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A Love You Don't Find Everyday Part 24 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: With just a few short days left in Hawaii, you and Bradley talk about a lot of important things and make some important plans. And when Bradley asks you what else you have in your special suitcase, you both end up getting more than you bargained for.

Warnings: Fluff, smut, and swearing

Length: 5000 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

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Bradley woke up with you straddling his face.

"Roo, please," you whined, pulling at his hair as your pussy skimmed along his rough chin. As soon as his lips parted and you felt the swipe of his tongue, you moaned in delight.

Without a word, Bradley wrapped his hands around your hips and stroked your tattoo while you rode his face. His dick got harder as he looked up at you, brow scrunched up in determination as you bumped against his nose. He alternated between sucking on your clit and letting you grind against him as you got nice and loud.

"Are you gonna fuck me, Roo?" you asked, and even if you didn't mean it to sound dirty, it did. It really did. Your grunts paired with that filthy sentence had him determined to get you off like this. So instead of answering you immediately, he made you cum, and you gently squeezed around his tongue as your fingers relaxed in his hair.

"Yeah," he growled. "I'm gonna fuck you." He rolled you onto your belly and watched as the early dawn sunlight illuminated the villa. With your ass in the air and your cheek pinned to the bedding with his hand around the back of your neck, he filled you up.

You collapsed into a boneless heap as if you were ready to go back to sleep. "No, Baby Girl. It's time to get dressed. We have our boat outing this morning."

You whined and complained and didn't move from the bed while Bradley got dressed. "I changed my mind about riding the boat. I just want to ride your cock."

Bradley snorted as he scooped you out of bed and helped you get cleaned up. "Well, I need a little break."

Your eyes went wide with mischief. "You're such an old man."

"Listen," he growled as you got ready to go. "I can keep up just fine." But Bradley was honestly feeling all thirty six years old at the moment. You wanted him at least three times a day. He was currently living for those afternoon naps on the deck where you just wanted to snuggle up on his chest and relax.

"Okay, old man Roo," you whispered, taking his hand and leading him outside. "I'll spend the afternoon feeding you fruit next to our pool and giving you a back rub. How does that sound?"

He laughed and helped you into the golf cart. "Sounds ideal."

After the two hour long boat tour, during which you snuggled up on Bradley's lap and played with his hair, you picked a restaurant for a late breakfast. Bradley ate with his arm around your shoulders as you told him in great detail how much you loved Hawaii and thought they should move here.

"The beaches, Bradley. So much better than San Diego. We could get stationed in Pearl Harbor. We could move into the villa."

He kissed your cheek. "If you thought the villa was expensive for ten days, let's stick with our craftsman."

"You need to let me start helping you pay the mortgage and the rest of our bills," you said, and when he opened his mouth, you smashed your palm against it. "I don't even want to hear you argue with me about this."

"Fine," he murmured, kissing your palm when you removed it. He thought he could hear his credit cards sigh in relief.

"I have so much money saved since I stopped paying rent," you told him. "Definitely enough to redo one of the bedrooms into a nursery when the time comes."

He perked right up. "Airplane themed," he whispered, kissing your nose. "That's all I ask."

You laughed but agreed with him. "Airplane themed."

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Bradley laid out the lounge chair cushions right on the deck and dozed off and on while you swam for the afternoon. Any time he woke up, you swam over to the edge of the pool and fed him a bite of food, just like you had promised you would. And then after he thanked you, he dozed off again.

After a few hours, you climbed out of the pool to join him, and he wordlessly welcomed you as you curled up all wet on his chest. This was perfect. Ten days of this was not going to be enough. You were surprised you weren't missing work. But with 24/7 access to your husband, everything else seemed to pale in comparison.

"Baby Girl?" Bradley asked after you heard his stomach growling. "What else is in that suitcase of yours?" he asked groggily.

"I thought you'd never ask!" you said, popping up from his chest and giving him a kiss. Then you proceeded to stand up and remove your bathing suit, draping both pieces over a chair so they could finish drying in the late afternoon sunlight. "Come look."

Bradley followed your every movement as you strolled completely nude into the villa, and then he was stripping out of his shorts and rushing inside after you. "Show me," he whispered, letting his hands settle on your hips as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

You turned to kiss his mustache as you procured a purple silicone toy from inside your lingerie filled suitcase and held it up. "Should I add this to my outfit when I get dressed for dinner?"

Bradley groaned and started kissing along your neck. "A vibrator? You're going to wear a vibrator to dinner?" His voice was laced with need and disbelief, and you giggled in response.

"Yes. And you can control it on your phone."

"Fuck," he grunted, and you could feel his hard cock at your lower back.

"Get your phone, so we can download the app."

Bradley had never released your body from his grasp so quickly before, nearly sprinting away to get it. Within minutes, he had set up the app and was testing out your toy in his hand. And with a look of delight as the "U" shaped vibrator danced in his hand, he mused out loud, "I wonder if I can control this thing from the wifi on an aircraft carrier."

Your jaw dropped as you looked at him. "I would be more than willing to help you find out," you told him. "But let's see how well it works with the resort wifi first."

Bradley groaned, and you ran your fingers along his hardening cock. When he reached for you again, you deftly slipped away from him and grabbed your clothes. "Come back, Baby Girl," he rasped.

"Save it for dinner," you replied, heading for the bathroom to shower and get dressed. Once you were all made up and ready to go, you collected Bradley from the deck. He must have used the shower outside, because his hair was still damp and he smelled like the delicious hibiscus soap.

He ran his fingers along the hem of your dress before he stood. "You look pretty," he whispered, letting his hand trail underneath your dress and up along your thigh as he pressed his body to yours. "How's that sweet pussy that I love so much? All dressed up for dinner as well?"

You hummed next to his ear as his fingers met the toy that was tucked inside you and touching your clit as well. "I'm ready to be teased."

"Well that's good, because my phone is at one hundred percent battery, and I love teasing you," he replied, leading you out to the golf cart with a noticeable erection in his white pants. You didn't even fucking care, and clearly neither did he.

The toy was actually providing you with pleasure as you walked. It seemed to be rubbing a sweet spot inside of you while simultaneously gliding across your clit as your hips moved. "Bradley?" Your voice was breathy and needy, and the look he gave you was sinful as he held your hand while you climbed into the cart.

"Yes, my love?"

You reached up and ran your fingers along his scars before you kissed him. "You're the best."

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With a hard dick and a fully charged phone, Bradley walked with you positioned in front of him as you were led across the soft sand to a table on the beach for dinner. The table was small with a bench on one side, and Bradley slid in next to you. When the waiter handed you both menus and then turned away, you pressed your lips to Bradley's ears and whined. "It's not even on yet, and I'm already going to lose my mind."

Coming to dinner was probably a poor decision. Room service would have been the way to go. But the way you were rubbing yourself against Bradley was making him lose his mind a little bit too. And now he was opening the app and holding up his phone for you to see him select the lowest setting, tapping it one time with his thumb.

"Oh, fuck!" you said quickly, squirming around next to him while the waiter returned with a bottle of wine. Bradley listened to you order dinner, each syllable coming out in a shaky, needy voice while you uncrossed and recrossed your legs. The waiter eyed you a little cautiously when you bit down on the tip of your index finger, but he didn't say anything else.

"Make it two," Bradley said, unsure about what you had actually ordered, but happy to eat anything while you were softly moaning next to him with a look of aroused panic on your face.

"Roo," you gasped. "This feels so good."

He kissed you hard in the twilight darkness while soft music played nearby. You kept moaning the word good in between kisses, and Bradley wanted to take you back to the villa so badly. But he also wanted to edge the hell out of you until you were practically in tears for him.

As soon as he released your lips, he could feel your hand on his cock underneath the tablecloth. "What are you doing, Sweetheart?" he grunted as you unzipped his pants.

"Making you feel good, too."

Bradley glanced around and relaxed a little as the beach grew darker, and he let himself enjoy this completely depraved dinner. He buttered some bread and poured himself a little more wine while you stroked your hand languidly up and down his length. Then he hand fed you while you moaned, nibbling on the bread with wide eyes.

When you reached down to cup his balls and squeeze him gently, he kissed you. "I think you're ready for the moderate setting."

Bradley had to cut up your food and feed it to you while you rocked your hips slowly forward and backward. He was working hard to deny his own orgasm as you made soft, pornographic noises. You made it halfway through your dinner, still teasing his cock with your hand, when you whispered, "I'm going to cum."

"No," Bradley replied, shutting the vibrator off as you keened in displeasure. "Not yet."

"Roo!" you gasped, and he had to kiss you to keep you quiet as the waiter strolled back over.

"Behave," Bradley warned you. Luckily the handjob he was getting was hidden by the tablecloth, but his overstimulated wife was right out in the open, moaning about which dessert she wanted. Bradley grinned, because really, in the grand scheme of things, he was living a very charmed life when it came to you.

So he ordered his dessert as well as yours and asked the waiter to pack them to go. Then he turned to you, set the vibrator back to low, and said, "We can eat dessert back at the villa."

"Okay, Daddy!" you moaned so loudly, your hips rocking gently again as your nipples strained against your dress. And without any warning, you started jerking him off harder.

"Shit," he groaned, because now you had him too close. He had convinced himself he could hold off until returning to the villa. He had been wrong. As you whined his name, he knew it was over, so he pulled his pants up over himself the best he could.

And then Bradley was cumming in his pants like a teenager with his first girlfriend. And it felt so fucking good, too. Your hand was cum soaked and gliding over his skin while you started to grind on his thigh. He needed to get you out of here before you both got kicked out of the resort.

"Where are we going?" you asked, making it really difficult for him to zip his pants while you sat in his lap and licked cum off your hand.

"God damn it," he growled, shoving his tongue between your lips to taste himself there, and then he hoisted you up in his arms and carried you to the golf cart. "I'm taking you back to the villa. We can order dessert later. After I'm done with your pussy."

You were grinding against his abs, that vibrator still doing god's work, prepping you so well for him. Once he got you out on the secluded trail, Bradley pushed you up against a palm tree and sucked on your tits through your dress until you were really loud. Your sticky hand was wrapped around his neck, and he thought he was going to have to fuck you on the seat of the golf cart. Because by some miracle he was already hard again, and he fucking needed you.

"I need you to fuck me," you said abruptly.

"It's literally the only thing I can think about, let me assure you."

"God, Roo! This toy is evil!" you squealed as he got you situated in the golf cart, turned the headlights on and started to drive. Bradley watched you grip the dashboard with both hands as your head tipped back in pleasure.

"Do not cum yet!" he scolded as he drove a little faster.

You turned and glared at him in the dim light. "You're as evil as the toy!"

He laughed at you. He couldn't help it. "I'm about to treat you real sweet if you can just hold off a little longer, Baby Girl."

"Fine!" you shouted, pouting at him while he jerked the steering wheel around the last turn before the villa, lit up but lanterns on the porch, came into view. And then Bradley carried you inside, vibrating pussy and all.

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You were lost somewhere close to euphoria as Bradley laid you gently on the bed and pushed your dress up to your waist. He spread your legs wide as you tried desperately to keep them together. You were ready to cum. This obscene little toy would be your undoing.

"It's so pretty," Bradley whispered, running his thumb along the vibrator as he held you open wide with his body between your legs. "What a gorgeous pussy, soaking wet and filled up."

You were about to beg him to remove the toy when he pulled his phone from his pocket and took some pictures of you. "Please?"

He smirked at you. "Only because you asked so nicely." And then he cranked the app up to the high setting, and your hips shot right off the bed. "Bradley! No!" It was too much. You had been on the edge for too long, receiving pleasure both inside and against your clit.

You wanted the familiar, loving feel of Bradley in and on you. He must have read it on your face or in your voice as he gently removed the vibrator and buried his face in your pussy. The feeling of relief was almost instantaneous. Stubble rubbed your sensitive parts as you wound your fingers in his hair. You felt your body going limp even before your orgasm fully hit. And somehow you just knew what was going to happen before it did.

You propped yourself up slightly, as well as you could, and you watched Bradley work his lips on your overstimulated pussy. And then when you came, you gushed all over his mustache and lips, a sound like a dying animal on your lips. Bradley went harder, lapping up every bit of the squirting mess you made.

Your eyes closed and opened a few times, feeling numb now as you drew your legs together. "I made a mess," you whispered, slurring your words a bit as Bradley eased his body fully on top of yours. He kissed and positively worshipped you with his lips and wet mustache. He smelled like you. The whole room did.

"You squirted, Baby Girl. Not a mess. Perfection. I love it," he whispered, stroking your neck with his thumb and pressing on your pulse point while your eyes closed again. You could feel how hard he was again.

"Bradley?" you whispered, turning your head to the side as he sucked hard on your neck. He was grinding against your body, but you couldn't figure out what to do for him. You just wanted to make him feel good.

"Please?" he rasped, his breath hot on your ear and your neck. "I wanna fuck you."

Silently you spread your legs open for him, and Bradley was thrusting his cock inside you with one hard snap after the next, fucking you into the bed. His lips were harsh on your nipples, and you could only manage to stroke your fingers through his hair softly.

"You feel so good, you feel so fucking good," he grunted, voice shaking as he somehow got you to squeeze gently around his cock while you moaned softly.

When he came, he filled you up, but you were almost asleep by the time he withdrew. "Sweetheart?" he asked, stroking your cheek and kissing your lips. "Are you okay?"

"I'm good," you promised, and he carefully scooped you up against his chest and cradled you in his arms. As you dozed against his chest, you could hear him pick up the phone and say, "Hi, this is the Bradshaws. We're going to need a piece of cheesecake and some clean bedding."

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After Bradley drew a bath and got you situated in the tub with a bottle of water, he kissed you and pulled on some shorts. When the housekeeper arrived, he closed the bathroom door so you had some privacy. You'd never looked quite this spent before.

You weren't wrong. That toy needed to be handled with caution. You had instructed him to wash it, put it back in its case, and send it to the bottom of your sinful suitcase. And now Bradley wasn't sure how soon he would see it again.

Once the bedding was replaced and you were dried off, Bradley led you outside to the deck in your fluffy bathrobe. "Time for dessert," he whispered, and you sat on his thigh with your head on his shoulder. He fed you a bite of cheesecake every time you parted your lips, and when you were chewing, he took one for himself. "You did so good," he promised, kissing your hair and rubbing your thigh. "So so good. Squirted for me and let me cum in your pussy."

You parted your lips again, taking another bite of dessert from the fork as Bradley softly sang your praises with the sound of the waves breaking on the shore as a soundtrack.

When you fell asleep in bed, you were out cold until the morning.

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You only had two days left in Hawaii with Bradley. Your husband. Everything had been perfect. You only wanted to be around him nonstop, have him touching you and talking to you. You didn't know how you were going to be able to fall back into your previous routine when you had to return to San Diego. Because when you had to return to work in a few days, you wouldn't get to have sex every eight hours, and have Bradley feed you dessert, and walk around naked.

You sighed against his cheek. He was sound asleep on the lounge chair, and you carefully extracted your body from his, nearly falling into the pool in the process. With a grin on your face, you tied up your red bikini bottoms and adjusted your top.

The other day, you had slept for twelve hours after Bradley had overstimulated you during dinner. Now it was his turn. He earned this nap. You'd kept him hard for an hour before finally letting him cum inside you. He was almost entirely unwilling to cum anywhere else at the moment, even when you mentioned your face as an example of a lovely place to do that.

You bent and kissed his cheek, and then you slid the deck partition open and took off toward the water. You walked up and down the long stretch of sand, occasionally stopping to wade in the ocean up to your knees.

The north end of the resort where your villa was located was much quieter. You only ran into a handful of people as you searched for shells, which was fine with you. Somehow you hadn't thought to feel self conscious around Bradley during your honeymoon. You'd been strutting around naked or barely clothed and letting him touch you everywhere all the time. But truthfully, you had never really felt shy about your looks around him at all. He was always so excited to tell you what he thought about you physically, and it had always been very flattering.

But now that you were out on the beach instead of just the private patio in your tiny red bathing suit, you were wishing you'd grabbed his floral print shirt from the deck chair.

You washed off the collection of colorful shells you found in the calm, pristine water, and then turned back toward the villa.

"You dropped this one."

You turned back toward the water and saw a guy holding out one of the larger shells you had found. "Thanks," you told him, holding out your hand for it. But with a grin on his face, he shook your hand instead.

"I'm Aaron," he told you, holding your hand expectantly.

You laughed and told him your first name. "I was actually reaching out for the shell."

"I know," he told you with a nod and a laugh. "But the opportunity was too good to pass up."

Now you were holding out a grabby hand which made him laugh more, but he handed you the shell. "I like your tattoo. It's unique," he told you, his eyes dipping down your body. You froze immediately. This was the first time you could recall anyone other than Bradley or your friend Caleb laying eyes on your dainty rooster.

"Thanks," you said, and the word sounded long and drawn out even to your own ears. "It's kind of new," you told him, still in a bit of a daze.

"It's some sort of bird?" he asked, grinning and taking a small step closer. "Are you a bird enthusiast?"

You almost snorted. "Well, I like roosters."

He was rambling on about birds now as his eyes were glued to your tattoo, and you were trying to find a good break in what he was saying to let him know you had to get back to your husband. And that's when you heard Bradley's voice.

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Bradley mumbled your name as he woke up, but when he moved his left arm, you weren't there. The sun was warm on his skin now, and he felt like he had slept for days. You were a handful. You'd spent the last week continuously luring him to bed with you. Not that it was a difficult sell for him at all. He just really needed that nap.

He could hear the music still playing through his phone as he stretched and stood with a groan. It had to be close to dinnertime, and he was starving. But after calling your name and glancing around the villa, he decided to go in search of you before making any decisions about what to eat.

He knelt next to the pool and splashed a little water on his face and ran his fingers through his hair. He really needed to shave, but you kept telling him you were enjoying the rough feel of his facial hair. Maybe he wouldn't shave for the few days both of you had off over the upcoming holidays. Maybe he could even stretch it to your birthday.

How on Earth did he feel so needy for you at the moment? Probably because he'd been with you nonstop for days and days, and he was so used to the feeling of contentment that came when you were close by. He wanted you, so he set off to find you.

Slipping through the open partition, Bradley started to stroll between palm trees and flowering plants and made his way toward the water. And when he glanced to his left, he spotted you right away. It would be impossible to miss you in that sinful little bikini. You told him you bought it in red because it's his favorite color, and that made him feel so smug.

But now some other random asshole was looking at you. In your red bikini. The one you bought to show off how good you looked and make Bradley hard. What the fuck?

Bradley started heading toward you. Now this guy was touching you, and now Bradley was getting pissed. He squinted to get a better look as he got closer, but he could tell his guy was eyeing you up.

"Jesus Christ," Bradley muttered, walking a little faster. He was pointing at your pussy, and Bradley saw him mouth the word 'tattoo' while he did so.

That was for Bradley to look at. Only Bradley. Your husband.

"Oh no you don't," Bradley announced as he strolled up behind you. "This one is mine."

You spun to face him with a bright smile. "You're awake!"

But now this guy was looking at your ass as you wrapped your arms around Bradley's waist.

"Hey," Bradley barked, and the other man's eyes snapped up to meet his. "Give it a rest, man. She's got my rings on her finger, my tattoo by her pussy, and she's still full of my cum from earlier."

"Bradley!" you said with a startled laugh, looking up at him with a thoroughly shocked expression. "Did you wake up on the wrong side of the lounge chair?"

"I did. The side where my wife wasn't there. Let's go."

You muttered an apology to that asshole, saying, "Sorry, he gets a little cranky. He probably needs to be fed."

"Wrong, Baby Girl," he growled, palming your ass and tossing you over his shoulder while you laughed and screeched. "I need to be fucked by my wife."

"Okay, Daddy," you muttered as he carried you back to the villa, stroking his fingers along your thighs. "I can take care of that for you."

Three minutes later, Bradley was splayed back on the lounge chair naked, and you were untying your bikini bottoms again. His hard cock jumped against his abs as the red fabric fell to the deck at your feet.

"Come here," he demanded softly, and you straddled his thighs so he could feel your wet pussy on his balls. "This is mine," he whispered, skimming his fingers along your tattoo as you nodded hungrily at him. "And this is mine." He ran his fingers through your pussy as you cried out in need. "And this is mine, too." He stroked your cheek with his wet fingers and then let you lick yourself from his hand.

You were grinding against his cock, and he couldn't get himself inside you fast enough. "Roo!" you sang so prettily as you rode him. He gripped your hips, guiding you exactly where he wanted you as he covered your tattoo in your own wetness.

"I love you so much," he promised, sliding your bathing suit top to expose both of your tits. He stroked your nipples softly as you bounced on him, then he pulled you closer to get his mouth on you.

He sucked on your tits hard enough to leave bruises that you would feel the next day. And when you came on his cock, whining Daddy loud enough for anyone on the beach to hear, Bradley couldn't stop himself. With your nipple in his mouth, he bucked up into you until he filled you with even more of his cum.

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When you finally caught your breath, you were draped across Bradley with his dick still inside you and your lips on his neck. "Were you a little jealous of that guy on the beach, Roo?" you asked softly.

He gently stroked his hand along your arm until he reached your hand. "He was looking at your tattoo. I was feeling a little territorial."

You laughed, your sticky body rubbing his. "I was feeling a little self conscious. I don't think this bathing suit was made for public consumption."

Bradley kissed your fingers. "It's definitely made for private consumption, Sweetheart. But you look so fucking hot in this tiny scrap of fabric, I can't even be mad that someone else was looking at you."

"You always make me feel good about myself," you whispered, and Bradley wrapped his arms around you.

"Will you wear this in my next calendar?" he asked, and you started laughing again.

"What makes you think you're getting another calendar?"

"I thought I was getting one every year for my birthday!" He'd been thinking about you in another set of calendar photos with a pregnant belly. It was almost too much. Then he'd have two versions of you to jerk off to.

"Mmm," you hummed. "If that's what you really want, I'll see what I can do. Come shower with me."

Bradley carefully washed your body, letting his hands enjoy the feel of all of your curves while you washed his hair. He was nearly panting with his eyes closed as your fingers worked into his scalp. It was just like the first night he ever spent with you. Bradley had known even then that he wanted to end up here with you today.

"I love you, Baby Girl. More than anything."

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Thanks so much for reading! The next chapter will be the end of this series as they return to San Diego. I have loved every minute it this adventure, and I hope you'll keep reading along with Roo and Baby Girl on their next adventure! Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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formulaa-1 · 1 year

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Hi there, can I request a one shot with Oscar Piastri, where he is dating his childhood best friend from Australia, and they are hanging out and visiting both their families and friends while they’re at Melbourne for the Australian GP.

one shot🤿 O.P

fem!reader x Oscar piastri

Oscar’s dating his childhood bestfriend and they visit Australia for the Grand Prix and spend some quality time together 🫶🏼 ps. theres a promise ring at the end 🙈💍

Thankyou so much for the request! I hope this is kind of what you were thinking of because I was kind of just going with whatever came to mind especially the promise ring haha! 🫶🏼🫶🏼

y/n’s pov

if you would have told me 4 years ago id be dating my bestfriend since childhood, I would have laughed in your face.

everyone saw it coming,everyone but us of course.

it happened when we both went on vacation to Hawaii with our families for a little getaway before Oscar started his formula 2 season. we’d all been drinking one night, and me and Oscar were the only ones left; we danced and spun our way across the beach feeling free and laughing til’ we couldn’t breathe anymore. I had spun too fast ,falling over and pulling oscar down with me.

it was like a switch had been flipped.

we couldn’t keep our hands or eyes off of eachother for the rest of the night.

when we woke up, we finally confessed our love to eachother and made things official. as soon as we went downstairs everyone already knew that we had admitted our feelings and that we were now together. typical.

but that was 3 years ago.

we’re now currently in our hometown, melbourne,soaking up the aussie sun at his parents home before the busy race weekend starts and it’s the definition of perfect.

on the first day in Melbourne, oscar had taken me and some of our mutual friends to the Great Barrier Reef and spent the day surfing and swimming.

it was perfect, growing up in Australia I was always too busy with school work and my own sports I never really had much time to explore many of Australia’s natural wonders.

this is one of the things I love the most about Oscar, he’s always so thoughtful and always knows how to make things special. He knew I wanted to go and he made sure it was just that little bit more special for me, he truly is one in a million.

on the second day, he took me to my favourite book shop and insisted on paying for whatever I wanted. I declined and told him he didn’t need to and that I’d pay for them myself but he of course told me to stop being silly and bought them anyway.

on the third day, we ate breakfast in bed and watched all of our favourite films (Harry Potter because Oscar’s a massive nerd just like me) whilst talking about anything and everything.

on the next few days we relaxed,visited friends and family and took time for ourselves.

on the very lasts day Oscar took us on a helicopter ride through Melbourne. It was heavenly,it was truly a dream come true. It was their where he had kissed me on my forehead before pulling out a ringbox, revealing a promise ring.

“y/n, I wanted to give you this as a promise that one day we will have everything we ever wanted and that I’ll be with you for the rest of my life and that even if things get hard I will always be there for you and by your side. this ring also signifies that one day we’ll have that big house with the white picket fence and little mini me’s and mini you’s running around. I love you so much y/n”. he said with tears pricking his eyes.

I had kissed him so passionately and that even tho it was just a promise ring, I knew that it was a promise of the life we would have and for that I couldn’t be happier.

authors note🎀 okay guys !!! what do you think of this?? I’m actually happy with this like AHHH!!! I felt like I was really motivated and it felt like this was kind of an easy flow but let me know what you think 🫶🏼 sorry its taken so long to get round to requests I’ve been very I motivated and had MAJOR writers block or whatever it’s called 🙄 I hope your all okay and looking after yourselves !!!

#f1 instagram au #formula 1 #instagram au #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #fiction #formula 1 imagine #oscar piastri #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri x reader #mclaren #Oscar piastri x y/n #oscar piastri imagine

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suzukiblu · 1 year

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For the guessing game: Kent 👀👀

Just, like, of course Kon's not Clark's . . . family, or whatever. Of course he's just like that one weird kid from down the street that somebody occasionally invites over out of pity who only learns the family secrets by accident or through osmosis and isn't actually kept in the loop or anything. Kon knows that.

But watching Jon beam up at his dad and Clark smile down at his son is still making him want to curl up and die right here and now.

Kon does kind of wonder what it's like to be, like . . . loved, or whatever.

Everybody always makes it sound really nice.

"Dinner's about ready," Clark says. "You two mind setting the table?"

"Sorry, I gotta get going," Kon says instead of admitting he has no idea how to set a fucking table, especially not to whatever Martha Kent's standards are. Cadmus did not actually see fit to educate him on typical household chores and he has very rarely ever sat down at any semblance of a normal family dinner. Like, in Hawaii they all just ate wherever and not even all together half the time, and Cadmus has a cafeteria, and Young Justice just dumps a pile of junk food or takeout on the nearest unoccupied surface and they all just go to town on it like the weird gaggle of semi-superpowered and usually-ravenous teenagers that they are.

He could look it up on his phone, and he probably will later, but there's no way he's gonna run the risk of getting caught looking it up on his phone. Like–no. Never, thanks. Miss him with that particular little bit of "further proof of being a fake person" humiliation.

So it's . . . whatever, he guesses.

"Well, that's alright, we'll just have to catch you another time," Clark says with a polite smile that looks nothing like the one he was just wearing for Jon, and doesn't even fake like he's disappointed or like he's gonna miss him. Because like . . . why would he, after all?

Kon misses him all the time, but . . .

#kon el #clark kent #superboy #superman #superfamily #clarkkent-irons #wip: the one where kon's soulmark is fake

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rottweiler1 · 7 months

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task force headcannons + los vaqueros with dino :33

A/N: some headcannons so u guys know what dino is and their relationships with dino!! and manipulative dino :3

—honestly, the task 141 would be smothern by dinos height like he's a giraffe, making him tall as konig would be cool!!

—definitely got dino reaching items on the tallest cabinet for his teammates whenever they pass by him, but mainly soap. soap asked him to reach something ontop of a shelf? the dinosaurs coming to save ya.

—dino always eats food like a beast, 5 rounds of barbeque? what heaven. i can imagine the task force slowly staring at dino eating his food aggressively like there's no tommorow. soap would've been saying: 'aren't ya full, bonnie?..' gaz was concerned for dinos eating habits but the lil fella manages <33

—fucking flirtatious dino was, yes he was flirtatious when it comes to close friends. dino could be teasing by ghosts ass or praising soap as a joke. the 141 gets the hint but they can get flustered.. simon? rarely. he has an enemy. thats you.

—dino would always steal ghosts hidden candy stashes, especially if its strawberry. dino could be running down the hall with large footsteps and ghost would yell curses at dino. (got scolded by laswell at the end.. but dino ate the candy :33)

—definitely is the type of guy to ask price: 'when are we there?' like a family in a car ride to a trip to hawaii or something and the annoying little one goes are we almost there? price got so fucking annoyed and had to just say a bit of cursing to dino.

—in a mission? dino has stashes of food in his multiple pockets.. candy, chocolate, drinks, he was a beast anyways.

—dinos the one to measure his dick every one in 3 months.

—the 141 are super fucking concerned for dino because of his weirdness.. but dino is dino! but whats worse is dino snoring so loudly. compare that to a dinosaur roar and you can hear him through the halls. some people slept.. a lot could not to the fact they taped his mouth.

—to be fair, dino loves his teammates even after his manipulative side took over, sometimes he can be nice to simon, real with price and all. love em! but just so you know.. his sister is in another branch. (shhh.. fem!reader.)

—well, ghost has a enemy rivalry towards dino. why you may ask? cause dino was the better one in selection and possibly manipulated ghost once into his own desires. his own greed. but then the dino and the ghost were seperated after selection, never to be seen again.

—talking about ghost, ghost was a bit mad. he was the only own who could see dino's manipulative personality behind those black shades and sharp teeth designed mask. especially taking away his (he wouldn't admit this but..) best pal, soap. ghost knew that you knew he liked soap. (platonically or romantic, however u want!!)

—dino would always put a hand close to their teammates back, basically telling ghost that he won his endgame. ghost despised dino. very. dino also despised ghost because when he was new, ghost was a very fitting man.. despite dinos tall height, his feelings took over to be better then THE ghost.

—now, a relationship with price? father son. well atleast its like that. price was always commanding, strict towards his teammates. dino wanted to get the best out of him so he knew that price liked to be called dad if he had kids. after a mission, dino said dad towards him. price stood there, frozen. dino stared, but he knew it made price grow affection.

—price would teach dino how to snipe better since his aim was a little off, just picture a father and son playing soccer in the backyard. that is price and dino. dino would shoot, price would command at him. aim higher, lower, to the left or to the right. lets say dino got more better to headshots.

—and as dino as he is, a savage, a beast in disguised as a human, he did give a fathers birthday card to gain more affection from price.. to be better. dino was manipulative and price was falling under the trick. atleast he was stealing attention away from ghost..

—dino with gaz were like a married couple but without the married couple. gaz was there for dino, dino trusted gaz the most between his soft gaze.. no chemistry but dino felt safe around gaz. gaz could be listening to dino rant about today, or dino could listen to what gaz was saying. it was like a couple but not.

—dino would always hang out with kyle, making gaz feel more like he had a bodygaurd.. well.. it was complicated.

—dino would puff out his chest to look more intimidating.. gaz hits him from the back and says 'cut it off.'

—gaz would give dino food like feeding a stray cat, very simple and pleasant , all fun and games till hes asking for more more more like a food dispenser.

—have extra food on your plate but you dont wanna eat? no worries, dino would eat it all. he eats so much and yet he works out so much.

—soap with dino.. gym buddies.

—soap would tell dino for more weights, more and more till dino breaks. and dino fell once.. youch. he had to go to the infirmary for that. 'bonnie! fuck.. ya good?' soap said as dino grunted, laying back on the bed.

—soap supported dino whenever you were called to fight someone, so as price and gaz but soap was louder then them. hugs dino whenever they win.

—dino would sometimes take out his flirtatious personality and made jokes.. after the holidays, he watched some tiktok. dino then made gaz look the other away before pulling his chin back to face him.. as soap, he then sang the treat me like white tees song.. backing up his bro!! (gaz is embarrassed.)

—well soap and dino were a great duo.. soap would try to sound like him in that voice of yours while you tried to say things in gaelic. soap was wheezing louder like cleaning some mirror for it to sound so squeaky + a bird dying. u tried.

(small ghoap shipping for yall !!)

—dino would smirk at ghost, after a flirtatious stunt ghost glared at dino with daggers under that skull, dinos hand would lean to his thigh as soap stood there, processing what the fuck dino did.. soap then laughed, hitting dinos arm a few times, getting the joke.. dino glanced at soap before snickering under his breath. ghost stood there, leaning back against the shadows, wanting to rip off that dino's head into 2 matching halves.

(relationship board!!)

dino to price : fatherly bond

dino to soap : his bro

dino to gaz : a best friend

dino to ghost : a big ass bastard who deserves to rot in hell and hoping noone would go for your fucking funeral.

(dw ghost will learn to respect dino, dino will respect ghost!! :3)

shh.

file;

(F!M Y/N L/N.)

AGE: (A/N.)

COUNTRY; (C/N.)

CALLSIGN: Kitty.

#cod fanfic #cod mw2 #cod x reader #call of duty #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #john price #gaz kyle garrick #male reader #dinosaur #dino #cod headcannons #kitty

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fredandginger64 · 20 days

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Sorry, but I don't get Jeanne. She immediately tells Dean she will give him a divorce? Nah, this woman was a piece of work. She had another man I believe, although I'm not sure if it was before or after Dean asked for a divorce in 1969. Probably before, she was all too ready to divorce him. And Dean, with the 22 year old beauty queen. Well that sizzled fast. Dean just could never find the happiness he was looking for, and he certainly didn't find it with Jeanne. I think he married Catherine Hawn, hoping he could be happy but that didn't work either. And Jeanne darling, if Dean Martin had wanted to go somewhere with you by himself, then I assure you he would have, come to think of it, didn't Dean and Jeanne take off to Hawaii when Dean left Jerry to handle the premiere of 'You're Never Too Young' by himself? Or did the kids go along too? Or Mack Gray? Anyway, then she says Dean has never loved anybody but her. She knew better than that! It's the very reason she hated Jerry Lewis. It seemed the newspapers were Jeanne's friends back then. They appeared to be on her side and Jeanne ate it up, granting interviews like these. That woman knew what she was doing from the time she met and stole Dean from the time she finally divorced him in 1972. And I still say, the only time Dean Martin was ever happy was his early days with Jerry, BEFORE he married Jeanne.

#dean martin #jeanne martin #jerry lewis #newspaper articles #my clippings #jeanne was a piece of work

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alj4890 · 3 months

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Your mission, if you choose to accept it! :)

I'm sending a GIF to everyone who has participated in Tobias Carrick Appreciation Week this year. Can you create a ficlet (or anything you desire) based on this by Sunday? If so, you'll get one extra chance at the prize to be selected on Monday! :)

Here is your GIF: (Let's pretend this is Chris! lol)

LOL! Okay, I laughed way too hard when I saw this gif and imagined Chris and Tobias having this conversation. This isn't part of any of my AU's (but could possibly become one). Going back to book 3 for this one. I couldn't resist doing this one for the week.

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Chris moaned as she rolled over in bed. Her stomach gurgled, reminding her that it wasn't happy at all with the grilled cheese sandwich she ate late the night before. Clutching it while silently praying for all to calm down, she gave up the fight and dashed to the bathroom.

"Oh god." She choked as the contents of her stomach burst forth.

A sleepy Sienna came to check on her.

"You okay?" She wet a rag and handed it to Chris.

Chris shook her head and curled up in the fetal position on the tile floor.

Sienna sat down next to her, gently repositioning the rag at the back of Chris's neck.

"Thanks." Chris croaked. "You're really good at taking care of people."

She tried to smile at her sweet, best friend.

"You ought to look into making a career out of that."

Sienna chuckled, drawing her knees up and setting her chin on them.

"I'll look into that in the morning. For now, let's figure out what's going on with you."

Chris shrugged and immediately regretted moving. "Probably food poisoning."

"I would agree, but you've started doing this on a regular basis the last couple of weeks. Food poisoning usually lasts about two days. Rare cases go on for longer."

Chris paled some. "Maybe I have a rare one or a stomach virus."

Sienna shook her head. "But you aren't staying sick. Once six in the morning rolls around, you're fine."

Chris shivered as a niggling thought came to mind.

Could I be pregnant?

Sienna placed her hand upon Chris's forehead.

"No fever." She muttered, knowing they should consider something bigger than a virus. "Chris?"

"I know, I'm thinking it too." She closed her eyes.

"You want me to run out and buy a test?" Sienna asked.

"No." Chris sat up. "I'll get one after work."

Sienna wrapped her in a hug.

Chris began to tear up as she held tight to her.

How am I going to tell him, she wondered.

******************

Chris walked into the diagnostics office and nodded a brief greeting to the team.

"Morning." She managed to get out.

"Good morning." Harper greeted. "I stopped off at a bakery on the way in."

She held a box of doughnuts towards her. "Would you like one?"

Chris swallowed against the bile rising up. The smell of the jelly filled ones was sickeningly sweet. Shaking her head weakly, she took a seat at the far end of the table.

"No thank you." She mumbled.

"You're missing out, Chris." Tobias picked another one from the box. "These are some of the best doughnuts I've had in a while."

Ethan paused in choosing a case when he noticed the green tinge coloring Chris's pale skin.

"Are you all right?" He asked.

Harper and Tobias turned back towards Chris in concern.

She pressed her hand to her mouth and dashed out of the room.

The trio watched her run into the bathroom.

"I'll go check on her." Harper followed her out.

*****************

A few hours later, Chris was finishing up some paper work. She was grateful the office was empty. Harper had a scheduled surgery while Ethan and Tobias were making their rounds.

She wasn't up to any more questions concerning the reasons for her nausea.

Her thoughts drifted back to Hawaii. Ines's wedding trip had been the surprising start of Chris's current state. A lot of things began that fateful trip that had surprised her.

One in particular was the doctor who'd volunteered to leave the airport and come along with her to stop a patient from leaving Edenbrook with a ruptured appendix.

******************

Two months earlier...

"I'll go with you." Tobias offered.

Chris stared at him. "You will?"

"Yeah. I don't mind taking a later flight." He grinned at her.

The two ran out of the airport, jumped in the first taxi they saw, and somehow managed to arrive at Edenbrook right as Chris's patient was walking out of the lobby.

After running some more tests, Chris's theory that his appendix was in a different spot of his body, and heavily inflamed, was proven to be right.

"Wow." Tobias leaned closer to study the ct scan. "That was an amazing catch."

"I'm lucky." She folded her arms. "He could have left here and ended up worse than before, possibly dying before someone else discovered his appendix wasn't in the usual spot."

In thanks for saving him, the patient offered his private plane to fly them to Hawaii.

"I'm always coming with you when you have patients." Tobias teased her. "If you're going to get me perks like this, I'm going to be your partner on all your cases."

Chris laughed as she settled next to him.

"If the positions were reversed, I'd tell you the same thing." She said.

Once they were free to move about the cabin, Tobias tugged her out of her seat.

"Let's see what multimillionaires decide are needed for travel."

Chris eagerly went along with him to see all the amenities the plane offered. After being in awe of the theater, the pair stumbled into a private bedroom.

"Want to try it out?" Tobias asked.

He stretched out on the bed and patted the spot next to him.

Chris fought back a smile. "I don't know. Can you be trusted?"

"In bed?" He winked at her. "If you want to have a very good time, then yeah."

She rolled her eyes, her smile flashing over his cockiness.

"Look, I understand if you think you won't be able to keep your hands to yourself." He teased."

"Ha. Ha." Chris climbed into the bed with him. "You wish I'd let my hands wander."

"I mean, I wouldn't say no to some hand action." He snickered when she playfully pushed him.

"You're horrible, you know that?" She laughed when he gasped dramatically.

"And besides," she turned on her side to face him. "I don't touch anyone without kissing them first."

Tobias rolled on his side to look at her. "I wouldn't say no to that either. In fact, I think it might be pretty good."

"Come on." Chris began to laugh. "Do you really expect me to believe you've thought about us kissing."

"Yeah, I do." His eyes flickered down to her mouth before returning to her startled gaze. "Don't you feel it?"

"The sexual tension?" She whispered.

He nodded.

"I do." She bit down on her bottom lip.

"You shouldn't do that." He cupped her face, gently tugging her lip free with his thumb.

"Why shouldn't I?" She placed her hand over his.

"Because then, it'll have to be soothed." He murmured, pressing a tender kiss to her lips.

He took her bottom lip between his and gently sucked on it.

Chris moaned. She pulled him closer, kissing him again and again.

Their heavy make out session turned more intense. Whispering encouragement to one another so the flight attendants wouldn't overhear, they managed to get undressed and slipped under the covers.

Their bodies writhed in ecstasy with each pleasurable sensation the other caused. They couldn't seem to get enough of the other, as they found themselves making love the entire flight over.

When they landed, Tobias asked Chris if she'd like to be his date at the wedding.

"I think we could have a great time." He winked at her.

Blushing some at the way he looked at her, she readily agreed.

****************

The rest of the trip and once they got back had been filled with such moments as those on the plane. Chris and Tobias began a relationship of sorts. They met up whenever they could and things typically ended with them back at his place for sex.

"I've got to get a test." She said to the empty room.

Realizing she couldn't put it off any longer, she headed to the lab.

****************

A couple of hours later...

"Hey." Tobias walked into the diagnostics office. "You paged me?"

Chris clasped her hands in front of her and tried to think of how to break the news to him.

Noticing how pale she was, he reached out and cupped her cheek.

"You okay?" He asked, his eyes narrowed in concern.

"Yes." She swallowed. "I mean, no. Not really."

His eyebrow lifted.

"I'm pregnant." She blurted out.

He stilled, his hand dropping from her face.

"What?" He asked in disbelief.

"I'm pregnant." She said once more. "Seven weeks to be exact."

"Seven." He repeated.

Chris knew he was quickly calculating how long they'd been together.

"We used protection." He reminded her.

"And it was ineffective."

Tobias shook his head. "Condoms don't break."

Chris couldn't believe what she was hearing.. "What?"

"They don't break." He repeated. "Birth control pills can fail easily but condoms are--"

"Hang on!" Chris held her hand up to make him stop talking so stupidly. "Are you, a well respected doctor, seriously telling me that condoms are full proof? A man made product, never fails?"

Tobias knew they failed. He was merely in a state of shock and panic. Fatherhood never came to mind when he thought about his future. And now, here was a woman, one he was truly interested in progressing their relationship, dropping a massive life changing bomb on him.

He fell into one of the office chairs as the realization struck.

"Holy hell." He muttered.

"That's more like it." Chris sat down across from him.

After a few minutes of silence, he reached over and took her hand in his.

"How are you feeling?" He asked.

Tears filled her eyes. "I'm shocked. Scared. I was terrified of telling you."

She sniffed, wiping her tears with the back of her hand. "I always wanted children, but I thought it would be years after I became a doctor."

He nodded, lowering his eyes to her hand in his.

"You know I'll support you, however much you want me to." He promised.

"Do you want this baby?" She asked, bracing herself for the truth.

"I honestly don't know." He admitted. "It's not like I don't want it, I just never thought of ever having one."

"I understand." She mumbled.

"Hey." He pulled her over until she was sitting in his lap. "Just because I'm in shock, doesn't mean I won't step up and try and be a good father if you decide to have this baby."

He rested his forehead against hers, cuddling her close.

"I think I do want this baby." She said softly. "I'm terrified to do this alone, but if you see you can't do it, I'll understand."

"You won't be alone." He vowed. "Whatever else happens between us," he gently put his hand on her stomach, "this will always have us as a team."

Chris wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him tight. He hugged her back then simply held her while each became lost in thought.

She rested her head on his shoulder in relief that this part was over. Though the future was still unclear, she at least felt more confident in moving forward.

"What should we do?" She whispered.

"I'm thinking lunch." He grinned when she snorted on a surprised laugh. "Then I think you and I should have dinner tonight."

"You do?"

He nodded. "We're still getting to know each other. I think we should spend as much time as we can to become even closer."

She sat up, looking into his eyes.

Could we possibly fall in love, she wondered.

As if reading her thoughts, he pressed a tender kiss to her mouth.

"Would you like to go out with me?" He asked.

She nodded.

He kissed her again. "Then I'll meet you in the locker room later tonight."

They got up with him heading to the door. He paused and looked back at her over his shoulder. He noticed the calm yet somewhat sad expression on her face. He felt a deep need to remove whatever was making her look like that.

"Hey Chris?"

"Hmm?"

"Just in case you don't know, I am pretty crazy about you."

Her head jerked up with her lips parting in surprise. A slight blush graced her cheeks. Hearing him say something like that in his deep voice gave her hope.

Maybe we will fall in love.

With his goal being accomplished, he left to finish his rounds.

#tcaw #tobias carrick appreciation week #tobias x chris #tobias carrick x mc #tobias carrick #choices open heart #choices fic writers creations #open heart fanfic

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multiversefanfics · 1 year

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Uncle Bucky

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader Warnings: nothing but fluff, maybe a few cuss words Summary: You and Bucky offer to watch Tony and Pepper's daughter, Morgan while they went on a 2nd honeymoon, while you two are watching her, Bucky brings up that he wants to have a baby with you.

You and Bucky were out finding a place to get ice cream when your phone rang, you looked down and it was Tony, you sighed and answered "Listen, Stark I told you I'm not coming in unless Steve buys me new fruit snacks." There was a chuckle on the other end of the phone "That's not why I'm calling, Pepper and I planned a 2nd honeymoon, but our babysitter backed out last minute. Do you think, you and Cyborg can watch Morgan for the weekend? I'll pay you triple what I pay the babysitter." You smiled wide and looked over at Bucky who was staring at the road ahead "Of course we can watch Morgan this weekend, and Tony you don't have to pay us." There was a sigh of relief coming from what you assume was Pepper "Hey hey, don't tell him that." Bucky uttered while smiling at you, and you playfully rolled your eyes "We'll be over in 20 minutes, did Morgan eat yet?" Bucky pulled into an ice cream shop waiting for the answer "Yeah, she ate. Why?" You smirked over at Bucky "Just asking, wanted to make sure before we got food if we needed to bring her some." You both exchanged goodbyes and you and Bucky went to get your ice cream, you got Morgan some as well since she had already eaten she could get a treat of course you didn't tell Tony.

You two got your ice cream and made your way to Tony and Pepper's house "Morgan sounded excited to know that her uncle Bucky was coming over." You smiled over at him watching a smile creep up on his face "I'm excited too, although Stark got her calling me cyborg, it's cute when she says it." You both smiled and waited for Bucky to come around your side and open your door for you. You both walked up to Tony and Pepper's door, you knocked and waited for someone to answer, just then the door swung open revealing a very hyperactive little girl. "Uncle Bucky!" Morgan jumped into his arms hugging him tightly "Hi Morgan, I missed you!" You smiled and continued to walk inside finding Pepper in the living room finishing their bags "Hey, where are you guys headed?" Pepper zipped the bag and looked at you "I wanted to go to Hawaii, Tony wanted to go to Bora Bora, so we compromised and we're going to Bora Bora." She playfully rolled her eyes as Tony came up and kissed her temple "What's in the cup?" You smiled wide and turned the cup around "We brought Morgan ice cream." Tony groaned and watched his little bundle of joy run over to the ice cream. She looked up at you with puppy dog eyes “Is that for me?” She smiled sweetly at you hoping it was for her “Of course, Bubbles.” You leaned down and handed her the cup and a spoon, you stood up straight watching her run to the kitchen table, you turned to Tony “She’ll be okay, we’re gonna run it off after and she’ll be asleep at her usual time.” You smiled sweetly hoping Tony would believe that, he looked at you and then nodded “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but Cyborg you’re in charge.” Bucky chuckled and nodded his head “I’ll keep them in check.” Tony sighed and quickly kissed Morgan’s forehead and grabbed their bags basically running out of the door and into their car. You turned to look at Bucky “When she’s done with her ice cream, I’m gonna give her a bath and we’re gonna help her wind down with a movie.” Bucky walked over to where Morgan was sitting and sat in front of her, pretending to take her ice cream, she giggled and moved the cup away so he wouldn't get it.

You watched them interact, wondering if it would be the same if you two had a kid together, you both are still very young and a baby would just complicate things, right? You've brought it up to Bucky before but he wasn't ready, you were a little upset but truthfully you weren't ready either. You shook those thoughts away and started to make a makeshift bed on the couch “Alright Morgan, movie time!” You earned a giggle from her while she put her toys away. “Carry me, Cyborg!” She squealed waiting for Bucky to pick her up, he chuckled and scooped her up into his arms ‘flying’ her over to where you were sitting, he plopped her down in between the two of you and you pressed play. Morgan wanted to watch ‘Frozen’ but Bucky talked her into ‘Tangled’ You smiled wide watching both Bucky and Morgan sing along to the songs. About half an hour later you noticed Morgan's breathing slowed down and she wasn't singing anymore, you looked down and saw she was sleeping "Hey, babe she's asleep do you mind-" You looked up and saw Bucky sleeping as well, you smiled to yourself and quickly took a picture, sending it to Tony and Pepper. You carefully picked Morgan up, rubbing her back softly so she wouldn't wake up. You went into her room and slowly laid her down in her bed, you tucked her in softly kissing her forehead. You smiled down at her before walking out of her room shutting her door a little but leaving it open a bit. You made your way back to the living room seeing that Bucky was awake "Hey gorgeous." He smiled and stretched his arms out for you to crawl into., which you happily did. He wrapped his arms around you, running his fingertips up and down your back "She asleep?" You nodded against his chest, leaning up to kiss his cheek "You two looked adorable." You pulled out your phone showing him the picture you took of the two of them, he smiled wide looking intently at the picture "You know, maybe we should have a baby." You sat straight up looking at him "What?" He followed your movements with his eyes, his smile not falling "I'm serious, let's have a baby." You smiled even wider and pressed your lips to his, Bucky was finally on board with having a baby and you couldn't be happier you pulled back resting your forehead on his "Let's have a baby."

Main Masterlist - Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Tags: @megamindsecretlair

#avengers #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky x you #bucky fanfic

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skyland2703 · 2 months

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Javelia attempts to babysit Baby Pacha. Chaos ensues.

This isn't the best, but maybe I'll rework it in the future~

Loud metal crunching noises followed a shriek, followed by glass breaking, followed by Amelia Jones's disgruntled grunt.

"THAT LAMP COST 200 BUCKS," Javi's high pitched voice followed across the room as he stood atop the highest piece of furniture in their living room, a victorian-looking settee that they'd purchased from OLX just a month ago, watching in pain as Amelia chased around a robot dinosaur across the room, toppling over anything and everything.

"Shut it, pricetag" she snapped back, and Javi huffed, crossing his arms indignantly, "I AM—"

"Javi," her voice teetered on the thin line between "I’m going to murder you if you say another word" and "nobody's ever going to find your body, if I do", and Javi did shut it, for good, this time, because he wasn't someone to mess with his girlfriend. So instead, he chose to just watch carefully as his girlfriend slithered around the room, silent, deadly, and trying to entrap baby pacha, who was wearing Aiyon's apron around her neck— grid knew where he got that from— and flying across the room at the speed of a zord, and had already eaten through all of their electronic appliances— zords ate metal— and while Javi was going to make sure Ollie buy them new of... everything, he was also fucking terrified.

"THAT COOKER WAS 130$" followed by more crunching noises.

"THAT REFRIGERATOR WAS 800 BUCKS AMELIA WE'RE GONNA DIE IN CREDIT CARD DEBT—" unrelated, he'd been shouting the prices of the various items baby pacha had eaten all through the night.

They were pet-sitting the little zord while Ollie and Aiyon, who had basically adopted her, were away on their honeymoon. It was quite something, and Javi had thought it'd be a piece of cake.

And it had been, until Ollie and Aiyon's flight landed in Hawaii. They'd called back to check in on how the Red and Black rangers had been doing, and Baby Pacha had heard their voices, and hone hyper. If Javi would ever analyse this moment for an autobiography, he'd have very gracefully written, "I just knew she missed them. No matter what anyone said, they were the only family she had left, and she was a child, it was excusable to miss them." BUT, then, Baby Pacha had eaten Javi's metal arm.

Solon could always make him a new metal arm, but that didn't stop Javi from being utterly frightened by the capacity of a zord to swallow him raw.

So yes, Javi stood, terrified, on top of the settee, a little bit out of baby pacha's reach, though if she'd wanted to reach him, all she needed to do was jump.

Amelia was relatively calm about the situation, though, by judging that little vein in her forehead that was throbbing like it was about to pop, she too, was about to lose it.

And this was their first night alone. And it was three AM.

He was a million percent sure that she'd probably be teleporting the baby zord to Hawaii the next chance she got.

If they— and their apartment— survived the night, that is.

#amelia jones #javi garcia #ollie akana #aiyon #baby pacha #power rangers #power rangers dino fury #minific asks #minific #my fic #power rangers cosmic fury #tw: lots of eating metal.

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bee-birb · 8 months

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compiled my thoughts whilst watching sonic prime s3, shes a doozy

WATCHING IT

he ate shit again :3

AHHHH THEY HELD HANDS (for half a second to propel forward) BUT STILL

shadow COUGHING??? he can get HURT??? nah he just fell

HE ATE SHIT AGAIN I LOVE THIS SONIC

🎶there goes hawaii, there-ere goes hawaii🎵 🎵there goes hawaii, the island is gone🎶

THE FIGHT CHOREOGRAPHY IS GORGEOUS

THE LITTLE DETAILS AHHHH LIKE TEHIR EYES MOVING AND EARS AND SHADOWS CHEST FUR MOVES WHEN HE BREATHES AHHHH SO GOOD

BIRDIE GO BRRRR

times sonic has eaten shit this season: 4

nine: “i hate chili dogs!” sonic: dramatic and wounded gasp

I need to get this off my chest why does sonic slap his ass as a taunt ive seen it in prime and ive seen in in x, this is a recurring theme and i am wtfing at it, why does sonic have a thing for smackin his ass as a taunt? idk but its fuckin hilarious, your ass is not that juicy it is not tempting, save the ass slapping for the bedroom you blue gumball son of a bitch, Sonic you have flat ass syndrome stop

DYING ONE OF THE BIGS JUST GOT SPINDASHED AND LOST HIS MEMORY AND STARTED TALKING BRITISH THIS WAS NEVER RESOLVED WHAT THE FUCK, DAMNIT NOW I HAVE TO HATE PIRATE BIG CUZ HES FUCKIN BRITISH

GIANT BIG HAHAHAHAHA GIANT BIG ROBOT SOBS HES JUST A GUY HE DOESNT DESERVE TO BE MADE A ROBOT DOUBLE WHO SHITS FROGGIE NUKES

where the FUCK is sonics boyfriend you cant hide in the crater the entire climax battle dumbass getchyo gay striped glutes out here and save you bf

bro got hit with a bomb and SURVIVED

SCREAMS AT THE GAY IDIOTS IN THE CREVICE DOING GAY SHIT LIKE SMASHING EACH OTHER GAYYYY

LMAO SHADOW ACTUALLY SMILED, granted, he was talking about “smashing hordes of sonics” (probably about destroying them but it was offcamera so we’ll never know) IT WAS SO CUTE

i also need 4 rocks, 80 ft of vine, and a time machine

times sonic has eaten shit this season: 6

the gang is not impressed by sonics bf

there goes hawaii, there-there goes hawaii, there goes hawaii, the island is gone pt 2

gonna draw this stupidhead 🫶

THE LIL NODS I AM SCREAMING

me when 6 identical copies of me attack my boyfriend (its kinda hot)

"AAAAAHHAAAHHAAAA! aaaahhhaaaahhh! splat."

YUHHH STEP ON YOUR BOYFRIEND AGAIN thats like what the 4th time???

renegade knux makes the best faces ngl like his expressions are top tier

shadow has not been onscreen in 10 minutes give me more of the edgy swifty, THE KING HAS RETURNED

SHADOW NODDING WHEN SONIC SACRIFICES HIMSELF HE KNOWS AHHHHH THE FUCKING NODS I AM SCREAMING THEY ARE COMMUNICATING WITHOUT WORDS LOSING MY MARBLES GOING KOOKY SCREAMING

OMGOMGOMG WHEN SONIC IS SAYING HOW HES GONNA SACRIFICE HIMSELF AND HE SAYS "If I do this" AND SHADOWS FISTS TIGHTEN HE CARES IM NOT CRAZY BUT IM SURE NOT NORMAL

CRYING he still has a smile as hes going to fucking DIE AHHHHH SCREAMING

ahhh the gateways are the shape of the shards

HE FUCKING SMILES AS HES ABOUT TO GET THE LIFE SUCKED OUT OF HIM HIS LITERAL GLUE HOLDING HIS ATOMS TOGETHER WILL BE SLURPED LIKE SPAGHETTI THROUGH A STRAW AND THIS INSUFFERABLE SELF SACRIFICING IDIOT IS SMILING IM GOING TO COMMIT SEVERAL WAR CRIMES

HIS FISTS TIGHTEN AGAIN WHEN THE MACHINE TURNS ON IM LOSING MY GRIP ON REALITY

AHHHHHHHHH THE FUCKING DROOP THE REACH SCREAMS IN AGONY THE HOPE IN HIS EYES AND HOW HE REACHES UP TO HELP- HE DROPS IT HIS EARS DROOP HES SAD AND LOSES LIGHT AND HIS EYES OH HIS EYES SPEAK MULTITUDES

old man soccer

HE STAYS BEHIND WHILE THE RESISTANCE FIGHTS THE CC SO HE CAN MAKE SURE SONIC DOESNT EAT SHIT WHILE HES BREAKING APART AT THE SEAMS

gay ass hand on hip side lean, fucking queer

OMGGGGG RUSTY KEPT THE GRIM ROSE HAMMER CACKLES SHE WILL BECOME AN EVEN BETTER WEAPON OF MASS DESTRUCTION

HIS FISTSSSSS THEY CLENCH WHEN SONIC IS LIKE DYING ON THE SHIPPPP

hA the sisters rose are FAILING now his bf gets to save his blue gumball ass

HE LOOKS SO SAD WHEN SONIC FAINTS GEDGIYFVJITWSGHIFE

BRO IS FUCKING TRANSPARENT SIR WHO GAVE YOU THE PERMISSION TO BE SO LOW OPACITY YOUR ATOMS ARE SLINGING AWAY FROM YOUR CONSCIOUSNESS FASTER THAN IF YOU WERE RADON YOU SELF DESTRUCTIVE IMBECILE

THE FUCKING NODS I CANTTTTTT

SONIC SMILES HES SO HAPPY TO SEE SHADS ON THE PRISM

lol rock gone get rekt eggbreath

HE DOES LITTKE EAR WIGGLES AHHH SO CUTE

you have 13 seconds before the island fucking explodes you hot topic wannabe and you blue gumball son of a bitch. you have done nothing but destroy my life, i hope you both die.

SCREAMS IT IS BEAUTIFUL EXCELLENT ENDING 10/10 WHERE THE FUCK DID SHADOW GO WITH THE THING IDC ITS BEAUTIFUL CRYING WHERES MY FANFIC

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queenlua · 1 month

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my husband woke up at 2am last night, made himself an entire tray of nachos & ate them, drank a beer, and then went back to sleep

meanwhile*i* woke up at 5am last night & apparently (according to the notes app on my phone) did some surprisingly exhaustive research on "ok what are the origins of the Don't Travel To Hawaii thing, like which specific groups/organizations did it come from, and oh huh actually now i'm curious if there's a separatist movement as well, also what's the composition of the economy etc," tapped out half a post about it, and then went back to sleep

#i... i had no recollection of this until i saw the draft on my phone #apparently my Poaster's Instincts are strong #anyway. i am a night gremlin who married a differently-weird night gremlin

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canonicallysoulmates · 10 months

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J2 Hawaii Con Main Panel 2023

What was Jensen’s experience voicing the Red Hood? And when will we see him on the big screen?

That was his first big voiceover gig and it was great because then it got him the opportunity to play another character in that world so he loved that experience and he’s continuing to do stuff like that just as Batman instead. And he’s ready and waiting for somebody to give him an opportuniy like that on the big screen. x

What is their favorite food that they ate on scene? And what is their favorite food to eat behind the scenes?

Jensen says it would be so much easier to name the least favorite.

Jared says they were literally watching outtakes in the green room before this panel but in the s15 ep with Mrs. Butters the scene where Sam gets cake for his birthday, Jared was training for a marathon and he was hungry all the time so there was like 3-4 leftover cakes and he took every one of them home, and the scene with Dean and Amara in the bakery there was a bunch of real stuff in the case and he was like 'I’m taking that home' about a bunch of different things so he would take food home all the time.

Jensen asks Jared if there was anything from catering or craft services he would almost eat daily and I love it because before Jared can fully give his answer Jensen is saying the katsu chicken, and because it was Jared’s favorite they all had to have it once a week too.

Jensen mentions a trail mix craft services had that he would eat so much off, and then one day Maisie went up to him as he was having a handful and asked him if he knew what the raisins, peanuts, and almonds were and he was confused until she told him they’re just obstacles keeping him from the m&ms.

So that was something off camera he would eat almost every day, on camera Dean ate a lot of crap. The worst was the turducken, he was forced to eat so much of it, it got to the point where he would eat- he would take a bite and because it was so in character would take a bite at the beginning of a scene, now they know that’s a rookie mistake, you take a bite at the end of a scene so when they yell cut you can spit it out into the spit bucket and you don’t have to swallow but his dumbass was constantly eating throughout a whole scene so he got really good at taking a bite in the first take and then shadow biting in the second. Jared says Jensen would even do this when the coverage was on him so the cameras would be over his shoulder and yet he'd see Jensen grab the food and eat but he'd just be fake eating. His favorite to eat were the taquitos they were so good but they never got to have them again because they were store-bought and the grocery store that sold them went out of business. x

Next is not a question it's a fan telling them a dad joke x

What is an item on their bucket list?

Jensen doesn’t have a bucket list. Jared has one item and it’s to make Jensen create a bucket list. x

Would Jensen ever consider doing the Masked Singer?

No. He’s only seen a few of those early on and he’s seen promotions of it, and the costumes look very uncomfortable, and the singing has to be prerecorded so you’re just dancing around in a furby outfit. Jared asks him if he would do it? And Jensen replies that not on TV. x

When the SPN reboot comes around, is Jesus going to be a part of it?

Jensen points towards Jared and says he already is, and then gives him a little pat on the knee and it quickly goes from cute to hilarious because Jared stretches his arms out like on the cross 😂

Jensen doesn’t know but maybe, hopefully, we’ll see. x

What is one of their most memorable times where they tried to impress their wife?

Jared replies that he likes to lead with his worst qualities so he thinks the majority of the first year and a half of his relationship with G was probably all failures because he was like 'listen i'm gonna fart, and not shower, and not take good care of myself but if you can deal with that the rest is actually decent'.

......and they say romance is dead.

Jensen says he’s been trying to impress D since he met her and he doesn't think he's done it yet but he desires to keep trying. x

Are they still interested in re-doing Lonesome Dove together? Or is there some other project they want to star in together?

Jared would love to he thinks it'd be an awesome idea. And actually, the key makeup artist on Walker won an Emmy award for makeup on Lonesome Dove. Hell yes, he’d love to.

Jensen says it would be fun to do something as brothers again whether it’s Lonesome Dove or SPN. x

Was there something they were looking forward to watching or something that surprised them that they watched while they weren't working?

Jensen didn’t watch anything, three kids under the age of ten is consuming.

Jared watched Top Gun Maverick which was awesome. Beyond that Coco Melon.

Jensen says he's seen so much Bluey, he almost had to go as Bandit for Halloween until his daughter decided she didn't wanna go as Bluey she wanted to go as Black Cat. He does say that D watches Gilded Age and he proxy has watched it and gotten into it but it’s a soap opera. He also watched all of Gen V cause he was curious to see how bad he looked so he watched his scene but ended up watching the whole episode then wanted to see everything so he went back and started from the beginning, and called Kripke to ask how many hit shows one man needs. x

What is something they took for granted while they were on SPN and didn't realize?

Jared's honest answer is he thinks he took for granted the city of Vancouver. He and Jensen did a really good job in the last 2 or 3 years off if they had a late call or night shooting at 6pm they’d sneak off to ski or go for a bike ride or something but often they were just working and he didn't have an excuse G, D and the kids weren’t in Van most of the time they were at home watching them taking them to school and stuff but he doesn’t think he took enough advantage he thinks he kept waiting for life to happen to him instead of realizing it was already happening.

Jensen says the set atmosphere. It really became what it was organically, it naturally established a really fun, welcoming culture on set that as guest stars would go on they would comment on it and say it was the best place to work. And they’d think that’s cool never really thinking it was by design but now they both know how precious that is and understand that in order to achieve that you have to put in a certain kind of work, they were doing that work unknowingly by being themselves and treating everybody as equal. He takes that knowledge now when stepping into other sets and he's very hyper-aware of the culture of those sets and he does everything he can to make it a welcoming, fun, entertaining space to create. x

Do they remember their first concert experience and who was it they went to see?

Jared doesn’t remember which one was first but in San Antonio, he saw En Vogue open for Vanilla Ice. And, his mom took him to the TMNT concert as a Christmas gift.

Jensen’s first concert was with his mom and his aunt, it was when he was 6. The Michael Jackson thriller tour and he was terrified because of the lights and the costumes and the roar of the crowd he had never been in a crowd that big and then he came out and blew the roof of the place. And then first concert on his own was Van Halen. x

How do they prevent burnout?

Jared says they burn out all the time and then they have moments like this with the fans where they remember why they like to stay lit. Jokes aside he thinks they do burnout, he knows he does, not a lot but he gets exhausted and he thinks Sam and Dean did as well he thinks all the characters that they’ve played have then you kind of remember why you keep fighting, why you get back up, you get a little help from your friends and you kind of fake it till you make it and then you're back on track. It gets hard for sure but ideally, the good they've been a part of and the families they’ve built and been invited to be a part of certainly give him energy, and motive him.

Jensen says they also started doing this at an early age where they conditioned themselves to work this hard, the strike and the pandemic were pretty bad for them they don’t know how to turn it off or shut it down because they’ve been doing for so long it’s how they’re wired so it’s like Jared says yeah, they burned out on occasion but also know that this is what fuels them so it's easy to recover and jump back in the pool when they love it and have been doing it this long. And they have people that inspire them and give them energy to keep going through the moments of exhaustion. x

What was their very first acting role in school?

For Jensen, he did drama class cause he had to pick an art elective and his first big High School production was Cyrano de Bergerac. He played Christian the character that needs Cyrano to speak for him to win over Roxane. But he was maybe a junior or freshman then in his senior year he did West Side Story.

Jared’s first legit role he can recall doing was Mercutio, he doesn't think anybody would sit through it, there was also a play called Candida but he doesn’t really recall the first one. It was all stuff that high schoolers don’t really grasp yet but it got him curious. x

Do they have a passion or a topic that they could confidently teach a one-hour class on?

No. But Jensen does think they could both fill 60min on set etiquette. Not just how to act or the art of filmmaking but what the different departments do and why and the craft that goes into a day on set. x

Do they have any plans for their canceled shows?

Jared says it was obviously not their choice for the shows to not come back and they’re gonna find out what their industry is gonna look like in the next couple of months. He'd love for them to come back but he doesn’t know what the world is gonna look in terms of content like 3yrs from now.

Jensen says the shows weren’t on air for long enough for them to generate a worth for them to be taken and shopped around it’s an unfortunate by-product of the industry, people move pretty fast and when things get shelved or cleared off the table everybody is moving on so it’s hard to resurrect things that there's not a want or need for it to be brought back. That unfortunately the shows didn't have enough time to root themselves and find their legs, and it was really unfortunate timing because both shows were great. But their industry is in such a transition period right now crazy things are happening all over the place. He and Jared were very fortunate to do what they did when they did because SPN survived some rough waters but he doesn't know if the show would have made it through something like this, and Jared takes it one step further and says if last year had been the first season of SPN they'd have gotten axed. x

What's their most memorable photo op?

Jared says they've had some funny requests at times.

Jensen says there was a line they used to have, he doesn't know where it went or when it was removed but he does remember at one point MC looked at him and went 'it's come to this'.

Jared shares a story about a photo op they had with Krista, and she wanted to do a funny mid-action pose like a bodyguard diving and she could have just posed but instead, she did a full-on dive across several times.

Jensen says that a funny thing though that he'll get asked to do rock, paper, scissors a lot and it's not a video just pick one of the three, he's always gonna do scissors because that's what Dean did and it's what he's married to at this point so if you want to beat him do rock, and if you wanna let him win do paper, or just don't do anything, you don't have to it's a picture. x

J2 Main Panel Hawaii Con '23

#j2 tinhat #i've been working on editing these since saturday so we're going to ignore what the clock says and pretend it's still saturday #honestly the fact i did these four panel posts at all is a miracle #i seriously considered pushing these back until even after the new year #mine #anti jared x genevieve

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jungle-angel · 8 months

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Under A Blue Hawaiian Moon (Miles Miller x Reader)

Summary: You and Miles are excited to be going on your honeymoon and can't wait for all the things that await you

Warnings: SMUT 18+ rules apply, breeding kink, etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse @attapullman @delopsia @callmemana

You and Miles were both nervous and excited as ever to be going on your honeymoon, the memories of your wedding from the night before still fresh in your minds.

You were waiting at the gate for your plane, his father having gone off to grab some food for you, Miles, Kathy and himself before seeing you off. Miles gave your hand a reassuring and excited squeeze, eager to get on the plane and head for Hawaii.

"You excited (y/n)?" he asked.

"More than I've ever been," you chuckled.

Miles pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your lips, his leg twitching with anticipation. Finally, Otis came back with food from one of the restaurants, much to your relief.

"Well, it's not much," he said. "It's the least your mom and I can do for you two."

"Not a problem Dad," Miles answered. "I remember the days back at the hotel when I hardly had a meal."

"And your grandmother would've been horrified had she found out," Otis said, laughing a little. "She'd have you back at the house with a plate full of pot roast, mashed potatoes and her baked carrots waiting for you."

You and Miles both laughed at the thought. Though you had never met Grandma Essie, you still heard all about her crazy stories from Kathy and Otis, wishing with all hope you had been able to meet her.

The four of you ate your mini meals together, watching the planes take off and land. Occasionally you saw a man in uniform stepping off the plane to meet his family, sometimes by himself, other times with a young woman he had met and married overseas. Miles readily recognized an old friend from his army unit coming through the terminal accompanied by his wife, a young Vietnamese girl, and their newborn baby daughter. Miles introduced you and his parents, the young couple staying to talk for a while until their cab came.

"Attention passengers, Pan-Am Flight Eight-Eighty-One to Honolulu Hawaii will now be boarding," the woman at the desk announced.

"That's us," Miles said.

"Alright kiddo, you take care," Otis said, pulling his son in for a hug.

"You too, Dad," Miles replied. "Don't work too hard."

"Hey, telling your father to not work hard is wishful thinking Miles," Kathy chuckled.

"And he's telling that to the idiot who can't sit still for more than five minutes," Otis laughed.

Miles laughed and gave his mother a hug before leading you to the doors to catch the bus to the plane. You both waved goodbye to Otis and Kathy, the anticipation of getting off the ground filling you both from head to toe.

You followed the other passengers up the stairway and into the plane, taking your seats after stowing your suitcases in the overhead. You and Miles closed your eyes and held tightly onto each other's hands as the plane took off down the runway, only leveling out a few minutes later.

“'I thought that Elves were all for moon and stars: but this is more elvish than anything I ever heard tell of. I feel as if I was inside a song, if you take my meaning.' said Samwise” Miles read.

You could've listened to his voice for hours, but you were far too tired. Miles laughed softly as he pulled the blanket over you and tucked you in alongside him. "Get some sleep my sweet pea," he whispered, kissing your temple. "We'll be there in the morning."

You smiled sweetly, taking his hand in yours as you both fell asleep to the hum of the plane. Morning came soon enough with one of the stewardesses waking you and Miles just as the sun was coming up.

"Miles," you whispered. "Miles look!"

Miles peered out the window next to your seats to see a small sliver of land coming into view from below. You both excitedly gasped when you recognized what it was......Hawaii.

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You and Miles could hardly believe how beautiful Hawaii really was until you started exploring the island. You and Miles found all sorts of secluded little beaches and hideaway restaurants in places you wouldn't have expected. You thought you would be staying in the honeymoon suite at a nice hotel, but Miles had other ideas.

The beach cottage was absolute heaven, something you would have seen in a Home And Garden magazine at the grocery store with its big wrap-round lanai and huge banyan trees that gave plenty of shade. Flowers bloomed everywhere in huge bursts of color and in the distance you could see and hear the ocean.

"Oh Miles, this place is beautiful," you gasped.

"Wait till later sweetheart," he said, placing a kiss on your cheek.

You and Miles entered the cool, airy house with its sweeping views of the garden and the beach nearby, the teakwood and rattan furniture giving the place an air of relaxation, something you both desperately needed.

You and Miles stowed your luggage away in the master bedroom and decided to go for a swim in the ocean. You, yourself could hardly take your eyes off of Miles in his tight dark-grey shorts and the gentle swells of his muscles that had come again with the hard work of helping his father run the ranch back in Montana.

You two didn't hesitate to run into the surf, the two of you feeling like children again as the waves rose and fell, carrying you with it, just a little further from the shore. You and Miles bodysurfed your way in and out of the shore, the cool ocean washing the heat from the both of you.

A few of the locals joined you, teaching you both how to surf. You and Miles both fell at least a thousand times before you got back up again, riding the waves until you both grew tired and hungry.

You and Miles went for dinner at a place right on the ocean, your dinner having been caught that morning, grilled with blackening spices and served fresh with a side of steaming white rice and mango and pineapple salsa. When you had both had enough, you and Miles went back to the cottage.

"Mmmm so tired," he hummed.

"C'mere my sweet," you purred.

You kissed him with Miles happily returning the gesture, your hands roaming all over each other and grabbing at the loose little pieces of each other's clothing. Miles deepened it, the salty taste of dinner still on his lips and his tongue as you elicited a moan from his throat.

"Baby," he mumbled under his breath. "My sweet, sweet baby I love you."

You smiled into the kiss, your hand roaming to his neck as your fingertips gently ran down his skin to the buttons on the front of his white shirt. One by one, your nimble fingers undid them, breaking away from the kiss to notice that Miles wasn't wearing a white t-shirt underneath.

Your kissing trailed from his mouth to his neck and all down his chest, parting the white fabric of his shirt just slightly so that you could kiss the little indents in Miles's chest. His moaning was starting to gather that familiar wetness between your legs, even as you pushed his shirt off him.

"Bed....." Miles mumbled. "Bed.....please.....baby.....please lemme lay down......wanna feel you."

You gladly obliged, laying on your back when you were suddenly met with a look from Miles. "No no baby," he said, kissing your cheek. "Want you to ride me."

He rolled over and shifted you so that you were on top of him. He helped you off with your dress and anything else that might have concealed the parts of you that he loved. The last thing to come off were his pants and his shorts, the two of you fully naked in front of each other.

"C'mon sweetheart," Miles said, guiding you down onto his cock. "Don't be scared, you're alright......there we go......good......good girl.....oh look at you.....easy......easy now......"

You gasped a little when you felt him entering you, He was so warm.....and big.....God he was big.

"Miles.....Miles I......"

"Shhhh, it's ok," he said. "You need some help?"

You nodded.

Miles's hands gently gripped your hips, guiding you to make yourself feel more comfortable. "There we go sweetpea......" he said. "That's it.....back and forth.....back and forth......"

A pleasureable moan fell from your lips as he guided you, moving and shifting with your own movements. You both picked up the pace as Miles sat up, your kissing becoming heated, needy and wanting, your hips rocking against each other, desperate for each other's warm friction.

"C'mon baby, harder," Miles panted. "Harder......wanna fill you up so much......give you a honeymoon baby......c'mon baby....."

The filthy things Miles whispered into your ears drove you over the edge, your whimpers, moans and noises growing louder until you both came with each other. Your head came to rest against his shoulder, the explosion of warmth rising into your belly as your heavy breathing had become one.

"You did so good sweetpea," Miles panted. "M'so proud of you."

You giggled as he kissed you. Miles went into the bathroom and turned on the water before he helped you in, filling it with a sweet smelling grapefruit bubble soap.

"Feel better sweetheart?" he asked.

"So much better," you sighed.

The two of you washed each other off in the steaming hot water before crawling back into bed. You both went to sleep with the windows open, listening to the peepers and the ocean waves in the distance, snuggled close together until the morning sun rose again and you awoke side by side with the man you loved.

#miles miller #miles miller x reader #bad times at the el royale

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