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✨Wedding Crasher✨

Iso x fem!reader

Part 7

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7 - part 8

words: 5200

Warnings (will be copy pasted in all the chapters, the ones with nsfw of course are going to have a clear marker.) : mentions of toxic relationship, foul language/terms and nsfw.

⚠️NSFW⚠️

(I'll leave a marker in the chapter for those who want to skip it)

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The next day you were scared that there would be some awkwardness or something seeing how the evening before went; but there was none at all. Hell, when you woke up that morning-you saw him sitting on the balcony with a cup of coffee in his hand in a second one still steaming hot on the table. You slowly got out of bed, heading to the sliding door and opening the screen so you could go out on the balcony.

You had one of those rooms that was facing the beach, so the morning sunrise was beautiful. While Iso was still waking up, enjoying the morning peace, you took a seat beside him and took the second cup of coffee, taking a quick sip at it while you also relaxed in the seat.

There was silence between the two for the first few minutes, the two just letting the caffeine do its work to wake you both up in the peaceful atmosphere of the morning. Birds started to chirp at some point when the sun was starting to rise a bit higher and that's when you decided to stretch a bit.

Iso looked your way, just quietly observing you for a moment. "I don't think the humidity pairs well with your hair." He finally said as he sipped his coffee with a small smirk. You barely patted your head a bit to realize it definitely felt a bit frizzy. It may have also been from not washing it properly the night before and with the salt of the water it could have frizzed it up a bit, but right now you didn't really give a crap.

"meh- I'll brush it then braid it. Problem solved." You mumbled out with a shrug, not really giving a crap about your hair. At least in a braid no one would be able to tell and it would also probably help from getting it too frizzy. He hummed, nodding a bit. And then the two of you finally got up; getting some sun clothes on and ready to get on with the day.

"so, what would you like to do? The resort has a lot of activities to offer." Iso started to say as he put on a shirt-you just came out of the bathroom in a sundress. "I don't know what they're offering; any suggestions?" You asked him before stretching again, fully waking up. "Hmmm... We could get breakfast at the buffet and then if you want, there's a few little sport courts we could go to? I know they have a mini put, a tennis Court and a beach volleyball court."

"uhmmm... Honestly I think I'll let you pick. I'm pretty impartial to all three." You said with a small hum-and he nodded. "Then I guess we can just eat first and decide after." He said, this time he was the one to carry the beach bag in case they did to go to the beach. The two of you ate your fair share at the buffet; the fresh fruit here honestly was amazing.

And after breakfast he decided for beach volleyball, heading over towards the beach a bit further off from where you were yesterday. The bag was dropped off nearby before getting a ball from one of the beach bars-they kept the balls just in case people tried to steal them. And then we headed to the court. Today you were wearing a bikini; which you were just realizing was maybe not the best choice considering beach volleyball.

"I hope you're ready to lose~" Iso called out from the other side of the Court as you two were going to do a 1v1. "Right-I actually was in the volleyball sports team at my school for two years, so I hope you are ready to lose!" you taunted right back to him. "Oh so we have Missy professional over there? All right-" he said with a chuckle-serving up the ball.

You were quick to be able to reception it right back but it gave him a chance to smash it down. You barely caught it with your foot and it surprisingly bounced to the other side of the net-and you tried to reposition before he would pull another smash off. The friendly competition went on for a couple of rounds-until you tried to reception one of his smashes forgetting you were wearing a bikini. You dived to the Sand hands outstretched as you were ready to hit it with your forearms-just making contact with the sand.

But the slide pulled down the bikini and before you realized it your chest was just completely bare, in the sand. "Oh fuck-time out, time out!" You immediately called out-knowing you need a second at least pull it back up so that you wouldn't Flash the entire Beach. The only problem was the only way to do it at the moment meant you would have sand filling the entire cups of the damn bikini.

Iso looked at you in a bit of confusion. He couldn't really see what happened seeing as you were laying on your stomach in the sand. "What happened? Are you okay?" He said before walking over to you with the ball tucked under his arm. "Slight wardrobe mishap -my tits are literally in the sand. The bikini is under them. If I get up the entire world sees my tits." You said bluntly-just lifting your head up but being careful not to lift up your chest. He burst it out laughing-the scene a little bit ridiculous.

But he did go to the beach bag and grab you a towel, croutching in front of you. He held it in a way so that it would kind of wrap around your shoulders but from the front. "All right, if you get up it should keep you covered and you won't have to pull the bikini back up with half a ton of sand." He said as he had a smirk on his face and was still chuckling.

You slowly got out of the sand, now kneeling down while he held the towel up to keep you covered as you placed all your bits back in place and got most of the sand out. There was still a little bit left but it wasn't too bad. "All right everything is back in place-but I think I'll take a quick swim to get the rest of the sand out-" you said as the towel got removed. He hummed- going to put it back in the beach bag. He also took care of bringing the ball back towards the bar since You two were now going to go for a swim instead.

The two of you took a casual swim-going out a bit further with the waves wouldn't be an issue and there wouldn't be a ton of people crowded around. You could still walk but the water was up to your chest. It still allowed you a moment to try to get the rest of the sand out, shaking the bathing suit top around a bit, your hands going in a few times just to try to get whatever was left out.

And of course Iso just stared shamelessly as you were essentially fondling your own chest. You didn't really notice it, focused on your own comfort. Once you were done he was quick to move his eyes away to something else, deciding to just look towards the beach and act casual. The rest of the day it was spent pretty much just lazing at the beach and going to eat- with no further incidents going towards the wardrobe.

That evening after eating at the restaurant; this time trying a Brazilian one to which you declared your favorite- Iso suggested something you didn't really expect. "Want to take a walk on the beach? Enjoy the few last days of sun and just... Relax a bit." He suggested. At this point you had already put back on the cover up clothes; you were wearing your sundress and he was wearing his T-shirt. "Sure. Could be nice." You hummed out.

So the two of you walked along the shore-the waves crashing at your ankles as you took your walk-enjoying the evening salty breeze of the ocean. The beach was much less crowded now that there was less Sun-only a couple of people were still enjoying the last rays with a cocktail in one hand, drunkenly talking to other people at the same time. At some point a couple of young adults called out to us while we were walking, asking if we wanted to hang out with them while they held their alcoholic beverages out.

Instead of just politely saying no- Iso took your hand and simply shook his head in their way, continuing to walk while his fingers interlaced with yours. You didn't mention it, your cheeks going a little bit pink at the gesture. "The sunset is really pretty -" you said, trying to keep your attention off his hand holding yours.

Iso hummed- his hand squeezing yours slightly. Your stomach had butterflies while you tried to keep your cool over the smallest gesture. The two of you walked in silence for a couple more minutes before he spoke up. "So... Last night..." He finally said, his voice both soft but also somewhat a bit cautious as he started to get on the subject.

"you said that if you didn't want me touching you you would have said so..." he started to say, keeping his voice calm and steady as he spoke. The butterflies in your stomach were going a little wild as you were starting to wonder if he caught on to that little hint You dropped. "Yeah-?" You decided not to give a specific answer, letting him speak instead.

"... Well does that mean you... You would have said yes if we didn't drink?" He asked, this time turning his head your way as he waited for your answer. You hesitated when it came to answer; as much as you just wanted to shamelessly say yes, it was still nagging at you that the whole situation with Aurelia was still somewhat fresh. You didn't know if it was really the time or a good idea.

But at the same time you didn't want to be dishonest. You were taking a couple of seconds to answer and he was getting a bit antsy-you could feel it with how his hand twitched just slightly. You took a deep breath before deciding to go with the truth. "Honestly? Yes. But I guess with that whole situation you had just 2 weeks ago... It's kind of blocking me mentally. And-"

You paused. If you went with the full truth that would just out your entire feelings and just how long you actually liked him. But at this point he already probably caught on the fact that you did like him-which would probably lead to knowing it probably was a while since he had been dating someone else for a full year. You lick your lips nervously and decided to just be out with it.

"I feel like this is not the right time to talk about it but I guess I'll just say it since we're in the subject. Honestly; I caught feelings for you a while ago. I just kind of ignored it since you started dating Aurelia. I guess they all just kind of came back like a slap in the face when the whole thing was over- and I didn't really want to talk about it much cause I didn't want to be causing trouble between the two of you. And I thought I could tell you after everything but I wanted to wait a bit... Give you some time to process at all and you know..." You finally said with a small exhale-it felt liberating to be honest about how you felt, but also very stressful.

He was quiet for a few moments-as if taking in the confession and processing it himself. His hand twitched just slightly again-and you were wondering if he was getting nervous. "But- like, if anything we can just stay friends too. I can easily do it-" you tried to backtrack a bit-hoping that could use some of the nervousness.

"No... No, I..." He paused again as if he was just looking for the right words to say. "I'm just slightly frustrated you never said it before. Because I liked you a lot before dating Aurelia, and I just thought you wanted to stay friends." He said, sighing softly. "And honestly... Even if everything is still pretty fresh-part of me is already way over it. I'd say I'm probably still a bit... Anxious? Because of what she's done. But I know you're not her."

He said, as of trying to figure out his own emotions as he spoke. "I know I can trust you. You've had my back even when I practically was ignoring you. But I might still have moments of doubt after all that." He said softly, momentarily showing his vulnerability as he spoke. And you could understand fully where he was coming from after what he had lived through. You squeezed his hand slightly. "And that's why I wanted to wait a bit. To give you some time." You added softly.

He nodded- understanding exactly where you were coming from. The kind of treason he went through wasn't one you could recover within the night, and that anxious feeling that would always linger would probably stay for quite some time. "But... If you are willing to- we could..." He started to say, letting his sentence drift off of it as he spoke.

You pause, stopping in your tracks mid walk. At this point the sun was practically down, the beach just dimly lit with whatever remaining rays of sun we're still shining-but mostly starting to be lit by the moon and stars. He stops, turning towards you and wondering why you stopped. You acted a bit out of impulse-pulling him into a hug, your head going on his shoulder as you held him.

He tensed a bit; it had probably been a small while since he had a genuine hug for comfort and not for other reasons. It took him a moment to hug back- relaxing a bit. The two of you just held each other in the peace of the night settling in, the sounds of the waves hitting the shore and the crickets making a peaceful ambience. You stayed like that for a few minutes before pulling away-still holding hands as you two walked back towards the hotel.

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Back in the hotel room, the two of you were a little bit tired from the day; mostly due to the little emotional turn it took on the beach. You were ready to hit the shower and this time take a proper one-grabbing your own shower products this time. And as you were heading to go inside the bathroom; once again he also was going in there.

The two of you looked at each other for a moment-and then as if it was a mutual decision just walked in at the same time-putting pajamas on the counter before you put your own bathroom products in the shower this time. You preheated the shower again, and the two of you undress.

⚠️NSFW IS GOING TO START. ⚠️

You both walk into the shower, this time being able to wash your hair properly. You took a moment to relax under the hot water, scrubbing your scalp nicely with your shampoo before letting some conditioner sit. You then grabbed a cloth to lather up in your body wash, starting to scrub your own body. This time when you were reaching around to scrub your bottom back-Iso's hand met yours Again, gently taking the washcloth to scrub your back.

You let him do it again- he was gentle as he washed you. And then when he was done, he did a similar move as he did the day before, his hand trailing on your waist before going to your stomach. You already knew where this was going to go again. They slid up your rib cage, pausing just under your breasts, once again just waiting if it was okay or not.

You let out a soft exhale - but this time gave him a small nod. A subtle sign that it would be okay- and to which he reacted, his hands finally trailing up a bit higher. They cupped your breasts from underneath, slowly moving his fingers over your nipples. The soap remaining on his hands make them slide with ease- and a shiver ran down your spine as he massaged your breasts slightly, fingers playing with the buds. His head neared your neck- lips brushing over the sensitive skin like a ghost. This time a small, breathy moan escape your lips.

His teeth brushed against your skin before he teasingly bit down-not hard enough to hurt but just enough to make you moan. He closed the gap between your bodies- his chest pressing against your back, feeling his hardening dick against your ass. The feelings made you shiver once again- while he was taking his sweet time with you. His hands we're still playing with your nipples, gropping you while he nibbled and sucked on your neck- slowly grinding on you as he did so.

All the fantasies you imagine before in your head we're coming back-things you said you wanted to do to him if you could, different possibilities... You wondered if you should let him take the full lead or if you should also share some of the control.

You and gently free yourself from his grasp, turning around while he kept his hands hovering around your body. He leaned in-almost cautiously, his face close to yours. You could already tell what he wanted, one of your hands going to cup his cheek to pull them down for a kiss- a hot and messy one.

It was a battle of tongues and teeth, occasionally biting each other's lips while his hands roamed on you- your own hands gliding down his body, the water spraying on to you making it smooth and slippery. You felt practically every muscle under your touch- hands going from his chest to his torso, then going to his back and then back up towards his shoulder blades. You gently dragged your nails across the skin- feeling the shivers building up on his end while he pressed into the kiss a bit roughly. A low moan left his lips in the kiss, the sound almost addictive. You dragged your nails again - wanting to hear him again, to hear the low moan once more-

This time he pulled back from the kiss, eyes dark as he felt you dragging your nails down between his shoulder blades again. You leaned in and this time you were the one to start nibbling on his neck- the hands on your waist gripping you a little tighter as another low moan came out from him, a bit louder this time. You hum, lips trailing lower down his body as your hands follow along, letting your nails drag lightly onto his back and down his spine as you lowered yourself in front of him.

He would let out little gasps or low moans-watching as you got on your knees in front of him- his dick hard just from the teasing. He felt your hands run over his lower back, then his behind before going to his thighs- he was looking down at you and anticipation, one of his hands moving to your hair, fingers tangling in the strands.

You moved your head forward, tongue out as you lick the tip, watching his reaction to the teasing. He hummed in pleasure, the hand in your hair tightening its grip just slightly. His eyes were glued on you, watching as you just teased him, taunted him. "Baby... Don't tease." He finally said-the hand in your hair tugging your head forward a bit, the tip now in your mouth. Your eyes were still looking up at him, almost as if waiting for his next move. "Be a good girl and use that pretty mouth of yours well." He said, his hand pushing your head forward a bit more.

You let out a muffled moan-voluntarily moving your head further down him, feeling his dick go down your throat while your hands gripped on his thighs. Hearing him calling you a good girl was a damn turn on- now just wanting to please him rather than tease. You started to Bob your head slowly, making sure to take his entire length every time while keeping your eyes on his face at all times, watching every reaction. Hearing every moan, every muttered cuss- you I feel the heat building up at your core as you picked up the pace a bit.

"good girl... Fuck... You look beautiful..." He said breathlessly, slowly starting to lose his breath as your mouth worked on him. A muffled moan came from your throat, hands gripping his thighs again. And as he said that you didn't hesitate to take his whole length, even trying to tighten your throat a bit for him, watching as he let out a moan and his head fell back a bit-trying to thrust his hips forward slightly.

He took a moment to catch his breath a bit despite the feeling of your throat on his dick- looking back down at you lustfully. "Ah.... Do you want me to cum in your mouth?" He asked breathlessly, hand in your hair tilting your head up just slightly to look at him even though your eyes were already up and looking at his every reaction. You pulled off of him slowly, teasing him again and kissing the tip before looking over him.

"depends... Will the fun end there?" You asked him, your hands tracing small patterns over his thighs. "Hm... Well, I'd need a minute... But I can definitely handle a few rounds." He said- and this time you were the one with a lustful look. Before anything else could be said your mouth was already back on him- working across his entire length, tongue rubbing against his hard as you took a decent pace. He nearly choked for air; letting out another moan as you worked him out so nicely- thrusting his hips at the same rhythm. "Yes... Good girl- ... Fuck-... Your mouth feels so fucking good -" the hand in your hair tighten it's grip once again, practically holding your head in place while he just took over, thrusting down your throat. He was letting out a series of grunts and moans while you looked up at him- every expression and every sound just turning you on more and more.

And then you felt the warm, thick liquid in the back of your throat as he let out a loud Moan, slowing his Pace while he caught his breath. It came in a few shots, swallowing everything time while he looked down at you in bliss. When his own orgasm was over, he pulled out before getting down on his knees himself- hands on your legs as you wanted to reposition you.

He got you to lay on your back on the bottom of the shower floor- the water was hitting his back while he put your legs around his shoulders- despite already finishing once it almost looks like that was just the beginning- barely even giving you any time to question what was going to happen, his face was between your thighs, hands holding them in place before his lips met your core- nearly giving you the same treatment you gave him, teasing little kisses all around as he watched you gasp and shiver, felt your legs twitch slightly. He was enjoying every little sensation he could draw out of you.

"Iso- " you called out breathlessly, getting a bit impatient. You have been hot and bothered for sometime already and you wanted your own turn impatiently. "Hm?" He just hummed, smirking. "Please - please just- .. ah-!" Just as you were practically begging, his tongue dragged out, flat against your folds and clit, slowly dragging it, as if tasting you first. The hands on your thighs gripped a big thighter- feeling your legs twitch slightly as he was lapping at your core.

And then his tongue moved faster, with more precision, knowing exactly were it had to go as it passed over every sensitive spot it could. You were reduced to a shaking, moaning mess while he ate you out, pushing back your thighs a bit more to create a better angle. You were moaning, whimpering out as his mouth worked wonders, tongue sliding onto your clit before teasing the area just above it.

And then two fingers slid in, almost too easily with how wet you were. He hummed- the vibrations going through you in such a damn good way. His fingers curled upwards, just enough to hit the sweet spot inside. The combination of his tongue and fingers slowly made your mind draw blank - the familiar knot forming in your lowering abdomen just waiting for release.

His fingers moved a little rougher, a little faster; while your legs trembled under him, he knew you were close. He kept his tongue over your sweet spot, giving it all the extra attention and watching as your back arched, as your eyes rolled back in your head. Then your legs clamped around his head thightly, hearing your choked moan as you came.

You were shaking a bit- and he slowed down his ministrations to let you catch your breath before moving his mouth away from your core. His fingers continue to move inside you, his head still held in between your legs by your clamped up legs. "You think you can handle more?" He asked, still slowly fingering you as you caught your breath, letting out breathy moans by the small movement inside. "Yeah... I think -" you said breathlessly.

He chuckled out softly, moving in the shower before picking you up. You knew he was strong but you forgot he could literally lift anyone that was equal to his weight or under- it only took a second before he had you pinned to the shower wall, legs still up against his shoulders. He leaned down and kissed you- tasting yourself on his lips as he rubbed himself against your sensitive folds. Small whimpers escape the kiss all while he enjoyed the control he had over you in this moment.

He took his dick in his hand -still keeping you pinned to the wall as he guided himself inside, thrusting inside your warm, wet walls. He let out a groan-his hand going back to pin your leg up again while his head dropped to the crook of your neck, biting it as he slowly thrusted inside, as if trying to just enjoy you slowly. You moaned softly, but the slow thrusts weren't doing so much- whimpering as you wanted more.

"are you comfortable with chocking?" He asked you in the crook of you neck, still just doing the slow, near teasing thrusts. "Yes-" you nearly whimper out - feeling heat pooling again at the idea. He let out a soft hum, continuing on with his teasing for a few moments, just waiting for you to lose patience. It was the moment he heard you starting to mutter out deperate pleas he finally stopped teasing.

He freed one of his hands and wrapped around your neck- tightening his grip in the right spots as he made sure to keep his eyes on you. When he saw your breath was starting to slow, that's when he started to thrust harder, deeper inside- knowing that the lack of air numbed the feeling a bit-but the moment you get that deep breath, it would hit like a wave. He watched as your whimpers quieted down, make sure to pay full attention to know when to let go. When he felt your legs starting to go limp and your eyes looking a bit droooy, he let go of your neck-watching as you took a deep breath well he just pinned your legs back again, going at you like you had a desperate need to breed you. Your breathing came in gasps- and when you caught your breath enough you were a moaning mess; legs already shaking against him while he fucked you into a pretty little mess.

Your hands were on his back, nails starting to dig in the skin. The moment you got to take that deep breath it felt like a damn tidal wave that hit you, the pleasure coming in one big wave. Your head fell forward onto his shoulder, whimpers and moans leaving your mouth along with a couple curse words while you felt his dick hitting you deep inside. You could already feel the knot in your stomach again-and you know you were almost at your limit. You bit into his shoulder-leaving various marks on his skin. He leaned his head in a bit, lips brushing against your ear. "Such a good girl... Sounding so good- taking me so well ..." He nearly growled out in your ear. He also sounded a bit breathless, like he was also reaching his limit.

He lasted a few extra thrust before he let out a groan- then moaning as his rode out his high. He freed one of his hands- his thumb gliding over your core, wanting you to also get to finish. And it came pretty fast as he felt you tighten around him, making him moan again. When he heard your choked cry, feeling your nails dig deeper into his back he knew he had satisfied you too. His pace slowed, the hand pleasuring your clit went back under your leg to support you as you caught your breath, waiting until you were ready before putting you back on your feet.

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It took a couple of minutes-getting you back on your seat and to be stable-cleaning both of yourselves up before finally getting out of the shower. He took all the extra time and care to dry you off and brush your hair, a hand on your lower back as you walked to the bed. When you layed down, he was going to tuck you in but you pulled him down into the bed too.

He didn't protest, making himself comfortable beside you while you cuddle up to his side, laying your head in the crook of his shoulder while his arm was wrapped around you. He relaxed, his other hand going to play with your hair. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" He asked softly as he held you. "No... I'm just spent." He chuckled softly. "Alright. Just making sure." He hummed softly - then placed a hesitant peck on your forehead, as if he wasn't sure if this was a good idea.

You giggles out softly. "I like that..." You mumbled out tiredly, liking the simple little forehead kiss. Iso hummed, his one hand still brushing through your hair. "I'll remember that." He said softly, placing another less hesitant kiss on your forehead. "Good night, (Y/n)" he said softly, relaxing himself in the matteress.

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deedala · 2 years ago

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🌛Weekly Tag Wednesday - Sleepover Edition!🌜

Yay! Thanks for cooking up this game and tagging me @mybrainismelted! And @creepkinginc and @lingy910y I'm stoked for this sleepover 😜✨ ------------- Ok pocket friends, tonight we are having a sleepover! So grab your pj’s, your teddy bears, and your fuzzy slippers, and let’s have some fun!

Name: deanna🌱

Location: o HI o 🌽

We’ll start with some easy ones! Is there a celebrity you think you look like? If so, who: not a single one. no one has ever compared me to anyone either so i'm pretty sure i just dont have one of those faces 😆

Do you still have stuffed animals in your bed? yessss. i have a big brown bear that i call Grizz (after Grizz from we bare bears) and a mini-squishmallow, the pink cuckatoo whose name is something else but i call her Birdie 🧸

Who is your celebrity crush? iunno like ALL of them?? haha i guess currently i'm very much in my super appreciating Rahul Kohli and Kate Siegel era 😍

Have you ever accidentally sent a naughty message to the wrong person? very recently i accidentally texted the gallavich scenes youtube link of the dock scene to my brother-in-law instead of to my bestie. please note the youtube thumbnail that loads in messages is ian and mickey eating each others faces. im still not okay after that one.

Have you ever snorted your drink out your nose on a date? nah not on a date

Have you ever peed in a public pool? as little kid? yeah probably lol?? And we will close it out with some Shameless Characters Bang/Marry/Kill: Ian/Mickey/Kev: Bang Mickey, Marry Ian, Kill Kev Fiona/V/Svetlana: Bang Fiona, Marry V, Kill Svet

Frank/Kermit/Tommy: Bang Frank, Marry Tommy, Kill Kermit (theres no winning this one okay?)

Karen/Mandy/Sandy: Bang Sandy, Marry Mandy, Kill Karen

Jimmy/Sean/Gus: Bang Sean, Marry Jimmy, Kill Gus

Thanks for coming to my sleepover! Hope you had fun, we are having banana pancakes for breakfast. ------------ Yay thanks!! I'm gonna share my banana pancakes🥞🥞🥞 with the following little nuggets! @darlingian @michellemisfit @too-schoolforcool @heymrspatel @gardenerian @gallawitchxx @metalheadmickey @mickeysgaymom @scurvgirl @themarchg1rl @mmmichyyy @juliakayyy @sleepyfacetoughguy @suchagallabitch @jrooc @sam-loves-seb @spoonfulstar @crossmydna @tanktopgallavich @palepinkgoat @sickness-health-all-that-shit @gofionaonthem @thepupperino @purplemagpie @suzy-queued @energievie @rereadanon @transmickey @mikhailoisbaby @tsuga-of-mars @auds-and-evens @ardent-fox and YOU #💟

#tag game #weekly tag wednesday

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applejuicefruit · 2 years ago

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Hi, can you write something with neymar where he and reader had a fight and some fluff later maybe ? thankyou !

I loved this request!!!!

I hope you like it ✨✨

Everything I need

Neymar was mad at me.

He wouldn’t even speak with me.

Why?

Simply because ai had missed his march with PSG yesterday.

Just one match.

I had worked all day long and couldn’t wait to go home and sleep but unfortunately to me PSG was playing that night so I had to go and cheer for my boyfriend and for his team.

The problem was that I had fallen asleep and missed the match.

When I woke up I saw the million messages Neymar left me during the break and when I called him back it was too late.

I tried to wait for him to come back from the match but truth was I was still very tired. I had a week full of meetings and working for one of the most famous tourism agency in Paris was huge. Not everyone could have that spot. But with my studies and my hard work I made it into my dream agency.

But it was also a month before Christmas and I know that people love to spend holidays in Paris so I worked more and were hardly at home.

When Neymar got home he found me asleep on our shared bed.

He was mad but decided not to wake me.

Morning came and he was ignoring me. When I woke up he wasn’t in bed like every single morning but he was already in the kitchen having breakfast.

“Good morning” I said to him hoping he wasn’t mad.

Boy, I were so wrong.

He ignored me.

It made me feel so guilty but at the same time it made me so angry. I wasn’tin the wrong, or so I thought.

“Ney?” I said trying to catch his attention but nothing.

“I’m talking to you” I said louder this time.

He wanted to act like a child?

“Oh so you remember you have a boyfriend?” he said, his voice filled with venom.

“Ney I’m sorry I fell asleep yesterday” I tried to explain.

“Oh I know, I saw you sleeping peacefully when I came home, I didn’t wake you, I didn’t want to wake her majesty the sleeping beauty” he said with high tone, almost screaming.

This hurt.

I tried to fight back tears.

But he was getting so mad for nothing.

We never fought like this.

“Ney, my love, I was so tired from work…” I tried to explain but he wouldn’t listen.

“Sure…well to let you know, we won and I scored, twice, but guess what? My girlfriend wasn’t there to cheer up for me” he said getting angrier.

“Ney would you listen to me for a second?” I screamed back. He knows I hate when people scream, it scares me but this was the only way he probably would have listened.

“Go on” he simply said.

“I was tired from work…” I lowered my ton a bit.

“You already said that”

“Would you let me finish?” I was on the verge of tears. I’ve never seen him like this.

Everyone knew Neymar’s ego was huge but he was acting like he was the king of the world and it was pissing me off.

“I work 12 hours every fucking day. I’m barely at home. I have meetings every single day and I’m about to lose my mind so don’t come at me telling me I missed your fucking stupid game okay?” I screamed.

“My fucking stupid game? You know how much it’s important to me! I needed you there! What kind of girlfriend are you?”

“The kind of girlfriend who wants to have her own career! Why does only yours matter? What about me? Am I not allowed to have my dreams? Am I not allowed to build up my career?”

“You know this isn’t what we’re talking about!” he screamed at me making me flinch a bit.

This was getting serious.

“Yes this is what we’re talking about! You’re ego’s too big you don’t care about other people’s dreams! I’ve worked my ass of to get where I am today! So, excuse me if after 12 hours of nonstop work I just wanted to sleep!”

“You don’t even have to work! I can provide for you and you know that!” he said trying to play the victim.

“Neymar this isn’t about money! I don’t want your money! I just want you to understand that the world doesn’t revolve around you! I’m trying to tell you that I’m sorry if I missed your game but I want you to put yourself in my shoes…I was exhausted and just wanted to sleep and you’re making a drama about it!”

“I’m not making a drama I just wanted you to be there and you weren’t!”

He wouldn’t understand.

I was already tired and it was only 9 am.

I decided it would be best if I left for some hours.

I left the kitchen without saying nothing.

“Where are you going?” he asked me.

“To work” I lied. It was saturday and my agency was closed on the weeknd but apparently he didn’t know or he didn’t care.

“If you leave now I don’t know if you’ll find me here when you come back home” he said not even looking at me.

So was it?

It was over?

“Just get down of your fucking pedestal Neymar” i said closing the front behind me.

I went straight into my car and drove.

Don’t know where I was going but I had to clear my mind.

Neymar’s P.O.V.

I’m an idiot.

I just let the woman I love most in the whole world go.

Because I got mad for something stupid.

I know she wasn’t going to work, she doesn’t work on the weekends which means I really let her down if she had to lie to me.

I’m a fucking idiot.

I decided to stay home that day. I would have missed training but I didn’t care. I needed to find a way she could forgive me.

I had to apologize.

Just a couple of hours later she came back home.

I was sitting on the sofa watching TV.

Truth was I wasn’t watching TV, I was still looking for a way to apologize because I knew I messed up.

When my eyes met hers my heart broke.

She cried.

She was still crying.

And it was all my fault.

“Baby” I said standing up from the couch and going towards her “I’m an idiot, a completely fucking idiot” I wrapped my arms around her but she didn’t say anything.

Instead she cried harder on my shoulders.

Fuck…

“Baby listen to me…I’m so sorry, I acted like a dick. You’re so right and I’m so proud of you for achieving your goals, you have no idea how proud I am” I said kissing her head “You’ve been working so much these days and I can’t imagine how tired you must be, I’m sorry I overreacted, can you please forgive me?” I asked her almost crying.

She looked at me with her gorgeous eyes and she smiled a bit.

“I forgive you” she whispered her and I thank her for letting me having this second opportunity. She could have easily broken up with me, they way I acted like a dick and the way I treated her.

I smiled at her and kissed her.

I guided her on the couch, me sitting on it and her on my lap while we continued kissing. I held her close because that day I almost lost her.

I couldn’t imagine spending a singe day without having by my side.

#neymarjr x reader #neymar junior #neymar #neymar x reader #neymarjrxreader #paris saint germain #psg #neymar fluff #neymar angst

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monsterrae1 · 2 years ago

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Raeeee!!

✨wishes✨ for Buddie for the prompts thing 💕

Thank you Bekka! here's a little post christmas fluff. I was a little tempted to just answer with the baby fic since it fit the wishing part of the prompt, but I ended up writing this instead, I hope you like it!

29. Wishes

Buck would never dare to call himself lucky, no one who had met him would call him lucky, he was very accident prone adjacent and while some called him reckless, he swears he would just got hurt sometimes, it wasn't always his fault - like how was he to know the truck had a bomb in it, or that a tsunami was going to hit the pier the day he decided to take Chris there.

So not lucky, not even an ounce of luck; he, however, had a talent for guessing things that would happen to him, one of his past hookups had called it "manifestation" but Buck never thought much about it, he just knew that sometimes he would say shit like "damn, I wish I had an ice cream" and then Maddie would show up at their parents’ house with a pint of their favorite flavors on hand, or they'd be at the station and Buck would wish for a movie to be on, only to turn on the tv and find out that it was actually on. It was stupid shit always, which was one of the reasons he had never really thought much about a pattern.

Until Chim pointed out at the Christmas party on Bobby's house.

"Stop!" He said just as Buck finished saying I wish, "you say that and things come true, it's freaky"

"No, they don't" Buck argued, knowing out of all of them Chim was the most superstitions one.

"They kinda do, Buck" Maddie added before Buck could argue more with Chim "They have since we were kids, you just usually ask for very simple things"

Buck laughed "Mads, c'mon, I'm not magical or anything like that"

"I'm not saying magical, but I don't know Buck, you have a way of always getting what you wish for"

Maddie shrugged, and Buck decided to drop the conversation just as a very familiar laugh captured his attention.

Unlike last Christmas, Eddie was having a great time at the 118 Christmas reunion; he had been tasked with helping Bobby man the grill, and was currently talking with Bobby as they both shown Harry and Chris the ins and outs of a well done cut of steak. Buck couldn't help the smile on his own face at the sight of Eddie and Chris so happy and at ease.

He didn't say it out loud - he didn't want to deal with teasing smiles and knowing smirks from his sister and Chim - but he wished that Eddie was his, really his, and that he got to raise Chris alongside him and not just if the worst came to happen.

The wish left his head as soon as it had entered when Eddie turned to look at him, smile still bright and big on his face, and nodded at him, asking him to come over with a small movement of his head; Buck of course, excused himself and joined them at the grill.

He barely left Eddie's side for the rest of the party, climbing into his truck at the end of the night and going home with them; he told himself it was to pick up his jeep and go home, but he knew that Eddie would ask him to stay for a beer, and then a beer would turn into two, and then Buck would be spending the night in the couch and having an early breakfast with the them next morning.

"Come in?" Eddie asked, just as Buck had predicted, just a little shyer than usual, like he thought Buck might say no; as if he'd ever say no to him.

"Yeah" Buck answered and followed him inside.

The tree was still up even though it was already past Christmas, closer to the New Year’s than Christmas really - it was the only day the entire team could get together and they decided to extend the Christmas spirit a little longer - empty of gifts too, but with lights still shinning in a coordinated blinking of rainbow colors, Buck watched it quietly as Eddie helped Chris into bed.

"Hey" Eddie said softly a few minutes later, Buck turned to see him "It seems like you've chosen the worst place to stand in the house"

Buck frowned before looking up, remembering the mistletoe Chris had made them hang up right before Christmas eve, they had put it in the middle of the living room ‘cause no one ever stood there. Buck laughed.

"Well, I'm alone here, so, no biggie" He said shrugging, watching as Eddie bit his lip for a second before walking to join him under it "Eds?" he asked, breathless and confused.

"Not alone anymore" A couple of shaking hands made their way to Buck's hips and Buck felt his heartbeat double its efforts. "This okay?"

"It depends"

"On?"

"What it means to you" Buck whispered, still working on believing that apparently Eddie wanted to be under the mistletoe with him. It seemed too good to be true.

"Buck," Eddie started with a smile on his face "It means I want to kiss you, because I love you, and I'm tired of thinking I can't have this, when I'm almost sure I can"

"Eddie" Buck felt himself smiling, happy tears at the edge of his eyes "Eddie" He kept repeating Eddie's name like that was enough, like this wasn't the moment he had been wishing for...

Buck took a step back from Eddie, pulling away from his embrace, almost like he had been burned by his touch.

This was everything he had wished for.

His wishes always came true.

This wasn't real. Eddie couldn't love him, not really.

This was just some twisted wish came true, taking away whatever Eddie really felt for him.

"Buck? everything okay?" Eddie asked concerned, a small frown forming in between his eyebrows.

"This isn't real" Buck admitted, the tears on his eyes now ones of regret and guilt "I wished... I wished you'd be mine"

"And I am, isn't that good?"

Buck shook his head "You aren't, not really, whatever keeps granting my wishes did this, you don't really feel this"

"Alright you've lost me, what wish?"

Buck took a deep breath and let himself fall into Eddie's couch "Earlier today, I wished for you to be mine" Eddie nodded, sitting at the opposite edge of the couch "And my wishes always come true, Maddie had just told me that they have been since I was a kid, and Chim thought it was freaky, but then you caught my attention and I just, I saw you and I wished you were mine, and now we're here"

Eddie shook his head "Buck, this isn't some wish come true" He moved to sit a little closer to Buck, without touching him "I just felt brave enough today, but I've loved you for months now, probably years" He continued "all this time I've been telling myself that I couldn't have you, that you didn't want this, that you deserved better; but today I saw you under the mistletoe and I just, I had to kiss you"

"Are you sure?"

Eddie nodded "I swear, this had been brewing inside of me for a long time"

Buck looked at him for a moment, searching on his face for anything that might tell him Eddie wasn't being himself, but all he found was love, and a little exasperation.

"Okay"

"Yeah?" Eddie waited for Buck to nod before standing up and offering him his head "Can I have my mistletoe kiss now?"

"It's not Christmas anymore"

Eddie huffed, pulling him up "Shut up and Kiss me already"

Buck laughed but happily complied, leaning down to join their lips together in a soft kiss, both taking their time to savor the other, mapping each other's mouth until they ran out of air; resting their foreheads together to catch their breaths.

"I gotta admit though" Eddie said "That kiss was a wish come true"

Buck groaned and punched him on the arm without letting go of him "I hate you"

Eddie laughed "No, you don't"

"I really don't" He replied with a big smile on his face, one that Eddie kissed away.

#answered #bekka <3 #buddie #buddie ficlet #last one of the years folks! see you at some point in january

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theflyingfeeling · 2 years ago

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Hi dear, so excited to see you doing Valentines promts again!

How about Olli/Allu having a very moomin date? 👀

Hiiiiii! I'm so excited to be writing these again! <3 Here it comes, my first Valentine's Day prompt fic of the season! ✨

First of all, I'm not sure if this is moominous enough for you, sweet anon, but I hope you like it nevertheless 💖

Second of all, this maaaaaaay have gotten a little out of hand, and not only in terms of the wordcount. You'll see what I'm talking about when you read it 🤭

It's kind of an AU, but nothing too specific, just your regular no-band AU in which Olli and Allu meet each other for the first time (in person). Again, read and find out 🙏

words: 5708 (see? unnecesarily long 🙄 so you better make yourself a nice cup of something and just sit back for this one!)

rating: something between G and T, I guess 😅

trigger warnings: none, but prepare for a whole lot of pining and a bit of sillyness, as per usual 🥰

edit. now also on AO3 💖

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“Your Tinder date wants to take you where?”

Aleksi sighed as they stopped to wait for the traffic light to turn green.

“First of all, it’s not a date, and certainly not a Tinder one,” Aleksi corrected Niko for about the twelfth time that day. He still regretted telling his friend he was meeting this guy he had been chatting with on a discussion board almost daily for over a year. Too embarrassed to admit it was a platform for fantasy role play, Aleksi had seen it best to simply answer “online” when Niko had asked him how he had met Olli, which naturally had led to Niko promptly deciding “online” equalled a dating app. “Second of all, I don’t think he’s actually taking me to the Moomin Café, we’re only meeting there.”

“Of all the places in the city?”

“It’s a recognizable landmark!” Aleksi exclaimed and proceeded to picture the two-metre Moomin statue that stood in front of the theme café dedicated to beloved literature characters. With a small smile forming on his lips, he then imagined his internet friend waiting for him beside it, hopefully wearing the cool leather jacket Aleksi had seen in pictures, and was almost left behind when Niko suddenly jaywalked across the street.

“Still,” his friend said when Aleksi strode to catch him up, “the place doesn’t exactly ooze romance.”

“I told you, it’s not–”

“Not a date? Then why on earth did you send me all those selfies of you posing in different outfits, asking for my opinion? I’ve never seen you want to impress anyone that bad without hoping to get in their Moomin sheets.”

“I’m not– wait, what?” Aleksi turned to look at Niko to see the man hardly able to hide his amusement.

“Well, since he’s taking you to a Moomin café I suppose he also has–”

“Just– just shut up, okay? Whatever he has in his bed is irrelevant because we are not–” Aleksi’s heart almost stopped when his eyes spotted the enormous Moomintroll down the boulevard and, indeed, a man he recognized as Olli standing next to it. To Aleksi’s mild disappointment, Olli wasn’t wearing the leather jacket but a simple outfit of black pants, a white t-shirt and what seemed to be a bucket hat on his head. He had a searching look in his eyes, stopping to glance at almost every passerby as his fingers fumbled with the zipper of the waist bag he was wearing across his chest.

“Is that him?” Niko whispered as they approached the front of the café.

“Y-yeah,” Aleksi said and cleared his throat, surprised to hear his own voice come out so hoarse and breathless, just because he caught a glimpse of his long-time internet friend for the first time in person.

All the way walking downtown, Aleksi had been annoyed by Niko’s insinuations about the date (which was not a date) with his online boyfriend (who was not his boyfriend), all the while trying to calm down the strange feeling in his stomach that he tried to explain with having drank too much coffee at breakfast (which he chalked up to barely having slept the previous night (because his head had been full of Olli and his rosy cheeks and gentle eyes until dawn, stuck in his mind after they had said goodnight to each other on Skype at two in the morning)). He had rolled his eyes at Niko’s merciless teasing, because there was no way he was going to admit he had been counting the days until they’d finally see each other face-to-face, sighing longingly or giggling into his pillow whenever he imagined even standing in front of Olli, mere metres away from all that charm and beauty that had Aleksi forget his lines during role play or smile to himself when he saw something that reminded him of Olli.

Maybe he’d even be bold enough to hug him. From Olli’s Instagram Aleksi had gathered Olli didn’t shy away from physical endearments, at least not with that curly-head blond Olli had told him was his best and oldest friend – “like a brother,” Olli had said, and Aleksi tried to ignore why hearing that had been such a relief – but of course Aleksi couldn’t know whether being physically affectionate applied only to Olli’s closest friends. He wouldn’t blame Olli for wanting to just nod at him from a respectful distance on their first meeting; he was still, all things considered, just some random dude he had started speaking with on the internet one blessed day.

They were roughly ten metres away from the entrance of the café when Olli finally noticed him. When their eyes met each other, the curve of Olli’s eyebrows softened and his lips parted, but then he directed his gaze to Niko walking next to Aleksi, and suddenly he looked just as lost and nervous as he had just moments before while he had been waiting for Aleksi to show up.

“Right, I guess this is where I leave you to it. If he turns out to be a serial killer or some other kinda lunatic, just give me a call and I’ll come rescue you, yeah?” Niko tapped Aleksi’s shoulder and skipped to the other side of the street before Aleksi could argue that he was pretty convinced Olli was neither of those things and that he wouldn't need to be rescued, thank you very much.

Aleksi saw Olli’s shoulders relax as he walked closer, then his lips starting to curve upwards. When there were only a few metres separating them, Olli glanced at the ground before looking up at Aleksi again, no longer able to hide his smile.

“Hi,” Olli said softly and stretched out his arms towards Aleksi.

“Hi,” Aleksi sighed, and when Olli pulled him into a hug he was sure he was going to cry. Olli felt as soft as he looked and smelled even better than what Aleksi had imagined in his head, of honey and perhaps a hint of citrus.

“So good to see you,” Olli said, much closer to Aleksi’s ear than he had anticipated, so close that it gave him goosebumps, even though in Olli’s embrace he felt warmer than he ever had in his life before.

“Yes, at last,” Aleksi agreed. All the sudden dopamine in his system made him so daring that he nudged the side of Olli’s head with his, causing the man’s hat to fall off.

“Woops,” Olli laughed as he noticed the impact their embrace had on his headwear and finally let go of Aleksi.

“Sorry,” Aleksi smiled, crouching to pick up the hat. Handing it back to Olli, he noticed the Moomin character embroidered on it.

In his mind, he saw Niko raising his eyebrows knowingly.

“Shall we go in? They have an offer on cinnamon rolls today.”

Did I not tell you so? Aleksi heard Niko’s voice in his head.

Yeah, and? Aleksi telepathically replied to his friend; with the way Olli was smiling at him, a little shy and his Groke bucket hat somewhat askew as he held the door to the café open for him, Aleksi would’ve walked through the gates of Hell if that’s where Olli wanted to take him.

Aleksi nearly gasped when Olli touched his lower black lightly as they entered the café, gently guiding him forward to the cosy coffee shop that filled Aleksi’s nostrils with the mixed aroma of brewed goods and freshly-baked bun. They didn’t say much as they stood in the queue to the counter, just sort of smiled at each other, and Aleksi wanted so much to pull Olli in for another hug or at least hold his hand a little.

“So, umm, who was that, by the way? The guy you came with,” Olli broke the silence between them. Aleksi was in a hurry to answer when he noticed Olli’s smile had begun to falter.

“Ah, that was just my friend Niko. He insisted on escorting me, like some sort of…chaperone. He once had a Grindr hook-up steal his sunglasses, so he doesn’t trust anyone he meets online anymore.”

(There was no point arguing with Niko that maybe he had just lost them himself, because why would someone run off with children’s heart-shaped sunglasses that were no use for anything, least of all for blocking the sun, as the lenses were glittery and tinted pink.)

“Oh, so he’s like Joonas,” Olli rolled his eyes. “I believe he’s sitting in that Starbucks on the other side of the street spying on us, in case you decide to brutally murder me in broad daylight.”

“I guess that just means they love us?” Aleksi shrugged amusedly.

“I suppose so, but why they gotta be so weird about it?” Olli laughed and shook his head. His sunkissed curls swayed on his forehead, and Aleksi felt the same urge to sweep them off with his fingers (or with his lips maybe) that he had often felt when they had been laughing together at something silly via Skype. Olli probably noticed his dreamy expression, as he was soon to smile at the floor below their feet, an attractive blush spreading to his cheeks which looked even more velvety in real life.

It seemed they had winded up in the middle of the worst rush hour at the coffee shop, for it took them several minutes to reach the edge of the counter. When they finally did, Olli turned his back to Aleksi to get a tray from under it, revealing the illustration on the back of his shirt. Aleksi remembered having seen that exact t-shirt on Olli before, with the small text on the left side of his chest, so he was taken by surprise staring at the print of a mountain and a rainbow peeking from behind it.

“So, umm, do you come here often?” Aleksi asked, thinking it would be a less awkward conversation starter than “nice shirt”, which would’ve only revealed Aleksi had been checking out his backside (which was quite nice, there was no denying that), but then he realised how tacky the opening line he had gone for must have sounded; he had heard Niko hitting on unsuspecting guys and girls at the bar with that exact question every Friday night.

For that reason, Aleksi sighed in relief when Olli turned back to look at him with a small smile, neither embarrassed nor bothered by his corny (but accidental) pick-up line.

“Every now and then. Their muddler cake is heavenly,” Olli replied, then added in a lower voice: “although it is quite pricey.”

“Their what cake?”

“Muddler cake!” Olli beamed. “It’s like mud cake, but, you know…. Muddler,” Olli then pointed at the stack of Moomin mugs in front of them, his index finger directing Aleksi’s gaze to a purplish mug with a character wearing a saucepan for a hat.

“That’s a… muddler?”

“Yeah.” Olli’s grin was even wider when he picked the mug up and set it down on the tray. “And that’s his sweetheart, Fuzzy.” Olli showed Aleksi a pink mug with a character in a wedding gown decorating its side.

“Should I get that one then?” Aleksi smirked, hoping the flirt (this time intentional) would not go unnoticed by the other man.

“Actually I have something else in mind for you, hold on…”

Aleksi watched as Olli eyed the collection of mugs in different colours until his finger stopped at another one of purple colour. Aleksi couldn’t pride himself on knowing a whole lot about Moomins, but even he could identify the character on this one as Hemulen, the philatelist friend of the Moomin family.

“Hemulen? Care to tell me why?” Aleksi inquired, squinting his eyes at Olli, whose smile went from ear to ear by then.

“Well, you know, ‘cause he’s… bald. Like you.” The restrained laughter was obvious in Olli’s voice.

“You’re comparing my appearance to that of a hemulen?! I could so easily be offended, you know. I thought we had moved on from the bald jokes by now.” Aleksi sniffed dramatically, although he could no longer force back his own smile. He had gotten used to his friends ridiculing his new haircut weeks ago already.

“I’m sorry, you’re right. To be fair, you look nothing alike: at least Hemulen has some hair on his head.”

“You better be paying for those overpriced muddler cakes,” Aleksi muttered, pretending to appear insulted but failing horribly, judging by Olli’s heartfelt giggles.

“Oh, that goes without saying. You can actually go and find us a table, I’ll order and pay.”

Aleksi left Olli at the counter and hurried to claim the window table for two that had just become vacant. He gently removed the Moominpappa plushie that was sitting on the other seat and put it on the windowsill. While Olli was making their order of muddler cake and possibly some other Moomin-themed treats, Aleksi stared out the window to watch the people passing by, although he hardly registered anything he was seeing.

He had been too nervous to confess his feelings to Olli via web camera, too afraid of rejection, too anxious when thinking about the possibility of Olli laughing it off instead of returning his feelings. Many times he had broken his own heart by imagining how Olli would’ve been outraged by Aleksi claiming to have a crush on him when they had never hung out in person, or how Aleksi would make it awkward by having assumed Olli was into guys when they had never really had that talk. It wasn’t long ago since Aleksi had come out of the closet to his family and closest friends, so he was still a little cautious about who he confided in and was yet to figure out how to bring it up in a casual conversation without being too blunt or clumsy about it, but he had tried dropping subtle hints along the way. While he wasn’t sure of Olli’s orientation yet, he couldn’t help but hope that the lingering looks and the rainbow on his shirt meant something.

Before Aleksi could allow his mind to wander too far from his current reality, Olli appeared opposite him with a soft oof as he set the tray on the table between them. On two plates there were pieces of the alleged muddler cake, and on a third there was a large cinnamon roll for them to share, Aleksi assumed. The Moomin mugs Olli had chosen for them were now filled, with Moomin characters drawn on the creamy topping. Aleksi noticed one of them had a small heart next to Moomintroll’s head, a detail the beverage Olli claimed for himself was missing.

He mentally added it to the list of Possible Signs He Likes Me Too (But Let’s Not Get Our Hopes Up).

“Mmmmh,” Olli hummed when he sipped his coffee. The cream left a small white line above Olli’s upper lip, on the tufts of facial hair he was sporting there. The sight was too adorable for Aleksi to say anything about it.

“It’s so nice to finally hang out,” he said instead.

“It really is,” Olli agreed. “And to think we live so close to each other, what took us so long?” he chuckled into his cup, making the cream on top of it waver.

“I know, right?” Aleksi chuckled back, albeit knowing exactly why, at least on his part: he had been scared of appearing too eager or too creepy or too anything to suggest they meet face-to-face, until Olli himself had brought it up the other day.

He had to take a sip from his own mug to gain more courage for what he was about to say next.

“You know, I… I’ve been looking forward to this ever since we made the plans. I really enjoy your company.”

Olli stopped forking his chocolate cake to look into Aleksi’s eyes, his features so soft and endearing Aleksi wanted to lean over the table and snog him silly already.

“Me too,” Olli replied, and suddenly it wasn’t only the coffee warming up Aleksi’s insides. “In fact, I…” Olli laughed shortly and turned to admire the pastry on his plate again, “I’ve been so excited I’ve hardly slept lately.”

“Oh,” Aleksi said, because oh. “I mean, you too?”

“Yeah,” Olli laughed bashfully, and there was clearly something extremely interesting in his muddler cake, as his gaze was nailed to the plate. “I can only hope my poor neighbour downstairs hasn’t made a complaint about me for stomping around in the middle of the night.”

The image of Olli pacing back and forth his living room with an expression not unlike the one Aleksi had seen on his face outside the café, just because he was too thrilled about their date-that-was-not-a-date, made Aleksi fall for the man even harder, for reasons he couldn’t quite explain. As far as Aleksi knew, no one had ever felt that way about seeing him before, or at least no one had ever confessed it to his face.

“Well. Now we’re here,” Aleksi smiled at the man, almost crossing his fingers under the table in a prayer for Olli to look up at him again and make him feel those sweet little butterflies in his stomach once more.

His wish was granted when Olli did exactly that, his smile cuter than ever, if that was even possible.

“Yes. Here we are.”

After the sort-of confessions and the slight awkwardness was over and done with, their still-not-a-date-but-kinda-starting-to-look-like-one advance more relaxedly as they moved on to talk about the topics they usually discussed, from music to sci-fi movies to their favourite show wrestlers, until both their mugs were empty and there was nothing but crumbs left on their plates. They had spent over an hour just chattering away, but then Olli glanced at his watch and the approach of their inevitable parting began to hollow out Aleksi’s chest.

“I’m sorry, I’ve kept you to myself for too long, you must have other things to do today,” Aleksi said, although he would’ve done anything to keep Olli to himself just a little longer.

“I don’t, actually. Nothing but a pile of laundry waiting for me at home,” Olli answered as they stood up. The black bucket hat Olli put back on his curly head had seemed a little silly to Aleksi at first, but now he wished he wouldn’t have to let it out of his sight. “What about you? Any plans for the evening?”

“No, not really. But I should be going back home soon, or else Rilla will sulk at me for the rest of the day.”

Olli’s eyes brightened at the mention of the dog. “Oh, Rilla! I wish I could meet her too one day, I always love it when you show her on Skype.”

A wild thought popped up in Aleksi’s head; a silly, unimaginable, and completely absurd thought, but he decided to give it a try anyway.

(Niko wouldn’t have to know.)

“Why don’t you come and meet her now? My place is only a short bus drive away. That is, if you think your pile of laundry can wait a little longer still.”

The Groke hat did an excellent job at shading half of Olli’s face when they stepped outside in the sun, but Aleksi could still make out the smile sneaking on Olli’s lips, slowly but surely.

“I suppose the dirty socks won’t miss me too much.”

Niko would be disappointed if he knew, Aleksi thought to himself almost the first thing he opened his eyes the next morning.

Almost, because his first thought had been how cute Olli’s little snores sounded next to him.

His second thought had been how soft Olli’s hair looked, dishevelled and covering his eyes, before Aleksi had reached his hand to sink his fingers in it to discover it was exactly as soft as it looked.

And his third thought had been how enticing Olli’s lips were, how heavenly they had felt against his own the night before, how he couldn’t wait until Olli woke up so he could get a taste of them again.

Then, maybe as his fourth thought of the day, he could spare one for his poor friend, who only wanted the best for him. However, considering Olli was yet to show his homicidal tendencies by stabbing him with a kitchen knife, ransacking his entire house and kidnapping Rilla, Aleksi allowed himself to bask in the knowledge that Niko had been wrong, for once in his life.

They had entered the house with Rilla barking at Olli and Olli awwing at Rilla, until they had come to a mutual agreement of liking each other a lot, or so Aleksi gathered by the way they had later that evening snuggled on Aleksi’s sofa, almost making him feel like the third wheel. Aleksi had cooked them pasta for dinner and they had walked Rilla at sunset, admiring the colour of the horizon and finally holding hands when they had turned back home at the end of Aleksi’s street. Glasses of red wine had been poured and long, yearning looks had been exchanged as they had sat around Aleksi’s kitchen table until the wee hours, talking and laughing and simply enjoying each other’s company, after months of wanting to do nothing but that, but somehow both of them being too afraid to make the first move, as Aleksi had figured by then.

Olli had already been on his way to the front door, out of Aleksi’s desperate reach, but something had stopped him, had made him stay, made him linger in Aleksi’s touch when they had hugged one last time.

Aleksi’s breath had caught up in his throat and all his thoughts had fallen out of his useless head when Olli had glanced at his lips once, twice, perhaps a third time if Aleksi had given him the chance before bringing his own to Olli’s; he could no longer stand just imagining what kissing Olli would be like.

Now he knew; soft and delicate at first, almost hesitant, until Olli would wrap his arms firmly around Aleksi’s body and devour him, push himself even closer to Aleksi, despite the fact they were already pressed tightly together, skin on skin, mouth to mouth, heart to heart.

The bed had creaked when they had fallen on it, but soon after the room had been filled with entirely different kinds of sounds. If Aleksi wasn’t still flying high on the euphoria he had felt then, he might have been embarrassed about how needy he must have sounded. Instead, he was comforted by finally being sure Olli shared his sentiments, needed him close just as much as he needed Olli. Aleksi almost laughed out loud when he thought back to all that pining and wondering he had gone through over the past months, blind to the fact it had all been mutual; that Olli had felt exactly the same all along.

Now, with the dawn already greeting them behind the curtains of Aleksi’s bedroom, Aleksi smiled as his unexpected (but oh so desired) overnight guest shifted beside him, nuzzling his cheek against the pillow.

“Are you awake yet?” Aleksi asked him.

“Mmmmmmmhhhh,” Olli groaned in a way that sure awoke certain places of Aleksi’s body. “Maybe.” Olli’s speech was muffled by the pillow.

“Well, I suppose you’ll let me know when you’re awake enough to continue where we left off last night. I’m kinda missing those lips of yours, you know.”

Said lips then curved into a lazy grin (and almost burst Aleksi’s heart with bliss when doing so).

“C’mere then,” the lips mumbled, and Aleksi didn’t need to be told twice.

His plan of spending the morning in bed uninterrupted was threatened, however, when he heard a quiet ping from his bedside table.

Accompanied by loud objections from Olli below him, Aleksi reached for his phone to find a notification from a new WhatsApp message from Niko.

How did the Tinder date go? Please answer or I’ll assume you’re lying dead in a dumpster.

Aleksi giggled while writing his reply, with Olli peppering his chest with small kisses.

It was… Moominous 😏

Then Aleksi put his phone on silent, leaving Niko to wonder what ever he meant by that, and turned his attention back to something a little more urgent.

[Meanwhile at the Starbucks across the street:]

The moment he stepped in the coffee shop and saw the man sitting by the window, Niko recognized him immediately; the bright blonde curls, the expressive blue eyes, and the plump red lips that were now pursed around a straw instead of Niko’s dick. The man was even wearing the same DIY style jean jacket he had thrown on the floor of Niko’s bedroom when they had made haste to undress each other on that steamy summer evening some weeks ago. The name scribbled on the plastic cup he was holding also matched the one imprinted on Niko’s memory.

On his forehead, half buried in the fluff of messy curls, Niko spotted a pair of heart-shaped sunglasses.

“You!” Niko gnarled at Joonas, who slowly moved his gaze from the window to Niko’s direction.

“Huh?”

“Thief!” Niko spat once he was standing next to Joonas’ table. It appeared seeing the man again after that night triggered something in him that resulted in only being able to form single-word sentences.

“Excuse me?” The way Joonas squinted his eyes told Niko his face didn’t ring a bell to him.

“Those are mine!” He pointed at the sunglasses resting on Joonas’ locks.

“Ummm, no they’re not? Also, who are you again?”

Niko clenched his fists; the audacity of this man, first for taking possession of his property, and secondly for not even remembering “the best cock he had ever had”.

“Those are my sunglasses that you stole from me after you… you know, after we…” Niko was hesitant to continue, nodding politely at the couple with two young kids in the next table following the scene with disapproval written on their faces.

“...After you ran away from wherever they were keeping you and you mistook me for someone else?” Joonas offered unhelpfully, a mix of confusion and amusement gleaming in his big, annoyingly alluring eyes.

Pure spite had Niko leaning in to whisper in Joonas’ ear.

“Don’t you dare pretend you don’t remember me when I milked you so good you probably couldn’t remember your own mother’s name for days afterwards.”

Niko closed his eyes and bit his lip when he felt Joonas’ hot breath in his ear, memories of their night together coming rushing back and going straight to his groin.

“Bold of you to assume that doesn’t happen to me every Saturday night.”

“You are unbelievable,” Niko growled back before standing up. “I’m afraid that makes little difference though. I’m here to collect back what’s mine, whether you plead guilty or not.” He straightened his hand towards Joonas as a request to be handed back his stolen possessions.

“Wait, are you actually being serious? You really think I’ve taken your sunglasses?”

“I know you’ve taken them!”

“I’ve never met you in my life, you madman!” Joonas insisted with creases on his forehead as he stood up and headed to the door. Niko followed him outside, not wanting to let those sunglasses out of his sight again.

“I don’t know what you were on that night to have been blessed with such a severe amnesia, but we have met before!”

“May I inquire where or when you think that happened?” Joonas’ lopsided grin was just as charming as the first time Niko had seen it. It made him furious.

“A couple of weeks ago. At that new LGBTQ club. After… after you DMed me on Grindr.”

“The Queer Room?” Joonas appeared to be racking his brain for a moment, then he shrugged. “Sorry, honey. I can’t say you’re the first guy with whom I’ve been palling around there.”

Joonas’s face looked genuinely apologetic, which made Niko wonder if he really was as clueless as he seemed, or whether he himself had imagined the whole encounter in his daydreams.

Still, it didn’t solve the mystery of his missing sunglasses, the sunglasses he was sure were the exact same ones the blond guy was now lowering on his nose.

“I guess you’re just gonna have to refresh my memory,” Joonas flashed that awful, sly, stunning smile of his again.

“You wish.”

“Suit yourself,” Joonas shrugged again. “See you later, strange sunglass gu–”

Niko was livid at himself, for letting himself be bullied to take such desperate measures, but the deeper he stuck his tongue down Joonas’ luscious mouth, the more of it he wanted, had wanted since Joonas had sloppily kissed him goodbye before stumbling out of his bedroom.

They were both a little breathless when they broke the kiss. It took a while for Niko to realise Joonas was still holding Niko’s lower lip in between his teeth, until the man sucked on them one more time before letting Niko go. Niko’s own fists were still gripping the collar of Joonas’ jean jacket tightly.

“Wow. I can’t believe you actually gave in.”

…Wait.

“What?!”

“And I can’t believe you fell for that? Man, the Theatre Academy has no idea what they missed when they rejected me,” Joonas chuckled, wiping his mouth.

“You–” Niko let go of the man to inhale and exhale a few times before continuing, “you do remember me.”

Joonas tilted his head. “Oh, babes, I saw you bounce across the street before you walked in.” Then he lifted his hand to touch Niko’s chin. “I was instantly reminded of the night we shared.”

“Yet you have no memory of committing a theft?” Niko crossed his arms on his chest and lifted his chin to meet Joonas’ stare.

“That I genuinely don’t, because it never happened. Maybe this is just your subconscious telling you you miss me…”

“Oh, fuck off,” Niko snapped, trying to ignore Joonas’ hand sneaking on his hip. “The only thing I’m missing from that night are my fucking sunglasses!”

His outburst made Joonas sigh and roll his eyes. “Clearly you are not ready to consider the possibility we might own identical ones and that yours are just somewhere in your car or apartment.”

“Clearly you’re not ready to admit you mistook those as yours and just took them without asking!”

“Look,” Joonas moved his hand on Niko’s shoulder, “we could do this the whole day. Let’s just go to your apartment and–”

“So that you can steal more of my property?!”

“–AND I will help you find your stupid sunglasses! Since they’re so goddamn important to you.”

The thing was, they weren’t even particularly dear to Niko; in fact, they were more or less a kids’ toy, something he had bought as a joke when tipsy from margaritas, and pretty much useless if you needed something to shade your eyes from the sun. It was more about principle and dignity than anything else. (Tommi had not stopped giving him shit ever since Niko had told him about the incident.)

“And also to prove my innocence,” Joonas added, his lips pouting.

“Something tells me you haven’t been innocent since you came out of your mother’s–”

“You leave my mom out of this!” Joonas yelled at him from behind him when Niko began walking towards the bus stop. He made sure to wipe his smile off by the time Joonas caught him up.

“Where have you seen them last?” Joonas asked. They had been rummaging through Niko’s two-room for nearly ten minutes, and still the only pair of heart-shaped sunglasses they had seen were the ones sitting on Joonas’ head.

“On that chair in the hallway. Where you took them from.”

“Oh, just drop it already,” Joonas frowned. “You do realise I have things to do and places to be, yet I’m here helping you put your mind at ease about this puzzle, out of the pure kindness of my heart?”

The remark made Niko’s mouth snap shut. If (if!) Joonas was being truthful and knew nothing about Niko’s glasses, it truly was rather considerate of him to be there with Niko, turning his apartment upside down in search of the cursed piece of accessory, even if he also had his own reputation at stake.

“Well, they’re not under the sofa cushions either,” Joonas sighed and threw them back on the couch before slumping on them himself. “Is there a place we still haven’t looked?”

“I doubt they’re in the oven or in the bathroom sink cabin.”

“Oh, I’d check those too if I were you, just to be sure. You don’t wanna know where my friend Olli once found his phone after an unusually wet night out.”

Joonas’ anecdotes, as intriguing as they were, were of little help in their current task, so Niko decided he’s better off not knowing indeed.

“Did you check all your pockets yet? I can’t tell you how many times I’ve panicked, thinking my wallet’s been stolen when I had just forgotten it in the breast pocket of another jacket.”

“They’re not in my pockets.”

“Did you check though?”

Niko groaned at Joonas’ persistent eyebrow raise, but turned on his heels nevertheless. Once in the doorway, he started groping the jackets and shirts hanging from the coat rack.

“They’re not in my pockets, because I never put them in my–”

His hand touched something hard inside his grey hoodie, making him freeze.

Because he never did put his sunglasses in his pocket, not since his new Ray Bans had dropped on the pavement and broken into pieces. However, there they were, as if by some miracle, even though Niko could’ve sworn over his 00s nü metal CD collection that he had not put them there.

Or… maybe he had? His brain was too confused to make any sense of the situation.

“Oh, hey, you found them!” Joonas rejoiced as he joined Niko in the dim hallway. “Well, looks like you owe me an apology.”

The smile on Joonas’ lips was sweet as ever, and Niko couldn’t wait to wipe it off.

“Oh, I‘ll show you an apology,” he murmured and began pushing Joonas towards the bedroom.

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Author’s notes:

Aaaaahh it’s been a while since I last wrote an “after-credits” scene 🥰

I wanted to include Aleksi’s Moomin sheets somehow but I couldn’t think of a convenient way to do that (i.e. I didn’t want to make the fic any longer than it already was), so you’re just gonna have to do the job yourself and imagine they woke up in Aleksi’s Moomin sheets 💕

Muddler / Fuzzy / Hemulen (the new Hemulen one looks so nice 😍)

Moomin coffee art

The Moomin Café referenced here is partly a product of my imagination. The only Moomin café in Finland at the moment is at the Helsinki-Vantaa international airport. There used to be one in Helsinki but it was closed during the covid lockdown and from what I've heard/seen, they did have Moomin mugs (duh!), gigantic cinnamon rolls, and Moomin plushies that you could position on the chairs to keep you company (I never had the chance to go there 😔). I assume the Moominworld theme park in Naantali also has some kinda Moomin café (I’ve never been there either :\)

Muddler cake -> not a thing, I completely made that one up 😂 It’s ridiculous, I know, but I just couldn’t help myself with the word play!

...Sooooo, did the incident with the heart-shaped sunglasses go as told here, or did Joonas actually take Niko’s by accident, not realising this until he was at home, and then proceeded to keep them with him at all times in case he’d run into Niko again (let’s assume they hadn’t exchanged numbers and Niko had been so outraged about his stolen sunglasses that he had deleted Grindr) and then just put them in Niko’s pocket when Niko wasn’t looking, because why should he just admit he had taken them, especially with Niko storming in the Starbucks accusing him of theft, when he could play with Niko a little instead? Who knows 😏)

#blind channel rpf #blind channel fanfiction #valentine's day fluff by theflyingfeeling #(yes i'm using the same tag as last year because i'm ~lazy~)#not sure when i'll post the next one. could be tomorrow could be a week from now. who knows? not i! stay tuned 😘#also i'm not sure if i'm able to finish all the prompts before february 14 but i'll try. but remember: every day can be valentine's day! 💕#btw before y'all think i'm some kinda valentine's day maniac: i'm not 😂 i'm just a sucker for romantic fluff lol #(in finland valentine's day is celebrated as ''friend's day'')#also: i don't make moodboards (i mean. writing takes me long enough so i don't need moodboard stress on top of that)#but DAMN if i wasn't tempted to make one for this!#anyway. can you tell i had maybe a little too much fun writing this? 😂#i hope you'll have fun reading 💗#ollixallu

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mammonsjuicyass · 4 years ago

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You still taking requests?

Also sorry if this one sounds strange, but hear me out: Mammon gets drunk, maybe say at a bar and does soemthing funny and stupid (says some shit, sings a song, does a dance whatever) and someone uploads a video of it and it goes viral. And ofc shenanigans ensue. Lucifer is pissed and worried for (really diavolos) reputation, the bros are laughing at Mammon, but Mammon doesnt really care and id just waiting for it to blow over. Mc doesnt have to be in it but can, and would stay by Mammon.

This one might be long or can be short depending how you choose to go about it, though ofc I'm not forcing you to do it since I'm sure you have plenty of requests by now!

Again sorry if this is weird, I've just had this idea ping ponging in the back of my head for a while idk why.

lmaoo i have an representation due tomorrow so i shouldn't be writing this buttt ✋🏻

Didnt proofread this too 🦭🦭

Enjoy!

TW: DRUNK MAMMON! I REPEAT DRUNK MAMMON!

A Night To Remember

"I honestly don't remember your name but I feel like we're bonding man! You get me right?? I need some *hickkup* advice."

"I'm sorry, who are you?"

Mammon stared at the low ranking demons eyes and realized that he was talking with the wrong person. He was clearly drunk. Well, everyone gets drunk after that amount of demonious. Phew it's not like THE Great Mammon is lightweight!

As the flashing lights lightened up the stage Mammon realized the best way to get his feelings out would be singing a song comes from hearth. He stood up and tried to walk to the stage without knocking over something or may I say someone.

He slowly walked up to the stage like he was the main character tonight. (Lmao he would sing the fight song not sarcasticly) His eyes started flinching under those flashy lights. He was barely standing up but still he reached out to the mic in front of him.

Avatar Of Greed wasn't thinking about anything but his human. He was gonna sing this song and back up it with some sick moves. And that would make them fall for him... Right???

But it was a shame he didn't realize some demon's were recording it. He just didn't think about consequences of his actions tonight. Ayo, give him a break!

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✨Morning After✨

Avatar Of Greed tried to continue his so called breakfast while his brothers was trying to get a rise fron him. But he was determined to not give them the reaction they wanted.

Ayo! Like what if he get little bit drunk and had some fun??? It's not a big deal. Why are they keep watching that dumb video anyway. It's not even that funny.

He was right, it wasn't a big deal at all. Until the video went viral on Devildom. As you can guess that made Lucifer angry. Very. angry.

But Mammon had his fun last night so who cares if his older brother gets little bit angry. He's always angry anyway.

Also this man knew his little human would got his back that's why he was enjoying his breakfast and waiting for Mc coming down and having a battle with Lucifart. He could imagine MC roasting the shit out of Avatar Of The Pride. And man that was an incredible sight.

And as expected tale says that till this day you could hear the angry sheep noises trying to protect Mammon coming from the HoL.

A/N: I didn't like my writing this time. I don't think I gave this request what it deserves but here it is. Thats the best I can do rn. I hope y'all enjoyed it tho <3

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jerzwriter · 3 years ago

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School is here! 🍎 ✏️

Ethan , Kaycee, Casey and Tobias have some little ones running about , here are some pre-school questions for the lovely parents :

How would they react when dropping their child/children off at pre-school? Are they the parents who cry, the parents who are calm, or a little bit of both ?

Are they involved with their children’s school growth? If the teacher call will they answer the phone first ring? If there’s a parent teacher conference do they go?

If the kids act ‘sick’ when not wanting to go to school, how would the parents handle the situation?

Do the parents go on field trips if asked by the school? And if so, do they ride the bus with their kids or take them in their own car?

Parent day, do they come up to the school and stay with them the whole day and participate in the activities given?

Are they play date parents or kid spend time in the house type ? If play date parents, are they close with the other parent , are their sleepovers? If spend time at home, what do they usually do to keep their child entertained at home?

Parents get a call home, seems like their baby is in a bit of trouble with another child (the trouble you can pick that works in your favor) , how do the parents handle it?

(I know this kinda don’t fit the theme but I work at daycare and have kids who pick up bugs all the time and keep them as ‘pets’ so I had to ask😭)

Their child/children comes home with a bug or worm in their packet and says it’s their ‘pet’ what’s the parent reaction and do the child/children keep their ‘pet’ or do they get thrown outside

I told you I was gonna be asking questions againnn, still brainstorming some more but I’m here✨ hope you’re having a wonderful day ❤️

I have been working on this one for QUITE some time, lol You're an all-out interview, and I love it! But I do apologize for the delay!

Check out the answers below! ❤️❤️

How would they react when dropping their child/children off at pre-school? Are they the parents who cry, the parents who are calm, or a little bit of both?

Tobias & Casey: They did pretty good with Sammy. First of all, she was raring to go and barely said goodbye to them before running into that school. Tobias & Casey were outside staring at each other like, "OK, I guess that was it. Want to go get breakfast?" Brooke was very, very attached to Casey, so she was a little hesitant, but it still wasn't too bad, and since she was OK, so were Mom & Dad. It was a little rough with Kayla. She did fairly well, but Casey kind of fell apart the minute Kayla was inside. It was her last child, this was the last time she'd ever have this first, and it hit her hard. At first, Tobias was surprised and all, "Baby, it's ok, come here", hugging her... and then he started blubbering too. :)

Ethan & Kaycee: Here is the thing with them, Emma is their only, so every first is also every last. It makes every event a little more poignant. Emma was already in daycare, but she was starting a new pre-school in Boston, and she would not be on-site in the hospital anymore, so it was still a big change. Emma was not nervous at all. She was going to "big girl" school and could not wait. So while Ethan & Kaycee made a big fuss over her, everything was fine... until she was inside. Then Kaycee kept looking up, trying not to cry; Ethan wasn't talking so he wouldn't cry, then they hugged and started to cry. lol

Are they involved with their children’s school growth? If the teacher call will they answer the phone first ring? If there’s a parent-teacher conference do they go?

I'm answering this for both couples because they are the same.

They're very involved in their children's education. They keep their eyes on the curriculum and make sure their children's needs are met. They absolutely answer the school's calls on the first ring and never miss a parent-teacher conference.

If the kids act ‘sick’ when not wanting to go to school, how would the parents handle the situation?

Tobias & Casey: Tobias would be amusing. He'd probably go into their room with his doctor's kit, start examining them and telling them all the things that would have to happen... like, "You're going to need a lot of needles to get better from this," or "Oh, no. If you miss school today, that means you probably won't ever be able to eat ice cream again." His only problem, sometimes Sammy just shrugs and says, "OK." lol Because of Tobias's "skill" in dealing with this, Casey normally just sends him. lol

Ethan & Kaycee: Ethan would try to reason and quickly learn that you can't always reason with a young child. So I can see him giving Emma a lengthy lecture on how she should go to school because... and eventually, Kaycee would walk in, throw Emma's school clothes on the bed and say "Get dressed."

Do the parents go on field trips if asked by the school? And if so, do they ride the bus with their kids or take them in their own car?

They all go on field trips with their kids. While there are some trips that Tobias & Casey, or Ethan & Kaycee, will both go on, in general, they try to alternate. They would all ride the bus with their kids.

Parent day, do they come up to the school and stay with them the whole day and participate in the activities given?

They would all do their best to participate in school activities that parents are involved in, without a doubt. But spending the whole day likely wouldn't occur unless it was something like a "field day". Most activities are set up for parents to be their part of the day (like an assembly or a party).

First, I can see all four of them hating the word "play-date". They're like "It's called getting the kids together to play, what's this play-date crap!" lol But they will make sure their children have time to spend with their friends. Let's see how.

Tobias & Casey: Since Samantha and Brooke are fairly close in age, they kind of had built-in playmates, and when Kayla comes along, there are even more. So they're not as concerned about this as E/K are. Still, they feel it is important for the girls to have time with their friends. So they do work with parents at their children's schools and in their neighborhoods to make sure that happens. Now, the kids LOVE coming to the Carrick household. Tobias & Casey are the definition of the "fun" parents so they are that house on the block where you will always find a ton of kids.

Ethan & Kaycee: Since Emma is an only child, they try to make sure she has a lot of interaction with other children. She has time with other kids in the hospital daycare center, and as some of their friends start having children, they will see each other often too. But it is very important to them that Emma has a diverse group of friends, so they try not to limit her/their circle to affluent, white, doctors and their kids. When they start the Hudson Family Clinics, Emma is often at the center and makes many friends among the staff's children as well as the clients.

Parents get a call home, seems like their baby is in a bit of trouble with another child (the trouble you can pick that works in your favor) , how do the parents handle it?

None of them are the "not my kid" type of parents, nor are they jumping to assume their kids did something wrong. They'll listen, hear both sides, and will act fairly. Their children will be spoken to, and they will be told that there needs to changes made, and they must do better next time. If the situation was severe enough, there would be punishment or restitution of some sort.

None of the four are here to raise little spoiled little punks. :)

lol OK - in the past 24 hours, Jesse Williams has posted a video of his children finding a rather enormous spider. So this is topical lol

They would be sensitive to their children's needs. If they love the little bug or worm, they love the little bug or worm, and tossing it out or killing it wouldn't be kind nor educational. They'd probably speak to them and explain how Mr. Worm would be very unhappy in their home; he doesn't have the things he needs to survive. So how about we take them to a park/outside, etc. so they can get back to their family and be happy?

PHEW I'm done :) I hope you enjoy the answers!

#tobias x casey asks #ethan x kaycee asks #back to school asks #asks #asks answered

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