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#sam and max#sam and max freelance police#my art#narnour's art#I had these done a while ago and was planning to post 'em last week#but damn I was studying for my french exam and was so tired I didn't have the energy to turn on the laptop#I even had to change the calender in the background from March to April >:(#that's kinda pointless 'cause anyone could reach this post on any month other than April#but it'd be odf to be the 2nd of April and post a drawing that says March#odd*#max sleeping on Sam's lap like some fat cat
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Endpoint TEASER
Pairing: Jean Wonwoo x f!reader
Genre: fluff/smut (teaser), angst (full fic)
warnings: Â unprotected sex, facial, face fucking, oral (f & m receiving), fingering, simp wonwoo. more tbd
Length: ~1.6k (teaser)
Note: hiatus is is on hiatus because this is the first @camandemstudios fic. em and i went to marriage counseling to make sure we'd get this done. I cant wait for you all to read the amazing fics coming soon. take this as my penance for abandoning patterns
summary: Senior year of college is meant to be full of celebration and smooth sailing. Years of work culminating in the final semesters that will send you off into the real world where clubs, sports, and weekends packed with hungover volunteering to pad your resume no longer mattered. Itâd be a piece of cake if it wasnât for your fuck buddy turned coworker having the same plan. But only one of you can get the departmentâs most coveted recommendation that all but guarantees your acceptance. Tension rises and the nearly four year thing youâve had with Wonwoo approaches its endpoint.
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âWhat are you doing?â
âNothing,â Wonwoo hums into your stomach, hands crawling up your thighs.
âThat,â you inhale at the nip of his teeth on the curve of your thigh, âdoesnât feel like nothing to me.â
Wonwoo doesnât answer but gives you plenty of time to brush him off while bruising your skin. You donât. Instead you sink deeper into the blankets and let him push your shirt up until you're bare once more.
The fuzziness of alcohol lingers in his veins â just enough that he smiles into the strip of skin above your panties as you sigh and arch under the delicious weight of wandering hands and mouth at your nipple.
âWonwoo,â you sigh and heâs up and kissing you with eager clumsiness.
A familiar prod at your core through his boxers crashes bubbles through your veins. You felt it in the bathroom but now is when you finally get to indulge with subtle grinds Wonwoo meets in his own search for friction.Â
âDonât you need to be upâughâearly tomorrow?â
He kisses you slowly, tongue dragging along your bottom lip until your mouth opens under his. It burns you from the inside out. Mindlessly you shift your legs to frame his hips better but Wonwoo kisses deeper and all you can think about is giving in to whatever scheme heâs working up to have you both naked and panting.
He leans back a fraction to speak, giving in when you chase his lips before ducking to nip at your ear and mumbling a response. âDonât worry about it.â
âI will worry about it when you snooze twenty alarms and your team hunts me down because I smothered their star player with a pillow,â you snort but heat under a squeeze of his fingers at your sides.
âSleep when Iâm done with this.â
âAnd what is âthisâ exactly?â
A harsh suck at your jaw has your stomach tight. heavy and thick until need drips down your spine to coil in your gut and the emptiness between your thighs becomes unignorable. He hides pleased groans in the curve of your neck until you force a hand under the band of his underwear. Eyes opening, you watch the muscles of his back tense and flex as he rocks against you, fucking your fist greedily.
It doesnât last long. Wonwoo gets antsy under the taunting pressure of your thumb and descends back down your body with burning lips. âTake your shirt off.â
âItâs cold,â you complain but do as he asks.Â
He traces your figure clad in nothing but your glasses and a soiled pair of panties; damp at the crotch from his attention and Wonwoo slips a finger under the hem to tease you that inch closure to depravity.
Wonwoo laves against the hickey on the inside of your thigh from a week ago, itâs yellowed and perfectly shaped like his mouth. Itâs tender under his attention, even the gentle tracing on his nose forcing you to wince in discomfort.Â
He coos, kissing it before skating back to the hem of your panties, lips vibrating against your skin. âSorry I didnât come earlier.â
Why he brings it up now is a mystery. Or the fact he brings it up at all.Â
âItâs fine,â you sigh as he tugs the last scrap of fabric off your body and pushes your knees up to display you like a meal.
Spreading you apart, he lands a wet kiss at your entrance before teasing with the heat of his tongue.Â
In a beg for sanity you twist a tight grip in his hair; a tangled mess from his drunk endeavors. Wonwoo pushes harder, drowns in your taste with enthusiasm as you moan and sigh.Â
âF-fuck.â
He wonât ask if itâs good. He knows it is. Nearly four years of hook ups attunes him to your pleasure, a well rehearsed routine that has you both ache in the best way.Â
You lose yourself in shaking breaths, feet planted to drive up into his mouth for more. He sucks your clit and nearly gets his head crushed by your thighs. It doesnât take much and he knows it.Â
You chant âgonna cumâ in choked groans that almost die at the edge of your teeth but Wonwoo hears and takes it as permission to pull out the stops, hand at your thigh with a harsh grip and fingers sinking home.
Heâs memorized all the signs of your want; the wrecked echo of your throat and the sounds he pulls from you a clear tell. He flattens his tongue, holding steady as grind straight into mindless bliss. Spit pools and drips and slips down onto the sheets. Wonwoo hums praise, unintelligible but you vaguely know itâs something thatâd make you blush if you could hear it over the pounding of blood.
Back arching, your vision flares white at the edges and when Wonwoo realizes what's happening he makes it last until your fist ball up and youâre floating.
Wonwoo backs down as you twitch through the tail end, sloppy kisses to your clit that could knock into another fit if he isnât careful. But even as you tremble the only thing you want is the weight of his cock in your mouth, or inside you. You arenât picky as long as you get to feel him cum too.
You finally manage to pry Wonwoo from between your legs with an ankle to his ribs. Youâre not done with him despite the fatigue hanging around your shoulders like dead weight. He angles over top of you for a kiss that tastes too much like pussy for your liking but itâs hot knowing heâs covered in you so you push until his shoulders meet the sheets and you can claim his lap.
His dick strains through his underwear, preening when you rock back into the heat. His nostrils flare when you grab for it, stiff enough to sink onto easily.Â
âOh god,â he groans, head digging back into the pillows to watch you like a goddess.
His fingers web across the tops of your thighs, a harsh grip keeping you flat as he grinds up into the wet heat of your pussy. You whimper and sigh for him; all the sounds he loves to hear. You squeeze your chest, taut nipples framed between the slants of your fingers to entice him until he reaches around and knocks you forward for the sole purpose of taking one in his mouth.
Your eyes roll back, jaw locked open, drowning in the stretch and the bite of his mouth and the hands squeezing your ass so hard it hurts. Wonwoo groans, throaty and desperate. âGonna cum. Wanna cum in you. Holy shit.â
He gets you on your back. Too absorbed in his own end, heâs dead weight with his tongue between your lips and harsh thrusts that take him right to the edge. It gives that grit against your clit that means youâll cum too, soaked in cum and spit and sweat.
You wish heâd flip you on your front and fuck you with a hand between you shoulder blades and the other tangle in your hair. Thatâs the kind of fuck thatâd leave you satisfied the entire weekend heâs busy but heâs running out of steam just doing this, picking up speed in his thrust,the clap of bodies filling the room.
Chanting his name like a broken record, âWonwoo, Wonwoo, Wonwooâ breathy but loud enough your neighbors will leave another passive aggressive note on your door come morning, all you can think about is his cum. On you, in you. A sick part wants him to pull out and cum on your face â he hasnât, not in a long time because priorities and responsibilities and you're usually lucky to have even five minutes alone before someone needs either of you. But you want it. God do you want it.
âCum on my face,â you whimper. Thereâs drool on your lips and sweat in your hairline. Even if he doesn't, you'll need another shower anyway.
A strangled noise escapes from between his teeth at your neck. Then heâs driving forward so hard you burn; painfully so, mouth locked in a silent choke. Your orgasm rips through your insides, jagged at the edges where Wonwoo fucks himself into your guts.Â
âFuck yeah,â he grunts, pulling away and replacing the grip of your pussy with a tight fist as he straddles your chest.Â
The taste of cock floods your tongue, heady and intoxicating. You get one, two drags against the stiff head and then heâs cumming, dripping his spend over your lips, then your cheek, then your glasses because heâs a sick freak. You open your mouth and replace his hold, moaning as more comes to the surface. You swallow down as far as heâll go which isnât much in this position but itâs the thought that counts.
Wonwoo grinds to halt with an occasional kick of his hips that leaves you choking â rigid limbs locking in place until he melts with sticky satisfaction.Â
Heâs up and off, your glasses in hand for a thorough cleaning, not even bothering to flick on any of the lights but you hear the sink running in the bathroom before he comes padding back.
âGod,â you whimper in disgust. âThatâs so gross.â
âYouâre the one who asked for it,â Wonwoo snorts, soft passes of a damp cloth on your skin focused on getting you clean enough to sleep.
âBecause itâs hot but you aim for shit.â
Wonwoo tosses the rag somewhere, flopping down and pulling you close as possible with a kiss on your forehead. âNext time Iâll aim for your hair.â
âBitch.â
The sound of music from upstairs pulses through your head as you drift off, Wonwoo asleep on your chest, fingers laced together on the sheets beside your intertwined bodies.
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Nothing new - Alexia Putellas
A/N: Hey everyone! This is my first time posting something I have written. So if anyone has any suggestions/improvements, don't hold back. Just be nice, please! English is not my first language. I hope you enjoy it like I did writing it.
Summary: You and Alexia have broken up, again... a few weeks ago. You swore it was the last time but ended up getting intimate with her. This circle is nothing new.
There's no angst on this post, just pure smut with feelings.
Warnings: +18, Lesbian sex, cunnilingus, fingering, slight praise kink.
All this situation wasn't at all new for them. They've been in this exact situation a hundred times. Of course, y/n declared, stated and even swore that it would be the last time they broke up. She should have predicted that it wasn't.
All it took was a simple explanation of the events that had led to their break up, and they returned to it. To that messy, but inescapable circle that she couldn't erase from her mind.
She knew Alexia was the love of her life, from the moment she met those hazel eyes. She knew there wasn't going to be anyone else for her, ever.
Except they always ended up fighting and breaking up. Until they found themselves again. Not that y/n was thinking of that, she was far more interested on what was happening.
A heated kiss that felt like heaven. She must have had kissed her girl a thousand times, but it felt like fireworks every single fucking time.
Her lips, soft against hers, hypocritical given the circumstances. The kiss was everything but soft.
Y/n had tried to forget her. To let her go, like she insinuated she had to. Deep down she knew she couldn't. Her love was a once-in-a-lifetime experience, the kind poets spent ages writing about, the kind governors fought wars for. Alexia was her everything.
She consumed every fucking thought she had. Her essence had haunted her all those weeks when they were apart.
Having Alexia in her arms again, kissing her lips felt like a dream, one she did not wish to wake up from. Alexia was her dream. All she had ever wanted.
When they arrived to Alexia's bedroom, y/n cornered her girl against the door, their bodies pressing impossibly closer to each other.
It was nothing new for them. They fiercely kissed each other, trying to keep the moment locked in their memories.
Alexia's hands roamed all over y/n body, whilst hers firmly found their place on her lover's waist. Alexia's hands continued to move while their kiss became more heated, if possible.
Suddenly, y/n's lips became lower, kissing all over Alexia's neck, easily finding her weak spot. This wasn't new for them, they had done this a thousand times if not more. However, Alexia felt the same way that she had their first time, and honestly even more drenched.
Y/n was addicted to hearing Alexia's moans. It was her favourite sound in the fucking world.
-Y/n... please, I need you lower. No em facis esperar. - Alexia claimed, wanting to feel more of the younger woman.
-We have all night baby- familiar to the effect the nickname had on the catalan- and I plan to use every fucking minute of it love.
She took off the captain's shirt. Not giving a shit about where it was landing. Her wet lips explored the new area.
-Can I take it off?- always asking for permission before taking off her bra.
-Please...- Alexia was a mess of moans and whimpers.
She slowly took the piece of clothing off, maybe to savour the moment, maybe to tease Alexia even more.
Y/n loved Alexia's body, but her breasts were something else, she didn't waste any time attacking her tits. If Alexia had thought she was wet before, now with her lover's lips all over her most sensitive part she had a whole ocean between her legs.
Her clit was throbbing, not so patiently waiting for some friction anymore.
Another part of Alexia's body she was obsessed with was her abs. Fuck they were so perfect, she roamed her hand over them, while her mouth was still working on her captain's tits.
-Y/n, please, I fucking beg you- Alexia couldn't hold it any more, she craved more. Her hand now found its way to the older woman's hair, trying to guide her lower.
-I may be listening now baby- she teased.
-Please, I need you so much. Just do something.
-What do you need so much baby girl?- she was enjoying every second of it.
-I need you to fuck me so good I forget my name and the neighbours learn yours.
That's all she needed. She sank to her knees, removing the blonde's pants and underwear, not without a reassurance look, silently asking for consent. She admired her lover's intimacy.
Not wanting to make her wait more she licked her lips before attacking Alexia's clit. The first contact made the blonde shiver.
-Fuck, yes baby, don't stop.
Her girl's moans encouraged her to add a finger in her waiting hole. Feeling all the wetness once and for all. After all these years she couldn't quite believe the effect she had on the girl. It was fair to say she had the same effect on her.
After that, Alexia felt herself close to an orgasm she didn't know was building. She was a bit embarrassed because of it before she remembered it was you, whom she felt safe in every situation.
Perhaps it was the accumulated tension but she couldn't hold it much more. She kept moaning y/n's name, LOUD.
-Y/n, Baby I'm close, don't stop. - y/n's other hand moved higher reaching for one of her breasts. The captain grew even wetter if possible with that action. Y/n knew her body so well, that it was exactly what she needed to reach the climax.
-I've got you- was all y/n said while helping her ride her orgasm.
With the care you only have with someone you adore honestly, she picked up her lover's body, carrying her to what once was their bed.
Y/n dropped her carefully on the bed, before kissing every inch of her body. Despite what they had done only seconds ago, this was by far one of the most intimate moments she had ever felt.
Alexia has always felt loved by y/n, it was obvious the adoration the girl had for her. But in that moment she felt like the luckiest woman in the world. She had the hottest, most amazing and kind-hearted girl in the world adoring every part of her, all of her imperfections, insecurities.
She felt loved. Adored. Wanted.
Y/n kisses started to get higher until she reached her lover's lips. She softly kissed them.
-That was amazing, you are such an incredible woman.
Alexia's eyes started to get wet, just like her core was some minutes ago... She felt in heaven.
-Thanks for making me feel so loved. Wait, was?
Y/n gave her a knowing smirk.
-I know you are tired, I'm THAT good in bed. We can continue in the morning.
-Ugh, I hate that you know me so well, and we definitely will continue this in the morning.
Alexia took off y/n's clothes so they could cuddle naked. Y/n laid on the blonde's upper front. Her head where her tits heart was.
They didn't say they loved each other that night, it was understood what they both felt, but still, they needed time to process everything.
And their morning was, let's say... eventful.
#woso smut#alexia putellas#alexia x reader#woso x reader#woso community#woso imagine#woso fanfics#barca femeni#womens football#smut#la reina#wlw#lesbianism
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sooo⊠tell me more about that heiping smut. that sounds relevant to my interests for some reason. (yes, yes i just want to hear more about it bc i love it a lot. SO WHAT. DON'T JUDGE ME.)
(what if i put this one on anon! WHAT IF.)
Why, I can't imagine why a WiP titled "Laire fic heiping smut outtake" would be relevant to your interests! đ (And I have a feeling I would have known this one was you, too. CALL IT A HUNCH. XD)
[The WiP Title List, if anyone else would like to ask about one. ^_^]
ANYWAY, about a year ago, @laireshi wrote this AMAZING Heiping fic, Exploration, that had this line in the second paragraph:
It wasnât as if he was actually expecting an answer, between Yabaâs inability to speak more than one sentence a weekâand Xiazi was rather sure Yaba had used up all his words for the month begging in bed last night, and yes, he was very proud of himself for that oneâand this having to do with the Zhang familyâs Super Secret Stuff.
And that bit between the em-dashes caught me by the fucking THROAT and wouldn't let go. So I asked Laire if she would mind if I took a stab at writing that night before when Xiaoge used up his month's worth of words begging in bed, and her response was basically "YES PLEASE". ;D So I did. đ
It's a bit under 3300 words now and I have maybe... one more scene to write plus some snuggling? I also have quite a bit more begging to get in for Xiaoge to fill that quota. XD So far most of his begging seems to be some variation of Hei Xiazi's name, but Xiazi doesn't seem to mind. ;D
But basically this has become an exercise of Hei Xiazi trying to figure out exactly how much soft pampering, how much teasing, and how many orgasms he can get away with giving Xiaoge before Xiaoge actually starts begging for real and not just screaming his name. đđ So far we're at... three teases and two orgasms with Xiazi already planning round three?
It'll be a wonder Xiaoge can even WALK by the time the fic takes place. XD
(And yes, I just got distracted rereading the fic for the nth time while I was taking that tally. I really do need to finish this one and post it. MAYBE AFTER GRADING HELL WEEK IS DONE. AS A TREAT. đ)
In the meantime... snippet behind the cut? Yeah. I think a snippet behind the cut. ^_^
Showers, Hei Xiazi had always thought, were a revelation. They'd not been common place when he was born, but they'd been installed in the house as soon as they were available. Xiazi had reveled in them then and continued to do so now. The pounding of hot water on sore muscles, the buildup of steam opening pores and congested breathing, the speed with which the grime fell from his overworked body⊠yeah. Still a revelation. But sometimes, just sometimes, there was no replacement for a nice long soak in a hot bath.
Especially with the right company.
Xiazi slid his fingers back into Yaba's hair, massaging his scalp as he lathered, then letting his hands drift lower to the tight column of Yaba's neck and shoulders. Did those muscles ever relax? Sometimes Xiazi wondered if Yaba even knew the meaning of the word. Digging his thumbs deeply into the muscles at the base of Yaba's neck, he slowly dragged them upwards to the knobs at the base of his skull. Steady pressure, deep strokes, coaxing those muscles to unwind, to let go of their knots, to ease the headache that surely must be forming from all that tension.
After barely a minute of those gentle ministrations, Xiazi was rewarded with a subtle, barely-there shiver and a long, low moan. Moments later, Yaba's head fell back to rest against Xiazi's shoulder, his body quickly following, settling softly into the curve of Xiazi's body. Exactly what he'd been waiting for.
Xiazi rinsed his hands in the bathwater, then filled the bowl he'd left aside for just this purpose. Shielding Yaba's eyes with one hand, he lifted the bowl and slowly rinsed the shampoo lather from his hair. Bowl by bowl, the lather washed away into the tub to mingle with the water, leaving Yaba's hair sleek and soft, his body growing heavier against Xiazi with every bowl full of water that sluiced over his skin.
It wasn't often that Yaba let himself be taken care of like this. It was weeks, months, sometimes years, after their each reacquaintance before Yaba would let his guard down enough to let Xiazi do this for himâbefore he could even begin to understand why Xiazi would want to.
After all, you maintained your tools, certainly, but you didn't buy them sweets. You didn't hold them close while they slept. You didn't coax and caress them until they agreed to let a day go by when they wouldn't be used. You didn't show them affection. And Yaba, Hei Xiazi had long since learned, viewed himself as nothing more than a tool, unless someone taught him otherwise. And that was the worst thing of all.
But today, when Hei Xiazi had drawn a bath for himself, had teasingly invited Yaba to join him, Yaba had surprised him. His expression had softened, those too long fingers drifting through Hei Xiazi's hair as their gazes metâone shielded and one guarded, though not so much as it had once been. He'd left the bathroom, then, puttered around in the hotel room for a while, turning off lights as he moved. He left only one lamp lit, softly reflected light the only illumination once he was done.Â
"Admit it, you just want to get a gander at my gorgeous eyes, don't you?" Hei Xiazi had said, as Yaba returned and slipped the black glasses from his face.
Yaba had shaken his head, a smile so fond crossing his lips that Xiazi's breath caught in his chest like a lovesick teenager's. Moments later, Yaba was peeling out of his clothes and slipping into the tub, and here they'd been ever since.
#wip title meme#eirenical writes things#snippet#dmbj#hei xiazi x zhang qiling#hei xiazi#zhang qiling#laireshi#other people's fic#fic recs#seriously guys#if you HAVEN'T read exploration i highly recommend it#along with all of laire's other heiping fic#and the rest of her dmbj fic#...ok just go read ALL of her fic#100/10 would recommend#đđđ#nothing too steamy behind the cut; just heiping sharing a bath and some hair washing and gentle massages#and a TEENSY bit of angst... as a treat#;D
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Seeds of Spring
Got some time tonight, and I figured it would be worth doing some writing. Not for anything particular, mind you - just for its own sake.
I've been doing better. The promises of the last post - and that final piece of myself pulled back into place, and that haunt solved - have continued to yield dividends. For the first time in almost ten years, I can write again - and have, just for fun and just for kicks. As planning and projects go, I feel stronger; I've been catching up on things and working on bigger projects than I have in a long time. Tonight, even, I finished writing up profiles of all the known regions in the game world - something that would have been largely unthinkable the last near-decade. It feels marvelous. It's nice to feel like myself again, at least in this way (but with it, many others, too).
But nevertheless, that's not what I'm here to write about. Not that I'm here to write about anything in particular, mind you - I'm just here to write whatever comes to mind. For instance: we're going camping over the next few days. Out in the woods, of course, several hours away; and it'll likely be very rainy, and I'm hoping our tent doesn't soak through like it did last time we did rainy camping; but camping at all, which I've been sorely missing. I had the week off and Hearthsnail was able to take a few days off; and we're going to meet my uncle up there too, and that'll be nice. Frankly, even if it ends in a huge wet mess, I'll just be happy to have gone and tried it. I feel like I haven't had enough of those experiences in my life for a long while - Hearthsnail is generally very risk-averse, and it means we don't try things as often as I'm generally motivated to. But even bad camping trips make for good stories and lessons learned and wellsprings of inspiration, and by the gods, I need more of that in my life.
So that's where we're at with that. Figure we'll do the meal prep and packing tomorrow. It should be nice, one way or another.
As for other things... I've been enjoying the rain, as I often do. We had a power outage from the last storm a couple weeks ago - that was nice. I honestly enjoy the sort of quieter, slower pace of the day that comes with a power outage. We spent some time playing board games, and reading, and spending time together in ways that tend not to happen when there are computers around to be distracting; and we rediscovered candles on rainy days, and burned through 'em all (we only had a few left) and ought to get more. The downsides are of course (1) cooking and hot meals, and (2) worry about a fridgefull of food spoiling, but we ended up doing takeout for a few meals and the fridge appeared to come out of things mostly fine. So, all in all, not bad.
Winding myself down before bed right now. Listening to and half-watching more massage videos, as I've been wont to do recently... On the one hand it's vaguely embarrassing, and on the other don't knock it if it works. They consistently calm me down and make me sleepy, which is a godsend with my brain working as-normal again (which is to say, in overdrive, permanently) (did I tell you the part where I originally went to therapy for sleep problems? because I couldn't turn my brain off enough to go to sleep?). It's also done a lot to help with nervous system regulation during the day, which is nice in and of itself.
Aie aie aie. Thoughts on that for another time. Mostly about a friend, and all the complexities therein and in between. Nonetheless, there are thoughts.
Hmm. What else to write about? I suppose it doesn't matter - I ought to be going to bed soon anyway. Slept like absolute crap last night, hoping I don't do so again. I ought to pick some individual topics to write about soon - for the practice, if nothing else.
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Chapter 13 - Can you come get me?Â
A/n: I honestly cannot believe this fic is over already. Thank you to everyone who has read and commented along the way! Thank you for allowing me to post my first pd fic here. This chapter is jam packed full of hurt/comfort, protective!jay, hope you enjoy!Â
In this chapter ⊠A phone call out of the blue leads to a desperate attempt to get Emma to safety. Â
Previous Chapter // Masterlist
With every day that passes, Jay feels more and more hopeless. A part of this feels like the first time he lost her all those years ago. Every time he returns home to his empty apartment he is reminded of her absence â her shoes still lying near the doorway, the half empty jar of peanut butter, a jacket slung over the back of the couch. Jay canât bring himself to move her things or put the jar of peanut butter in the cupboard The only thing that gets him through each passing day is trusting that Emma knows what sheâs doing. He has to believe Amy. He has to believe that Emma left on her own and if she wanted to come back, she would. At the end of the day, no matter how much it hurts, he hopes that Emma is happier wherever she is.Â
Jayâs apartment feels so empty without Emma there. Even though it had only been a few months with Emma, Jay canât believe he ever lived alone. He hates coming home to an empty apartment, so he spends most late nights in the bullpen, trying to figure out where Emma is. If heâs not staying late in the bullpen, itâs only because Hailey convinces him to go over to her apartment. As the days pass, it doesnât get any easier. It just gets longer and longer since he last saw Emma.Â
Jay is sitting under a mountain of paperwork, but he has no motivation to get any of it done. Heâs tapping his pencil on the desk, wondering if he can think of an excuse to get out of bullpen for a little while when his cell phone rings. Itâs an unknown number, but he answers it anyway. âHello?â
Thereâs a beat of silence, and then a whispered, âJay?âÂ
His heart nearly stops at the sound. He recognizes her voice, and itâs a phone call heâs been waiting for for the last two weeks.Â
âEmma?â Jay snaps his fingers to get his teams attention, but he didnât have to because theyâre all already moving after hearing Emmaâs name.Â
âCan you come get me?â He looks over to Ruzek whoâs furiously staring at his computer screen, trying to locate her using the cell signal as quickly as possible.Â
âYeah, yeah Iâll come get you.â Jay responds immediately, âDo you know where you are?âÂ
âIâm at a house, but I donât know where it is. Iâm scared, Jay. Iâm sorry for running away. I just want to come home. Please come get me.â She whispers the last part and sounds like sheâs about to start crying.
âWeâre coming as soon as we can. Are you safe? Are there guns or drugs in the house?â Jay forces himself to keep his voice calm and steady despite feeling anything but calm or steady.Â
âYeah, both.â She responds. âI just want to come home.â Repeating the same sentence from earlier. Â
He sees Ruzek nod and scribble something down on the paper in front of him. The whole team is getting ready to move out. Jay stands from his chair. âIâm coming, Em. Weâre coming right now.â He says, âJust hang on.âÂ
âOkay,â She whispers and the line goes dead.
He pulls the phone away from his ear, and everyone starts talking at once, while jogging out of the bullpen. Jay doesnât even know what is happening, but he finds himself in the passenger seat of Haileyâs Jeep as she speeds off toward the address Adam located.Â
Voight got a rush for a warrant due to Emma telling them there were drugs in the house. Beyond that, they have no information, but Jay doesnât care. All he knows is that Emma called and asked for him to come get her and thatâs exactly what he plans to do, no matter the cost.Â
They donât know if sheâs in danger, but they know sheâs scared. They donât know who else is there or if there were any crimes committed. Theyâre going in blind. He and Hailey walk up to the door, knocking, while the rest of the team goes around the back.Â
âHi, weâre looking for Emma Drier.â Hailey says when the door is opened revealing a man who looks to be in his early twenties.
âIs she in trouble?â He questions squinting at the two cops.
âNo, we just have a few questions we have to ask her.âÂ
âSheâs not here.âÂ
Jay steps forward forcefully, âMove.â
âYou canât come in here.â He responds, not moving from the doorway.Â
âYeah we can.â Hailey steps forward, pressing the piece of paper with the written warrant into his chest. He takes it.Â
âWe have reason to believe a sixteen year old runaway is in this house.â Jayâs hand starts moving toward his weapon, and the man immediately takes a step back, holding his hands up.Â
âWhoa man, donât shoot. Itâs not a crime to run away.âÂ
Jay brushes right past the man, who doesnât try to stop him, and into the house. He quickly but carefully starts clearing each room. âEmma! Where are you? Emma!â
Heâs throwing open doors, his gun held up, hoping he wonât have to use it. When he swings open the very last door, he sees movement, and his eyes focus on Emma, but less than a second later, he notices her being pulled backward by a man holding a gun up. Emma is stiff and terrified. âJay!â She cries out. Her blue eyes wide and frantic.Â
Jay holds his gun steady, his eyes only traveling to Emma briefly before refocusing on the man. âPut the gun down, you donât want to do this.â He says, his voice remaining steady.
âLet us leave. Let us walk out the door and donât come after us or Iâll shoot her right now.â The manâs hands are shaking as he shouts at Jay.Â
âYou shoot her, I shoot you and no one walks out.â Jay says, his voice remaining low and firm. Â
âJust let us walk out of here!â He yells, starting to become more and more desperate.Â
Jay feels the presence of Hailey behind him. He doesnât have to look to know itâs her, and sheâs got his back. Thereâs no sniper and thereâs no time. They had no idea this would turn into a hostage situation, so they are not prepared for one.
He secures his gun back in the holster, knowing Haileyâs gun remains trained on the man. âYou want to walk out, you want leverage so no one shoots you, take me.â Confusion crosses the manâs face briefly, so Jay continues, âTrade me for her. Iâm telling you now, Iâm not letting you walk out of here alive with her. But Iâll go with you, weâll walk out of here together if you let me switch with her.âÂ
Out of his peripheral vision, he can see Adam in the doorway too. Haileyâs gun is still trained on the man, and Jay pulls his gun back out of the holster, he takes the magazine out and drops it onto the ground. âTake me.â Jay sees the hesitation on the mans face. Taking a chance, he holds his hands up and takes a step closer. âJust let go of her. Take me. Iâll get you where you need to go. None of them are going to shoot me. Weâll walk out of here right now, all you have to do is let her go.â
He takes another step closer, his hands still up in the air, his voice still remaining steady. âPut the gun on me, thatâs all you have to do, and we can get out of here, alive.â Jay hears Emma start crying, and he has to force himself not to look at her directly. As the gun moves from Emma toward Jay, Jay immediately reaches out, grabbing Emma and shoving his body between the gun and her.Â
Gunshots ring out, and Jay shields Emmas body with his own. He knows the man is on the ground without having to look, and he immediately shuffles Emma out of the room, making sure she doesnât see anything.Â
He pauses briefly in the hallway, his hands still on Emmaâs shoulders. âAre you okay? Are you hurt?â He questions, looking her up and down, checking for any visible or obvious injuries. There are tears streaming down her face, but she shakes her head. âOkay,â He looks around briefly, knowing his team is calling for an ambulance and dealing with the aftermath in the room. âLetâs go. Letâs get out of here.âÂ
Emma doesnât speak as Jay leads her out of the house and straight to his truck, opening the back door for her. He lets her climb in first and then sits next to her, closing the door behind them, leaving them alone in the truck.Â
Heâs caught off guard when Emma immediately closes the distance between them to wrap her arms around him. He returns the hug, unconsciously sighing in relief, some of the tension leaving his body. âWhat happened, Emma?â He canât help but ask. Her grip only tightens around him, and he falls silent. Whatever is happening outside of the truck will have to wait. Whatever happened in the days that she was gone will have to wait. He just needs to know that his sister is okay.Â
He doesnât ask the question again, knowing Emma is in no state to be explaining everything to him, instead, he focuses on the present. âDoes anything hurt?â
She shakes her head while her face is still buried against his shoulder. He pulls back, gently pushing her away from him because he needs to look at her. He needs to know sheâs really okay and she isnât hurt. He does another quick check, and doesnât find anything immediately wrong with her.Â
âYouâre okay?â He whispers a half statement and half question.Â
She nods, âI just want to go home.âÂ
He nods. âI know.â But he also knows theyâre now at a crime scene and he canât just leave and take Emma home despite wanting to. The two of them remain in the back seat in silence and safety until Hailey taps on the truck door twice before opening it.Â
âHey Emma, weâre so glad youâre okay.â Hailey says, and Emma whispers hello. Hailey says, âIs it alright if we head over to the district now?â Jay nods, and Hailey holds her hand out for the keys, âIâll drive, you two can sit back here.âÂ
Jay pulls his keys from his pocket and hands them over as Emma asks, âWhy are we going to the district?â
âWe just need to get your statement and then we can go home.â Jay explains.
âOkay,â She responds, still seeming to be in shock.Â
Hailey closes the back door and climbs into the drivers seat, adjusting the seat all the way forward before putting the car in drive and heading toward the district.Â
The three drive in mostly silence, with the radio playing softly. Jay can barely take his eyes off Emma, but her eyes are closed and sheâs slumped against the side of the truck, so she doesnât seem to mind his stare. Once they arrive at the 21st district, Jay leads Emma into the break room. âAre you hungry?â Hailey questions. Emma nods, plopping down on the couch. âIâll grab some snacks from the vending machine, but we can get real food as soon as weâre done here.â Hailey disappears and only a few seconds later, Voight walks in.Â
âWeâre all really glad to have you back, Emma.âÂ
âI am too.â She says.Â
âI want to get you home as fast as possible, so if you follow me, we can get your statement done quickly.â
âWait, why canât she do it here?â Jay interrupts Voight because he had fully intended for them to take her statement in the break room, where she is already comfortable.Â
Voightâs eyes flick from Emma to Jay and back to Emma, then he calmly replies. âItâll be better if itâs done in the interrogation room.â
âWhy?âÂ
Voight turns to Jay, âBecause itâs best if youâre not in the room when we do it.â
Jayâs about to argue, but Voight puts his hand up, stopping the words before they leave his mouth. Emma stands, not seeing any problem, and follows Voight out of the room, Jay following close behind. Voight opens the door to the interrogation room, and Emma walks in first. Jay wants to follow although he knows Voight doesnât want him in the room. With just a shake of his head, Voight stops Jay. Slipping into the viewing room next door, Jay flips on the speaker as he watches Voight take a seat across from Emma and ask her if she wants a drink. She looks nervous sitting across from Voight even though Jay knows Emma sees him as a grandfather figure and Voight has always treated her well. This is different.Â
Voight starts reassuring her, letting her know that sheâs not in trouble, but they just want to know what happened. Hailey walks into the room after just a few seconds, depositing an armful of assorted snacks from the vending machine. She lingers, resting her hand on Emmaâs shoulder and squeezing lightly, âWeâre really glad youâre back.â Hailey says quietly before exchanging looks with Voight. Hailey walks out of the room and into the adjacent room.Â
Jay immediately wraps his arms around her and holds her tightly. âSheâs okay,â Hailey reassures him. âSheâs okay.âÂ
âI just want to take her home.â Jay mumbles.Â
âI know.â
The two pull apart as Voightâs voice floats through the speaker. âWe just need to hear from you about what happened right before we showed up and while we were there. Take your time,â Voight tells Emma, his voice soft.Â
Emma reaches for a package of four mini powdered donuts, opening it and taking one. She pops it in her mouth and chews slowly, looking from Voight to the mirror behind him. She knows Jayâs there even though she canât see him.Â
âI shouldnât have called.â
Voight shakes his head, âYou did the right thing.â
âI was just scared and he wouldnât let me leave.âÂ
âWho wouldnât let you leave?â
âSam.â
âOkay, and what was Sam doing there?â
âDrugs. It wasnât that bad at first, but we were there with his friends and it was getting worse and worse.â
âWas there anything else going on?â Voight questioned.Â
Emma nods, but stays silent. Voight lets the silence sit in the air until Emma finally speaks. âThey were selling it.âÂ
âDo you know what kind of drugs?âÂ
She shrugs, âPills, coke.âÂ
âYou said he wouldnât let you leave. You tried to leave?â
Emma starts tearing up, and Jay practically growls from behind the mirror, âHeâs supposed to be taking her statement, not fucking interrogating her.âÂ
Hailey grabs onto Jayâs arm and gently squeezes. âHeâs on her side, Jay.â She tries reminding him.Â
Emma takes a deep breath, wiping away a stray tear running down her cheek.Â
âI missed home. I missed Jay. I wanted to go back, but Sam said I couldnât. He found out Jay was a cop and he got mad because he knew they were looking for me. I told him that I wouldnât say anything about what they were doing there, but he âhe was just mad.âÂ
Voight nods, choosing not to push her anymore. âYouâre doing great Emma, weâre almost done. Just tell me what happened when we got there?âÂ
More tears start to fall from Emmaâs eyes and Jay wants to run into the room, but Hailey blocks the door. âTheyâre almost done.â Hailey quietly but forcefully says. Jay turns back to the one way mirror.Â
âThey heard that the cops were there. He got really mad and started yelling at me. He wanted us to leave out the back, but I wouldnât go. When Jay ran in the room he pulled out his gun.â She pauses, tears falling. Haileyâs hand rests on Jayâs shoulder, a silent reminder not to interrupt despite how much he wants to.Â
âHe said he would shoot me if they didnât let us leave, but JayâJay said that he wanted to switch with me. Sam was scared too, so I think he was going to let us switch, but I donât know what happened and Jay grabbed me and then we ran out.â She openly sobs, putting her hands up to cover her face. Voight turns around looking at the mirror, and thatâs all Jay needs before heâs rushing into the room.Â
âItâs over,â Jay slides into the seat beside Emma and wraps his arms around her shoulders. She turns, sobbing into his chest, sobs of relief, sobs of fear, sobs of sadness. Jay rests his hand on the back of her head. Voight stands, leaving the room, and leaving the two of them alone. Jay remains seated, holding her close. He canât believe that sheâs finally back, that she wanted to come home.Â
When her sobs finally subside, she wipes her tears and looks at Jay, âCan we go home now? Iâm hungry.âÂ
Jay canât help but smile and laugh in relief. âLetâs go.â
Hailey is waiting in the hallway, and Emma walks right into her waiting embrace. âCan we get pizza?â Emma asks.Â
Hailey smiles, throwing her arm around Emmaâs shoulder as they begin walking out of the district. âWe can get whatever you want.âÂ
âAre you coming home with us?â Emma asks Hailey.Â
Jay knows Hailey fully intended to before Emma asked, but she hesitates now, âUh if itâs okay with you?â Hailey asks, glancing between Emma and Jay.Â
Emma smiles, âYeah, thatâll be nice.âÂ
Despite having so many questions about what happened and how they found themselves in that situation, Jay doesnât ask.
Luckily, he doesnât have to wait long because almost as soon as they all sit down at the table, pulling slices of pizza from the box onto their plates, Emma blurts, âIâm sorry.â Jay pauses, looking up at her. âIâm sorry for running away.âÂ
Jay had thought about this moment a million times since Emma first left, but he didnât think it would feel like this. His heart still aches at the thought of her leaving. âWhy did you leave?â He practically whispers. It hurts to ask, but he needs to know.Â
âI got scared.â She admits.Â
âScared? Of what?âÂ
âI thought you and Hailey were going to break up. And I saw you drinking in the middle of the night.â She admits.Â
Jay hears her, but it still doesnât make sense until Hailey whispers in understanding, âYouâre adoptive dad.â Emma nods, staring down at her pizza. Suddenly he remembers her file. He read it cover to cover probably too many times, just hoping for answers about where Emma could have gone. He canât believe he didnât draw the connection earlier. After her adoptive parents divorce, her dad would drink and he became abusive. Now it makes so much sense why Emma disappeared back into her room when she saw Jay drinking in the middle of the night. Now he understands why she was so worried about him and Hailey breaking up.Â
âIâm sorry.â Jay breathes out.Â
Emmaâs eyes find his immediately, âNo, I shouldnât have run. I wanted to come back, but I thought youâd be mad. And then I couldnât come back.âÂ
âIâm not mad. Iâm just glad you finally called. Weâre glad youâre back.âÂ
âI almost got you killed.â Tears fill her eyes.Â
Jayâs pizza is forgotten as he moves closer to her. âHey, itâs okay. Weâre safe. And Iâm fine. You canât get rid of me that easily,â Jay tries to joke, but she only cries harder, so he makes a mental note not to joke about it again, âItâs okay, itâs okay.âÂ
Emmaâs cries eventually turn to sniffles and she starts eating her pizza. âHey Em?â Jay asks after he finishes his first slice of pizza.Â
âYeah?â
âYou know that what happened with your adoptive dad isnât going to happen with me, right?â She hesitates for a second, so Jay continues. âI promise. Youâre safe with me and Hailey.â
âAlways,â Hailey pipes in.Â
Emma nods now, and Jay knows that itâs going to take time for her to truly believe it, but he has no doubt that one day she will.Â
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Moonlight Gardens
Kurt and Jocelyn go for a walk in the gardens under a starry sky. Cute dorks, look at em.
Written as a commission for @jocelynships!
âLiebchen, I have a surprise for you,â Kurt grinned down at her, his darling Jocelyn, taking her smaller hands in his.
She tilted her head to the side, smirking up at him, âKurt, youâve done nothing but give me surprises. Or should I call them mishaps?â
He figured she was talking about the incident of last week that had Kurt stuck in Spider-Manâs webbing. That stuff was incredibly difficult to get off, and if you so much as stepped your foot on it, youâd start to tangle yourself into it. Thus, it took four people, including Jocelyn, to pry all the sticky string off of him.Yeah, when working with Spider-Man, watch where youâre stepping. Noted.
âNo,â he insisted, walking along with her, âThis is not a mishap, this is a good surprise, an intentional one this time, I promise you.â
A bubbly laugh escaped the girlâs throat, shaking her head, putting one foot in front of the other. They were walking down the streets of New York, Kurt guiding them both. It wasnât often that Kurt didnât use his cloaking device, so for right now at least, he kept it on. Being a Mutant was something he always struggled with. Even with Jocelyn accepting him, showing him immense love and affection, in public, when not doing hero things, he kept the cloaking device on. Saved him the trouble and the stares.
âAlright, alright, I trust you,â the blonde replied, as Kurt gently squeezed her hands, âI know itâs a surprise, but where are we going? Iâve never been this way.â
âYouâll love it. I found it while scouting the area a while ago. Itâs not in the heart of the city, itâs more of the more quiet places. Youâll see.â
A few minutes later, the two stumbled upon a beautiful park garden, surrounded by hedges and flowers. There were benches and a few fountains. The meadows in the evening glowed from the lamp posts along the walkways. The sun had just set too; the beautiful rays of sunset had disappeared, left with shimmering stars in the night sky. Thatâs how Kurt had planned it, right on time. He led his girlfriend with a hand on her back into the stunning, peaceful garden. Nobody was there, which was even better. Seeing nobody around, with a click, he turned his cloaking device off, the original true Kurt appearing.Â
âKurt, this is beautiful,â Jocelyn softly breathed.
A grin crossed his face, looking down at her reactions as they walked down the path filled with roses and hydrangea bushes, âIsnât it? Well, you, my Prinzessin, are just as, if not more beautiful than all of this.â
Oh, Jocelyn couldnât even speak, her cheeks immediately turned a bright pink. Kurt had known just from seeing that, that he did his job.
âCome on,â he then urged them on, walking towards a bench that was situated in the middle of the gardens, facing the three tired fountains made out of stone. Being the gentleman he was, Kurt offered a seat to her first before sitting beside her, then pulled her close to him with his hand. His tail wrapped itself around the small of her back for extra support, having her lean on his shoulder. The quietness with the bubble of the fountain and the crickets that hid in the bushes was so calming, a breath of fresh air to the couple.Â
âLife with the Avengers and the X-Men is never quiet, so once I found this place, I knew I had to bring you here,â Nightcrawler murmured, running a hand through her long hair, âJust for a little while.â
The two took in the beauty of their surroundings for a few minutes in silence, basking in the warmth of each otherâs company. The moon made itself known as a crescent this evening, shining brightly. It was a stunning, beautiful evening to hold close that was dear to you. A soft laugh escaped Kurt out of the blue, âLook at all those constellations up there, huh?â
âI see em, babe,â Joce murmured softly, looking up at the sky with him, âThey are so pretty.â
After a while, Jocelyn got up, taking Kurtâs hand, âI wanna look at the flowers, Kurt.â
And so the two wrapped an arm around each other as they went over to a patch of beautiful lilies and peonies. The whole scene felt dreamlike. The pair kept looking up at each other with soft, dorky smiles at one another. They both wouldnât have it any other way. They nuzzled their noses together, and Kurt laughed softly at the way that his petite flower had to stand on her toes to do so.Â
âIch liebe dich,â he quickly kissed the top of her nose and then her head, pulling her into a tight, warm hug, âI love you so much, Jocelyn. You are the light of my lifeâŠI donât think I couldâve made it this far in life without you, you know.â
âKurt-â
âNo seriously, I mean it. Ever since I met you, that day that I met you, and the days Iâd meet you after that? I knew it would never be the same. And here you are, with me, my love, right now under the stars.â
âNow that is one of the most romantic things you have ever said to me,â Jocelyn kissed his cheek before joking with a smirk, âI think it tops you calling for help to get those webs off of you.â
âBut that wasnât romantic though.â
âOh no, but it was funny.â
âYou thought that was funny? Câmere-â Kurt raised an eyebrow before he gently leaned down to kiss his partner on the lips. Through their kiss, they giggled like kids. Kurt never thought that he would ever have someone to love or have love returned. He was wrong. Once he had Jocelyn, he knew things would be okay. Not everything was perfect in his life, and he knew that, but one thing was for certain: the perfect thing he would never let go of was this short, sweet, and kind girl who had become his world.
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thatâs not a shirt
pairing: marcus pike / reader
word count: 1584
summary: marcus comes home from work & finds the strangest thing in the laundry.
a/n: for @autumnleaves1991-blog and her wednesday writing challenge! writing domestic marcus pike is my therapy. unbetaâd and posted from mobile (honestly my laptop is becoming less convenient to post from even tho posting fic on tumblr is literally the reason i bought it last year)
three long, miserable weeks. thatâs how long marcus has been out of town for a case that had him jetting all across the country, far away from you and your comfortable bed. heâs almost never at the apartment he pays rent for every month. most of his clothes and his favorite pillow are at your place, and the small quilt his grandmother sewed decades ago is draped over the back of your couch. in everything but name, he lived with you.
when he entered your apartment with his key, he took note of the fact you werenât there and got set to cleaning up a bit. work leaves you exhausted more often than not and he doesnât want to leave everything undone for you to worry about when you get home.
upon first glance, he could see the laundry was half done. a heaping load of clean clothes was in the hamper in front of the dryer and there were wet clothes in the open washer. when he looked further, there was also a load in the dryer, which told him that you stayed up late to get things done then fell asleep on the couch waiting for the dryer to finish. with a fond smile, he started the dryer for a few minutes to get wrinkles out of whatâs in there. when those are done, he can get whatâs in the hamper unwrinkled and hung and folded.
dinner was next on the to-do list. something nourishing to welcome you home after a long day but simple enough to do while catching up the clothes: spaghetti. thereâs something about his momâs recipe for the sauce that makes his spaghetti absolutely heavenly â your words, not his â and he canât wait to see your reaction to having marcus home two days earlier than planned along with his best dish.
in the time it takes him to get the sauce cooking and the water boiling on the stove, the dryer announces that itâs finished with the first load. he hums as he folds the bath towels and dish rags without a care in the world, making the trip to stow them in the bathroom cabinet with a spring to his step.
checks the sauce for flavor and consistency before putting the second load of wrinkled clothes in the dryer, finding it needs just a smidge more rosemary before it can be left to simmer. picks another sprig from the plant you keep on the windowsill and cuts the leaves very fine before sprinkling them in with a flick of his wrist.
satisfied with his efforts, he turns back to the laundry. he dutifully empties the lint filter (youâre adamant on emptying it after every load and the trait passed onto him) before he begins to grab things to toss into the dryer. about a third of the way through the basket, his hand grabbed onto something weirdly solid and plump.
âmroww!â
last marcus checked, shirts donât make noises like that. he tore his gaze from the inside of the dryer to the hamper to find a grey and white kitten lounging in the hamper. the little thing was nudging his hand with their head, clearly wanting the attention of the man slowly depleting its bed. he was perplexed. you didnât have a cat when he was last here, but there was one seeming to be perfectly content in making itself at home in your apartment.
âwhere did you come from?â he knew the cat wasnât going to give him a coherent answer but he felt the need to voice his confusion anyway. the first thing to do now: check to see if itâs male or female. itâs a female, looks to be about three months old and is perfectly content with being handled by marcus.
marcus canât recall the last time he had a pet. with him being too busy with work, he never thought it would be fair to a pet to have an owner constantly gone. he didnât have enough stability in the past with where he lived and didnât want to only be a half ass pet parent. the past several months, however, have been nothing but stable. not counting the seldom out of town cases, he goes to work in the morning and comes home to you in the evening, and he rinses and repeats as needed. maybe this kitten is the perfect prelude to taking the next big step in his relationship with you.
for now though, marcus doesnât let himself get carried away with his daydreams about living with you full time. heâs got laundry to finish and dinner to cook, and now he has a sous chef to accompany him. he holds the kitten to his chest, scratching her chin with a hooked finger and melting at the way she looks up as if telling him to keep going. âalright sweet girl, letâs finish up dinner.â a soft âmrrow!â is her reply and it makes marcus huff a quiet laugh.
dinner is completed with marcus using one less hand than normal, his sous chef being fabulous company. the few times he had to use both hands, his feline friend perched on his shoulder (which he thought was the best thing ever) and waited to be held again. however this cat got here, marcus didnât know; the one thing he did know is that it wasnât leaving anytime soon.
the front door was unlocked when you came home and you knew with absolute certainty that you locked it before you left. your walmart bags filled with cat supplies were immediately dropped to the hallway floor as you began to inspect your front door and the area around it. marcus taught you how to spot the basic signs of forced entry (like the protective sweetheart he is) and when none of them were there, you cautiously entered your apartment, mace in hand.
the adrenaline washed away when you spotted your loving boyfriend in the kitchen, gently bobbing his head along to whatever music he had playing. one hand was stirring a pot on the stove while the other was plenty preoccupied with the kitten. shit, you forgot to warn him about the kitten before he got home!
this was the last thing you thought would be here to greet you, but it was a very welcome sight; the feline was finicky and marcus wasnât due home for another few days, a double whammy. âi see youâve met the kitten.â youâre honestly just thankful he didnât get upset about the little thing. neither of you have talked about pets or whatever your living situation is becoming, so the way he seems so taken with the kitten is a sign pointing in a great direction.
when he hears your voice, marcus visibly lights up. âhi honey!â the hand with the spoon immediately drops the wooden utensil into the pot and waves at you happily. âthis is my sous chef, say hello, pasta!â he grabs one of her little paws and waves it at you before resuming his stirring, a beaming smile on his face.
did he really just name the cat pasta? and how in the world is she so calm with him right now?
you found the kitten, now known as pasta, huddled in a cardboard box beside a gas station dumpster headed home from work. she was mewling her little head off back there and you were lucky enough to hear her. taking her and her box, your list of things to do was thrown out the window as you rushed her to the vet. they cleaned her up real good and schedule her vaccinations, and sent you home with a list of supplies to buy and advice on how to take care of the little thing.
she was pissed at you after the vet trip. didnât let you pet or hold her unless she was in the mood for it and if you tried to pick her up otherwise, she would scatter and give you a glare from a safe distance away. but here was marcus holding her like a baby, and the little brat was eating it up! to be fair, you were the same way with marcus when he was being affectionate so you didnât completely blame her.
âwhy pasta?â you knew that cats were more likely than dogs to have strange names. you just didnât think your boyfriend would be the type to give a cat a name like pasta. at that rate, you might as well name a dog goose and call it a day.
he smiles at the furball, giving her a few affectionate pets while he talks. âi was cooking spaghetti when i found her in the laundry hamper, and then i noticed a little spot right on her hip that looks like penne. i couldnât choose between the two so i went for the middle ground. is that okay with you? or did she have another-â
âmarcus, i love it.â and you really do; that sentimental dork just made you love the name pasta with nothing but two sentences. âand honestly, iâve just been rotating between baby girl, squeak toy, and dumbass since i found her the day before yesterday.â
he scratches pasta under her chin as he laughs at the thought of you calling his sous chef a dumbass. âpasta is not a dumbass! you tell âem sweetheart, tell them how smart you are!â
âmroww!â
âsee? sheâll be the next einstein.â
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It Takes A Village Chapter 10
Chris Evans X Pregnant!Daughter!Reader
Series Master List
Series summary: You find out that your pregnant. After being kicked out of your mom's house you go to live full time with your Dad who you only saw once every few months. Will he react badly to you being a mom at such a young age? Â
Chapter Summary: you announce your pregnancy on Instagram and start rethinking everything.
Series Warnings: swearing, fighting with a parent, teen pregnancy, speak of abortion.
Chapter Warnings: teen pregnancy mentions puking
You had been on the couch watching Peter pan but now your morning sickness kicked in. You were home from school today due to it being a half-day, your dad was at the store. So you were home alone and throwing up in the toilet with Dodger staring at you concerned while he whimpered. Once you were done you washed your face and brushed your teeth before you went back to the couch to finish the movie. After you posted the photo showing you were home there were rumors as to why. A few gruesome ones, like your mom died, (in all different ways) and a few normal less gruesome ones, such as your dad was able to get full custody of you.You ignored them you were planning on sharing the real reason tomorrow.
"Sweet-pea! I'm home!" You heard your dad say when he entered the house a few bags of groceries in his hands.
"Hey dad!" You said looking over the couch to look at him.
"Hey you okay? Seeing all those rumors?" He asked from the kitchen as he began putting everything away. You got up and walked in.
"Yeah haven't been on social media much since I got out of school I've been watching movies. And I think I have some baby names." You told him excitedly as you began to help him.
"What happened to not picking a names until you knew the genders?" He asked smirking at you.
"Don't worry one of them are after you." You said. He looked at you smiling silently begging you to continue. "No! You don't get to know! But I'll tell you the middle name ideas I have." You said.
"Continue." He smiled at you.
"Okay, so Christopher and Scott are the middle names if I have boys." You said continuing putting away the groceries.
"Okay what about the girl names?" He asked.
"Maxine, and of course the basic white girl middle name of Anne." You said giggling.
"Basic white girl name?" He shook his head at you but you could see the small smile on his face. "The other one is cute though." He said.
"I know!" You told him smiling.
"And Scott will also be happy will one of those names... He's been telling me how you were definitely going to name your baby after him." He explained, you giggled.
"Because I already told him." You said giggling.
"Sweet-pea how could you tell him first! I'm your dad!" He feigned offense before you both laughed. "But really those are great middle names. Especially the first one you said." He smirked at you. "Okay I'm going to make dinner you can get a movie set up for us to watch okay Bubba?" He asked.
"Okay. What movie?" You asked him.
"You pick bubba." You nodded leaving the kitchen Dodger following.
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You stood in front of the mirror looking down at you baby bump, phone in hand. Unbeknownst to your dad you were doing this. He was outside with Dodger and you told him you were doing your homework. Of course he'd know that was a lie once this photo goes around. You faced your camera to the mirror the bump was clear from your side you took the photo. You went onto Instagram, a bunch of notifications from your last post filing in. You clicked the new post, you picked your photo before writing a brief caption that said:
"As my last post has cause many questions maybe this with clear some things up. Two new Evans are due in November. I prefer not to go into detail about anything about me being home or about the babies or their father, I just prefer the media and my dad's fans stay out of it. I hope you all can respect that."
You hesitated reading over the caption as many times as possible. Before setting your phone down not posting the picture. You sighed sitting on your bed. You looked back at your phone grabbing it and turning the comments for the post off before quickly clicking it then going down stairs and outside where Chris sat.
"Dad I posted a photo of my baby bump everyone knows." You sat next him sighing. He looked down at you. He pulled you into his side giving you a reassuring smile.
"I told you not to post anything bubs." He mumbled. "Has anyone said anything yet?"
"I turned the comments off..." You mumbled into his shirt.
"That was a good idea. You gotta show me how to do that Bubba." He leaned over kissing the top of your head.
You giggled. "Okay old man." His phone dinged and he looked at it and sighed.
"Well your post is getting attention. Sebastian and Mackie and asking if it's true." He showed you his phone.
"Ooh call'em I want to say hi." You sat up leaning your head on his shoulder. He chuckled shaking his head before face timing them.
"Hey lil Evans!" Mackie said seeing you. "Are you pulling a late April fools prank or was that post real?" He asked.
"It was real... I forgot you guys follow me." You said.
"Your gonna be mom aren't you like 10?" Sebastian asked, slightly teasingly. "Wait... We're you not gonna tell us if we didn't see that post?"
"I'm 15. And before you ask any questions about the babies, I'm having twins, the dad knows, he doesn't want them, I'm 12 weeks along I don't know the genders, and... I think that's all.. Oh and that's why I live with dad, and no I'd tell you eventually, probably next time I saw you and you met the babies." You rambled.
"Who is the dad?" Sebastian asked.
"Jake." You mumbled.
"And your good with this? Two new babies in your house?" Anthony asked Chris.
"We already talked 4 weeks ago when I found out." Chris said.
"You've known for four weeks and didn't tell us Y/n I thought I was your favorite uncle?" Sebastian pouted at you thought the screen.
"Hey I thought I was your favorite uncle!" Anthony said.
"Why do I need to have a favorite?"
"I'll be the babies favorite uncle." Anthony said
"With all of the people I've told about the babies you guys are definitely the most chill about it." You muttered before looking at your phone eyes widening at how many people have already liked the post already. And the press was probably already writing about it.
"Okay bye guys we'll talk to you later." Your dad said before hanging up the face time.
"I think I made a mistake I shouldn't have posted it, dad!! I shouldn't even be a mom now I'm putting my kids into the media! Dad, I had the privilege of not being in the media often since I lived in texas no one is gonna go there and try to take photos rednecks would shoot em! My kids have to live where ever you are because I'm a minor! I'm so dumb! I should've kept it a secret." You rested your head on his shoulder as you rambled. He sighed not knowing how to calm you down so he just looked down at you rubbing your shoulder. "Oh not to mention what is someone from town sees that! They'll all know and show Jake or mom! My kids won't even have their father! Only a mom. I can't take care of the babies I can't even drive! What am I going to do take them to school on a bicycle?" Your rambling continued.
"Bubba... You'll be able to drive when they start going to school besides you have me. Don't worry about town. Or the press." He said. To be honest those were thought he's been having it was why he didn't want you to tell the press. You grew up in a small town in texas with a whole bunch of rednecks even if the paparazzi found out where you lived the town would've chased them away, not because they liked you but because rednecks are crazy. If you still lived there press would be a lot less of a problem. And for the whole, your kids won't have a father thing he knew even if their dad wouldn't be there he would be the best male role model he can for them. But he also noticed that if you weren't at school or work you were always busying your mind, with homework or reading you barely read before. He could only assume it was because of the breakup and being kicked out. Just a way for you not to think of them. Dodger ran over licking your hand as you continued your rant to your dad.
"Shh, bubba." He cooed softly as your rant ended. "I told you, you're not going to be alone. I'll be there to help you the whole way."
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washed away in you
I donât have much to say except I appreciate your patience with me as I worked on this piece! I apologize again for all the confusion with posting and deleting and now reposting. This is the third part to my Dad!Harry series. Once again you donât have to read those to understand this one, but Iâve linked them below in case you would like to revisit them. :)
Thank you to @taintedwonder for reading over part of this for me!
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yâall have already been so good to me but as always likes, rbs, and comments are welcome!!
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Of all the weeks to be put on bed rest, it had to be the week that Harry started filming for his new movie role.
Technically you were on modified bed rest, which meant resting as much as possible but still moving around as necessary, but the phrase terrified Harry enough that he was doing whatever he could to keep you still. It hadnât been an easy task, you were in your 8th month of pregnancy, quickly approaching your due date, and there still seemed to be a mountain of important things to get done before your sonâs arrival.
It had only been two days since youâd started having what you thought were contractions. It had forced you and Harry to realize just how unprepared the two of you were when you had to rush out of the house at 2 a.m. with nothing packed for what could possibly be the night of your childâs appearance into the world. Just the two of you with disheveled hair and rumpled pajamas under the harsh lighting of the ER exam room. 8 hours of tests and scans and a visit from your doctor later, you returned home to fall back in bed and catch up on the sleep you had missed.
âListen youâre both new to all this..I get it. But youâre putting too much stress on your body and thatâs what caused this tonight. I know itâs hard but, take a week, relax, bed rest as much as possible. Iâll see you in my office again in a few days just to make sure everything is progressing along like we want. If thereâs still too much stress on the baby, we may have to push your due date up a little earlier. But we donât want to do that if we can avoid it.â
Currently you were in the nursery, where most of the last minute things to do remained. You were standing at the changing table, folding a set of onesies to be put away. Harry had been urging you for the past 10 minutes to sit down.
âHarry, I have been in bed all night, or as much of it as your son allowed me to be without kicking me in the ribs or pressing on my bladder. I just wanna get these folded and put away and Iâll be done.â
âWell you can at least sit while yâdoing them. Or, let me finish âem.â His hands fall on your shoulders, gently guiding you towards the rocking chair in the corner. You gesture for him to bring the basket closer, âAnd why is he only my son when heâs causing you trouble?â
âMaybe cause it was your birthday treat that got us into this mess. Or because he already likes to tease us so much. Besides, you canât do them, I have a system.â
âYeah, a birthday treat planned by you. And I know the system, you showed me two days ago.â
âYou knew the system, we changed it.â
âWe? Iâve barely been home howâve we..â
âI may have called your Mum again.â You shrug, propping your feet up on the small ottoman positioned in front of the chair, âShe and I agreed itâs better this way.â
âYou didnât think it was important to notify me of this system you and yânew bestie have thought up?â Heâs turned to lean his back against the changing table, arms folded across his chest. As much as he wants to be upset, heâs over the moon that you and Anne have become so much closer over the past few months. Between his mom and yours, plus your sister and his, he was thrilled to see you had so much support for days when he couldnât be there. Anne had offered to fly out to spend the week with you, as did your mom, but you put them both off, promising you would need them more the few weeks after the birth.
âBeen a little busy growing a human here, Harry. May have slipped my mind. I wouldâve gotten around to it eventually.â
âRight, you can just tell me where everything goes then.â Heâs already worked his way through folding the last of the pile, smiling proudly at you as you lean your head back and close your eyes, sinking further into the chair.
âSocks in the second drawer to the left, hats in the middle. If the onesies are newborn sized, they go to the right. Anything bigger than that gets tucked in the baskets by size there in the middle shelf of the closet, if you can find room.â
Between the two of your families and your group of mutual friends, youâd been given 4 baby showers over the past few months, combining with the items you and Harry had supplied for yourselves. People had been more than generous in helping stock the nursery for your little one.
âAll done. How âbout some breakfast now?â
âYou donât have time. You have to be on set in less than an hour. Iâll make myself something in a bit. I may go back to sleep for a while, just got up to see you off and wanted to put those things away.â
âAlways have time for you, angel,â He offers his hand to help you lift yourself up, âMaybe a smoothie?â
âAlright, if I let you make me a smoothie, will you take yours to go? Donât want you to be late because of me.â
âDeal. But only if you let me tuck you back into bed before I go.â
âDeal.â You lean up slightly to accept the sweet kiss he offers before shuffling off to the kitchen together.
//
âHarry?â
âHmm?â
âIâve decided. Youâre not allowed to look.â
You knew he wasnât listening, trying to maybe, but not really. He sits across the room at the desk in the corner of your bedroom, glasses perched on the end of his nose, guitar in his lap, journal open in front of him. Heâs in writing mode, something that usually takes you at least 30 minutes to coax him from and convince him to come to bed. Not that you ever wanted to interrupt his process, but tonight youâre feeling anxious about your impending delivery, dread slowing working its way through your body.Â
It had been only a few days since your follow up appointment with your doctor. She had deemed you fit to come off bed rest, but urged you to continue to try to keep your stress level to a minimum as much as possible. Easier said than done, but you were finding small ways to relax yourself when you could; meditation, music, reading. But tonight you just wanted Harry for reassurance.
In your nightly scroll through one of your recent favorite mom-to-be blogs, you had come across an article on the difficulty of delivery. You appreciated moms who were brave enough to share their stories online and this person in particular had included a video. Despite your anxiety, you clicked to watch, curiosity overriding any fear rising in your chest.Â
When he finally puts away the guitar and the journal and sheds his soft purple robe to swim up the bed to settle next to you, he asks, âWere yâsayinâ something earlier, mâlove? Got lost there for a bit, mâsorry.â
His writing sessions were normally done in his office or the studio, but the past few weeks heâd preferred to do them here. Liked the idea of you trying to softly hum along to a new tune he was working through, occasionally offering your opinions about what you liked or didnât. It was rare that you disliked anything, but he liked that you didnât shy away from being honest with him. His favorite though? The sight of you, an open book, hand always resting on the side of your belly while you read. It was just as much a comfort for him to be near you these days as it was for you.
âYeah. Iâve decided. Youâre not allowed to look when I deliver this baby.â
His head rests on your thigh, only the side of his face visible as he looks up at you, but itâs enough to see the disappointment flash before he composes himself, not wanting to upset you.
âAlright. What dâyou mean by that? Like..you donât want me in the room or..â
âNo, no, I want you in the room, that was never a question. Youâre just not allowed to look when Iâm pushing. I watched a video and Iâm traumatized and I just..â
He sits up quickly, âYou watched a birthing video? Without me?â
âYeah, earlier when you were zoned out. Youâve never seen one?â
âNever been curious enough to watch one âtil now. Not âtil I thought of you having our babe. Show me the one you watched?â
Youâre hesitant. Truly youâre touched heâs so curious and wants to share this experience with you, but right now the thought of him seeing your body change like that is scary. He senses your unease, almost reads your mind; he knows you so well.
âBabe, sâyour body. If you really donât want me tâlook, then I wonât. Just..at least show me what you watched so I can see for myself what itâs like, what youâll go through. Sâall mâaskinâ for now.â
âOkay, fine,â You pat the bed next to you and he scurries up to sit, his head on your shoulder while you navigate through your browser history to find the video. You start it, but your eyes stay focused on his face.
âYânot gonna watch it again with me?â
âNo,â You drape your arm around his shoulders, pulling him closer so you can rest your head on top of his, âIâd rather watch your reactions this time around.â
Youâre curious to see how he reacts to certain parts; his little gasps and winces as the video progresses. When it ends, youâre not surprised to see tears have fallen down his face and made a small wet spot on the front of his t-shirt.
âHarry, youâre not upset with me, are you?â
ââCourse not, meant what I said earlier. If you really donât want me tâlook, then I wonât..but I donât want you to think Iâll look at you any differently after. Youâre givinâ me one of the greatest gifts anyone ever has, if anything I love you more than I ever thought I could. And thatâs only gonna grow once our boyâs here.â
You run your hands through his hair, not sure what to say. Youâve never had a love this big, one that envelops you so fully. The past few months have shown you just how deeply he cares for you, and just how much your own heart could stretch to fill with your overwhelming love for Harry and now the baby growing inside you.     Â
He doesnât take offense to your silence, just stills your hand and brings it to his lips, kissing each of your fingertips. He slumps further down the bed, head level with your stomach. He pokes it softly through your shirt. He doesnât even have to ask anymore, you know what he wants and youâre glad to give in to him. You scoot down to rest your head on your pillow, pulling your shirt up and tucking the fabric under your breasts.
Instantly his head rests on your tummy, a hand reaching around to lay there on the other side of it, wrapping himself around you. You reach over and turn the lamp on your bedside table off, sleep drifting itâs way through your body and mind. You let one hand fall to his back, the other one joining his arm to wrap protectively around your belly.
âHarry?â
âHmm?âÂ
âYou can look. If you want.â
âYâdonât have to decide tonight. We still have a little time to plan.â
âNo. I donât want to take any of this experience from you. The whole thingâs just a bit scary though.â
âI know it is, mâterrified too. But everythingâs gonna be alright. Iâm gonna be there for every second of it.âÂ
âI know you are. Youâre the only thing thatâs kept me sane through all this. Youâve been so good to me, H. Putting up with all my mood swings and late night cravings and whatever I needed.âÂ
âI havenât had to âput upâ with anything. Just want to make you and bub as happy as yâboth already make me.â He turns to kiss the side of your stomach before looking up at you, âComfy? Am I squishinâ you?â
âNo, itâs nice. Donât see how you can be comfy though.âÂ
âIâll move to my pillow in a bit. Just like being close to you and bub,â He yawns, âGoodnight, babe. Love you both so much.â
âWe love you too, Harry. More than youâll ever know.â
//Â Â
Sleep had been pretty much non-existent in your third trimester. You were lucky if you got a few hours each night and cat naps throughout the day were rare.Â
Tonight is no different. Itâs 3 a.m and once you get up for your fifth trip to the bathroom, you know thereâs no point in trying to get comfortable again. Harry will be up soon, and as much as he tries to stay quiet during his morning routine, he always found some way to unintentionally wake you. You couldnât even sleep through his soft kisses to your forehead to say goodbye anymore.
Normally you take yourself down to the living room to find a mindless tv show or movie to carry you through your insomnia, but Harry also seemed to be infected with your curse of being a light sleeper these days. Most nights he would attempt to join you, sweet enough to not want you to be alone, stubborn enough to not listen each time you urged him to go back to bed. He always paid for it the day after though, dark circles under his eyes and nodding off to sleep throughout whatever he had scheduled.Â
So in hopes that you wouldnât wake him by leaving tonight, you reach for the remote to the bedroom tv, muting it so the noise wonât disturb him. You would almost be content enough to stare at him for the rest of the night. The sharp outline of his jaw, freckles scattered across his face that would rival the constellations in the sky, all softened by the moonlight illuminating his face perfectly. As much as you donât want to wake him, you canât help but reach out to run the back of your hand over the smooth skin of the man you admire so much. You adore the way even in his sleep he molds to your touch, soft snores and deep, even breaths never stopping as you move up to brush his curls away from his face.Â
You almost make it through 20 minutes of a movie before his eyes flutter open. You know how much your false contractions from before weighed on him, alarm is quick to flood his face before he has a chance to take in his surroundings.Â
You answer before he has a chance to let worry take over, âItâs alright. Weâre okay. Just the usual..couldnât sleep.â
He rubs his eyes to clear them, âWhat time sâit?â
â4:30.â
He squints slightly at the movie playing before chuckling, âHow many times yâthink youâve watched this one? Know itâs been at least a dozen or so in the last month.â
âItâs my favorite. One of them, anyway. Itâs always been soothing to me.â
âBet you could quote the whole thing by now, even with it muted.â
You glance up at the tv and it only takes a second for you to pinpoint the exact part. You take his comment as a challenge, pushing yourself up out of your nest of pillows to rest your back against the headboard before quoting, âFaith is a bluebird you see from afar. Itâs for real, and as sure as the first evening star. You canât touch it, or buy it, or wrap it up tight. But itâs there just the same, making things turn out right.â
Your voice breaks as you say the last few words. Maybe itâs the combination of exhaustion and all the new fears and hormones running through your mind and body. Nostalgia of watching this when you were younger and now sharing it with your child when they are old enough touches your heart and you canât stop the tears continuously streaming down your face.
âBaby,â He pushes himself up to rest next to you, tugging you until you're pressed close to his side, âPlease donât cry.â
âMâmiserable, Harry. Iâm as big as the moon and I canât breathe and my feet always hurt and Iâm just..ready for him to be here. Ready for him to be out so I can hold him and kiss him and put him in his own bed so I can rest in mine again.âÂ
You know you sound childish and whiny and somewhat ridiculous, but being so sleep deprived means all sense has left and so the words come spilling out, a jumbled mess you doubt he even understood.
âI know you are, love. Hate to see you so upset,â He kisses the top of your head, âCertainly as bright as the moon, but not as big. Your bodyâs as exactly as it should be. I know it doesnât feel like it now, but thatâs only cause youâre tired. Heâll be here soon and weâll have so many people here to help, yeah?â
All you can do is nod, you know heâs right and you know once you have a nap things wonât feel so overwhelming. You pull yourself away from him to wipe your face on your t-shirt. A smile stretches across your lips as the thought enters your mind, âIf Iâm as bright as the moon, youâre as golden as the sun.â
âYeah?â Heâs blushing now, looking down at his hands before his eyes dart up to meet yours, âGuess that makes bub our little star, huh?â
You giggle before shrugging, âGuess so.â
âBy the way,â His hand rests on your thigh, âWe gonna keep calling him bub or we gonna pick a name?âÂ
âBubâs cute. Bub Styles.â You wrinkle your nose at the thought, âI just want it to be perfect for him, you know? I feel like I need to see his face before I just blindly pick a name. We could definitely narrow down some options though and see which one suits him best.â
âWeâll think of something special, eh? Somethinâ just fâhim.â
âYeah, we will,â You suck in a sharp intake of breath at a particularly hard kick from within your stomach. Harryâs head snaps to look over your face before looking down to where your hand lays on your belly.
âWhatâs wrong?â His eyes are wide, on edge as he waits for your answer.
âItâs fine heâs just..ah, being a little rowdy this morning.â You take his hand from your thigh and press it to where the kicks were landing, âRight here. Think thatâs his butt, his headâs down here, and..ah, his feet are right about here. Can you feel him?â
His palm lays flat across the front of your belly, âSâamazing, never gets old. Bet it feels so..weird to you though.â
âAt first, yeah, but got used to it pretty quickly. Itâs comforting now, like heâs saying hello or contributing to our conversations when we talk.â
He puts his mouth almost right against your tummy, so close his breath tickles and you feel the vibrations when he speaks, âTake it easy on mumma, little one. Just a bit longer, yeah? Canât wait to see ya face. Bet yâso handsome like daddy, just gotta be a lilâ more patient like mummy, alright?âÂ
âThink maybe heâs ready for his pre-breakfast snack?â
âDunno..Iâll ask him though,â He bends again, âThat why yâbeinâ such a brat to mum, huh? Woke her up early cause you were hungry? Alright, daddyâll make your usual.â
He kisses your stomach, before straightening to where heâs level with your face, âThat sound good?â
Your âusualâ was a bowl of what had been your biggest craving throughout your pregnancy; fruit. On nights like this when sleeplessness couldnât be defeated, the two of you normally gave in pretty quickly and had breakfast together. On days when you were able to sleep through Harryâs departure, you would always wake to the bowl already prepared and ready for you. Oftentimes there would be a quickly scribbled note with the words âLove, Hâ stuck to the top or the side of the bowl, like you didnât already know who had left it for you.
âYouâre spoiling him already, Harry.â
He smacks a quick kiss to your cheek, pulling back just a second before diving back in to peck another one on your other cheek, âTryinâ to spoil you too, angel.â
//
Contractions, real ones you were sure this time, had started 30 minutes ago. As much as Harry wanted to rush you out of the house in your pajamas, you had insisted on at least 5 minutes to change and pull your hair into a quick ponytail before gathering your bag and dashing down the stairs.
Just as Harryâs hand lands on the doorknob, you tug on the sleeve of his jacket, âHarry, stop for a second.â
âWhy? Are you having one now?â
âKiss me.â
âWhat?â
âThis is one of our last moments before we become parents. I want you to slow down, take a deep breath, and kiss me.â
âYouâre impossible, you know that? Active labor and you stop me for a kiss.â He rolls his eyes but you can see his shoulders drop, relaxing just enough to press his lips firmly against yours. You reach your hand up and around to the back of his neck, deepening it for a moment before drawing back to scan his face.
âBetter?â Your hand continues to work through his hair, happy to watch his face relax slightly at your touch.
âMuch. How are you so calm?â
âI donât know, really. I thought I would be scared, and I am but..Iâm ready. So ready to meet him.â
âMe too. Letâs go.â His hand falls to the small of you back, leading you out the door and to the car.
Once you arrive at the hospital, he doesnât leave your side, not even when the nurse suggests he do so while you get your epidural. She agrees to let him stay, but makes him sit in a chair in front of you and sternly tells him not to look.
He holds both of your hands, squeezing them tightly as an attempt to distract you. He knows how much you hate needles, how the thought of this procedure alone had scared you almost as much as the idea of labor. You release a deep sigh of relief when they announce itâs done, and he helps you settle back into bed, tucking the blanket around you.
âSo proud of you, baby. Youâre already doing amazing.âÂ
Things progress much faster than you ever thought they would, and itâs only three hours before youâre ready to push. Harryâs there for every second of it, hand behind your back and small encouragements in your ear when you think you canât go any further.Â
âMâtired, H.â The room is full of people, your doctor and a set of nurses, but his focus stays on you; simply existing together in that moment. Small pieces of hair have come loose from your ponytail, clinging to the sweat now covering your forehead. He sweeps them away before resting his hand on your shoulder.
âI know yâare, lovie, but youâre so so close. Doinâ so incredible,â His smile is so wide, beaming at you when he leans closer, âYâlook gorgeous too, never seen you look more stunning than now.â
That has a laugh bursting from you, still breathless when you reply, âYouâre such a bad liar.â
âMâserious! Know better than to lie to you.â He winks just before working his arm around behind your back again, giving you the motivation you needed to keep going.
Itâs not long before you hear what youâre certain is one of the best sounds youâll ever hear, the sweet sound of your baby boyâs cry as he enters the world.
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An hour later, both of you are still in awe of your little one, sleeping peaceful now in their dadâs strong arms. Harryâs wedged himself next to you in the hospital bed, long legs stretched in front of him. He keeps looking between where your head is propped on his shoulder and the baby.
He breaks the silence first, âDefinitely think he has your hair. Sânice and soft.â
âThink itâll be darker like yours though. Maybe heâll have your eyes.â You reach over to run your finger along your babyâs nose.
He looks between you and the baby again, a prideful smile brightening his face. He smushes his lips against your temple, and you close your eyes as the feeling of adoration combined with the exhaustion of the day washes over you.Â
You hear him whisper just as youâre drifting to sleep, âMy moon and star, together at last.â
#harry styles imagine#harry x reader#my writing#dad!harry#still not perfect but I like it so much more#hope you all enjoy it!
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2020...
You were probably the worst and best year of my life for several different reasons.
Worst because you took away my normal college experience. Worst because mentally, you havenât been kind. Worst because you have taken several people who have meant a lot to me and many others. Worst because people Iâve thought of as good friends donât speak to me anymore or turned out to not be who I thought they were.
Best because for some reason being stuck in quarantine brought my best friend and I a whole lot closer. Best because I found new hobbies that I love. Best because Iâve grown a lot as a person. Best because Iâve grown a lot on here and made writings that people have enjoyed. Best because I have impacted others in a positive way and helped people. Best because I have felt the happiest I have ever felt and the most love I have experienced as well. Best because I have made many new friends that mean the world to me and I just wanted to say a small thank you to all of these people.
@rebelemilu âą Emily, I remember months ago when I reblogged an edit of yours and you kinda geeked out that I did that. I thought it was the cutest thing ever and it was shocking to me that someone who didnât even know me loved me and my stuff. Then later in July when I first ever showed my face to this hellsite, I inspired you to do the same and I got to see your beautiful face and smile and I was so happy that I was able to do that for you. You have always been so kind and supportive of me and I will forever be grateful to you for that. Now I get to talk to you almost everyday and you send me the best gifs of our favorite men and I couldnât be happier. You are an amazing friend Em and I love you so much! You have no idea how much you mean to me.
@x-lulu âą Lulu, this past month or so has been amazing! You are one of the strongest, sweetest, and most supportive people I know! Like you said, you feel like you can come to me with anything but that is how I feel about you. You have a soft warm safe presence about you that makes me feel comfortable and appreciated when I talk to you. Loneliness is my biggest struggle and I hate talking about it with anyone because it feels stupid when I say it but with you, I feel like I could discuss that with you without any judgement. Now that I know you I donât think I could be without you. Youâre just so wonderful and I wish everyone could have a lu as a friend. I donât know what Iâd do without my aesthetic queen that I love so much.
@https-luna âą Luna, you are my luna bug! What else can I say? I love you so much and weâve only really talked for the past twoish weeks but I feel like we will be friends for a long time. You are so incredibly smart and I love each and every one of your random fun facts. That makes my days so much better with your sweet personality. I feel like weâve grown a lot closer these last few days and I wouldnât change that for the world. You are a talented writer and I love getting to see that first hand. My love for you will never die, luna bug.
@sguymon21 âą Sara, I honestly donât remember how our friendship started. I want to say it was because we started talking when I was reading your story, All Of My Wrongs, because I fell in love with it and then we just started talking. And then we exchanged Instagrams and then Snapchats and weâve talked for a while honestly. You are such an amazing writer and a sweet and kind soul as well and I know that at times that people havenât been that kind to you but I promise you are so much more than what people say. You are gorgeous love and your heart is even prettier.
@samcolbylife666 âą Zach, I know this is probably weird considering we havenât talked in several months but I still wanted to thank you. You were the first person I ever really talked to on here and I hope youâre doing well. I remember the random things weâd discuss right before all hell broke loose with corona. I was literally talking to you when I had to pack to leave my dorm for our âtwo weekâ break and I was excited that our spring break had been lengthened. Iâm pretty sure your plans to go to Disneyland for canceled due to everything but I hope you still get to go soon. I donât know if you still get on here but Iâd love to talk to you again.
@xgingerblue19x âą Ella, my love from the other side of the world haha I love you so much. Our journey started the night Sam broke his back. I was lowkey freaking out about it and you were there to calm me down and you sent me updates about it too. It was nice to have someone to talk to when I was super anxious about someone I look up to and care deeply about. Then a few weeks later, we all lost someone really important to us, Corey, and once again, you were there. You talked with me and I am not one to easily open up to others especially when Iâm upset but with you, I felt safe and you made it easy. Since then, we donât talk super often but we can always pick up where we left off and it feels normal and not awkward at all and I love that about our friendship. You are someone I know that I can lean on and I hope you know Iâm here for you as well sweetheart.
@socialanxiety-queen âą Becca, I love you so much! We were both scared to reach out to each other and anxious about making new friends but Iâm glad that we started to message each other and play a little game of twenty questions. Even though we donât talk that often, I will always love and support you and I know that I can talk to you about whatever I need to. Your heart is so pure and it is a beautiful thing inside a beautiful person. You make me so happy and I love how you remember the little things about a person and make them feel so loved and appreciated and I hope you feel as loved and appreciated as you make others feel.
@toriswrites âą Tori, you are such a cute little bean and I love you! We started talking right before I combined blogs on maybanksbaby and you were the one who helped me gain the courage to finally combine my blogs after I had been thinking about it for a loooooong time. I donât think you know how grateful I am for that because it was the best decision Iâve ever made and I couldnât have done it without you and your encouragement. So thank you for talking to me through that because I probably wouldâve never done it or I wouldâve pushed it off for a while if I hadnât brought it up to you.
@heaven-with-mark âą Babe, I honestly have no idea where our friendship started. I think it was you posted something and I came to check on you and then we just started talking. And then we talked almost every day all day for like a month. Weâd be going crazy as we stayed up late. Youâd show me all your pets and tell me their adorable and unique names which I loved. Weâd talk about several random ideas and weâd talk about our problems too. I know we havenât talked that much recently but I really miss you and I hope you are doing well.
@lonely-xplr âą Bree, you are someone Iâve always looked up to. Ever since I started writing on this app and joined this fandom, Iâve looked up to you. You are so smart and so nice to talk to. I know that if I ever need someone to talk to, I can go to you. You always seem to send me something nice right when I need it and I am so grateful for that and you. I love you so much and I hope you know how much you mean to me.
@fttayla @ilovejjmaybank @demxters âą Liv, Nat, and Elle, I love you all so much! You are so kind and super supportive and I thank you guys for that. Yâall are so cute too and your friendships have made me so happy.
@reinad-snc @goddess-of-time-and-magic @reddesertcolbs @xplrtrash @sarcasmhadachild @colbylover99 @cartiercolby @ygsucks @starrybrock âą to my @traphousedaily babies and Kayla, you all made me feel welcome in this Sam and Colby tumblr fandom family. When I joined this group of wonderful people, I felt like I wasnât alone and just posting my fics. I felt like I apart of something greater and I made great friends because of it. Each of you are so incredibly sweet and amazing people and I am so happy that I have gotten the chance to meet you all and become friends with you too.
@itsnotgray @ilguna @tomfreakinghollandneedsaoscar @xplrvibes @golbrocklovely @golbrockstar @turnupbrock @socialwriter @mrsmaybankhere @spilledtee @bricksatlandyswindow @dmonchld @killingbxys @nxsmss @mxltifandoms06 @uwubonebabie @rafej-cambanks @drewstarkeysbitchh @faithie-brock-gillespie01 @cognacdelights @tovvaa @moniamaybank @themaddies-obx @cuddlycolby @xplrsworld @makebank @rafeyybabyy âą there are so many more but there is a tag limit to each post so Iâll probably comment to add some more but each of you have made my 2020 better. Some on small ways and others in bigger ones but each of you have brought me happiness and made me smile more so for that, thank you.
So after that reflection, I have realized that 2020 may not have been the greatest year of our lives but at least for me, the great points outweigh the bad ones tremendously. Hereâs to 2021 :)
#anna rambles#and anna feels so emotional but in a good way#I wouldnât have survived this year without you guys
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Obey Me! Soulmate AU Lucifer 2
Sorry, I kind of dropped off the face of the earth for a hot minute there. Iâm just going through some stuff, donât mind me!~ I really hope you like this. I was planning on making it longer, but I felt like I left it off at a good place. I think I may finish off each story one by one, since Iâm on a roll with Luciferâs story, but it depends on my mood. I may start on Mammonâs part 2 soon, so you never know! Next part is either Lucifer part 3 or Mammon part 2 lol. I really hope you like it!!!Â
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When I was a little girl, scary movies always excited me. I would get on my hands and knees to beg my mother to let me watch them, even if I knew I'd have nightmares. There was just something about being scared but not being in danger that really made me happy. As I got older, it became an obsession. Horror movie posters littered my walls, and all other kinds of merchandise, some even rare items, surrounded me in my day to day life. But what always made my day was ghost stories. Some classic bumps in the night, others intense cases of demonic possession. Eventually, movies weren't enough of a thrill. I needed the real thing.
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 "Are you sure about this, _____? I mean, I know you're into that freaky shit, but this is getting a little too real for me." _____'s best friend Monica says, holding herself in her arms.
"Oh please, Monny! It's just a little ghost hunt. Nothing to be worried about!" Her golden eyes widen as she gawks at her friend.
"Nothing to worry about? Girly, you know damn well I don't do ghost shit. That's all you, my friend, and honestly, I don't feel like dying before graduating high school!" _____ rolls her eyes, but this doesn't stop her friend's ramblings.
"You're following the information given to you by some rando on the internet you only met last week- he's probably leading you into a trap! This is one of those cases you see on HLN where the young, unexpecting girls get taken to be sex trafficked."
"We're not gonna die. And it's not even confirmed that there are ghosts here," _____ lifts up the broken chain-link fence and motions for her friend to enter.
"Wait, we're going through all this trouble and youâre not even sure if it's actually haunted?! Are you kidding me?"
"Look, if you're that much of a scaredy-cat, you can wait outside. I just want to snap a few pictures to post on my blog." Biting her lip and shifting from side to side, Monica weighs her options.
"Okay, fine. Just don't take forever. My mom wants us back before dark," Monica says, pouting.
"And don't call me a scaredy-cat!" Â _____ smirks.
"Okay, okay . . . Scaredy-cat!" She laughs, lightly jogging away from her friend and towards the abandoned building. With her flashlight in hand, _____ sneaks around the back under some fallen tree-limbs and clicks her tongue.
"If I remember right, the guy said it would be about . . . Here!" Finding the boarded window she was looking for, _____ slides the board up and enters the hole. She drops down into a dark room, the only light seeping in through the cracks in the worn wood covering the window. Quickly turning on her flashlight, the young girl takes a look around what appears to be the basement of the run-down house.
"He seemed to have left out the fact that my little 'tour' would start in the basement, but I can work with this." _____ takes a deep breath and scans the area. Besides some creepy old toys, nothing really interests her here.
So, she finds the door leading upstairs and slowly makes her way up the creaking wood. The leaky pipes and several rainstorms since the abandonment of the house have not been kind to the drywall and wood structuring. Reaching the top, _____ shines her flashlight around, taking in the once white walls of the family room, now covered in mold.
"A little Damp-rid would do this house some wonders, I'm sure." Her camera flashes as she takes her first shot, making sure to get in the ripped couch and fallen portraits. Had vandals and old age not did their thing, this house would have been in perfect condition.
"The people living here just up and abandoned it with no warning. Seems . . . Suss if you ask me.â She scrunches her face and shrugs.
"Alright, let's do some exploring." Shaking off her shakes of anticipation, _____ ascends the stairs leading to the second floor with caution. Despite her lack of fear for the paranormal, she still fears falling through the dampened wood flooring and having to explain to her mother why she's in the hospital getting tested for tetanus. A sudden sound above her makes her stop for a moment, halting the loud creaking of the stairs.
"What the Hell . . . ?" What sounds like a light tapping across the floor above slowly moves forward toward the stairs and ending at the door at the end of the hall. She shines her flashlight there, but it begins to flicker and dim.
"Shit! I just changed these batteries!" She bats it with her palm, but it does nothing as it fades away. The hinges of the door screech as it slowly begins to open, so slow that it's barely visible. What little light is streaming through the cracks of the boarded windows seems to almost be absorbed by the darkness inside the bedroom. _____ gets closer to the door, feeling an immense pull to open it and go inside. Her goal of capturing pictures long gone from her mind as she reaches out and touches the handle.
"_____! Are you done yet?!" Her friend yelling to her from outside startles her and she removes her hand. She releases a breath she didn't know she was holding and tilts her head to yell back.
"Uh, Yeah, almost! Be right out!" Her feet tap against the wood flooring as she descends the stairs, but pauses and takes a look back at the door all the way at the end of the hall.
"It'll only take a second . . . " She says to herself, never removing her eyes from the darkness within.
"Come on, _____! We're losing daylight!" Biting her lip, she lifts her camera and snaps a few photos before running back to the basement and out of the small window. Just as her friend said, the sun is almost below the horizon.
"Oh shit."
"Oh, shit is right! Let's get out of here!"
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 Growing up the way I did, I never really thought too much about what that day meant. Though every once in a while, I find myself thinking about that house. Monica and I left that town not long after we graduated, but the longing I have to go back has nothing to do with homesickness.
"Hey, look! I never thought I'd be seeing these pictures again!" Monica laughs, holding up the small box filled with photos from _____'s old camera.
"Is that prom?" She asks, making her way over to Monica with curiosity.
"I think so," She holds up more photos of the two girls in dresses holding hands with a boy and another girl.
"It has to be. Look, there's Jonah!" _____ rolls her eyes and groans.
"God, I hoped I would never have to see his face again. Burn the pictures!"
"No!" Monica holds the photos to her chest protectively.
"Just because you hated your date, doesn't mean I hated mine!" _____ laughs.
"True. Okay, you can keep 'em! I have all these on a hard drive somewhere, so I'll have plenty of memories!" The smile on Monica's face slowly begins to fall at _____'s words.
"Do you really have to go? I know I've said this like a thousand times, but how do you know you can trust this man?" It's understandable that Monica is concerned. I mean, most people would be if their best friend meets a guy and less than a month later moves out with them.
"I'll be fine. I promise. And I'll write all the time!" Monica groans.
"Exactly, you'll write! I mean, where even is this place that you're going, huh? No cell service, no internet? It's like this guy is taking you completely off the grid, and that's what worries me. He's not forcing you to do this, is he? Cause if he is-!" _____ grabs Monica's shoulders and looks her in the eye.
"Nobody's forcing me to do anything! I love him . . . Perhaps it's a little fast for most people, but I know for a fact that we're meant to be together. Please, trust me on this." The brunette's shoulders sink as if finally accepting _____'s answer.
"Fine. But just know that I don't like him!" A smile makes its way onto _____'s face and pulls her hands back.
"I guess if you don't like him then you won't want to be here tomorrow." Her head snaps up making her brown curls bounce around her head.
"Why?" The ghost hunter smirks and checks her nails.
"Well, my boyfriend and a few of his brothers are coming over to take most of the boxes. I wouldn't want you to be upset, so it's probably best if you stay away."
"Are you kidding me?! Of course, I'm gonna be there! I'm gonna give this bastard a piece of my mind! First, he takes my best friend away, and then he thinks he can just walk up in here and not even ask for your hand in dating from the one person that counts?! Oh, I'll show him! And his brothers too!" Fuming, Monica starts to pace, her arms flailing animatedly.
"Are you gonna give them all a stern talking to, mother dearest?" She stops in her rambling to glare at _____.
"Keep giving me backtalk, and I might just give you a stern talking to. With my fist!" _____ retaliates by throwing a couch pillow.
"Oh, it's on, girly!"
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 "_____, are you awake?" The young woman shifts in her sleep, stretching before opening her eyes.
"I am now. When did you get here?" Lucifer smiles, moving some hair from _____'s face.
"Only a moment ago. I didn't mean to wake you, I had just thought you'd be up." _____ takes a look at the clock on her nightstand, her eyes widening.
"Holy shit! It's almost two?" The tender moment is lost as she jumps out of her bed and runs to her adjoined bathroom. A smirk makes its way onto the demon's face, watching her frantically trying to brush her teeth and hair at the same time.
"There's no need to rush, my love. Although the sight before me is breathtaking, I'll go keep my brothers' busy loading boxes into the portal. Wouldn't want them stumbling in here and seeing something only I should see." The cheeky bastard leaves the room, and _____ looks down at her bedtime apparel consisting of panties and a large shirt.
"Well, that's not embarrassing or anything."
She quickly finishes getting ready and heads down the stairs to an argument.
"It's your fault!" Levi yells, gesturing to a box at his feet.
"Me?! What did I do?!" Mammon yells back, defensive.
"You made me drop it with your stupidity! If you hadn't been acting like a big baby, we would have most of this done by now!" The box in question happens to be the small box filled with photographs.
"Hey guys, don't worry about it! It's just some pictures. I'll clean it up, no biggie!" The two demons blush and look away, a bit ashamed to be yelling in front of the girl.
"Sorry, _____. If Mammon actually did his job, we'd be out of here by now."
"I'm helping!" Levi rolls his eyes.
"If by helping you mean complaining, then yeah, you've been a big help!" Mammon crosses his arms and glares.
"Oh, like you're any better? Just two minutes ago you were complaining about how you're arms hurt! These boxes should weigh nothing to you!" As the fight continues, Lucifer comes up next to her and sighs. I'm sorry about my brothers, _____. Would you believe me if I told you they actually volunteered to help?" _____ laughs.
Over the course of knowing Lucifer, the young woman has grown close to his brother's as well, mainly the two standing in front of her. Mammon likes her ghost adventure stories, and Levi just likes the fact _____ is willing to listen to his rants. Even Satan has enjoyed a few human books recommended to him by the lovable ghost hunter, and they often discuss murder mysteries together over text. It's no surprise to Lucifer that his soulmate gets along so well with his brothers. He cares dearly for his younger siblings, and _____ provides the care his pride prevents him from showing.
"I believe it. But, you know, brothers will be brothers," She smiles up at him, unknowingly making his heartbeat just a bit faster. Her eyes widen a bit and a small gasp leaves her lips as she takes another look at the clock.
"I forgot to tell you, but Monica is-"
"Where is he?!" The front door slams open, halting the never-ending argument and making _____ pout.
"Monica, any damage left gets taken out of my deposit. Could you be a bit more careful?" The brunette crosses her arms and scans the room, reading all three men, and assessing the situation. Her eyes narrow at Levi, making him whimper slightly and shrink under her gaze. Next, Mammon, who just crosses his arms back and raises a brow under his sunglasses. Her eyes land on Lucifer and her glare turns to a scowl. Target acquired. She dramatically raises her hand and points at the demon.
"You." Confused, he points to himself.
"Me . . . ?"
"You're the one that's stealing my sister from me!" _____ sighs and puts her head in her hand.
"Here we go." Monica walks over, practically chest to chest with Lucifer, though there's a notable height difference. Lucifer coughs awkwardly, looking down at the female.
"Is there a problem?"
"I don't know, is there?" _____ sighs again.
"Monica-"
"Don't 'Monica' me! I don't care how big and muscular he appears to be, he better square up, cause he's not taking you without a fight, sis!"
"This is ridiculous, Monica. You can't fight him." Her glare deepens, never breaking eye contact with Lucifer.
"Watch me." She raises her fist.
"I don't think you want to do that," Lucifer speaks up, temporarily halting her actions.
"There's nothing you can say to me that'll- Put me down!" Lucifer picks up Monica by her shoulders and gently holds the kicking and screaming girl until she gives up trying to escape.
"Are you done?" Huffing and puffing, she nods and he places her back on her feet.
"You are a truly worthy opponent. I'll be more prepared next time. Until then, you have earned my blessing. For now!" _____ rolls her eyes, and Lucifer smiles at her.
"Thank you. I apologize for not meeting you sooner. My work prevents me from leaving, and what little free time I have I use to talk to _____. It was wrong of me to not speak with you before arranging this." Monica looks at Lucifer, still skeptical.
"Hm, wise words and a wise decision, trying to butter me up. But I won't give up that easily!"
"Is she always like this?" Mammon asks, leaning up against the wall.
"Always like what? Amazing, beautiful, cautious, careful, caring, concerned??"
"Woah, slow down 'C for Catastrophe', I think you just come off as a little strong sometimes, Monny. Maybe tone it down for the newcomers, alright?" Pouting, Monica agrees.
"Okay, maybe I can be a bit overbearing." _____ raises an eyebrow, but doesn't say anything.
"That's an understatement," Leviathan says under his breath earning a death glare from the brunette.
"I hate to cut this short, but we should really be going." _____'s head snaps up to look at Lucifer.
"What? Why? You just got here?" His face saddens as he looks down at her, holding her hand in his.
"I know, but I need to head back. Certain duties require my attention," He pulls _____ close in a hug and puts his lips to her ear.
"And Lord Diavolo was only able to keep the portal open for a certain amount of time." His warm breath on her neck sends a shiver down her spine and a blush to her cheeks. She hugs him closer and nods before letting go.
"Alright, I hope you guys have a safe journey back!" She waves to them, Lucifer giving her a quick peck on the cheek, not really one for PDA, and they head out of sight through the front door. Monica clears her throat and looks down at the ground.
"Sorry." Genuinely surprised, _____ turns to her friend.
"For what? You were just being a good friend!"
"Not that," She sighs, and wrings her hands together.
"I didn't know his time here was limited. I didn't mean to keep you from him." _____ smiles and pats her friend on the head, which earns her an annoyed scowl.
"It's okay, Monny, don't worry about it! How about we make some tea and chill for a bit? I still have some packing to do before next week." The shorter female smiles and nods.
"Definitely! I'll start the water!" She rushes off to the kitchen, leaving _____ in the living room. It's true that she's upset she didn't get to be with Lucifer for very long, but she doesn't blame her friend. Magic is something she still doesn't understand but knows there are certain limitations.Â
Maybe if she had gotten up earlier, she could have talked with her soulmate a bit more, but she was just so tired. Her dreams kept her up tossing and turning most of the night, much to her displeasure. She doesn't remember exactly what they were about, but they weren't pleasant, and she's not sure if she actually wants to remember them.Â
Monica working to heat up the water, _____ decides to clean up the scattered pictures from the fallen box. There's no particular order they should go in since they were pretty much haphazardly thrown in there to begin with, but she tries to start from the bottom, attempting to keep some sort of linear timeframe of when she put the pictures in there.
"Eventually I gotta go through these and get rid of the junk. I don't think I want Lucifer seeing me at fourteen with braces, pigtails, and eyeliner up to my temples." She gently shuffles through the pictures, tossing them in as she goes, until she reaches the last group.Â
Undoubtedly the darkest of them, they immediately stand out from the family beach days and the cringe selfies. _____ picks them up, and examines them. The first few are of crumbling walls and boarded up windows, no doubt an abandoned house she's been to, but that's not what strikes her as odd. She never kept her hunting photos with her normal ones, especially back then.Â
Her mother would have killed her if she found out, so she would always develop them and put them in a lockbox under her bed. The last few photos in the bunch show a dark hall, and it's as if all the heat rushes from her body. A cold chill replaces any warmth she may have had as she looks from one picture to the other, the hallway becoming darker and darker before it goes completely black, the door at the end the only thing visible.Â
While she remembers taking the pictures, she doesn't remember ever actually developing them. It was her first abandoned house- thinking back it would have been weird for her not to take a look at them. But the more she tries to remember, the more she can't. It's as if she's blocked it out somehow.
"You okay, girly?" Monica places her hand on _____'s shoulder, breaking her from her thoughts.
"Uh, yeah, sorry. Got a little distracted is all," She places the pictures at the top of the box, closes it, and puts it to the side.
"Now, how about tea?"
The two girls spend the rest of the night packing and chatting, almost making _____ forget about the pictures. Almost. It isnât long after Monica leaves that _____ finds herself drawn to the small box, knowing that the pictures are just a few feet away. A ringing from her pocket startles her, and she pulls out her DDD. The caller ID says Lucifer, and she smiles knowing how late it is. This is most likely his first break since he got back.
"Hey, are you okay?" Her smile drops a bit at the urgency in his voice.
"Yes, why? Is everything alright?" He sighs on the other end of the phone sounding relieved.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to worry you. I felt that you were in danger, and the pact was calling to me." Sure enough, the pact mark on her arm is glowing a beautiful blue, bright enough to shine through her shirt sleeve. She lightly rubs it, willing it to stop, and the glow slowly fades.
"Sorry, I didn't even realize I was doing it. It's just . . . " _____ bites her lip, looking over at the box.
"_____, what's wrong? Are you in danger?"
"No," Sighing, _____ turns away from the box and heads to her bedroom, attempting to put it out of her mind.
"I was just anxious . . . I miss you." He chuckles a little, making her heart race.
"I miss you too. I'm sorry I had to cut our afternoon short, but Lord Diavolo needed me. The higher demons are still . . . Skeptical about our father's decision. They've become nervous, and there have been talks of a coup."
"Oh, wow," She never really thought about it, but it makes sense why people would be skeptical especially demons. To them, it may seem like some plot to take over the Devildom.
"How's Lord Diavolo handling this news?" She's spoken to Lord Diavolo a few times, and he's always seemed like such a nice and positive guy that really cares about his kingdom and its citizens.
"He's upset, but not surprised. But he knows my brothers and I are on his side, so if a coup were to take place, they wouldn't get very far."
"I'm glad. How are you handling this? Want to talk about it?" She's concerned for him, despite knowing how powerful he is. His workload before was intense, but now she's sure it's even worse. He barely gets to sleep, and she can hear it sometimes when he's on the phone with her. He's even fallen asleep on the phone, much to her disappointment. She feels guilty every time that happens, because he's clearly tired but still staying up late to talk to her.
"I would love to, but unfortunately, there's not much I can say . . . "
"You never know who's listening, right?" He laughs.
"Yes, I'm sorry. But I can tell you that all of this will be sorted before next week. I'll make sure of it." The determination in his voice was enough to know he was telling the truth. Once Lucifer makes his mind up about something, it gets done.
"I believe you! But even so, I'm sure my presence might stir up the higher demons. Maybe it's best if I and the other girls stay here until the Devildom calms down." She's heard of his brother's soulmates before, though she's never actually talked to them. But it's not hard to assume that they are going through the same things she is, feeling the same things, and wondering how their lives are going to change.
"At the moment, any plans for you or the others to come here are still on track. But, I'm afraid you may have a point . . . "
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I know no matter what you decide, it'll be the right choice. I have the utmost confidence in you, hun." Lucifer clears his throat, flustered.
"I'm glad you do. Your safety is my top priority. One of them."
"I can only imagine the work you have right now. I'll let you go." _____ glances at the time. It's pretty late for her, and the time difference isn't too far off from her own.
"I'll call you tomorrow as soon as I can. Sleep well, my love." For him not to protest hanging up the phone, he must really be swamped with work.
"Sleep well." Laying down, _____ can feel her eyelids falling heavy and pulls the covers over her shoulders. Despite her pleasant thoughts of her love, her dreams are anything but.
To be continued ------
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brain freeze
pairing: captain rex x reader (ohoHOHOH)
summary: I ate ice cream and I wanted to write Rex eating ice cream too. thatâs literally all this is
a/n: VERY THROWN TOGETHER these were just thoughts in my head I had while eating some good ass choc ice cream man. I left it ambiguous as to whether thereâs an established relationship goin on hereâŠ.up to you to take this as my characteristic yearningâą or dating domesticity heheh
also Iâd just like to dedicate this to/publicly blame @highlycommendableââ for being the biggest reason I fell in love w/ Rex like come ON I dare you to read In the Battlefield and not do the same. do it. DO ITASDFDK
âI donât believe you.â
Your arms are crossed across your old tee, and your tone is serious. Rex has never been good at reading a poker face â almost as bad as he is at lying â but doesnât think heâs seen this look on your face before.
âWhy would I lie about this?â
âI donât know, but I still donât believe you.â
He doesnât know how you even got to this topic. One minute you had struck up a chat with him aboutâŠactually, Rex doesnât even know what youâd been talking about. Sometimes, in the tiredness that claimed him at the end of the day, he just liked to listen to your voice as you carried on the conversation, and usually youâd grant him that silence.
But today, somehow, youâve reached the subject of ice cream, and when Rex had informed you that heâd never had it, not once, you had gawked. Cue the pouty accusation.
âItâs not like itâll make you seem less manly, Rex. Iâve heard you singing in the shower.â At your words, Rex feels his face redden indignantly. It was one timeâŠ
âIâve just never had the chance! Is that really so hard to accept?â Heâs kind of annoyed, now, and confused as to why youâre pressing this. âThey werenât exactly giving us dessert and tucking us in with bedtime stories on Kamino, you know.â
The amused disbelief immediately drops from your face, quickly morphing into remorse. Rex can tell you hadnât meant to make him feel bad. But what heâd said was true â heâd been bred to be a soldier, not a human being.
âRex, Iâm sorry.â You wring your hands, and he shakes his head in dismissal. âI was just surprised. I realize it was stupid.â
âSâfine. Really, not a big deal.â
âIt is!â You insist, and he just wishes youâd drop the whole thing. Who cared what he ate, as long as it got him through the day and kept him alive? Food was just a way of sustaining his strength. âI know exactly how to make it up to you, though. Be ready in five minutes â and lose the armor.â
âââ
âA diner? Kinda thought youâd take me to 79âs, buy me a drink or something.â
âOr something,â you snort, leading him through the entrance. âIâll have you know that this is vital information, Captain. Consider this an informational excursion.â Your eyes glint with purpose, and Rex had learned long ago that it was just wiser to go along with whatever you wanted when you were set on something.
And, that smile of yours could command him to do things almost as well as an order from General Skywalker could. Not that Rex would ever say that out loud.
A throaty call of your name draws his attention to the counter, where a Besalisk is grinning behind stained chefâs attire. âWelcome back!â
âDexi Jet,â you drawl happily, as you slap one of the chefâs four arms when he reaches the two of you. âItâs good to see you.â
âNever got time to see your old friend anymore, eh? This whoâs got all your attention now?â Rex balks when heâs pointed to, and you snicker at his expression.
âYou could say that,â you answer, and place your other hand up on Rexâs shoulder. âRex, meet Dex. Dex, this is Captain Rex of the 501st. Should be easy enough to remember, right?â If you ask Rex, you seem a little too pleased at the similarity between their names, but he holds his tongue.
âShould be. Any friend of my most loyal customer is a friend of mine,â Dex agrees, and stretches his lips into a friendly simper, and Rex gives an awkward attempt at a smile in reply. âTake a seat, you two. You want your usual order?â
âActually, something else this time, Dex,â you call as he retreats back to the kitchen. âTrying to sweeten up the Captain here.â
Rex canât help but roll his eyes.
âââ
Minutes later, heâs holding an ice cream cone in his hand, delivered promptly by the droid waitress you had referred to as âFLOâ. Rex supposed it fit the vibe of the diner, along with her tinny accented voice and the way she called everyone âhoneyâ.
Any droid that wasnât trying to kill him would always be a shock at first. You had smirked at the way heâd stumbled over a âthank youâ.
âThe upper levels are weird,â he grunted, angling the cone so that a milky drip of chocolate didnât fall on his fingers. Heâd never felt comfortable amidst all the people in the capital that went about their lives â as if they werenât in the middle of a war. Ones that had never seen the front lines save for a holo on the news. Here, âshinyâ was a compliment.
âCareful,â you chide lightheartedly, already halfway finished with your dessert. âThese are my old stomping grounds. I used to eat here all the time during my university days.â You look expectantly at him, then to the cone in his hand.
Rex sighs internally. Best to just get it over with.
He goes to bite the ice cream, but you almost jab him in they eye with the way your hand shoots out to stop him. âNot like that! Youâll regret it, trust me. It makes your teeth hurt if you bite into it. You lick it, like this.â You demonstrate accordingly, and it takes a lot of strength for Rex to keep certain thoughts out of his head. Another time.
He frowns at his cone, then tentatively pokes out his tongue to lick it as youâd done. The cold pricks his senses, but the ice cream is soft, much softer than heâd expected. He licks it again, less reluctant this time.
âWell?â
âItâsââ Rex lets the flavor melt over his taste buds, savoring the sensation. âItâs good.â
You laugh out in delight, and his head shoots over to make sure youâre not recording him to show his brothers later. Thankfully, youâre watching him excitedly, finishing off your own ice cream. âI told you! Isnât it great?â
âIâve had chocolate before, but this isâŠreally good.â
âItâs delicious,â you correct him, and he quirks a smile at the way you almost sound offended. âDex uses Trammistan chocolate, from Trammis III. Total game changer. And less than two credits!â
That jolts him out of his sweet relishing. He hadnât thought to bring money before the pair of you had left. You notice the way he pauses, though, and nudge him in the arm. âRex, did you not hear me? Itâs not even two credits. Anyways, this is my treat.â
Rex shrugs, albeit stubbornly.
Heâs still not used to the way you always want to take care of him, be kind to him. Almost every good thing someone had done for him had been transactional â until heâd met you.
You beam at him, drinking in his enjoyment, and begin to crunch on the Cerean cone. âDonât eat it too fast, though. Itâll hurt your brain, too.â
âSeems like a lot of ways to hurt yourself by just eating it.â
âHey, high risk, high reward.â You counter, as if youâd just pointed out a flaw in one of his battle plans. âNow, letâs get the Neuvian sundae! I want you to try the Denta bean flavor.â
âââ
Three weeks later, when the 501st is on leave once again, you bring the boys some takeout and relay a message to Rex from the diner: Dex is thrilled at the influx of new customers, but he really has to warn his brothers about brain freeze â the clones seem to be easily incapacitated by ice cream, and itâs starting to worry Dex about the vulnerability of the soldiers fighting the war. The last part is a joke, you reassure him.
Rex can only shake his head to hide his uneven smile.
#rini writes#i just had to get this out of my system LOL#captain rex x reader#captain rex imagine#captain rex x you#this has been in my drafts for days but there is no more i can do for it#we can pretend that the clones in the gif are running for the nerfburgers you have brought for them?? yes?#i just think rexy looks so beautiful here#anyways iâll stop! these tags are so long lol#as always ily enjoy xx
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Take it Slow - Part Sixty-Three
a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niallâs invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.
Warnings: TW. - THE R-WORD IS USED IN THIS PART! Fluff and Smut.
Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)
Sunday morning Harry got up to start editing the photos. He dug up an old album he never used so he could place them in there for you once they were printed. He wanted you to sleep so he could get everything done. The photos were incredible. He thought you looked stunning. He edited them so they were all black and white and touched up some other things. He started printing them when he heard you walking around downstairs.
âHarry?â You call for him sleepily.
âUp here babe, be down in a minute!â
Once the pictures are dry enough he fills up the album. He sees you curl up on the couch with a cup of coffee. He comes down and plops right next to you.
âTheyâre all done. Wanna see?â
âHow early did you get up to do this?â
âEarlyâŠI was too excited.â He chuckles.
âOkay, lemme see.â
You lean into him and he opens the album. You mouth falls open when you look at the pictures. He did an amazing job.
âYouâre so talented Harry, I actually like the way I look!â
âThatâs all you, babe, youâre gorgeous.â You kiss him on the cheek.
âOh my god!â You gasp at the ones of you touching yourself. âIâm not awake enough for this.â You laugh. âIâm gonna go put this away in my closet, okay? Itâll be easy for you to find while Iâm away. Thank you so much for doing this for me.â
âAnytime.â
//
Your week with Mark was easier. He kept his distance as much as he could.
âSo, you have a half day today?â He asks you Friday morning. He couldnât help but look at your butt in your jeans.
âYup, I have to pack and then my mom is spending the night with us so we can get to the airport easier tomorrow.â You pull some sheets of paper from a file folder. âHereâs what Iâll need you to work on next week while Iâm gone. Niall has a copy too and he will be checking in.â
âI donât need to be babysat. What do I do if I finish all this?â
âGo see Niall, heâll have work for you.â
âDo you ever have fun here, like ever?â
âI have fun all the time, with Niall, because heâs my friend. You, Mark, are not my friend.â
âYeah, youâve made that plenty clear.â He huffs.
âGood, that was my intention.â You give him a fake smile.
âYou could try to warm up to me, Iâm not a bad guy. Weâre going to be working together for a while longer.â You scoff at him.
âYou burned your bridge with me a long time ago.â
âAre you sure thatâs it? Or are you afraid your boyfriend will get jealous?â
âHarry? Jealous of you?â You start laughing. âWhatâs there to be jealous of?â
âA stable job, an actual futureâŠâ
âHis job is very stable, he gets paid well, and-â
âDoesnât he have to freelance?â
âHe freelances because he loves what he does and he likes making people happy. Heâs insanely talented.â
âWhy not open his own studio then?â
âHe will, itâs just not the right time, andâŠyou know what? I donât have to explain a thing to you.â You shake your head at him. âIâm leaving now, see you when I get back.â He follows you out of your office and you lock it. âYou are not to go in here while Iâm gone, understand?â
âMhm.â
You say goodbye to Niall with a big hug and head out the door to your place. You had a lot of packing to do. Harry came home from work early so he could spend some time with you before your mom got there.
âAh! Son of a bitch!â He hears you yelp and he runs into the bedroom.
âY/N?!â He stops short when he sees you clutching at your stomach.
âHi, sorry, I just canât get my piercing out for some reason. Itâs a little tender from the last time I changed it.â You groan. âFuck it, Iâm leaving it in. They wonât see it anyways.â
He comes over to the bed and picks up a couple of your swim suits.
âThese are cute.â He holds them up to his body and makes a modeling pose.
âGive me that!â You giggle and snatch it from him.
âDo yeh need help with anythinâ?â
âNo these were the last few things.â You close the lid on your suitcase. âActually, could you bring that down to your car for me?â
âYou got it.â He kisses the top of your head and grabs the bag.
When he comes back up you both eat a quick dinner and he takes you into the bedroom.
âSheâll be here soonâŠâ
âLet me just love on you for a little while.â He nuzzles into your neck. You canât resist him when heâs like this.
He makes love to youâŠtwice. You force yourselves out of bed when your mom texts you that sheâs downstairs. You both go down to greet her and Harry takes her larger bag down to the car.
âIt looks amazing in here! You both have done such an incredible job decorating.â
âThanks mumma. The guest room is all made up for you.â
âPerfect, well, I think Iâll head to bed now since we have to be up so early, night kids.â
âNight!â You give her a hug and kiss and off she goes. You look at Harry. âWe should go to bed too. We have to get up at like four.â
âSounds good.â
He cuddles you all night, and you wouldnât have had it either way. The three of you were quiet it in the car the next morning. It was far too early to speak. Harry takes the bags out of the car for the both of you. Your mom goes into the airport to give you both some privacy to say goodbye.
You wrap your arms around each other and you feel wetness from his tears on your neck.
âItâs only a week, seven sleeps. Iâm back next Saturday night.â You say into his ear.
âI know, Iâm just gonna miss my sweet baby girl so much.â He pulls back to look at you. You wipe his tears with your thumbs.
âAnd Iâll miss my doll. Just look at the pictures when you miss me. Iâm not going to have a lot of access to the internet. Only at the timeshare really.â
âSo I donât need to be a good boy?â He smirks. You smile at him and shake your head.
âNo, I wonât torture you.â You sigh. âKiss me, I need to head inside.â
He kisses you, boy does he kiss you. Your head is spinning when he lets go of you.
âI love you so much, as soon as I have WiFi Iâll text you, okay?â
âI love you too, have a safe flight.â
He watches you walk in, and then he gets back into the car. This was going to be the longest week of his life.
//
You texted Harry as you could like you said, and you told him you were planning to unplug for a bit, other than posting a few pictures to your Instagram story. He took a nap when he got home, and woke up a few hours later. Him and Niall decided to grab a bite to eat together at their favorite diner.
âSarah and I are goinâ out for our six month tonight, otherwise Iâd invite you out for drinks tonight.â
âNo worries, mate. What are the two of yeh planninâ on doinâ?â
âTakinâ her out for a nice dinner. She said she had a big surprise for me tonight and that she didnât wanna be out too late.â He shrugs.
âDid you get anythinâ fâher?â
âYeah, I bought her a new anklet, she loves wearinâ âem.â
âOh, I bet sheâll love that. She stays at your place a lot, yeah?â
âYeah, almost every night now.â
âThink youâll ask her to move in soon?â
âI donât know if she wants to leave Rachel just yet. Although, word on the street is that Mariahâs been stayinâ over quite a bit at their place.â
âTheyâre a match made. I might hang out with them durinâ the week. Iâve been thinkinâ more about my freelance work lately. I think if I were to ever go for it full time Iâd ask Mariah to come with me. She could work with clients I didnât have time more, plus, I genuinely trust her. Then, once we made a lot of money, Iâd steal Isaac too. Heâs the best receptionist.â
âYouâve clearly thought this through.â
âHere and there. I just enjoy working with people a lot more. It doesnât even feel like work. And it would be nice to have my own schedule. Guess I could just get state insuranceâŠâ
âOr you could marry Y/N and just go on her insurance.â Niall jokes.
âPlanninâ on it, mate.â Niall nearly chokes on his food.
âExcuse me?â
âIâm not sayinâ itâll be tomorrow, but I think once she and I have been together for a year Iâm gonna propose. Weâre at eight months now.â
âDo yeh have a ring yet?â
âI have one in mind, yeah. Thereâs a jewelry store in London that I like. Saw what style of ring she likes. Iâve called the jeweler a couple of times. They have a site so I can essentially design it myself. I could pick it up this summer when I go home.â
âHarryâŠIâŠIâm so happy for you. Iâve never seen you like this with someone before. Sheâs really the one, huh?â
âShe really is. I canât explain it...I think I knew before I took her to meet my family that I wanted her forever, but that trip solidified how I felt. And I know she feels the same way. Weâve talked about it.â
âThatâs great. I canât picture her endinâ up with anyone else.â He smiles. âNot to change the subject, but I was thinkinâ you and I could go out for a boys night on Thursday.â
âYeah! Iâd like that. Been a while since just the two of us went for a drink.â
//
By Sunday night, Harry was already missing you too much and he decided to get the photo album out of your closet. A few glances couldnât hurt. You had posted a few things to your story. He couldnât wait to see your sun kissed skin when you got back.
As he was rummaging through the top shelf of your closet, he lost his balance and pulled down a box, and the contents spilled out.
âShit.â He recognized the boxâŠit was your special box that you used to keep under the bed. There were some new items still in a bag. He pick it up and his eyes widen. âWhat theâŠâ He takes the cockring out and is genuinely shocked. âWas she planninâ tâuse this on me?â Then he grabs the box the butt plug was in. âHoly shit!â He smirks. âDoes she wanna use this on me too? No fuckinâ way she wants this up her assâŠâ
Normally Harry would tease you about these things, but he figured you hid them for a reason. So he puts everything back and finds the photo album. He gets on the bed and does his pants while he looks at the pictures of you. Just as he was about to play with himself, his phone rang, and it was you.
âHey baby!â Your voice was music to his ears.
âHey! Howâs vacation?â
âSo good, I just came inside to grab some water so I thought Iâd call quick.â
âWell, thanks for thinkinâ of me. Howâs your Nan?â
âSheâs great! Sheâs really happy my mom and I are here. Weâre gonna go to a casino tomorrow, Iâm excited. And Tuesday night is the night weâre gonna go dancing. Iâll have to send you some pictures.â
âPlease do! I was lookinâ at some right now actually.â You blush.
âHarry!â
âWhat? You told me I could.â
âI guess thatâs trueâŠwere you, um, you know?â
âWas about to...wanna help me along?â
âHold on, let me go into the bathroom in case anyone comes in.â
He half expected you to say no. He hears you flip the bathroom fan on.
âWhere is everyone else?â
âThereâs a bonfire tonight.â
âAh.â
âSoâŠwhere were you?â
âHadnât event taken my pants off yet.â He chuckles.
âOkay, take them off then.â You were hushing your voice which was only turning him on more.
Harry adjusts his cock out of his pants and grips it.
âRub the tip with your thumb like how I do, baby.â
He closes his eyes and just does as you say as youâre saying it. His top rubs over his thumb and he spreads the precome up his shaft.
âNow, I want you to-â You go silent for a moment.
âBabe?â
âIâll just be a minute, Nannie!â
And just like that his dick went limp at the thought of your grandmother.
âIâm so sorry, she knocked on the door, um, I-â
âItâs fine, I, uh, lost it.â You both giggle.
âIâll try to call tomorrow, I gotta go. Apparently someoneâs grilling and making drinks, so I need to get back out there.â
âOkay, have fun. Love you.â
âLove you too!!â
//
You did your best to send Harry pictures of your different tropical outfits. You did well to hide your naval piercing from your mom and grandmother. Thank god for high waisted shorts and pants. Your skin was getting more tan as each day passed. One more you all decide to take a trip downtown before going to the pool for the day. You only went to the beach at night due to how strong the sun was.
There was a jewelry store your Nannie loved going to. Your Papa would take her to it all the time, and you remember going when you were a senior in high school. He bought you the most beautiful bracelet for being the best baby in the world.
The three of you looked around. Not being someone who loved to wear jewelry, you were mostly looking for something to buy for Harry.
âHoney, can I ask, why donât you just that ring resized?â Nannie asks.
âHarry bought me this chain so I could wear it like this. It looks more like a slide than a ring anyways. We both like it like this.â
âAlright.â
You had already gotten him the pearls, and lord knows he doesnât need anymore necklaces or rings. What the fuck could you get him that he didnât already have? As you continue to walk by everything, a particular ring catches your eye. Itâs white gold and has a sunflower on it. If you were going to wear his rose, maybe he could wear your sunflower? Although, he already wore one on his skin every day for you. But something about the detail in the ring just made sense.
âExcuse me, Iâd like to look at this one.â You say to the jeweler. He takes it out for you and you know you have to get for Harry. You give the jeweler his ring size and he tells you to come back the next day and itâll be ready.
Your mom buys you a pair of studs for years and you put them in right away. The ones Harry had gotten for you months ago sat in your first holes, and the ones your mom just got you would sit in your doubles. They complemented each other perfectly.
//
Thursday night Harry went with Niall to a bar they hadnât been to in a while. They were both excited to have a guyâs night.
âSo, I never asked, how was the anniversary evening?â Niallâs face went red immediately. âWhat was her big surprise? Did she like the anklet?â
âShe loved the anklet, yeah.â He takes a sip of his drink. âShe bought meâŠsome things.â
âWhat kinds of things?â
âUmâŠâ
âNiall, I have fucked two separate women with you, I think you can tell me what Sarah bought you.â
âOkay, okay. She bought a cockring from some sex shop.â Harry nearly spat out his drink.
âThey both them together?!â
âWhat?!â
âI found one in Y/Nâs closet the other day. Still the packaging and everything, but still. So Sarah used it on you?â
âWell, yeah.â Harry smirks at his friend.
âHowâd you like it?â
âIt wasâŠinteresting. I use her vibrator on her all the time so she said she wanted to do the same to me or somethinâ like that. It was sorta nice for the both of us, but it was a lot to leave on for a while.â
âShe actually lets you use it on her? Y/N said sheâd feel weird, thatâs why I was shocked when I found the other things she bought.â
âThings? What else was there?â Harryâs face heats up.
âThere was, um, a butt plug.â He says quietly. Niall starts laughing.
âThink she wants to fuck your shit up a bit.â
âHow do you know she doesnât want me to use it on her?â
âBecause Sarah got one too and she wants to use it on me before she lets me get in her like that.â
âDid she use it on you?!â
âNot yetâŠI told her Iâd have to think about it. I donât know how worth it is.â
âYou should humor her, mate, trust me, itâs worth it. So tight.â
âAlright, alright.â They both laugh. They hear a ton of commotion from behind them. âThink thereâs a bachelor party happeninâ.â Niall says.
âLooks like it, yeah.â Harry squints. âLad looks familiar, doesnât he?â
Niall turns fully around to look at where Harryâs looking. His eyes grow wide.
âWhere have seen him before?â Harry says.
âHarry, we should pay our tab and go somewhere else.â
âWhy?â
âBecauseâŠthatâs Jake.â Harryâs mouth falls open and then his jaw tenses. âWe canât cause a scene. I canât believe that girl he was skating with is still going to marry him. Probably lied right to her face.â
Harry would never forget watching you self implode at the ice rink. He wanted to bash Jakeâs head in.
âWe canât start a fight with him, we need to go.â
Harry nods and gets up. The two go up to the bar to pay their tabs. A few of the guys from the bachelor party bump into them, one being Jake.
âSorry about that, our boyâs getting married this weekend, heâs a little out of it.â
Harry and Niall look in their direction, but donât say anything. They look the three up and down and put their attention back on the bar.
âŠ
Everything else was a blur. Harry wasnât sure when his fist connect with Jakeâs jaw, or when Niall pulled him off of him after nearly choking him out. He wasnât sure when Jake got a swing in, but he knew his nose was bruised. Not broke, but definitely bruised. They were all thrown out of the bar.
âI should press charges! You threw the first punch! How am I supposed to explain this to my fiancĂ©?!â Jakeâs friends were trying to pull him away from Harry and Niall, but it was no use.
âYou should press charges?!â Harry started laughing. âYouâve done far worse things. If anyone deserves to be locked up itâs you!â
âI have no idea who you are or what youâre talking aboutâŠ.wait a secondâŠyou both were at the ice rink that night. My fiancĂ© almost broke up with me!â
âGood.â Niall says.
âWho are the two of you? She kept asking me what I did, but I had no idea what to tell her.â Jakeâs friends let go of him as heâs calmed a bit. Niall and Harry look at each other.
âYou raped my girlfriend a year and half ago.â Harry says bluntly.
âRaped?! Iâve never done something like that. Your girlfriendâs crazy if she told you something like that.â
âI could easily snap your neck in half, I wouldnât talk about her like that if I were you.â
âDo you recognize this girl?â Niall pulls a picture up of you on his phone. Jake squints at it. Everyone was still really drunk. He felt hazy, but he nodded.
âWent out with her a few times, yeah. But I didnât rape her.â
âYes you did.â Niall says. âYou fucked her until she bled out on her sheets.â
âDidnât you see it on you when you pulled out?â
âI just thought maybe it was her first time or something.â
âYouâd fuck someone that hard when you thought it was their first time?â Harry asks exasperated.
âItâs not like she told me to stop, thought she was enjoying it.â He shrugs.
âShe was too fuckinâ scared to tell you to stop! You didnât even ask her if she wanted to.â
âThatâs her word against mine.â He crosses his arms.
âShe threw up after she saw you at the ice rink, I donât think she was exaggerating.â Niall says. âSheâs got the bag with the sheets you know. Probably has plenty of your DNA still on it. All she has to do is press charges and your ass is done. So you should be very scared. Any day at any time your entire world could come crumbling down.â Niall looks at Harry. âCâmon, letâs go.â
The two walk away, leaving Jake and his friends stunned. Niall gets Harry inside your apartment, and get some ice into a rag.
âDid he break it?â He asks, pressing it gently to his nose.
âNo, but itâs gonna leave a bruise. Feel sorry for him, probably gonna have an indent of my rings in his jaw for a week.â Harry takes the ice from Niall, and winces when he presses it a little hard to himself. âY/N is gonna be so mad. I canât lie to her about this.â
âLook, at least you werenât arrested. It couldâve been worse.â
âI canât believe you threatened him like that.â
âHe ruined her life! I want him to know she could just as easily ruin his. He should be grateful she hasnât.â
âAnd for him to say he didnât rape her? What a fuckinâ lunatic.â
âThink youâre gonna have some dark circles under your eyes, mate.â
âShit.â He sighs. âI donât even remember hittinâ him.â
âI think he bumped into you again and you lunched at him.â He starts laughing. âI donât think Iâve seen you reach your boilinâ point like that in a very long time.â
âI should call her.â
âItâs late.â
âShe might be up, I need to call her.â
âPut it on speaker, maybe sheâll take it easier on you if she knows Iâm here.â
âGood idea.â
//
You were eating some ice cream on the couch watching a move with your mom and Nannie after spending some time at the Casino. You couldnât wait to show Harry his ring. Your phone goes off, and youâre sort of shocked to see him calling so late. You get up and go into your grandmotherâs bedroom to have some privacy.
âHarry? Itâs late babe, are you alright? Iâm in the middle of a movie, I canât help you along tonight.â You hear Niall burst out laughing. âAm I on speaker?! Is this a drunk call?!â
âSorry, sorry, yeah youâre on speaker.â He swats at Niall. âIâm okay, but somethinâ not so chill happened tonightâŠâ
âLike what?â
âWe were at a barâŠâ Niall starts. âAnd there was this bachelor party happeninâ, and, umâŠâ
âJake was there.â You freeze and walk further into the bedroom and into the ensuite.
âSo what happened?â
âWell, we got up to leave.â Niall says.
âBut him and his friends kept bumpinâ into us at the bar, and I lost my cool.â
âWhat does that mean Harry?â Your eyes were starting to water.
âI donât know how it all happened because it happened so fast, but I hit him, and then I choked him. Niall got me off him, but he got a swing at my face, punched me in the nose. The bouncer threw us all out. No one called the policeâŠâ
âOh my god! Are, are you alright? Did he break your nose?â
âNo, itâs just bruised, love.â He tries to say softly to calm you down.
âHarry, you canât just go around hitting people! You couldâve been arrested!â
âI know, I know, Iâm so sorry. It just happened.â
âWhat happened after you left the bar?â
âWeâŠhad some words.â Niall says.
âWhat kinds of words?â
âI threatened himâŠâ
âHe wouldnât admit what he did to you was rape either.â You wince at the word and nearly vomit.
âYou brought me up?! You both, you both are FUCKING IDIOTS! I, I donât even know what to say right now.â
âWe were cominâ from a good place-â
âNiall, I swear to god, just shut the fuck up.â You take a deep breath. âYou both are so stupid! Were you all drunk too?â
âYes.â They say in unison.
âWell thatâs just great. Thanks so much for defending my honor. Iâm so glad you called to tell me all of this at nearly one in the morning!â
âWould you rather I pick you and your mum up at the airport with a bruised nose with zero explanation?â
âWhat am I supposed to tell her?! You got into a bar fight? Yeah, thatâll go over really well. You better put some makeup or something over it.â Thereâs silence for a moment or two. âYou both are alright?â
âYes.â They say together again.
âOkay.â You sigh. âIâm going to get back to what I was doing, and try to calm down. I love you both, goodnight.â
Before they can say anything, youâve hung up, and made your way back to the living area. Your mom and Nannie were looking at you with concern.
âHarry and Niall got into a fight with someone at a bar. Theyâre both fine, I canât really get into it right now, so please donât ask me about it.â You plop down next your mom, tears starting to burn your cheeks. She throws an arm around you and lets you cry into her. Your Nannie rubs your back to try to soothe you.
//
You soak up as much sun as you can the next couple of days. You were trying to keep your head clear. Mariah helped Harry buy and apply some makeup to make his bruises more subtle. He looked terrible, honestly.
âThere.â She says, dabbing the last bit under his eyes. âNow you just look like you havenât slept.â She smirks.
âThanks.â He throws everything into a bag. âI hope I can remember how to do all this on my own tomorrow.â
âYou said she told her mom right?â
âYeah, but it looks so much worse than it is, I donât want them to worry even more.â
âYouâre lucky it didnât break.â
âI know. I wish he would just move across the country or somethinâ.â
âYeah, but heâs not. You canât just throw down every time you happen to bump into him.â
âObviously.â
âJesus, H, you look like shit.â Myk says walking into his office. âAre you wearing makeup?â
âThis is why I usually work from home on Fridays.â He groans. âAnd yes I am, nothinâ wrong with a man wanting to cover some blemishes.â
âA blemish, or a bruise?â She squints at him. âWhat happened?â She actually looks concerned.
âI got into a littleâŠscrap last night, okay?â
âAre you alright?â
âAs if you care, Myk.â
âI do!â Her eyes soften. Mariah stands there awkwardly looking back and forth to the two of them.
âWellâŠIâm fine. Looks worse than it feels.â
âYou should just go home for the rest of the day, Iâm sure Chris wonât care.â
âI donât need to go home, Iâm fine.â He looks at the two of them. âReally, itâs all good. Shoulda seen the other guy.â
âDid you have your rings on when you hit him?â Mariah asks.
âCourse I did.â
âAnd heâs not pressing charges?â Mykenzie asks.
âI donât think he will be, no.â He sighs. âItâs fine.â
âDoes your girlfriend know?â Myk asks.
âI called her the night it happened. She wasnât thrilled. Sheâs really worried about me, but sheâs less angry now.â
âWhy did you-â
âEnough with the questions please! The two of yeh are givinâ me a headache. Maybe I will go home.â
He grabs his things and heads out, leaving them both there. He just wants you home with him. He wants to apologize in person for starting something that didnât need to be started. It was the longest week of his life, and he missed you so much he could cry. In fact, he did a couple times.
//
Harry spent the day Saturday doing all the chores you usually did together. He wanted the place to be spotless for your return. He was to pick you up the airport around six. Your sister would be picking your mom up. He dabbed some of the makeup on under eyes and around his nose just in case your mom was still with you when he picked you up.
You hugged your mom goodbye after you both got your luggage. You were exhausted. You couldnât fall asleep on the plane, and there was a lot of turbulence so your stomach felt like shit. You were just happy you had a good time and a good tan. You waited out on the curb and looked for Harryâs car. He spots you and waves excitedly, almost forgetting heâs in trouble.
He throws the car in park and gets out. He picks you up and spins you around and you throw your arms around him. Tears prick at the both of your eyes for different reasons. He sets you down, cups your cheeks in his hands and kisses you. Suddenly you forget any ill feelings you had. His lips on yours was like pure heaven after being deprived for a week. A few cars beep at you, so Harry puts your bag in the trunk and off you go.
âDoesnât look so badâŠâ You finally say.
âI, uh, put some make up on over it. It looks a lot worse than it feels.â He sighs. âDo you really wanna talk about this now? Iâd much rather hear about your trip. Your face is so tan! You look great, babe.â
âI donât wanna talk about it all actuallyâŠand thank you.â You put your hand on his thigh. âWhatâs done is done.â He nods.
âAre yeh hungry? Want me to stop somewhere quick on the way home?â
âNo, I had a sandwich on the plane. Iâm desperate for a shower. We went to the pool this morning and I didnât have time to rinse off before we packed up.â
âAlright.â
Harry gets you home, and helps with your bag.
âSo they didnât notice your piercing?â
âNo they did.â You laugh.
âWhy didnât you tell me?â He laughs with you.
âI donât know.â You shrug. âMy mom noticed it right away and it was whatever. My Nannie was like at least itâs not a tattoo. So I was able to wear more of my two pieces, Iâm glad I packed some.â
You start taking your clothes off and he follows you into the bathroom.
âHoly shit.â He looks you up and down. âYou really got some sun.â
âMhm, Iâm crispier than a chicken nugget, and I love it. I didnât wear makeup all week either, my skin is so happy right now.â You step into the hot water and Harry sits up on the sink counter. He didnât feel like showering, but did feel like continuing to chat.
âDid yeh win any at the casino?â
âMostly just broke even. It was a lot of fun though. Iâll have to show you some of the pictures I took.â
Harry gets up and grabs an envelope from his dresser that heâs been waiting to give you. You get out of the shower and wrap a towel around you.
âGod I feel so much better.â He has a huge smile on his face. âWhat?â
âHere, got his a while ago, thought you should know.â
âIs this a bribe so I donât stay mad about you getting into a bar fight?â You smirk.
âNope. You can be mad as long as you want, I know it was stupid.â
âI almost wish I could see what you did to him.â You shake your head and take the envelope. You open it up and gasp, clapping a hand over your mouth. âHarry!â You beam at him. âWhen did youâŠâ
âBought âem the second they went on sale. Fifth row, dead center.â
âOh my god! Weâre going to see the Weeknd?!â
âHappy very early birthday, babe.â
You throw your arms around his neck and hold him tight.
âThank you, thank you, thank you! Iâm so excited!â You  kiss him on the cheek. âWill you hold onto these?â
âYup, Iâll stick âem back in my dresser.â
You go into your carry on and rummage in it, pulling out a black box.
âI got you a little something while I was away.â You hand him the box.
âYou didnât have to do thaââŠâ
âJust open it.â
He opens the box and sees the sunflower ring. His jaw drops and he looks at you.
âWay too expensive.â
âOh well, canât return it now. Try it on. I got it for the size of your middle finger.â
Harry takes one of his rings off and puts it on. His nails were recently painted pastel purple for the Easter holiday. He loved the way the white gold contrasted with it.
âSoâŠyou were at the store, saw this, and thought of me?â He asks without looking at you, fixated on the ring.
âMhm. I thought since I wear your favorite flower, you could wear mine. Not everyone can see your tattoo. Do youâŠdo you like it?â
âLike it?â His eyes were glossy. âI love it!â
He comes over to you and cups your cheeks his hands and kisses you. Your hands go on his hips.
âMânever takinâ it off.â He says against your lips. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip and you open up for him. His tongue molds with yours and moan into him right away. âMiss me a little?â He whispers.
âMissed you a lot.â You look up at him. âI barely slept most nights.â You pout.
âYouâll sleep good tonight, Iâll make sure of it.â He undoes your towel and lets it pool at your feet. âI canât get over these tan lines.â He says, cupping your breasts.
You tug at the hem of his shirt and he takes it off. He undoes his pants as you sit back on the bed.
âI canât, um, go down on yeh unfortunately, as much I really want to. Nose it too sore.â
âItâs okay. Your fingers arenât sore, right?â You smirk and he bites his bottom lip.
âNope.â
He crawls on the bed and you part your legs for him. He sucks two fingers into his mouth and grazes them against your folds.
âDid you look at the pictures while I was gone?â
âYes.â He blushes as he rubs circles on your clit. âMore than Iâd like to admit.â You giggle.
His fingers push inside you, and curl up. Your head rolls back and your mouth falls open. He really wants to lick you, but he knows he would end up nose deep and that was just not good for his health at the moment. He pumps in and out of you and hit that sweet spot inside.
âFuck, Harry.â You breathe as your eyes roll into the back of your head. âThatâs it right there.â
He pumps faster. Your nails dig into his shoulders. He can feel you clenching around him, wanting to clamp your legs together, but he keeps them spread apart. Your back arches and you moan his name again as you release onto his fingers. He sucks them back into his mouth to at least get a little taste of you.
Harry wondered when youâd wanna break out the new toys. He desperately wanted to ask, but he knew you must have hid them for a reason and he didnât want you to feel embarrassed.
âLay back doll, I wanna ride you.â
Harry smiles and does what you say. He sits up against the head board and you crawl onto his lap. You wrap your hand around his dick and play with his top with your thumb. You kiss him, slipping your tongue into his mouth. He groans against you as you stroke his dick. You raise your hips slightly and slowly lower yourself onto him. You both groan with satisfaction.
âYou feel so good.â You say into his ear. âSo snug.â You raise and lower on him until you find a good rhythm. You nibble on his earlobe and his hands slide to your ass to help you move faster on him.
âMissed you so much, fuck.â He practically whimpers when you tighten and loosen around him a few times. He grits his teeth as he thrusts up into you, the both of you moving in sync together.
âTell me how good it feels, Harry.â You say into his ear with a whisper.
âFeels so fuckinâ good.â His fingers press harder into your ass. âYouâre so fuckinâ wet.â One his hands moves to rub your clit and you sink your teeth into his neck.
âGod, fuck me up Harry.â Both of his eyebrows raise. You clench around him and your second release comes.
He doesnât give you time to recover before your face down on the bed, and heâs entering you from behind. He pulls your hips back. You move your ass back against him in sync with his thrusts so you can feel him as deep as you possibly can. Youâre propped up on your elbows with your back arched.
âAlright?â He grunts.
âYes! Donât stop, youâre hitting it.â You grip at the blankets, making your knuckles go white. He was hitting your g-spot with such ferocity you knew youâd be coming again soon.
He has one hand on your hip and the other on the back of your neck. He was absolutely railing you, and it felt amazing. You had sex like this all the time when you were in college, before the anything bad happened to you.
The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin. To put it bluntly, your cheeks were getting clapped. You could feel his balls slapping against you and it was making you go cross eyed.
âHarry!â You moan.
âGonna come again?â
âYes! Fuck, yes.â
âGo on, Y/N, come for me.â
Your back arches more and he grips the back of your neck so hard heâs yanking your back to him. One arm snaking between your breasts to hold you steady, and the other moving to rub your clit. Your head rolls back on his shoulder. Youâre panting and gasping as you come. It was so intense your vision went blurry.
âCan I bend you over the bed?â He says, sinking his teeth into your shoulder. You gasp at the feeling.
âYes.â
You both get off the bed, and he bends you over it. He slips back inside you with ease.
âFuck.â He moans. He rocks in and out of you, his hands clinging to your hips.
âHarry, please come, fill me up.â
He thrusts quicken and grow sloppy. Your back arches when you feel his warm come sput inside you. He collapses on top of you when he finishes. You feel him pull out and his release drips down your thighs. His weight on you felt amazing, and you didnât want him to leave. You whimper when he gets off of you.
âMâgonna get a rag to clean yeh up.â He says softly. He returns quickly and crouches behind you to clean you up. âThey yeh go.â He throws the rag in the hamper. You stand to face him and your legs feel like jello. âYou were amazing, you know that?â He kisses your forehead.
âMâso tired.â You rub your eyes like a child.
âTime for bed then, yeah?â It was only a little after eight.
âYou donât mind going to bed so early?â
âYouâre finally home, of course I donât mind.â He chuckles. âGo do your thing, Iâm gonna get settled in.â
You walk into the bathroom and do your routine. You get into the bed and snuggle up to Harry. You take turns all night spooning each other. You both wanted to be held by the other. Eventually you passed out with his head on your chest. It was perfect.
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Goals & A Backwards Glance
Writing Edition
I know NYE is usually reserved for looking ahead at what new things the coming year will bring. But I always like looking back, too. Perspective is always a good thing, and what Iâve found is that things almost always look and feel different with a little space in between. So this is basically my little look back at some of the things Iâve written this year, and a hopeful list of the things I want to accomplish in the new year.
Writing Goals for 2021:
Finish ISY and Simplify. These two were the first two series that I started writing on this blog and theyâre still unfinished. I know what happens in both of them, and I have for a long while now. I think the main reason that theyâre still in limbo is because my writing has changed quite a lot since I started both of them. Iâve also worked with those (and other) characters a lot more since I started them, and so I feel like a lot of the things that I wrote for both that version of Billy and Logan donât quite fit the way that I see them now- because I think I have a much deeper understanding of them both as characters now than I did a year and a half (thatâs embarrassing) ago. My main concern is making sure that they donât feel disjointed in terms of the storytelling- I know theyâre disjointed insofar as time between updates but... nothing I can do about that now except close the books on both of âem. 2 more sections for Logan, probably about 4 or 5 for Billy. So if youâve been waiting on either of these stories to finish, Iâm very sorry. I have actually been creepin in the ISY document lately so look for that in the coming weekÂ
Find Johnâs Voice again. I had it, plotted out pretty much the entire storyline for LFtM&D, and then completely lost both his voice and my confidence in my ability to convincingly write the story that I want to write. Heâs just such a precious cherub and I want to make sure that if I write him, I do him and all his charm and whimsy justice. So getting him back on track is a must.Â
Complete an entire series before posting it. Iâve tried this in the past and have only managed to hold back like two chapters at a time. Iâm working on something new for Billy though, and I really want to make sure that I take my time with it. While I know Iâm hard on myself when it comes to writing, I tend to be even more critical when it comes to my interpretation of Billy (hence ISY and my hang ups with it.) And I really want to make sure that thereâs nothing Iâll wish I had done differently by the time Iâm posting the final chapter. Itâs a few thousand words in now, and Iâve already made some major changes so Iâm glad I am sticking to this method.Â
Branch out with my writing. I started writing something for a different fandom... like... 5 minutes ago. I want to finish it, see where it takes me, and hopefully have the guts to post it here.Â
Non-fic related projects. The last few years I have been focusing a lot of my attention on writing fanfic over original pieces. I regret absolutely nothing because doing that helped me out of a years-long wordless drought. I have learned so much in the last few years about my style and the things that are important to me when I write, so I think now that I feel like I found my feet again, it would be a good time for me to revisit my non-fic related projects. A few need complete overhauls and some need to just be junk-drawered while others have been patiently waiting to jump from my notes to a real, live google doc of their own. Iâm in no way done with fic writing. On the contrary, I actually have a ton of fic ideas that I still want to get to. But I want to split my time and attention towards both branches of my writing, because Iâm ready to take the steps that I need to to advance this from a hobby into something more.Â
2020 Writing at a Glance:Â
Series finished: Jigsaw, The Jilted Tourist,Â
Series continued from 2019: Too Good to be True, I See You, Simplify, Passing Through, See You in New York, Made Man, Our Time
New Series in 2020:Â Core Drive, In the Arms of the Ocean, Letâs Face the Music & Dance, The Last DreamÂ
Favorite New Series: Core Drive (Logan)
Favorite One Shot: Luckenbach, Texas (Ryan)
Favorite Request Result: Lonely Stranger (Ryan)Â
Biggest challenge: Navigating the storyline for Core Drive. Itâs built on flashbacks and dreams and inner thoughts, so keeping it all straight enough when itâs not really meant to be linear can be a challenge.Â
Most proud of: The OCs I created for In the Arms of the Ocean. Vash, Sereia, Coralia and Cheepimeek make me smile just thinking about them. Iâll be really sad to start fucking up their world in the next part of that story. Â
Anyway, if youâve made it this far, thanks for reading! I hope that this keeps me accountable for the things that I want to accomplish with my writing. If youâve read this list please feel free to call me out and help keep me on the path towards completing it.Â
And if youâre one of the people that have been reading my stories, thank you. Those words always feel insignificant whenever I say them, but I truly am grateful for anyone who has ever interacted with my writing in any way shape or form. Sharing my stories with you makes it far more fun to write them.Â
And on a final note, I wonât beat a dead horse and talk about how shittastic this last year has been for a lot of people. But what I will say is that I hope this next trip around the sun brings a lot more light and happiness to everyone. Happy New Year, guys, we made it through another one.Â
** I have something planned to post tomorrow that will hopefully start the year off on a positive note, so if you love Ryan Brenner and you know it clap your hands...and check your notifications tomorrow ;)Â
#happy new year#nye#2020#2021#writing goals#year in review writing#so many plans and goals for 2021#just keep swimming#so stoked for what i've been working on#so i hope you will be too#thank you to anyone who has read liked commented reblogged or messaged me about anything i've ever written#you all ROCK
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Just a dream (1/7)
Summary: You are the prop manager working on the set of FATWS and that means you are in charge of putting the Winter Soldier arm on Sebastian Stan. Feelings develop (for one of you) and the pairâs mutual friend Chris Evans steps in to be a wingman.
Warnings: 18+, language, fluff, smut, drinking
Length: 3.5k (ish)
A/N: So this was a dream and I dream in storiesâŠlike they pick up again where they left off every couple of days (itâs weird I know). I already had dream #2 but Iâm probably not going to post it unless someone asks for it. Also I have never written anything before so be niceâŠor donâtâŠwhatever. Feel free to reblog. DO NOT POST TO ANY OTHER WEBSITE! And thank you @sinner-as-saint for helping me!
Even outside the trailer you could hear the laughter. One you recognized.
Knock knock knock.
Sebastian answered the door.
âHey, I need to get you in your arm,â you said.
The words took no more than 3 seconds to say but he was immediately fascinated with you.
âNo fucking way! Y/n?!â
You watched Chris as he walked out of Sebastianâs trailer and down the stairs to give you a hug.
âOh God, what are you doing here? Are you just following me around now?â you responded.
âHa ha,â he said sarcastically wrapping you up in a hug. âJust came to see some friends. Iâm working across the lot. How have you been?â he asked crossing his arms.
âI was great and then you showed up,â you said smiling casually while holding a winter soldier arm in your hands.
âSeb, Y/n here is the best prop manager there is. I mean her personality is kinda âmehâ but sheâs great at her job!â he said laughing as he dodged your kick
âEvans, go away or I will very happily show your friend here those pictures I only told you I deleted.â
He threw his arms up. âOkay, Iâm gonna go find Mackie. Watch out for this one,â he said pointing at you to Sebastian. âSheâs nothing but trouble.â
âGod, heâs like that annoying brother you canât get away from,â you said laughing. âArm please,â you said shaking a bottle of lube.
âBest part of the day,â Sebastian sarcastically said.
He took his jacket off, pulled his arm out of the sleeve of his shirt and held it out while you poured lube from his elbow down to his fingers and began to spread it around to cover his entire muscular forearm. His eyes were immediately drawn to the diamond ring you wore on your left ring finger. Damn, sheâs taken.
You didnât see when Chris turned around and started walking back towards you. Your back was to him and he took the opportunity.
He snuck up behind you and screamed âY/N!â
Your scream made several crew members turn their heads.
âI fucking hate you so much,â you said as he laughed hysterically.
âI forgot to ask youâŠIâm producing this project coming up and we need a prop manager and I think you would be perfect forâŠâ
âNo!â you cut him off. âI am never working with you again. Ever!â
âSounds great! Iâll call you! Thanks Y/n!â he said as he walked away ignoring your rejection. You didnât really mean it anyway.
âI swear Iâm going to release those photos,â you said to Sebastian. âAnd you better warn me if you see him coming back over here.â
âI will, I promise. What kind of photoâs are they?â
âLetâs just say he may or may not have passed out after a wrap party and I may or may not have taken some compromising pictures.â Your smile almost took the breath out of him.
âOkay, you have to show me nowâŠâ
 âIâm going to keep holding them over his head for now. Especially if heâs going to keep hanging out over here.â
Your walkie talkie made a beep and an assistant radioed asking which gun they were using for Falcon today.
With the metal arm successfully in place you wiped her hands on a towel and took the walkie out of your back pocket and radioed that you would be there in a minute.
âOkay, howâs that feel? You can move and everything?â
âYeah it feels great,â Sebastian said while wiggling his hand around.
The walkie went off again and you excused yourself to go deal with your next task. As he watched you walk away he mumbled to himself, âGod Iâm in trouble.â
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He had never enjoyed going to work so much. He always liked going to work but not as much as he did now. Going meant he got to see you. You fascinated him. You were funny, a tad mysterious and absolutely gorgeous.
Over the past few months he had grown to like you even more and he wasnât sure how that was possible. But for the last week he couldnât help but notice you werenât your normal happy selfâŠand your ring was missing. It was an cruel symbol staring him in the face every time you were handing him some prop for a scene or putting the arm on which, lucky for him, was every day this week.
âWhat happened to your ring?â he asked as you were pouring the KY on his arm.
âOhâŠum⊠I tend to take off jewelry given to me when the person that gave it to me cheats.â You took a deep breath and avoided making eye contact.
âIâm sorry.â
That was all he could think to say. He could tell you didnât want to talk about it so he didnât press anymore.
Your walkie beeped-âY/n, I canât find the phones we need for today. Or the knives. Or the shield.â
With an annoyed expression on your face you looked down at your hands which were covered in lube and you had (of course) forgotten the towel. Your walkie was in the normal place, in your back pocket.
âCan you help me out?â you asked turning around signaling you wanted him to take the walkie out of your pocket. He did and held the button down so you could speak.
âI was just in the prop room 5 minutes ago and laid everything out. Itâs all there. Look harder,â you said as you rolled your eyes and continued to help Sebastian into the arm.
A minute later thereâs another beep- âY/n I still canât find âem.â
âYouâve gotta fucking be kidding me,â you said under your breath.
Nodding at Sebastian to push the button on the walkie you replied âYeah, ok Iâll be right there.â
You were finished putting the arm on but still had no towel to wipe your hands. You turned around again to have Sebastian put the walkie back in your pocket. He did so being careful not to take advantage of the situation even though he very much wanted to. As you walked away he felt his chest ache. Who the fuck would cheat on you? He also felt a little guilty for being so happy that you were now single.
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 It was maybe a month later when he finally started to notice you were getting back to smiling, laughing, and generally being the woman he was first so attracted to. Filming was on a break for a week for Thanksgiving and he was missing going to work. In fact, he was counting down the days until everyone was back on set. Deciding distraction was the way to go he went out to get a start on Christmas shopping. Wandering aimlessly through a store he stopped dead in his tracks when he heard your voice and looked up.
You were walking towards him with bags in one hand and the hand of a small child in your other. Running your fingers through your hair you stopped to look at some toys sitting on the end of the aisle and he could hear you asking the child to choose between 2 toys.
âWhich one should we get for Noah?â
She pointed at one after some thought and then went to grab the other one.
âThis one is for me.â
âHmmmâŠWell maybe Santa will bring that one for you for Christmas. But weâre not getting it today.â
She didnât like that answer and proceeded to argue with you and eventually started to fake cry and throw a fit.
Squatting down to be on her level you calmly said âHey you need to calm down. Do I need to call Santa and tell him youâre not behaving?â She shook her head no and then found a ball to play with.
âThatâs what I thought,â you said with a laugh. As you stood up you saw Sebastian walking towards you with that ridiculously handsome smile.
 âI didnât know you had a little girl.â
âSheâs my niece.â
He nodded in understanding.
âHarper, this is my friend Sebastian. Can you say hi?â you said to the three year old now hugging your leg.
Sebastian knelt down. âItâs nice to meet you Harper,â he said as he held his hand out for a handshake. She shook her head no and hid behind your legs.
âHow about a high five?â he asked. She shook her head no again.
âWhat about knuckles?â you suggested and Harper smiled and extended her fist to pound into his.
Sebastian and you talked about nothing in particular for 5 minutes while Harper continued to play with the ball she was still holding and then (of course) decided to start acting up again.
âOh man, whereâs my phone to call Santa?â you said while you looked through your purse and pulled out your phone. Â Harper once again settled down and got distracted by pushing buttons on a different toy.
âWow that works really well,â Sebastian said with a laugh.
âYeah except for the time I was talking to âSantaâ and she ripped the phone away from my ear and realized there was no one there.â
âWell we canât have that.â He grabbed the phone out of your hand. âIâm putting my number in your phone so when you call âSantaâ that wonât happen again.â
âOh you donât haveâŠâ
âDone.â He handed the phone back to her with his signature grin.
Before you could argue with him more you felt someone tug on your sweater.
âAuntie I have to go potty.â
âAlright letâs go. Say goodbye to Sebastian.â
Harper shyly waved goodbye.
âBye Harper. Make sure to tell your Aunt you want to talk to Santa later. Iâm sure heâs just waiting for your call to hear about your day.â
 Later that nightâŠ.
âSo itâs getting kinda late and Santa hasnât heard from you (sad face emoji)â
You looked through your texts and saw that he had texted himself from your phone. Sneaky.
âWell she doesnât live with me and I thought it might be a little weird to have my brother call you lolâ
âOK I guess that would be a little strange. Are you planning on stopping by Jamesâ tonight?â
âI wasnât planning on it.â
âCould I change your mind on that?â
âI donât know. Give it your best shot.â
He took a picture of himself pouting and sent it.
âPlease?â
âIâm not convincedâŠâ
He took a more dramatic crying photo and sent it.
âWhat about now?â
âNope. Gonna have to try harder.â
He had someone take a photo of him with his head in his hands. Chris was sitting next to him pointing at Sebastian while making the gesture of a tear falling down his cheek. You laughed at the picture.
âI guess I could use a drinkâŠâÂ
You could hear Mackieâs booming laughter as you walked into the bar. He and Sebastian were playing darts and arguing about the rules while others were playing pool. It was a dive bar, low key and relaxed environment. Just the kind you liked.
âAnthony enough with the thighs! What do your thighs have to do with you sucking at darts?â Sebastian yelled.
Anthony laughed and saw you walking towards them.
âHey, Y/n come watch me teach Seb a lesson!â he said as he threw the dart at the target and completely missed.
âIâm gonna get a drink first Hawkeye,â you laughed.
Sebastian watched you as you walked away. After ordering you leaned against the bar resting your elbow on it. You were laughing at something someone said as you reached for your drink when Chris spotted you. He snuck up on you while your back was turned and grabbed your shoulders.
âY/N!â
âOh my god!â you yelled while you brought your hand up to your racing heart. âWhy are you always doing that?â
âYouâre just too easy to scare. I canât help it. Iâm sorry!â
âNo, youâre not!â
âYeah, I know Iâm an asshole,â he said laughing. âBut you know whoâs not an asshole? Sebastian.â
He saw the genuine confusion on your face. âI think heâs into you so Iâm just here to put in a good word for him.â
He sensed your hesitation. âLook, he really wanted you here tonight and he hasnât stopped looking for you since you said you were coming. I know you just got out of your last relationshipâŠand I told you I never liked that guyâŠbut I just want you to know that Sebâs one of the good guys okay? Just keep an open mind.â
You nodded and took a deep breath.
âNow, letâs get you drunk,â he said as he handed you a shot which you downed and chased with a beer. After one more shot courtesy of Chris and a refilled beer you began to feel the effects before you had even finished walking over to the tables the rest of the crew were at by the dart boards.
Sebastian gave you hug as you walked up. âSo am I always going to need Chris here to help me convince you to come out?â
âActually you had me convinced with the first photo. I was just curious to see what else you would come up with,â you laughed.
âI like a challenge,â he said with a mischievous grin.
The night was full of laughter, stolen looks, and many, many drinks thanks to a drinking game you and Sebastian created.
âTake a shot every time Chris laughs and grabs his chest,â you whispered to Sebastian.
He laughed. âWeâre going to get alcohol poisoning.â
Five shots into the night Chris had figured out what the two of you were doing so the game was called off. It was a little before 2 am and by that point most members of the group had either left or started to arrange for rides home.
When your Uber was less than 5 minutes away Sebastian walked outside with you to wait for both of your rides. It was cold outside and you stood with your arms crossed, shifting your weight and taking small steps to try and warm up.
âCome here,â Sebastian said as he put his arms around you in a hug.
âYou smell like whiskey and ceder wood,â you said laughing.Â
âIs that a good thing?â he laughed.
âYes, you smell good.â
You lifted your head up and made eye contact, your faces only inches apart. You both starred into each otherâs eyes for a good 10 seconds before your phone chimed and you broke the stare grabbing your phone to check where the car was.
âUgh! Dumb ass is nowhere near here. Heâs just driving in a circle 2 blocks away.â
Sebastianâs Uber pulled up right then and he opened the door.
âWe can share mine.â
You got in the car on the passenger side as he held the door and scooted over to the driverâs side to make room for him. After giving the driver your address you relaxed in your seat leaning your head back on the headrest.Â
âAh I needed this so much tonight.â
âI think the words you are looking for are âthank you Seb for getting me to come out tonight.ââ
âThank you Seb.â As you said the words the most breath taking smile took over his face. Why it took Chris saying what he said to open your eyes to the absolute beauty sitting next to you, youâll never understand.
The rest of the ride is filled with flirts and teasing.
"Well this is me. Thanks for the ride. Iâll see you later,â you said as you gave him a hug.
âNot if I see you first.â He dropped his head and brought his hand up to rub his forehead as he realized what he said was completely cheesy.
âVery smooth.â Laughing you stepped out of the car and Sebastian watched you walk up to your door. He couldnât believe someone as stunning, kind, and incredible as you existed.Â
As the Uber drove away he was lost in his thoughts. You made him nervous and he said that stupid ânot if I see you firstâ line. What was he thinking?
He only lived about 15 minutes from you but he felt like the ride only lasted 30 seconds. Time flew when he thought about you. When he arrived at his house he opened the door to get out of the car when a light caught his eye. It was a cell phone left on the seat. It was your cell phone.
âTurn around,â he told the driver with a smile on his face. Thank God someone decided to text you at the exact right time.
The driver pulled up to the house and Sebastian walked up to your front door and rang the doorbell. He told himself to actually be smooth this time.
You answered the door in pajamas (black leggings and an off the shoulder red sweatshirt). Hair up in a messy bun and makeup off you were still the most beautiful person he had ever seen.
âHey, whatâs up?â
âYou forgot something,â he said holding up your phone.
âOh my god, thank you,â you said as you let out a sigh of relief. âI thought I left it at the bar or something.â
âI forgot something too.â He walked towards you until his lips were less than an inch from your face. His hand cupped the back of your neck while the other wrapped around your waist with his eyes never leaving yours. He waited for any sign of rejection and when you gave none he pressed his lips to yours. It was soft at first and you wrapped your arms around his neck. As he deepened the kiss you pushed the door shut and the two of you walked further into your house while your lips never left each other.
He had you pinned against the wall kissing your neck while his grip around your waist tightened. Picking you up so that your legs wrapped around his waist he carried you to the bedroom where he sat down on the bed as you straddled his thighs. You smiled against his lips and he broke the kiss to stare at you while tucking a few stray hairs behind your ear.
You pulled his face closer to yours and kissed him while taking off his jacket. He removed his shirt and then slipped his hands up and under your shirt to remove it. As his hands caressed your back you began to move your hips to grind on him. He let out a soft moan as he grabbed you to place your back on the bed and climbed on top of you.
He kissed you with unbelievable passion as his hands felt every inch of you they could. He slipped his hand down the front of your leggings just as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. You moaned as he rubbed your clit. Your back arched as he kissed his way down from your neck to your breasts to your stomach. He watched you bite your lip as he peeled your pants off and licked his lips before crashing them back onto yours. He had his fingers curling while pumping in and out of you while his mouth moved perfectly with yours. Sebastian was somehow able to touch you in every single right spot at the right time and soon he felt your walls clamp down on his fingers while you moaned in release.
Watching him take his pants off and bite his lip was the sexiest thing you had ever seen. No words were needed. He somehow knew what you wanted and performed expertly. He moved in and out of you at the perfect rhythm. It did not take long for you to come completely undone as he brought you to a shaking orgasm. Watching you completely lose control made him come soon after.
As you both laid there recovering he brought his right hand up in the air with his palm facing you. You slapped it with the palm of your left hand and you both laughed at the after sex high five. It was something that would be repeated 2 other times that night.
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