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skzoologist · 8 months

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Hi hi, so I wanted to say I absolutely love your account. I was the anon who sent the very first two requests, I just didn't have the courage to send a non-anon ask. Could you maybe do something on Bae at the VMAs as Skz are performing. I think it would be really cute. It's ok if not though. Again love your account it makes me so happy

Thanks, Bye-Bye 😊

word count: ~615

warnings: none, Bae just got lost, as usual

a/n: Hey-ho! So it was you who sent those absolutely adorable and fitting first asks! Thank you so much, they still mean so much to me 😭 And congrats on sending this on non-anon, but don't ever feel pressured to do so! I accept anons and non-anons equally, so feel free to choose whichever one you feel more comfortable with. Really, thank you so much for loving this really niche and small account, it means a lot to me, especially because you are one of my regulars. I do notice you guys, don't think otherwise. I had to rush this if I wanted to post it today, since I live in Europe so everything happens when I sleep, and I also had an appointment to make today so. Yeah. Anyway, I hope you like this little drabble, I can always write more if you'd like 😊

Please let me know if I left a warning or anything out, I will add it in! Reblogs, likes and feedback are greatly appreciated!

!I don't condone anyone stealing my work and posting it anywhere without my permission, or feeding it to AI!

!This is just fiction, my interpretation of Stray Kids. By no means is this how they are and how they behave in real life!

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Chan was befuddled.

His tallest kid was missing somehow, even though they were next to each other just 5 minutes ago.

Bae always did this, somehow disappearing unintentionally in the blink of an eye, leaving his band members in blind panic, trying to find him. Especially their leader, Chan. He swore he had white hair at this rate.

"Guys, guys, have you seen Bae? We're supposed to be on stage in like 20 minutes." - Chan asked, slight panic settling into his voice. "Where is he... ah, there. Hyung, look up." - Felix instructed immediately, the elder's eyes following.

"See that faint, moving dot on the ceiling? Somewhere under that is Bae hyung." "Wh... Is that a pointer? Why's there a pointer on him??" "Minho hyung had enough of searching for Bae hyung, so I put it into his bun, since I helped with his hair today. It's subtle enough that only we will notice it." - Hyunjin replied this time instead, amusedly looking at the moving dot of light on the ceiling. "How the... Nevermind, this is genius. Now let's go and get him." - Chan murmured out, his leader persona taking over.

The group swiftly made their way through the sea of people, careful not to bump into anyone. It was hard, but they were used to it, having been in similar situations before.

"Is that...is that Taylor Swift? Is he talking to her?" - Jisung murmured out, disbelief dripping from his voice.

And sure enough, he was right, their tallest member was standing in front of the celebrity, casually talking and... even slightly smiling? This shocked everyone, not used to their shy member doing such things. He usually just stood there silently, whenever they had to talk with strangers or acquaintances. Or even when they had to make a speech. Bae was basically a living decoration in those times.

"Bae?" - Chan asked, gaining the attention of the lost lamb. "Oh, the others are here too. Pleasure to meet you." - she introduced herself, causing everyone to immediately greet her back with a bow.

"Our time is up it seems. Take care of him boys, if everyone learns that he is this cute, even though he looks scary, everyone will be all over him. Oh, and good luck!" - and with that, she left with a smile and a wave, leaving everyone gaping at her leaving form.

"Okay dude, you gotta tell us what happened." - Jisung said as he gripped Bae's shoulders, the latter taken aback and embarrassed. "Yeah, you never do this with people! What did you do to our hyung??" - Jeongin added in, looking for the apparently lost, true Bae.

But Bae didn't really answer, he just looked away, lips pursed and cheeks dusted with a faint red colour.

"Did you get lost and she helped you?" - Seungmin said this time smugly, causing Bae to cover his face with his hand, basically confirming the puppy's statement.

This only caused everyone to burst out into laughter, gathering nearby people's attention.

"Can't believe you did it again! And S-STAY's gonna clip it, once again! They're gonna make entire compilations of you getting lost at this rate, I can't believe this!" - Felix forced out between bouts of silent laughter, trying hard not to laugh out too loudly. "Y-you mean, make more compilations? He already has several, dude!" - Jisung added salt to injury, both earning a little hit on the head from Bae. "He does, he does! Ah, don't hit me, I think it's cute." - Changbin defended himself, but it was fruitless.

"Okay, okay, I'm glad we're all happy and having fun, but we really need to go now and get ready. Especially you, our lost little otter, because you're our opening act. Now go, go go go." - Chan ushered everyone out, like a mother leading his little chicks.

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spices-and-cherries · 3 years

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Seeing you in his clothes would include...

Benoit Blanc, Joe Bang, James Bond, Jake Lonergan, Prof. Fluke Kelso

Here is a little something special for all you folks who are commenting! I cannot explain how much your words make my whole week!

I did not reference race, gender, sexuality, or physical appearance. If I missed something, please let me know so I can change it!

Warnings: mentions and implications of sex

Benoit Blanc:

- He’ll be watching you go about your day with a grin

- If you ask why, he’ll say it’s because he’s enjoying the view

- It’s the easiest way to draw out his playful side

- As long as he gets it back, you can wear whichever shirt of his you want

---

“Which one of these shirts go best with this tie?”

“The baby pink.”

“I’m beginnin’ to think that you don’t like me in purple.”

“No-! You look great in everything! I just...”

“You just what?” Benoit was playing with you and you knew it. For the past several days he’s been trying to get you to admit that you have favorites in his collection - and not in the way that’d you’d like him to think.

“Think that you look better in pink...?”

“Really? Huh.” You could tell he was trying not to laugh. “I jus’ seem to remember you insisting’ I buy the purple one...” He turns to put it back in the closet. “It was somethin’ about how it complemented my eyes - if I remember correctly, of course.”

You were never going to hear the end of it, but if it meant him not finding out about the ketchup stain on the inside of the right elbow (yet), then you were just going to have to suck it up...

(A/N): He knows. Just give up.

Joe Bang:

- He will slap your butt and there’s nothing you can do about it except slap him back

- He might playfully try and get his shirt back, but it’s an excuse to tickle you

- What can he say? The one thing he loves more than you in his clothes is you laughing in his clothes

- He also thinks that, unless you’re naked, you could not look sexier

---

“Lookin’ good, honey pie.” Joe came up from behind you, one hand resting on your lower back and the other scratching the back of his head. “Whatcha makin’?”

“Bacon and eggs.”

“Smells good.” He opens up the fridge and takes out the orange juice. “Want some?”

“Not at the moment, but thank you baby.” You flash him a quick smile before going back to poking the sizzling meat. He takes a giant swig before setting the jug down on the counter and walking back over to you. His arms wrap around your middle. “I couldn’t help but notice that you’re wearin’ my shirt.”

“And?” You ask playfully. “Did you need it?”

“No, but...” He nuzzles into your neck and peppers some kisses on the skin below your neck. You can feel his hands sliding further down. “I do need somethin’ else...”

James Bond:

- Wearing his clothes = invite for sex

- It’s just how his horny brain works

- Once he finds out that you sleep in his clothes when he’s gone he’ll try and hide how mushy he’s feeling by teasing you

- He’ll also feel a little guilty so he will try and get more shirts just so that you have options

---

If it weren’t for the fact that you were breathing, James would’ve mistaken you for a pile of dirty laundry on the couch. Carefully, he lifted you up and carried you to the bed. He winced when the bedroom door squeaked, but continued on when you didn’t wake up.

It wasn’t until he was tucking you under the covers that you stirred.

“Shhh, darling, it’s okay.” James kisses the crown of your head. “Go back to sleep.”

“Mm’kay...” You curl up even more. As silently and as quickly as he could he stripped down and joined you under the duvet. He frowns when he notices that you’re still gripping onto one of his pieces of clothes. It’s one thing if you’re wearing it, but why settle for less when he’s around? It takes him a few minutes, but he eventually manages to get it out of your tight grasp.

James quickly falls asleep, pressed up against you with his arm around you protectively and your head under his chin.

Jake Lonergan:

- There’s not a lot of shirt stealing

- Like every lone wanderer, he only has the one

- But his hat, on the other hand, is practically free real estate to you

- He will jokingly call you ‘cowboy’ every time you put it on

- That being said, if he’s coming back from a dip in a stream and sees you comparing his sleeves to yours, he’ll think it’s super cute

---

“Hey-! I was using that!” You whine as he plucks his hat off your face.

“Oh?”

“I was just startin’ to doze off...”

“You can ‘doze off’ when we get into town.” Jake grabs your hand and pulls you up on your feet. “And maybe get you your own hat while we’re there.”

“But what’s the fun in napping if I don’t get to steal yours?”

“Well,” He pauses as he swings himself up and over his horse. “Maybe you’ll find comfort if we steal each others.”

Prof. Fluke Kelso:

- Honestly, if you’re not wearing one of his shirts while lounging, he can’t help but wonder if you’re mad at him

- He’s given up ever trying to get some of them back

- If one of his is missing and he really needs it, he just needs to raid your side of the closet

- If he’s lucky, you won’t realize because he’ll put it back right where he found it

---

“Hey, baby...” You gently shake him. “It’s time to get up.”

“Hrum?” His eyes flickered then stilled again.

“C’mon. It’s pushing six thirty...” You rub his arm and kiss the crown of his head.

“Six...?”

“Yup. Six thirty. You’re gonna be late.” His eyes flew open at that and he sat up.

“Late?”

“Not if you hurry up.” You chuckle as he flops back down. “Breakfast is already on the table.”

“Already...?” He rubs his eyes then looks at you blearily. He smiles and reaches out to toy with the hem of your shirt - his shirt - and tugs on it gently. “...I think you should wake me up like this more often...”

“I’ll think about it if you make to work on time.”

“Ah, shit.” He jumps up out of bed. “Why didn’t you tell me?” You laugh as he nearly runs into the doorframe in his hurry to the bathroom.

Needless to say, he arrived at work on time - early in fact - thanks to you.

Thank you all so much for all the love and support! It really means the world! If you have any ideas, requests or constructive criticism, please send it my way. I like getting feedback of any kind so I can improve my writing! I can’t wait to see you all in the next one,

- Simpy

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forever-rogue · 3 years

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Afterglow - Part 9

A/N: Hello! It is finally time for some more Frankie! I hope you all enjoy! As always, feedback and comments are welcome, and if you’d like to be tagged, let me know. xx 💕

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: drug and alcohol mentions; mild smut (18+ only)

AFTERGLOW MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST

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“I love you, Honey Bee,” Frankie’s voice was soft and warm in your ear, still thick with sleep. You murmured your gentle agreement as you buried your face in his chest. His body was warm, as warm as you remembered as he held you tightly in his arms, legs tangled together. You reached up and ran a hand through his soft curls, wondering if this was a dream or reality. It felt too good to be real.

“Francisco,” you finally opened your eyes and his dark ones, your grin matching his own, “you’re so warm and soft. I don’t want to get up.”

“Then don’t,” he insisted as you nodded, leaning up and pressing your lips gently against his. His large hands found your waist as he pulled on top of him, earning a small sound of approval from you, “stay.”

“Only if you promise to stay too,” you insisted, nuzzling your face against his as he quietly promised the same, “don’t go away again. I’m your girl. I’ve always been your girl.”

His arms wrapped around your waist as he hugged you to him, feeling all of your bare skin against his. A tear had rolled down your cheek, which he quickly wiped away before tenderly cradling your face. The way he looked at you with such pure adoration in his soft chocolate brown eyes was enough to make your heart melt. He was studying you with fervent intensity, that you could tell a million things were going through his mind. You wondered how you’d ever managed to walk away from him...you should have followed him, you shouldn’t have spent the last twenty years without him. It should always have been the two of you.

“I’m not leaving,” he whispered gently, tracing the tips of his fingers over your face, “never again. I swear it.”

“I love you,” you reached up and grabbed his hand in yours, holding on it like you were afraid that if you let it go, he would disappear, before bringing it to your lips and kissing it, “I’ve missed you so much. Even if we were just silly kids back then, my love for you was real. Always, and if we could go back I would have followed you anywhere.”

“I would never have asked you to do that,” he insisted, a hand going to the back of your neck as he pulled you down towards him, “it would not have been fair to you.”

“I would have done it anyway,” you were firm with your answer as you looked at him soft, sensitive eyes, “an imperfect life with you would have been better than a life without you.”

“What did I ever do to deserve to be loved by you?” he whispered against your lips before you kissed, gently but with a sense of urgency, “will you let me love you?”

“Always,” you promised gently as his ran his large hands down your sides before settling them on your lips and pulling you flush against him, “I’m yours, Frankie.”

“And I am yours,” he promised as you buried your face into the juncture of neck and shoulder. He reached down in between your bodies, touching you where you needed him most, where you could already feel your arousal pooling. His touch was gentle, as he ran his fingers through your soaked folds, causing you to moan into his soft skin.

“Francisco,” it was but a breathy whisper against, like the sweetest music to his ears as you lightly bucked into his touch. He whispered soft praises and reassurances into your ear as he pressed kisses against the side of your head. You wrapped your arms around his neck and held onto him tightly, pressing kisses along his jaw, as he delicately pushed a few fingers inside of you.

“My sweet girl,” he whispered as he turned his face in order to capture your lips with his. His kisses were still as soft and gentle as you always remember, leaving you wanting more and more. If you had any say in it, you would have never ever left his arms again, “my sweet bee.”

“I love you,” you nuzzled your nose against his before delicately kissing it, “I need you, please.”

“Are you sure?” he asked as you nodded. His heart felt his heart skip a few beats at your gentle, tender willingness, but continued to touch you and kiss you. He was moving slowly, deliberately and gently so as to not hurt you, and it was enough to leave you almost breathless.

When you knew you were ready, you reached down to find his hand, moving it gently out of the way, before lining him up at your entrance. It took a moment but you slowly sunk down on him, the two of you moaning lightly at the feeling. Frankie had a look of pure adoration on his face as he watched you with reverence before pulling you back down against him. He wanted to feel all of you, to feel every inch of your skin against his. You both had so much lost to make up for and Frankie vowed to memorize every touch, feel, and sound you made.

“You are perfect,” he whispered as he started to move under you, setting a slow and gentle pace that you felt no need to increase it, “you are so perfect to me - for me.”

“Francisco,” you pressed kisses along his jaw and neck as you moved with him, “you feel so good, so perfect. I love you.”

“I love you,” he held you tightly in his arms, as a few tears rolled down your cheek. They were not tears of pain or fear or worry, but of love. It had been so long, so much time that you had been waiting for this - for him. It was like your heart, your soul, had always been waiting for him and only him. It had never felt the same with any else as it did with him; it was like the two of you were meant to be together and no matter what, the universe, fate, or whatever you wanted to call it, was determined to do. You like that idea - the idea that your soul was forever entwined with his, that you were meant to be. His was your home and you were his, “don’t cry, my sweet love.”

“I’m not sad,” you promised, “I-I just...I missed you. After all this time, I know it’s been you.”

“It was always you,” he promised, gently kissing away your tears, “you feel so perfect...I love you.”

“I love you too,” it was a soft declaration as your vision started to get hazy and the warmth and fire between your legs was getting to its peak, that tight coil in your belly threatening to snap, “I’m not going to last, Francisco.”

“Me neither,” he whispered, “it’s okay. You can let go, I’ve got you. Always.”

“Always,” you agreed as you closed your eyes and buried your face in his chest, feeling your climax wash over you. You whispered his name over and over like a prayer, like it was the only you knew how to say. Frankie held you tightly as he found his own release, following closely behind you. You could feel him inside you as he slowly stopped moving and you both worked to catch your breath, “oh Francisco.”

“Honey bee,” he whispered softly as his grip around you loosened and he moved a few stray looks of hair out of your face. You grinned at him, working your kisses up the column of his neck and only stopping one you got to his lips, pressing a kiss to them before beaming at him, “how I’ve missed you. Nothing could ever compare to you.”

“Nor you,” you opened your mouth to say something else, but were promptly cut off by the loud buzzing of your phone on your nightstand. You groaned heavily before the two of you burst into laughter before you kissed him and snatched the phone, “shit.”

“What’s wrong?” Frankie asked you looked at whatever was on your screen. You slowly rolled off of him, landing next to him with a soft thud as you quickly typed away, “work?”

“Yup,” you said as you gave him an almost pleading look, “I’m afraid I’ve lost track of time, and am running late for an appointment.”

“Shit,” he said as a wicked little grin crossed his features, and you could help but mimic it, “is it bad if I said I’m not even remotely sorry?”

“Not at all,” you promised, giving him one last little kiss before sliding out from under the covers and heading for the bathroom. When you turned around, you found Frankie watching and staring at you with pure reverence, “I’m not one bit sorry…but unfortunately I do need to go. If it wasn’t so…”

“Relax,” he insisted softly, “I understand. Your job is very important. Besides, it’s not like this was...planned. I’ll see myself out.”

“You can stay,” you promised, “as long as you want. Are you working today?”

“No...I’m off for a bit,” his response was normal, but you could tell there was something...off, “I’ll be home.”

“Would you mind terribly if I asked you to watch Daisy today?” you asked as grabbed some clean clothes from your wardrobe as he sat up and nodded, “she really likes you and it might be nice for her to be around you and away from me for a bit. I can pick her up this evening, or you’re welcome to stay.”

“I’ll figure it,” he offered you a small smile, “I’ll let you know what we end up doing. Are you free tonight...for dinner? I can make dinner or we can go out or get take out…”

“Whichever works for me,” you grinned at him, “maybe we can get take out. We still...we have a lot to talk about, Frankie.”

“Yes,” he agreed as he got up and came over to you, giving you a kiss on the cheek, “you better get going. You don’t want to keep them waiting much longer…”

“I’m just going to take a quick shower, care to join me?”

“I’m afraid if I did that, it wouldn’t be a very quick shower at all, “ he joked as he grabbed his clothes from the floor, “go on. I’ll see you tonight.”

“Goodbye Frankie,” you said softly, running a hand through his mused curls, “goodbye for now, anyways. Just for now. Not forever.”

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The minutes slowly bled into hours which painstakingly slowly turned into the majority of your day. You'd tried your best to keep your focus on your work, which today consisted mostly of some paperwork. At least that way you weren't taking away from anyone that actually came to you for help.

You felt like a giddy school girl again, young and carefree - happy. The smile that hadn't reached your eyes for what seemed like ever, finally did again. You looked and seemed truly happy. It wasn't just about the sex or the intimacy, it was everything. Everything you had been missing on and craving for so long seemed like it was slowly coming to you. That alone was enough instill such a sense of hope you within you that it was almost scary.

You'd exchanged a few texts with Frankie here and there, nothing of significance, but enough to make your heart race with excitement each time his name popped up.

Never in a million years would you have thought you would be in this position...and yet here you were. And something about it just felt right. Natural.

By the time you left the office you were giddy and starving. You called Frankie and were ready to ask him if you should pick up take out when you quickly learned that he had beaten you to the punch.

When you got home, Frankie was still at your place, unpacking the containers you quickly realized contained Chinese food. It made the whole kitchen smell delicious. Next to all of that was a big beautiful bouquet of a rainbow of tulips.

"Hi," your grin was stretching from ear to ear as you were greeted by Daisy running up to in sheer excitement and Frankie offering you a warm smile.

"Hi," he grinned back, "you're just in time. I got back a few minutes ago."

"Better not be Panda Express!"

"Absolutely not," he insisted firmly, "this is from the best Chinese place in town. And flowers for you, of course. Daisy helped me pick them."

"My favorites," you whispered as you went over and lightly touched some of the dainty petals, "you remembered."

"Of course I did," he whispered softly as kissed the top of your head, "I hope you're hungry, I went a little overboard, I think..."

"Starving," you grabbed a plate as you surveyed the spread in front of you, "especially after this morning."

"Cheeky," a light flush rose up in his cheeks as he piled up both of your plates, "some things never change."

»»————-　♡　————-««

As he finished loading up the plates, you went to the fridge and grabbed out a few beers, making quick of popping the caps off and taking them to the living room, setting them down on the table as you waited for him.

“Too casual?” you asked as he sat down next to you, setting the plates down. He shook his head as he took the beer you offered him, pausing to clink it against yours before you both took a sip, “to new beginnings.”

“New beginnings,” he agreed, his heart feeling lighter than it had in a long time. Daisy made a small sound of content as she settled into her big fluffy bed, a new bone in her mouth as she looked between the two of you.

“Is that...a new bone?” you snorted with laughter as you looked at him with a crooked eyebrow and he sheepishly nodded, “ahh, she’s already got you around her paw.”

“Look at that face,” he groaned defensively, “how am I supposed to say not to her?”

“You don’t,” you agreed as she gnawed on the bone, “why do you think she has all those toys and beds?”

“Soft hearts win over soft hearts,” Frankie said it so quietly you almost didn’t hear him as you turned on the television and put on some random show on Netflix. You doubted you would be spending too much time getting invested in the show it didn’t really matter what you put on. You still had so many things you wanted to say to him, to ask him, but you figured it would all happen in due time.

Dinner was delicious; Frankie had been right that it was indeed the best Chinese place in town. Conversation flowed freely and in many ways it was like no time at all had passed between the two of you. You discussed some simple things, things that the made the two of you laugh, and deeper things, events and situations that had happened to both of you that made your heart ache for the other.

With Frankie, things were easy, you didn’t have to think about them. You wondered if it would have always been like this. You definitely wouldn’t have minded if they were.

But there was one thing still on your mind that was starting to slowly drive you crazy. The past two times you’d come across Frankie, he had been...completely out of it. You had your suspicions as to what was going on, but you didn’t want to jump to any conclusions. Whatever it was, you wanted to hear it straight from the horse’s mouth. Maybe your fears were for nothing, maybe it was nothing and you were overreacting…

“What’s wrong, sweet bee?” he asked as he gently nudged your leg with his. You swallowed thickly, setting down the beer and turning to face him, “you’re thinking very loudly.”

“Francisco,” as soon as his name spilled from your lips in that tone of voice he knew something was up, and he was not a stupid man and never had been. Frankie knew exactly where you were going. He exhaled sharply through his nose as he focused his attention on you, “when I found you at your house last week...and then the other night..what...what was going on?”

The shift in the air in the room was palpable, and the tension in the air was so thick you could have sliced it with the dullest of knives. He was silent for a few moments, hands on knees as he squeezed them lightly. Opening and closing his mouth a few times, he seemed to be at a loss for words.

“Please, Frankie...you can tell me anything,” your voice was soft as you moved to reached over and grab his hand, but he quickly moved out of your way, shifting so you weren’t able to touch him. You were so surprised by his action that a small gasp left your lips as recoiled, “Frankie? Baby, please talk to me...if there’s something going on, you can tell me.”

“It’s nothing,” his voice was sharp; biting even. It was a tone you don’t you had ever heard from him...not since...not since the day he had told you that he was enlisting, “it’s not a big deal, so just let it go.”

“It’s not...Frankie,” you set down your beer on the table and angled your body towards him. He stiffened, visibly trying to avoid your eyes, “it’s something that’s affecting you, obviously it’s something. You don’t have to hide anything from me - I can help…”

“It’s nothing, and it’s not affecting me,” he said softly, his voice losing the edge as he stared at the floor. His throat felt heavy and thick, constricting as he desperately wished you would let it, “don’t just assume you know it’s affecting me when you have no clue what you’re talking about.”

“I know enough to know you’ve had at least two bad trips, Francisco,” you could sense that he was trying to shut you out but you desperately hoped you could turn this conversation around. Now that you had him back, this gaping hole in your heart felt like it was finally filled again, you didn’t just want to let him go. Not without a fight anyway, “I found you lying on living room floor, high and out of it, Frankie. You came to my door high and barely able to stand. Tell me I’m wrong, tell me there’s nothing.”

“It’s not a problem,” he insisted sharply as you crossed your arms over your chest, unsure if you wanted to argue back or cry, “it’s not a big deal-”

“Then why did you come to my door, crying and apologizing to me?” your voice shook as you reached over and grabbed his face in a firm but tender hold. His dark eyes studied you as his lip trembling, “if you need help, I am here for you, but I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me, baby.”

“Stop,” it was somewhere between a plea and a command as his large hands found your wrists and pulled you away from him, “stop. I am not your patient, you don’t need to try and psychoanalyze me.”

“I want to help you!” you insisted as he stood up, running his hands over his face in exasperation. Before you could try and stop him, he started heading towards the door, grabbing his jean jacket from where it was draped over one of the stools, “Frankie! Please, don’t…”

“Don’t what?” he stopped at the door, turned around to face you. His eyes were glossy with tears that were threatening to spill over as your own were already rolling down your cheeks. You didn’t even bother to try and wipe them as you watched him, mouth open as you tried to figure out what you wanted to say.

Don’t go. Stay. Please don’t leave me.

“Frankie,” your voice shook with every syllable, “I’m not accusing you of anything. I’m not blaming you or whatever. I just want you to talk to me, to tell me what’s going on with you. I am here to support you always.”

“I don’t need your support,” the words were laced with venom as a deep frown etched itself on his face, “because there is nothing going on. It’s not a problem or an issue.”

“Francisco,” you could tell he was blatantly lying, either unwilling to confide in you or admit he had a problem, “two times in the time we’ve been reunited you’ve been completely gone. Please just...talk to me, that’s all I’m asking.”

“There is nothing to talk about,” he insisted and you could feel your heart breaking all over again. This time your heart wasn’t hurt for yourself, instead it was aching for him. You wanted him to be okay, wanted him to be the best for himself, “you’re making a big deal out of nothing!”

“Then why did not mention it to me?”

“Because it doesn’t matter,” he almost shouted, “you don’t get to come back into my life and then just do this!”

“Do what?” you asked as you stepped closer to him, treading carefully in order to keep him from running away, “care about you? Want what’s best for you? I love you, Frankie.”

“You don’t know,” he inhaled shakily, expelling his long breath slowly, “you don’t know what’s happened, what’s been going on...you’ve been gone.”

“Yeah?” you put your hands on your hips, unsure if you wanted to hold him and remind him that everything would be okay, or if you wanted to slap some sense into him. But in the moment, you could feel your own temper flair up, “and who’s fault is that, Frankie? I’m not the one who gave up everything and walked away!”

“I know that,” he said as he hung his head, “I know that! And I have regretted that decision every single day. I shouldn’t have...but you...I called, and you never called back. I waited for your call for so long…”

“What did you expect me to do, Frankie?” you shouted back at him, “we talked and we didn’t and then months went bye and nothing. I couldn’t wait forever. I couldn’t put myself back together and then have it come crashing down again. I couldn’t do it anymore…”

“Did you even...did you listen to my message?” he asked as you met his eyes. Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you tried to control your emotions.

“No,” you admitted, “I deleted it.”

“Y-you deleted it?”

“Yes,” you shrugged, “I never expected to see you again. I didn’t want to have my heart broken more, Frankie.”

“That message was everything-”

“It wouldn’t have changed anything,” you dabbed at your eyes, “you would have still been and I still would have ended up here.”

“I…” his hand was on the knob as he stared at his feet, pulling his signature cap back onto his head, “I shouldn’t have come. I’m sorry….”

He opened the door, letting a cold rush of frigid winter air as your heart sank. You wanted to run and stop him, but you found yourself rooted in your spot, “don’t. Frankie, don’t go.”

“I can’t stay,” he almost choked on his words as your eyes widened in surprise.

“Please don’t walk away,” you were begging him at this point, not caring how pathetic you sounded, “don’t leave again. Stay. Please.”

“We’re only going to fight…”

“Then stay,” you rushed over to him, reaching for his hand on the knob, “and let’s fight. We can figure this out.”

“I can’t,” the words caught in his throat as he started to walk out of the door, his hand slipping out of yours, “I can’t do this to you. You deserve….the world, Honey Bee. I can’t give you that.”

“I want you,” you insisted, “I want you and only you, you are my world, Frankie! I don’t care about whatever you’re going through, we can figure it out, anything, together. Please.”

“I’m sorry,” he turned to you and offered the weakest ghost of a smile, “you are everything. Please don’t forget that.”

“Frankie, don’t walk away,” you called after him as he slowly got further and further down your driveway, “Frankie, please! Please come back!”

But he didn’t. He didn’t turn back and look at you for even a moment. He just kept walking until he was gone.

Just like that, Frankie was gone again.

Your lips trembled as you turned to walk back inside, slowly closing the door and locking it. Tears were running hot down your face as your vision grew bleary. You didn’t even make it to the living from leaning against the wall and slumping to the floor. Your whole body was shaking from your soft sobs as you tried to contain yourself. Had you just made the second biggest mistake of your life?

You heard soft footsteps as Daisy gently padded over to you, nuzzling your face gently with her snout as you wrapped your arms around her. She was calm and patient as she let you cry into her, offering you the occasional sweet kiss to try and make you feel better.

“Daisy,” your voice was dry and cracking as you scratched her ears, “thank you for being there for me. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

Her tail wagged lightly as she sat down next to you. Her eyes were soft and gentle and it was almost as if she was trying to communicate with you. Sometimes you wished she was able to speak, just to hear what she wanted to say. But this time...you didn’t need her to - what she was saying was loud and clear.

“You’re right,” you told her as she made a small sound of acknowledgement, “you’re right. I’ve lost him once, but I’m not going to lose him again. I can’t - he’s...he’s everything. And I’m never letting go again, no matter what.”

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poison & wine pt. one

“I know everything you don’t want me to.”

warnings: angst, cursing

pairing: detective loki x fem reader

word count: 1,378

A/N: I’ve read and reread what seems like every detective loki fic and I’ve decided it’s my turn. I’m still relatively new with writing series, but I’m very proud of this. Enjoy, feedback is greatly appreciated! (if you find a grammar mistake, let me know)

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You hated the rain. It was cold and wet, always sending a bone-chilling cold through you. It reminded you of too many bad memories. Hospitals, pain, and blood. Yet all it seemed to do in Conyers was rain.

You sat across from Loki while you were toying with your fried rice inside of the vacant restaurant. This was yours and Loki’s spot, always seeming to end up here at least once a week for the past five years. You grew to hate the food but it was a constant in yours and Loki’s life and you refused to mess that up. Too many memories have been made in this shitty restaurant, good and bad.

Neither you nor David cared much for Thanksgiving and you couldn’t be bothered to cook for just the two of you. It was too depressing, so Chinese food it was. The waitress came to your table with the check and hot tea, Loki reaching for the check before you could. Not once has he ever let you pay for a meal. Even when he could barely afford socks.

“Happy Thanksgiving, detectives.” You wondered if she was waiting on you two to leave for her to go home to relax and celebrate the holiday. You felt bad, considering you and Loki were the only ones there, like usual.

Loki mutters a ‘thanks’ into his coffee cup before continuing, “Do you have any of the fortune-cookie things?”

The waitress looks at Loki with a smirk, “My boss told me cops don’t like fortune cookies.” Classic.

David looks down at the zodiac placemat, “What year were you born? Are you a dragon, or a snake, a horse, or a sheep?”

“I’m a monkey.” The waitress ogled David who was barely paying attention to her. You knew he would never act on her advances, he was too caught up in whatever the two of you were. Lovers, roommates, co-workers, family. He was everything to you and vice versa.

Both you and Loki look down to read, Loki responds, “Oh, you’re a monkey. You’re very intelligent. You have the ability to influence people. Think maybe you could influence your boss to lower the check a little bit?” He was flirting. Sometimes you thought that he doesn’t even know he’s doing it. It’s how he charmed you all those years ago. Both of you young and dumb; too young to know any better or any different.

The waitress brings you out of your head, “No, I cannot. My boss is a rooster.”

Again, both you and Loki look down to inspect as the waitress walks away. Selfish and eccentric. Nice, reminds me of Captain O’Malley.

Loki looks at you with a genuine smile before asking, “What’s your zodiac? I forget.” You loved it when he smiled, he didn’t do it enough. You couldn’t really blame him though, neither did you.

“Well, considering it’s tattooed on your hand, I feel like you should remember. I’m a horse also a cancer, whichever way you want to look at it.” He had gotten the tattoos a month after it.

Loki laughs and looks down again, “Energetic, passionate, and aspirant. I’d say that’s pretty accurate for you.”

You laugh, “Yeah, what’s yours?” You already knew the answer, it was tattooed into your skin years ago along with two other zodiac symbols next to it. Never allowing you to abandon Conyers or David. You were forever tied to it all, inked permanently.

Loki looks at you, his eyes teasing, “I’m gonna give you the same line. Considering it’s tattooed on your collarbone, I feel like you should remember.”

Before you could respond, both yours and Loki’s phones interrupt with a call. Two missing girls, fuck.

The rain is coming down in sheets as you step out of Loki’s car. You pull your raincoat tighter as you follow David to the RV that was called in surrounded by cops at the edge of the woods.

You take your radio out of your pocket, “13-40 and 13-43 engaging with the suspect. Be advised.”

You creep along with Loki towards the RV as the driver revs the engine, tail lights flashing red against you. The RV violently backs up, Loki instructing everyone to not shoot. The driver changes gears, driving forward and slamming into a tree. You advance forward, gun in hand along with a flashlight. Arriving at the door of the RV, Loki takes your flashlight, “Stay here, keep watch.”

Loki entered the vehicle while you and other officers stood by, waiting. The door opens violently, Loki throwing the suspect out. The man stumbles as Loki takes hold of his jacket, dragging him further into the woods. You followed silently, letting David handle him. He never was gentle with cases when children were involved.

Loki yelled at the man with no response, only a blank stare. David shoved him forward, falling at your feet, “What the fuck is this guy on?”

You take his forearm and haul him to his feet, instructing an officer to take him to the station while David called out for someone to call PSP. This case was already bad. Fear, and pain already settling into your bones.

You sat in the interrogation room while Loki had the suspect, Alex Jones, backed against a corner. The interrogation had been going on for 2 hours and nothing useful has been said and Loki was getting impatient. You could see it in the way he squinted his eyes and the tension in his shoulders. He needed a break before he exploded.

“Detective, let me try. Take a break.” Loki looks over his shoulder at you, frustrated. He knew you were right but he didn’t want to give up. With a hard sigh, he left the room. Alex visibly relaxed as Loki left.

You had your suspicions about Alex’s cognitive abilities by the way he was speaking, you wouldn’t be able to confirm until the psychologist arrived. Your best bet was to speak as if you were speaking to a child, “Alex, would you like to sit down with me?”

Alex nodded his head, slowly shuffling towards the chair sat across from you. He visibly trembled as he sat down.

“Alex, is it okay with you if I ask you some questions?”

Alex only nodded, “What were you doing today with the RV?”

Alex speaks softly, voice cracking, “Just driving.”

You sigh, “Yeah, I like drives. Was today a special day to drive?” You did not like drives, you preferred not to. David had always been the driver between the two of you.

Alex shakes his head no. You couldn’t help but feel bad for the boy. He had no idea what was going on, however, you quickly shoved that thought down, he was a suspect in the case of two missing little girls.

“Okay Alex, I’m going to step out for a minute to give you a break, I know this is all different and scary. Let me know if you need anything.” With that, you left the room. You turned towards the interrogation viewing room door where you knew Loki already was watching your questioning.

As soon as you step foot in the room, Loki snaps at you, “What was that? You were too soft, we won’t get anywhere with that.”

You scoff. David was good at his job but he had a habit of going too far, “No, I wasn’t. You scaring him speechless isn’t going to get us anywhere either. Let me do my job the way I need to and I’ll let you do yours.”

Loki knew you were right so instead of protesting, he went to go talk to the forensics team, leaving you alone in the room with your thoughts. This case was going to be bad for the both of you, you already knew that. You needed to keep your head on straight and keep composure, if you didn’t, this case was going to consume and eat you alive. It was bound to happen, your good luck as partners was going to run out one day and you hoped this case wasn’t it.

You walk back to your desk in hopes to find David when you look outside to see it’s still raining. Stupid fucking rain.

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jarofstyles · 4 years

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Oh baby, baby

A/N: Hello! We know we had to add a dad!harry series to our masterlist, one that was sweet and smutty and full of all that kinds of stuff. But as always, we added our own little twist, some angst or tension if you will. In this AU Harry is just a songwriter who goes under a pseudonym and Y/N is his manger. Again, this is all fiction so enjoy ✨✨- n + d

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“So, I was thinking... Do you wanna like, have a kid? Like, with me?”

Y/N knew it was a bold question, a very very bold and strange question. To him it probably came out of nowhere, but she had been thinking about it for quite some time now. They were both young, 25 almost 26 year olds, and neither of them were anywhere near finding ‘the one’. Harry and Y/N had always said that when ‘the one’ came around that they’d both understand, they’d support one another and carry on as always, but ‘the one’ never really had come around and they weren’t getting any younger. Y/N really wanted to be a mom. It was something she spoke about often, especially whenever she saw little kids in any given situation. She was a fit of squeals and coos and if appropriate, kisses and cuddles. Harry seemed surprised still, probably confused as to why she was asking him.

“We’ve worked up enough money for us to be set, a baby and a house and even their college.” Y/N chuckled, continuing on with cooking their dinner. “And... we’ve got lots of time on our hands when we aren’t working. I just— you know how I want to be a young mom and all, want to be able to be fun and cool.” Harry knew all of this about her.

“Y/N— what?” Harry slowly blinked at her confused look. He had just been helping her cook dinner when she popped one of the most unexpected questions on him. Talking about the damn schedule for the week, and she asked if he wanted to have a baby with her. She genuinely looked sold on this idea. His head was still spinning from the mere suggestion. Obviously it was something she had been thinking about for a while or she wouldn’t have mentioned it. “With me? Are you sure?” Harry furrowed his brows before continuing. “Wait— okay, hold on. When did you begin to think this over, because obviously I’ve been the one out of the loop for quite a bit, babes.” They’d always done everything together. School, living, college, all of it. So he wasn’t necessarily ruling it out but... a baby would be a whole other ball game. An at least 18 year old commitment.

Y/N nodded her head, looking at him with a raised brow and shaking her head when he’d asked if she was sure. “Course, I’m sure. Have I ever been unsure?” She was very stubborn and he knew that, knew she usually didn’t bring things up unless she had mulled them over at least a thousand times in her brain before mentioning them. “I was just on Pinterest looking for some lemon bar recipe and then I saw this really cute photo of a baby girl who looked just like she could be our baby and then it clicked... It just made sense to me? Like I know, it would be weird at first but— been around you my whole life and if I trusted anyone else with my child’s life it would be you away, might as well make it yours.” That was something she was genuinely serious about. Any other man would leave her, could cheat, screw her over. Harry was her most loyal friend, he genuinely loved and cared for her and would never think of leaving her nor a child. “Don’t have to answer me now, just like.. wanted to talk about it. Can take your time with it and mull it over.”

“I mean... you know I want children.” Harry said slowly, turning the stove off but still feeling that confusion but he wasn’t angry about it. “I’m just... confused, is all.” He admitted, leaning against the counter. He was seriously considering her offer. “All the points you made aren’t wrong but I suppose I’m curious as to when you thought this over and all that. M’flattered, I’m considering it but I’d like to hear more.” He tilted his head and looked at her. There had always been an unspoken tension that would remain unspoken to them. He was aware of that. But he was concerned how that barrier they’d set for intimacy besides a good cuddle and shit would be smashed by sex.

Y/N felt herself grow a little giddy when he had said he was considering it. She had been hopeful, yes, felt like it would take some proper convincing yet he seemed to be intrigued already? It was a hopeful sign in all honesty. “Yeah, I... started like, 6 months ago?” 6 months was usually Y/N’s bench mark for everything. Whenever she had thought about something for 6 months it usually meant that it was something she really wanted. “I didn’t expect you to not be confused, but then again, there wasn’t really a subtle way to ask was there?” She laughed and pushed her hair away from her face.

“Like... how are we gonna... you know. Get said baby into you. We using a turkey Baster? Or old fashioned?” Harry asked with a smirk.

“No! Not a fucking turkey baster, are you mad? Course we’re gonna—” Y/N stopped herself as her eyes locked with his. She had always felt a tension with him but she could never really put her finger on it. “We’re gonna do it whichever way feels most comfortable.” She didn’t want to put in unnecessary effort. “Know I love ya... and we’ll make the baby that way.”

“I mean, could have softened the blow and started talking about babies.” Harry snickered, but he really was distracted by the fact that they’d have sex. Actual sex. They’d kissed before a few times. Always when drunk. Once it was to get a guy to back off of her when she was uncomfortable too, and she always was comfortable around him. It wasn’t weird. Sex was a whole act though. He wouldn’t have problems getting hard because... well, Y/N was hot as fuck. It would be a different thing entirely though, to make her cum and shit. To actually cum in her multiple times. “Mean, m’not against It. But it’ll probably take a few tries or something.” He said slowly. She didn’t seem phased by it. “Wow. You’ve thought it out entirely, haven't you?”

“Okay, but if I did that then you’d know something was up and I didn’t want to bring it up unless I was certain.” Y/N explained with a small sigh, “and you know I’m impatient, just wanted to let you know as soon as possible... but also, I’m ovulating next week.” Y/N has really calculated this. She was prepared for it all, mentally and physically. Sure, having sex with Harry was something she’d have to mentally prepare for, but it wasn’t in the way you’d think. Harry was hot, anyone with eyes could see that. She knew he was massive too, she’d seen him naked far too many times. It was that intimacy that came with sex that was something she needed to prepare for, but many being horny and or drunk would fix it? “Know it’s going to take a few tries but.. I just really want a baby, and if I’m going to have a baby with anyone it’s going to be with you.”

“Alright. Well... let me think about it after dinner. I think the answer is yes, but I need to think about it.” Harry explained. Y/N wasn’t a pushy person nor would she make him do it if he didn’t want to. And he did, he was 99% sure but he would have to think. So he did. Sitting in his rum, he strummed his guitar absentmindedly. They’d done a ton of traveling from 18—24. They settled here. They had money for a proper childhood for a few kids if they worked together. Harry’s main goal was to be a father and Y/N wanted to be a mum. He couldn’t see their friendship fading in any circumstance. He didn’t matter how much happened, they’d been best friends since the womb. Their mothers were best friends too. It was something they couldn’t escape either way. It was a real thing he had to think about.

“We can do it.” Harry stood in the doorway of the girls room in their shared apartment. “If you’re sure then I’m down.”

She hasn’t expected him to come back with an answer so quickly, but the smile on her face was evident. “Yeah?” Y/N asked again, feeling herself get all emotional at the thought. She stood up, walking over to here he was standing. “I’m sure, if you’re sure.” Y/N wrapped her arms around him in a hug and squeezed tightly, this was real. They were planning on having a baby. Of course, they weren’t going to tell anyone for a while, not until she was actually properly pregnant. For now, they just needed to get comfortable around each other and prepare for the impending week. Y/N was just coming off her period so she’d be extremely horny within the next week and it would be prime time to get her pregnant. It would definitely take a few tries, but she had been off birth control for a while now and she was rather regular. She felt like she was meant to be a mom.

“Love you, h.”

“Love you too, Bun.” He loved her a lot. She was his absolute best friend ever and he knew this wouldn’t be bad.

Their mothers will be thrilled when they kind out— but they also would be confused they weren’t together. Harry was a little confused too on how it would all work. The sex part of it and the fact that they’d be parents together. If it would change their dynamic or not. There had always been an undertone of feelings, at least on his side. No one else measured up to her. None of his exes or hook ups. No one stuck or got him like Y/N did. Their friendship bothered relationships on both of their sides and neither of them were willing to choose a boyfriend or girlfriend over the other so that’s how it was. It was always Harry and Y/N against the world.

Y/N could understand why it was strange. They were best friends after all, they weren’t dating or anything. The friendship the two of them had was rather unique. It wasn’t like a sibling vibe nor was it an ‘ew’ we’re best friends vibe. It was very much, you’re hot and I’m hot and we know that and we’re really good friends. It was beyond Y/N how neither of them had done anything remotely sexual with each other. They’d drunkenly kissed a few times, but honestly who hadn’t done that before? Y/N definitely had thought about it before, but not too much into detail. They’d both just done their own thing and come back to each other like nothing was wrong. She would always pick Harry over anyone and maybe that was shit but until someone treated her like he did or better? A boyfriend could wait. She knew that if she wanted a good father for her child, she would trust no one but Harry. Harry would make a great father and on top of that, their baby would be beautiful.

They were both at the point in their lives where they could afford a baby and give it the utmost attention. So what if they weren’t actually together? They lived together and they loved each other. Maybe not in that way, but they could teach their child about how important it is to love your best friend.

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“Babes?” Harry walked into the living room where Y/N sat on the couch. It had been a week since they’d agreed on the decision of a baby. Today, they were going to get prenatal vitamins and groceries so they could up their chances. “I was doing some research, to see the best chances to knock you up. They said we may not want to drink because it affects my baby juice or whatever.” He murmured, sitting on the couch next to her to pull his shoes on. Harry was obviously very excited, and it wasn’t a surprise. He really liked the idea of Y/N being pregnant, surprisingly. “N’ I was wanting to ask when you stopped birth control.” He wouldn’t tell her yet but, it was literally his kink in a way. Breeding was something he had into the depths of his mind and he thought about when he got off. She would find out about it and he was a little nervous about that, but she was his best friend. The one person who he could trust. He just didn’t want her to take the piss.

“Please never call it baby juice again.” Y/N snorted a laugh and smacked his arm, getting up with a small sigh. He’d been doing research? That was cute. It was nice to know that he was excited about it all because she was too. “It’s fine, we’ll figure it out I’m sure.” She knew that it might be a little awkward, but animalistic instincts would take over at some point and it’d be fine. “I stopped like... 6 months ago. Wasn’t really seeing anyone anyway so I figured I didn’t need it. Besides, I was already thinking about this then so...” Y/N knew that it was completely out of her system. “I’m pretty regular with my period as well.. been tracking it for years and it’s always right so, I’ll sync you up if you get the app.” Y/N stood up and grabbed the reusable bags, “you got the keys?” She asked, knowing he’d be the one driving. The two of them were really good together. The dynamic duo. They’d been doing it for so long that this whole baby thing didn’t seem as never wrecking.

“Mhm.” Harry took them out of the pocket and jingled them. Harry wasn’t misled by any of this— he knew it didn’t mean they were together. They’d have sex and stuff and parent but it didn’t mean she liked him more than a friend and he was okay with it. It didn’t stop his sexual attraction, not his protectiveness. To be fair, he had always been a protective little fucker. He was the first one to call people out on their bullshit or to intimidate guys away from her if she wanted them gone. He made sure she was safe every time he could. But with the idea of his child inside of her, Harry felt that he went into overdrive— and they hadn’t even tried yet. “C’mon then.” He patted his side like a dog and she rolled her eyes. They had a good banter between them. Locking the door behind him, he walked down the steps of their place and went to the car with her. “Vitamins first, lunch and then grocery, yeah? So nothing frozen melts.”

“Sounds good.” Y/N nodded, climbing into the Range Rover. It would be interesting to see how things went for them. People often mistook them for being a couple. That would only increase now that they were a couple, however, it really didn’t really bother them. No matter how many times they’d tell people they were just good friends, people didn’t believe it. Hell, even their mothers were waiting on them to actually get together. They never blatantly said they’d be against it, but it just seemed like something that would change their friendship too much. Having sex for the sake of having a baby was one thing but having sex because you want to love up on each other is a whole other thing. When they arrived at the store Harry had looked up, Y/N realized that it would probably be easier for them to just act like they were together. Trying to explain it would be too complicated.

Harry raised a brow when she came to his side and hung on his arm but shrugged it off. He didn’t care, in fact she knew he enjoyed physical touch very much. He was a puppy when it came to Y/N and enjoyed his pets and strokes, so he felt good about it. The store was a maternity store that had the best selection of vitamins and mother stuff. He had an idea of what vitamins she should get but he wanted a second opinion. According to yelp, they had a knowledgeable staff who were very well versed in new mothers and babies.

“Hello! Welcome.” As soon as they stepped into the store, a peppy older woman grinned brightly and made her way towards them. “What can I help you with today?”

“Hi.. we’re looking for good prenatal vitamins. Anything that will help her or the baby.” He smiled, feeling her rest her cheek on his arm.

Y/N was really happy that Harry had taken control of the situation, she wasn’t too good with asking for things, but she would if she had to. She licked over her lips and watched as the lady smiled at the two. “Lovely! Are you pregnant or trying?” She asked and that’s when Y/N decided to speak up.

“We’re trying.” She smiled, “If there is any you’d recommend for pre and during... if there are any that you could recommend for him as well?” Y/N patted his arm a bit and watched as the woman nodded and began to lead them over to a specific section.

“Are there any medications you take now?” The woman asked, searching through a few of the bottles to find something.

“No, I’ve been off of birth control for about 6 months also. I’d say I’m pretty healthy.”

“Perfect. I’m so happy for you both. I know that it’s a big decision.” She smiled, picking out a few and explaining the benefits of each. Harry didn’t have any issues asking questions.

“Should we get a vitamin that covers all over, or separate ones?” Harry questioned.

“I suggest separate ones. The all over vitamin is good, however I think these three will provide more results for you.” The woman said. “And, it's only a few dollars more for all three of these.”

“Money is not an object.” Harry said politely. “Not when it comes to her or the baby. I’d like the best things you can recommend. I did some research, and I know there isn’t much one can do for morning sickness. But did you have anything that you know works? She hates vomiting and I think I can speak for her and say anything that will make that not as bad would be lovely.” He grabbed her hand, squeezing it.

Y/N was taken back a bit when he went out of his way to tell the woman about how she hated vomiting. She couldn’t lie, it did make little butterflies erupt in her stomach. Harry had always been thoughtful, but to know he was in this just as seriously did excite her. She never doubted him either. It was just nice.

“Oh, of course... These are definitely worth a try. I’ve heard they’ve been successful, but again, it’s not something that can necessarily be guaranteed.” The woman explained, going to get a few other vitamins for both her and Harry.

After she’d explained all of them, she rang them up and Y/N let Harry handle it. Their money was basically shared anyway, she was his manager after all. In a way it was really nice to just have somewhat joint funds. Again, it’s why people thought they were together.

Harry squeezed her when she got nervous or tense when they spoke about anything else they could need. It wasn’t too long in the shop before Harry said goodbye and walked out with Y/N in one arm and the bag in the other. He had gotten 5 bottles of vitamins for a bigger price however he didn’t care at all. If Y/N was cared for, he was happy. They saved a lot of money. They didn’t live luxuriously and he thinks maybe it was the universe preparing them for this.

“Alright, little Bun. Let’s get some lunch. Are you feeling tacos? Pizza? Italian?” Harry questioned, asking oddly in want to make her pleased. He was definitely someone who liked being the one to make others happy. A people pleaser. But for Y/N was even more so.

“Can we go to Cheesecake Factory?” Y/N asked, knowing that they’d definitely find something to eat there. There was everything on the menu. It was a win for the both of them and she’d get a bomb ass dessert. She had noticed the little shift in him too. It was small and if you didn’t spend every day of your life with him you wouldn’t know, but she knew. Harry has a certain way about him. He was ambitious and supportive, caring and intelligent. He was always one step ahead on everything and that’s why they had gotten so far with their careers. However, she knew that having this baby meant a lot more to him than anything else in the world. It meant the same for her.

“It’s crazy how this is all really happening.” Y/N breathed out, “I’m just... i'm really excited. Like.. I’ve always wanted to be a mom and it’s just so nice to know I’m going to be doing it with you? Do you know what i mean?”

“Yeah. I dunno I’ve just... I've never imagined who I would have a baby with. But in my head it did look like a mix of us. I’ve wanted one for so long, always wanted to have kids and stuff.” Harry smiled. “I’m happy it’s with you. I was nervous I’d end up with some crazy woman who would take me to court or something and take my kid away. Think that’s my greatest fear. One of ‘em. Losing you and losing my child.” It would make sense later as when she got pregnant, why he would treat her like glass.

“I get that... think that’s always been a fear of mine in a way. I never met anyone else I’d trust my life with it my baby’s life with..” Y/N knew Harry was a constant in her life and that he wasn’t going anywhere, they were basically a family of their own already. A baby would only strengthen their bond.

“I’m excited. I trust you and I know we can do this together. Know our mums will have some choice words for it but they’ll just be excited to be grandmothers.” Harry added, he knew they both wanted grandchildren so badly.

Arriving at the restaurant, Harry held his hand out for her to take. They didn’t usually do this in public but he felt a ton more protective now and didn’t want her to be far from him. Was it possible he already went into daddy mode?

When he took her hand, Y/N didn’t really question it. She liked being around him and could understand why he wanted to be a bit closer with her. If they were having a baby together, they weren’t really looking for anyone to come and flirt with them were they? In all honesty, Y/N has accepted that she’d likely be single forever now. It would just be her and the baby and Harry and she’d be happy with that. What mattered more to her was that.

They were seated across from each other, the massive menu taunting them. Harry always had a hard time choosing here, but he knew he would get classic strawberry cheesecake or the caramel one for dessert. He liked those.

“Gonna get an appetizer then?” Harry questioned with curious eyes. Y/N would probably have a much bigger appetite when pregnant, and they’d come here again. He knew that she would be so beautiful as a mum. She’d have the glowing skin and the round belly and the pretty pregnant woman aura around her and he would have a hard time with that. He was going to want to love on the belly quite a bit and he hoped she was okay with that. He had been doing a lot of research and was curious about what she was going to be like with the hormones. Was she going to be an angry pregnant? Emotion swings? Horny? He wasn’t sure. Harry would take any of it.

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[part 2]

A/N: aHHH hope this lays down a bit of ground before we really get into things. If there are any specifics you’d like to see during Y/N’s pregnancy, let us know! - n + d

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DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE, BLOOD OFFICIAL VISUAL FANBOOK ー Interview Vol. 2 feat. Nao Nakamura

Source: DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE, BLOOD Official Visual Fanbook

Release date: 2013

Huge thank you to @keithvalentinex for providing the raw scans!

SECTION 1: Q&A

Q1. When was the series’ sequel decided on?

A: Around the time the first game ‘DIABOLIK LOVERS’ was released in stores. We were fortunate enough to have already received news of an anime adaption at the time, so at some point we played with the idea of creating a fan disc to go along with it. However, if possible we wanted to hype up the series even more in anticipation of the anime’s release, which is how the production of a ‘DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE, BLOOD’ series came to realisation.

Q2. Did you plan on introducing a set of 4 new characters during the early phases of development?

A: The initial draft we received from Rejet-sama mentioned four characters. We figured that with that amount, we could pack it into one game and create an equal amount of content as we did for the Sakamaki’s, so we proceeded with said idea. At one of the first brainstorm sessions, we casually dropped the idea of creating a game with 6 Do-M characters... (lol) However, that would stray too far away from the core concept behind ‘DIABOLIK LOVERS’, so it obviously got rejected. (lol)

Q3. How did you go about writing the characters’ dialogue and actions?

A: I believe that the previous installment can be regarded rather groundbreaking within the genre of otome games. However, the boys coming across as too strong to the point where it would prevent someone from delving deeper into their character is something we reflected upon. We wanted to make up for that this time and created this game with the intend of exploring them even further.

Q4. What did you struggle the most with while writing the script?

A: This doesn’t apply solely to the script, but the fact there are so many romanceable characters in this game is what made it so difficult. However, we did not want there to be a difference in quality between the different characters’ routes. Despite our strong wish to please the playerbase, it made the distribution of time very difficult. The writers would first pen down the script, then Rejet-san would do the proofreading and make adjustments and then pass it on to us. However, reading a script while playing a game or simply reading it on paper is still different, so we were making minute changes down to the very last minute of development. We ran through the same process for the last game, but this time around, the total amount of content was just very large. We once again felt the struggle of putting in so many characters to choose from. However, we did this to create an even better game, so it was worth the struggle.

Q5. Which character caused you the most problems while writing the script?

A: All of the Sakamaki’s. The four Mukami brothers who make their appearance in this installment may be Vampires, but they were once human just like the heroine, so in terms of emotions, they tend to sympathize with her more. As a result, it only makes the Sakamaki’s seem even more like they are the villains of the story. While this may seem obvious given their original setting of being both ‘Vampires’ and ‘extreme sadists’, it makes it very easy for the otome game element as well as the feelings they end up developing for the heroine to be lost, in which case they would no longer be the six brothers we wanted to deliver. Therefore, it was very difficult to convey to the player that the love they harbor for the heroine eventually makes them change, while still preserving the sadistic tendencies which stem from their nature as Vampires at the same time. The player base has spent quite a bit of time interacting with these brothers, and I am sure it was not always easy, but I hope said message was delivered to those who played our game.

Q6. Is there a character who underwent drastic changes compared to the last game?

A: All of them are still the same at the core, so my impression of them did not change depending on the scenario. I believe minor changes were done to the way some of the characters are drawn, but personally I perceive each character as a mix of both their previous and current representation.

Q7. In this game, each section is divided into a ‘Situation Part’ and ‘Story Part’. Could you explain your intentions behind this?

A: When collecting feedback on the previous game, we received many complaints about the different chapters feeling inconsistent and all over the place. However, we always intended ‘DIABOLIK LOVERS’ to be a game in which the player gets to enjoy these different kind of ‘situations’, so without losing this part of the enjoyment, we figured we had to make the plot progression easier to grasp, which is how the current structure was implementend. To make it even more clear to the player, we divided it into two sections and gave each of them a title, changing the names as well.

Q8. What are parts which have greatly improved or parts you want us to focus on in comparison to the first game?

A: To ensure the player gets to enjoy the development in the heroine and characters’ thoughts and feelings, we applied small adjustments till the very last second. We hope that the people playing the game will take notice of this as well.

Q9. Why do you think the series has received such a great amount of support?

A: I believe the impact of the ‘Do-S Vampire’ concept, Satoi-san’s eye-catching illustrations and the charm of the cast who voices the characters all play a big part in this. Furthermore, I also believe that the simultaenous announcement of both drama CDs and a game which took place during the early stages of development had a large influence as well. We were able to make a smooth transition from the release of the CDs to the release of the games, which made it easier for the fans to follow along with the franchise. We truly are grateful for that!

Q10. Were there any ideas you wanted to incorporate in this game, but were unable to do in the end?

A: This game features the same selection segment as the previous one in which scenario’s 1 ~ 6 raise your love meter, while scenarios 7 ~ 10 raise the SM meter. However, we implemented the distinction between the ‘situation part’ and ‘story part’ this time, so it might have actually been even more enjoyable if the situation part raises the SM meter instead...I think. Those kind of features may vary depending on the vision of the director and staff members, so I would like to use this experience to think of various possible routes for future installments, as well as to settle on an end product which is fitting for the franchise. Furthermore, this may seem like a task without an end but I believe that the voicing plays a big factor in delivering the story. It is a vital element of conveying the message you want to tell, in a way that whether or not the player understands the plot is often highly dependent on the voice work. Every time I find myself wanting to perfect this, but it is difficult to supervise all of it just by myself...However, there’s always next time, so I’d love to squeeze in the time to thoroughly check this!

Q11. Do you have any more games planned for the series at present? Would you personally like to create more sequels?

A: We do not as of now, but if there is a strong demand for it, we might just be able to develop another game. Personally I would like to make a stereotypical ‘fandisc’ but the very first thing that comes to mind with those is a 'sweet, romantic story’ so I do struggle a little envisioning how that would play out with a cast made out of nothing but intense characters.

Q12. Please leave a message for the fans.

A: Thanks to the support we have received from all of you, we were able to create so much content for this franchise. I put my heart and soul into this game, so I sincerely hope that many people will enjoy it. Your impressions and encouraging messages are a great motivator as well, so I am eagerly awaiting those! The series may deliver new installments in the future, and to ensure that you all can continue to enjoy ‘DIABOLIK LOVERS’, we will continue to try our hardest together with Rejet-san, so we’d be happy if you could send us your heartfelt support.

SECTION 2: THEIR FAVORITE EPISODES

Sakamaki brothers: The final few chapters of Ayato’s route left a strong impression on me. I couldn’t help but wonder if somebody could truly be that stubborn and in denial about their own feelings, insistent on calling the girl they love ‘a prey’ till the very end. I felt so frustrated when the heroine’s feelings just wouldn’t get through to him, tears welled up in my eyes.

Mukami brothers: The part which gave me the most goosebumps during the development stages has to be Ruki’s Manservant Ending. Takagi Sakurai-san did a magnificant job portraying his silent madness, it was truly wonderful. Second place would be Azusa’s brute ending, even though I knew how the story would go, I still ended up feeling a little depressed by it, so please be careful when you play this scenario...

SECTION 3: NAO NAKAMURA CHOOSES ー SITUATION-DEPENDENT CHARACTER SELECT

Who would you choose in these situations? What’s the developer’s opinion?

S1. To sleep together with?

Best: Subaru, I feel like he has a good sleeping posture.

Worst: Subaru, he might not move around much in his sleep, but it’d still be uncomfortable and narrow in that coffin, huh?

S2. To go on a trip together with?

Best: Shuu, I’m sure he’d just loaf around the lodge all day, so I get to enjoy the trip in whichever way I want!

Worst: Laito, I’d rather keep my distance from him.

S3. To eat together with?

Best: Kou because I’m sure he’d happily gobble it up.

Worst: Kanato, I feel like the food would be lacking in nutrients.

S4. To study with?

Best: Ruki, I think he’d do a good job explaining everything accurately.

Worst: ???, honestly all of them...

S5. To go on a date with?

Best: Yuma, I actually think he would make for a great boyfriend.

Worst: Shuu, because everything would be a chore to him...

S6. To play a video game with?

Best: Ayato, he just seems like the type of guy you can always have fun and make some ruckus with.

Worst: Reiji, he seems super fussy.

S7. To play sports with?

Best: Shuu, I don’t really like exercising so...I’ll go with the person who seems unlikely to exercise in the first place.

Worst: Ayato, I don’t like exercise after all...

S8. To go on a drive with?

Best: Ruki, I’m positive he would look handsome behind the wheel.

Worst: Azusa, it’d be bad if his bandages were to get stuck around the steering wheel or the gear stick...

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back to 505 (Tom Holland)

DESCRIPTION: Tom crumbles completely when you cry.

A/N: Hi, Tumblr! This is my first public fan-fiction piece. Would love to hear feedback. Inspired by 505 by Arctic Monkeys, as I’m a big fan of the band. This is a PoC and LGBT friendly reader insert. This is set around the holiday period, but there is no mention of Christmas/X-mas, any religious festival/holiday, time period, so I encourage you to insert whichever holiday you celebrate to make the fic suit to you the best!

Warnings: ANGST, fluff, and allusions to sex/cyber sex + toxic relationships? (this is up to interpretation), on and off relationships, loneliness during the holiday period.

You and Tom were like a little flicker, on and off and on and off. Too selfish to let one another go, even though you probably should’ve at this point.

Even when land, cities, vast bodies of sea separated you, your heart still ached for his love, his touch, for him. But in times like this, where you found yourself on the 505 California interstate on your way to visit your parents, with Tom on a movie set seven hours away; you wondered whether it was all worth it.

The holidays were unbearable without him, the regular days not much better. Tom’s present for your little sister, sat delicately in the passenger seat, had done you much better company that he had done all year.

When you got to your parents house, your baby sister fixed her embrace around your legs. “Where’s Tommy?” she queried as she pulled back from you with soft puppy eyes. You kneeled and patted her on the head. “Don’t you know? He’s a superhero. He’s just gone invisible!” And you handed her her present.

“I didn’t know Spiderman could go invisible..” she whispered as she sauntered off, now occupied with her present.

“I knew Spiderman could go invisible. He’s done this disappearing trick a few times now, actually.” your father said as he hugged you. “It’s not like that this time, dad.”

Your dad scoffed. “It never is.” He seemed more tired of this whole merry-go-round than you were. “It’s always ‘he’s a good guy but there’s too much distance,’ ‘he’s great but he doesn’t live in the States, he’s only got a work permit, we won’t work in five month bursts.’ When is this guy going to prioritise you over a couple bucks and a Best Picture nomination?”

“Dad, it’s his dream. It’s not that easy.”

“Is that what he tells you?”

You felt vibrations against your hip. You pulled your phone out of your purse. It was Tom.

“I have to take this.” You pitter-patter upstairs.

“I’m off set. I have, like, 5.” Rushed and heavy groans.

You knew exactly what Tom was talking about. He’d call you sporadically in between takes on set when he needed a special kind of attention. He’d sometimes call you even when you weren’t together, but the flame between you was ready to burn bright again. He’d once called you after a three week radio silence after one of your funks, saying that he’d been imagining you in bed, getting up to no good, only for your friend Sonny to have picked up to call, told him to ‘fuck off’ and have been sorely disappointed when you were papped wrapped up in his arms on another NY movie set a week later.

“Tom, I’m at my parent’s house. You’re on speaker.” He wasn’t. You just wanted him to stand down and swallow guilt for leaving you solo during the holiday period, especially with a family who’d been playing ‘either/or’ with his seat at the dinner table, no less. “Remember how you’re supposed to be here with me?”

“I know, I know darling.” Tom settles for short sentences because he knows the director will be calling him back to film in a few minutes time. And the last thing he wants to go through again is the collapsing and rebuilding of the love empire you built. But the regret is like a bite, and he feels the remorse feast on him because he knows he’s fallen short of the mark once again. This is why it never works, he thinks.

“So why aren’t you?” Tom’s not on speaker, but you are. So you hear the director call all the actors back for their last scenes before they can engross themselves in their million dollar holiday getaways. And something about that makes you so angry, your face so hot, and your blood boil as it runs through your veins. Because everything is planned around this, but never you. And you realise you’ll always be second best to a movie set on the Lower East Side, some Boom microphones, a garden of extras and a fat stack of Universal Studios’ cash. And how can you compete with that? You’re just one person.

You’re so angry you could cry. So you do.

“Oh darling, I crumble completely when you cry.” You hear him ‘awe-ing’ and ‘oh-no-ing’ and knocks at the door asking him when he’d be ready to return to set, because apparently ‘cameras are rolling’ and ‘time is money’. “Babe, please don’t cry.”

“I can’t fucking help it!” Your bark’s worse than your bite sometimes.

You hear a ‘what was that?’ coming downstairs from your little sister, and an ‘Are you okay?’ which slowly gets quieter with every syllable, indicating your dad had shut the door.

“You’re breaking my heart!” The croak in your throat splits your sound into multiple voices, each more tortured than the other. “Again!”

“Darling, I’ll finish these scenes, then I’ll be on my way to you. I’m going back to 505. I don’t care if it’s a seven hour flight.”

You think it’s funny how he thinks his sweet words can still swoon you. He’s ridiculously tempting. You’d probably still adore him with his hands around your neck, or you would last time you checked.

You almost can’t ignore that little voice in your head saying, ‘this is why it never works’, but you and Tom are like a little flicker, on and off and on and off. This time, you’re too tired to make the lights go dim. Perhaps, you’re too selfish to let him go, even though you probably should at this point.

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I really appreciate your writing and you’ve quickly become one of my favourite tumblr pages (seriously)🧡 This feels like such a self projecting request but could I request headcannons or imagines (whichever’s works best for you) of how the lads would celebrate the reader’s birthday (it’s my birthday in a few days hehe)

*gasp* oh my gosh, thank you! And happy birthday dear, I'm so glad you're here! 🥳🥳 Since it's coming up I'm going to do this one now, I'm sure everyone waiting for requests will understand! (Thanks peeps ❤️) I hope you get this before you're birthday's passed dkdksksk but enjoy your special day!!

And now, let the festivities with the boys begin!!

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George

Ok so we all know George is like a low key kinda guy right?

But also, really personal and sentimental!!!

So I could tooootally see him throwing you a surprise party!

It's been a long, tough day at work and you're feeling absolutely drained

One of your work friends remembered your special day today, but so far that's been the only highlight

At least you get to spend the evening with your Georgie

You unlock the front door and walk in to find the flat surprisingly dark

Strange, you thought he'd be home by now?

You sigh dejectedly

Can today get any worse?

You flip the lights on, put down your things, and kick off your shoes

Maybe what you really need is a good drink

The thought doesn't do much to lift your spirits, but you figure you'll forget about that soon enough

You round the corner to the kitchen and turn that light on as well

And as you do...

"SURPRISE!!"

All you can see is bright colors

The walls are absolutely covered in streamers and balloons, surrounding a haphazardly hung Happy Birthday sign

A few brightly wrapped packages are sitting on the table a little bit aways from a brightly frosted cake

It looks a little worse for wear, but charming none the less

And then, as though you could possibly forget, George has popped up from behind the table

He's wearing a striped party hat and a colorful tie as he gestures to his handy work

"Happy birthday love! You didn't think I forgot did you?"

You can barely speak, you're so, well, surprised!

So you forget the words. Instead you rush over to George and nearly tackle him with a hug

"Oof! Haha, so you like it then?"

You're bouncing on the balls of your feet by now as tears of happiness prick your eyes

"Oh George, I love it! Did you do all this?"

He beams proudly, "Yep! Sorry, but I lied this morning. I didn't go to the studio today, instead I was decorating and baking"

George gestures to the cake

Now that you're on the other side of it, you notice the back is missing some frosting

Before you can even ask, George scratches his scalp sheepishly, "Sorry, I got hungry... It smells pretty good at least! Good sign I'd say"

You laugh, and kiss his cheek in thanks, your awful work day long forgotten

George gives you one more big squeeze and kisses you back

"Happy Birthday love..."

He lets you go and pulls out a chair for you to sit

"Now, let's see about this cake, eh?"

You laugh again and wipe away some happy tears as George lights your candles

John

Honestly, I can't decide if John would want to do something cute and low key for you like George, or if he'd want to take you out and totally have a ball!

So on that note... Why not both?!?

I feel like John is extra enough to do something like that lmao

You wake up on the day day of your birthday in the way you least expected

Is something... Burning?

You jump out of bed and rush towards the smell. You don't even notice that John isn't in bed with you

As you hastily approach, you find that somewhere in there, something actually smells quite good...

It would seem your nose has led you to the kitchen, where the sounds of gentle sizzling and John swearing awaits you

John yelps, having burned his finger on the pan, and he sucks it, growling in frustration

"... John? What's all this?", You ask groggily

The man in question whips around, looking surprised that you're awake, as though his work in the kitchen wasn't loud as bombs

"Uh... Happy Birthday! I thought I'd make you breakfast in bed", he turns his attention to the pan and flips it's contents aggressively, "Or, try to, that is"

You smile, just glad that the house hasn't burned down (yet)

With a quiet yawn you walk up behind him and lean on his back, holding him for a hug

"I can help you know..."

"On your birthday? Absolutely not. Besides I'm nearly done"

You rub your eyes and release him

John directs you to the table to sit before he fetches two plates

When he returns, he's set out a full english in front of you. It's only a little burnt

He goes off once more to bring back the kettle and all the fixings for tea before pouring two cups

At last, he gives you a kiss and sits to eat with you

He asks how you slept and how you feel, all the niceties to help you wake up

Once you've finished your small talk session, he takes hold of the conversation for a moment

"Well, when you're done here, make sure to go get all done up and ready, I've got a whole day planned for you! First, I thought we'd go to that big mall you like and you can have whatever you want and this time I promise not to rush you. Then, I've booked a place we can go dancing and then have an early dinner. And then...!"

John jabbers on in his excitement, and you let him go, growing excited yourself

Besides, it's not everyday he's in a mood like this!

Once you've finished eating, you promise John that it was delicious, and no, it wasn't too burnt

He cleans up for you while you go off to freshen up for the day and eventually, John does the same

"Alright, ready!"

You descend the staircase while John watches, his mouth hanging agape

You're like an absolute angel, and John wonders how a guy like him got so damn lucky

John takes you into his arms and you give him a kiss

"Everything alright?"

He swallows and manages a smile

"Fine! Just fine..."

You smile knowingly and allow John to lead you out to the car

He opens your door and then takes you on your little adventure

Astonishingly, John keeps his word, and is on best behavior while you enjoy your time in and out of your favorite stores

He even carries your bags for you

When you get to the dancing next, it's absolutely magical

The ballroom is beautiful and you feel like royalty as John spins you around and around, waltzing through the evening

And finally, the long awaited dinner is excellent

Nearly as good as the special birthday dessert John gets for you both to share

Paul

Now I know here on this blog we've had some discussion on Paul's love language

And I think we've settled on some mix of gift giving and words of affirmation

So he'd DEFINITELY have to incorporate that in his celebration of your birthday!

And what better way to express that then with music!!!

It seems for months at least Paul has been absolutely consumed with work

Whenever you see him, he's pening sheet music or writing lyric ideas in his notebook

You figure he's working hard on an upcoming album, so you think nothing of it, only reminding him to rest now and again

But... As the day of your birthday comes closer, you're feeling a bit worried

Of course, you don't want to pull him away from his work, especially if it's so urgent it's got him this busy!

And yet, this is a rather special day and you'd hate to spend it without your beloved boyfriend

He hasn't had much time for you lately, after all...

However, you say nothing on the matter, not wanting to make him feel pressured either way

And when the moment of truth comes, Paul comes through!

You wake up to kisses and a simple but tasty breakfast

Paul seems as though he can hardly sit still while you enjoy your food

"Are you alright?", you suppress a laugh

"Me? Fine! I just, I have something for you when you're done there... It's downstairs!"

"Oh?", you laugh and finish up quickly, curious to find your surprise

When you're all done, Paul takes your hand and leads you after him down and around to living room

He takes you up to the record player and hands you a small, wrapped square

"Go on!"

You unwrap it carefully

Our falls a little birthday love note written in Paul's writing and a 45 record

The note explains that this is a special song his written just for you, and only you

This 45 was pressed just for you, he even had it colored your favorite color, rather then the standard plain old black

You turn to him with a tear in your eye after reading the touching note

"Is this what you've been working on all this time?"

Paul laughs and holds you close

"It is! I wanted to make sure it was my finest work for you! Just in time too, you've no idea how sick and tired the lads are of me asking for their feedback"

He laughs again, then gives you a kiss

"Well go on then, put it on!"

You do, and he's absolutely right

This is his finest work

Better then please, please me

Better then a hard days night

Even better then she loves you

The song is longer then your average little Beatles' song. It has all of Paul's romantic, boyish charm to it, sharpened and honed by the feedback and refinements of all the other three

It's sweet and slow and sentimental and it has no right being as wonderfully amazing as it is

Paul rushes off to bring you some tissues, as tears trickle down your cheeks

He dries them for you and consoles you with that old charming smile while the song comes to a close

"Now hold on, there's something on the back!"

Paul flips the record over and some birthday wishes from all four of them play before a silly rendition of happy birthday closes the b side out

You're absolutely speechless and Paul is so happy just to know that you love it

He takes you out for dinner that night and when you're done, you come back home for cake and champagne

And after that is all said and done, Paul puts on your record and the two of you slow dance the night away

Ringo

Honestly, Ringo's birthday plans were the first to come to mind, they're that strong lol

He'd want you to have as much fun as possible!!

Of course sweet stuff like dinner and dancing and all that is nice, but...

Well, Ringo thinks your birthday should be a celebration of living and having lived, and what better way to do that then some good old fun!

He is the king of light hearted and high energy after all lol

On the morning of your birthday, Ringo is excited practically from the second his eyelids open

You weren't expecting to be awoken to the sound of your boyfriend chanting your name as he jumps on you to get you up, but here you are

"Wake up, wake up! Happy Birthday!"

He flops down to give you a kiss and hug

Although you're quite groggy, you can't find it in yourself to be mad

You chuckle and wrap your arms around him, "Good morning, Ritchie"

"Oh, uh that too"

He kisses you again, and cuddles with you until you're properly awake

Once you're ready to get up, the two of you journey to the kitchen and make breakfast together

You make pancakes, and it's a wonder there's enough left for cooking and consuming, considering how much batter you wasted tasting it and smearing it on each other

Honestly, you don't even want to get started on the flower absolutely coating your PJs, hair, and the floor

Even as you sit to eat, Ringo's mop top is dusted white and stuck with small clumps of batter

You don't mean to, but you can't help but burst into laughter at the sight of him

Ringo tosses some blueberries at you with a sour look, and you return fire with a dash of whipped cream on his nose

At that, he joins you, adding his deep, goofy laughter in contrast to your soft voice

At last you manage to eat in peace and when you're both satisfied, you decide to leave the dishes and the mess for another time

For now, you have a birthday to celebrate!

You both shower and change into some casual attire

"Ready?"

"Ready!"

Ringo sprints outside with you in tow

He takes you to the bus stop explaining his plans for the day

And that would be... Whatever you want!

You ride into town and look high and low through the little shops for some excitement

Nothing too interesting catches your eye, and so you head over to the park instead

It's a beautiful day out, and Ringo holds your hand while you walk the trail

But suddenly, he stops and turns to you

"You're it!", he taps your shoulder and tears off before you can react

"Oh no you don't!"

You follow right on his heels though the lush grass, the sun warm on your hair shoulders

At last, you make one more lunge to grab him and end up tackling him in the process

With a shriek of surprise, you fall to the ground with him, rolling through the fragrant grass

You roll your last and find yourself splayed out on his chest

For a moment, you're worried he's hurt, but Ringo bursts into a fit of laughter beneath you

"Ya got me!"

He pulls you closer and you rest in the patch of sunlight together, breathless from the chase

Once you've caught your breath, you both return to town

Ringo has a bit more fun in mind before the day's over however

He takes you to the roller rink, and despite his lack of cordination, you both have a blast

Afterwards, he takes you to an ice cream parlor and you both get floats and a sundae to share

He takes you out to dinner after a bit more walking and when you return home he sings you happy birthday and you have some cake too

You cap off the night with an absolute sugar rush and dance the night away to all kinds of swing records and jazz music

When you've finally exhausted yourselves, you pass out on the couch and cuddle each other to sleep

#the beatles #ringo starr x reader #john lennon x reader #paul mccartney x reader #george harrison x reader #birthday #beatles imagines

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rainbowcarousels · 3 years

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hope you feel better, take it easy and just thought of a funny fluffy idea. cloud is just so short, when was the first time each one of them had the realization? like all of them are generally tall so it's normal for them others being shorter right? but like cloud is short on average not just compare to them

I could so easily cry in my three-inches-short-than-Cloud despair here, but instead, I bring you this. Since we see everyone but Zack and maybe Angeal have that realisation in JBSWM’s main text, I picked a moment for each where the realisation was important. Hopefully this still fits the bill!

“Okay, I see what you're doing,” Zack said. Feedback was going to be helpful if he could pinpoint what was going okay and what wasn't. It was their third time in the training rooms and every time Zack put himself into a position to strike, Cloud would move himself out of reach by pacing back or to the side. “But you can't always dodge your way out of a fight. Sometimes, you just gotta get in there and fight.”

“Quit being so slow then,” Cloud shrugged.

Oh, how much a couple of months changed things because he wasn't even a little bit of a mumbly mess around him now. It was just easier to telegraph what he was doing if he went slowly and Cloud wasn't enhanced. He didn't want to hurt him!

“Okay, try to block me,” Zack lunged low and made a pleased noise when Cloud did in fact block him with the sword forced onto the ground. “Let's try that again!”

This time, he aimed high and was surprised to find himself spinning around in a circle in place. Confused, he looked at Cloud who stared blankly at him.

“I said not to dodge,” Zack reminded him.

“I didn't,” Cloud said. “I barely moved and you missed.”

“No way!” It was harder to get an accurate pinpoint of movements because his hair did give the appearance his head was further up, but he wasn't that bad. Right? “Really?”

“You got some of my hair,” Cloud pointed to the ground, where yep, there was some strands of blonde hair. “Remind me never to come to you for a haircut.”

“Just stand your ground so I can get a better idea of your defense, okay?” Zack said.

“Sure,” Cloud said. “I just didn't realise you wanted me to go easy on you.”

That led to all thoughts of defensive work being abandoned in favour of getting him into a headlock he wouldn't let him out of till he said he was the greatest or it was time for dinner. Whichever came first!

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“What are you doing?” Genesis asked, as if he couldn't guess from the current angle that Cloud had pulled himself up onto his knees on the kitchen counter.

Cloud must not have realised he was coming, because he almost immediately lost balance and Genesis could thank his excellent reflexes for the fact he managed to catch him moments later. Cloud looked at him owlishly, then to his arms currently supporting him more on his ass than his legs, then back at him.

“Cloud?” Genesis prompted, more out of worry that he was still having processing difficulties than discomfort from the position. Not unexpected at this early stage, but having had no one he cared for severely incapacitated by the SOLDIER process or maintenance, it was easy to get caught up in a flurry of worry of for him. Besides which, he really was frightfully small and weighed nothing. Hopefully this was normal for him and not a glaring sign of decreasing resources.

“I'm okay,” Cloud said, shaking his hair out of his face with abundant fury.

“What were you doing?” Genesis looked up to see a precariously placed plate. “Did you do the dishes?”

“You won't let me contribute in any other way,” Cloud said. “I was trying to help.”

“Because you're recovering which is a full time occupation,” Genesis chided lightly. “I would have done them when I returned.”

Cloud gave him a look he usually saw on Angeal, which was both surreal and a little funny. “You would have done the dishes.”

Had they really reached the point he noticed that? “Eventually,” Genesis amended. “Those cupboards were not made for someone of your stature. If you insist on doing them, I can put them away.”

“Are you calling me short again?” It shouldn't have been so endearing to see him huff and puff in his arms like that, but it was.

“I believe we settled on travel sized,” Genesis corrected, moving reluctantly to get him back on his feet. “Let's take a trip back to resting before you fall and crack your head open. Blood would be murder to get out of this carpet.”

Cloud's feet didn't even reach the end of the sofa.

While Angeal had suspected they might not as he had sat with him on his lap while Genesis helped Zack make up a bed on his couch, it was still startling to see it. It made him seem small and vulnerable, so Angeal did as best he could to get him into a comfortable position and put the blankets over him. At least when his awareness returned – which it had at this point given the upset that would happen if he did not – he would be cosy and comfortable.

Someone would have to retrieve either his clothes. Genesis had made noises about simply buying some more but there was something that felt safe about wearing something that was your own. Or someone you loved, as evidenced by the fact half of his clothes seemed to be co-oped by his partners in what was more likely a fiendish scheme to make him do their laundry.

All they could do now was wait.

---

Sephiroth was caught. Given the still early nature of their relationship, he was unsure of what the etiquette regarding Cloud having fallen asleep when he didn't want to was. With Genesis, it wasn't a good idea to wake him because he became 'stabby' without enough sleep so it was always helpful to let him get some if he needs it but Angeal liked to be woken provided he wasn't in bed in case he positioned himself badly.

Cloud was technically in bed, but he had said he didn't want to sleep. But he also needed sleep and didn't seem to be having any intense sort of nightmare. He was a deep enough sleep that Sephiroth had reached over to remove Zack's PHS from his hands and not only had his grip been slack, but he curled into Sephiroth's side and pushed his head close into his chest so much that Sephiroth could feel his eyelashes moving against his skin.

It was oddly pleasant.

Perhaps this is what felt safe during sleep for Cloud. It had taken him a while but he could also admit to feeling at his most safe when Genesis, Angeal and even Zack were so close he didn't even have to open his eyes to know they were there. If Cloud liked it, perhaps it would help keep nightmares at bay. Sephiroth pulled himself closer, letting his chin rest on the tips of blonde spices.

When Angeal had come in later and compared him to using Cloud as a teddy bear – a soothing device for children to simulate affection so their caregiver could do other things – he could hardly deny it. Being able to wrap himself so completely around his small form had felt good, warm and safe for him too. That even tired and emotionally wrung out, he could still protect him and keep him until he awoke.

Sephiroth hoped that he wouldn’t awaken too soon.

#askbox fic #agszc #final fantasy 7 #fic: just be still with me #(loosely)#kualamon

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queenmylovely · 4 years

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Learning Curve

Summary: Ben hardy x fem!reader. It can be so hard to find the words to ask a significant other for something new.

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: cussing, fluff, smut (protected sex [what’s that?], oral sex, fingering, daddy kink, etc.) (18+!! marked with ***)

A/N: It’s finally time for my 500 follower celebration to kick off! According to the polls, this comes in third place, making it the first I’m posting. Thank you so much again to everyone who follows me, including the people that have since I hit 500, cause it’s been a minute, whoops. I’m excited for this one and thank you to Brigid (@illfoandillfie) for reading this over and instilling confidence in me 💖 The other two will hopefully be coming out in as many weeks, so keep an eye out! Any feedback is super appreciated but especially replies, messages, and asks are super helpful for my writing ‘cause I get to hear what you think!

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About six months into your relationship with Ben, you were feeling… fidgety. It wasn’t anything to do with Ben or your feelings for him, those were going strong. And it wasn’t the sex, or at least wasn’t that the sex was bad. In fact, it was amazing and Ben was really good at it and making you feel good, but sometimes it felt like you needed more. And you were pretty sure that you had put your finger on what exactly that more was, but didn't know how to broach it with Ben.

It was something that you had experienced with a couple other boyfriends, though it had happened naturally and in the instances where it hadn’t you had never brought it up. It was in no way the reason any of those relationships failed, you just thought that it’d be best to at least talk about it with Ben because you felt like you were going to be with him for a long time and it seemed right to be honest with him about this and your needs.

The resolution to be honest did not make what you wanted to say any less awkward. You had absolutely no idea how to bring up to your boyfriend, who was seemingly pretty vanilla, that you wanted to call him daddy. When you were in the moment, the word turned you on too much for you to be embarrassed, but in the cold light of day, it always brought some heat to your cheeks because you had a hard time believing that you found it so hot. You weren’t into ageplay and didn’t want to dress up (that’d just require too much effort anyway), but the comforting, cared for feeling you got whenever you were in that particular subspace with a partner was something unreplicatable in any other situation.

You had had to explain some things to Ben in the past. Stuff like the purpose of safewords and how they’re used for instance. He knew all about consent and always made sure the both of you wanted to do what you were doing and were having a good time, but safewords had never come up with previous partners. You had decided on yours together: cactus. Something short and easy to say that would never come up in during sex out of context. Plus cacti were cute. Now, every time either of you would see one in real life, you’d point it out to the other and giggle together at your shared secret.

There were other things that you had taught Ben about like bondage (so far just handcuffs around the headboard), spanking (he still wouldn’t slap your ass very hard, but that was okay), and even some toys (both of you really liked vibrators). But for some reason, this was the time that you were the most apprehensive. Maybe because this was the first time that it was something that was about you, it was one of your kinks, and it wasn’t shared by everyone. In fact, some people couldn’t handle it at all and didn’t understand why anyone would like it. If Ben was one of those people, you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable by bringing it up. And, you didn’t want Ben to see you differently or judge you because you couldn’t imagine breaking up at this point. So you were nervous about letting something as relatively trivial as this get in the way of your budding relationship.

You decided to take a couple of days to figure out what you wanted to say and to hype yourself up. It also wasn’t really fair to assume that Ben would judge you. He had been so understanding and empathetic towards you with all things (not just sex stuff), so there was no reason to think he’d be any different with this, even if he didn’t think he’d enjoy it.

For the time being, you decided to keep your plans with Ben and try to stay in the moment without obsessing over what you were going to say. That kind of obsessing was best left for when you were trying to fall asleep.

This afternoon, you were going over to Ben’s apartment and planning on spending the night. His project at the moment was shooting in London, so you were seeing a lot of each other, which was good because you couldn’t seem to get enough of each other. After spending practically every other night at each other’s place for about two weeks straight, you had exchanged keys so it would be easier to see each other whenever. That was about a week and a half ago, and it had been so nice since.

So around 4:00pm when you let yourself into his apartment and called out for Ben and heard nothing back, you weren’t surprised. He had told you that he would be done sometime between 3:30-4:30pm, so you weren’t bothered. You slipped off your shoes and socks then went to set your little overnight bag in his bedroom. Then you headed to the kitchen, washed your hands, and grabbed a glass of water, scrolling on your phone for a minute.

Before you did anything else, you heard the front door open and started heading to it. As you were walking through the doorway, you heard Ben call out, “Babe?”

You smiled at him as he noticed you and his entire face brightened when he saw you. As you walked closer he reached his arms out to you and you giggled then ran into them. He pulled you tight to him, so tight you were lifted onto your tiptoes and you laughed. Ben joined in your laughter before pulling back to press a kiss to your lips. The kiss was short because you were both still laughing a bit, just so happy to see each other. You imagined that to anyone else you might be insufferable, but you didn’t really care.

“How are you?” you asked Ben, dropping your hands to rest on his chest.

His were still strong around your waist, “Good, happy to see you. You?”

“Same, so happy to see you,” you replied, rubbing your thumbs back and forth on his chest.

“You’re too fucking cute,” Ben muttered, leaning back in for another kiss. This one was longer and had some heat behind it that made you sigh happily into it. Ben swiped his tongue along your lower lip and you gave him access, getting a bit lost in the kiss as his tongue teased along your own. His hands slid down to your ass, just feeling at first. But then his grip strengthened and you knew what he wanted. Ben was a big fan of carrying you into whichever bedroom you were going to have sex in, feeling you up and making out on the way. But right now, there were other things to do.

“Ben,” you said against his lips because he wasn’t letting you break the kiss.

“Hmm?” was his only reply, so you pushed gently on his chest.

“We have to go start dinner, remember?” you asked, tilting your head towards the kitchen.

Ben frowned and threw his head back, groaning, “Do we?”

“Yeah, we do. We have to start this part and then we wait an hour and a half and then we can do the rest. So we have one and a half hours of time to fill after these fifteen minutes of work. Does that seem doable?” you said, giving Ben a look.

He finally realized what you were saying and smirked back at you, nodding. The two of you headed into the kitchen and Ben washed his hands and you both started on the meal prep. You were making homemade pizza, something that you were pretty used to doing but that Ben was still learning. For the best results the recipe said to make the initial dough and then let it rise for an hour and a half before rolling it out and making the pizza. It was a small pre-planning sacrifice to make for some of the best pizza you had ever had.

It was quick work, just combining the ingredients and kneading the dough for a couple minutes. You did a sort of reverse-Ghost move wherein you were Patrick Swayze teaching Ben’s Demi Moore how to work the dough. He was a quick learner and wanted to switch positions right away, but you knew that’d just distract both of you.

Once the dough was rising and both of your hands were cleaned of flour and sticky dough, Ben pulled you to him and kissed you. His hands came to your waist as his tongue swept along your lower lip. Then he lifted you to the counter and you made a sound of surprise, feeling his chuckle vibrate on your lips. Your legs spread wide to accommodate him and he got close to you, roaming your body with his hands. Resting your hands on his chest again, you lightly scratched down his torso causing him to groan deeply and rock his hips into yours. The feeling made you want him closer so you wrapped your legs around his waist to keep him that way, but before you even got settled again, he used that opportunity to pick you up.

You broke the kiss for a moment to laugh but went right back to it, loving his soft lips against yours. Ben carried you down the hallway, using one hand to hold you up and the other to feel you up. Once you got in his bedroom, you glanced towards the mirror as you usually did (because it was fucking hot to see Ben all over you) and let out a laugh when you saw that your ass was covered with flour.

“What’s so funny?” Ben asked you, already laughing due to your infectious smile.

“Look what you did to me,” you gestured to the mirror and Ben looked, breaking fully into laughter as well.

“Sorry, babe,” Ben replied insincerely and then you felt his free hand spanking your ass repeatedly, hard enough to make you moan.

“d--Ben!” you exclaimed, surprised by the change of pace.

“Just getting the flour off. What did you think I was doing?” he asked you with a smirk.

“I- um, nothing,” you replied quickly, but Ben knew exactly what you were thinking and exactly what he was doing. You tried to divert the subject, “Can we get on the bed now?”

“Of course, babe. We can do anything you want,” Ben replied, making strong eye contact that made you swallow thickly.

***

Ben sat down on the bed so that you were straddling his legs and pulled you right up against him. The two of you started working your hips against each other, your clothed pussy rubbing along Ben’s hardening cock and creating that sweet friction that made your mind fuzzy. Ben kept his hands on your waist to help guide you and yours moved up to his shoulders to anchor yourself. The kiss was also driving you into the moment, the feeling of his lips against yours, the movement of his tongue with yours, and his hot breath on your face whenever you broke apart to breathe made you want more.

Soon you broke apart to take off your shirt and Ben did the same. Then you took off your bra and Ben switched his attention to your breasts, lavishing them with kisses and licks, intermittently sucking on your nipples and nipping them just enough to drive you crazy. When you started moving your hands to Ben’s waistband, he flipped the two of you over instead so that you were laying in the middle of his bed and he was on top of you. Then he started to take off his pants and underwear, you rushing to do the same.

Ben kissed you again deeply, taking your breath away. He pulled away and started kissing your neck, making you moan. Then he said into your ear, “What do you want?”

“Fingers, your fingers, Ben,” you replied breathily, already desperate for him.

Placing another kiss to your neck, Ben ran his hand down your body lightly, raising goosebumps along your skin and making you shiver in anticipation. His hand reached your pussy and he just placed his hand there for a second, making your breath deepen. Then he put a finger at your entrance, getting it wet with your arousal and sliding it along to your clit. He rubbed little circles, making you hum in pleasure. Continuing to kiss and suck at your neck, Ben switched so that his thumb was rubbing at your clit and slowly pressed a finger into you. Your breath hitched and you felt Ben smile against your skin.

The combined feelings of his fingers and lips were making you a little hazy in the best way, the good feeling taking away anything unimportant and leaving only you, Ben, and how he was making you feel. But you wanted to make him feel good too, so you reached a hand down and wrapped it around his cock, smiling slowly when you felt his moan on your neck. You pumped him in time with his finger’s thrusts into your cunt, and that only made you want him inside of you more.

Ben added another finger and you gasped at the stretch, the feeling making your pussy clench and your hand speed up around Ben. Between the pleasure Ben was giving you, his reactions from what you were giving him, and how desperate you were for more, your mind was reeling.

Then Ben’s fingers found your g-spot and you cried out, unable to help yourself, “Oh--oh, daddy!”

You hardly knew what you said but felt Ben’s hips thrust into your hand a couple times and his fingers press harder for a second before his mind caught up with… the rest of him and everything stopped. Ben slowly removed his hands from you and moved your hand from him, propping himself up on his side to look at you.

“Um, we-- I think we should talk--”

“Oh, Ben, I’m so sorry,” you cut him off, covering your face in your hands. “I wanted to talk to you about this, I was going to soon. I didn’t mean to just spring this on you, or make you uncomfortable…”

There was a pause where Ben looked thoughtful. Then he spoke up, “You don’t have to be sorry. I’m not upset, I was just… surprised. This is something you’ve thought about?”

You felt your cheeks heat up but dropped your hands and nodded, explaining, “Yeah, it’s something that I’ve experienced before and I’d like to with you, if you’re okay with it, I know it’s not everybody’s bag.”

“Why do you like it?” Ben asked, it wasn’t accusatory, just curious.

Laughing a bit nervously, you stumbled as you tried to tell him, “W-well… I just-- I just get this really comforted feeling from it. And it’s also a power-control thing I guess, which you know I find really hot. The… giving up of control but with a whole undercurrent of trust and care is what it is, for me. And maybe because it’s so dirty.”

With the last sentence you covered your face again and breathed out quickly. Then you rushed out, “Not that it has anything to do with father issues or anything. I do not call my dad ‘daddy’ and it’s not about age for me either. Just so we’re clear about that.”

Ben nodded slowly and because you were so nervous, his face was unreadable. Then it was his turn to surprise you when he asked, “How does it work?”

That’s what he had asked you with all of the other things you had taught him about, and while you knew it wasn’t an absolute yes, it was closer to that than the no that you were expecting. You put your hands down again and turned to look at him better.

“Um, okay. Basically, I would, um, call you ‘daddy,’ and would answer you with ‘yes daddy’ or ‘no daddy’--”

“What would I call you?” Ben asked like he couldn’t help himself.

“Oh, you could call me whatever you want, but usually stuff like sweetheart, angel, baby girl, princess,” you told him and he nodded so you continued. “And you’d, um, be in control. Like, you’d tell me what to do and would be in charge of me.”

“Could you give me an example?” Ben asked, grabbing one of your hands and starting to play with it. Not so much to distract himself but to calm you.

“Mhmm, so orgasm control’s a common one. Like--”

“Like it’s up to me whether you can come or not?” he interjected, and it was hard to tell whether or not his voice was deeper than usual.

“Y-yeah, because--”

“Because daddy owns your pussy, doesn’t he, angel?” Ben asked and your head spun at how quickly the energy changed between you, and you got wetter at the same time.

“Yes,” you replied.

“Yes who?” Ben asked with an edge in his voice.

“Yes, daddy,” you corrected quickly.

“Good girl, angel. Now what to do with you?” he mused, bringing your hand up to his mouth and kissing each pad of your fingertips. The contemplative way he looked at you had you squirming in place, anticipating everything that he could do. “Why don’t you sit up against the headboard, angel? I want to taste that sweet cunt.”

“Yes, daddy,” you replied, moving quickly to where he said to go.

As soon as you were sat there, Ben laid down in front of you, using his hands to push your legs wide apart. Immediately Ben bent his head down and licked at your entrance, sliding his tongue all the way up to your clit and circling.

“So fucking wet for daddy, huh angel?” he said, looking up to see your reaction. Your eyes were practically rolling back into your head at just that and you reached down to thread your fingers through Ben’s hair.

“Please, please, daddy, keep going,” you replied, not quite able to look down at him still, but sighing in relief when his mouth went back to your pussy.

Ben sucked your clit, then used his tongue to press on it, constantly switching to keep you on edge. You couldn’t help your hips bucking up to his mouth as you got closer, but his hands on your thighs kept you from being able to do it too much. Ben could tell that you were getting close by the loud moans leaving your mouth and the way he had to hold you down tighter to stop your writhing.

“Now since this is my pussy, I don’t want it to come yet,” Ben said, pausing his movements to look up at you sternly and you whined in frustration. He continued, his voice dripping with condescension, “Oh is that hard, angel? Don’t worry, I do want this cunt to come, I just wanna feel it on my cock.”

“Oh, yes, yes, please, daddy,” you babbled, so relieved and excited that he was going to fuck you.

Moving up your body, Ben placed kisses to each of your hips, in between your breasts, and along your collarbone before reaching over to his bedside table. He grabbed a condom and put it on, swiping his dick through your wet folds.

Easing inside of you, you both let out a shaky sigh once he bottomed out. You moved to wrap your legs around him, but he stopped you, pressing your legs to either side with his hands like before.

“daddy wants you like this, angel,” Ben murmured against your lips and you nodded, breath quickening at his words.

Then he started a punishing pace into you, making you cry out again, “daddy, oh-- oh yes!”

Ben’s hips snapped into yours when you said that, eliciting another bout of moans from you. Your hands clung one on Ben’s shoulder, the other reaching up to his hair again. More because you knew Ben liked it than because you wanted dominance or anything, you tugged on the short hair at the nape of his neck and Ben groaned at the feeling.

Everything that was happening was pushing you swiftly to the edge again and you tried to let Ben know, “I’m-- I’m-- close, so so--”

Ben slipped one of his hands from your thigh to your clit, rubbing quick circles, “That’s it, angel, come for daddy. Wanna feel you clenching around my cock.”

You did, shakily crying out “d-daddy!” as the pleasure grew and broke out across your entire body, both hands holding tighter to where they were. And it was the pull on his hair, your pussy pulsing around his cock, and your uneven cry that set Ben off.

He came with a high, strained moan, thrusting twice before burying himself in your heat and holding there. As you both came down, he kissed from the tops of your breasts, up your neck, finally finding your mouth. His soft lips comforted you as you came down from your high that had honestly worn you out quite a bit.

You smiled sleepily at him when he pulled away and pulled out, lying on his side next to you after taking off the condom, tying it off, and tossing it on the floor. Turning on your side to face him, you tangled your legs together, cuddling into his warm chest and tucked your head in the crook of his neck.

Leaning your head up, you pressed a soft kiss to the side of his neck and whispered, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome angel,” he said in his rumbly after sex voice and you shivered.

“That needs to stay reserved for this. If you say that in general conversation I’ll be a mess,” you told him.

He chuckled and nodded, “Okay, but same goes for ‘daddy.’ Unless you wanna be fucked hard in the next empty room we find, we gotta save it for private.”

You nodded your assent as well, but both of you tucked that information away in your heads for future use.

***

Ready to pass out in his arms, you settled into them, sighing contentedly as you did. Ben’s hand rubbed soothingly along your back and he hummed softly under his breath.

He could feel your breathing evening out, so he said, “We can nap for a bit, but remember that in about forty-five minutes, our dough will be ready and we gotta make pizza.”

You buried your head further into his neck and groaned, “Do we?”

Ben laughed and replied, “Yes, you made me make food before sex, and now I’m gonna make you eat before sleep. Or at least show me how to finish it so I can eat. You know I can’t go to sleep on an empty stomach.”

“Okay, okay. Forty-five minute nap it is,” you replied, tapping his arm so he would continue his movements before. He did with a light laugh, starting to hum again because he knew how much it comforted you. You pressed one last kiss to his skin before sleep claimed you and your body relaxed into his.

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Three Days ~ 77

~*~Emma~*~

I woke in the morning feeling more relaxed and rested than I had since the last week I'd been in Hawaii. Music, friends, sex, and cuddling with my boyfriend were a good recipe for contentment. I felt light as air. Part of that was knowing today was going to be a fun day. We'd been dating for a month. I'm not big on celebrating every anniversary, but I am generally aware of them. A month isn’t anything. I've had many month long relationships. As I've said before, a month is usually when I decide if it’s worth continuing. Sometimes it takes a little longer. Depends on how much we've seen each other. If it's a weekend only thing, four dates might not be enough. If it's been more frequent it might be too long. Sebastian has been in the middle. We've spent a lot of time together and some stretches away. I like the combination. If you see each other a lot it's easy to lose yourself in something new. Friends and your normal routines get pushed away in favor of the new relationship, but if you don't see each other often there's a tendency to not want to let go of your normal for the relationship. I don't know which is better. For me, if I'm more interested in doing what I normally do I'm not very interested. On the other hand, too much together at the expense of other things can cause a problem when one of you wants some normalcy back. Finding that balance can be hard. That we've both had prior obligations has made the balance easier. I like how our self-care time has worked its way into our relationship. Exercise, meditation, guitar practice have started to be us time too.

I lifted my head and saw Sebastian was still sound asleep. He was on his back, one arm over his head and one thrown out to the side. His legs were similar. The one closer to me was stretched out and nearly touching me. The other was mostly out from under the covers with a bent knee. His face was relaxed with a slight smile on his lips. One part of him was not relaxed. Nothing unusual about that.

I should help him out. He had said waking up to find me sucking his cock would be a good thing. He was positioned perfectly with space between his legs and the sheet close. I wonder how long it will take for him to wake up?

Very slowly, so as not to move the mattress, I moved between his legs. Once there, I carefully lifted the covers over his erection. I paused a moment to let any movement settle and to look. As far as penises go, he's got a nice one. Somewhere between six and seven inches, just right girth (for me anyway), with a slight up and to the right bend. He's uncut, which is actually my preference. Foreskin is fun to play with and with the under bits being protected from rubbing against pants all day, they're more sensitive. I know a man who as an adult got circumcised at his girlfriend's request. Even years later he regretted it. Sex wasn't the same. He was less sensitive and needed much more stimulation to get off be it masturbation, oral, or intercourse. He developed a preference for anal because the increased tightness made up for the loss of sensitivity. I can feel the difference inside me too. That bit of extra skin moves in an unpredictable way. I'm in the lucky minority that can often come from vaginal intercourse, but it’s easier with uncut. I like Sebastian's cock. We're good friends.

I wrapped my hand around him at the same time I took him in my mouth. No teasing. I wanted him to wake up to full on suction. My hand pulled his foreskin down where my tongue could work his most sensitive places. That's when he moved. I kept my eyes up to watch him. He stirred a little, rolling his shoulders, and slowly licked his lips before biting the lower one. Sexy as fuck. I kept a slow and steady pace. Every few strokes he became more alert. A quiet moan, shifting his hips, a hand in my hair, and finally, a "Feels good, Emma." A few seconds after speaking his eyes opened and met mine. He looked like he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Since he was awake, I backed off and used my tongue to tease him. He hissed in a breath, "Fuck." When I returned to sucking him properly, he mumbled, "I love you." before arching into the bed. From there it wasn't long before his orgasm hit. I can't decide which I like better: the feel of him coming in my mouth; the way he pulled my hair; or the sounds he made better. All were good.

I kissed my way up his body, giving him time to regain his senses. I loved the way his stomach jumped with my wet kisses. I could spend all day doing nothing but covering him in kisses. I don't think he'd make it through. I estimate an hour before he'd be buried inside me. I made it to his neck before laying down on top of him. His body against mine made me smile, "Buna dimineata, Sebastian." <Good morning>

"Foarte bună dimineața, dragostea mea." <Very good morning, my love.> Sebastian laid his hand on my face, turning it to him and kissed me softly, but thoroughly. "That's a kick ass way to wake up."

"You were positioned perfectly." I smiled and pressed my lips to his.

He kissed me again and I sank against him. The way his hand stroked my lower back felt great. The slightest bit firmer than a tickle. I shifted my hips a little, craving the contact. I needed attention, his attention. Sucking his cock may not bring me physical pleasure, but the feeling of power, his reaction, and the sounds he makes definitely have me feeling some sort of way. The sort of way that only Sebastian can fix.

Sebastian rolled us over and laid kisses on my neck. His hand moved to my breast and I hummed happily as his fingers kneaded me. When his mouth took over, I purred, hooked my leg around his, and rubbed against him. "Ah, I want you."

"Good."

It was very good from the first lick of his tongue to the final stroke of his cock. The way we kissed, touched, and held onto each other was a wonderful way to wake up.

We laid in bed holding hands while we caught our breath. I rolled over to lay my head on his shoulder and feel him. I like the stretch of skin between his armpit and pecs. I kissed him there before taking in his face, his blue eyes looking over to meet mine. "Tu iubusc, Sebasti-an."

He smiled, "Tu iubusc." We kissed softly. His fingers brushed through my hair and down to draw nonsense patterns on my forearm as it lay across his stomach.

"Want to hear my tentative plan for the day?"

"Very much."

"Go for a run, hit the gym, then back here for a shower. Relax, meditate, practice guitar, have sex. Shower. Pizza, park, movie, ice cream. Back here for slow dancing and more sex." He waved his hand around. "Eventually sleep."

"Can we add in finding where your parking space is? I'd rather drive down than deal with luggage on the train."

"Sure." He smiled. "When you fly back from Paris you should stay here. I don't want you driving tired."

"You sure?" I liked his plan.

"Wouldn't have given you a key if I wasn't." Before I could say anything, he went on. "I don't give out keys. I trust you and the thought of you asleep in my bed with me not here makes me happy."

I just looked at him.

"Why are looking at me like that?"

I don't know how I was looking at him, but with any luck, it was close to how I was feeling. "I think that's the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me."

He started to roll his eyes and make a joke but stopped himself. "You're serious."

I raised my eyebrows and nodded.

Sebastian slowly gathered me in his arms and kissed me. "I'm glad it's me."

"I am too." I put my hand on his chest. "You don't have to..." his kiss stopped me from finishing the thought, "make a big deal out a month."

"I want to."

"Second sweetest thing anyone's said to me."

"I'm on a roll."

A few kisses later we got dressed and had a cup of coffee before heading out. We ran along the less busy streets, winding in and out, and ended up at the gym. This was a heavy day for him and I opted for a yoga class. I lifted some before the class and kept an eye on my lover. They laughed as much as they lifted. A couple of times I caught him watching me, his friends did too and would wave at me and shove him. I blew Jackson a kiss before heading to class.

I found Sebastian later sitting with the others and drinking a smoothie.

Len hugged me, "Good to see you've hung around. My boy must be doing ok."

Sebastian put his arm around my waist, "She's forgiving."

"I have no complaints." I poked him in the side, "Except he's letting me starve." I ordered a chocolate cinnamon protein smoothie. "Good work out?"

"Yes. Feeling flexible?"

That was a loaded question. I patted his face, "We'll see."

I got to hear stories while we drank our smoothies. Funny stories. Embarrassing stories. Stories that made Sebastian cover his face. I thought about diverting, but honestly, it was too funny and his reaction was too cute. I could tell he was having fun too. He filled in details on the walk home. Including several parts that would have been more embarrassing to them.

I was still laughing, "Why didn't you out them back there?"

"They would have made up more shit to embarrass me."

"Friends are awesome!"

Our afternoon was lovely. I settled next to Sebastian on the couch for meditation "Should I be doing this on my own? Not using the guides. And I missing some benefits?" I've wanted a regular practice because I know the benefits, but my stress to do it right held me back. I needed a guide. Sebastian can be my guide. Now, our second joint meditation session seemed like the time to ask.

Sebastian was holding my hand and pulled it up to his lips. He was smiling at me in a way where he thought I was cute and I was the one overthinking. "The object is to change your brain waves by relaxation and not focusing on thoughts that drifty by. It’s training to focus and what to do with interruption. It's whichever works for you."

"Will you do mine with me and give me feedback. I'm not sure what I’m supposed to feel or be doing."

"Sure."

"It won't ruin your practice?"

He frowned and shook his head, "Might learn something new."

I picked one of my favorites that I thought would resonate for him. There's a short story about finding peace and when you take it in it's part of you and can return there. You imagine yourself suspended in a globe of light supported in a bubble or being surrounded by loving hands. You breathe in peace as yellow sparkling light and breath out your worries. Then you’re walked through letting go and releasing tension and back to the bubble breathing in joy. By the end of the meditation, you’re breathing in the yellow light and breathing it back out. The dark has been released. There's several minutes of quiet before your brought back to full awareness.

When it was over, I opened my eyes and let out a sigh. Sebastian took my hand, "Tell me what you felt. What you did?"

"I see myself in a transparent balloon surrounded by golden light. In the bubble I bounce slowly, never touching down, arms out, kinda dancing to the music. I see me breathing in the yellow and breathing out the black. I'm listening to the affirmations as I bounce in the ball, I'm always smiling and bouncing, and by the and the air I’m breathing out is the same sparking gold I breathed in."

He smiled, "How do you feel?"

"Happy relaxed. Arms and limp heavy. I don’t want to move."

"Did you get pulled into thoughts?”

"Some, but it's pretty easy to get back into my bouncing and twirling.”

Sebastian leaned over and kissed me, "You're getting the benefits of mediation. If you a more comfortable with words and music stay with it."

I cocked my head, "What did you think?"

The way he took a minute to think told me it wasn't his favorite. "You get caught up in counting breaths if it's silent. I had trouble not critiquing my floating and my breathing never went to yellow. Frustrating."

We laughed. "You need unstructured and I need more structure. The opposite doesn’t work."

"Yes, but both do the job."

"Cool." I kissed him as I stood up. "Gonna get my guitar."

Sebastian kicked back on the couch with his fingers laced on his stomach and his eyes closed while I practiced. Maybe he was meditating again since my version didn’t work for him. He just sat there with a smile on his face. I ran through favorites and familiar things. Sebastian never moved. When I finished I walked over, putting a knee beside him and pressing my lips to his. “You asleep?”

He smiled wider, but didn’t open his eyes, “Nope, listening and enjoying my life.”

“Good.” I kissed him again, “I’m going to get ready. Big date tonight.”

~*~*~

I walked into the family room in the bright pink swing dress with embroidered accents. It was a fun first date outfit that would look good with the necklace my boyfriend had bought me. We'd be walking a lot, so I wore flat strappy sandals. Sebastian was in jeans, a white t-shirt with an abstract blue geometric print, and white trainers. We make a cute couple.

He sat up on the couch, "Can I take a picture of you?"

"Sure."

This was a little more complicated than him hitting a button on his phone. I didn't mind. His wanting me a certain way, to capture how he sees me, made me feel beautiful.

He got what he wanted he came over and kissed me, "You look pretty."

My face dropped, "Pretty?"

"First date. I don't want to overdo it."

I smiled, "You didn't get laid on our first date, how far do you want to take this?"

There was an immediate change in his attitude. He cupped the back of my neck, bringing me in for a deeply passionate kiss. "You're so beautiful. I can’t help myself. I don't know how I got so lucky."

I patted his chest, "Don't oversell."

He kissed me again, his hand leaving my neck to settle on my ass "Too much for a first date. Perfect for now."

My heart rate quickened. He does such things to me. I folded my arms around his neck and took over the kiss, pulling at his bottom lip before fully engaging. His grip on my butt tightened and he pulled me up and against him. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." He took my hand and headed toward the door. A few steps in he leaned closer. "Back on track for getting laid later?"

I scoffed, "Absolutely."

Turning the other way he pumped his fist, "Yes."

We took a cab to a by-the-slice pizza place before heading into Washington Park. We found a bench and unpacked our dinner. Sebastian always takes up a lot of space. He sprawls. Sitting on the bench his thighs were wide, well into my space. My response was to drape my legs over the invading one. When food was gone, he laid his arm on my leg, his fingers playing on the skin behind my kneel. We watched people, talked, and enjoyed the sunshine.

There was time before the movie and we took off walking. On the edge of the park, he pointed our joint hands at the buildings on the NYU campus. "You went to NYU."

"Grad school. I used to walk this park a lot. Lunch. Study."

He squeezed my hand, "We could have walked by each other or sat on the lawn feet from each other."

"Maybe." I saw a familiar face crossing the street toward us and pulled him in that direction. "One of my professors." We drew closer and I stepped into his path, "Dr. Simon."

"Emiliana, what a surprise. Are you here buying books for next semester?" He shook my hand with a smile.

This is embarrassing. "No, unfortunately, I wasn't accepted. Thank you for your wonderful recommendation." I glanced beside me, "I'm here visiting my boyfriend. Sebastian, this is Dr. Simon. He taught my favorite reading class and was my student teaching supervisor. Dr. Simon, Sebastian Stan."

They shook hands and exchanged pleasantries. "If you need to learn to read, you're in luck."

Sebastian laughed, "I could have used her help about twenty-five years ago."

Dr. Simon returned to me, "What do you mean you weren't accepted?"

Sebastian was lost. I explained quickly, "I applied for a new doctoral program in digital media and learning. Dr. Simon was nice enough to write me a recommendation." I looked to Dr. Simon. "I received confirmation of my application and that emails would go out in May. I never received anything."

"It’s a new program, nothing is on time. I assumed since you were on campus they'd gone out. Between your master's work, your post-grad continuing education, your online classroom, and marvelous letters of recommendation it wasn't a difficult decision. Congratulations, Emiliana."

"Really?" I'd been disappointed, but had been distracted since late May.

Dr. Simon leaned in, showing me his phone, "I'm on the admissions committee." The top of a document read “Acceptance Fall 2019” and there was my name on a list of ten.

I dropped Sebastian's hand and hugged my former, and apparently future, mentor. "Thank you so much."

He laughed, "Don't thank me, you did the work. I'll check on the emails tomorrow. You two have a good night. Nice to meet you, Sebastian."

"You too, Dr. Simon."

I stared after Dr. Simon for a few seconds before facing Sebastian. I was excited and in shock. "Oh my god."

Sebastian's smile matched how I felt. He took both of my hands, "Congratulations, baby."

I threw myself into his arms, feeling my feet leave the ground, "Thank you."

He was still smiling widely when we parted. I got a sweet kiss before he took my hand and started in the direction from which we'd come. "Do you want to skip the movie?"

"No, no." I shook my head. “More to celebrate.”

"You need to tell me everything."

I took a deep breath, letting it sink in a little more. "After I moved to Beacon, I started taking classes every winter. Too cold to do much else. Continuing ed, coding, and digital media. That's when I started building my online class. Last summer NYU announced a new doctoral program. Several of the classes I’d taken fell under the listed courses. I figured I might as well apply the classes to a degree. Since I hadn't heard from them I’d started researching other programs, but got distracted and hadn't applied."

"Umm, distracted.”

"Much more fun than classes.”

"Good to know." He bumped my hip with his "Does this mean you're moving back to the city?"

I thought I noticed a lilt to his voice and felt bad squashing it. "No, it's an online program. Predominately. I think there's a couple of in-person seminars each term, but even those can be arranged distance learning."

"I can't say I'm not a little disappointed." He let go of my hand to put his arm around me. "At least you'll have a place to stay for seminars."

"At least." I squeezed his waist and held onto the hand on my shoulder. “The way it was on the website there's a lot of room for designing my own degree. There are parameters and foundation courses, but it's up to me and my advisor to make it work for me."

"That's exciting, a do-it-yourself doctorate."

I laughed, "Yeah, I liked that idea. Take what’s important to me, what I want to do."

"What do you want to do?"

"Not sure. Maybe nothing. Just something to further my teaching. I like learning and taking classes." I took a step away where his hand fell off my shoulder and I could turn to him. "I do know what I want to do right now. See a first date movie with my handsome older lover." I didn’t want to derail our date too much.

Sebastian gasped, "Scandalous. Cradle robber.” We had a good laugh with that one. "How do you feel about a subtitled horror movie."

"You'll have to read it to me when I cover my eyes."

"The Orphanage" turned out to be both an effective scary movie and a touching drama. We jumped and cringed. I buried my face against Sebastian's shoulder. And by the and we both had cried.

The sky was dark when we exited the theatre. I tucked my arm through his while we walked. Sebastian stuck his hand in his pocket, squeezing my arm close. We talked on the way to our next stop. I enjoyed hearing Sebastian's opinion on the filmmaking.

Admittedly, I didn't pay attention to the same details he did. "Now, I want to see it again and see what you do."

"You don't want to get me started. I can talk for hours. Friends make me shut up."

I rubbed his bicep, "If I want you to stop talking, I'm sure I can find a way to distract you."

"I'm sure you can."

I smiled slyly, "I'm excited to see you in something and hear how it came together. Or see several takes and then see the final product. How often is the movie not what you expect from what you shot?"

"Usually. It’s more of nuances than anything major. Sometimes what I thought was the best isn't used. You have to trust the director. It's their vision. Marvel movies are different because sometimes you have no idea how anything connects. You may know someone is in the movie, but if you don't have a scene with them, you'd never know. Seeing those the first time was fun. Any project is if I can get out of my head" He put his hand over mine, "You'll get to see and if you ask me questions while we're watching something at home you'll hear more than you want."

I sang, "I know how to distract you."

Sebastian went for a mango gelato and I had milk chocolate. It didn't matter since we wound up sharing. I staked out a table while he bought it. For once I preferred what I ordered. From there it was a short walk back to his place. Inside, I handed him my phone, "My playlist tonight?"

He quickly unlocked and found the app, "What's it called?"

I quirked an eyebrow, "Bastian slow dance."

Sebastian rolled his eyes, "Naturally. How silly of me?" He started scrolling. “Thanks for going with Bastian."

"Alphabetical order is our friend."

After hooking my phone into the speaker system and hitting play he came back to me, holding out his hand. "May I have this dance?"

I put my hand in his and curtsied, "I'd be delighted."

"First time you curtsied we were heading into the pool house."

"Not for dancing."

He hummed with a grin, "Still rhythmic movement."

"It was a good night, but so were the two before."

We reminisced and laughed. Sharing memories of things we knew and a few we didn’t. "Here we are, a month after the world’s longest and most innocent first date." He pressed his lips to mine in a chaste kiss. "I'm a better man and in love in a way that I didn’t know was possible. I’m happy it's you."

The sincerity in his tone and the love emanating from his eyes burned. I slid my fingers through his hair, leaving them on the nape of his neck. "You're a good man, Bastian. I don't believe you've ever been less than a good man, you just lost your way. I'm glad I was there when you got back on track."

His lips tightened and he shook his head, "I was back on track, but I didn't know where to go or how to get there. Once I had your attention how could I not crave it." He kissed me longer this time. "Nothing is chance. A bag of chocolate chips started a neurochemical reaction. Ghirardelli knew we were a good match.”

“And we were smart enough to not mess it up."

We danced in silence. My head on his shoulder. His hand warming my lower back. His lips brushed my temple as the second song ended. I felt my pulse pick up. I looked up, meeting the soft touch of his lips, the slightest taste of his tongue. He held my body tighter against his. "I love you."

I smoothed my hand over his shoulder, "I love you."

His eyes squinted as he looked at me, "You rarely say too. I love you too."

I smiled slowly, "Too makes it sound like an afterthought, a response, instead of a fact."

"Hmm." The corner of his mouth turned up and he glanced toward the hall then back to me. "I'm going to carry you off to my bed and make love to you now."

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softladyhours · 4 years

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Eric Derekson x Touch-starved!Reader

Summary: Eric notices that something might be up with Y/N. He immediately becomes the embodiment of ‘they must be protected at all costs!!’. Meanwhile, the feeling is mutual uwu

Pairing: Eric Derekson x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: FLUFF, a lot of talk about pee at the beginning (?), innocent intimacy, and two (2) pining idiots

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I FINALLY DID IT!!!! I don’t write a lot but I love this boy with every fiber of my being and my touch-starved self wanted to project so here we are lol. Hope you enjoy it! If you do, feel free to like and/or reblog, but please do not repost without giving proper credit!! Thanks y’all and, as always, feedback is appreciated!

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Eric was really regretting his life decisions. His big new years resolution was to stay hydrated, and he was doing really well! But, pair this with a day full of back-to-back meetings at Egos Inc. and Wilford’s excitement for a weekly dinner engagement with a certain not-ego, and you end up with Eric’s current predicament: anxiously pee-dancing in silence outside of said not-ego’s only bathroom.

“Oh, just hold it in until we get to Y/N’s! They have a bathroom at their apartment and it’s only, what, a ten minute drive?” Wilford had insisted as he gently shoved Eric out of the office building’s doors and into the parking lot. ‌“I wanna get there before Dark eats all the hors d’oeuvres!”‌

Of course, the eccentric journalist had neglected to factor in rush hour traffic (easily turning ten minutes into twenty-five at the very least) as well as the fact that, even after traffic, they were running an hour-and-a-half early.

After no one answered their knocks at your door, Wilford used a spare key to let himself and Eric inside. Most of the lights were off and it almost seemed as if no one was home, if it weren’t for the music blasting from the back of the apartment. It wasn’t until then that Wilford thought to check his watch.

“Oh my,”‌ his eyes widened before he facepalmed, chuckling at himself. “I suppose I was a little too excited to see our dear Y/N that I‌ completely lost track of time–we’re much too early!”

Usually, Eric would have been mortified at such a revelation, but he was a little too focused on his bladder and how he felt it was going to rupture at any second.

“Th-that’s nice, but can you, well… where’s the, the bathroom please?

“Oh, right! In the hall, first door on the left!” Wilford took off his shoes and plopped himself down on the sofa, getting comfortable. Meanwhile, Eric rushed in the right direction, only to have his heart–and possibly his bladder–damaged beyond repair.

As he approached, he realized with horror that light seeped through the crack at the bottom of the door and that the music that was coming from behind the locked door was barely masking the sound of running water. You were taking a shower. Terrified to intrude, he hurriedly checked the other three doors in the hall hoping for some kind of saving grace. There was an office, a linen closet, and your bedroom. Fighting back tears, he returned to the door of the only bathroom in the apartment. ‌‌ Even if he could gather the courage to knock you wouldn’t be able to hear him over the noise, so he settled for silently praying to any and all higher powers that you wouldn’t be too long.

Twenty excruciating minutes later, the running water stopped and the music was turned down. Desperate to not wet his pants, he timidly knocked. The music stopped. Silence. He knocked again and spoke up.

“Hey Y/N? It’s Eric and I’m really sorry to intrude but–”

The door unlocked and swung open, revealing you in all of your towel-wearing glory. It was all Eric could do to keep himself from throwing himself past you and towards your toilet.

“Oh, hey Eric! You’re early! You really scared me for a second–”

Not able to hold it back anymore he nearly yelled,‌ “I’MREALLYSORRYBUTIREALLYNEEDTOPEE!”

A little taken aback, you finally processed his words and the obvious urgency and quickly stepped out of the bathroom,‌ ‌“Oh, of course!‌ I’m so sorry–” ‌

He rushed past you, almost not noticing the wall of thick, humid heat as he entered the bathroom before slamming the door, unzipping his fly, and finally releasing the agonizing pressure. As he finished his business he took a deep breath of relief. That’s when he fully processed just how hot it was. He was already sweaty and his shirt was already starting to cling to his torso. It was suffocating. And a little concerning.

Eager to get out, he washed his hands and opened the door, instantly meeting the relief of cool A/C. Also you. In a towel. Oh yeah, that had happened. He was suddenly grateful for the flush from the heat that probably (hopefully) camouflaged his actual blush.

You were smiling and laughing a little. ‌ “Feel better?”

He smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck in nervous embarrassment. “Yeah‌ I, I feel a l-lot better, thank you, uh, s-sorry about that.”

You chuckled, patting him on the shoulder before moving past him to finish getting dressed, closing and locking the door behind you.

It was the next day and Eric couldn’t stop thinking about you. Well, to be fair, you had been on his mind a lot lately anyways, but he was still a little hung up on seeing you in a towel, to be honest. ‌And also your incredibly hot showers. How did you not look like a lobster?

“I don’t.”

Eric looked up from his desk to see Google looking back at him, both parties visibly puzzled. “Huh?”

Google’s monotone voice replied, “‌I share no physical resemblance to a lobster, literally or metaphorically, nor do most people.”

Eric’s cheeks heated up, realizing he must have been talking to himself.

“Uh, sorry,‌ I-I didn’t mean to say that out- out loud,” he explained. Google just shrugged before returning his focus to his computer. Before he could stop himself, Eric found himself catching the search engine’s attention–on purpose this time.

“Hey, uh Google? I have a question…”

“Yes?” Google asked, not looking up from his screen.

“Why do some people take really hot showers?”

The android sat up straight and turned to face Eric before reciting his findings: “An article from Lifehack.org says that ‘According to the researchers at Yale University, people who take a long-hot shower or bath may do so to subconciously ward off feelings of loneliness and isolation’.” ‌Looking unimpressed, he returned to his work.

Eric felt a pang in his chest. He wondered if you actually felt that way. He tried to convince himself that you were probably fine. But part of him couldn’t help but worry. ‌You were amazing! You didn’t deserve to feel lonely! And you weren’t going to. At least, not if he had anything to say about it.

For one brief minute, his anxiety had vanished, replaced with an almost foreign sense of determination. He picked up his phone and typed out a text, asking if you wanted to hang out after work. He still didn’t know if he would actually confront you about the loneliness thing, but he could at least be a good friend and spend time with you and hopefully show you how much he cares. Before he could psyche himself out, he pressed send. Then that brief minute was over. The impact of his anxiety made him want to puke.

Meanwhile, you were in your apartment. You had finished your work early and had just gotten home. Exhausted, you decided you would have a quiet night in, with maximum comfort. Feeling inspired‌ (and not wanting to try to relax surrounded by clutter), you quickly went around your apartment, doing a quick clean-up: throwing away those leftover soda cans, washing a few dishes, tossing some dirty clothes in your clothes hamper, making up your bed, etc. After everything was fairly neat, you got ready for the most crucial aspect of relaxation. A nice, hot bath.

Getting some clean pajamas and underwear ready, you started the hot water running. You grabbed your phone, to pull up your favorite relaxing playlist, when you got a text from Eric:

Hey, do you want to hang out after I get off work?‌‌ We could stay in or go out–whichever you prefer!

Shocked, but not in a bad way, you think about it for a moment. This seemed a little out of character. Eric was almost a hermit unless someone else took the initiative–or unless one of the other Egos dragged him along. You smiled to yourself at the thought.

You had been meeting Wilford and Dark for dinner every couple of weeks to maintain contact since, between your job and their lives at Ego Inc., life could get hectic. Though, a couple of months ago, they had talked to you and, after your consent, started bringing Eric along. They had explained his timidness and that they thought it would be good for him to get out of the house and hang out with someone whose face didn’t suspiciously resemble that of a certain famous YouTuber.

And so you were introduced to Eric Derekson. Wilford had teasingly warned you that Eric was almost as “heartbreakingly handsome” as he was, to which you just laughed. Then you met him. His shy, sweet nature had seized your heart strings and nearly yanked them from the muscle beating in your chest. Pair that with his, frankly, beautiful face (and butt–no, you weren’t proud you had checked the man out but, to be fair, it’s a really nice butt) and you were smitten. But you played it cool and, as the two of you got closer, he slowly seemed to grow more comfortable around you, which warmed your heart (and your face), but this proposition to hang out was still a milestone. Especially if he meant just the two of you.

The thought made your heart flutter, but you pushed it down. You couldn’t risk getting your hopes up. Besides, before anything else you were his friend, and friends hang out together. So you took a deep breath and typed out your response, deciding that you wouldn’t mind sharing your quiet night in with Eric.

That sounds nice! If you want to come over to my place we can order pizza and hang out. Maybe Netflix or something??

Eric nearly passed out from relief. You had almost immediately replied and one, you seemed happy (maybe even excited?) about the concept of hanging out and two, you wanted to stay in (he was terrified you’d be in an extraverted mood and try to take him out dancing or something–you had teasingly threatened to take him clubbing a while back–even though he knew you’d never do that to him, his anxiety still hated the possibility). He sighed, releasing the tension from his body before arranging the time he would come over. You had proposed six o’clock, knowing he got off work at five. ‌He agreed. ‌

As he set his phone down, his face heated up and a new type of anxiety filled his system with butterflies, the good kind though. He smiled to himself. He really was excited to spend time with you. You were so kind and gentle with him, but never condescending. Stunning and confident, but never arrogant. Not to mention he could just go on and on about your intelligence and sense of humor. From that first dinner, he knew he was wrapped around your little finger. ‌Although, thankfully, he’s managed to not make too much of a lovesick fool out of himself. So far.

You were lounging on the couch look at your go-to pizza place’s menu when someone knocked on your door. Getting up, you quickly unlocked the door to reveal Eric, looking as handsome and nervous as ever. Smiling and greeting him, you opened your arms for a hug that he immediately accepted. He had never been used to hugs before he met you, but he always enjoyed yours–you were a really good hugger.

You pulled away and closed the door, leading Eric to the couch to sit and decide on dinner.

“Ok, so,” you turned to him, “I have a coupon for two large pizzas, a couple of two liters and one of those dessert pizzas, what do you think?”

Eric grinned. ‌ “‌That sounds amazing.”

“Awesome!”

You called the restaurant, ordering the feast. Then, while waiting for your food to be delivered, you and Eric talked. He caught you up on the Jims’ latest antics, you ranted about the drama at your workplace, and by the time the pizza got there, the two of you were giggling like idiots over who-knows-what. As you set out the food on your coffee table and reaching for the tv remote, Eric spoke up.

“You know, it’s really nice hanging out with you. We never have time to talk like this.”

Smiling at the sentiment, you replied, “Ditto,” making you both giggle. “For real though,” you said, “I’m enjoying myself too. You’re pretty cool, Derekson.”

His cheeks started to tingle, but he fought off the blush. He wanted to talk to you, seriously, before you could turn on the tv.

“Hey, uh Y/N?‌”

“Yeah?” You replied distractingly. Suddenly you weren’t quite sure where you had left the remote and were scanning the coffee table and food packaging.

“Can I- can I talk t-to you for a, a second?”

You immediately stopped scanning upon hearing his stutter. He rarely stuttered around you anymore so when he did, you took it seriously. You nonchalantly leaned back into the couch, sitting and getting comfortable, giving him your full attention.

“Yeah,” your voice was a little softer. “What’s up?

His brow was furrowed and he couldn’t quite look at your face. “Do you, uh, remember th-that time I‌ nearly wet my-myself?”

You lips quirked, concealing the smile that wanted to spread across your face at the mental image. You felt kind of bad, but it was really cute. Not to mention his reaction to seeing you half-dressed…

Your cheeks heated up, but you played it cool. “Yeah, what about it?”

He sighed. ‌ He didn’t seem nervous, which was odd, but more frustrated or confused. “You take really, really hot showers.”

Squinting your eyes, you gave him a puzzled look, trying to conceal your smile. Realizing that sounded wrong, his anxious countenance returned with some stuttered apologies.

“I-I meant that you, uh, you– when I went in th-the bathroom, it was really hot. Like, like suffocating!”

“Ah, okay,”‌ you were silent for a moment, not any less confused than before. “So what are you getting at?”

Eric’s blush darkened. ‌‌ “I just remember um… I- I uh…” he noticeably refuse to look in your direction now, trying to find his words. You patiently waited–you could tell he was getting frustrated by himself. After a moment, he closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

“Apparently some people t-take really long, really hot showers to cope with, with loneliness and I‌ guess I- I just wanted to make sure that you were, that you’re okay.”

You had no words. He reluctantly opened his eyes to look at you, silently hoping with everything fiber of his being that, just this once, he didn’t screw up. You looked at coffee table with an expression just a little too tense to describe as neutral. Eric was about to apologize and try to salvage the night ahead when you relaxed your face, closing your eyes and sighing deeply.

When you opened your eyes you turned to face him again. He hadn’t noticed until that moment just how tired you looked. Sure, you had the faint beginnings of bags under your eyes, but what shook him to the core was your eyes. As you let your walls down, your eyes seemed to age a couple of decades within a few moments. Where there was usually a sparkle had grown just a little too dull.

“To be honest with you? I’ve been struggling a bit lately.”

Eric could practically feel his heart start to fracture in his chest.

You continued, “Like, it’s nothing major, but I’m just tired. Things are starting to weigh me down more, if that makes sense…?” You shifted, not entirely comfortable with admitting to hardship, but Eric stared at you intently, nodding slightly for you to continue. Having anyone’s (but especially his) entire attention on you like this felt so intimidating and… intimate. You weren’t used to it by a long-shot.

“Really, I’m okay I just… I guess I’m a little lonely. I didn’t realize what I was doing, with the hot water, I mean, until you said it, but yeah…” your voice faded off and your embarrassment started to color your cheeks. “Part of it is that, I have really physically affectionate tendencies but I’m also really touch-starved.”

Eric look confused.

“Well, for one, I haven’t had a significant other in a long, long time and I’ve never really been in a touchy-feely group of friends before so, even though I love it and want it so bad–”

“You’re not used to it,”‌ he finished your sentence.‌ “So… you get embarrassed.”

“Precisely.”

Eric nodded and muttered, almost to himself, “‌I get that.”

Silence fell for a moment before you spoke up.

“Thank you,‌ Eric.”

He looked at you, confused. “For what?”

“For checking in on me,”‌ You replied, grinning in spite of yourself. “I mean there’s not really much to be done, but I‌ appreciate it a lot.”‌ You grabbed a plate and loaded it with some pizza before trying to find the remote again.

Eric watched you fondly, with a quiet “You’re welcome,”‌ before an idea came to his head.

“We, uh, we could b-be cuddle b-buddies.”

You almost didn’t hear him and it took a moment to process what he was saying. When you did though, you were pretty sure a tomato would be jealous of your face’s shade of red. ‌When you turned to face Eric, though, he was about the same so that made you feel a little better. He smiled at you nervously, awaiting your response.

“Ok,” was all you could get out.

He was a little shocked. But definitely relieved. “Really?!” He mentally scolded himself for sounding too excited, but he couldn’t help it–he was!

“Uh, y-yeah that sounds really good!”

And so you finally found the remote while‌ Eric fixed his plate and after a quick, stutter-y deliberation, you turned on a movie. You paused before looking at Eric, who was already looking at you. You both smiled and giggled a bit, instantly relaxing the tense atmosphere a little bit.

Turning your attention to the movie, you slowly adjusted so that you were sitting up, but leaning against Eric. ‌ He eased his arm onto the back of the couch behind you, allowing for a closer proximity. Red as lobsters and so full of butterflies you almost couldn’t eat, the two of you watched the movie.

As the movie progressed, you both started to relax and feel more comfortable. Even though you were still having issues with normal breathing, it was so so so nice. When you finished eating, you placed your dishes on the table and readjusted.

He ended up laying down with you laying on top of him, with you resting your head on his chest, near the crook of his neck while he rested one hand on your back and caressed your arm with the other. You were so warm and soft in his arms, like a weighted blanket. And he adored your occasional little sighs by his ear that would make his breath hitch, just a little. And his shoulder was such a wonderful headrest while his heartbeat was so soothing to hear underneath you. But every time he adjusted to wrap his arms around you a little more, your heart skipped a beat. It was the most calm, relaxed, and serene exhilaration you had ever experienced.

After the movie ended, you quickly started another. This time, when you thought it couldn’t get any better, he ended up spooning you. He had grown comfortable with the new closeness surprisingly quickly and almost dragged you onto the couch, excited to hold you close. This gesture alone made you nearly explode from happiness.

He wrapped one arm around your waist and rested the other under your head. He ended up absentmindedly rubbing your stomach while nuzzling his face into the back of your neck. After you adjusted and were finally breathing somewhat normally again, you relaxed into the curve of his body and, before long, fell asleep. Meanwhile, Eric felt like he could combust with joy. He had yet to tell you exactly how he felt about you, but this new arrangement was definitely a huge step forward.

When he was sure you were asleep, he tentatively placed a soft kiss to the back of your neck before getting comfortable and falling asleep.

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What’s Clickbait again?

Shawn Mendes x Reader

Word count: 2459

fluff and angst overload

I honestly don’t even know what I'm doing, this idea has been floating around in my head for the past couple of months, this is also my first time writing so if you have any feedback it is greatly appreciated. unedited bc idek.

Summary: You’re dating Shawn Mendes but was in a long term relationship with David Dobrik and met Shawn through a collab David was supposed to have with him. David is now collabing with Shawn finally and finds out you’re dating the pop sensation.

Masterlist in my bio pt. 2 & 3 out now

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Today was the day Shawn was collaborating with a mysterious youtuber, whether he knew who he was working with or he just forgot to mention who it was to you was nerveracking. Shawn asked you to come along to this video shoot when he heard it was specifically for YouTube. Dating David Dobrik for 3 years had its perks, you knew your way around bits and how to shoot scenes, how to get things done quickly and efficiently. Met numerous people in the industry and those working for youtube itself thanks to David. You worked great under pressure and Shawn loved that about you. He wanted you with him to calm his nerves, he didn’t know what he would be doing or with who, he just knew they had a huge following. Shawn didn’t particularly like that youtuber’s went around torturing people for views, or making fun of their lives for amusement so having you there knowing the ropes in its entirety would calm his nerves immensely.

You were currently finishing getting ready wondering how on earth Andrew would lead Shawn blind.

“Babe we need to leave in 15 minutes or we're going to be late” Shawn called from down the hall.

“Are you sure you want me to go with prince, what YouTubers are you even working with today, maybe I won’t even be of any help” I pouted as I walked out of the room and towards Shawn. Hoping that he would tell me even though he hasn’t for the past 3 weeks.

Making my way into the hallway with a pout on my face he looked up at me “Stop pouting it’s too cute, you calm my nerves princess, this youtuber world is odd, you seem to know most of them so you can talk for me. Stop trying to get out of it you promised” he pouted. Silently cursing yourself for promising him if he took this brand deal with YouTube, you would be right by his side with whichever youtuber they threw at him was now coming back to bite you in the ass.

Remembering how Shawn got offered a brand deal with YouTube for a bit more exposure before tour didn’t seem like a bad idea considering he started on YouTube they figured he’d blend right back in with Youtube’s number one stars. PR agreed that they wanted to throw his face in with a bit of a newer crowd of vloggers, and Youtuber’s hoping to get ticket sales to go up and expand his audience since Shawn got along with everyone and its how he rose to fame.

Taking two long steps towards me Shawn placed a kiss on my forehead, calming my nerves I snuggled into his chest more. I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face into his chest “bub I haven’t seen these people in ages I don’t even know If they know were dating” I mumbled into his t-shirt hoping he didn’t hear me

My brain was going a mile a minute after me and David broke up I stopped hanging around the vlog squad I kept in contact with some of them Zane, and Alex mostly when Ilya and Dima come into town I would have dinner with them and catch up. Natalie never contacted me after even if I reached out, she didn’t want to betray him. I never put myself in a situation to make David uncomfortable, after seeing him go through his break up with Liza and constantly having her around broke him. I wanted him to heal and be happy.

Grabbing my chin and giving me the biggest puppy dog eyes, he could muster, “bub I love you and we might not be public yet but who cares? you and David broke up months ago, I don’t think anyone would even bring it up if they see you with me and if so, so what they’re going to find out eventually. I love you and you love me.” He pecked my lips as I closed my eyes and continued to pout our foreheads pressed together as he mumbled something.

“what was that,” I ask

Shawn moves a step back sighing “is that why you don’t want to go public” he’s looking at the ground and playing with his rings stealing a glance at me “you still love him and want to get back together with him?” he looks defeated and my heart sinks.

“Shawn Peter” I close the space in between us, threading my fingers through the curls on the nape of his neck so he can lean down and I can rest my forehead on his. playing with the curls there while my other hand is softly holding his cheek. I feel his arms wrap around my waist but he’s still looking at the ground, my heart sinks how could he ask such a question.

“Shawn Peter Raul look at me please” he glances up at me through his long lashes and I gaze into his eyes, I could get lost in there for ages honestly, all I see is love and nerves he looks at the ground again. I play with the curls on the nape of his neck and make him look at me again

“Shawn Peter, I love you with every single ounce of my being, you are not a second choice or a rebound in any way shape or form, do you hear me. i love you, for you and I have never EVER felt this type of love in my life from anyone and it honestly scares me that I love you so much, I will do everything in my power to make you happy, feel safe and loved sooo much love, inspire you because you make me want to be a better person, you Shawn Peter Raul Mendes are my person and the universe has a funny way of making things happen for the best possible ways. I love you rockstar and you couldn’t get rid of me if you tried, I just want to stay in our love bubble a little longer, I just don't want to be clickbait for these people but if you want to go public and you think we’re ready we can, I don’t ever want to hold you back”

Shawn’s grip on my hips tighten as he crashes his lips into mine but as soon as I melt into the kiss he’s pulling away and putting his face in the crook of my neck “I’m sorry” he mumbles into my neck and I feel his breath on my pulse

“prince you’re gonna have to speak up what’s wro-“

he steps back in front of me disconnecting our bodies entirely he’s wiping his eyes and quickly grabs my hands looking at me intently

“I’m sorry I’m jealous, I’m jealous because he’s everything I can't be, he has some level of normalcy and I love you so much it scares me to even think that you might leave me when you get tired of me not being home every night like he was, I don’t care if we go public honestly it’s not even about that, I just don’t want you to feel like you have to settle for me because I was the first person you saw after your guys break up. I love you with everything in me and I know you love me but I knew from the first time I saw you I was in deep but you were with him and it’s just hard to think you gave up a little bit of normalcy to follow me around and I just want to make you happy” he intertwined our hands and starts playing with my fingers

“prince please believe me when I tell you I have never felt this much love and adoration for anyone, and please believe me when I tell you I’m not settling I love you and will follow you to hell and back no matter what it takes because there is no place I would rather be. here with you through thick and thin, rumors, tours, album releases, award shows, Calvin Klein campaigns-“I trail off in hopes to lighten the mood and he snorts and pulls me into a quick kiss “I love you so much”

our little bubble is broken when his phone rings as he lets go of my hand to answer his phone in his back pocket. he looks at me and raises his eyebrow as he puts the phone to his ear by the look on his face I know it’s Andrew and we’re late to the shoot.

Holding onto his elbow I grab him and pull him out the door “let's go rockstar, we can’t be late”

Shawn hangs up the phone and puts it back in his front pocket. His eyes crinkle up a bit as he shakes his head whispering as he suddenly got serious “Remind me what clickbait is again honey”

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walking through a Warner brother sound stage is surreal and weird, what kind of youtube production is associated with warner brothers. Shawn left to go find snacks at production and I’m left wandering when I hear her laugh. This literally can’t be happening. I’m about to turn the corner when I hear Natalie call out to me

“y/n is that you!?” I turn around and smile

“omg y/n I haven’t seen you in so long how have you been, are you working for the studio? or youtube? that makes sense if you were to work with youtube, who knows the ins and outs better than-“ she’s cut off by Shawn voice coming from down the hall.

the 6’2 Canadian comes in smiling from ear to ear at whatever he’s holding in his hands “princess look what I found at the snack table you’re not going to believe it-“ he looks up at you but he’s cut off by Natalie clearing her throat and he looks across from you shocked at first but he quickly composes himself and quickly glances from you to Natalie

“Oh hi I didn’t see you there, Natalie right?” as he extends his hand out for her to shake. she glances at you and quickly shakes Shawn’s hand.

“yah it’s Natalie nice to see you again.” Shawn gives her a genuine smile and looks back at me.

“princess look” he opens his palm and I see my favorite chocolate candy form the UK “they have SMARTIES!” he looks up at me and hands me the weirdly shaped box “they only had two so I grabbed them both I thought it was weird that they had them they’re so hard to find so I knew I had to grab them for you” he moves to put the second box inside your jacket pocket “okay princess I love you but I have to go brian will have my head, Andrew’s in a mood” he turned to Natalie “it was nice seeing you again Natalie” smiling at her he turns to me, quickly pecks my lips and walks backward smiling “I love you save some candy for me” while making dead eye contact and a hand motion signaling we’re going to be sharing these between us.

I laugh and yell “turn around rockstar I don’t want you to fall” he looks and laughs blows a kiss and turns around and walks down the hall to what I’m assuming is a dressing room.

I blush lightly looking at Natalie, whose eyes are wide “y/n how long have you been with him” she’s looking at me dead in the eyes now and the mood has shifted. I look down and start biting the inside of my cheek.

“8 months...but we were talking before that” I look at her and her demeanor changes slightly, she physically softens. I can't do this. just as quick as she softens she stiffens again

“y/n 8 months...so while David was heartbroken and blaming himself you were out gallivanting with the last person he was supposed to film with before you guys broke up are you serious.” her eyes widen “is that why you broke up because you met Shawn and you wanted to be with him?!”

“Natalie stop! it’s not like that and you know it! you know better than anyone why me and David broke up” my throat tightens and I feel like I’m about to cry. I feel her arms around me.

“I’m sorry ok don’t cry, I know I just-“ she pulls away with her hands on my shoulders looking at me sympathetically. “you’re his best friend I know” I move to take her hands off of my shoulders. suddenly not wanting anything to do with her. after the break up she refused to talk me, I didn’t only lose 3 years of my life with David I lost 5 years of friendship with Natalie too.

Having to go through a breakup with not only my best friends of 3 years, but I also ended up losing two of the people closest to me.

I take a breathe “I should really go find Shawn” I wipe my eyes and start looking around and rub my hands on my jeans “if they’re doing his hair over again he’ll want me to do it and-“

“does he make you happy,” she asks

I feel my chest tighten and butterflies erupt in my stomach at her question I smile “he really does” I go to wipe my cheeks again with my dry hand but can’t because of the smarties Shawn put in my hand and I’m smiling like an idiot all over again.

Natalie speaks up “you know David keeps those in the house now, they’re permanently on his rider for whenever we work with bigger companies or go anywhere he doesn’t eat them often but he likes to have them because they remind him of simpler times” she softly smiles at me, insinuating that the real reason Shawn found them was because David requested them.

I give her a tight lipped smile, she didn’t know anything, “it was nice running into you Nat I really need to go find Shawn” before she can say anything I turn around and as I turn the corner I hear an infamous vlog laugh come from the opposite side of the sound stage. I feel like my heart is going to burst.

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I Hope you enjoyed it and if you made it this far thank you, This is my first time writing so if you have any feedback it is greatly appreciated. I'm thinking of making a second part so if I should let me know. Thank you

Pt. 2

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i-am-the-market · 4 years

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King And Queen Of The Losers American Squalor Review

Hello! I usually don’t do this BUT I wanted to do a kind of review for the new King and Queen album because I fucking love this band and I’ve already listened to the album over 10 times since I came out this morning. If you DO NOT want to see spoilers if you haven’t listen to the album, go listen to it and then read this really crappy review. (Honestly Nate’s review is probably better but I wanted to review it too) THIS IS COMPLETELY OBJECTIVE AND IN NO WAY AM I SAYING THAT MY OPINION IS THE ONLY ONE THAT MATTERS OK? Black Hole: This is the first song on the album and since Scooter is the main one singing, we can assume that he’s the one that wrote this (they mentioned before that they sing whichever song they wrote). Right away you can hear the synth sounds in the background and during the chorus mostly. Scooter already mentioned he wanted to work more with that before so, it’s nice to hear the first song of the album dive into it. The lyrics have a morbid type of undertone that is honestly pretty standard with their songs but, this feels different since it’s hidden mostly in the chorus with the line “Everything is ok” or some variation of that. This song took me a bit to really get into so, 7/10 for me. Swing State: This is probably the most political-esque song on the album but, even with that it mostly is about the millennial/Gen Z struggle of living in this modern day political hell. This song highlights very real struggles of dealing with the capitalist bullshit that we have to live through by having our congressmen spend money on useless shit and not wanting the patriarchal company that is Apple to take over the modern day bullshit that is America. The lyrics, which were written by Kiwi, have this very anxious and nihilistic (Which is now called apathy) vibe that her songs from Crutch had too. This differs from Crutch though because it has a more anxious and having to deal with grown-up shit vibe instead of a “fuck everything life sucks” vibe that Crutch had (if that makes sense???) A solid 8/10 Hospitality: This song sound the most like a story than any other song. Much like Another Rehab song, Scooter talks about recovering from addiction and finding another wake-up call by landing in the hospital from a bad trip. They lyrics are very solemn and it crashes with the tempo and the key of the song in a tasteful way. This is a nice change of pace from Crutch since it shows a kind of growth that Scooter had from one album to another, with the last verse being hopeful in that he will get better. Because I liked Another Rehab Song, this is a 9/10 Jean Luc Godard: This song very much has Kiwi’s signature “fuck the government” and nihilistic attitude about everything (not to mention she sings this song too). This song mostly talks about finding comfort in similarities and differences but most importantly, realizing that most people in this generation can relate and come together over the need to fuck over capitalism but, not finding enough energy to do so. The lyrics really show justice to the apathy that young adults hold now and how the system has done nothing but fuck them over in the last 20 years with Jeff Bezos existing (”We both want to kill Jeff Bezos”) and how gas prices are insanely high. Although, this song is not one of Kiwi’s most political songs (*Cough* see Swing State *Cough*), it is very much about accepting that even though politics deem this generation as “lazy” and “useless”, it’s ok to find comfort in things that you can relate to with friends and just being straight up lazy. Overall, an 8/10 Electric Boy: When first listening to this song, It reminded me of Nine in the Afternoon by Panic since it like has that weird piano part (not entirely relevant but, I really like that song nonetheless). Since this song was a pre-release, I had more time to listen to it than the other ones so, I may sound a little better when talking about it. This song is mostly about Scooter finding that he is very much a source of comfort for other people even though that in the back of his mind, he is very nervous and insecure about living and trying to make it through this fucked up world. I believe this song is him saying how at most times, he has to step up to the plate for making other people happy but, neglecting his own feelings at times. You can tell by the lyricism in this song that he is growing as a musician and a writer. Especially if you compare this to his (arguably) best written song, Detox Days, from Crutch. Also, the fact that he tastefully uses the synth and auto-tune in this song makes it even better musically. This is a solid 10/10 for me. Lackadaisical: This song is very much the millennial/gen Z mood of the century with the work lackadaisical meaning “lacking enthusiasm”. Again, Scooter mostly talks about feeling a sort of way about life and living. Very much the apathy we are all extremely used to in KAQOTL fashion. The lyrics are a bit solemn but, as the rest of the album, hidden behind a curtain of major keys and high tempos. Not one of Scooter’s best lyrically written songs but, it’s still good. A solid 7/10. Up On Yr Feet: This song sounds more like Kiwi’s “Fuck you” letter to her job. She is very tired of having to put on a brave smile for everyone else and most likely is warning everyone else to run away from the fucked up-ness that is working a regular 9-5 job. The lyrics are a great warning for anyone else just settling to work a 9-5 job. They are very real and raw since Kiwi herself works a job like that but of course since she is in KAQOTL, she is looking towards just quitting her job and becoming someone who she WANTS to be instead of someone she HAS TO be. Great song. 8/10 Burning Building: Again, you can hear another band’s influence in this song (since in the beginning it really reminds you of Good Riddance by Green Day). Plus, the fact that the “Burning Building” talked about in this song is supposed to reference how Kiwi felt trapped in a mind-fuck where everything around her feels like its all crumbling around her. The building representing Kiwi’s mind while the fire represents her state of mind and how she feels that her mental health is collapsing from this metaphorical fire. The fire could represent many different things but, overall it’s a story of her wanting to stop that fire and save herself even though she feels like she is unable to. The lyrics are well-written by making this building come to life and manifest in a way where we, as the audience, can easily see what’s happening and how anxious and upset Kiwi is over all of this. This is easily her best written song by making her mental health come to life in this fire that seems to have a mind of its own. “I fought wild fires in prison but I didn’t qualify to be a firefighter when I got out” is easily my favorite line of lyrics in this whole album since it shows how even though she may have beat this “fire” before, that doesn’t mean that she is able to do it every time. Favorite song of the album. 10/10. I need the chord sheet right away. Stargazer: A H H H THIS IS THE ONE THAT SCOOTER GOT THE ORCHESTRA ON!!!! Honestly this song sounds fucking awesome with the orchestra and because of that, it gives this song a nice whimsical vibe since this song is about stargazing and is another love song between both Kiwi and Scooter. This mostly talks about the feeling of dreaming about being with your significant over and being love struck over anything and everything they do. This is a nice change of pace from the rest of the album and Crutch since it feels more complete and finalized as opposed to Detox Days (which I still love). The lyrics are amazing and beautiful since this song is another love song between them and in KAQOTL fashion, there are nihilistic undertones but, it still is very much a nice song between those two and I love how the orchestra in the background accompanies the guitar. 10/10. I’m a sucker for love songs. Deep Dream: This song was one of the pre-releases and I gotta say it’s a bop. This song is mostly Scooter’s manifesto about being in a dream-like state of going through the motions of living in this capitalist society. Having to go through the motions of a job for material possessions and being deemed “greedy” by the rich who forced him into taking part in this vicious cycle. The lyrics are very monotonous and this feels like an amazing artistic choice to really embody the hell that are capitalist jobs. These lyrics are amazing and do the song justice. 9/10 Apologies to the Hollow Men: Finally, we finish at this gem of a song sung (and presumably written) by Kiwi. This was one of the pre-releases and the first moment I listened to it I fell in love. I feel like this song is a sort of love song to the younger fans of KAQOTL who are caught up in societal standards that are detrimental to anyone’s mental health. Although Kiwi is saying that we don’t have to live up to the world’s standards of who we should be, she’s most importantly saying this to herself and I commend that. The lyrics of this song are amazing and I love how most of them start with “You don’t owe it to...” and I think that’s insanely important. You never owed anyone anything and you never will and I love that this is the message that ends this clusterfuck of an album. Also, always be as honest as you can with your doctor because it is helpful!!!! “This is how the world ends, with both a bang and a whimper”. Amazing song. 10/10 Overall Review of Album: I feel this is an amazing second album. KAQOTL took all of the feedback they got from the first album and used it to better themselves when creating this album. The overall tone of this is just a big middle-finger to capitalism and I fucking love that. Although this album tends to kind of repeat certain aspects, they did it in a way where it’s not super annoying so, every song feels like an entirely new experience and I love that. I definitely recommend listening to this album in it’s entirety cause it’s a roller coaster of a ride from start to finish. Most of the songs you’ll have to listen to more than once to really understand how great they are. Sure, this album has a few kinks to work out and the band is still so new that they don’t necessarily have a strong footing in the music industry but, this is a strong second album and let’s hope it doesn’t take another 2 years for another album. Overall score: 8.7/10

@kingandqueenofthelosers (Idk if they’ll see this but I hope they do)

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At Long Last: Chapter 2

Warning: mention of past trauma and self harm.

So here’s the second chapter i hope you like it, i still don’t know how long it will be but i will figure it out along the way and also based on your feedback on it.

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“I hate your advice.” Was Andrew’s way of greeting his therapist.

“Well hello to you too Andrew” Bee said with a sweet smile that reached her eyes.

Betsy Dobson was Andrew’s therapist which Andrew was referred to after his previous therapist gave up on him, surprisingly she’s the one that stuck with him.

She was ever soo patient with him and actually listened to him instead of just assuming how he felt or what he was thinking about and proceeding based on those assumptions.

Of course they got on the wrong foot at first what with Andrew’s temper he kept pushing her to get the disappointment over with except she didn’t disappoint him, she was ever patient and persistent with him even on the days when he wouldn’t utter a single word she was there and she never pushed back she would just sit there sipping her cocoa and talking about nothing in particular and he really appreciated it, and from there he started trusting her bit by bit, it was a rocky road but here they are years later and she was the only one after Renee his friend and sparing partner that he completely trust and could talk to about anything and everything.

“Why don’t you make yourself comfortable while i make us some hot cocoa and you can tell me why you hate my advice.” She said as she closed the door and started on the cocoa.

Andrew settled in his usual place on the couch opposite from her chair, his leg bouncing rapidly as he tried to sort his thoughts.

“There you go” she placed the hot mug next to him and settled in her chair, “ready?!” She asked with a smile on her face.

“I hate your advice.”

“Yes, you mentioned that but which advice is that?”

“To get involved in something besides school work, to try and engage with different people, that it would help me now that I’m off my meds and after.... after what happened with Derek and Aaron’s trial”

“Do you know why i advised you to do so?” She asked earnestly.

That was one of the reasons why Andrew liked Bee soo much, she considered his opinion and feeling when describing a coping method for him or advised him to do something that he wouldn’t normally do, and if he didn’t feel comfortable with whichever method they were using she had no problem changing them accordingly.

“I wasn’t in a good place after the trial, I retreated even more within myself to the point that i started itching for my meds which is crazy considering how much i hated my self when i was taking them”

Bee pursed her lips at this last part but let him continue not wanting to cut his train of thought.

“I felt even more worthless not able to protect my family from my past and i wanted to be numb for a moment and i started thinking about......ummm you know about.....”

“It’s okay take your time Andrew”

He exhaled took a sip from his too sweet, too hot cocoa and continued

“About hurting my self” and as he said it he started tugging at his black armbands that hid angry slashes across his forearm that he did himself way back when he wanted an escape from the emotional and physical pain.

She stayed silent for a moment giving him time to collect himself and continued,

“You know how proud i am with how far you’ve come since that set back, as you remember we started with small steps i asked you to try and engage more with your friends and family especially Aaron and it worked out right?! There is still a long way ahead of you too but you both have come to terms with what happened and that is a major step, so what happened that made you hate that advice soo much?”

“You know i chose to be responsible for the dorm rooms and report anyone breaking the rules which is pretty ironic since, Well it’s me but there were no other options except for sports and there is no way in hell i’m giving up smoking or following Kevin on that exy stadium with his hotheadedness and stubbornness about the damned sport, or acting classes which i would rather impale my self than participate in it”

That drew a small chuckle from Bee but she motioned Andrew to go on,

“Well, yesterday i was on a round and I stopped by this room like i had a million times before but yesterday I didn’t meet the guy who I thought lived there alone instead i met his roommate.”

“And you’re upset because you didn’t see the guy you thought lived there alone?”

“Well yes, no, I don’t know who to blame the guy for not being there or the roommate for being there.”

“I’m sorry Andrew but I’m not quite following”

Andrew took a longer moment this time, legs bouncing and fingers tapping his mug trying to rearrange his thoughts so he could explain the problem with the least amount of humiliation possible.

“I think I’m angry because that roommate guy, Neil, is..... he’s a bit, well im having a weird feeling since i met him.”

Bee didn’t laugh at him or belittle his problem instead she said, “define weird, is it good weird or bad weird?”

“I don’t know yet, all i know is that there’s this feeling at the pit of my stomach since i met him and it’s weird, and to top it all i found him hiding a kitten in the room which is against the rules so we made a deal that he would touter me in maths and in return I won’t report him.”

“Why don’t you try and sort through the weird feelings you’ve had before, think that you have two piled in-front of you one for the good weird feelings and and one for the bad weird feelings, that way you might be able to identify that particular weird feeling.”

Andrew nodded thoughtfully as her words actually made sense to him.

“So this deal, are you going to go through with it or not.”

“You know I don’t break my deals Bee”, she smiled fondly at him and continued

“So when are you meeting him again?”

“I don’t know I haven’t texted him yet” he said not meeting her eyes.

“Well you’d better hurry, he might actually help you figure out this feeling you have.” He nodded but didn’t say anything else.

“Is there anything else bothering you?”

“No, that’s all”

“Okay, I’ll wait for you next week in our usual time, but call me anytime you want or if there’s anything else bothering you.”

“Yeah i will don’t worry, thanks Bee see you next week”

“Andrew” she called for him as he reached the door, “if you want my opinion on the matter i think this is a good weird kind of feeling.” She said with a sweet smile and kindness in her eyes, which what was always Andrew saw every time she looked at him and it baffled him.

“Bye Bee”

After he left and got in his car, her words still ringing in his ears he fished out his phone, “tomorrow at 4 in the library don’t be late or the deal’s off.” He hit send tossed his phone in the glove compartment, rolled down his window and kept driving until he cleared his head.

Here is chapter 1

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