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cloveroctobers · 22 days

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SHOW YOU WHY — EVAN “BUCK” BUCKLEY x READER x 118: [Spring Prompts]

A/N: I’m excited to see what the rest of season 7 brings us! This piece can fit for both Buck (since there’s some hints of a crush between reader + Buck—if you squint!) and the rest of the 118. I’m just thrilled to see them all back on screen so I wanted to include everyone in this.

WARNINGS: gave the gender-neutral reader some background & mentions of a tough upbringing + use of curse words!!!

PROMPTS ARE FROM HERE & I’m using: 3. “Welcome to ~allergies~” + 20. “IT’S SPRINGTIME MUTHA-FUCKERS.”

<- read my previous flop of a spring prompt here.

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Anywhere but here you wanted to be.

You could have gotten out of this too, just like the mayor’s ball back in December but you personally didn’t want to receive an ear-full of a voicemail from your aunt yet again. So you dealt with it (being here on time-except you actually weren’t in your aunt’s eyes) putting in the work to also give “orders” rather than instructions to the workers while she had other hired workers tend to her full attire.

She won a honorary award just last month so she planned on parading that around her birthday party. It wasn’t the smartest move having it right at the entry way of the home, sitting on the center piece of a circular oak table that her great-grandfather built, with party goers but since the spring weather decided to stick in California, your aunt was more than willing to have this gathering out back but not without having most of her guests walk through the front doors first.

The main reason to have this party was for the attendees to constantly compliment the view of the vineyard out back. You already knew your aunt’s (by marriage) game, having the honor of being raised by her from the time you were thirteen. You just wished you could close your eyes, squeeze them really tight to the point that they hurt, and this would be over.

Thankfully an hour into the party, your uncle shows up, rushing in from his work trip out in Finland—don’t ask—brushing his lips against your hairline and giving you a tight side hug before he’s whisked off by his high energy wife of twenty years. That gave you enough time to sneak away from the boring and prying conversations, the set up of trying to date one of the attendees, and hide for a little bit before your cover was blown and you were thrown back into the party of socializing.

Another forty-five minutes pass and you’re getting a text that has you jumping to your feet, swaying a bit before you excuse yourself back into the mediterranean home to greet the guests you’ve been waiting for.

Yanking the door open you yell, “IT’s SPRING TIME MUTHA-FUCKERS! Welcome to my family’s place and I’m so glad you guys could make it.”

Chimney smirks around the chewing of his gum, “can’t say I’ve been greeted like that ever but I’m not complaining! as long as I get to have whatever it is you’ve had.”

You tilt your head to the side at the spikey haired man, “Chim! How many times do I have to tell ya? I’m not a drinker…I’m just spreading all things…spring?”

“I can tell with that outfit.”

A elbow goes to his gut from Maddie while Hen scoffs with a shake of her head at her best friend, who’s now rubbing his torso.

You’re waving the group all in, hugging Athena as she says, “your family has a mighty big house.”

“Yeah, I was just about to say what did they do again?” Eddie is next in embracing you after almost doing a full spin in the entry way, staring up at the high ceilings.

Buck is last to pull you into a hug, lightly rocking you both from side to side while you hold his back, “Can’t believe you grew up here.”

You shrug, “It’s just a house of an Architect and a mayor.”

“You must have had crazy parties here,” Buck is grinning wildly while Eddie is rolling his eyes at him.

“Of course Evan would be the one to think about the parties,” Maddie stares over at her younger brother who’s shameless about his daydreams of what that may have looked like.

You lifted your shoulders, “anyways! Make yourselves comfy but stay away from the Rueger’s—they’re swingers and may try to encourage you into joining their underground society club. A good portion of the people here are uppity but there’s a sprinkle of good ones that you won’t want to kick up the ass.”

“Oh! Say no more, I know exactly who I’m talking to.” Athena shoots a look to Bobby who’s pleading with his eyes to his wife, to just enjoy the party and not interrogate but Athena wouldn’t be Athena if she didn’t go investigate.

Bobby squeezes your shoulder on his way by but keeps his eyes on Athena’s retreating form, “Its good to see you and thanks for the invitation. I’m going to do my best and make sure things don’t erupt into chaos.”

You nod your head, expecting this but let out a sigh although there’s a smile on your lips. Hen takes a step closer to you as you’re now humming, swaying your hands about as if they were floating on water. “Uh, you sure you’re alright? You seem…a little off?”

“What do you mean?” You question, hands moving to float above Hen’s shoulders, almost as if you’re not aware you’re doing this.

This gains the other’s attention as the low haired woman peeks from left to right while you’re making a wave with your hands. “Stop that and hold still.”

“Why? The air never does.”

Which earns a chuckle from Chimney while Hen grips your shoulders, scanning your face and finally focuses on the end of your brow to the lid of your eye.

“Hen, what’s up?” Buck quizzes, eyes steady on you two.

Hen shushes him while she keeps her eyes on you, “how many fingers am I holding up?”

You blink then smile, “two caterpillars,” you speak so matter of factly, ready to spin away from the conversation but Hen is pulling you back by the shoulders.

“Hen—

Chimney tries this time and Maddie is furrowing her brows also confused.

“I think they’re having an allergic reaction.” Hen concludes before directing the rest of her words to you, “your eye area is swelling up and if you didn’t take anything, I’d say you’re also a little disoriented? Maybe even experiencing some brain fog?”

You shrug, “must have been the sea bass or was it trout? that Eitan guy tried to share with me. Whatever, let’s have some fun now that my friends are here.”

You’re dancing now, although it feels like your brain is spinning in slow-motion, yet the outside music is pretty faint.

Buck has his eyes in slits, “who the hell is Eitan?”

“And why was he feeding you?” Eddie added, he didn’t hear any updates about your dating life either and he was sure if it was true, Buck would have been the first to tell him instead.

Maddie stares at the two ridiculous men, “they didn’t say the guy was feeding them.”

Chimney leans towards Hen as her face still holds concern, fingertips lightly pressing on the lymph nodes in your neck which you laugh at the sensation, “Want me to search the house to see what I can find? You don’t think they’re going to stop breathing any time soon do you?”

The way Buck and Eddie snap their attention to the dark haired man’s words; burning their eyes into his frame, makes Chimney realize that it doesn’t hurt to turn down his bluntness some but Hen thinks nothing of it.

“How!” Maddie hisses his name from behind, while Chim holds his hands up to show he has no ill-intent, you were his friend too.

Hen starts, “I don’t think they consumed enough to get to that point but—

“Hey, aren’t you allergic to all things seafood anyway? Why would that jackass give that to you?” Buck interrupts with a cross of his arms, becoming irritated.

Eddie also states, “and why would your tío and tía have that here? Surely they know your health history.”

Maddie also can’t help but to ask in a much more compassionate approach, “How exactly did this happen?”

“I got caught up in the love story Eitan’s ninety year old grandmother was telling me on the right about the love letters she received from her husband in the navy. Eitan’s calling my name from the left to try this and next thing I know, I’m eating fish.” You notify, hoping that answered this test.

Buck scrunches up his nose, “who does this guy think he is? Just spoon feeding you without even knowing your likes, dislikes, and what you can’t have!”

Eddie asserts in agreement as Buck begins to pace now, “I’m sorry but your relatives screwed up.”

“The Tramp too.” Chimney jokes.

You tilt your head to the side while Hen glares and Maddie raises her eyebrows, wanting the man to expand on that.

“Hello! Lady and the tramp anyone? This Eitan guy is obviously the tramp—not your aunt.” Chimney sheepishly smiles, “whew, tough crowd!”

Hen is back to massaging your neck in search of any inflammation while you rant, “Well as auntie Katrina says: you can’t please everyone and sometimes you have to do what you have to do to get to the top. She probably just forgot with all the things on her mind? she was the main one trying to push a love connection between Eitan and I. Also you guys should have seen her earlier. She was all over the place and had to have me take over.” You pull away, coughing into your sleeve, struggling a bit to clear your throat.

The five glance at each other.

You were part of the 118, first somewhat reserved and a little shy rather than closed off but similar to Bobby in a sense when you first joined. It took time to get you to open up, even to Buck who was friendly with everyone. You transferred to the station six months after Buck so he had no issue taking you underneath his wing even if you were complete opposites. It was safe to say that majority of the crew didn’t care for your aunt, simply from the way she spoke to you, and hearing how you tried to sweep the way she treated you growing up away. It was evident verbal abuse but you felt like you owed her something since she stepped in as a mother figure to raise you after the tragedy of losing your own mother.

Part of you knew you shouldn’t feel guilty and that she was the adult who married your biological uncle who was always away—working and that it should have been a given. However when people make you feel like they’re doing you a favor instead of simply caring about you, you just may start to question everything.

Unfortunately, you were the second guesser because of that but not when it came to the field. You became a different person out on the job, quickly thinking and analyzing everything before sprinting into action and that was something the 118 admired.

Maddie and Eddie both share a nod before she speaks, “okay…Eddie and I are going to have a chat with this Eitan guy.”

Buck approved of that although he wouldn’t have minded having a word with Eitan himself, especially if they were all thinking the same thing. Once his eyes flicked back to you after the pair left the room, he noticed the change in your skin gradually and that didn’t sit well with him. So yeah, maybe it was best he stayed behind.

Hen asks you, “Do you have your EpiPen?”

You’re zoning out a bit, eyes disconnecting some but you’re nodding your head as if you’re listening.

So Hen took that as a negative.

“Chim, check the bathrooms for Prednisone or any type of corticosteroid? Even Peppermint oil. If not, try the kitchen for pineapple or even ice just in case.” Hen informs while Chim dips his head before heading off.

Hen smiles as she gently guides you to the stairs which are to the right of the front door, “here, let’s have you sit.”

“But I want to dance!”

“We can do that later,” Buck expresses while following you two, “we just want to make sure you’re okay first and that there’s no funny business going on here.”

Pressing your cheek into your balled up fist you say, “fine…I’ll tell you guys what going on. I’ll come clean.”

Hen and Buck meet each other’s eyes before they peer down at you. Sitting up straight, you exhale and begin to flap your arms like wings, “welcome to…allergies.”

Buck honestly found this a little cute although he didn’t appreciate the increase in size of your brow and eye now but at least you were in good spirits. Even if it seemed like the rest of the 118 were speculating something much more than a simple case of allergies.

“I’m going to move things further along and find the kitchen. Buck, Call out to me if anything changes.” Hen decides before making her exit.

He calls out to her, “You got it.” Then he’s turning back to stand in front of you while you beam up at him, “what’s going on in that field full of daisies of a mind of yours?”

“It’s actually Lillie’s but,” you clear the scratch of your throat again, “I don’t know, I felt kinda anxious being back here but knew I would be okay once you were the first to agree on showing up.”

Buck furrows his brow at the last bit of the sentence, “did you think I wouldn’t?”

“Well…you’ve been busy with Natalia.” You’re blinking your inflamed eye to see if it was tingly or sticky, “Didn’t want to intrude on your quality time.”

“You wouldn’t be, you’re actually one of my best friends and it’s always cool for us to hang out whenever,” Buck replies, “by the way that relationship is over with…and you’ve got that same look on your face as Eddie.”

You actually imagined yourself to look like that one Ryan Gosling gif but only because you were the last to know.

You breathe out a laugh afterwards, “Sheesh! I’m not going to say finally or I told you so because she was super pretty and helped you pick out a couch which was nice and…are you okay?”

Buck chuckles at your mind still wandering all over the place in conversations, “the couch and I are just fine! Thanks for asking.”

You hum, resting your head against the wall.

“So what’s this Eitan guy like?” Buck suddenly probes.

You blink, “think: tall dark and handsome.”

Buck blurts out with a furrow of his brows, “Sasquatch?”

“…if that’s what you’re into.” Laughter bubbles in your voice at the expression on Buck’s face now.

He holds his hands out, “I’m not even going to entertain that.”

“Aw but it’ll be fun.”

Buck plops down beside you, almost taking up a good portion of the uncomfortable steps. He brushes his shoulder against yours and you meet each other’s gaze.

“I’ve missed you, you know?”

Those words right there almost wiped all weird feelings you were having before and after you ate that food. You were never one to think that anyone noticed if you were around or not so hearing Buck say this to you, made you feel warm inside—better even. Somewhat.

“You taking off for a while made sense,” Buck starts with an exhale, “but I didn’t think that time away included spending it with your aunt Kat.”

Buck didn’t hide his dislike of the older woman but out of the respect he had for you, he kept his feelings to himself yet that didn’t mean he didn’t go off about her to Eddie or Maddie when she clearly upset you.

“…Majority of it didn’t.” You answer.

“Where did you go?”

You pointed as if you were mapping it out in the air, “Chicago, then Texas, and back here.”

“…Do I need to know how that was?” he’s pressing his elbows into his knees, getting comfortable right beside you.

He’s told you all about his adventures across the globe, mostly unwarranted but you didn’t mind. You had a sheltered life while your aunt and uncle went all over to see the world thanks to their professions, so you didn’t get out much until you decided to head to the first state you had the deepest connection to. Where your late mother and uncle were born and raised and ultimately where your mother’s life ended.

“All you need to know is that it brought me back home, to the rest of you.”

“Can’t say I don’t like the sound of that.”

You loop an arm with Buck’s and rest your head on his shoulder, “look at us sitting here being nice to each other with our matching marks.”

“I’m always nice and I think mine is cooler.” He says referring to his own strawberry birthmark.

You nuzzle your face against his navy sweater, “You stating your claim on yours being better really defeats the purpose of you being nice.”

“Well, I mean no harm buuut yours is temporary and reminds me of hippo skin.” He’s leaning away, eyes lowered to get a good look at your face up close.

“…Now I see why you and Natalia broke up.”

If chimney was back, you were sure he’d give you some points for roasting Buck back.

“Ouch.” Buck laughs, resting his cheek against your head.

You echo his laugh, “sorry.”

“Don’t be. I can take a joke and Isn’t this season supposed to be about new beginnings or growth or whatever?” Buck was always interested to see the layers of you.

You gasp, “I thought it was the season of allergies.”

Evan hums, “Is that the story you’re sticking with?”

Before you could reply to that Eddie cuts in, “the story actually checks out…you did in fact ingest some sea bass from the nerdy but surprising good looking Eitan. The fish was a little on the salty side so I see why you only had a small piece.”

“A small piece that was enough to have their face looking like hippo skin!” Buck held his hand out underneath your chin to showcase.

Eddie scrunched up his face after taking a look at yours while you slapped the dark blond on his chest, “why would you choose to compare their allergic reaction to that of all things?”

“Why would you give your critiques of a dish you probably don’t even know how to cook?” Buck fired back.

Before they started to bicker, Maddie claps her hands to silence the two men-children and then turns to you with a soft smile, “Eitan also wanted to come over here and apologize but I told him it would best to just wait it out for awhile.”

“Thanks Maddie.” You smile back at the brunette, preferring to be around your friends instead.

“That’s the smartest thing he’s done today.” Buck huffs while Maddie sends him a warning look, to basically knock it off.

Eventually Hen and Chim make their way back but only Hen has items in her hands.

Chim holds his hands out as he exasperates, “you would think people who have a house filled with eight bathrooms would have basic medicine in their cabinets…it’s odd that the only thing I could find was Omeprazole. And Not even a damn Advil!”

“Okay let’s not turn this into the ID channel guys, I’m alive and well—

“Well…” almost everyone chorus’ in making you equally send them an incredulous look.

Hen is the one to not have chimed in but chooses to squats in front of you, “Eat this and keep this pressed to your face for at least five to seven minutes.”

“Thank you, Hen.”

“No problem,” she smiles before standing up and looking at the rest, “now go mingle everyone instead of being up in their face, I’m sure they’ll be in good hands with Buck—maybe.”

“Hey!”

Hen winks at him before she walks off with Maddie and Chimney who starts talking about the appetizers he noticed by the patio door.

“Marisol’s calling,” Eddie looks down at his phone, “I trust that I can leave two alone for a few minutes.”

Buck shrugs nonchalantly, “That depends—

“Of course you can.” You side eye the man beside you underneath the ice pack.

Eddie snickers before disappearing behind the sliding doors to a room across from the stairs.

Buck’s breathing beside you makes you more calm until he deeply exhales, clearing his throat while you chew on a pineapple as he turns his body to you.

“So why come back?” His island water eyes holds your stare, lightly pushing since you still had time to get the inflammation to go down.

So what better way to wait it out by talking?

Swallowing the fruit you boldly respond, “you would think I took a year off instead of two weeks but…I’d miss you too much. Is that a good enough answer for you Buckley?”

Evan grins as he bumps his shoulder with yours again, “yeah it is! I just wanted to hear you say it.”

You noticed the change of tone in his voice beside you and fought the urge to shudder at it. So you scoff and push yourself off the steps, plate of pineapple long forgotten as you balanced yourself upright while Buck’s got his hands out to catch you if you fall.

The feeling was always mutual, lifting each other up and going through the motions together as a team.

“Since you’re so full of yourself, let’s battle it out on the dance floor.”

Buck frowns as he glances down at his wrist, “I think you still have another three minutes and thirty-nine seconds left to go…and they’re playing jazz.”

“What’s wrong with that? Would you rather hear The White Stripes or Backstreet Boys…I could make a request if you like?” You teased while Buck pushes himself to his feet.

He blows out a breath, “I tell you one time that Maddie and I had a jam session to that boy band on my sixteenth birthday road-trip to cheer me up and you won’t let it go.”

“I’m not shaming you.” You raise a hand in surrender, “I’m no hater and the band had hits. I don’t care who you are, where you’re from, what you did, as long as you love me—it’s all good.”

Buck rolls his head around, “you’re so clever and you don’t have to worry about that so! Let’s just start off with you finishing the rest of those pineapples and I’ll try one of those appetizers before you show me some moves but I don’t think they have anything on mine.”

“Please! I’ll be very shocked to see you do more than a two-step since you also hate karaoke.”

“I don’t hate it.” Buck picks up the plate for you, “I just prefer not to see my sister and Chimney eat their microphones singing while staring into each others eyes.”

“They’re in love Buck, leave them alone!”

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy they found each other. I am their number one fan but that’s still my sister and I don’t need to see more than needed on their love life.” He shudders.

You hook your arm with Buck’s as you begin to walk through the home towards the kitchen, “yeah I guess I get that, yet there’s something so special about seeing people in love! It always shows me why there’s still the urge to keep going, just like us running into fires. Not to just simply put it out but to have a sense of unity when that’s not always common.”

Buck is intently listening and whole heartedly agrees as the both of you settle into the kitchen. He enjoys having conversations with you and you enjoy keeping him company, although he came all this way for you.

Showing up for each other was never foreign but it was times like these, swollen eyed and slightly loopy while the game of politics were being played out in the vineyard, wide grins and random conversations were held inside between the two of you—later joined by the rest of the team—showed that you were surrounded by exactly who you needed to be with.

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Continue with my spring anthology prompts here.

#911 abc #evan buckley #evan buck buckley #911 x reader #911 s7 #911 season 7 #howard chimney han #howard han #chimney han #maddie buckley #maddie han #athena nash #athena grant #athena grant nash #eddie diaz #bobby nash #henrietta wilson #spring prompts #queued

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mimis-memes · 1 year

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🍎 ｡:*• ─ EASTER ACTIVITIES. › ( a symbol meme for muses who want to have fun with some easter-themed activities this spring. )

send a symbol for our muses to:

🥚 ─ decorate some easter eggs together 🪺 ─ exchange easter baskets with each other 🍪 ─ bake easter-themed sugar cookies together 🍽️ ─ prepare an easter feast together 🥞 ─ go out for an easter brunch 🧺 ─ go out for an easter picnic 🔍 ─ hide eggs from each other & do a easter egg hunt around the house 🐣 ─ meet by chance at a community easter egg hunt 🥄 ─ have an egg & spoon race 🎬 ─ watch easter-themed movies together 🌸 ─ visit a spring fair 🐇 ─ visit a local farm ( and pet the bunnies ) 💐 ─ meet at a floral arranging class ( making easter centerpieces, for example ) 🌱 ─ plant flowers/vegetables together 📷 ─ have an easter-themed photoshoot 🐰 ─ take pictures with a cute/creepy easter bunny ( bonus points if one of them is the bunny! ) ⛪️ ─ attend each other’s religious celebrations ( even if different from their own ) 🎶 ─ create an easter/spring playlist together & dance/sing to it 💖 ─ meet while volunteering at a charitable event/doing easter acts of kindness 🃏 ─ wildcard ! choose your own activity !

#symbol meme #ask prompt #ask meme #rp meme #rp memes #send me an emoji #emoji meme #roleplay meme #roleplay resources #rph #rpc resources #rp resources #ask memes #easter rp #spring rp #easter prompts #spring prompts #easter date #spring date

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nerdieforpedro · 1 month

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Day Sixteen - Thunderstorm

Word Count: 452

Warnings: VERY SOFT Dave - that's the only warning?! 👀

Notes: Originally I thought of Jack Daniels getting caught out in a thunderstorm on a mission, but he'd have gear for that. I think... I wanted to do something else for Dave. Our former government employee (I'm not silly enough to say what the man does, I like living thanks,) has even more of a tender side than we thought. 🥰

Main Masterlist / March Spring Prompts 2024 / Writing Challenge

The forecast for this week didn’t mention rain at all this week. Today’s picnic with the girls went fine too, not a cloud in the sky. Dave was looking forward to catching up on organizing some files while you were sleeping in the king size bed across from him. He liked to watch you sleep after tucking the girls in and keeping an eye on them as they settled in, Alice always snuggled the white teddy bear she’d gotten two years ago on the girls first outing with you to the mall. Simple, he wasn’t sure how they’d react to their father being with someone other than their mother, his ex-wife. They took to you like white on rice and always asked about you, when they could see you again and what they were up to. It made the decision to marry you that much simpler.

The first crack of thunder made Dave flinch, a rare feat. He peered over to you, still, your chest rising and falling as you lay comfortably on your side. You’d curled slightly as you’d been talking to him prior to drifting off. It was known to few that Dave… was not fond of thunderstorms. He didn’t like the sudden booming sounds or flashes of lighting. He didn’t see one outside of the window, only the drops of rain hitting the glass. The rain would lull him to sleep and the thunder would wake him, frustrated at the cycle until he slept out of exhaustion or the storm had passed.

Another rumble with a burst of lightning following it closely told Dave that the storm had grown even closer. His papers soundly hit the night table as he stood and crossed the room to the bed. He removed his t-shirt and sweatpants, leaving them on the floor for now. He’d get to them in the morning. Peeling the covers back, he slipped into the bed beside you, his chest pressed against your back with a soft kiss placed to your neck.

A clap of thunder had Dave’s arms curl around your torso, pulling your closer to him, his chin was tucked itself over your shoulder, the night would be extended for York but he may still find sleep yet. His palm rose to your chest as he felt it rise and fall, counting your breaths until he reached the fifties and everything was lost to darkness save for your warmth. His safe harbor in any storm, Dave could stay asleep like this until the morning, maybe even late if time allowed. A partner as a source of serenity had eluded him until he met you and he would never let go as long as he had you.

#pedro pascal characters #fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #dave york x reader #Dave york #dave york fanfiction #day sixteen #thunderstorm #Nerdie fic #March #spring prompts

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choicesprompts · 9 days

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Spring Writing Reblog Game Prompt 1

Answer for yourself or your MC (or whatever character you wish to!)

Answer in a reblog

Tag however many you wish to play along!

What is your favorite thing about the spring season and why?

Tagging some people I think will enjoy it, no pressure to participate whatsoever! Please let me know if anyone wants to be added to the list for future prompts!!

@karahalloway @harleybeaumont @aussiegurl1234 @alj4890

@nestledonthaveone @peonierose @dcbbw @bebepac @kingliam2019 @tessa-liam @jerzwriter @storyofmychoices

@secretaryunpaid @walkerdrakewalker

@bascmve01 @twinkleallnight @lovingchoices14 @twinkleallnight

@kristinamae093 @indiacater @aallotarenunelma @inlocusmads

@lizzybeth1986 @noesapphic @thedistantshoresproject @petiteboheme @thosehallowedhalls @liaromancewriter @justcallmefox89

#choicesprompts #choices fanfiction #spring #spring prompts

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choicesholidays · 9 days

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Spring Fling 2024

Welcome to the Choices Holidays Spring Prompt Event!!

Rules:

Use one of the prompts below in a story or create a piece of art based on one.

Tag @choicesholidays

Use hashtags #choicesholidays #springfling2024

In the header, tell us which prompts you're using and which fandom you're writing for.

Submit work before the Deadline: May 31st, 2024 11:59 p.m. CST

Note: Anyone is welcome to use the prompts, but only Choices works will be reblogged and added to the master list.

Prompts:

They had just settled down at the spring picnic in the town square when....

She'd spent the most beautiful spring day hiking when suddenly she froze on the trail…

All he'd planned was to dig out the plot of land behind his house for his garden, but…

They were halfway into their spring break road trip when…

They'd pooled all their fun money to rent the beach house only to discover…

She'd once looked forward to spring break, but now…

His mother had called him home, but…

They hid in the yard, waiting for…

The May Day spring festival had been nearly perfect until…

No one went there anymore, but we decided to…

The April Fool's prank had gone horribly awry....

It was the year that spring forgot.....

I blamed spring fever for the predicament I currently found myself in.....

Spring is a time of new beginnings, how appropriate....

It was supposed to be just a little bit of spring cleaning, but I was in for the shock of my life when I opened the.....

The spring break trip that changed my life.....

Oh, I haven't seen you since that awkward hookup last spring....

This is the worst/best St. Patrick's Day ever!

We're doing what for Earth Day? You can't be serious....

I just wanted some Easter eggs.....

#choicesholidays #springfling2024 #choices fandom #spring prompts #spring 2024

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pmak2002 · 19 days

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allergies 🎋 currently suffering because everything outside is covered in pollen.

Your choice of character

“Allergies suck!” Timothee whines as he enters your guy’s apartment.

You frown as you notice how red his nose and eyes are.

You pull him into a hug and he buries his head in your neck.

“Let’s get some Claritin into your body. That’ll help the worst of it.” You tell him

He nods but doesn’t move from your embrace.

You kiss his head and nuzzle his curls.

“Come on let’s sit down.”

He whines not wanting to move.

“Come on bubba.”

He finally pulls away from you and you get him over to the couch. Every year when he’s struggling with allergies you give Claritin, water and a few tissue boxes. The Claritin makes him sleepy so you spend the day cuddling him and letting him rest.

You give him medicine and water which he eagerly takes. He headbutts you wanting cuddles and to be held tight.

You wrap your arms around him and kiss him. He sighs heavily.

“There’s so much pollen and being outside is so hard. I couldn’t stop sneezing.” He says

You frown and kiss him

“I know you’ve been so miserable. Did you take Claritin before you worked on set?” You ask

Timothee nods

“It wore off during the lunch break.” He says “I didn’t have any on me to take any more.” He says before grabbing a tissue and sneezing.

“oh mon pauvre petit garçon.” You say

Timothee nods and keeps the tissue to his nose.

He blows his nose again and tosses it into the garbage. Then throws his arms around you.

You hold him in your arms hoping the Claritin will kick in soon and he’ll sleep. He rubs his face against you.

“Sweetie no don’t! I know your eyes are itchy but don’t.”

“Itchy!” He whines

“Shh I know I’m sorry”

You hold him close and kiss him on the head a few times. Soon he settles down and falls asleep as the medicine kicks in.

You spend the rest of the day tending to him and keeping him company.

Sorry it’s so short and bad lol 😂

#timothee chalamet #allergies #spring prompts #sick fic #sickfics #sneezes

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dru-plays-starbound · 2 months

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Starbound Spring Prompt List 2024

Your sprightly Spring prompts are:

Friends & Tenants

Pteropod

Stars

Eggshoot

Remember: Art, building, graphics, or writing - these prompts are here to inspire you, however you create!

Use the tag #sbprompts24 to share your work for the 2024 Starbound Prompts challenges.

Happy Starbounding 🌠

#starbound #prompt list #image described in alt text #spring prompt list #spring prompts #sbprompts24 #Dru's sb prompts

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creativepromptsforwriting · 2 years

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Spring Vibes 🌷

soft colours

bird song

flowers in bloom

April weather

fresh air

green

butterflies

the smell of rain

sunlight

water lilies

flower crown

ladybugs

nature walks

magnolias

field of daisies

windy days

flower petals

lambs

reading in the garden

the smell of grass

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#spring vibes #spring prompts #creativepromptsforwriting #writing ideas #writing prompts #writing inspiration #creative writing #prompt list #writing community

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straightupsickfics · 1 year

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oh, i truly love 🎋itchy nose/throat/ears + 🥰soft reassurance for stede, pls? with ed <33 thank you!

oh this is so cute for them <3 a little thing inspired by this post + random modern au allergic stede + some softkink ed maybe ...

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Stede has made his displeasure quite clear from the start this morning, burying his face in his pillow, in Ed's shoulder, even into the blankets as he sniffles and sneezes and complains about the ridiculous pollen count.

(I don't even have to look, Ed... snf! Snf! I c-can-hh! Hdt'TSH! Feel it... ugh, snf!)

Ed, of course, is making it his personal mission to distract Stede from how much he hates the springtime, and his nose, and the trees and flowers and grasses in bloom outside their window, each determined to drive him and his poor nose crazy for the next few weeks.

Stede had woken up with his whole head a mess of itchy irritation, complaining that even the roof of his mouth itched.

Ed had kissed him about it, right on his pink-flushed, irritated nose, which had earned him a laugh and another quiet whine, and a good few more sneezes for the effort. The problem is that, despite all Stede's complaining and apologizing and sensitivity, Ed can't help but find the whole thing ridiculously ... attractive.

"Sensitive, aren't you?" Ed hums, dragging his lips across Stede's collarbones and smiling delightedly when he writhes away from the soft press of lips, breath hitching and nose twitching. How that manages to set him off, Ed will never know, but he can't say he minds, either.

"hH'eiishh! iID'TSH! tsh! huh'TSHH! Ngh..." Stede manages to wriggle away long enough to bury his nose into a handful of tissues, though blowing his nose only seems to shake something loose and sets him off sneezing three more times, all in quick succession.

"God bless you," Ed says, pulling Stede back in close. "I'll make you some tea when you're feeling up for it..." he offers. "Mm, nope, no more of that," he adds when Stede tries to hide his face in the crook of Ed's neck. He rolls over so he's laying on top of Stede, legs bracketing his hips, playfully holding him in place.

"Edward," Stede gasps, and Ed can't tell if it's in surprise or irritation or another—

"Hh'Dtshh!"

"Bless," Ed murmurs, then leans down to kiss him again. Stede's nose is damp where it presses against Ed's, and he mutters something about looking unsanitary that makes Ed laugh and roll his eyes.

"Not on your life, mate," Ed promises him. "Y'look fucking amazing, all the time. It's not fair, really. I'm suffering."

"You're suffering?" Stede repeats, indignant.

"Mm," Ed agrees. Though it's not true, not even a little, tucked up here in bed with Stede beneath him, warm and sensitive and smiling despite himself. Before Stede can say anything else, Ed tucks a stray piece of hair back behind his ear, leaning down to brush a kiss along the shell of his ear while he's at it.

Stede's breath snags again at the touch, and he doesn't even make it all the way through his rushed "Going to sndeeze again'd" before he really is sneezing again.

“hd’ISCHhh! ht’DSCHih! -h’dtTSH!”

They're quick, itchy-sounding things, muffled against Ed's shoulder and sending a rush of warm arousal curling right through him.

"God, I'mb s-sorry," Stede manages, scrubbing a hand over his face. "Somehow that managed to sneak up on mbe," he explains, still sniffling.

Ed shrugs, tells him again that it's okay, that he really doesn't mind, that he'll stay here just like this all day if Stede likes.

Ed would like it, if he's honest. It's really not fair how this man manages to be both hot and adorable all at once, entirely at the mercy of the season in bloom all around them.

"...And bless you, like, a million times," Ed says, still not letting Stede out from under him, instead mouthing soft, ticklish little kisses along Stede's shoulder.

"You're a menace, has anyone ever told you that?" Stede sniffles, though he leans up and brushes their noses together, just quickly, before he kisses Ed until he can't anymore, his nose too stuffed up to allow him to linger too long.

"Mm, you," Ed mutters. He's really only half-coherent by this point, content to drag Stede back down into another kiss.

"Not just me, surely."

"Nah, it's definitely just you," Ed says, meeting his eye an smiling wickedly now as he settled back into their kiss. Outside, there's birds chirping and flowers blooming and allergy meds and tea await them in the kitchen, but for now...

Yeah. Just Stede.

#kajdhfjasdf #them #softersteve #spring prompts #of//md #my fic

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anonymousbeefriendfanfics · 1 month

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Spring Drabble Prompts

Hello, all! I need to get better at writing drabbles, so let's do some fun fluffy springtime prompts! Feel free to reblog these and join me in the fun!

You can request these individually, or combine a few different ones in a single prompt!

Flower crown

Flowers

Nature walk

Picnic

Rain shower

Thunderstorm

Puddles

Baby animals

Cuddles

Kisses

Love letter

Good morning

Bees

Baking

Snacks

Spring cleaning

Feathers

Animals

River

Swimming

Sunlight

Fire

Warmth

Chilly

Sky watching

Wishing well

Naps

Creativity

Easter eggs

Dancing

Fandoms & Characters I personally write for can be found HERE!

I can write the drabbles about just the character with no reader interaction, character x reader in second person, or using whatever pronouns you'd like. If nothing is specified, I'll do whatever feels natural with the prompt!

To keep things clean, please send all requests through the askbox. Remember that you can mix and match prompts! Multiple prompts in a single request will be combined into a single drabble if possible. You can send as many requests to me as you'd like, even if the last one hasn't been answered yet!

#spring prompts #beefriend spring drabbles #hi mossy

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NOTHING SWEETER — BODE LEONE: [Spring Prompts]

A/N: This will probably flop since it’s basically a ghost town in this tag but here I am! Plus it was also requested for me to write for Bode (again) lol which I don’t have a problem with, we love that guy over here. They’re wrong for going on break after giving us what they gave us! I also just want to say that I really miss Max’s curls but here it goes!!

PROMPT IS FROM HERE + I’m using: 18. “Damn, I hate pollen.” + 8. “IT’S A DEER!” “Yeah, and?” “I CAN SEE IT!”

<- read my previous anthology prompt here.

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Eve was lucky you loved her.

Being up this early on your first day back in Edgewater to give her a ride to Three Rock (her car was in the shop) was a lot to ask! Not really! but what kind of friend would you be if you didn’t complain a good portion about it on the ride up to camp?

“If I get you an iced coffee, would you love me again?” Eve pinched the space in between her brows, elbow resting against the car door.

You hummed while using one hand to tap on your chin, “Add in a Mozzarella, Pesto, and tomato bagel then we’ll talk.”

Eve twisted her lips upwards, “…that’s a thing? Whatever happened to a simple cream cheese with eggs and avocado?”

“You’re lucky I’m not asking for a soft boiled egg stuffed with caviar.” You respond as you reduce your speed once you cross the bridge, spying the familiar deli spot up ahead.

Eve scoffed as she side eyed you, “oh yeah, Switzerland done made you bougie.”

Which earned a laugh from you as you pulled the Toyota 4Runner into the small parking lot. If you weren’t a bundle of nerves you would have got out of the car with Eve to see what changed about the deli you spent many afternoons in with your old friends. However you let your mind wander a bit as you stared out into edgewater’s view.

You were home…except your childhood home was just a memory now that your divorced parents no longer resided in Edgewater. So you crashed at Eve’s although you were completely fine staying in a hotel since Jake talked you out of an air bnb after watching some movie called, “Barbarian,” and you were tired of hearing the statistics and other real life horror stories he pulled out of his ass. Eve was your number one best friend and she was more than willing to open up her place for a friend like you.

As you took up a interest in archery and later turned into a professional Archer, you were inspired to see what the world had in store so the sooner you got out of Edgewater, the better it was for you. Some just didn’t get it (your parents mainly, with your mother being an orthopedic surgeon and your father a fire chief before his MS took over) and expected you to start your own roots here. It was kind of a thing here in this small town, that you were to begin again and build your own legacy. However you were in the tiny group of odd’s that wanted more than the expectations hanging over your head.

Which is why you were proud to say that you’ve been participating in the Olympics every few years because of your passion for archery. Of course you had people down your neck all throughout your career but you still stood as tall as you could.

Now you were back home in the place that was full of doubts but the tightness in your chest wasn’t as noticeable the closer you got to camp.

“Thanks for dropping me off, I appreciate it.” Eve starts as she spots a few inmates hanging around on the yard already, “If you stick around for a minute I’ll even do you a solid and send Bode your way. Since I know it’ll be difficult otherwise.”

Taking a deep inhale you say, “I still can’t believe he’s here.”

“Yeah well…if he stays on the right track this time he’ll be out even sooner.” Eve tells, “He’s still a big pain in all of our asses but I think it would do him some good to see you…you did come all this way.”

It’s been years since you last saw each other but you came back for Riley’s funeral and you reached out to Bode when he moved away to a few towns over and changed his last name. You tried to be there even being ocean’s apart but when Bode felt low, it always felt like he wanted to take the world on his shoulder’s and find a way to make it spin again. Yet that landed him in prison and Eve had no problem filling you in on everything in between.

Would he even want to see you? It’s not like your relationship turned sour or anything…it’s just been awhile being in contact with each other. You weren’t nearly this anxious seeing Eve and doubted you would be when you had lunch with Jake and Cara—which was still weird to you—But being near Bode was different from everybody else and you knew that.

“I did…didn’t I?” You loll your head to face Eve, who studies it for a moment before dipping her head.

She tapped her hand against the outside of the door, whispering into the spring air, “it’ll be fine. He’s in a much better headspace and you’re still family no matter where you disappear off to, you got that?”

A watery smile goes Eve’s way before she leaves you to collect yourself. You’re pulling your mirror down from the sun visor, patting underneath your eyes and beginning to second guess yourself. You were here for two weeks and there was no way that you planned on not seeing Bode. You ran into his parents just last night at the bar, craving some wings before heading to Eve’s, just to be received with warm arms and classic banter from the Leone’s.

They were the parents you could talk to more than your own. If you weren’t crashing at Eve’s then you would definitely be at the Leone’s but then Bode and Cara happened so that’s when some of the distance was created. They didn’t last, like most teenage relationships but out of respect you felt like it was the right thing to do.

It felt right being back, even if it was only temporary.

Maybe that’s just how you had to view Bode’s situation. He wasn’t a temporary kind of friend although you couldn’t socialize as much but you tried to be hopeful. Even climbed out of the car pacing back and forth, not paying much attention to anyone around until you spotted the green dust decorating the navy car.

Scowling in disgust, you swiped the arm of your jacket around the hood of your car before cringing at the greenery you wiped on your sweatpants afterwards.

“Damn, I hate pollen.” A voice comes from behind, which makes you slowly stand up straight and glance over your shoulder.

There he was.

Bode Leone, standing in the flesh, hands deep in his jacket pockets, and a small smile on his lips.

You fully turn to face him and tilt your head to the side, “Didn’t I tell you once before that Orange isn’t your color?”

Bode lifts his shoulders with humor in his blue-green eyes as he motions towards the spot on you, “yeah, well maybe green isn’t yours either.”

You scoff as you motion to your outfit, “what? You don’t think I’m pulling it off?”

The blond chuckles as he takes a step towards you, “As long as you don’t start itching then sure, whatever you say.”

“Oh,” you scratch at the back of your hand and shoot a glare at the man who’s got crinkles by his eyes now, “why did you have to go and say that Bode! Now I’m doing it!”

“Sorry! It’s just that I sorta remembered that you were sensitive to almost everything including air.” He says to you, teasing somewhat, now standing face to face with you.

Rolling your eyes you couldn’t help but to smile at that. You didn’t know what it was growing up in high school, you were highly allergic to almost everything which landed you in the nurses office a lot but it seemed to relax as you reached your twenties and moved away. You always joked that maybe it was Edgewater that was making you sick. Yet the longer you stood in this town and interacted with not only Eve but Bode, you knew that wasn’t completely true.

“It’s good to see you, Bo.” You lightly shove his shoulder back while he nods in agreement, “can I give you a hug?”

Bode blinks the furrow of his brows away as if you were being ridiculous, “of course you can.”

And you’re cradling the back of his head while his fingers are at your spine, swaying from side to side in a firm but gentle squeeze. Then he’s burying his nose into your shoulder and the feel of the embrace tells you that this was meant to be.

When your eyes open, you realize that you could live just fine in Bode’s arms. You remember your final kiss goodbye in Drayscott, one month before you left the country and one month before Bode attempted to pull off a robbery—it was the sweetest thing—the kiss obviously! because it should have been happened. It didn’t come out of nowhere, it was full of intention, full of wonder and love but you were aware that it wasn’t the right time to be something more.

Maybe some day it could be.

Little did you know, Bode kept that memory not far away. He was kicking himself for the what if’s but when he manages to pull himself out of the blue, he thinks about the best possibility being you.

The both of you could be good together, could see the world together and he wasn’t sure how it all looked but he was willing to imagine.

A gasp makes Bode pull away, alarmed.

“IT’S A DEER!” You point, over Bode’s shoulder.

He glances over his shoulder to in fact see the said brown animal, peering at the two of you, “Yeah, and?”

“I CAN SEE IT!” You attempt to lower your voice but the excitement got the best of you as you almost bounce on your toes.

Bode’s still lightly has a hand resting on your waist now, as they watch the beautiful creature sniff at the grass and carried on deeper and away into the woods.

“Are you telling me they don’t have deer out in Switzerland?” There’s amusement in Bode’s voice as he peeks back at you.

“I’ve been in the city mainly but it’s been awhile since I’ve really been one with nature, you know? Which reminds me, I’ll have to make time to go off roading with this baby one of these days. Or hiking.” You jam a thumb back at the car.

Bode nods, “you’ll be careful won’t you? Don’t get so easily impressed with animals, not all of them will have the best intentions.”

You were an animal lover back in the day, so much to the point you wouldn’t dissect a frog sophomore year, which landed you in the principal’s office.

“What?” You blow a raspberry, “I’m like freaking Princess Aurora. Animals love me.”

Bode squints his eyes, “…didn’t you get bit by a goat when we were like what? Fourteen?”

“You’re really killing my vibe man and I don’t like that.” You yank on the end of Bode’s hair who laughs again.

He raises his hands in surrender and grips your wrist from his head, “alright, alright. My bad but if it makes you feel better, I still have that scar after that horse kicked the shit out of me when we had too many drinks partying at Tamsin Kadoka’s farm.”

“Really?”

Bode nods, “yeah, right on my lower back and it’s shaped like Utah.”

You meet each other’s gaze before bursting out laughing in unison at yet another memory. He’s gripping your shoulder again while he’s got your attention, “just promise me when you’re out there in those woods that you’re careful. I’d hate it if something happened to you.”

“Well the feeling is mutual, Bo.” You state, “you just had to go on and choose firefighting huh?”

Bode shrugs, “Must be in the Leone blood.”

“Yeah, must be.” You murmur, staring at him like there’s stars getting ready to rise in your eyes and Bode can’t help but to lean forward to place a lingering kiss on your forehead.

His facial hair pricks you but you don’t mind.

“Leone!” A guard calls out, which means your time is up for now.

You hold his hand, interlocking your fingers, which he squeezes with a smile to match, eyes wandering all over your features, almost as if to tell himself that you are in fact really here.

“Until next time?” He questions.

You smile, “See you soon, Bode.”

And he grins at you, those crinkles by his eyes returning before he slips his hand from yours.

This was brief but sweet and you’re mentally kicking yourself for thinking that this could go wrong.

You’re watching Bode walk away from you and he can’t help but to jog backwards to get another look at you. Almost as if you would disappear again and you would never see him again. When he turns back around, heading to the guard on shift who announces the inmates need to get ready for line ups inside at the bunks, he meets up with Cole on his way.

“Who was that?” Cole nudges his chin in your direction.

You’re seated in the driver’s seat, window down, leaning on your arm as you watch the men in Orange make their way back inside.

Catching Bode’s eye, you wave before rolling your window almost all the way up and pull away from the camp site.

“Someone i would like to give the world and more to once im out of here.”

Cole is smirking but appreciates the honesty as he claps Bode on his shoulder, already knowing what that look is for. “Then let’s make it happen, Leone! Nothing sweeter than having something on the outside to fight for, you know?”

“I agree.” Bode pulls his gaze from your retreating car, finding himself standing up straighter as they awaited for Eve to start their day.

When Eve’s brown eyes set on Bode’s, he just barely tips in his head in thanks, which the woman echo’s as she carries on along the line.

Bode already can’t wait for the next day he can get reconnected with you in person again so, he bites his smile away.

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Continue with my spring anthology prompts here.

#Spotify #fire country #fire country season 2 #bode leone #bode donovan #bode leone x reader #bode Donovan x reader #eve edwards #spring prompts #queued #max thieriot

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fangirling-tussisque-noncaelatur · 1 year

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Hello, Claude! For your spring related headcanons, can I request:

Which member of your OTP freaks out when they hear an ice cream truck pass by?

I don’t care which one it is, but it would be great if the other one is a sourpuss until he watches the other one start to lick the ice cream cone. 😏 Not really asking for smut, just a little suggestive banter. 😉

Hi Becca! 💫 Thank you for your ask and for your support 🎀 and thanks for waiting! I hope you like it! I wish you a great day! 💖

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Relationship: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw/Jake “Hangman” Seresin

Rating: Teen and Up/Mature? (Nothing happens 🫠)

Tags: Established Relationship, Suggestive Eating, Jake “Hangman” Seresin is a Tease, Therapy for Bob and Phoenix please, mentions of Daddy Kink, No spoilers for Top Gun: Maverick

Word Count: 921

The Only Touch That Get Me Meltin’

“How old are you? Five?” Bradley scoffs at Jake, who ignores him and hums happily while licking the ice cream on the top of his cone. Spring sunlight dances on ocean waves as they get back to their beach umbrella.

Phoenix scowls at her friend and lowers her strawberry daiquiri snow cone: “Bradshaw, you’re such a killjoy.”

Despite Phoenix’s words, Bradley shoots a skeptical look at the colorful sprinkles on Bob’s soft serve and the WSO pouts slightly: “Rooster, don’t you like your soft serve?”

“Just shut up and enjoy your soft serve” Phoenix scolds him, before stretching and lying back on the deckchair, to stare at the ocean and taste her snow cone, with Bob doing the same next to her.

Jake sits down on the beach towel they had previously laid on the sand, pats the spot beside him and smiles at his boyfriend: “Come on, Bradshaw, don’t be such a sourpuss”. Bradley shakes his head and sits next to him on the same towel, trying to focus on his chocolate soft serve: “I am not, Jake.”

Jake smirks wickedly at him, the warm glow of the afternoon sun kissing his nose and cheekbones: “Be less dad and more daddy.”

“Stop that right now, Bagman”, Phoenix doesn’t even look at him, her voice dripping with annoyance.

“Yes, ma’am”, Jake goes back to his soft serve, a mischievous grin on his face, and Bradley would really like to enjoy the nuts that garnish his dessert, but he finds it difficult to take his eyes off of Jake, who’s giving kitten licks to the cream along the edges of his cone.

Jake meets his gaze, pleased, as he sucks off the soft curl on top, swirling the tongue around the tip, his eyes locked with Bradley’s. He smiles at him, running his tongue over his teeth, and Bradley is gawking at him, his jeans already getting tighter.

Jake starts nibbling at the waffle cone slowly, his lips shiny and soft, and Bradley is dying to have those lips and teeth marking his abs and thighs. Jake goes back to licking the sides of his cone unhurriedly, from bottom to top, switching his gaze to Bradley’s eyes, and he gently pushes down the ice cream with his tongue, before taking small bites of the waffle cone, tickling its edges with his lips. Bradley is out of breath, at the mercy of Jake’s cheap tricks, he’s in his 30s and he would like to feel ashamed for this, but he can’t find it within himself to care, not when Jake is batting his eyelashes at him and all he wants is to devour him.

Jake hollows his cheeks and sucks the drips that are leaking from the bottom of his cone, and Bradley can’t stop himself from picturing him on his knees, worshipping him, and he has to close his eyes to catch his breath. He opens his eyes again to gaze intently at the vanilla cream that has trailed down Jake’s chin.

Jake swipes his fingers over his skin to collect some cream, he glances guiltily at Bradley and whispers, his voice low and innocent: “I’m a mess”. He pushes his fingers past his own lips and sucks the digits greedily, his eyes lidded and an expression of pure pleasure on his face, an expression that Bradley knows damn well. The pilot’s positive that, if Bob and Phoenix weren’t so close, Jake, that little shit, would be putting on a show of soft moans. God, he loves those moans.

Bradley cannot help but gape at Jake, until the soft serve is gone, and palm himself through his jeans absent-mindedly, and it’s only when Jake smiles at him and stares at the soft serve long-forgotten in his hand, that Bradley realizes that his ice cream has dribbled down his fingers.

“Oh, let me help”, Jake murmurs quietly, taking Bradley’s soft serve to free his hand. He then brings his fingers up to his lips, kissing them gently and licking away every drip, his tongue excruciatingly slow on his skin. He sucks the fingertips while staring at Bradley with pleading eyes, his hand squeezing Bradley’s lightly.

Bradley bites back a groan, the violent urge to wreck Jake taking over, and he suddenly stands up; Jake is taken aback by his abrupt motion, he’s about to complain but Bradley grabs his hand and bursts out: “We gotta go!”

Phoenix doesn’t even turn and waves her hand above her head, Jake stands up too and Bradley starts dragging him, darting across the beach.

“What’s gotten into you?” Jake asks with an amused voice, feigning surprise.

“Holy shit, Jake, you know full well what has gotten into me” replies Bradley in a husky whisper, glaring at him.

Jake grins impishly: “Didn’t you say we’re old?”

“All the better, so i won’t have to ask permission for what i’m going to do to you.”

Bradley can feel Jake smirking without looking at him, they’re both quickening their pace, and he turns to glance at Phoenix and Bob one last time. He can’t hear what Phoenix is telling Bob from that distance, but he has never seen him blushing so hard.

Maybe Jake wasn’t that subtle, after all.

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[If you wonder what happened to Bradley’s soft serve, Bradley licked it off Jake’s pecs, and they all lived happily ever after]

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If you want, send me an ask (+ preferences) with one of these spring-related prompts! 🌷 (Doing this with Hangster - or at least trying to!)

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