if you were eating enough. So, why did you stop eating? You could have killed yourself!” He throws his hands up in anger.

“Because I’m fat, JJ!”

He slowly lowers his hands, looking at you like you just kicked his puppy, “What?”

“I’m fat, JJ. I’m bigger than you. I’m ugly, fat, and you should be with someone skinnier. So, that’s what I was trying to do! I wanted to be skinny for you.” Your eyes are filling with tears as you look at him.

“That’s not true.” He whispers, feeling his heart break at you even thinking that way about yourself. “You’re the most beautiful woman on this island. Hell, on this whole earth.” He steps closer to you and goes to take your hand in his, but you pull away.

“You shouldn’t be with me. You should be with someone skinnier… someone like those kook girls.” You turn your head away from him, laying back again on the pillow.

“Look at me.”

You shake your head, ignoring his order.

“Look at me, y/n.” His voice is stern, and the volume raises just a little.

You finally turn your head back to him, tears flowing down your cheeks, “I’m ugly and fat.” You whisper.

He sits next to you on the bed and wraps his arms around you, careful not to touch your iv. His body engulfs yours as you sob into his chest. “I don’t know what those kook girls said to you that day at the beach, but that’s as far back as I can remember when you changed. Whatever they said it’s not true. They’re just mean and evil. You’re perfect to me y/n. I’m the only person that should matter. Not those kook girls, not strangers walking by. Me. I’m the only person who’s opinion should matter. I love you for you. All of you. Including your beautiful body.”

“They said they couldn’t believe you were with a woman of my size..” You sniffle.

He shakes his head and holds you closer to him, “Yeah and I can’t believe they could be such bitches to say such a thing. They obviously don’t know me at all. You’re beautiful and perfect to me y/n.” He pulls away and cups your cheeks, making you look at me. “You don’t understand how worried I’ve been about you. This isn’t right, what you’re doing. I mean I could have lost you today, y/n. I was terrified.” He whispers, wiping stray tears from your cheeks.

“I’m sorry..” You whisper.

“Please, talk to me next time. I don’t want to go through this again. I mean I’m serious, I thought I had lost you. There was all this blood and you wouldn’t wake up.” He shudders at the thought and pulls you back into his chest.

“I just wanted to be perfect for you.”

“You already are..” He kisses your head, “I love you y/n. Just as you are.”

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mikrowrites · 4 years

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•aaron tveit headcanons•

a/n: aight guys I’m not dead! i haven’t really had the time to write much, but aaron tveit lives in my heart rent free so here’s these dumb kinda specific really long headcanons:

so you both probably met pretty early into aaron’s career

it’s probably safe to say both of you would have the same if not similar careers, broadway and acting

and though aaron was lucky enough to get his big break, you had unfortunately not (yet) and had to wait tables for a couple years after college

(insert waitress/customer troupe here)

you worked at a restaurant close to the theatre district after undergrad and aaron was starring in Hairspray

the boy saw you and was w h i p p e d

would come to the restaurant like 4 days a week

kinda creeped you out ngl

finally got the balls to actually start a conversation and boom: instant friends

and you guys were friends for a while! dumbass and chaotic conversation was a YES

“did you know barcodes scan the white space and not the black lines”

“WAIT WHAT??”

“how many orders of fries would put me in the er?”

“uhhh... 30”

you first caught feelings when aaron invited you to see him as Fiyero in Wicked

was it his amazing talent and charm? or was it his tight pants? you’d never tell

but nevertheless, oh shit! the friends to lovers troupe!

aaron is a manly man™️ and will always say he asked you out first

which is somewhat true, but you always argue the dinner you took him to after that show was the first date

because that’s when you first kissed him

and just like that! he asks you out!

first date is literally a d r e a m

no romantic dinner, no dress and tux

there was wine tho

you and aaron watched a Yankees game and got drunk off your asses laughing and screaming at the tv and annoying aaron’s roommate

did it end with both of you passed out on his couch cuddling? maybe it did

best. first. date. ever.

the second date WAS a nicer one, going out to eat and wandering the streets of New York City

and yes, some dates were ABSOLUTELY a par 9 on a golf course

you didn’t really put a label on your relationship for a while

because aaron’s career began to take off with next to normal and you finally got your big break on a national tour!

it was pretty bittersweet, though

you and aaron had a healthy conversation about your relationship, and decided you weren’t quite dating yet, but still talking. you guys wanted to see if you could manage the whole “gone for months at a time” thing

and you could!

skype, texting, and random 1 am phone calls

one time you feel asleep during one of the calls, and aaron just smiled and watched you sleep (not in a creepy way guys)

when you came back from tour you’d think you had come home from war

he all but tackles you into a hug, and kisses you

“let’s make this work”

so lo and behold! you were dating!

takes you to meet his family on thanksgiving

they love you

attending the tonys together, which was basically the first time you two confirmed a relationship

he said “I love you” first

a couple years would go by, catch me if you can and such, and you make your broadway debut!!

you’re def a triple threat

aaron’s so gushy about it, constantly brags about you

rumor has it he cried watching the opening night, denies it every time

literally glued to you for the entire after party, he’s just seriously so proud and in love awwh

and then he books les miz and graceland

you’re unable to travel to London w him since you’re in your own show, and it hits both of you hard

so what does this mfer do?

it’s the morning he leaves for shooting and you’re dropping him off at the airport

“hey when i get back from filming wanna get married?”

“sure”

totally gave you a little prize machine plastic ring at the airport

you guys are literally SO NONCHALANT about it as everyone around you goes insane

“i’m engaged, i guess”

the internet blows up because they actually can’t figure out if you guys are serious or not

don’t worry, aaron actually proposed properly with a proper ring eventually

you still wear the plastic ring on a chain around your neck for a while tho

you both decide to get an apartment together

domestic couple things

Your neighbors probably hate you from the amount of times you both have “sing-offs”

slow dancing in the kitchen, laundry day, watching football games together gets aggressive

i firmly believe that you aren’t a Dallas Cowboys fan

the biggest fights you have honestly is about the NFL

in all seriousness there is still small conflict every once in a while, but you both are fantastic at communication

attending the oscars with aaron

“yeah but lOoK aT mY BeAuTiFuL FiAnCeE”

you’d be lying if watching the oscars performance didn’t turn you on a bit

but ANYWAYS

you guys get married!

it’s definitely not a huge fancy wedding, just friends and family

you know for a FACT he’d sing “marry me a little” at the reception he so would

you guys dance all night

it’s adorable, his hand literally never leaves yours

you end up with a sinus infection from all the cake frosting he smears on your face

aaron felt really bad for it, so like a good wife you hold it over him for eternity

“remember that time we missed our flight to Belize because we were in the ER-“

“OH MY GOD—“

went to Belize to honeymoon eventually anyways

aaron was very much like that one john mulaney sketch

“that’s my wife!”

“hey! have you met my wife yet?”

“i love my wife”

life goes on for you two, you remain hopping from broadway show to show

aaron ends up working on his acting career more

lots of time apart, but that just makes the time together more precious

adorable phone contact names

“wifey❤️” and “hubby❤️”

you were on set a lot for rehearsals of Grease Live

you actually helped assist in some of the choreography from time to time

impromptu golf cart rides

and you get to watch it live! like, you were AT the carnival on the set!

you’re just really proud of your mans :,)

family and friends keep pestering you both to have kids

so you adopt a dog (MILES BBY I LOVE YOU)

also as a side note, you love Braindead

you laughed HYSTERICALLY during the salami sex scene

aaron filmed it and posted it on twitter

fast forward, you get offered to help choreograph a new show! woah! and you’d get to swing for it!

it’s super top secret tho, and you literally cannot tell aaron

you do eventually relent the information that you’re working on a new show, and the man doesn’t pry. he’s respectful like that.

you meet the team, and boy you are IN LOVE

auditions are fun, creating the choreo is exhilarating

you don’t hear about casting much at all tho

so when aaron walks into the studio you both immediately freeze

“wait what the f—“

“I KNEW IT!”

yup. you both were working on Moulin Rouge! and had NO clue

you both share (1) braincell

the lab went great, and soon you were on your way to Boston!

you HATE aaron’s longer hair, mostly because he won’t let you mess with it >:(

he eventually relents, and you teach him the secrets of “the man bun™️”

you also braid it a lot

“ow!”

“stop being a pussy about it”

“your hair’s the money maker don’t make me shave it in your sleep”

performing with your husband is a dream

sneaking looks on stage

aaron calls your frustrated choreo-instruction voice “mom voice” and the rest of the cast picks up on it

“no, it’s 7, 8! Up on 3, down on 5, 6, spin 7,8!”

“ok, mom!”

“SHUT UP, AARON!”

then broadway!!

the ricky-aaron lives

you had to go on for nini one performance and ricky teased aaron ALL DAY

you were totally in on it too

but aaron isn’t really the jealous type. he knows you are so in love with him, the same way he is in love with you

so basically he knew it was all fun and games

shenanigans backstage

one time during intermission you convinced aaron to give you a piggyback ride the ENTIRE 15 MINUTES

“hey aaron nice backpack”

small talk between scenes

like aaron would be sprinting to his next cue and you’d just

“i’m ordering domino’s for dinner pepperoni or sausage?”

“PEPPERONI!”

you both drink too much iced coffee, like people are actually concerned for you both

neither of you are party-ers really, but you can GET DOWN

i am convinced aaron can cook

like if he’d have a day off, you’d come home from an evening performance with a cooked meal and two wine glasses

never candles tho

not after the valentine’s day incident

BUT TO SUM IT ALL UP

y’all are cute :,)

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pietropatrol · 4 years

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Păpuşă (Part 3)

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A/N: Fic Friday is back!

Pietro Maximoff liked to get on your nerves and he was good at it because you were annoyed simply at his mere presence. Now Steve has sent the pair of you on an undercover mission as husband and wife. But the mission may have been more complicated then intended, for more than one reason.

Pairing: Pietro x Reader Warnings: language, angst, kidnap Words: 1,800

3 years ago

Pietro Maximoff was accustomed to attractive women, but something felt different about the one who glided across his line of sight. Y/H/C peaked out from your winter hat, tendrils framing your face. A look of ease in your eyes as you changed direction in a split second, weaving in and out of other not so graceful skaters.

"Piet," the voice of his twin sister pulling his eyes away from you. Wanda struggled to stay upright on the ice.

"You know, for someone with superpowers, you can't skate to save your life." Pietro closed the few feet between them and steadied her. She narrowed his eyes at him.

"And you can?"

"I can at least stand, dear sister. Where did Vision go?" Pietro took her hands and pulled her with him around the rink.

"To get hot chocolate, I'm afraid the line is probably long. He's already been gone for ten minutes."

"He'll be fine, he is the most patient of us all." He reassured Wanda in their native tongue.

You skated into his vision once again, accelerating across open space before throwing yourself into the air and landing perfectly on one foot.

Pietro halted and Wanda stumbled back into you.

You quickly caught her and flashed her a sheepish smile. "Sorry, didn't mean to invade your space. I get carried away on the ice."

"No, no. It was my idiot brother's fault, he should be the one to apologize." Wanda gave Pietro a withering look.

Your Y/E/C landed on the speedster for the first time and a small breath caught in your throat. The smirk that seemed to be at home on his face invited you in as he regarded you with intrigue.

"I'm Wanda, and this is Pietro." Wanda stepped to the side to allow Pietro into the conversation, leaving the space in between the pair of you open. He offered out his hand.

"I'm Y/N." You took it, his hand engulfing your own.

“It is… nice to me you, Y/N.” Your name rolling off his tongue sent a thrill through you.

“Hot chocolate?” Vision floated into the group, balancing 3 Styrofoam cups in hand. You recognized the android.

Adrenaline shot through you when you realized who the siblings were associated with. You had been careless coming to New York City. The Avengers had been beginning to target your assignment when you had escaped. They must have known you worked for the Rambovas. Now they were here to get you.

“Long line?” Wand inquired as she plucked the cup from the top.

“I probably could have gone to your favorite coffee shop on the other side of town and it would have been quicker.” Vision passed another cup to Pietro. Vision’s attention turned to you, literally frozen on the spot. You had iced yourself into the skates and onto the rink. “Um, sorry, my apologies. I’m Vision.” He gave an awkward wave.

“I-I ha-have to go.” Maybe they weren’t here for you, but you weren’t going to stick around to find out. There was a loud shatter as you yanked yourself of the rink, cracking the ice around you.

“Wait!“ Pietro made to dart after you, but Wanda held him back. She looked from the fractured ice to Vision.

“That’s not normal.”

Vision frowned. “Indeed, we will bring it up with the team as soon as we get back. We should be able to track her down.”

****

Now

A neat stack of books on your desk by the same author piqued Pietro’s interest. The spines were cracked and frayed like you had read them a million times. Pietro knew you liked to read, but he had never seen you read this series.

He glanced behind his shoulder to your sleeping form, counting your deep breaths to make sure you were not pretending to get out having to explain your past to Pietro. He had pushed you for more information, but you insisted you needed to sleep off whatever they had injected the pair of you with.

“I have nothing else better to do,” he murmured to himself. Pietro grabbed the book off the top, he knew you would have put them in order. The memory of you moving into his room and meticulously organizing your bookshelf was bittersweet. You had trusted him completely and the way you openly adored him made his stomach churn with regret. The past year had only been scowls and annoyance. But it was an improvement from your empty eyes.

Pietro sat on the floor in a corner of the room, keeping you in his line of sight. With a heavy sigh at yours and his predicament, he opened the book to try and not think about it for the time being.

It was an easy read, even for Pietro whose English reading skills still weren’t the greatest. The books seemed to be written for young teen girls, that was what he could glean from the first few chapters. The main character was a 16-year-old girl pulled into a world of teens with special abilities being used as spies. The fifth chapter had him physically pause.

“Y/N Y/L/N?” he traced your name with his finger, trying to make sense of it. Your name was a character in the book. He read further. She was a 16-year-old, experienced spy for the Government, abilities she would not disclose, and closed off to the main character. Suspicion wormed into Pietro’s brain. What was the likelihood you coincidently shared a name with a character in the book who was almost the equivalent of your real life? You weren’t closed off, at least when you and Pietro were speaking terms, and he was very much aware of your abilities. From both a positive and negative receiving end. But you had abilities and worked for someone before the Avengers. Was Y/N even your name? Why had you never told him about any of this?

The suspicion only grew the more he read on. Personality-wise, as Pietro knew you, you didn’t share much in common with the character. But stylistically as she was described and some of her common phrases were too familiar.

You began to stir, still feeling a slight numbness from the sedative. A groan escaped your lips as you pushed yourself up, they had not been gentle transporting your body.

“Piet…ro?” You silently cussed yourself out for almost using his pet name, but not seeing him upon waking up stoked a level of concern you had suppressed.

“Down here.” His tone was flat and clipped. You looked over to the corner of your room by your closet. He met your eyes with a level gaze and he frowned at you. “Care to explain something to me?” He held up a book, his thumb holding his place in the book. He had already read about half of it.

Dread washed over you, but you kept a calm demeanor. “My favorite book as a kid? What about it?”

“Don’t play dumb, Y/N. If that’s even your name.” He dog eared his page, you had to stop from yelling at him for doing that, because that was not an argument he would want to entertain. Pietro’s eyes had narrowed in on you and he was going to focus on what he wanted to.

“Y/N is my name. It’s the only name I’ve known.” That wasn’t a lie.

“You’re omitting, omitting is lying, remember?” Pietro used your own words against you. Goddammit, sometimes he was too good at reading you.

“Oh, I remember. You want to bring that up, right now?” You rose an eyebrow, you didn’t want to bring it up either, but if it distracted from the line of questioning you would stomach it.

“Something tells me you have been hiding something bigger since I met you on day one.” He threw the book back on your desk and closed the distance between you.

“Bigger than you sticking your—” You started to snark.

“Y/N! I am not having this conversation again. I’ve profusely apologized for it and admitted my mistake. We’re talking about you, not me, right now.”

“I don’t know what you want to know!”

Pietro threw his arms up and gestured wildly around the room. “Everything! What have you not told me? What have you not told the team?”

“I didn’t think it mattered!” You defended yourself.

“Didn’t think it mattered? It got us captured. You said you went to boarding school.”

“Technically it is a school and everyone boards here at one point or another.”

“Wow, so I get my ass chewed out by you for omitting, but this whole time y—” Pietro was interrupted by the beeping of your door.

You tensed as Moreau stepped into the room. “Trouble in paradise?” He smirked at you. “You didn’t tell your poor hubby about your accomplishments here at the academy? You’re not ashamed of your family, now are you?”

“You are not my family,” you hissed.

“Tsk-tsk, that’s not a nice thing to say. We grew up together.” Moreau tossed a bag of clothes at you. “Get changed, both of you. The Baroness would like to meet you, Mr. Maximoff.”

Moreau turned on his heel to leave but paused in the doorway. “You better hope she’s in a good mood.”

He just the door, leaving a small crack and you pulled Pietro to you. Your lips hovering near his.

“Y/N, what are—”

“Sh,” you whispered as quiet as you possibly could, “Moreau is probably listening in, possibly spying. Go along with whatever I say from now on. We are married, we met when you were still with Hydra undergoing experimentation, you proposed at the Rockefeller center when we were ice skating—”

“That’s where we met—”

“I know, I know, just…trust me. Okay? Can you do that? I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“You don’t?” A small smirk appeared on his.

“Not the right time. Do you trust me?”

“I always have until now. But yes,” he nodded and gently kissed you. “We got married on my parents’ anniversary, October twenty-third, in Central Park with just the team around. The leaves were changing, the air was crisp, and you looked beautiful in your dress, sexy even. Goosebumps covered your skin, not from your exposed back and cold, of course, but from the rush of getting to marry me—”

“Slightly smug, but I will let it pass,” you murmured, “Continue?”

“We held a dinner at that hipster Biergarten you love, drank hot apple cider mixed with whiskey, and instead of wedding cake, we had donuts. As we danced, I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to have married a woman as beautiful, smart, and cunning as you.”

You sucked in a shaky breath; his words had brought life to a film in your head. Pietro had thought about this before, and it hurt that it had never gotten to be his reality.

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ironhusband · 3 years

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Rhodeytony seasons of love master post of headcanons

What I didn’t miss too many days and decided to make up for it this way, not at all!

Rhodey is a rocket scientist and Tony is an engineer so you would expect that if they followed the recipe for fireworks, everything would be A-Okay. But of course, those two genius boys can’t ever let anything be simple. So when they try to make fireworks for Rhdoey’s family fourth of July party, there might have a close call with Tony’s fingers and the grass in Rhodey’s yard is burned to the crisp. Mama Rhodes is Not Happy.

Rhodey doesn’t often get drunk without Tony, but during the era between Ultron and Civil War where Tony is retired, Rhodey is a new Avenger and they miss each other terribly, the team makes Rhodey drink two shots of Nat’s too strong booze, and he maybe leaves him a voicemail before being wrestled into sleep. “Toooooony,” he whines into the phone, “I love you. I love you very very much. Did you know that your friends are the best? Because they are! Sam, you are the best! Tell Tony you are the best. No, but for real though, I miss you. I miss you, I miss you, I miss you. You should leave your stupid Malibu house and come live with us. Your friends are the best. And you are the best. It will be so fun. And then I won’t miss you anymore...” The next morning Tony calls him and tells him, “that’s the worst way you could have asked me to move in with you” but by the afternoon boxes start showing up.

Tony is often up by 3 AM so 3 AM voicemails aren’t uncommon, even if Tony hates leaving them (”it’s not 1993 who has an answering machine?”). He especially stays up and leaves voicemails when Rhodey isn’t there to drag him to bed. He’s usually a little bit manic, and just a tad longing at that time. But Tony’s sane enough while leaving them so it’s mostly just ramblings about Rhodey’s suit and its modifications and muses about Tony hijacking a military plane to see him. Rhodey sometimes uses them as a way to relax when he’s away and missing his husband.

None of them knit the ugly sweater. Roberta does. Tony cries when he gets his first ugly sweater from her because he knows more than anyone it’s a right of passage into being a Rhodes, and he finally gets a family. Tony wears the sweaters all the time because it fells like knowing someone cares for him. Rhodey, however, isn’t that touched by the ugly sweaters, and resumes to be seen with them. He doesn’t touch Roberta’s ugly sweaters on any day but the extremely cold or laundry day. That is why Tony is Roberta’s favorite.

Neither of them screams first in the haunted house. Our two prankster boys pull all their resources in Halloween and create a haunted house out of their MIT dorms, making everyone scream. Some of the things they invent for the house shouldn’t even be possible so people scream more than at any haunted house because they are convinced there’s magic involved. It makes Tony and Rhodey fall to the ground laughing.

Rhodey pulls Tony back in for the lazy day. Not only because Tony’s mind is so busy that he gets up way too early because he’s dreamed of an equation, but also because Tony gets up way too early for the time he fell asleep, and Rhodey wants to make sure his boyfriend gets at least some sleep. Besides, Tony needs to learn what a lazy day is and Rhodey wants cuddles when he’s finally home.

Tony is on the fall festival’s planning committee out of spite (one of the students there KICKED HIS CHAIR) and pure mischief and makes sure to ruin it in some way every year, or at least antagonize everyone else. He and Rhodey scheme every year how to torture the planning committee.

Tony wins Rhodey a stuffed platypus at the carnival and Rhodey wins Tony a faulty tape recorder. I have this exact scene in road trip fic.

Tony is the ice skating pro because he was a dancer as a child and part of his training was ice skating, but even he can’t skate without falling on his ass with how tightly Rhodey is holding on to him. Tony never takes Rhodey ice skating again, but him, Natasha, and Jeanette all have fun while ice skating together. Rhodey is upset about not getting ice skating dates with his boyfriend anymore, especially with how tight he gets to hold on to Tony in the ring. But he still likes to watch videos of Tony mastering the skill.

Rhodey makes the best hot cocoa! He learned the secret recipe from Mama Rhodes and will not share it, not even with his husband. Tony always pouts over not getting the recipe (”you’ll butcher it, no way”) but he’s happy to have his husband to make it for him, because it tastes like heaven and he’s the luckiest person on Earth for it. The Avengers also enjoy Rhodey’s hot cocoa in the winter and also try and figure out the recipe. None have succeeded so far. Mama Rhodes is delighted by so many superheroes enjoying her recipe.

Cuddling ensues when they get snowed in. Tony hates the cold and the boredom it all entails so he’ll leech on to Rhodey for warmth and entrainment. Tony sort of gets on Rhodey’s nerves by the end of it, but he finds Tony super cute when he falls asleep on his chest. It ends with Tony making himself so insane he creates robots to shovel all the snow away. It somehow works.

Tony doesn’t much like the holidays because they bring back too many bad memories but he finds how Rhodey’s excitement adorable. Rhodey’s near childlike joy at getting presents on Christmas morning makes the holidays bearable for Tony. Rhodey insists they create their own traditions (like his parents did) when they get together and rent their own apartment during their MIT days, and so they create a few. During Thanksgiving dinner, they each get to make one dish and they order the rest of dinner to make up for the lacking food (Rhodey only made the turkey Tony only makes the cranberry sauce). Their tree is purely for decoration as they exchange gifts privately with each other, and it’s a rule that they must make all the decor for the tree. As they grow up and get more family members, the thanksgiving tradition is stopped but they leave the Christmas ones and create a few more traditions. For Thanksgiving, their small tradition is getting each other a gift card for a restaurant they recommend, a memory from the old times. They never eat at the table, but instead set up a buffet and allow people to mingle on the couches while they eat the food. Tony does the shopping for Thanksgiving and Rhodey does the cooking, except the cranberry sauce, because it’s easy and Tony can handle it. For Christmas, they have a lazy day in bed instead of wake up to see their presents. The Avengers might leave them presents under the tree but Tony and Rhodey only care about the gifts they give each other. Every new bot gets its own sock stocking and they let the bots decorate their socks. They both leave the suits in a random square in New York with the sign “they want to be dressed for the season!” and watch the different creations of Iron Man and War Machine “snow”men. It happens a few years in a row.

Rhodey hides the mistletoe right above Tony’s workshop door because he knows Tony’s always there and he’s one of the only ones allowed in, so Rhodey’ll get plenty of kisses. Plus, he gets some adorable pictures of Tony kissing his bots.

Tony hides the mistletoe in frequently-used spaces (notable mentions: Fury’s drawer when he leaves his pencils and the hanger on which Clint hangs his arrows) because he’s a little shit, and wants everyone to hate him. “I’m going to make you some of my hot chocolate, Tony,” Rhodey says as he opened the cupboard for the pot. Tony desperately tries to hide his smirk, “okay, hubby.” It takes a few minutes before Rhodey says, “fine, I’ll kiss you, but no hot chocolate for you.”

The season which reminds Tony of Rhodey is spring. Because Rhodey is just as lovely and beautiful as the season is. Spring reminds him of Rhodey’s passion and intelligence, the way everything turns green so quickly reminds him of how quick Rhodey is to develop an idea. It reminds him to pick flowers for his husband and finally being in the season to buy Rhodey’s favorite fruit, strawberries.

The season which reminds Rhodey of Tony is winter. Because Tony hates the winter. He hates Christmas and snow and rain. He hates the cold and the blackouts. So whenever something especially winter happens, like snowmen building or Christmas shopping, Rhodey thinks with a fond smile “oh, Tony would hate this”.

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My Everything - Part Fourteen

A Take it Slow Sequel

What happens with Harry and Y/N after he proposes? How will the two navigate the engaged life while also continuing to juggle their jobs, friends, and families? Let’s find out.

Warnings: Fluff, a wee bit of angst, and smut! 4.6K

a/n: this is the last part before the story takes a small break, but do not fear! There’s going to be 20 parts total, and I have parts 15-17 already fully written and ready to go. I just wanna give this a breather so I can put some other works out there. I hope you’re enjoying seeing them as parents! Will they make a second baby? We shall soon find out! (also, I don’t know how much a 2 year old can actually articulate, so if his dialogue is wonky, please excuse me lmao)

Masterpost

Jack was two years old, and you were loving having a toddler. He was rather rambunctious. You loved having summers off so you could spend time at home with him. You loved watching him play and learn. He was getting rather heavy to pick up, and his mop of curls reminded you a lot of Harry’s. He was certainly a good mix of the two of you.

Even though there were times you wanted to scream and cry when he’d get fussy, you knew it would only be another couple of years before he started school, and you wouldn’t have this time with him. You were sort of starting to miss having an actual baby around. As you watched him play in the backyard with Buster, you thought more and more about how nice it would be for him to have a little sibling to play with. He had friends from daycare, but still, a younger brother or sister would be nice.

When Harry gets home from work later, he had adjusted his schedule to be able to be home by 3PM in the summers, he sits outside with you.

“Maybe it’s time we look into a pool.” He says to you.

“What?”

“It gets good sun out here.”

“Sarah and Niall have a pool, we can just use theirs.”

“I know, but wouldn’t it be nice to have one of our own? Nothing crazy, an above ground pool. We’ve got the room.”

“It’s expensive.”

“We can afford it.” He shrugs.

“What if there’s other things we’ll need that money for?”

“Like what?” He turns to look at you. Before you can answer him you both hear Jack whaling. He had tripped and fallen. “That’s what happens when you run after Daddy tells you not to, Jack.” Harry shakes his head and gets up to check on his little boy. He scoops him up and brings him over to sit. “Ah, just a scrape, no harm done, but you can cry if yeh want to, no one’s tellin’ yeh not to cry, son.” He rocks Jack back and forth in his arms and you swear you can feel your ovaries exploding. “What?”

“What?”

“You’re givin’ me a weird look.” He chuckles.

“Want mumma.” Jack sniffles.

“Okay, come see me.” You take him from Harry. “You know just because mumma’s a doctor now, doesn’t mean she’s like Dr. Morris.” You tell Jack. Yes, you had gotten your PhD, it was grueling, but it allowed you to go on a tenure track at the university.

“Kisses mumma.”

“Ohhh, I see.” You give him kisses all over and it makes him giggle. “All better now?”

“Can I have juice, pwease.”

“Yes, honey.”

“I’ll go get it, you sit.” Harry gets up and goes inside to grab Jack his juice box. “Here yeh go, son.” Jack grabs it from Harry.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“So polite.” Harry rustles the hair on the top of Jack’s head.

“Don’t drink it too fast or you’ll get the hiccups.” Buster trots over and laps up the water in the bowl you brought outside for him. He lays down in the cool of the shade.

“M’gonna have to mow in a couple days.” Harry sighs. You squeeze your legs together at the thought.

Watching Harry mow the lawn was like watching a cliché porno. He’d be shirtless, and incredibly sweaty. He’d have his bandana to keep his hair up off his forehead, and he’d come inside to grab a glass of water. You’d often sit up on the counter and watch him drink the cold beverage. That would lead to him giving you a quick fuck in the downstairs bathroom when he could, if Jack was napping.

“Harry?” You look at him and he looks at you.

“Aw, look, his little eyes are closin’.” He looks down at Jack who was falling asleep in your arms. “So cozy with his mumma.”

“Shit, if he sleeps now he won’t sleep tonight. Jack, wake up honey.” He jolts awake and looks at you. “Do you wanna go inside? Think you’ve earned some TV time, hm?”

“TV!” He repeats and smiles at you.

You take Jack inside, first to use the potty as you were still training him. Then you get him settled on the couch with his favorite cartoon playing on the TV. Harry grabs some carrot sticks to munch on before sitting down with the two of you.

“What do you feel like for dinner tonight? I could make some hot dogs for him on the grill, and some veggie burgers for us.” He snaps into a carrot.

“Sure, that sounds good.” You look down at Jack and see he’s mesmerized by the TV. “Can we speak in the kitchen?”

“Um…sure.” You both get up and walk over to kitchen. You had a large open concept area so you could still keep your eyes on Jack. “Am I in trouble?” He was thoroughly confused.

“What?! No! Why would you be?” You laugh and he shrugs his shoulders. “No, I just didn’t want him to overhear. We didn’t exactly finish our conversation from before.”

“Oh.” He says, relieved. “What were we even talkin’ about?”

“Well, you had mentioned a pool, and I was thinking we’d need to save that money.”

“Oh, right. Yeah, why can’t we get a pool? I think we’ve done a good job of savin’, hell, we even started Jack’s college fund already. We’re in really good shape. I don’t think it would set us back much, and it’d pay for itself with how much we’d all use it.”

“We can just buy a little blow up kiddie pool for now.”

“But…I would like to swim also.” He tries to read your face. You seemed nervous. “Is everything alright? What’s goin’ on up there?” He taps on your forehead.

“Harry…I…” You bite your bottom lip.

“Honey, whatever it is, you can tell me. You’re scarin’ me a little.” He rubs the back of his neck.

“Sorry, I just don’t exactly know how to phrase it.” You take a deep breath and look back over at Jack who was still content with his cartoons. “I wanna have another baby.” You whisper. Harry’s cheeks flush and his eyebrows raise. “I think we’re ready, don’t you? And I miss…I miss having a little baby. I’m still able to snuggle with Jack, but he’s getting big and he’s gonna start preschool in a couple of years, and I-“

Harry cups your cheeks and brings you in for a kiss. It gives you the good kind of butterflies in your stomach.

“So…um…that’s why I think we should hold off on the pool.”

“We can afford both.” He chuckles. “Babe, you really wanna have another?”

“I do.” You nod. “Do you?”

“Of course! I would’ve gotten yeh pregnant again a while ago if you had let me.” He smirks. “I was waitin’ for you to say somethin’. I told yeh a long time ago, I’ll have as many kids as you let us.” He strokes your cheek.

“I really want another one.” You wrap your arms around his neck. “Someone for Jack to grow up with and play with, you know?”

“Mhm.” He presses his forehead to yours. “You’ll have to go to the doctor to have your IUD taken out.”

“I know.” You step back from him. “I can make an appointment this week if I really wanted to.”

“Wow, so you wanna start trying, like, right away?”

“Yeah, why not?”

“Are you sure you’re not just, like, horny?” He chuckles.

“Harry.” You swat an arm at him. “Well, I am, but I really wanna have another baby. We made such a beautiful little boy, let’s make another.” You pout at him and he kisses you. “No way we can still afford a pool.”

“I bet we can, but I suppose we could wait until next summer. I just hate imposing on Niall and Sarah…”

“Are you kidding? She loves when I bring Jack over to swim. We were there this morning. She has summers off too, remember? Sometimes Rach joins us, it’s great. She really doesn’t mind.”

“Okay. Make an appointment then, and then we’ll make another baby.” He gives your belly a pat. “You realize though we’ll probably have to fuck in your office, that’s how we got Jack after all.”

“Oh stop it. We also had sex that weekend for my birthday.”

“I think it was the spontaneity that did it. Gotta remember to not put too much pressure on it.”

“Okay, so catch me off guard when you wanna fuck me.” You shrug. He grips your hips as you start to walk away, and you swat at him. “Not now, you idiot.”

“Come on, let’s practice.”

“Harry…why don’t you go start the grill up, hm? I’m gonna take Jack with me to walk Buster.”

“Okay, fine.” He sighs and rolls his eyes extra heavy. “But don’t say I never offer.”

You go to the doctor and get your IUD removed. Dr. Johnson doesn’t think you’ll have too much trouble conceiving, but she gives you a list of vitamins you might want to try to help yourself out. You get Jack in the car seat after your appointment.

“Jack, you were so good for mummy while she saw the doctor, thank you so much.”

“Treat, mumma?”

“Sure, I think we could go get a treat.”

You drive over to Harry’s studio and walk down the street to the ice cream shop. Buster was with Harry today, so you get a dog-friendly vanilla ice cream. You get everyone ice cream and walk with Jack back to the studio.

“Okay, you know what to say when you walk in right?” You wink at him as you open the door.

“Supwise!” He yells and Isaac beams.

“Look who it is!” He gets up to help you with the ice cream. “This really is a surprise. Hi Jack.”

“Hi.” He hugs your leg shyly, and hides his face. Buster gets up from around the desk and trots over. Jack perks up when he sees his buddy.

“Where’s my hubby?”

“Upstairs in his office. Him and Mariah are having an editing day. She’s in her office in the back.”

“Ah. Come on Jack, think you can climb the stairs? That vanilla one is for Buster.” You say to Isaac.

“Sure thing, and thanks for the treats. I’ll go give this to Mariah.”

You and Jack go up the stairs and knock on Harry’s door.

“Isaac, this better fuckin’-“ Harry’s eyes widen when he opens the door to see his wife and child standing there. “Oh! Hi!” He smiles. He gives you a kiss, and picks up Jack.

“Got you treat, Daddy.” He points to the ice cream in your hands.

“I see that, well come on in.” He sets Jack on the floor with his ice cream and a napkin.

“We were in the neighborhood, I saw Dr. Johnson today.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot that was today. What flavor did yeh get me?”

“Your favorite, purple cow.”

“Thank you.” He kisses you again as he takes the ice cream from you. “None for mummy?”

“I took a few bites of yours. I figured I’d just eat whatever he doesn’t finish.” You shrug.

“So it was a good appointment then?”

“Mhm, IUD is gone, and I picked up some vitamins she said could help. I’m in no condition to do anything tonight so don’t even think about it.”

“Hey, I’m completely innocent.” He takes a bite of ice cream. “So…when can we start trying then?”

“Whenever the mood feels right, honey.” You sit down on the little love seat and wipe Jack’s mouth.

“No!” He screams. He hates having his face wiped.

“Jack.” Harry says sternly. “Let mummy clean you up, you’re a mess.”

“No!” He screams again. Harry looks at you and then at Jack.

“Alright, I guess you don’t want ice cream then.” He sighs.

“Harry, no, it’s his treat for being good for me earlier.”

“He’s not bein’ good now.”

“And taking it away is just gonna make it worse. He doesn’t like the dry napkin, I’ll take him down to the bathroom in a minute.”

“Y/N.”

“Harry.”

“M’done, mumma.”

“Okay.” You take his cup and throw it in the trash. “Can we go clean up now?”

“Mhm.”

“Oh good, I was worried you’d say no.” You poke his tummy and he giggles. “See, we totally avoided a meltdown.”

“Guess I just don’t know him as well as you do then.” He grumbles.

“Harry, that’s not what I meant at all.”

“No, it’s fine. You get the best of both worlds with him. You’re a stay at home parent in the summer and then during the school year he still sees you more since he goes to daycare at work with you.” Harry follows you out and down to the bathroom. He holds Jack up so you can wash his hands.

“It’s not like you can close this place down or just not work in the summer time. You come home early, and that’s really great.”

“But you know him better, and then I…end up being the bad guy more. I swear he likes you better sometimes.”

“First of all, I’m the bad guy a lot, you’re just not there to see it. Second of all, he misses you all day long. He couldn’t wait to come surprise you. You’re an amazing father, Harry, please.” Harry sets Jack down once he’s all clean. “Come on, Jack we need go home and let Daddy get back to work.

“No!”

“Must be his favorite word today.” You mumble to Harry. “You can’t stay with Daddy, he has a lot to do. He’ll be home in a couple of hours.”

“No!” He starts crying and attaches himself to Harry’s legs.

“He can stay here, I have coloring books for him upstairs.”

“You won’t get anything done if he does. Jack, enough, we’re going home.”

“No!” He whales.

“Y/N, it’s fine. I’ll get plenty done. M’sure you could use the alone time, right?”

“He’s cranky because it’s almost nap time. He’ll fall asleep in the car and it’ll be fine. Help me get him in the car, please?”

Harry nods and picks a crying Jack up. These were the days you couldn’t wait for Jack to start preschool. Harry gets Jack strapped into his car seat, he was still crying.

“Jack, I need you to be good for mummy, okay? I’ll be home soon.”

“No, Daddy.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Harry. Let it go.” Jack continues to cry after Harry closes the car door. “He’ll fall asleep the second I start driving.”

“I know, it just breaks my heart. I feel so guilty.”

“Don’t.” You cup his cheeks. “You have nothing to be guilty over. He’s just being cranky. It’s how he is sometimes. He does the same thing to me if I take him to run errands at an odd time. He needs his nap, that’s all.” You kiss Harry quick. “I’ll see you in a little while.”

“Alright, love you.”

“Love you too.”

Harry watches as you drive away. He sighs heavily and goes back into the studio. Mariah was standing at Isaac’s desk with him.

“Is everything okay? I swear I heard crying.” She says.

“Jack didn’t feel like leavin’. He’s goin’ through the no phase right now. I don’t what’s worse, when he was teething or this.”

“Probably this, since he can talk back to you.” She smirks. “We all know how much you love that.”

“Hey, Mariah? Get back to work.” He grins, and goes back upstairs.

Harry comes home with a cauliflower crust pizza for dinner. He figured if you could surprise him, he could surprise you.

“We can keep it in the oven for now if it’s too early to eat.”

“Sounds good, yeah, it’s only 3:30, you know? But thank you this’ll be great. Hi Buster, how’s mumma’s boy?” You pet the top of his head.

“How’s Jack?”

“He’s fine.” You scoff. “Passed out in the car like I thought, and then I put him to bed for the rest of his nap. He’s coloring now at his table in the living room.”

“Daddy!” Jack exclaims when he sees Harry. He runs over to him and Harry picks him up. Harry gives him a nice kiss on the cheek.

“How was your nap?”

“Good.” He shrugs.

“Can I see what you’ve colored?” Jack nods and Harry carries him into the living room. Harry sits on the floor next to Jack so he can properly see the pages his drawn on. “Oh wow! That’s a good one, I like how you used green for everything, and then just put that one dot of blue there.” You giggle as you listen to him. Harry really was a good dad.

Around 7PM you get Jack down for bed and nearly collapse on the couch with Harry.

“Long day, babe?”

“Mhm, he was up early with me today. Crawled right in with me.”

“Aw, I love when he does that.”

“Me too, just not when I wanna sleep in a little.” You laugh. “I have no privacy to shower sometimes.”

Harry throws his arm around you as he turns the TV.

“Yeah? What do you need privacy for? Shavin’ your legs?” He smirks.

“You know exactly what I need privacy for.”

“So we really can’t have sex tonight?”

“I’m a little sore from the doctor, sweetie. Tomorrow.”

“I could eat you out, oh! Let’s sixty-nine.” He wiggles his eyebrows. You scrunch your face at him. “It’s been ages since we did that.”

“Harry, no.” You cross your arms and settle into his chest while you watch the screen.

“Why not?”

“Because I’m not in the mood right now. I’m full from dinner and I’m tired.” You look up at him. “I shouldn’t even need to give you a reason, no should be enough.” You turn back to the TV and you hear him sigh.

“Sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

“I’m just excited.”

“I know.” You look at him again. “It’s hard not jumping you when I see you with him. You have way more patience than I do sometimes.”

“Oh I see, so you only get turned on when you see me hangin’ out with him. I get it.”

“No!” You laugh. “That’s not what I’m saying at all.”

“It just makes you wanna have another.”

“Mhm.” You kiss his cheek. “You’re just so good.”

“You’re good with him too, you know that right?” You nod yes. “Good.”

A couple of days later, on Saturday, Harry woke you up early and you wanted to kill him.

“You’re worse than him, I swear.” You groan.

“Come shower with me.” He whispers.

“What?”

“He should be asleep a little longer and so should Buster. Come shower with me.” He tugs you out of bed and to your feet.

“Why?” You rub the sleep away from your eyes.

“So we can fuck, obviously.”

“We need to be in the shower to fuck?” You yawn.

“No…but…he can’t exactly walk in on us like this, can he?”

“Good point.”

Harry turns the water on, and once it’s warm you’re being yanked into the shower and pressed up against the tile.

“Oh god.” You moan as his mouth works over your neck and his fingers slip inside you.

He slots his mouth over yours to swallow your moans. Your fingers rake through his hair and he presses his hard dick against your thigh.

“Fuck, put it in, fuck me, Harry.” You whine.

He lines himself up with you and just gets the tip in when you both hear a tap on the door and a little boy’s voice calling for the two of you.

“You’ve got to be fuckin’ kidding me.” He grunts. You step away from Harry and turn the water off. “Y/N!” He whines. “I’m gonna have blue balls.”

“So jerk off.” You snap. “I’m just as annoyed, deal with it.” You wrap a towel around yourself and open the door to see Jack sitting with his thumb in his mouth. “Good morning, my love.”

“Hungry.” He whines.

“Okay, mummy make you breakfast.” You secure your towel before picking him up and taking him downstairs.

Harry finally joins you in the kitchen and takes Buster out immediately. You watch as Jack picks at his cheerios. You make yourself and Harry some coffee so it’s ready for when he gets back.

“He needs to learn to stay in his bloody bed.” Harry grumbles when he gets back. “Can’t we put a gate up?”

“We did that, but he’s potty training now so he needs to be able to get into the bathroom in the morning and use the little potty if he needs it.”

“Think it’s time for a sleepover at Mimi’s.” That was what your mother wanted to be called instead of grandma.

“Harry.” You sigh. “We’re headed to London in like two weeks, where we will be staying for like three weeks. I’m sure your mum would love to have him to herself for a few days then. We can run off to the flat and have some alone time.”

“You wanna wait two fuckin’ weeks?!”

“Harry! You know how I feel about you dropping the f bomb in front of him.” You scold him. “Come on, Jack, let’s get you ready for the day. Auntie Sarah said you could come over and swim since it’s gonna be so hot out.”

“Yay!”

“Get your swimsuit on.” You say to Harry.

“You didn’t answer my question.” He says as he watches you rub sunscreen all over Jack.

“No, I don’t wanna wait two weeks, but my mom has a life too. She can’t just take him whenever we want.”

“What about your dad?”

“What about my dad?” You scoff. “He’s not sleeping over there.”

“Why not?”

“Because.” You stand up to look at him. “You know he’s traveling right now. He always goes for road trips in the summer.”

“Okay, what about-“

“Harry.” You snap and grit your teeth. “I love you, but go put your swim suit on, so I can go put mine on.”

Harry gets Jack’s things packed up while you get ready. You come down in a cute one piece and a pair of shorts.

“Got everything?” You ask.

“Yup.”

The three of you, plus Buster, walk down the street to Niall and Sarah’s. You walk around back to where the two of them are already sitting outside.

“Hey! Look who it is.” Niall says, and gets up to help with all the things you brought. “Y/N, are you alright? You look a little flushed.”

“I’m fine.” You set Jack down, and he toddles over to say hi to Sarah, who scoops him right up. “We got interrupted this morning.” You roll your eyes.

“Oh.” He looks at the two of you. “So go home for a little bit then.”

“No, it’s fine, we came to swim.”

“You can come back. We can watch him for a little while.”

“Thanks, mate.” Harry smiles, and you suck your teeth.

“Niall, we didn’t come over for you to babysit, it’s fine.”

“Oi, go home and make love to your husband would yeh?”

“Yeah, Y/N.” Sarah says. “I’ll play with him in the pool, he won’t even know you’re gone.”

“We-“ Harry lifts you up over his shoulder.

“We’ll be back in a little while, thanks guys.”

“Harry!” You squeal. “Put me down!”

He gets you back halfway to the house before putting you down. He shakes his head at you as he keys into your house.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m embarrassed.” You say shyly.

“Y/N, we’ve literally had sex with them in the same house as us before. S’not a big deal they know what we’re doin’.” He tilts your chin up to look at him. “Don’t you wanna love on each other?” He pouts.

“Of course I do…” You pout back.

“Alright, so let’s go upstairs to our nice air conditioned room, and get busy.”

You nod and follow him upstairs. You both get undressed and get on the bed. He takes some time to just caress your body, his fingers dancing up and down your soft skin. You take some initiative and grip his hardening cock and stroke it. His fingers slide between your legs and you moan out. He groans as your thumb rubs over his tip.

He stops his motions and gets you fully on your back, parting your legs. He licks his lips and attaches them swiftly to your clit.

“Christ!” Your hips buck up and he uses his forearm to pin you in place.

He licks all around your folds and then licks into you, using his free hand to rub circles on your clit.

“H, Harry.” You groan. Your hands reach for his hair and you get tight grip on him how he likes. He groans into you and it makes your eyes roll into the back of your head.

“You’re soaked, all this f’me.” He grunts as he continues to work his tongue.

“Wanted you all morning, I was so frustrated.” You start panting when you feel yourself get closer to the edge. “Oh my god, please don’t stop!”

Harry’s tongue moves back to your clit to flick at it while he gets a couple of fingers inside you to rub against that spongey spot. Your legs start shaking, you can’t take it anymore.

“Fuck!” You gasp as you come hard on his fingers. He gives your clit one last harsh suck before he brings his head up.

He licks his lips again and wipes everything else off with the back of his hand. He grins at you as he hovers over you. You grip his cock and pump it a few times before lining it up with your center. He slowly pushes inside you.

“Babe?”

“Yeah?” You look up at him with innocent eyes.

“Brace yourself.”

“Why?”

“M’gonna fuck you into this mattress.” Your eyes darken as your eyebrows raise. You nod and grip his shoulders.

Two hours later you return to Sarah and Niall’s. Both of you freshly fucked and happy. Niall was outside getting the grill started.

“He’s inside with Sarah, she said it was his nap time.”

“It is, she’s the best.” You say and go inside. Niall gives Harry a cheeky smile.

“Thanks.” He says. “Much needed time alone.”

“And you two wanna have another because…?” He jokes.

“I know it seems crazy to add more crazy to our lives, but we both really want it.” He steps a little closer to Niall. “She told me every time she sees me with Jack she practically wants to jump me to make another one.”

“Damn.”

You and Sarah come back out with a groggy Jack.

“Look who just woke up.” You coo.

“Hey, buddy.” Harry takes him from you and snuggles him close. “Wanna swim with Daddy after you wake up a bit?”

“Mhm.” Jack nuzzles in closer to Harry.

“Is that not the cutest thing you’ve ever seen?” You say to the group. “So sweet.” You kiss the top of Jack’s head.

“His curls are just like yours, Harry.” Sarah says.

Once Jack wakes up a little more, Harry brings him into the pool for a swim. You sit on the edge with Sarah, dipping your feet and calves in while Niall grills up lunch. Hearing Jack giggle while Harry would dip him in the water warmed your heart.

“He’s a really good, dad.” Sarah whispers to you.

“Yeah, he is.” You whisper back.

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myhockeyworld87 · 4 years

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Afraid - David Pastrnak

Word Count: 2,418

Requested: Yes

POV: Reader

Warnings: Language

Notes: I can’t find the original request, but this is the one someone wanted me to write with the Bruins and I was going to change it to the Stars, so I hope this ends up being ok. Happy Reading!

The first thing you realized when you met David, or Pasta, as everyone else called him, was that he wasn't afraid of anything. He wasn't afraid to drop the gloves and fight when he was on the ice, even though it worried the hell out of you; and he surely wasn't afraid to kill any of the gross and nasty bugs that would fly or crawl into your place. When you watched a scary movie, you were constantly hiding your head into his chest. His teammates would try to get the upper hand on him all the time, pulling pranks on him, but nothing seemed to make him flinch.

You were at one of the Bruins get together early on in the season, hanging by the pool when Jake tried to scare him by slithering a snake down his shoulder. It was an elaborate plan, he and Marchand were up on the roof, while Krug was distracting Pasta. They dropped the fake reptile down onto him perfectly; though David just laughed and continued on with his conversation as if nothing happened.

It was after that, that Jake cornered you and asked for your help. "Come on, (Y/N), you've got to know something that he's afraid of."

"Honestly, I can't think of a thing."

"Nothing at all? What about bears attacking him or fear of heights?" You made a face at him as if to say are you kidding me. He needed to think bigger. "We really need your help here."

"I'll try and think of something." It was two weeks later when you were lying in bed with Pasta, watching some nonsense on television, that it came to you. You weren't sure what it was, but there was a noise in the house that had both of you looking at each other. David went to investigate and found nothing. "Maybe it's a ghost," you teased.

"Shut up, that's not funny." He said crawling back under the covers.

"David, you're not afraid of a little ghost are you?" He just smirked at you, not saying a word. "What is my big strong hockey player scared of the boogeyman?"

He flipped you on your back, looming over you then, causing you to gasp as he pressed his erection into your body. "Mmm, nothing to be afraid of here." He breathed out, then pulled your shirt up kissing his way up to your breasts. "I don't see any ghosts here either, but maybe I should do a thorough investigation." He then proceeded to strip your body and comb every inch of it with his mouth before making you beg for him inside you.

It was about a week later when you were finally able to give Jake the idea. "You really think that would get him?" He asked.

"I mean it's worth a try."

Jake had an elaborate scheme; he'd rented out a bed and breakfast for the guys to stay at overnight. He'd made arrangements with the owner to have some hair-raising events happen throughout the night to make it seem as if the place was haunted. "I'm not going if you don't go." Pasta insisted.

"But isn't this a team thing, not a couple's thing." You knew what was going to happen and didn't want any parts of it.

"So, we can make it a couples thing. I don't get to see you enough as it is." He grabbed you around the waist and pulled you close. "I'm not spending one of my nights at home without you." He kissed your lips then and you melted. "Come on, I'll call Marchy and see if he and Kat can get someone to watch the kids for the night. I'm sure they could use a night off. Maybe Torey will bring Mel too."

"Yeah, and what about Jake? He'll be all alone." It was a last-ditch effort, for you knew your boyfriend could be stubborn when he wanted to. "Maybe he needs this guy time or something."

"If you invite Sara, he'll be fine. You know he's been working on dating her for a while now. This will just help them out a bit. You know, nudge them in the right direction."

The fact that Sara had been bugging you to set her up with Jake, didn't help. If she found out about something like this, she'd kill you for not inviting her. "Call Jake and make sure it's ok with him first."

"He'll be fine with it." When you swatted his chest, he sighed. "Ouch, alright I'll call him." Of course, Jake was fine with everything; he and Marchy were dying to scare the wits out of Pasta for years. You packed an overnight bag for both of you to stay in the country bed and breakfast. Jake and Sara drove with the two of you, while the other four went in Marchand's car. The two- and half-hour drive was beautiful as the leaves on the trees were covered in vibrant shades of orange, red, and yellow.

The house was a giant old Victorian home, that looked warm and inviting; if you didn't know what was going to happen you'd actually want to just come for the weekend and get away. "Wow, this place is beautiful," Sara exclaimed while you were getting out of the car.

"Yeah, nice call Jake," Pasta added as the two guys grabbed your overnight bags. You glared over at Jake, who just smirked back. The other four pulled in next to you guys and soon everyone was being shown to their rooms. Your little group explored the town, doing wine tasting, and checking out the local flavor the town had to offer. After a wonderful dinner your host had made, she started to tell you the legend of the home.

"It was built back in the 1800s, right before the civil war. You know Massachusetts played a significant role in the antislavery movement." Everyone was listening with rapt attention. "This house held some very important strategy meetings in it. Well, that was until one night, when rebel spies came in and slaughter two generals right in their beds. They say sometimes at night they still roam these halls plotting their revenge." You saw Sara's eyes widen at the tale, as the girl was definitely afraid of the supernatural. "Well on that note, I'll leave you all to it. Make yourselves at home, and if you need anything we're right next door. I'll be back in the morning to make everyone breakfast." There were a round of goodnights and a bunch of thank-yous before she added. "Oh, there's also a Ouija board if you interested in seeing if their spirits are still here." With that, she headed out the door.

"Oh, no we are not doing that." Sara was the first to say.

"Come on babe," Jake said to her, though part of you wondered when he started using the term of endearment. "It'll be fun. It's not like this place is haunted or anything."

"Yeah, I can't see the harm in it," Brad added. "As long as no one pushes the little letter mover."

"It's a planchette, dummy," Katrina responded, swiping her hubby upside the head.

"How do you know this?"

"I know lots of things, but you never ask." Jake was already bringing out the board to play. You could see a slight hesitation in David's eyes and while you knew the entire thing was set up you weren't that keen on playing with a device used to contact the spirit world.

"Come on it'll be a good time. Now everyone put one finger on the…"

"Planchette," Kat supplied again.

"Yeah, what she said." He went and shut the lights off, leaving the room basked in the glow of the flickering candles in the room.

"I'm not so sure about this." You reiterated just to make it known that you were not in on this.

"It's fine (Y/N), you have Pasta to protect you. He's not afraid of anything. Are you?"

"What me, afraid?" He shook his head, but you still heard a slight hitch in his voice. "Never."

"Alright, let's get to it." Everyone put a finger on the cursor. "Spirit of this house, we ask you to let us know you are hear." The small wooden shape moved over to the word 'yes.'

"Somebody moved that," Krug yelled out, to which everyone answered not me. "This is fucked up."

"Ask it something else," Mel encouraged.

"Can you give us a sign?" Jake said now looking up into the room as if the spirit was somehow hovering above you. The curtains on the window, which were open, suddenly closed. Everyone gasping as they did.

Sara pulled her finger off the planchette. "I don't want to play this anymore."

"Alright which one of you assholes is pulling the cord," Pasta asked.

"How the hell are we suppose to do that when we're not even close to it," Marchand answered.

"Spirit make your presence known," Jake asked again before anyone could question anything else happening. It took a second, but then you felt a warm breeze waft into the room, a ghostly figure taking form in the reflection of the glass of the picture hanging on the wall. You gasped and pointed, taken back slightly even though you knew it was only a parlor trick. It disappeared as fast as it came.

"This isn't funny anymore," Mel told everyone in the room and you wondered if their husbands had let them in on the joke. From the look on her face that was at least not the case with Mel.

"Oh, it's harmless, here let me try." Kat chimed in. "Spirit tell us who you are?" the cursor glided across the board to the letters G-E-N-E-R-A-L. "General who?" It then moved to M-E-A-G-H-E-R. "General Meager, were you killed in the civil war?" Kat really seemed to be getting into the game even more so as it moved to yes.

Krug got in on the questions, asking, "Were you murdered here?" The planchette moved back again to yes, only this time a candle blew out with it.

"Maybe we shouldn't be doing this, guys. I think we're scaring the girls here." Pasta said a slight tremble in his voice.

"You aren't scared are you Pasta?" Jake teased. The word 'NO' came out much sharper than intended. "Give us another sign." The lights to the room went on and off several times, and you knew Jake had to be controlling it with some remote.

There were more questions, which were met with moves of the cursor answering them. Of course, Marchand had to ask another question to have something spooky happen. "Were you secretly a spy?" The cursor moved quickly up to the word no and there was a loud crash in the room off to the side. Everyone screamed, well at least you girls did but even the guys gasped as the noise startled all of you.

"I think you angered it," Jake told the group.

"All right, I think we've all had enough of this little game guys." Pasta chided the men. "You're frightening the girls." You could also tell that he was scared as well. His leg hadn't stopped shaking; it was a definite sign he was nervous.

"Admit it, man, you're afraid as well." Jake taunted him. You weren't sure if it was enough to get David to admit anything, but then the candle levitated off the table; not more than an inch but it had you clutching Pasta's arm.

"Fine, this is freaking me the fuck out. Now, knock it off."

"I….we…" Jake's voice was trembling with fear. "Didn't do that."

"Fuck no man," Marchy added and suddenly the room got hot as if all the air had been sucked out of it. Torey pushed the board away, signaling an end to the game. "This isn't funny anymore."

"Turn the damn lights on Jake," David yelled, and Jake got up to turn them back on, only when he flicked the switch nothing happened. He did it about five times repeatedly and nothing happened.

"Seriously, Jake this is not funny at all." You screamed and huddled closer to David. It was then that you heard a ghostly voice moaning out in pain. The sound sent shivers up your spine. Suddenly the painting on the wall, crashed to the floor, splintering the glass in little pieces. Everyone shrieked.

"I'm not doing this; I swear to god!" Jake whimpered out completely scared now like the rest of you. Marchy and Krug echoing that they weren't involved in this either.

"I think we should leave," Sara whined, but you totally agreed.

"Oh my god," Mel gasped out, pointing over to the mirror where blood was dripping down. You had no clue what was happening but there was no way in hell you were staying at this place.

"Holy Fuck!" You heard Brad, or maybe it was Jake, yell; perhaps it was both. It was then that you felt Pasta shaking beside you. Automatically, you assumed it was from being just as afraid as all of you. That was until you heard his loud bark of laughter.

"What the?" It was your thoughts, but Debrusk was the one to give it voice.

Just then the lights came on, Pasta still laughing hysterically. He pulled a remote out of his pocket. "You fools thought that you could get me, but looks like I got you instead."

You pulled away from him and smacked him hard on the shoulder, where he mouthed out an 'ow.' "Not funny David, not funny at all."

"Oh, I beg to differ sweetheart. The looks on all of your faces are quite funny."

"Wait this whole thing was a setup?" Sara asked.

"Yes," Pasta admitted, before continuing. "These three thought they could scare me, but I turned it around on them. I told you I'm not afraid of anything." Suddenly, all the candles on the table blew out, even though the air didn't stir. "Haha, very funny guys, but the joke is over."

"I thought you did that," Jake said.

Pasta shook his head no, while everyone else looked at each other. "Maybe, you should stay someplace else for the night," David admitted, somewhat shaken by what happened. Everyone agreed and headed upstairs to go grab their things. What no one saw was the smirk on your face, for in the end, you were the one who had the upper hand on them all.

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Little Moments 🩵

To Anonymous: Thank you for your request and for following along with my "Broken Promise" story! It means so much to me 🥺 I hope you enjoy what I came up with for your request 🖤 Original Anonymous Request: "Anyway we can get a continuation to “Broken Promises” maybe just moments of The Reader, Christian and the occasional Copeland Family in their married life?"

Disclaimers: None 🙂

Divider by: @saradika-graphics

Word count: 1,697

This is the FINAL part to my Broken Promise story! There will be no more continuations or parts/chapters written for it. Any further requests I receive for this story will be deleted. I truly appreciate all the love and support my little angsty number has gotten. It makes me so happy to know that so many of you have enjoyed it 🥰

Read the original story that inspired this request here 🙂

The prequel to Broken Promise can be read here

"Rekindled" is a continuation of Broken Promise and you can read it here

I incorporated some references in this story from the previous ones 🥺 If you’ve followed along so far, see if you can spot them! 🖤

You and Christian have known each other your whole lives and now you’re married. Here’s a little glimpse into the little moments you share together…

“What time are we supposed to be there for dinner again?” Christian asked as he wrapped his arms around you from behind. You leaned your head against his chest, reveling in the embrace while putting the finishing touches on your makeup.   “6 o’clock, I believe. We can’t forget to bring their souvenirs from the honeymoon with us. I can’t wait to see everyone, especially the girls! I’ve missed them since we’ve been gone,” you explained before turning around and kissing Christian.   The two of you had just gotten back a few days prior from your tropical honeymoon after having the most beautiful wedding. Your skin was still sun kissed and both of you were still glowing with happiness. If there was a way to stop time and remain in the newlywed phase you’re currently in, you would definitely do it!   You sat next to your nieces at the dinner table catching up on all the latest and greatest going on in their world. They told you stories about school, the new toys they had gotten, and they made you promise that you and Uncle Christian wouldn’t go on another honeymoon and leave for a long time again! Christian and Adam were lost in conversation about hockey and wrestling while you helped Beth clear the table.   “Marriage looks good on you and Christian. I’m so happy for the both of you! Now, tell me all about the honeymoon! Feel free to leave out the more intimate details,” Beth complimented. You couldn’t help but chuckle at her last remark!

Christian was running late getting home after his workout at the gym. It wasn’t like him to be so far behind, and it certainly wasn’t doing anything for your nerves. You pulled out your phone and sent your husband a text:  Wifey: Hey, just checking in and making sure you’re okay. I miss you…

 ••• Hubby: I miss you too baby! Had to make a quick stop on my way home. Be there in a few.

“What’s in the bag?” you asked curiously as Christian sat it down on the kitchen counter. He playfully swatted your hand away when you tried to open it and you gave him your best pouty face. “Don’t give me that look,” he begged.   “I wanted to surprise you with a little treat. I know you just started your period, so I thought some ice cream would help,”   Christian pulled your sundae from the bag first making your eyes light up when you saw what it was! You could blame the sudden tears that pricked your eyes from the hormones that were out of whack due to your period, but really you were so moved by Christian and his attention to detail.   “You remembered my favorite toppings! I figured you blocked them out after you nearly threw up over my choices as a kid,” you teased.   “How could I forget? It’s not every day someone orders gummy bears, sprinkles, cookie pieces and chocolate syrup on their ice cream. You’ve always been a weirdo, you know that?” Christian teased back.   “Yeah, but I’ve always been your weirdo, and this ring on my finger says you’re stuck with this weirdo forever!”

“Seriously, how old are you guys now? I feel like we’re kids back at mom’s house again! How do I keep finding myself in the middle of your stupid little arguments?” you sighed as you stood in between your brother and Christian. “Stop being dummies or else this time I’ll kick both of you in the shins!”   The 3 of you broke out in laughter when the memory of you as a young girl said the same thing to Adam and Christian when you were kids. The tension between your brother and husband quickly dissipated and they ended up apologizing to each other after they talked through their disagreement.   “You’ve always been wise beyond your years, sis. Thanks for keeping us knuckleheads in check all these years. I’m pretty sure you saved our friendship more than once since we’ve known each other,” Adam’s sentimental moment was cut short when you lightly kicked him in the shin even though him and Christian had already made up.

 “Ow! What was that for?!” he asked while rubbing his leg. “Sorry big bro, Christian is my husband now. He gets automatic immunity from my shin kicks.” You chuckled to yourself as you walked out of the room, leaving the two boys behind.   “She’s the most beautiful little spitfire, isn’t she?” Christian said admirably as he smiled and followed you.

It took several months of planning, but the big family vacation you had been looking forward to for so long was finally here! There was 7 of you traveling between Adam, Beth and your nieces, your mom, and you and Christian. You had rented a beach house big enough to fit all of you, complete with a game room and a private pool. The sound of the waves crashing onto the sand could be heard from every balcony or open window, and you knew the views were going to be stunning no matter the time of day. Once everyone was settled into their rooms, the 7 of you headed to the beach for a little stroll before going to dinner. You and Christian walked hand in hand along the shoreline, Adam and Beth had stopped to take a couple pictures, and your mom and nieces were ahead of all of you digging through the sand for seashells. When you looked up at Christian, you could tell he was lost in thought.

“What are you thinking about baby? Everything okay?” you asked softly. Christian shook his head as if it would snap him back into the present moment, and what he spoke next made your heart melt, “Everything is great, wonderful actually. I was just thinking about how grateful I am to be here with everyone. I hate that it took so long for you and I to make our way back to each other, but I’m just so damn lucky that you gave me another chance.”

The week at the beach went by all too fast, but you made memories with your family that will stay with you forever. Every day was filled with endless laughter and so much love! From chasing seagulls and playing in the sand with your nieces, to having a date night with Christian, Adam, and Beth while your mom watched the girls, to taking family pictures with everyone at sunset on the beach, this was one vacation for the history books!

You and Christian just had your first fight as a married couple. Sure, you’ve had arguments and little spats over the years, but this one felt different. You weren’t kids anymore and couldn’t tell him to “stop being a dummy” like you used to. Now you had to talk and apologize to move past it. Both of you took some time to cool off so neither of you would say something you would regret later on. You chose the bedroom and stayed in there for about an hour while Christian went to his office. As you thought over the things you were fighting about, your need to be right dissolved and you began to see things a little more clearly. During your time in the bedroom, you went to your closet and started to look for an old storage box and smiled once you found it. Inside the box held old mementos from your childhood. Pictures, trinkets, old cards, and other keepsakes that you had collected and held on to from Christian. You pulled his old Sting wrestling figure from the box and read over the note that was still taped to his chest that Christian wrote to you after you broke your wrist as a kid,

To Y/N,

You better be more careful next time! I’m letting you borrow Sting, but I want him back the minute your wrist is healed.

-Christian

P.S.- I’m glad you’re okay. Can’t wait to sign your cast.

You couldn’t help but to chuckle at how authentically Christian his words were in the note. Brash with a hint of sweetness! An idea came to mind about how you can break the ice with him and apologize for your part of the argument.

“Come in,” Christian called out after you knocked on his office door. You didn’t step inside, you only held out your arm as you stood behind the door with the Sting wrestling figure in your hand. When Christian didn’t notice your arm, he told you to come in again as he spun around in his chair. “Oh, what’s that?” he asked. When you finally stepped into the room fully, you handed the wrestling figure to him so he could get a better look. “Wow, I didn’t know you still had this! Weren’t you supposed to give this back to me once your wrist healed? I think it’s been healed for a while now,” he teased with a smile on his face. “You even have the note still!”

“Yes, I do but this one is different. Open it up and read it,” you suggested. With an eyebrow raised, Christian pulled the note off Sting’s chest and read over the words you wrote to him,

To Christian,

I’m sorry for earlier. Here’s a peace offering, your Sting wrestling figure. I want him back after we kiss and make up though.

-Your wife,

Y/N

P.S.- I’m glad you’re my husband. I love you so much!

Christian sat the wrestling figure and note on his desk and opened his arms to you. His embrace was warm and comforting and everything you needed in that moment. He kissed the top of your head and murmured against your hair, “I’m sorry too, baby. Forgive me?” You nodded your head yes and he squeezed you tighter. “So um, now that we made up, how about that kiss?”

“Not so fast, sir! We still need to talk about it, but I’ll allow a kiss on one condition,”

“And what’s that?” Christian asked curiously.

You snaked your arms around Christian and picked up the wrestling figure, “Give me back Sting!”

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jiminthestreets-bonesinthesheets · 4 years

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Love Undercover - Ch 2

Title: Love Undercover

Fandom: CSI: Las Vegas

Pairing: Greg Sanders x Nick Stokes

Rating: Mature

Summary: In part one of this series, Nick and Greg get sent on a special undercover mission by Grissom and Brass, an undercover mission as a couple at an all exclusive couples resort. Their mission is to find their targets and keep them safe while maintaining the illusion that they are a happily married couple, but they may end up finding more then they bargained for while at Lovers Lane Resort.

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They pulled into the resort shortly after six that night. Nick parked the car in the fairly empty lot and turned to Greg. "You wanna check us in? I'll grab the bags and meet you inside."

"Sure thing," Greg nodded, then took a breath, "you, uh, you ready for this?"

"Yeah, man, we got this."

Greg just nodded again as Nick pat his shoulder with a smile and said, "I'll meet you inside, hubby," and got out of the car to grab the bags.

Greg took another few seconds inside the car to calm his shaking limbs, then grabbed the file folder Grissom had given them before they left. Inside, he pulled out his new drivers license that now read 'Greg Stokes' and the receipt proving payment for the resort.

When he walked inside the small log cabin that was being used as their reception area, he was greeted by an older lady with a friendly smile. "Welcome to Lovers Lane Resort, are you checking in?"

"Yes," he smiled back at her and stepped up to the desk, "we are."

"Do you have your receipt and some photo ID? I'll need your partner's ID as well."

He handed her both items and gestured towards the door, "He's just grabbing the bags, should be in soon."

"That's not a problem, love, I'll start the process while we wait for him."

And as if on cue Nick walked inside carrying all of their bags and stepped up beside Greg. He placed the bags on the floor by his feet and smiled at the lady behind the desk, "Hi there, Ma'am."

"Hello, and welcome!" She turned from the computer for a moment to return Nick's smile, "I have your partner's ID, but may I borrow yours for a moment?"

He popped his licence out of his wallet and handed it to her, and she placed it on her desk beside Greg's, "How long have you two been married?"

Greg found himself still a bit unstable and unable to answer, but Nick swooped in smoothly and calmly, surprising Greg as he placed a hand on his waist and said, "One wonderful year! It's our anniversary this weekend."

"Oh, congratulations!" She clapped her hands together, "You two make a lovely couple! And I'm sure you'll both have a wonderful time here for your anniversary. We have lots of great activities planned, you'll love it."

"We've been looking forward to it for months now, can't wait to see what you've got in store."

Greg turned his attention to Nick, in awe of how easily he slipped into this role when he felt like he was going to explode any second. But as much as he was loving this already, the closeness of Nick, his arm around him, hand on his waist, he had to take a second to remind himself not to get too caught up. This was not reality and could never be.

"Alright then," the lady said, snapping him out of his thoughts, "here's your ID back, and Tyler over there will show you two lovely gentlemen to your cabin. It's your home here for the next three weeks, so make yourselves comfortable. Dinner will be served to you tonight in your cabin, and breakfast every morning, but starting tomorrow, lunch and dinner will be served in our great Hall for all couples. An itinerary has been left in your room, so feel free to attend any of the activities that are scheduled, other than that you are free to use what the facility has to offer at any time. And should you need anything else just pick up the bedside phone and it will dial directly to the front desk. Enjoy your first night gentlemen."

"Thanks a lot," was all Greg could manage at the moment as they turned from the desk.

Nick bent down to grab the bags but Tyler stepped in and took them instead telling them to follow him to their cabin. As he walked out the door Greg made to follow him but stopped when Nick gave his arm a pat. He turned back to look at him and Nick just held a hand out towards him. He stared at it for a moment in question before he realized Nick wanted him to hold his hand.

He took it and Nick pulled him close to his side as they followed Tyler towards the cabins. It was great, being pulled into Nick's side and holding hands as they walked in the night, but again Greg was hit in the gut by the heart wrenching reminder that this was all fake. Just a show for the lady at the desk and now Tyler. Once the door closed behind them, it would go back to normal.

They walked for about five minutes before Tyler walked up the porch steps of one of the cabins and opened the door, "And this is your new home for the next three weeks."

They walked inside and both were actually stunned at how nice it was inside. There was a sitting area with a coffee table, couch, and recliner. A small kitchen area at the back, though if they were being fed they were both sure they wouldn't use it much. To the right of the sitting area was the bedroom, and from what they could see from the front door, it had a pretty sizable bed. There was also a fireplace, a welcome basket with wine and cheese on the coffee table, and the whole place gave off a very homey feel that warmed both boys.

"Here's your key," Tyler turned and handed the key to Nick, "there's water and a few other drinks in the fridge, some snacks as well, and ice in the freezer. Bathroom is through the bedroom. Feel free to use the fireplace whenever you like, and if you need anything else, just pick up the phone."

"Thanks man," Nick said as he let go of Greg's hand and walked Tyler to the door.

With the comforting warmth of Nick's hand in his gone, Greg slowly wandered towards the bedroom and stopped dead in the doorway. He knew this was coming, but now that it was right in front of him, he didn't quite know how to handle it.

"How do you wanna handle this?" He asked as Nick came to stand beside him.

"I'm okay with sharing." Greg turned a quick glance to him. "Unless you don't feel comfortable with that. I can take the couch."

"No! No, it's fine," he said, maybe a little too quickly, "we can share the bed. It's fine."

"Alright then," Nick smiled then walked past him with a few bags and grabbed some clothes, "I'm gunna take a shower and get comfortable before they bring us food. I think the tv in the living room has Netflix, if you wanna pick a movie to watch together?"

"Sure, I can do that."

"Okay, I'll be ten minutes."

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Greg sat on the oversized, though very comfortable couch, and spent the entire time Nick was in the shower searching through Netflix. He wasn't sure what to watch, or what Nick would want to watch. Car chase? Some kind of action? Horror? Thriller? He was getting a headache.

He turned when the bedroom door opened and Nick walked out, and he had to actually force his mouth closed to stop himself from drooling. Nick walked out in nothing but loose pj pants hanging dangerously low on his hips, no shirt, hair still wet and messy from the shower, water droplets slowly trailing over his toned chest-

"Greg!" Nick waved in front of his dazed eyes and he shook his head.

"Sorry, what?"

Nick chuckled, "Like what you see?"

"I…" Nick was clearly pleased with how fast Greg had gone beat red at the statement as he continued to stutter, "I… no… I just…"

Nick couldn't help but laugh and think it was cute as Greg quickly turned around in his seat and brought his attention back to the tv, lifting the remote. "I can't find anything to watch. And I just wasn't expecting you to come out of the shower half naked, that's all."

He laughed again and moved to sit next to Greg, leaving some space between them. "I said I was getting comfortable. You should change too."

"I… fine, I'll be back in a second. Find something to watch."

And Greg left for the bedroom.

Nick took up the remote and started flipping through. He wasn't sure what Greg would like, but maybe something sweet? A romantic movie maybe? He still wasn't sure if Greg had any feelings for him, but the way he looked at him when he came out of the shower was certainly a confidence booster. And maybe, just maybe, there might be a smidge of something there? Maybe this resort could be just what Nick needed to get some sort of answers about Greg. About whether or not they could have a chance.

Greg came back then in the same attire as Nick. Low hanging pj pants and no shirt. Nick turned and he too admired Greg, who certainly didn't miss taking his chance to get in a little teasing of his own.

As soon as Greg walked out of the bedroom and saw the way Nick was ogling him over the couch, he shook his head with a smirk and decided what the hell, he might as well take advantage of this while he could, while they had the three weeks together. Even if it was pretend, the way Nick was staring at him definitely wasn't.

So in a moment of bravery he asked smugly, "Like what you see?" And turned slightly to show his toned back.

It took all of Nick's effort not to jump him right then and there, but instead plastered on a smirk and answered back in a husky voice, "I most certainly do, cowboy."

And when he wiggled his eyebrows that was all it took to get Greg turning red again and shyly returning to his spot beside Nick.

"Did you pick a movie yet? I didn't know if you'd wanna watch action, or horror, or thriller."

"What about a romance?"

Greg raised his brows and turned to face Nick, "Didn't think you were into romantic movies."

"Oh, Greg," he smirked and pushed play on a movie, "I love a good romance, I'm quite a romantic myself actually, and maybe I'll show you just how much while we're on this retreat."

"Right," Greg nodded, and Nick noticed how his smile suddenly fell as he turned back to the tv, "gotta make it look good."

Nick frowned. That wasn't what he meant, and why had playful Greg suddenly turned back into all business Greg. Nick was sure that getting answers about him and Greg would be hard, but if he was going to keep randomly closing himself off like that, it was going to be harder than he thought. But he was still going to try.

A knock on the door came shortly after they started the movie, and Nick got up to answer it. Tyler handed him a covered tray and left quickly. Nick walked back inside and placed the tray on the table between them, revealing homemade pizza, and they ate and watched the movie quietly.

About halfway through the movie, pizza devoured, Nick risked a glance over at Greg and chuckled. He was falling asleep, head nodding and falling to the side as his body tried to get comfortable. After watching for a moment Nick took pity and shifted closer, pulling the almost sleeping Greg to lay his head on his shoulder.

Greg startled awake at the feeling of falling over, pushing away from Nick, eyes still pretty much closed. "You're alright," he hushed, pulling him back down, "go back to sleep, we had a long drive today." Greg nodded slowly and let Nick guide him to lay on his shoulder with an arm wrapped around him, and Nick went back to watching the movie.

Greg slept through the rest of the movie, curled up against Nick's side. And though Nick really didn't want to move, he turned off the tv and stood lifting Greg into his arms. He carried him bridal towards the bedroom, smiling when Greg wrapped his arms around his neck in his sleep. He placed him softly on the bed, pulled the blankets over him, and slid in on the other side.

He rolled to his side and watched Greg for a few minutes, so peaceful in his sleep, the sight of perfection. He wanted to touch, to reach out and pull him in, but whether or not there were feelings on Greg's side, he was obviously very nervous about their closeness. So as much as he wanted to, he also didn't want to scare Greg. So for now, he'd have to just settle for looking until he fell asleep.

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iwillgiveyoumyhappiness · 5 years

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김원필, Kim Wonpil

anonymous asked:

List #2 , 11 and 13 with wonpil from day6 x

Group: DAY6 (데이식스)

Member: Wonpil

Prompts: “Don’t you dare throw that snowball—Damn it!”, “Kiss me”.

(A/N): Read this while listening to Goodbye Winter by DAY6. It’s hecka aesthetic and kinda adds a deeper feeling to it, I think.

You tapped your foot to the beat of the song you were listening to, softly humming along. It had always been somewhat therapeutic to listen to music while you cooked.

Especially during dinner time. It was dark, chilly, quiet and a little lonely without Wonpil there to cling to your side and pester you about what you were making.

You thought he’d been working too hard recently. Too many hours spent at the company and not enough resting. You thought he might’ve felt a bit of pressure on himself. He was the only member of the group with a girlfriend, so he felt like he had to work harder than everyone else.

Why, you weren’t sure. Probably so that people wouldn’t doubt his ability to have the best of both worlds. But little did he know, it was still making both sides of his life suffer.

His work-life suffered because sometimes he was so exhausted and out of it, he couldn’t tell a sharp from a flat. His love-life suffered because he didn’t know yet how to balance well between his responsibilities.

Sometimes, he was so touchy, always wanting to be with you, but then, like a child being scolded, one thing went slightly awry and he would push himself away from you.

Did he feel guilty for falling for you? Did he feel guilty for trying to be both performer and lover?

You sighed, pausing your rhythmic stirring. “Love isn’t a sin, baby,” you whispered, as if he could miraculously hear you.

Your music was interrupted by a text notification. Switching the stove off and wiping your hands on your jeans, you checked it.

From: Future Husband (Pencil)

Can you come over and walk home with me...?

I only have about half an hour left.

You smiled at the text. He still thought about you, despite how tired he’d been.

‘Well, I’m actually making dinner...’ you typed your reply. ‘But I’ll make an exception for you, ‘cause you’re cute.’

You slipped on your shoes and a thick jacket, trekking out into the cold winter night. You shuddered as soon as you stepped out, a snowflake drifting down onto your nose.

“I should’ve grabbed gloves,” you muttered. You shrugged it off, locking the door behind you and burrowing your already cold hands into your lined pockets.

Sungjin clapped his hands, gaining everyone’s attention. “I think we can finish up for the night,” he said. He gave them all a thumbs up and a smile. “You all did well!”

Brian playfully rolled his eyes. “You’re like the dad that’s trying too hard to fit in with his kids.”

“I am not!”

Jae chimed in while he packed away his guitar, “You kinda are, Bob.”

Wonpil ignored their bickering, focusing on folding away his keyboard, though he was rushing a little.

“Why’re you in such a hurry?” Dowoon chuckled.

He wrapped up the cord, tossing it into the closet. “I just have somewhere to be, is all,” he answered cryptically.

The youngest thought for a moment before an epiphany occurred, like a light-bulb getting switched on. “Your wife’s picking you up!”

This got everyone’s attention.

“Ohhh,” Jae started mischievously, “the wifey’s coming to pick up the hubby!” His tone was teasing and sent blood rushing straight to Wonpil’s ears, which is what the older boy wanted, of course. “How domestic.”

“She’s not my wife...” Wonpil grumbled.

Brian snickered. “But you wish she was!” he sang.

“Leave him alone,” Sungjin sighed, smacking his shoulder. He gave the pianist a soft smile. “Go meet your girl. She’s probably waiting.”

He nodded, grateful to their leader. “Will do.” He mouthed a short ‘thanks’ as he breezed past.

You stared up at the night sky, snowflakes falling onto your cheeks and then melting. “Not many stars tonight,” you mused. You kept glancing toward the doors of the company, hoping he’d come out soon. Your fingernails were blue. “I really should’ve brought gloves.”

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you spotted a familiar mop of floppy hair.

“Wonpil!” you called, a grin spreading across your features.

He turned to you, smiling just as brightly. “Baby!” he giggled, jogging up to you and pulling you into a hug. “Thanks for coming,” he whispered.

“Of course,” you said. You started wrapping your arms around him in return, but he yelped and jerked away before you could fully reach. You stared at him with wide eyes. “Babe? Are you okay?”

His jaw was left hanging open. “Your hands are freezing!” he gaped.

You stared down at your hands. “Oh, yeah,” you sighed. You shrugged, flashing him a smile. “I did it on purpose.” He gave you a questioning look. “So that way, you’d have no choice but to hold my hand!” You held your shivering hands out to him.

His expression dropped a little as he wrapped you in his warmth.

“Hey,” you started, trying to read the message within his eyes, “you okay?”

He shook his head solemnly. “I’m sorry I made you come out here in the snow for me. It was selfish.”

You almost snorted. “What are you even talking about?”

He looked up at you, sad puppy eyes and all. “You’re freezing because of me.”

“Because of me!” you laughed. “I missed you so much, I didn’t even grab a freakin’ pair of gloves!” You took back control of your fingers, tickling his sides and making him giggle and try to wrestle away from you. “I was too desperate to see my man, so I have no one to blame but myself.”

His cheeks were painted a lovely shade of red. You couldn’t tell if it was because of the chilly air or the praise. “I’m glad that you missed me,” he finally said. “I missed you, too.” He frowned. “I still feel bad, though...”

You sighed, trying to think of a way to cheer him up. A snowflake falling against your palm gave you a genius idea. You crouched to the ground, gathering up fluffy whiteness into your ice-cold hands.

He furrowed his brow. “What are you doing...?” he trailed off, eyes widening in realization. “Don’t you dare throw that snowball—” Too late. “Damn it!”

You laughed hysterically, slapping your hands against your thighs. “Your face!” you chortled, body threatening to topple over. “Oh my gosh, that was priceless!”

He huffed childishly, a pout on his lips. “You better run,” he said, “because I’m not gonna go easy on you!”

Suddenly, it was a chase.

A chase through Seoul in the middle of the night, the snow crunching under your feet and your laughter and hushed screaming echoing through the streets. Neither of you seemed to really care if you awoke the entire city.

After some time, he caught you in a back hug, throwing you both off-balance and tossing you into a giggling mess on a snow drift.

You both listened to each other’s laughing die off, just staring into each other’s eyes. So full of life and promise.

You took a deep breath, leaning your foreheads against each other. “I want to marry you one day,” he whispered with a chuckle. “But how am I supposed to do that when I can barely handle your spirit as my girlfriend?”

You gave him a soft kiss on his jaw. “We’ll both work hard, I guess.” You heard him mumble something. “What was that?” you asked.

“Kiss me,” he said again, louder. “For real.”

You chuckled at his antics. “Fine, then.”

So, in the snow, under the street lights, you shared a gentle kiss with the person you loved, feeling warmth spread through both of your bodies, like a promise to stay together for a long, long time that went straight down to you bones.

Was it just you, or did the stars seem to shine more brightly?

I am: soft.

Thanks for this, Anon. I felt massive gentle feels, and I’m grateful for it.

Feel free to stop by anytime!

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deafseries · 5 years

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Diamonds pt.3

part one, part two, part three, part four

tw: character death

This wasn’t the first time it had happened.

Al and Alfred caught up in the throes of passion, and Al whimpering out a name that distinctly wasn’t his. Most of the time, Alfred elected to ignore it. Move on, not think about it too hard. Of course Al loved him. Why wouldn’t she? It was just the sex.

But this time, it stuck with him, echoing around his head in the pale darkness of their room. Gently, he rubbed his eyes and looked over to his wife sleeping soundly beside him. The slope of her bare shoulders, the way that her hand clung on the sheets, the gentle rise and fall of her breath.

Alfred loved her more than anything in the world. Which is why he let her romp around with Arthur. He wanted her to be happy- he understood what it was like to get tired in a relationship. He just hoped she’d grow bored of Arthur eventually and come back to him- all the way.

Thinking about the Englishman made his stomach turn. His stupid smirk, the way he looked at Alfred like he was a chump.

And maybe he was.

Easily, Arthur could take Al from him. He was everything Alfred wasn’t- rich, smooth, uncaring. Alfred had seen his wife swoon from the first time that she met him. It hurt his heart to think about it too much.

Alfred sat up and shifted out of bed, stretching his hands over his head.

“Where are you going?” Al stirred from her sleep, voice made groggy. Alfred smiled and leaned down, kissing her on the forehead gently. “For a drive. I’ll be back soon.”

“M’kay…” She muttered and laid her head back on the pillow, her hair a halo around her head.

Alfred moved quietly through the room, pulling on clothes and a jacket, careful not to wake Al. He hesitated before leaving the bedroom, eyes drawn to the nightstand. He stared at it for a moment, the drawer welcoming him, almost beckoning him. Slowly, he moved over and pulled out the pistol from the top drawer and slid it into his jacket pocket.

Just in case.

The drive to the Kirkland estate was quiet. In the car at least- no radio played to distract Alfred, no talking to himself and rehearsing what he was going to say so that it landed on Arthur’s ears more comfortably.

Outside, people bustled, on their commute home to their loving husbands and wives who weren’t sleeping with millionaires. Or out on the town, grabbing family dinner or taking strolls down the boardwalk like Alfred and Alexa used to. It was only eight pm.

In order to get into the Kirkland estate, you had to be buzzed in so that the gate would unlock for you. Alfred buzzed in with an

“Hey, Arthur. It’s Alfred. We need to talk.”

Nothing was said from the other line, but the gates opened for him. Not the first time, Alfred made the lone drive up to the manor. When he finally got close to the house, he sat in the car for a minute or so, evening out his breath. Arthur was going to listen to him, if he liked it or not.

The door inside was purposefully left unlocked for him, and Alfred stepped into the air conditioned front room, which lead into a living room off to the side.

There was a glass door, and Alfred could see Arthur waiting there, two glasses of wine set out on the table.

They made eye contact.

Feeling almost like a machine to be piloted, Alfred walked into the living room and sat down on the couch across from Arthur.

“...To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?” Arthur asked, folding his hands in his lap. Alfred did not miss the smug expression on his face. He swallowed thickly.

“I need you to stop sleeping with my wife.”

Alfred was no english major, and in Arthur’s presence, the words sounded clunky and downright crude. But Arthur didn’t seem to take much notice to the articulation of the sentence- just the content.

“Mr. Jones, I appreciate the idea that I made the decision in Alexa and I’s relationship, but if you’ll recall, she was the one that first approached me.”

Alfred lips pressed into a thin, nervous line.

“But you encouraged it. I just..you need to tell her that you can’t do it anymore.”

“Why should I?” Arthur snorted. “Why can’t you tell her to be faithful?”

That hurt like a shot of ice through Alfred’s veins. He tried not to lash out.

“She is faithful. If I tell her to stop she’ll...I don’t want her to think I’m trying to control her.”

Arthur leaned back in his chair, making an effort to check his watch like he had more important things to do.

“Sounds like you two have an unhealthy marriage. Really, Mr. Jones, one of these days Alexa is going to leave you. What can you give her that I can’t?”

Alfred was getting more and more upset by every word Arthur spoke. The pistol burned like a hot iron in his pocket.

“You only want her for sex.”

Arthur rolled his eyes. “Even if that was true, it’s much better sex then you can give her. What is it? Dinner at six, and missionary position for fifteen minutes before blow your load? Her having to get herself off in the bathroom? Give me a break.”

The pistol was out of his pocket before he realized it.

He was standing. The table still between them, yes, but the muzzle pressed square in the middle of Arthur’s forehead. Neither of them spoke, but Alfred breathed hard.

“Shut up.” He hissed, teeth clenched together.

“Or what? You’ll shoot me?” Arthur seemed unfazed by this, but his hands still clenched in his lap.

“Yes.”

It was like Arthur didn’t hear him, “All because you can’t accept Alexa might like someone more than you? Face it, Alfred. She’s going to get bored of the dummy hubby routine one day, and-”

The shot rang through the house.

Just for a moment, everything was silent. The birds outside and the wind blowing through the trees, the soft buzz of the air conditioning. Silence.

It all rushed back to him when Arthur’s head slumped to the side. His eyes open and unseeing, his mouth open with a sentence he’d never finish. Blood ran down his face from his forehead, between his eyes and over his nose. The same red had now dyed the back of the chair he’d been sitting in, once a light brown was now a dark, muddy color.

The pistol weighed heavy in his hand. Moving slowly, like in a dream, he placed the pistol on the table. The weight of the murder weapon was replaced with his phone. It rang monotonously in his ear.

“What’s up, baby?” Alexa’s voice still hung onto that tiredness, but was clearer than before. She had been awake.

“I did something bad.”

Al’s silence was louder than anything in the world, louder than the shot that killed Arthur, louder than the slow mechanical turn of the Earth on its axis.

“I know. I heard you take the gun.”

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