#I’d make sure the world had a generation of beautiful babies even if it’s just me and my husband making them

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Once you make one cute baby how do you find the strength to stop?

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Waiting for Love - Part Eleven

Falling Deeper

Content: August 1972, a little angst carried over from the last part, a lot of fluff, a lot of smut, mentions of pornography, 18+

I think we are getting pretty close to the end of what I had planned for this series (2 more chapters maybe? Of course I reserve the right to change my mind lol). Thank you all for following along, commenting, sharing, etc! ❤️

Catch up here: Waiting for Love series

August 1972

“Vivien, jus’ wait a goddamn minute!”

The rage seemed to have won, Vivien thought as she continued toward the door.

“Please,” he added, his voice cracking ever so slightly.

Maybe not.

Her hand paused on the doorknob. She tried to will herself to open it and walk out, but she froze in place as she felt him approach behind her, his entire aura enveloping her senses.

“Elvis, please, I can’t,” she whispered, tilting her head forward against the door frame, trying to escape the feel of his warm breath on her neck.

“Honey, please, l-l-let me jus’ tell ya what I came back ta say.” Elvis gently placed his hands on her waist and turned her around to face him.

“Okay.” Vivien nodded but carefully avoided looking into his eyes, knowing her resolve wouldn’t last a second.

As Elvis grabbed her hand and led her toward the couch, there was a tentative knock at the door.

“Sorry, that’s probably Roxanne,” Vivien mumbled nervously, pulling her hand away and turning back toward the door. “I can tell her to wait.” Elvis waited within arm’s reach to make sure Vivien didn’t make a break for it as she cracked open the door and spoke to Roxanne in a low tone. “Rox, Elvis is here. He wants to talk. Can you wait for a little bit?”

“Of course hon, I’ll be right out here.” Roxanne smiled reassuringly and sat down on the porch steps as Vivien closed the door.

Vivien let Elvis grab her limp hand and lead her over to the long white couch, where they sat down and turned toward each other, Elvis’ legs spread wide apart as always. He held her hand in his own, running one of his long thumbs soothingly over the back of it.

“Vivien honey, I-I-I’m sorry.”

Vivien looked up in surprise. She had seen Elvis be remorseful about things many times, but she knew a straightforward apology was sometimes hard for him.

“It was never my intention ta make ya feel like I don’t want’cha around.”

“I just don’t understand what happened.” Vivien blinked back the tears she could feel welling up and smoothed out her short swingy blue skirt with her free hand. “When you came over that night and told me it was time and that she was leaving, and then you made love to me so beautifully, I was on top of the world. I thought my heart might burst with love for you. I’d been waiting so long to hear you say those words. And for a couple months, it felt like we were both sharing that happiness. Then something happened. You stopped wanting me with you. Elvis, I don’t know what to think. Before, there was a reason I couldn’t be with you. Now it just feels like you stopped loving me.”

“Baby, I could never stop lovin’ ya. You’re ever’thing I’ve been lookin’ for my whole life.” Elvis blinked back his own tears and continued. “I sometimes wonder if I even deserve all the love ya give ta me, honey.”

“Is that why you’re pushing me away? You think you don’t deserve to be loved?”

“This life can be confusing, Vivien. My fans love me, but they don’t know all of me, all my faults. I-I-I know I’ve made plenty of mistakes in this life, and I know that you see that side of me. Other women I’ve been with, they see my faults and they want a break or they want to change me or control me. But you see it and you’re still here lovin’ me anyway. And I think, ‘What did I do to deserve that?’”

Vivien’s heart melted with compassion for this beautiful man and the vulnerability he was displaying. “You’re just you, Elvis. You’re the strongest, most generous, kindest, funniest, warm-hearted person I’ve ever known. You should never doubt for a second that you deserve to be loved, completely and unconditionally. Just let me give you that love. Let me be there and take care of you and give you everything I have to give.”

Elvis wiped a tear away and swallowed nervously before continuing. “Vivien, it’s hard for me to admit things like this, but I’m scared. I shoulda told ya earlier, but the reason I started pullin’ back is cuz I found out that ‘Cilla left me for another man. And I jus’ keep wonderin’ how long before ya decide I’m n-n-not man enough for ya.”

Vivien tried to stifle the noise that was about to emerge, but a cross between a laugh and a snort came pouring out. Elvis turned red and pulled his hand away. “It’s not funny, Vivien. This really messed me up. I-”

“Elvis, hold on, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh. Priscilla leaving for another man doesn’t mean you’re not good enough. It just means the two of you weren’t right for each other. Not like me and you, right?”

Elvis contemplated. “I suppose so. It jus’ hurt my pride ta find that out. But that’s what I came back to tell ya - that I don’t want what happened in the past to ruin the future. I’m clingin’ to my pride when I should be clingin’ ta you. I want ya with me Vivien. Come be with me.”

“Elvis I would follow you to the ends of the Earth.” Vivien leaned in and kissed his tear-dampened cheek. “I know you always try to be strong, but you can always tell me when you’re feeling bad. I want to take care of you the way that you always take care of everyone around you. And I just can’t believe you’d ever feel like you’re not man enough. You are so unbelievably manly.” Vivien’s voice dropped to a near whisper as she looked him over, really taking in for the first time the form-fitting white pants he was wearing with his silky blue shirt.

Elvis’ lips raised in a crooked smirk when he noticed her wandering eyes. “Remember the first time we sat on this couch together baby? And ya kept tryin’ ta take a peek at my…manhood?”

“I’ll never forget it,” Vivien giggled and blushed, her heart racing as she recalled their first time alone together. “But you really can’t blame me when you refused to wear underwear and had yourself just…jiggling around.”

“Lemme tell ya a little secret, honey. I ain’t wearin’ any underwear right now either.” Elvis smirked and gave her a little wink.

“Mmm is that so?” Vivien leaned in and whispered in his ear. “Neither am I.”

“With that little skirt? Honey, anyone could be seein’ what belongs ta me.” Elvis sounded equally irritated and turned on.

“Well, I ran out of clean clothes and I was going to do my laundry when I got to Roxanne’s apartment.” Vivien climbed on top of Elvis’ lap, straddling his thighs with her own. “But now maybe we can make the most of the situation.”

“Oh yeah? What’d ya have in mind?” Elvis groaned a little as Vivien shifted back and forth on his lap. “Is anyone else home?”

“I think they all went to the store.” Vivien reached down to unbuckle Elvis’ pants.

“B-b-but they, uh, they could be back soon, honey,” Elvis half-heartedly protested as she finished unzipping him and pulled his dick out, staring in awe while he grew harder, his head emerging fully, as if it were the first time she ever laid eyes on him.

“I guess we’ll just have to hurry then, won’t we?” she whispered conspiratorially as she lowered herself onto him, eliciting another groan as he disappeared inside of her. “Plus if anyone walks in, we’re all covered,” she added, spreading her skirt over their exposed bits.

“Oh shit Vivien, I missed ya, baby,” Elvis panted as he bucked his hips up into her, about to burst with pleasure.

“Elvis I need you so bad,” Vivien moaned. “I love having you inside of me.”

“Oh God, oh God,” Elvis thrust upward one last time as Vivien rocked her hips back and forth, milking everything out of him before settling her head down on his shoulder.

“I’m so lucky to have you. You will always be all the man I need. I love you.”

“I love ya too, baby. Now let’s find ya a pair of panties so we can get goin’ back ta Vegas before the Colonel finds out I’m gone.”

Vivien giggled as she rose from the couch. “Oh shoot! I left Roxanne waiting outside all this time.” She peeked out onto the porch and saw that, not only was Roxanne no longer sitting there, her car was gone as well. “Oh no! Do you think she heard us and left? Or what if she came in and we didn’t hear her?” Vivien started to panic as Elvis let out a loud burst of laughter.

“Don’t worry honey. Like ya said, we were all covered up.” His laughter grew as Vivien’s blush grew more vibrant.

“Elvis! It’s not funny!”

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Vivien sat on the couch in Elvis’ suite after the show, watching him walk around and mingle with his friends and some guests. Right now he was talking to his new friend Larry. Or was it an old friend? She’d had some trouble following the timeline Larry had tried explaining when they sat next to each other during the show. Larry seemed to be talking Elvis’ ear off while Elvis kept sneaking little glances at her, that adorable crooked grin adorning his face.

“Man, she’s perfect for you, Elvis. I could see the way your energy ignited a desire in her, for life, for knowledge. The way she was watching you with open eyes and open heart, I asked her if it was her first time seeing you perform.”

“What’d she say?” Elvis chuckled, glancing over at Vivien.

“That the magic of watching you is always like the first time.”

Elvis blushed a little bit as Larry recounted Vivien’s words.

“Man, I’m telling you, hold onto this one. Let all that bad energy out so you can make room for the good.”

“I’ll try my best, Lawrence.”

“Hey, Elvis, why’d ya have ta go and bring your chick back here? How are we supposed ta watch the special movie ya had me get?” Joe came sauntering over, looking like he’d maybe imbibed one too many times.

Elvis rolled his eyes. “What makes ya think that was for you to see? I better check it out first and make sure your innocent little eyes can handle it.”

“C’mon, Elvis, there were supposed to be no women on this tour. At least none that we’d remember later.” Joe howled like a hyena at his own joke as Elvis’ gaze turned cold. He glanced over at where Vivien sat, hoping Joe’s idiocy hadn’t wafted all the way to her ears.

“How ‘bout ya gather up whatever groupies will have ya and get the hell outta my room?” Elvis snapped. “Actually, ever’one can get out. Party’s over for tonight.”

As the room emptied, Vivien looked up at Elvis quizzically. “What was the special movie you asked for?”

Elvis blushed and looked away, rubbing the back of his neck with his fingers. “Oh, ya heard that? I suppose ya heard ever’thing else he said too?”

Vivien nodded and reached out for his hand, pulling him down on the couch next to her.

“I’m sorry baby, Joe’s jus’ an asshole, he didn’t mean-”

“Elvis, it’s okay. It’s me and you now, right?”

Elvis smiled and gave her hand a squeeze. “That’s right, baby.”

“So, what about the movie?” Vivien was surprised to see the blush return to Elvis’ face at her question. He stared down at her soft hand in his before answering with his own question.

“Ya ever seen a dirty movie, honey?”

“A dirty movie?” she echoed, as if incapable of comprehending.

“Yeah, y’know, a skin flick?”

“Oooh,” Vivien exclaimed, feeling her own face turn red now. “You mean…pornography?” her voice dropped to a whisper. “No, of course not.”

Elvis smiled at the way this girl who had hopped on his lap with no qualms not twelve hours ago could still be so sweetly innocent in some ways.

“D-d-do ya wanna watch with me? I-I mean, I don’t want ya ta feel uncomfortable or anything. But maybe it would be fun,” he added slyly.

“Um, okay, we could try it,” Vivien agreed, trying to sound calm.

Elvis grabbed the film reel that Joe had brought in earlier and headed for the bedroom. “I might need your help with the projector. Usually one of the guys sets this up for me,” he called out. Vivien nervously followed him into the bedroom where he was fiddling with the projector and the reel.

“I think you just - there, like that,” she said, helping him set it up.

“Thanks, baby. I don’t know what I’d do without ya.” Elvis gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead.

“I suppose you’d be watching a dirty movie with a bunch of men?” Vivien asked, somewhat confused about the ritual.

Elvis let out a big guffaw. “Well, when ya say it like that honey, it sounds kinda weird. Why don’t we put on something more comfortable?” He handed Vivien her silky nightgown with the thin straps and headed for the bathroom with his own pajamas. “I’ll be right back. Don’t ya go disappearin’,” he called out. When he emerged, Vivien was propped up against the headboard, her legs stretched out in front of her. Elvis started the reel and nestled in next to her.

“Deep Throat,” Vivien read as the words scrolled across the small projector screen. She could feel her palms getting sweaty for some reason and wondered if this was a good idea. She’d never even seen another man naked, and now she was going to watch people having sex?

In the uncanny way that he always seemed to read her thoughts, Elvis wrapped an arm around her and reassured, “If you feel uncomfortable baby, jus’ let me know. We can always turn it off.” Vivien nodded and let her hand drift over and rub little circles on his strong sturdy thigh.

As the action progressed, Vivien couldn’t help but notice Elvis’ bulge growing more prominent. He rubbed his hand over the top of it and let out a little groan, causing Vivien’s mind to race with both excitement and insecurities. “Elvis?”

“Yes baby?”

“Are you, um, are you turned on because she’s prettier than me?” Vivien asked, hoping she didn’t sound as ridiculous as she felt.

“Honey, no way is there a woman prettier than you. I’m turned on cuz’ I got this gorgeous angel sittin’ here next ta me. I’d like ta see even more of ya,” he whispered as he slowly pulled the strap of her nightgown down over her shoulder. The silky material slid down, exposing her left breast to the cool hotel air. “Goddamn baby, did I ever tell ya that you’ve got the most perfect nipples I’ve ever seen? Just beggin’ ta be licked and sucked on.” He turned his body and leaned down, drawing her nipple into his mouth, nipping gently with his teeth while his supple lips held it firmly in their grasp.

“Elvis, oh God,” Vivien moaned as he pulled the other strap down and started kissing and licking her right breast.

“Ya like that, honey?” Elvis whispered as he pulled back and watched the blissful look on her face. “Would ya kiss me too?” He grabbed her hand and set it where he wanted to be kissed. Vivien felt him pulsing with desire.

They both glanced back at the screen and Vivien’s face turned bright red when she saw what was happening.

“Honey,” Elvis whispered, drawing her attention back to him. “Do ya think ya could feel pleasure like that? From takin’ me in your mouth and makin’ me feel good?”

“I do love making you feel good.” Vivien moved her hand up toward the waistband of his pants.

“I have an idea, but I don’t want ya ta feel no pressure, okay? What if we could both kiss each other there and make each other feel good at the same time?”

“What do you mean?” Vivien looked into his eyes, so heavy with lust.

“Lemme show ya, baby. Just take this nightgown off and bring your body over here.” Elvis slid his pajama pants down his legs and scooched down so he was flat on his back. He positioned Vivien so she was straddling him and facing the other way.

“Elvis, I don’t know,” she whispered. “I’m nervous.”

“Jus’ try it with me baby, please?” Elvis pleaded. He pulled her up higher so her thighs were straddling his face. “Mmm goddamn now that’s a view,” he murmured. “Honey I want ya ta jus’ lay yourself right on me and give me some kisses, okay?”

Vivien lay her body down against his and took hold of Little Elvis in her hand. He had already emerged from his cocoon and was dripping with arousal. She wrapped her lips around him right as she felt Elvis spread her open with his fingers and dip his tongue inside of her. Unable to form words, she moaned loudly around his dick, the vibrations shooting pleasure through his whole body. She used her hands to explore and massage every part of him, the flesh of his inner thighs soft under her fingertips.

“Oh fuck,” Elvis whispered into her wet pussy, trying to control the flicks of his tongue while his body was coursing with pure excitement. Her thighs started shaking around him as he sucked on her clit, knowing his own eruption would come any second. The ecstasy overtook them both until their bodies relaxed into each other, moans giving way to soft contented sighs.

“C’mere baby.” Elvis helped Vivien climb off and pulled her up toward him, giving her a deep passionate kiss, the taste of their arousal mixing together. “Oh God,” Elvis groaned. “I think I’ve got some more ta give.” He rolled on top of her and thrust gently, sliding right inside of her through the wetness.

“Elvis, it feels so good. You always make me feel so good,” Vivien panted, delirious with pleasure.

“Wow,” Elvis whispered after the second high had washed over them. “I guess the movie was a good idea, huh?”

Vivien giggled and covered her blushing face. “I didn’t need the movie to be turned on by you,” she teased. “Besides, I don’t like seeing another man like that. His thing looked weird.”

“Is that right?” Elvis laughed his infectious booming laugh.

“Yeah, it’s not beautiful like yours. With a nice cocoon to keep him warm and safe.” Vivien smiled and lightly traced over Little Elvis with her fingers. She loved the way he felt, even when he was resting.

“Okay, baby, ya ain’t never gotta see another man’s thing, okay? Jus’ mine.” Elvis pulled her close and kissed her forehead.

“That sounds perfect,” she whispered. “Hey, why’d you keep your shirt on the whole time? That’s not fair.”

Elvis grimaced a little and mumbled an answer. “I think I’m startin’ ta gain a few pounds. I need ta lose some weight before my satellite concert in Hawaii.”

“What?! You look amazing,” Vivien exclaimed. “And I love to feel your furry body against mine when you make love to me.” She smiled dreamily and slipped her hand under his shirt to rub his soft hairy belly.

“Okay, next time,” Elvis chuckled.

“Are you taking me to Hawaii with you?” Vivien held her breath waiting for his response, hoping she wouldn’t be disappointed.

“Of course. I ain’t lettin’ ya outta my sight again, little girl. I love ya so much.”

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Hey there ! Hope you’re doing well :)

I’d love to request a Joel Miller X Male Reader fic 🙏🏻

The absolute chokehold Both Pedro and Joel has on me is just- too much to handle without some good fics and yours are absolutely incredible.

I’d love a smut piece where Joel covers the reader in hickeys and love bites?

For a plot maybe some established relationship. Reader has been teasing Joel all day on their mission, trying to fluster Joel and just in general being a menace, but in a fun way. When they finally get home and reader doesn’t stop the sly remarks and sensual yet brief touches Joel loses it and suddenly reader is in way over his head.

(Feel free to change anything plot related, just wanted to give you something to work with ~)

Thank youuu

- 🐜

Pretty Please, baby

Thanks for the request anon! It was awesome to write it, here it is, I kept most of the plot btw.

Pairing: Joel Miller x m! reader

Warnings: Pain kink (love bites/hickeys), teasing and slight overstimulation.

You woke up in Joel’s arms, and… oh no, you were horny, and usually that feeling never stopped until Joel fucked it out of you, goddamn, he literally had morning wood, you could feel it against your leg, you started kissing his neck, testing if he woke up, and sure enough, he did, “Hmm, good morning my beautiful boyfriend” he said, yawning and smiling at you, you and Ellie had been his world since the apocalypse started, “Hey there my love, sleep well?” you asked, 

“Very well, in fact” he stated, “What are we gonna do today?” you asked him, in hopes he’d say nothing so he could fuck your brains out, “Get food” he said to your disappointment, “Ugh, fine” you whined. As soon as you went out, you noticed Joel had changed pants, they were a little tighter than his other pair and made his ass stick out even more, this was not helping the situation, but you promised yourself to tease him throughout the day, “Mmmm- who said you could go out showing such a cute ass around” you said into his ear as you hugged him from behind and squeezed his ass, “No one, but it’s hunting time” he said, goddamn he looked hot aiming the gun. You decided to try again, this time going towards him and lightly biting his ear, “Hey, stop it now, I can’t aim” “Such a shame” you said sarcastically, “Whatever, go and pick some berries too please” “Ugh fine” you couldn’t ever disobey Joel, so you went and started to pick them from the forest, by the time 3 hours had gone by, both you and Joel had finished gathering food, “Hey there baby” he said as he sweetly kissed you on the lips, but your horny ass tried to make it last longer, but you couldn’t because he pulled away and gave you a look.

As you walked back to where you were staying, he held out his hand to you, inviting you to hold his hand, you’d not grown fully used to holding another man’s hand, even if there was no one to judge anymore, there probably would always feel like there would be. You once again went to Joel’s face and kissed him sweetly, but with a hint of horniness in it, as you started to slide your hand down his pants, “Hey, let’s get home, okay?” he said, pulling apart, why did he not want sex? He looked so sexy today, he always did in general. 

When you finally got back, Ellie greeted you and went back to her own things as you and Joel flopped tiredly on the bed, but you were willing to try and get him to fuck you one last time before going to sleep, so you cuddled into his chest and lightly sucked on his neck, leaving a hickey, that was it for Joel, he’d grown tired of your teasing all day long.

“Mmmh-” he moaned as you marked him, “Like that baby?” you asked teasingly “Yeah, fuckin love it” he said, “but I’d love it more if I did it to you” 

“Oh- Joel-” “You’ve been very naughty, teasing me all day long, about time you pay” he said into your ear, and flipped you on your back and started leaving hickeys all over your chest, goddamn could this man give you pleasure and pain, “Mmm- Joel- want you inside me-” you begged, “How bad baby?” he kept teasing 

“Very badly” you moaned, 

“Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you” he ordered, “I want you to own me- leave your marks on me- kiss me as you fuck me hard and breed me and make me yours” you begged, 

“Now that’s what I like to hear” he smirked as he lubed up his dick and starting to push it inside you, he fucked you so good and his dick was so big it felt like a first time every single time. He sucked at the skin in your neck again, the delicious feeling of the pain was making you crazy as his dick touched your spot with every single thrust, “Oh Joel-” you said as he started jerking you off, the pleasure making you writhe and moan, this activated something primal inside Joel, now he didn’t just want to claim you, he needed to claim you and he was going to do it no matter what, “Oh fuck- it feels so good!! mghh- ah!” you moaned, “Don’t give what you can’t take baby” he whispered affectionately but teasingly in your ear, as he sucked many more times on your skin, you were sure as hell going to be aching and full of marks tomorrow, but you didn’t care, these were Joel’s marks on you, the way that he would drive appeal away from anyone that wanted you, and you were happy with that.

“Getting close- where do you want it” he asked, “In my ass baby, I want your load in my ass!” you gasped as he was thrusting into you harder than he ever had, “Oh fuck- I’m cumming!!” you moaned as white blobs of cum spurted all over your stomach, Joel still jerking you off as the pleasure of the overstimulation turned into pain. Finally, Joel tensed and bit hard at your neck, causing you to scream loudly as he emptied himself into you, now you were his, “Holy shit- that was amazing darling” he said, “It was… oh my god- thank you” you smiled 

“Love you” he kissed you “come here baby, want you in my arms” 

“I love you too Joel” you smiled as you said that, “Hope this calmed you down” “It did, thanks for asking” you said, snuggling into his chest, his scent felt like home, he was your home.

[aestheticvoyage2023]

Day 134: Sunday May 14, 2023 - “Saying Goodbye to a Regal Friend”

We knew it was coming, but it wasn’t until after dinner last night that I became aware, that it was coming soon.  And as much as we’ve mentally prepared for the idea that our boy Havarti wouldn’t be with us much longer, we were both shocked that today we’d have to say goodbye.  He was regal in all ways, from where he chose to sit in the most comfortable possible cushiest spot, to the way he’d wash his face like a cat, and I’d like think that he chose to go out in the most regal way he could; after William was in bed, on a Saturday night when Audrie was at work, just me and him.  No one had to choose his time to go.  He waited until I lifted him up into the bed, one last time, where he’d spent so much time with me over the last 9 years, both day and night. And while I spooned him and comforted him, and called his Mama to let him know he was really struggling, he stretched all four his legs out straight in his classic way, then relaxed and stopped breathing. I had to let Audrie go for a moment, to check him and make really sure and think about how I would share this sad news with Audrie.  The day had come. Our prince had passed. 

I wrapped him up, and tucked him in with his baby blue puppy blanket that he had first come into Audrie’s life with.  I closed his eyes and sat there with him for a time, comforting him as I imagined his good soul slowly transitioning and saying goodbye to our world, our home.  It was a sad finality to it when I pushed his eyes shut, something that will always stick with me.  Havarti’s eyes were always so alive and expressive,  and though they’d been harder to read in his old age, he was still in there - even tonight.  His eyes were always so beautiful, as brown and bright as his young fur and I thought about how beautiful he was as I closed those eyes and said goodbye.  A very handsome dog. I thought he was beautiful the first time I saw him at that coffee shop, just like the love at first sight I experienced with his mama a few days before.  Strong, athletic, lean, with a dark healthy brown coat.  Even his breed sounded regal - Rhodesian Ridgeback. Incredibly handsome dog and everyone commented on it every where we went.  And it was the least of his best qualities.

I told him I appreciated everything he’s done for me, and how I hoped I always made him feel like the big dog in the house; Audrie’s first love and I knew my place.  I told him that I hoped he knew how much I appreciated him and that I was generous with my love for him.  I told him I was sorry for all those times we’d fought and I’d made him shake, and I shed my first tear with that confession.    I thought about that first Christmas, and getting him a well deserved steak, that morphed into piggy platter for his birthday which became a yearly tradition. It crossed my mind that I knew this last December it’d be his last and how I worked hard to get the board fixed just for him, knowing itd be a big deal.   Still, it all seems too fast now.  I patted his head, and promised to still do a piggy platter in December to celebrate him.  And we’d all enjoy it.  We’ll think of him every time we all take a birthday platter off his board.

I patted his head and thought about Audrie and how bad she’ll feel about not being here.  And had the realization that this was maybe the way he intended it.  It would be like him - not one for the center of attention, wanting to be sweet and protective of his mama, knowing how sad and traumatic it’d be if it had to be a production with needles and the like. “You did this for her, didn’t you.”  I respected that, and understood my responsibility for him.  I remember how he’d been there for me when I was storming with work real bad in 2019, the time I tried to quit my job, and Havarti brought my stuffy friends for comfort, and never left my side.  I told him then that Id never forget that, and thought about how some day Havarti would pass, and how Id be there for him just like he was for me then, and promised him to hold up my end of that and surround him with love and peace now, and to help him do this the best way he could and try to help his Mama understand why this was best.  It was an honor to be by his side as he passed and to make sure he got all the respect he earned.

He was a special dog, I knew, from the moment I met him.  His sweet mama had trained him well - which was my first clue at how good she’d be raising a family.   He knew tricks and commands which was no surprise because it always felt like he knew exactly what we were saying, all the time.  I wouldn’t have been surprised if all of a sudden he’d bust out the ABCs.   You could talk to Havarti for more than just sit and come here, you really could feel like you were having a whole conversation with him.   He’d army crawl, put his head down and relax, and best of all - he’d give you a big high Ten, his best trick; things just havent been the same these last couple years when his hind legs couldn’t spring him up for that trick anymore.  He would give me so so so many Tens while cheering on his favorite sports team, the Blues.  This dog loved playoff hockey, mostly for the treats-for-goals deal we worked out, but I imagined he just loved seeing me happy, because he was that kind of dog.   He could not catch a tater tot, no matter how much we’d practice, but never stopped trying as if he understood the entertainment value of watching him chomp at the air; “its ok buddy, I could never catch a fly ball either.”  He really really struggled with his relationship with walking on a leash, but always knew how to reign it in when a child was a the reigns  and that always frustrated me when he would pull me around with all of his weight....”I know you can do better if you wanted to!”   As difficult as he always was on the leash, some of my favorite memories were those cold nights and mornings in Denver where Id have to take him out and practiced going all the way to the park and all the way back with no leash.   We made a lot of walks to that dog park and back in all kinds of weather, I suppose he was trying to teach me how to parent.  And even when we lived way up there on that fifth floor with no dog door, this regal man was above having any kind of accident in the house.   Smarter and better behaved than most people.  What the hell would he ever need a leash for?  This was a dog that would get excited (red rocket level excited) to go the Vet, and it was probably because his vet Dr. Nightengale, loved him and thought of him as a very special dog, and he would know.  And the vet wasn’t the only one that noticed...every dog sitter we ever had just thought Havarti was the best dog, even offering to watch him and take him for free - really it was their pleasure, they’d say. I am sure if we tried, we could probably even get them to pay us to come spend time with our wonder dog, in the crocheted sweaters from Grandma, though we never tried.  Some dogs are special like that, and I patted his head now again, telling him over and over again that he was a good dog.  The only thing I could think to say as I reflected back on all these nice memories of him.  Just such a good kind dog.  He weathered every funny hat, and funny costume we threw on him, and embraced it. His winters as our Reindog was by far my favorite.  And as playful and lightheared and go with the flow he was, by far and away, his most special trait was his gentleness.  As regal as he was, distinguished as he looked, he was the most loving gentle animal.  As soon as I moved in, I noticed something different about this dog.  He actually played with his stuffed toys like they were his friends.  He didn’t chew or destroy them.  I patted his head now and remembered that silly stinky gross little mouse that Havarti moved from Arizona to Michigan to Denver and back.  I am sure its around here in The Finca somewhere.   How gentle he was with that little play mouse, probably says everything that really needed to be said about Havarti.  He took care of all his little buddies. He loved any toy with a face on it.  It was really wild witnessing this when we lived at the 5th Street House and he’d carry his toys outside in the morning and bring them back in at the end of the day.  Did that just happen?  Oh yes, itd happen every day.  I swore he was some kind of wizard reincarnated as a dog.  As gentle as he was with his toys, he was even more lovey with us.  Loved to cuddle, and even tolerated when Mama picked him up to hold him like a baby....I swear it was his favorite thing, even as he got older.  You could see it on his face.   “This is so embarrassing but I love it” As handsome and smart as he was, what made him so lovable was how quirky he was.   He’d go coo-coo for Dungeness crab from Pikes Place, was an All-Star at the “Find It” game, enjoyed the water safely from the beach, and was shameless in his desire to never be in trouble, even when chewing through his own rope leash.  Just a special dog, all around.  He brought our family so much joy, and I missed the first 6 years!  I can only imagine how full Audrie’s heart must be with all those extra special memories of him as a puppy and growing into his clumsy body with all those legs.

We could have just let Havarti cruise to the finish line and enjoy his old man years, but instead Audrie had the idea of getting him a puppy to help keep him young.  I mean the logic made sense, right?  Maybe Havarti could teach a young pup the ropes and pass along his learned wisdom and calm since we couldn’t afford to clone him (an idea Audrie actively entertained for a time).  That plan didn’t work of course, with Huckleberry just being wired totally different than the old man.  But Havarti, out of love for his mama, gave all his best effort and patience in being thrown into being a big brother after 12 years as an only child.  He taught his brother how to play bitey face, graciously shared his toys and watched as Huck destroyed them, tried to show Huck how to walk on a leash properly though he himself had never figured it out, and where to poop so as to make it easier on us (fun remembering getting frustrated with Havarti when Huck was slow to the house training!)  Havarti probably kept things together way more than we would ever know, like any big brother would, and probably got a good kick out of every time we left the house and joked about Huckleberry being in charge.    As much time as these two spent together, I have to assume that years from now, with Huck as the only dog in the house, we’ll notice something and think “Havarti showed him that” - I’ll be real impressed if Huck ever learns “put your head down” but I just hope that just a little bit of that goodness sunk in, for all those times these two slept and dreamed and snored butt to butt.  Its one of the most shining examples of Havarti’s regal charm, the way that he accepted and tolerated his little brother, afterall its going to be Huck thats going to have to patrol this house and keep us safe now that he’s gone...and its almost like he knew that, so he poured as much love into Huck as we tried to.  He was a great brother for Huck knowing that he’d have an important job ahead.  He had a legacy to try to carry and live up to, especially after years of Havarti spoiling us as dog parents.

And then suddenly, Huck was the middle child and we had a baby in the house and one of the greatest gifts that Havarti gave our family was to hang around with us these last two years to give us memories of him with William.   As time goes on, I imagine it will be those photos of William with Havarti we’ll cherish the most.  From that first Halloween where they both dressed as Lions, to being the first dog William walked, I am so grateful for the overlap of our very special dog with our very special boy.   William learned to be gentle with old man Havarti, to give sweet taps and be empathetic and say Good Dog.  William’s first sign was Dog, his first words were “bow wow” and if he grows up to be a dog lover, it will be in part because of the contribution Havarti made to the wiring in his heart.  William was sure to say goodnight to Havarti every night and give him a little head bonk and a kiss, and this last night was no different, even while Havarti laid there suffering, I could imagine he was happy to see William’s smiling sleepy face to say goodnight, like he was waiting for that - within 30 minutes, he’d be gone.  While Huckleberry will always be William’s dog, Havarti became extra vigilant around the house with a baby boy in the house, and gave extra care for his mama who now split her love amongst the four of us men in her life, knowing that he’d always be the one she’d have to worry about the least. Her most steady love. He would now patiently wait for his affection and loves, and eventually move on without complaint to sleeping on the couch in the living room now that life had grown up on us all and we shared the bed not with our extra-leggy-fur-baby anymore, but with an actual baby instead.  And he didn’t bother her with any extra tasks or things to do in these last couple years, just continued to exist in his routine, soaking in the naps, and the comfortable quiet spots in the house,  cruising out his final days.   We were all lucky to have Havarti’s love, but Audrie was lucky to be loved by him most of all.   He understood William to be his Mama’s other son, and rather than look for a play date (he got more than enough of that from Huckleberry), he accepted his old role as guard dog, and would often setup shop for watch in the nursery  to be close to the action (though it could also be argued it was the coolest room in the house and the rug was comfortable, after-all Havarti was no dummy).

One thing is for absolutely sure; Havarti was always a good car dog; down to go anywhere, just like his itinerant parents.   He drove cross country twice including once with his two brothers in the back seat with him.  No problem - he set the tone for the other two.  He joined us on our every move, as we searched for a place to lay our roots.  From the little two-room temporary place where we had no furniture, to the snows of Denver where we had to drag (and sometimes carry if it was too cold) him up and down three floors of stairs several times a day to use the bathroom (and where we registered his poop and him as an ESA!).  Back to Tucson in an Airbnb, then a rental with a perfect backyard for him, and then finally to his retirement home here on Baker, complete with his own private dining room.  The Finca, his final resting place.  Everywhere we went, he was happy to settle in, and be happy. - we literally never had to worry about Havarti. The only thing that would ever rattle him would be if the local kitten tried to eat his food! We got pretty good about getting him into Hotels out on the road, and he was always really great about quietly staying under the radar.  He was very judicious with his bark, always.  From New Mexico to Arkansas Hot Springs, Havarti was a good well travelled dog.  He saw a lot more of this country out the back window of my Prius than most people will ever see.   My favorite trip that I ever took with him was when we went North and camped outside Flagstaff on a cold 9-dog-night.   I warmed two cans of dog food over the flame for him so that he could eat like a king, before cuddling with me in my sleeping bag to keep me warm.  The next day we’d hike up to see the Aspens.  I remember thinking how nice it was to share that with him, and as we watched the sunset at sno-bowl, I swore he enjoyed it more than I did.   Just like that one sunset at the Tetons.  An aesthetic voyager in his own right.  He was a great travel mate, and durable sidekick.  I appreciated him for that.  From the Flat Irons to the White Sands and  Great Sand Dunes, off leash at Soldier Trail or Nordhouse Dunes, Havarti was never an anchor, and I respected him always as a fellow voyager.

And now for that last voyage.  I remember thinking just a week ago, as William and I strolled Havarti and Huck around the neighborhood, that this will probably be Havarti’s last walk.  I stopped and let him pee on every fire hydrant and tried to not tell him to keep up, just let him enjoy it, and go at his speed in the nice cool morning air.  I thought how selfish it was to wish for him to stay for one last summer.  He’d had enough Tucson summers for one dog’s life.  I pat him on the head and told him he was a good boy as I took of his leash and joked about how he probably didn’t need it anymore, even if he did go along on our walks.  And I was right.  Today I picked him up in his bed, and carried him to the back of mama’s car, and we drove him to the cremation place.   His last walk.   I was sure to give him all the respect and love that he had earned, and set him down as softly as I could.  Moments before, we’d brought William in to explain and say goodbye and it was in that moment, that I finally broke down and lost it for the first time.  Just overcome with all of it.  I knew it was coming, but the finality of it - how thered be no more fun or quirky Havarti stories to add or fun trips we’d remember him on, no more high tens or hockey games. This was it.  Our last memories of Havarti and I was open heartedly sad.  I spent several months dreading this day and thinking about how hard it would be for Audrie, but In that moment, saying goodbye, I barely thought of her at all -  I thought about my friend, My Dog and how really blessed I was to be in his life and was more sad that I ever imagined I would be.   Havarti was a really big tree.  Larger than any life to be expected from a rescued Tucson Tan mut.  There will never be a dog like him in my life, and I knew it. He was, indeed, the best good boy.  It wasn’t just cliche talk but in the end those simple words summed it up best.  I loved him very much and while I had dutifully gotten everything together best I could, and comforted him, and had been mindful of supporting Audrie, now in these last few moments all the love burst out of me and I wept.  It was now my responsibility to help him live on forever, in our home and in our stories, and as a very special member of our family forever.  We gave him the very best life that we could, and he repaid us ten-fold and we’ll never let him be forgotten.

After we were home from saying goodbye to Havarti my Dad texted and said something about Grandma greeting Havarti with pats in heaven. It reminded me of the time we went and visited them in Apache Junction and how even though Audrie had really wanted me to ask and make sure it was ok, we brought Havarti unannounced.  “They love dogs!” I exclaimed assuredly.  Didn’t know their park had a policy against dogs!   My Grandma whooshed the dog in the back door and closed all the blinds and went on and on about the contraband dog and how we had to sneak him into the car to take him to the bathroom and keep his head down and don’t tell anyone he was here, knowing full well she was enjoying the fact that this all gave her something to talk about! And sure enough the whole thing was so amusing the next day that she herself was telling the head of security.   What a great story - grandma’s contraband dog. We took a picture together that night in 2014, and as Havarti would consistently do with the camera on a timer, he’d turn and look at the very last second and pose perfectly for the shot.  I can’t even train my kid to do that!  Fun memory to look back on.  It got me thinking and hoping that if it were at all possible now for Grandma to smuggle him through the back door into our Heaven instead of the doggo heaven, that he would be certainly a deserving candidate.   The only bad thing he ever did in his life was to eat Rocks and to run off on a classic walkabout and get lost once.  Regardless of those two blemishes on his record, it would seem to me, that if any being was good enough for a place in Heaven, itd be him.  He was the smartest, most respectful (as long as he wasnt on a leash), and sweetest gentle animal that no doubt any of us have ever met.   He lived a full life with so many happy, playful memories, and thats how I’ll try to  remember him > jumping into Cherry Creek doing splash and dash and carrying around a gross play cat toy mouse.  This last day was tough, and was very heavy, and I am still shocked at how fast it went.  But I am so blessed to have had a truly good dog in my life to tell about and all these amazing pictures of wonderful places that we shared with him.  One of those truly accidental blessings that I didn’t know that I needed or wanted that my stars fated to me back in May 2014.  His steady companionship and friendship these last 9 years through all the tides of our life set a great legacy and model for the four of us he left behind.  He left all of us better than he found us, and for a life lived, there is no greater compliment.  I broke down one last time, as they took him away, thinking about that.  He left all four of us better than he found us.  He had done more than his fair share and left this world so loved; the one thing that lives forever and more than any of us can expect.

Song: Willie Nelson - Live Forever

Quote: “I am my mother’s son. All other identities are artificial and recent. Naked, basic, actually, I am my mother’s son. I emerged from her womb and set out on this earth. The earth gave me another identity, that of name, personality, appearance, character, and spirit. The earth is my grandmother; I am the earth’s grandson. The way I comb my hair today has nothing to do with myself, who am my mother’s son and the earth’s grandson. I am put on this earth to prove that I am my mother’s son. I am also on this earth, my grandmother, to be her spokesman, in my chosen and natural way. The earth owns the least to myself; she shall take me back, and my mother too. We have proven the earth’s truth and meaning, which is, simply life and death." ― Jack Kerouac

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14/12/2024 - It’s been such a long time since I wrote here and it’s been a while since I’ve felt so emotionally low or isolated that I had no one to speak to other than on this ‘virtual diary’. In all honesty, I’ve had some pretty low moments recently, every situation ending in me wanting to kill myself in as many ways possible, overthinking which would be the easiest, which would hurt less for those I leave behind, and when I’d do it. am I ready to die? do I want to leave my family and friends who genuinely love me? the thing that really triggered me to write here is the fact that my ‘s/o’ who is actually my lovely girlfriend, Grace, has not replied to me since Tuesday morning (10/12/2024). and maybe I sound crazy overthinking it when it’s only 4 days. but only God knows how long these 4 days have felt for me. how every second I’m thinking of her. in the past I’ve been in love. I’ve loved so hard but it wasnt a relationship, my love for them was real but I knew there wouldn’t be any romantic type of love because the feeling was never mutual. in simple terms, I never had a wlw relationship with someone who accepted me as ME. as the asian girl, in a strict religion. as someone who is so insecure of what they looked like. I’ve met several online friends but I’ve never sent pictures to any of them, and never even posted my self on social media in general because I am not comfortable, but with her I was. with her, I could be my full self and I wanted her to be the same. I think she was. and I fell in love with her even more. her personality was meant for mine. without sounding so gay, she IS my soulmate. I don’t believe I’ll ever meet someone who could match me the way she does. I hate to use past tense, it’s been 4 days, am I overthinking? shes just a baby though. my baby. and I fucking love her so much. I care for her more than people I’ve known for years. and shes really got me thinking everything. whether the love I had for others in the past was really love or just lust? because with Grace, I want to sacrifice everything. I want to give her everything. she deserves the entire world but she never received it and I want to be the one giving it to her. I just wish she was appreciated more. shes so beautiful inside and out and it makes me so happy thinking of her. but the mere thought of her leaving me permanently, makes my heart drop. I don’t see any way forward. I’ve been crying for days. non stop. I’ve been spiralling, thinking of every situation possible, which one is more likely? has she left me? is she in danger? is her phone just not working? is she taking a mental break? did she have app problems? but if she is, why is she not replying on facebook? why hasnt she accepted my instagram request? but if her phone is broken, surely she would have brought one by now? am I not important to her anymore? or did I even mean anything to her in the first place? but surely the love was real? it was so convincing. do I really want to question her love? maybe shes on a break and she’ll be back. but she always says she misses me so surely she misses me now too right? or was it a lie? but I trust her so much so she couldn’t be lying to me. is it crazy to think like this?

[ragewrites]

When he was thrust into the labyrinth Ariadne gave Theseus no directions, only a look, a look and the spathe, the tightwound ball of thread. Most imagine it red—yarn, spun fine, the outermost rounding stiff, rind, skin almost, all that salt blowing in from the coast coarsening the ply. Red, venous or startling, whichever shade you first think of.

I’ve always thought the string leucistic, a sort of garrote. Translucent whitegreen, like (fitful) (dreaming) eyelids. Thought her hands must’ve shook. (However little.)

Spathe.

Spáō. Spád’eh. It was love for a boy and it was love for a prince that had her do it, but neither of them were that Athenian, he of the quick hands and quick black eyes, cool, cruel, seizing her measure and finding himself lacking. He might’ve known, at that. Suspected he was only means, that this was her choosing a butcher, moving unseen in the dark. Suspected her sin if not the truth of her mercy. Known her cowardice, certainly, because to give him the string was first and foremost to take the choice out from her fingers.

I’m never going to get this right, Franz Wright wrote once (writing about the inability to write about death) and wrote it right. I’m never going to get this right. To do so I’d have to unravel the thread, lie there prone, naked, soul-naked, glass-eyed like someone after a terrible thing. No similes, no metaphor. No myth.

Naked.

And that’s the thing, isn’t it? Everybody wants it naked, but beautiful somehow. The carnage shot (again) to art. Elevated. The poem Dormition of a sort, you God and Mary, John and Angel, the weave profusion of lavender, no gore in any thread. Film-blood, sure, yes, that we can have, that has aesthetic value, that makes it worth an instagram post—but hold the reeking, ugly shit, the fluid rot of the body as it expires, as it wilts and caves in on itself. Nothing that might unsettle the audience, you understand. No reminder you’re human. Only the sterile, abstract, lovely film blood.

But how can I talk about it? Without the gore, how the fuck can I talk about it?

You’d think the consummate fabulist might make the perfect politician, but in truth the fabulist lacks a quality essential to the job. The politician will lie politely, smiling without teeth; all the while his mind is elsewhere, probably Bali or the French riviera, you get the gist. Meanwhile the consummate fabulist sincerely and fervently believes each and every one of his own lies. Whatever distance he puts between the truth of an incident as it was, as it happened, and the truth of it as he wishes to remember it is then not a divorce but a wedding.

And you can’t count on the fucker not to romanticize. To be useful, strategic, to keep the story neat.

I’m good at stories, but belief—(in general) that I sorely lack.

And he was worse, my Minotaur. Beautiful idiot bull hammered not over the head but at the gut, his lungs, his long legs crushed.

(I told you, I’ll never get this right.)

Good at stories, dark, magnetic (and him magnetic enough.) In another world we might’ve been an Eastern echo of John and Robert, a kind of strange, rippling music. Variation on a nocturne, something at once late August and October, the sound like a cathedral, heavy and open, lanced. A point between Doga and Prokofiev. Not a middle note, no, never that—only a point, a vacillating point, one hovering close always to an apex. Like all who live a half-life we’ve never been good at doing things halfway or by halves. You quit early or you go all in, baby. All in, all of you, in. Cards and soul. Even (especially) when you know you have a losing hand.

So, John and Robert. Music.

Yes. Music, dark. He’d have said Ladies first, half of his mouth curling up. He’d have said it and smiled and still been the first one to get a bullet through the head. Dead. Just like that. (Just like that.) Dead and miraculously resurrected on the fourth day or at the sixth-week mark. No—better yet, Assumed right then and there, the small hole just above his right ear almost clean-edged. Or maybe he’d be dead forever. Dead but known. Dead and fabulated, mythologized, and so dead in a way that means he’s not gone (full stop) but gone outside of death, dead in a way that makes him alive, forever and forever alive, apururea, amin.

Myth within myth. (I told you, I told you, I can’t get this right.)

I and my Minotaur. I and my brother, my big little idiot. (Another thing Franz wrote, a poem just this one line long: and the Ariadne artery—) (Example, the title, and what he meant by it in truth only he knows, of course. But to me that’s the long bodywide vein, the branching circuitry of one’s whole blood.) Girl and bull in Pieta, the bodies abstracted. Marble, maybe, all of it naked and beautiful, naked and art, most of his body mangled and so most of his body draped in shadow, in obscura. Marble is bloodless by nature; thus the affect of the gore is artful, discreet. The splash of red is only contrast, stage dressing, lovely film blood.

Fables. (And aren’t you tired?) (Aren’t you tired.) (Good God stop trying, stop trying, stop fucking talking and put that boy, that man, he was a man before he was dead and you know it, you fucking know it, you know it so go put him down, go put him in the ground, any ground, hallow or not—) But the truth is nonfiction. The truth, the little facts that make up the big one, the body of the truth—that is distinctly, eminently bleak. (Not that nonfiction need be a beige drone, unintelligible and academic, mind. I’m not saying that. I’m not.) (Listening requires the eyes and the ears and the brain. A certain amount of willingness to understand.) (There’s a despairing dearth of willingness in any given audience, these days.) Bleak. Sterile not by virtue of the dispassionate arthaus lens but by virtue of time and geographic space.

I can talk about it honestly or I can abstract and talk about it in something that approaches poetry, but I can’t do both at once. Partly because the thought alone is lurid to me, yes.

But more than that, worse than that, I can’t do both because the audience which ‘consumes’ art expects meaning, expects some sort of conclusion, preferably a tidy, satisfying one. A takeaway. (As if this is fucking fastfood.) (As if mybloodmygriefmylife is fastfood.) And fable is fine. Myth is fine. Those are instances of me abstracting, obscuring, lying in a sense, and mostly (to no harm apart from that done) to myself. Instances of me still stuck at the bargaining frontier of grief. But meaning? Meaning?

The meaninglessness of it is why I need to fabulate now and again, to mythmake, to fantasize in the first place. It’s that or more barbiturates than my already ulcerating gut can stand. That, or commitment of the psychiatric kind.

Making meaning (and a making it would be, because there is none inherent anywhere in the senselessness of either our lives or of his death) would require moralism: I’d have to bring some sort of god, or God, into it. Demur. Say something empty, something good, clean, something I don’t mean.

(Example:) Fable: (Ariadne’s artery—) the Dormition of the Minotaur.

Mary’s in Heaven, sure, but nowhere does it say she is at peace. My Minotaur is dead, adormit apururea, and all that means is that he’s dead. Through Dormition the Mother of God is in Heaven and through dormition my brother is (nowhere) (dead.)

And I can’t get it right. I can’t even make enough of a story out of it to imagine a version where he is still alive. I can’t—I can’t.

I think I might’ve been lying to myself. It’s not bargaining but anger I’m stuck at. And I’m keeping myself angry, consciously, because anger is lucid, anger is clearsharp and lucid even (if) (when) I find the nerve needed to admit that all this fabulating shit amounts to is me going in circles, wearing a labyrinth in the livingroom rug.

It’s sordid enough. Should I ever find myself tempted to try and invent some sort of commercial meaning out of my life, I’ll reach for the hammer and do what Ariadne couldn’t, become myself the bull at the narrowing centre as I swing down and blow my brains out.

Are you kept alive by a fantasy?

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Groomzilla | Yandere Vil Schoenheit x Fem Reader

Oftentimes growing up you were lovingly called a control freak and in all honesty you probably were. That feature did seem to null a bit when you were brought to Twisted Wonderland and any kind of control you had was absolutely taken away from you as you tried to make due with your situation. 

Through all the chaos you met the love of your life: Vil Schoenheit. The first time you met him he was just a pretty face under a hood in an unfamiliar place. Now ten years later from your unexpected arrival at Night Raven you two are tying the knot. Having maintained close relationships with the friends you made at the college, Vil was always present. Even when you eventually made the decision to leave Ramshackle full-well knowing you may never return home he was there. When you were just starting to look for work for a non-magical person, he was there. And when you finally were settled he still stuck around practically screaming at you to go ahead and date him. From there it was history. 

“NO!!! YOU IDIOTS!!!! BABIES' BREATH WILL KILL US DO YOU WANT TO BE A MURDERER!”

“But it only causes slight irritation to the ski-”

“ARE YOU HEARING YOURSELF!?!?!?! YOU ABSOLUTE IMBECILE.”

You quietly sipped your tea as your supermodel fiance yelled at the wedding florists. This was the sixth time he had instigated a onesided screaming match synonymous with those bridezilla freak-outs you used to watch. Before you came to this world you were sure if you should ever be married you would be the bridezilla. Not in this case. 

“I’LL WIPE YOUR FACE OFF THE ENDS OF THIS WORLD! NOT EVEN, I’LL WIPE YOUR NAME FROM EXISTENCE–!”

Yeah, you need back up. 

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Thankfully most of the people you wanted on call were in positions to take at least a couple of times off work. 

“Rook it's so good to see you, again!” 

“Madame filou du Poison, same here!”

Exchanging the customary kisses you pulled away.

“What's with the nickname change?”

“Naturally you’ve inherited the position as his queen of poisons.”

“Oh Rook.”

“You’re making me feel like chopped liver, dear.”

“Da-Crewel!!” 

Hugging him tight recognnizing his cologne and puffy clothes. You were debating with yourself about who you wanted to walk you down the aisle and Crewel was a top runner. Next to Trein and Crowley. The former being someone who’s done this two times before and Crowley being a negligent lazy headmaster who did house you but you were still figuring it out. 

“I trust the showdog is treating you well?”

“Oh he’s perfectly fine to me…”

The two looked worriedly between each other before looking back at you. You sighed looking back to make sure your fiance was still chewing out the poor waiter.

“That's actually why I called you guys in…ah Vil’s great with design and just beauty in general but I think he’s a little stressed out so when he asks for certain things…well-”

*Crash* 

You heard the crying before you felt the waiter run past you and out the door. You turned to see the concerned faces of your help and decided to make your escape. 

“So I leave it to you guys. Oh and for reference I’m rooting for the (specific theme) theme, bye!” You walked past them making your quick escape as you watched your getaway car pull-up. 

“You still haven’t answered the question about who’s walking you down the aisle!” 

You waved to them speeding away as Vil closed in upon them.

“So this is my team. Ugh, you’ll have to do since she’s not here.”

“I’m sure I taught you better manners than that cur. Now behave!”

“Roi du Poison! You look especially cross, how about we talk over coffee.” 

“Coffee…coffee…that BRAINLESS IDIOT MESSED UP MY COFFEE!”

Oh boy aren’t we in for a treat? _____________________________________________________________

“I just had to get away. He's been so touchy since we’ve started actually planning–nope, not that one–I mean before I came here I was worried I’d be the bridezilla–yes, if it comes in a bigger size.”

“Humans like him just don’t–pearls yes or no, ok–handle the future well. Methinks you should really figure out if he’s really ready for this–Yes!!!”

You were dress shopping with your girlfriends and Lilia who oddly enough asked to be a part of it. He said something along the lines of having only sons that weren’t exactly going to settle anytime soon and you found that he was really good at picking dresses out. You took in his advice as you were dressed in one of your options. 

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“..Hey you in here?”

You knocked as you let yourself into the hotel suite Vil was staying in. Frantic and angry texts from your ‘backup’ team told you that he had another freak-out today, one that was leagues worse than what happened before. 

He was lounging in the master bedroom with a face mask and cucumbers on his eyelids. This wasn’t a face mask that he couldn’t speak with but you figured this is his payback for leaving him alone for today. You sat beside him on the bed 

“I know you didn’t like that I left you today..”

“...”

“..but I felt like maybe I was the one stressing you out.” 

You tried to search for a reaction but got nothing so you continued. 

“I just want to know if maybe this is too much for you…maybe we’re not really ready if the future is freaking you out this much…and I’m okay with it it's still early and I’m sure everyone will under-”

“Do you really think that’s why I’m angry?”

He was sitting up, cucumbers off and looking at you with cloudy eyes. You shrugged your shoulders, in turn earning an annoyed huff before he got up to clean his face in the bathroom. 

You followed him as you leaned on the doorway.

“If that’s not it, what is? It's just that you’ve been so out of character and you’ve been treating all the staff pretty horribly–”

“Did you really think I was just doing this because?” Practically scoffing while continuing his routine he looked at you through the mirror while leaning on the sink. “(Y/n) would you seriously believe I wouldn’t want our day to be perfect?! Like I would settle for nothing but perfection on this day?!’

“Well I–”

“And to believe you would want to cancel after all I’ve done to make sure our day is perfect! You think I’m scared of the future!?”

“Then what is the problem, Vil?! If it's not that, then what?! Why have you treated everyone so badly!?”

“Because they're ruining our wedding!? Don’t you want to have the perfect wedding day?!”

“But they're not trying to ruin it. Everyone has simply been trying to help and you’ve just been screaming at everyone like they're trying to kill us!” 

“Well. Maybe. They. Are.”

“...What are you talking about?” 

His face fell and he exhaled with a look of annoyance. Not with you, but with himself as he plopped onto the bed. You joined him, curling yourself onto the bed prepared for the story you knew would be coming.

“A little while back when I first decided I wanted to get a ring for you I was very very careful to not let paparazzi or really anyone know what I was doing there. I thought I had cleared everyone I would be dealing with but apparently someone was still…the first ring was laced with a poison that would have quickly killed you. On top of that there was a tracker in it.” 

You gawked at him before shaking it off. 

“How did you find out?”

Your fiance smirked as he flipped his tied up ponytail, “Rook calls me King of Poisons for a reason.” His tone shifted to the more serious one as he continued. 

“The second incident occurred just before we went to that resort. One of those spoiled potatoes leaked where preciesely you were living at the time. Granted I–ahem my team and I took care of the leak and I’ve been adament about us traveling lately in case anyone actually took them up on it. Now don’t worry I have someone watching your place its–”

He stopped as he felt the warmth and weight of you launching yourself into his arms squeezing him. He held you closer to himself as he felt your fists tighten around his robe. He could feel your lips move against the layer of silk and the vibration of your voice. 

“What did you say?”

You were still so quietly mumbling into his chest, “why did you go through that alone?” Vil immediately was overwhelmed with guilt; the concept was a vow you two had established. Thinking back to the time when he proposed and you then proposed to him getting on your knees as well. 

He promised you that he wouldn’t shoulder his responsibility alone anymore. 

He promised that the two of you would bring one another on every twist and turn that life threw at you two. 

A promise he broke letting himself go through the stress of keeping the both of you alive. You didn’t hold it against him, as you knew this was new for him. To have little to no clue as to what the next obstacle would be, especially when it was trying to kill you. You talked into the night falling asleep cuddled up next to him. 

“Next time let me know…okay?”

“I will. I will (Y/n)...”

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From that point on there was a difference. He was still incredibly intense to staff but he wasn’t sending everyone out crying. He was back to being his poise and proper self as he included you in his system of security. By the time you chose your dress you could recite the name and address of all the people working on your wedding. 

As the fated date grew closer and as Vil began to open up, a cruel reality was revealed to you. The employees or faces that do show up with incriminating backgrounds of course didn’t show up again but on your research you found they didn’t show up anywhere. Deleted social media pages, deleted comments, confidential obituaries were wiped off of the face of the known world. When you brought it up to Vil, he feigned ignorance not bothering to remember ‘the names of rotten potatoes.’ Saddled with a questionable theory you were debating if it was still right to say–

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“ I do!” 

“You may kiss the bride.” The crowd erupted in a series of whoops and hollers as your lips met with your husband. You decided that the worry would be for later and that for now you’d focus on just enjoying the day with the love of your life. The traditions commenced, cutting the cake, and throwing your bouquet; it was as magical as you two had planned it to be. 

Escaping the bustle of the commotion you snuck out of the reception to take a breather at a fountain partially shadowed in darkness illuminated by hanging lights. You were finally able to relax, slouching as you exhaled into the sky.

“I’m glad to find you out here, I wasn’t sure I’d even get to speak to you before the night was up.” 

Coming to sit beside you was your husband, still looking as stylish from the ceremony but in a rougher haze. Holding two drinks he offered one to you that you took a sip of before recalling the taste as an overwhelming sense of ease drifted through your body. 

“Vil–!?” 

He pulled you into him as you swayed looking up at him with as much confusion as you could muster. Holding you close you could feel the vibration of his voice reverberating in your ear as he uttered the incantation. 

“About the ones we found, forget about them, for me Love?”

It was a question…an honest turn of phrase that gave an out to anyone who ever consumed the potion. A choice to obey the suggestion before or to ignore it. You knew its taste and you were faced with a decision to know the real fate of anyone who crossed Vil Schoenheit or to forget. To live in your blissful ignorance as he devoted himself to your protection and happiness. 

“We said never alone again,” you held his painted face as his lips began to tremble.

You stared deep into his violet eyes as you carefully put your drink down to bring his face closer to yours. Practically nose to nose as you both let the inevitable stream of tears slightly smear your makeup. 

“You don’t have to solve this alone, I won’t let you, Vil. Because I love you, I’m not letting you shoulder this alone ever again.”

He sobbed, curling into you as you both held each other into the night with only the stars to witness the true union of (Y/n) (L/n) and Vil Schoenheit. 

[aiweirdness]

GPT-3 tries pickup lines

Once upon a time I decided to train a neural net to generate pickup lines. Once I started collecting the training data I began to regret it when I saw how awful the existing lines were. Turns out I needn’t have worried. The neural net I used was so small and clueless that its pickup lines were mostly incoherent and confusing.

You must be a tringle? Cause you’re the only thing here.

Are you a candle? Because you’re so hot of the looks with you.

I’m not on your wears, but I want to see your start.

I liked one of the pickup lines so much that it became the title of my book on AI (out in paperback in the US on March 23, 2021): “You Look Like a Thing and I Love You”

Since then, much more competent neural nets have appeared, trained on big datasets of internet text. I’ve resisted trying neural net pickup lines again, because more competent means more humanlike, which in this case means worse. Or the new neural nets might even copy existing pickup lines from internet lists, which would also be terrible. Human-written pickup lines are that bad. But with my paperback coming out, it seemed like it might be time to just try it and see.

So I started with the following prompt, for a neural net to fill in its prediction of what the rest of the article would be like: “These are the top pickup lines of 2021! Amaze your crush and get results! 1.”

I gave the prompt to the four variants of what people call GPT-3, starting with DaVinci, the largest and most-competent. Here are some of the pickup lines it generated.

DaVinci:

I'm losing my voice from all the screaming your hotness is causing me to do.

You have the most beautiful fangs I've ever seen.

I love you. I don't care if you're a doggo in a trenchcoat.

I have exactly 4 stickers. I need you to be the 5th.

I will briefly summarize the plot of Back to the Future II for you.

You have a lovely face. Can I put it on an air freshener? I want to keep your smell close to me always.

Wait, this beanie hat, is it fashionable?

You know what I like about you? Your... Long... Legs...

I once worked with a guy that looked just like you. He was a normal human with a family. Are you a normal human with a family?

You look like a stealth assassin from the clouds.

Do you like...pancakes?

Out of curiosity, did you know that you can sip and snort pumpkin spice lattes?

You look like Jesus if he were a butler in a Russian mansion.

"Your hair smells like fresh mint. It's making me think of a tasty kind of cracker, or a tasty kind of cookie. Also, it kind of looks like a tasty beverage. Would you like some?" -> You -> "....." (Accepts drink)

Next, Curie, a bit smaller than DaVinci. Curie was actually the closest to depressing online pickup line lists out of all of the GPT-3 variants, but it did generate a few interesting ones:

Curie

Your eyes are like two rainbows and a rainbow of eyes. I can't help but stare.

Picked up some pretty flowers. Wanna smell them? Here, try to take my hand off.

I'm like the ice cream...You can keep me in the freezer for a while but then I melt!

Hello, my name is Natasha Dawson and I'm sure I'm a lot prettier than a picture of you on tin foil.

You have the best French Toast I ever had!

Hey, my name is John Smith. Will you sit on my breadbox while I cook or is there some kind of speed limit on that thing?

My name is a complicated combination of 45 degrees of forward motion, 25 degrees of leftward drift, 75 degrees of upward acceleration, and infinity and that is the point where my love for you stops.

Babbage. Babbage is trying. Smaller than Curie, and not always 100% sure about what it means to be generating pickup lines. It also tends to try to explain why its pickup lines are so great.

Babbage

You're looking good today. Want snacks?

How many tattoos do you own?

It is urgent that you become a professional athlete.

I Love You, I Love You, I Love You To The confines of death and disease, the legions of earth rejoices. Woe be to the world!

Butterfly (Hop on one leg)

(In your best Albert Einstein voice) "I wouldn't change a thing."

If you see people with short hair, ask them to let you borrow it for five minutes!

"Have you stolen anything today?"

This line is used by buying a second date. One of the motivations of this line is to avoid the awkward subjectivity of asking someone what you have stolen out of their garden, tool shed, and somewhere else. You may say something like, "Hey, I've decided to steal your car and use it for a short trip from work." This is a super-casual yet shocking pickup line.

"Will you marry me?"

This is a simple one. This line is super effective for anyone. Because it's literally “will you", it is very powerful and intimate. You can do it without even being asked. You can just give a long speech about your dream of marriage, and it will be powerful to your crush.

Ada is the smallest of the GPT-3 variants, and has completely lost the plot. Here are Ada’s pickup lines:

Ada

Body Softening Pads

Limit to 1 purchase in stores

CAPE FASHION

Embroidery tags

Growler style fx

Double Duty Recycling

2017 Rugboat 2-tone Neck Tie Shirt

MONTINA

Future Pop Tarts by Tracey Thorn

Funny Nifty Sweaters – $15.99→

PROJECT CAR ALONG!

I also experimented with having DaVinci generate pickup lines to go with a story prompt about post-human AIs that were using them to flirt. Some of them turned out pretty well:

Hey baby, are your schematics compatible with this protocol?

What's the definition of a femtometer? Cause I'd like to run it through your quark 10 times.

I can tell by your red power light that you're into me.

Can I see your parts list?

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[sweetyyhippyy]

Versace on the Floor. Spencer Reid x Reader.

(Not my gif.)

Summary: After JJ and Will’s wedding, Spencer is in the mood. Spencer and reader to home and have a romantic night of sex.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

Tw: Not for readers under 18! Teasing, heavy making out, mentions of alcohol, fingering, calling Spencer daddy, lots of praising, cream pie, language.

Word count: 3.2k

A.N.: So this is based around the song Versace on the Floor by Bruno Mars. I fee like I’m kinda bad at song based fics but I had to do this 😅 I hope you enjoy!! Italicized and indented lines are the song!

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Let's take our time tonight, girl Above us all the stars are watchin' There's no place I'd rather be in this world Your eyes are where I'm lost in Underneath the chandelier We're dancin' all alone There's no reason to hide What we're feelin' inside Right now

The team watched, hearts full and smiles on their faces as JJ and Will stood under the beautiful flower altar, exchanging their vows and wedding rings with Henry between them.

Spencer wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you close to his body and pressing a kiss to your head. You melt into his side and rest your head on his shoulder, the perfect little shelf for you. You could feel his thumb slowly going back and forth against your side making you shiver and give him a look out of the corner of your eye.

As Will and JJ kiss, everyone claps and cheers, the officiator announcing them officially as husband and wife.

There was a beautiful dinner planned, full of lots of white wine for toasting and drinking, and lots of talking, laughing and good times. The whole dinner, Spencer’s hand never left your thigh, it was completely innocent as far as where his hand was placed, but she knew that he had other intentions deep down.

There was a bit of back and forth teasing while the two of you got ready for the wedding. He knew what seed you were planting when you asked Spencer if he could see any panty lines on your dress, and when he said yes, you slid your panties off immediately, and walked out of the room, making Spencer's head spin. To get his revenge on you in the least obvious way possible, he kept his hands on your waist the entire time you tied his bowtie, giving you a squeeze here and there until you finished. You already had a thing for ties in general, and for some reason it got you going when he let you tie his tie for him.

You held your hand out to Spencer, standing up from your chair. “Come dance with me?”

Spencer smiles up at you and takes your hand, leading to the makeshift dance floor in Rossi’s backyard, the yard lit up by beautiful lantern lights up above them.

You wrap both your arms around his neck, both of you lovingly looking into each other’s eyes as you sway back and forth to the soft music playing in the back.

“You are so beautiful, you know that?” Spencer says warmly. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, handsome.” You reply, gingerly kissing his lips.

The hold you two had turned into Spencer hugging you against him tightly, his head resting on your shoulder in turn. It was as if nobody else was around at the moment, in their mind it was just the two of them holding one another in complete bliss.

“You know I only want you, baby? I want you for the rest of my life.” Spencer says in your ear.

You let out a breathy laugh and rub your nails against his back. “You only want me? Forever? Are you sure? Forever is a long time, Spence.”

Spencer lifts his head up and looks into your eyes, his heart fluttering as you stare back at him. “Yes, I have never been so sure about anything.”

“Well I want you forever. If you think you can handle and keep up with me forever.”

Spencer bites his bottom lip to fight the smile threatening to surface. “The real question is whether or not you can handle me forever, pretty girl.”

“Why don’t we find out? You want to get out of here?”

Spencer nods his head and both of you go around the party saying bye to the rest of the team before walking out to their car. Before you get in the car, you feel Spencer come behind you, wrapping himself around your body, dropping his head down to kiss your bare shoulder.

“Starting off with a taste of what I’m going to get tonight?” You remark, your eyes fluttering closed as he continues to pepper your skin with his lips.

“I can’t help it.” He says simply.

“The sooner we get home is the sooner we can play.”

Spencer pulls back from your skin and opens the car door for you, closing it once you settle in the seat.

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So baby let's just turn down the lights And close the door Oooh I love that dress But you won't need it anymore No you won't need it no more Let's just kiss 'til we're naked, baby Versace on the floor

Spencer wanted to pounce on you the second you walked through the doorway into the house you two shared, and have his way with you on the couch, the kitchen counter, even on the dining room table. But his hands instead found their way to your hips as you walked through the hallway, pulling your back against his chest, his hands clinging to your body tightly.

“I love you.” He rasps, kissing the spot below your ear.

“I love you more.”

You walk into the bedroom together, Spencer still wrapped around your waist as he kicks the door behind you shut. His fingers find the straps of your dress and pull them down your shoulder, not missing an inch of skin with his lips. Your whole body shivered as you felt the stubble on his face rub against your skin, loving how it scratched against you.

“I do love that dress, and how it looks on your body, pretty girl.” He whispers, his hands raking over your body as he feels your entire torso. “But I think it’ll look even better on the floor.”

You hum in response, reaching your arm up to find his hair and wrap your fingers around the curls. Your whole body was buzzing; from the alcohol you were drinking earlier as well as Spencer’s touch, as the soft kisses continued in the middle of the room, there was nothing that you loved more than how soft Spencer could be with you.

Spencer pulls his head back and ushers you to the bed, instructing you to lay down and wait for him.

You watched as he kicked his shoes off and walked over to the dresser on the other side of the room, pulling the lighter out and lighting the plethora of candles you had one by one. The dark room lit up dimly as Spencer strategically placed the candles on both sides of their bedside tables. You smile as Spencer walks back to the bed, crawling up to you and dropping his head down to kiss your lips again.

Both of you were rolling around the bed, making out, heavily with one another. You managed to wrap your legs around Spencer’s waist, bringing him closer to you as he started to press his crotch against you, feeling how painfully hard he already was.

“I want you so bad, pretty girl.” Spencer whispers.

“I want you too, but I really want you naked. Sit up, babe.” You say, unraveling your legs from him.

He quickly gets up, watching as you pull at his bow tie and throw it off to the side of the bed. You slowly undo his buttons, your eyes not detouring from his. Once you reach the last button, you tug the white button up shirt up out of his pants and throw it out of the way too, leaving him in just his pants.

“You are so handsome, Spencer. I can’t believe you love me.” You praise, touching his body lightly.

“I should be the one saying that I can’t believe you love me. I’m so lucky.” His eyes were soft as he looked down at you. “Tonight is going to be about you, okay? I’m going to take care of you.”

You nod your head and pull him back down to kiss you. You two could have gladly kissed all night, but it was inevitable that with all of the touching and the clothes coming off that things were going to get hot and heavy.

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Oooh take it off for me, for me, for me, for me now, girl I unzip the back to watch it fall While I kiss your neck and shoulders

“Sit on the edge of the bed.” You instruct, rolling off the bed.

Spencer follows your directions happily, sitting right at the edge of the bed and glues his eyes on you as you hook your phone up to the speaker and start a playlist you and Spencer had come up with for sexy time. He couldn’t help but take his cock in his hand and begin to stoke it as you took your hair down out of its bun and let your hair fall down your back and scratch your scalp softly.

You finally walk over to Spencer, putting both of your hands on his thighs and pressing a light kiss to his lips. “You want me to strip for you?” You ask, making soft eyes at him.

Spencer nods his head quickly, licking his lips. His mind was mush, there was no way he could form actual, coherent words. His IQ was no longer 187, he was lucky if it was at 18 at this moment. You two had been a couple for 5 years and it still made him giddy to see you naked.

You smile at him before you turn around, swaying your hips to the beat of the music playing in the back, dropping down low into Spencer’s bare lap and teasing his throbbing cock by slowly grazing over it with your ass.

Spencer had never been more focused on anything in his life as hard as he was focused on your whole body. He watched the way you pushed your hair to one side of your shoulder and turned your head back to look at him as you danced. You were mouthing the words to the song with a sexy smile on your face. Your eyes were soft and innocent, but he could almost see the fire deep in them; the same fire that was in them every time you two got hot and heavy.

Spencer’s hands travel up your back, taking the zipper and pulling it down slowly as you grind against his lap. Once he hits the base of the zipper he slides the top down your chest and stops at your stomach. “Stand up, sweetheart.”

You stand up, your back still turned to him. Spencer helps you slide the dress off your torso and lets it fall and pool at your feet. Immediately his lips ghost against your neck, biting softly at the skin as he travels to your shoulder, his thumb stroking the other side. His hand cups one of your breasts, stroking your nipple to make it hard.

You giggle as his fingers continue to play with your nipple, your eyes fluttering closed. “That feels good.” You hum.

“You know what’ll feel even better?” Spencer whispers in your ear, pressing one more kiss to your cheek. His fingertips drag down your bare stomach, slowly trailing down to your pussy, not yet touching your clit but rubbing the skin just above it.

“Spence.” You whine, melting into his body. “More, please.”

“Whatever you want, pretty girl.” He responds, sliding his fingers into your folds and massaging your clit slowly.  

“Fuck.” You shakily moan, gripping his arm and digging your nails into his skin. “That feels so fucking good.”

“Do you want me to make you cum, pretty girl? You want daddy to make you cum?”

You moan at the bedroom name, nodding your head in response. “Yes. Yes, keep touching me, make me cum, daddy.” You emphasize the name, moaning it out loudly.

“You want to marry me? You love me that much to spend the rest of your life with me? Be my wife?”

You didn’t know where this was coming from, and maybe it was the endorphins swimming around in your head from all the touch, or maybe it was the wine, but the thought sounded nice. “And if I do?” You respond.

“I will propose to you right now, y/n.”

You were in pure ecstasy as Spencer’s pace picked up on your clit, the sound of how wet you were against his fingers filled the room and was beyond obscene. The knot in your stomach tightened as you felt your pussy clench harshly, you were close and Spencer showed no signs of mercy.

“Spence, I’m going to cum.” You whimper, grinding your core against him to get more friction. “I’m going to cum.” You repeat.

“Go ahead, pretty girl. Cum on my fingers.”

With a few more circles around your clit, your body explodes, loud pleasurable moans falling from your mouth as you try to stay up against Spencer. You whine his name repeatedly, incoherently spouting “I love yous” as you come down from your high.

Spencer’s circles around your clit become lighter and more lazy as he feels you relax against him. “That’s my girl.” Spencer coos, kissing your cheek. “On the bed.”

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No don't be afraid to show it off I'll be right here ready to hold you Girl you know you're perfect from Your head down to your heels

You watch as he pumps his cock a few times before throwing your legs up onto his shoulders. You take the shaft of his cock into your hand and rub it against your clit, both of you moaning in unison.

“Spence.” You breathe out, running your free hand up his arm and over his bare chest, running your fingertips down to his stomach. “Baby I love you.”

He drops his head down, kissing your bare skin, holding your hips firmly and worshipping your body. “You are so perfect, sweetheart. Every single inch of you is flawless.” Spencer coos.

“Fuck me, Spencer, please.” You beg, you couldn’t take the teasing anymore, you needed him.

Spencer finally slides into you, taking a minute to gather his thoughts as he feels how soft and wet you were for him. He lays on top of you, thrusting in a staggered pace. He puts his arm under you, holding you close to his chest as he rutt into you harshly, finding a good pace once the clouds dispersed in his brain.

Your hand finds their way to his curls, holding his head close to your neck. The way his breath felt against your skin sent shivers down your spine. And his choked back moans sounded like music to your ears. You wanted this moment to last forever, you wanted to last forever with Spencer.

Spencer sits up onto his knees, not daring to pull out of you as he settles, pushing your legs back against you, gripping your thigh tightly. “You want to be mine?” Spencer asks, his eyes focused on hours.

“I already am yours, Spencer. I’m your girl.” You sputter out.

“You know what I mean, pretty girl.”

“Spencer Reid, I know you’re not proposing to me while you are fucking me.” You tease, giving him a laugh.

Spencer smiles down at you, licking his bottom lip. “No never.” He remarks. His thumb finds your clit, rubbing it slowly.  

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Can you feel it, baby? It's warmin' up Oh, seems like you're ready for more, more, more Let's just kiss 'til we're naked Versace on the floor

Your head rolls back on the pillow as you feel your walls flood around his cock. “Fuck daddy, that feels so… fucking good, please don’t stop.” You plead, taking his free hand and leading it to your throat. Even though you two were having a change of pace with slow romantic sex, you still needed a bit of roughness in the mix.

Spencer’s hand clenches around your throat softly, watching as you open your mouth slightly and gasp at the feeling.

“Harder, it’s okay.” You moan.

Spencer obliges, applying more pressure to your neck and to your clit. You were a mess underneath him, eyes rolled back in your head and loud whimpering moans filling the room along with his skin slapping against yours.

“You’re going to make me cum again.” You pant out, sinking your nails into his thigh. “I want to-fuck-cum on your cock, daddy, I want you to feel it.”

“Yeah, pretty girl, yeah cum on my cock. I love how it feels when you clench around me.”

All it takes is a few more thrusts before you fall apart under him, whimpering as Spencer still was rubbing your now sensitive clit, making you jump at the sensitivity. Spencer lets go of your throat and lightly rubs it.

“You’re so pretty when you cum, sweetheart.” Spencer grunts, feeling how well you clenched around his cock and how sexy his name sounded as you moaned it out. He could feel his own end coming close. His mind raced as he tried to fight his orgasm back, trying to last a little longer for you, but he was too far gone.

You watched as Spencer’s face softened, his eyes screwed shut and his mouth falling open as he ruts into you harder. “Cum in me, daddy please. I want it in me, fuck please.” You beg, wrapping your legs back around him.

Spencer drops his body onto yours, his head settling in between your shoulder and neck, he was just as much a mess as you were moments ago. He kisses your skin again as you feel him spill into you, letting out a throaty grunt.

Both of you lay there, drunk on each other still. You rub his back that was slightly coated in sweat, waiting for him to come back to life.

“Baby, are you alive?” You poke, combing his hair back on his head.

Spencer laughs and picks his head up resting it on your forehead. “I’m good. Are you?”

You kiss his lips and nod your head. “I’m very good. Let’s get cleaned up, we need our cuddles.”

You both head to the bathroom to clean up, Spencer still being very touchy, feely with you as you washed your face after using the bathroom. You stare back at him through the mirror with a smile on your face.

Spencer chuckles, wrapping his arms around your waist. “What?”

“Ask me.”

Spencer cocks his head to the side, much like a puppy, and gives you a confused look.

“Ask you?”

You nod your head and turn around. “Ask me what you wanted to ask me while we were having sex… unless you didn’t mean it.”

“No, no, no, baby I-I meant it. I was just confused. Just, hold on. Wait here.” Spencer leaves the bathroom and walks back to the bedroom.

You don’t listen to him and follow him out to the bedroom, grabbing a fresh pair of underwear and a big shirt and slipping it on your body.

Spencer pops out of the closet with something in his hand. “I thought I told you to stay?” Cocking his eyebrow at you.

You grin and sit on the bed. “You know I’m not a very good listener.”

Spencer walks over with a smile on his face, sitting on the edge of the bed near you. “I love you with my whole heart, y/n. And I want to be with you for the rest of my life, maybe even longer. You make me the happiest I’ve ever been in my entire life, sweetheart. Will you marry me?” Spencer opens the velvet box revealing a ring.

“Wait, did you have this ring the whole time?” You ask.

“I’ve had it for about a month. I’ve been trying to find the right time to do it. But then the case ran so long and I forgot the box here. I didn’t think I would be proposing to you after sex but here we are.” He laughs. “So will you?”

“Yes, I’ll marry you.” You whisper, kissing his lips deeply.

Spencer smiles at you, removing the ring from the box and slipping it on your ring finger. “It looks good.”

“You know, we need to celebrate the fact that we’re engaged.” You smile deviously at him.

“You can go again?” Spencer asks in disbelief.

“Get a girlfriend with a high sex drive, they said.” You say, crawling up into his lap and straddling him. “It’ll be so much fun, they said.” You tease, kissing him again. 

[darkdevasofdestruction]

An Angel and A Demon ~ Pyramid Head x Reader

Update 2: My laptop restarted when I was in the middle of writing this, and trust me when I say it, I am positively pissed off, and I want to end my days, that's how bad of a day this was.

And I didn't leave the house.

That says a lot about today...

Update 1: But, without further ado, I was half-way writing this story, and I received this ask, and let me tell you...

helloooo, i absolutely adored the fanfics you wrote about kazan and danny🥺 could i request one where pyramid head is just really whipped for and in love with the survivor! reader but he doesnt know how to announce it to them so he brings her random ,,gifts" in and outside the trials and protecting her bc well, im pretty sure he cant speak so he doesnt really have any other options on how to express his feelings??

I live for it.

Bless you for sending me this, it's the reason I'm still sane right now.

I love you, baby-cakes.

Update 3: I want to kill myself so bad. Just smash my head on a wall until it explodes or sth. I was so happy with how this imagine turned out, only fuck fucking tumblr to just fucking delete EVERYTHING just as I was about to put the last gif and hit POST NOW.

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For the 5th time writing this :

FUCKMEDADDY - but this time - FUCKMYBRAINSOUTPLEASEIWANNADIE

Thanks.

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Hell - What was that place, anyway?

Some would describe it as an infinite ocean of flames and lava, where it's eternally melting-hot, and a bunch of hooved, horned, tailed red demons torture you with acid, with their red pitch forks, or boil you alive in their cauldron for soup. Or maybe you just get tortured by Stalin, who knows?

But never would have anyone thought that 'Hell' could look so...Normal. Well, normal in a very demolished, desolate, ravished way, but still...Normal, by human standards. Albeit, the never-ending loop of madness, anguish, agony and desperation of getting killed in different gruesome ways or fleeing for their lives and feeling a myriad of emotions pumping adrenaline through their veins so badly that their anxiety-meter skyrocketed to abnormal levels.

All this darkness, this hatred, this...Everything...It changed all the survivors. They became selfish, stubborn, rude, some even went as far as to sacrifice their fellow survivors in trials, just so they could survive. It was a complete mayhem that defied all kinds of reason, normality, morality or even ethics. Everyone became devoid of any laws that used to bind them to their humane sides, and now, you weren't sure if the killers were saner than the survivors or not.

But even in this abyss where you couldn't even see your hand in front of your very eyes, there was a little star - A beautiful angel radiating brightness and warmth, someone who was somehow able to guide everyone's straying souls with her benevolence.

In reality, she was merely a survivor, not the little lantern from an angler fish's head, but she treated everyone with such an untainted kindness...It was beautiful, and yet, unrequited for most parts. Everyone was still putting their own lives above all - And who could condemn them? - Perhaps their cowardice, for the girl preferred to save her fellow survivors as much as possible, even if that oftentimes assured her place on the hook, to be a sacrificial lamb for the Entity.

On the other hand, she rarely ended up on the hook - Most killers prefer to kill her themselves, instead of letting her become pray for the horrible Entity who tortured so many of them for refusing to cooperate - The Trapper, Evan MacMillan - He knew the best, with those hooks digging into his flesh, impossible to extract. He was the first to protect this girl. It wasn't much, but if he had to, he'd rather give her a swift, painless death, than seeing her without that serene, angelic smile on her face, as the Entity feeds on the last bits of her soul's beauty, the last parts of her humanity.

The other Killers were confused at the Trapper's actions, but little by little, they began to understand why this girl was so precious and special - And this domino effect hit Rin Yamaoka next, with Y/N stopping in the middle of a chase and taking off her jacket, just as Rin was about to butcher her with her katana, and she smiled, extending it to her. 'You must be cold' she said, realising that the Spirit was merely wearing a few bandages, not even her school uniform, or her kimono.

The ghost girl was shaken up by this, and told the others at the killer camp, but they just shrugged it off - Rin was a little girl who faced close to no kindness, they weren't surprised she was so taken aback by such a feat. That is, until Adiris, in a particularly terrible day, when everyone at the camp was staying away from her, as her profane censer wasn't able to cover the stench of rotting flesh - Y/N came over, taking out a small yet elegant glass bottle with pink liquid on it, spraying some on her - And now, The Plague smelled of roses and vanilla - 'You can come to me for perfume whenever you want, I always carry some with me!' she grinned at the Babylonian High Priestess, before leaving back to the survivor's camp site, leaving the ancient God symbol to stare with her mouth agape at the girl.

These words began to spread, and it was no surprise when the killers saw Susie clinging and begging her Legion friends to spare Y/N, for she was there to hug away her worries more than once, to tell her sweet words, to play with her hair and play the guitar whatever songs she wanted to hear, to get reminded of her home - She was so home sick that she freaked out, but now she was better, thanks to Y/N - 'I know you miss home, but sometimes, home is where your best friends are, and all three of them are here!' she tried to encourage the cute pink-haired girl who could only squeal and hug her new friend.

Even Ghostface wasn't exempt from falling to her charms, and they would often take silly selfies and mess around, making fun of the old horror movie tropes and doing lots of puns and pranks - So much that she even got his trust to be told about the Danny/Jed thing, and how he began his killer profession - 'You're a very talented photographer, Danny! You deserved all that recognition you got, both as a journalist, and as a killer!'

And very soon, Y/N found herself in the crushing arms of an overprotective Anna, humming her mother's lullaby together with walking through the forest, Y/N making flower crows for all the female killers at the camp site, and little by little, she somehow managed to worm her way under everyone's skins.

Y/N was the survivor with the highest survivability percentage, and maybe the Entity sometimes got pissed off, but at least she still got killed sometimes, so who cares? Well, that was soon to change as soon as a new Killer was added to this sick game - Pyramid Head, the terror of Silent Hill, as Cheryl, the new Survivor, called him - or The Executioner, as he was known now. He was ruthless, merciless, grotesque - He had his own criteria of killing, his own moral compass, ethics, conscience and understanding of the concept of life and death. Nothing that could compare to the visions of humans, clearly - Everything was gravitating around Divine Retribution and Justice, but the from the outside, he was nothing but a killing machine.

He would kill everyone and anyone that crosses his path, without fail.

Y/N felt like her fortune ended completely the second she found herself in the new, overly cramped map, with Pyramid Head as the killer - She couldn't help but run around like a spazzic meerkat, trying to find and fix as many generators as possible, without having to get face to face with the walking hazard...

Only to run past a stuck Pyramid Head.

Slowly backtracing her steps, she saw the mountain of a man with his metal pyramid stuck in the frames a low window which he tried to walk over. He was trashing like a raged bull trying to attack a matador, but it was clear he was getting nowhere with this.

"H-Hey, u-uhm...Need some help?" she asked in a soft, careful voice, almost like a meek cat trying to test the waters, but in return, he started groaning even louder from the wrath he wanted to unleash upon the whole world. "Okay, uhm...I think I saw a can of vaseline in one of the chests around. I'll go fetch it and I'll come back for you. Don't move." she said, only to then realise how horrible that sounded, considering the situation, and it only seemed to anger the killer. "...I'm sorry, ignore me, I'm an idiot." she slapped herself pretty harshly before bolting out of there trying to find the chest.

However, Y/N cursed herself for not having perfectly memorised the whole map by heart already, since she found the vaseline can after the 3rd chest, and then, it took quite a while to find the bloody window that got the killer stuck - And by the time she got there, she was dead tired. "Okay, I'm here, I found the vaseline! Let's try to get you out of here." Y/N muttered as she put her feet on the low window pane to get to his level. "If it's not too much trouble, could you please hold onto me? I can't balance myself with both hands occupied, and I'd rather not fall." she explained as she opened the vaseline can, only to shiver as she felt two big, strong hands getting a firm grip on her hips. It was almost...Endearing, were she not too busy trying to get the killer unstuck. She kept massaging the metal edge, trying to push and pull, also praying to whatever deity that existed in her human world that she had her tetanus shot done on time - Until finally, she was able to get hear a loud screech, like a pop, and the killer got unstuck, and in the process, he stumbled backwards, while Y/N fell down on her butt.

"Ouchie..." she muttered, rubbing her back and sides to take away the pain surging through her body. "Are you okay?" she asked, almost intuitively, without realising it at first, until she heart a low grunt that brought her back to reality. "O-Oh...! You have glass shards stuck in your side! And you're bleeding too! Hold up, let me help." she hurried to his side, while the killer merely stiffened, feeling her delicate, slender fingers tracing his body, while he heaved and slouched his shoulders from the repressed wrath. "It may sting a bit, and I'm really sorry, but I promise it will be better soon." her voice was so motherly and warm, which also resonated in her actions, as she gingerly took a water bottle and imbued some tissues with it, to wipe away the blood smearing down his skin as she extracted the glass shards, and then..."This is grandma's marigold ointment. It's really good, and it smells nice." she explained as she carefully smeared a thick layer of the yellow ointment on the biggest wounds, while the little ones were covered by smiley-flower patterned plasters. They were cute, and colourful, and they never failed to make her smile. "Okay, there we go, all better! I hope you'll feel better very soon!" her voice got a tiny bit more cheerful and upbeat.

It made the Killer think about a trillion things, as he stepped in front of her, towering over her like the Empire states building next to a smiling pomeranian. What was with this girl? Why did she help a killer? And why did he feel so...Warm inside? He could sense a foreign kind of luminosity, a naivite and innocence that he only witnessed in children and animals. This woman in front of him was untainted by the darkness and evil of the world.

It didn't matter how many hardships she's been through, or how much sadness she had to endure - Her soul remained as pure as any snowdrop, as the first snow of winter, as the fleece of a baby lamb who let out its first 'meeeeh' to its mamma sheep.

He couldn't allow this human to be maimed in any way - Not by the world, not by the Entity, and certainly not by him. - Screw the Entity, Pyramind Head kills by his own rules, and now, he was blessed to be faced with a human who bore no real hatred for her peers, or for the world, despite the horrible situation she was thrown into.

He didn't understand, obviously, especially as he remembered the myriad of abominations that lurked through Silent Hill, all of them created by the torment of humans - The very torment that distorted their own reality, which resulted in him needing to solve the purpose as The Executioner - Eradicating the world of all evil.

"Th-This sword is so heavy...H-How can you carry this around like that...?! Your muscles must be so strained and sore...Y-You really need a massage, I'm sure." she stuttered as she tried to lift the much taller and heavier sword from the ground, only for the brute to simply bend and pick it up with extreme ease, putting the girl to shame with her complete lack of strength. "Hehe...You're really strong. I'm embarrassed now." she chuckled softly, scratching the back of her neck.

Before she could leave or do anything else, Pyramid Head picked her up by the throat, careful not to hurt her or restrict her air intake - I mean, how else was he supposed to carry her so he wouldn't hurt her with his metal head or sword? - and it was pretty clear she didn't feel any malevolence from him, as she clinged on his forearm, trying to keep herself up, only to be dumped on top of the hatch, as the killer pointed towards it, so she would leave.

"O-Oh...! Thank you so much! You're really kind! I really appreciate this...I-I know it probably doesn't matter much to you, since you'll be doing this over and over again with all the survivors...But I really appreciate you for your kind gesture, and I appreciate you for being so nice with me. Thank you. Take care!" her dazzling smile lit the whole place up, but he couldn't talk, nor could he tell her how he should be the one thanking her for showing him that, despite the hundreds and thousands of years he had to roam the 'Earth' and execute the injust, miracles still existed.

As soon as she reached the survivor's camp, everyone cheered for her, asking how in the world could she have escaped the wrath of the butcher. "Oh, but he wasn't that bad. In fact, he's much more humane than I anticipated! I think he has a beautiful, blooming heart!" okay, she's lost it - the other survivors thought - but even so, she's always been a bit...Out of it, so who cares?

It took quite a while for the other three survivors to reach the camp, all bloody, in fact, like the new killer, who dragged himself with the same menace to the Killers' camp. "How the hell did you manage to survive?!" they yelled at her in utter shock, seeing that she got out of there unscratched. "Oh, you see...I found the hatch." she shrugged simply, not wanting to give away that the person who massacred those three was a soft one and he basically threw her down the hatch to her safety.

As she took a twig to roast a marshmallows, she noticed how Pyramid Head was standing much farther away from the rest of the killers - She knew that silent killers were bound to stay away from the more obnoxious one, remembering how Michael Myers almost killed Ghostface and The Legion at least a dozen times - But this time...He seemed kinda...Lonely? So Y/N took the matters into her own hands, roasted another marshmallow in another twig, and when it was done, she went to the killer's camp, calling out the lonely one's name - She has no idea why, but he actually followed her, pushing her further deep into the forest, until he was sure nobody was going to hear, see or interrupt them...

"Hey. You seemed pretty lonely out there...I thought you could use a friend. Thank you again for what you did at the trial...Here, this is a marshmallow. I don't think you've had many before...Cheryl told me of that horrible place you had to live in...So I hope this will make your day a bit better!" Y/N extended one of her hands towards him, so he could take the marshmallow - And a long, black tongue erupted from underneath the pyramid, snatching away the fluffy marshmallow and gulping it in one go.

What the hell was he turning into?

A towering man built of pure muscle, wrath and divine justice, with a pyramid representing the evil of humanity burdening his body, and a sword taller and heavier than the average human being constantly dragged in one of his hand...He now was a slave to a cute, innocent girl who was putting flower plasters on his minuscule wounds that would heal in a heartbeat regardless - He saved this girl who was now offering his these soft, squishy things that tasted overly sugarly, just like her upbeat and cheerful personality - If he could eat her, he was sure she would taste even sweeter than this - A sickish kind of sweet, that is.

She was indeed a beautiful angel in this tragic hell. But he didn't wait to snatch the second marshmallow either.

"Ah...! You liked it, didn't you? Well...Next time, I promise I'll give you more!" she grinned at him the same way a princess would to her chivalrous knight who saved her. The since he couldn't talk, silence took over them - It wasn't an uncomfortable one, per se, but it made it feel as if the conversation was over. "W-Well...I'll guess I'll see you around! Take care and I hope to see you again soon!" she waved cutely, trying to turn around back to her camp, only to feel a rough hand on her shoulder, turning her around and urging her to stop and wait for him and he went deep into the forest, leaving her alone and undefended by the potential malevolent forces of the forest.

When he returned, however, he stepped right in front of her, creating the perfect shade as he towered over her - Then he kneeled in front of her, so he would reach her eye sight, then he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and put a beautiful pink flower - As pink as the blush that started creeping on her face - He wanted to see her luminous face better, to highlight her dazzling smile and her glimmering eyes as the warm, silver light of the mother moon caressed her face.

Y/N felt her heart picking up the pace - It was beating so much faster than ever before - But this time, it wasn't out of fear or anything negative...It was something good. Something she never felt in her life, especially with her human acquaintances from back home. None was as chivalrous and gentle with her as this butcher of tormented souls - The bringer of justice, the merciless Executioner who was supposed to end the life of every living being that would cross his path.

It was insane how every Yin finds its Yang, even if that comes in the form of a little lamb of a small, frail girl, and a huge abomination of a brute man who knows nothing but death, bloodshed and carnage. It was truly crazy how opposites attract, and here she was, holding the killers large hands and gingerly putting them on her face, leaning into his touch - She felt safer now than ever in her life - Now, in the arms of an ancient killer.

An Angel and A Demon brought together in a perfect union.

As she leaned down, she touched the metal of the pyramid where she anticipated his forehead would be with her own forehead, and closing her eyes, she finally felt herself calming down. There was no need for words, actions spoke louder than anything, and she appreciated it...She appreciated him.

"Thank you." she whispered to him, knowing that yes, even though nobody else would hear it anyway, it was much more intimate than anything she ever experienced.

She was hooked.

Hope you liked my completely shameless pun, I couldn't stop it, especially after the pain I went through trying to write this...3 freaking times.

Yay.

[parkersroses]

stupid boy. | harry styles.

summary: Harry comes to his senses and realises it's been you all this time. a continuation of stupid girl.

wc: 4.1k

warning(s): minor angst and some fluff!

a/n: (disclaimer: gif belongs to @oneandonlycheshirecat​) ahhh i hope you guys like this as much as the first part! do lmk what you think of it, reblog (!!) & comment, let's talk about it! here's my ko-fi if you consider donating and supporting me more. all my love to you all <3

Harry finds himself staring down at his black coffee, watching it swirl as he stirs his spoon around. The spoon makes clinking sounds as it moves against the rim of the cup and he hears it scraping against the bottom of it.

It’s generally calm in the coffee shop he’s in. The baristas are bustling around behind the counter and sounds of the coffee machines being used are elicited. He hears the sound of the register as the customers pay and the cashier thanking them, proceeding to greet the next customer. People are sat in their own spaces, minding their own things like gossip or struggling to finish up an assignment.

Harry sat in a booth next to the glass window of the shop. He finds himself not paying that much attention to the world around him, instead just staring out through the window he sits next to. His mind is a blur and he sort of forgets why he was out in the first place.

He gently sips on his hot black coffee. The warm bitter taste sitting on his taste buds. You once told him what a monster he was when he told you it’s the only way to drink coffee. You disagree because you couldn’t handle the taste, opting for steamed milk in your coffee. He smiles at the memory of the little things you both would disagree on.

He hasn’t seen you or spoken to you in a while. In fact, he doesn’t know if he should. He doesn’t know if you would want to see him or talk to him. He wonders what are you doing at the moment.

He’s been thinking about everything that has happened between the two of you since that night. How he believes it may have been his fault that the friendship is possibly ruined.

What is he supposed to say anyway? What should he say? He’s never realised how his own best friend was in love with him. He realises now of how stupid and selfish he was to not even consider her feelings when he first suggested they would start fake dating.

He convinces himself that he is still hopelessly in love with Amber. Well, at least he thinks he is. He’s not even sure of his own feelings anymore.

At first, he was so sure about his feelings for Amber. He thought of the plan going so well, convincing everyone including her that you both are in love, that maybe some jealousy might spark from her and tell him ‘Hey, I still love you too.’ Then, that night happened and everything about winning Amber back went out of the window.

He thinks about you a lot and sometimes wonders if you do the same. And he misses you. He really misses you.

He misses the way you tease him for even the smallest things. He misses talking to you about writing music because you are usually his confidant who always motivated him to write what he likes. He misses your laughter and how you throw your head back like a little kid, how you’d even apologise for having an ugly laugh when he always thought it was adorable.

Yeah, he misses you a lot. He asks himself whether she feels the same. Whether she too is somehow feeling alone, not knowing if the other wants anything to do with you or even speak to you at all. He hopes that you don’t think it’s all your fault.

After all, he was the selfish, blind and stupid one.

“Harry,” a soft-spoken voice pulls him out of his thoughts. He looks up and smiles at the person he’s been meaning to talk to. Maybe she could somehow help him figure out his feelings.

“Amber, hi.” He stands from his seat, giving her a small hug. He gestures to her the seat in front of him and she gladly sits. It doesn’t seem as awkward as he expected.

“Quite surprised you wanted to meet, actually,” she confesses to him, chuckling a bit. He rubs the back of his head in a nervous manner. A waiter comes by to take her order and she politely asks for a latte.

Funny, you like lattes. No wonder you got along with her, he guesses.

“Yeah. I’m sorry for calling you out of the blue like this,” he apologises. She waves her hand in front of him, telling him it’s all good. “It’s fine. It’s great seeing you again,” she tells him.

“So, how’ve you been since I last saw you?” He enquires.

“Oh, I’ve been alright. Work has been good. Nothing major goes on, unlike you, superstar,” she jokes and they both laugh at this. “That’s great to hear. I’m really happy for you.” She smiles to thank him and the waiter comes back again with her drink.

He is itching to ask her this and hopes it doesn’t come out as too forward or invasive. “Um, what about your friend? The one you brought with you the other week we met?” He asks, his head is slightly tilted down as if he’s scared to make eye contact with her after that question.

“Oh, yeah! He’s great! He really enjoyed meeting you guys, by the way!” Her face lights up when she talks about him and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Harry. “Never asked this then, but how did you guys meet?” He curiously asks.

Her face blushes at this. “Um, we met at work actually. Met him on my first day and taught me some things here and there about the place. We have become quite close since then.” She tells him, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. “We, uh, have been on a couple dates. So yeah, that’s something that’s been going on.”

Naturally, Harry would ultimately feel jealous that the girl he still loves has her eye and heart on another man. But it doesn’t feel that way. He didn’t feel jealousy running through his veins at this. He didn’t feel sadness at the fact that she’s probably moved on.

“That’s great, Am. M’happy for you,” he tells her. And he genuinely means it now.

She thanks him and sips on her drink. “What about you and Y/N? How’s the love life going on with you two?” She teases, wiggling her eyebrows at him. He lets out a sad laugh at this. “Yeah, um. Not that great at the moment.”

“Oh?” She frowns at this.

“We, um, I guess we sort of broke up.” He says unsurely.

“You guess?”

He sighs. “We had an argument over something. We both got upset. Haven’t seen or even talked to her for a while now.”

His gaze is averted down at the table where his black coffee is at. It seems that even talking about brings feelings of guilt filling up his body.

“I’m sorry about that, Harry.” Amber looks at him, seeing how small and sad he looks. It’s clear for her to see how he regrets the argument.

“I just don’t know what to say to make things better. Feel like I might say something wrong again.” He sighs, feeling frustrated with himself.

Amber thinks for a moment on how to help him. “Well, what do you feel right now?”

Harry’s eyebrows furrow for a second. “I’m upset. Upset that I haven’t spoken to her. Upset that I don’t know what she’s feeling right now or how she's doing. Upset that everything is my fault. I don’t know how to help or fix us.” He breathes out.

“And you haven’t reached out to her yet?”

He shakes his head, almost feeling ashamed that he hasn’t. “No. Don’t know what I’d say if she would listen to me.”

Frustration is building up and his emotions are going haywire. He’s mad at how he’s ruined things with his best friend and how his own selfishness was the root of it.

Amber is quiet for a moment. She feels sad for him that he’s feeling this way. She thinks of how much he really cares for you, loves you even. And that he’ll do anything to fix whatever that’s left between you two. But one thing she knows about Harry is that he doesn’t give up easily on the people he really loves.

“Well, do you love her?” She asks. Harry lifts his head up so fast at the question.

“What?”

“Harry, do you love her?”

Harry has to pause and think. Of course, he loves you. You’re his best friend, his confidant for nearly everything he does.

He loves you even though you drink your tea with milk sometimes. He loves you even when you buy books despite not yet finishing the ones you have on your shelf. He loves you even when you sometimes put him before you for everything.

He loves your laughter. He loves holding your hand because of how warm and comforting it is. He loves holding you because you tend to hold him tighter, especially when he’s had a bad day and confided in you when he and Amber broke up. He loves calling you cute pet names because he enjoys seeing your cheeks heat up in embarrassment but he does it anyway as it just seems so natural to do it. And you’re beautiful. So, so beautiful. 

He thinks about the way you are and how you’ve always been the one person that always supported him. He loves you in many ways he could possibly think of. And it’s just like that, he realises he was never still in love with Amber. Even during the times where he’d want her to look at you two when you fake-dated. Even after that night, he always thought of you and never once tried to plan to pursue Amber. He never cared about that anymore. All he thought about is you. You. You. You.

He always wanted to see you, smiling and laughing. He always so naturally called you ‘baby’ and ‘love’.

He had you all this time.

He’s in love with you.

He gasps as he realises this. Amber is still staring at him, waiting for his answer. “I do,” he finally speaks. And she smiles at his answer.

“I do love her.” He says it confidently and surely.

She nods, and it’s written all over his face that he’s in love with her. “Then, you should tell her that. Swallow up your pride. Apologise. Chase after her.”

Harry swallows the lump in his throat. She grabs his hand from across the table. He used to think that sparks would fly when he’s with her. But he doesn’t feel like that with her anymore. He just wants you and only you. That is, if you’ll have him.

“Harry,” she starts. “I know she loves you too. She’ll forgive you if you talk it out.” And he believes it.

Without a moment to waste, he gets up from his table. He apologises profusely but thanks her and tells her he’ll pay for the drinks, in which she tells him not to worry so much.

As he rushes out the door, Amber watches him and smiles to herself. She hopes for the best for the two of you. Even from the look on his face, she knew.

It’s always been you.

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Knocks on your door pull you out from your thoughts. The last couple of days had your emotions going on a rollercoaster ride. You figured it was easier to just sit and journal anything and everything your mind has to say.

To your knowledge, you weren’t really expecting anyone. Unless, it’s a package of something you might have impulsively purchased the other day to cope with your loneliness and sadness.

You often wonder whether you have ruined your friendship with Harry. You miss him, you always do. You still love him even though he can be clueless at times. But you guess that’s what makes Harry, Harry.

You wonder whether he feels the same.

You’ve been plucking up the courage to call him and ask how he's been doing, failing miserably at the thought that he might not want to talk about it. God, you really need to come through if he’s not going to, you think.

You wait for a moment to see if the knocks would continue, and they don't at first. You shrug at yourself and focus back on the journal entry you’re writing on before a couple more knocks come in.

You sigh, throwing your head back as your moment of peace is ruined. You stand and make your way to the door, not bothering to clean yourself up, though you thought you look pretty decent. Dark sweatpants and a slightly oversized graphic tee.

Yeah, not bad for someone who’s been moping about her best friend who she’s in love with and possibly ruined it.

The person is still knocking on your door and you’re getting slightly irritated. You unlock the door and open it, ready to tell the person off when you stop before the words could come out.

“Harry?”

He stands there, dressed in a vintage tee and a pair of jeans. The shirt looks a bit small on him which makes it hug his chest and biceps. His tattoos are on display as they’re scattered all over his skin. You still think he looks good and attractive. Why the hell are you so whipped for this man?

He has a bag in his hands and you notice it’s food from the Mexican restaurant you love going to together. He even has a small bouquet of your favourite flowers. His face has a small yet nervous smile etched on it. If you weren’t having such a tough exterior put up, you think you might’ve cried. Not yet, though.

“Hi,” he says. And you realise how much you miss hearing his voice in person.

“Hey.” You stare at him for a moment before realising he was probably waiting to come in.

“Please! Come in!” You politely usher him in as you open your door wider for him. He thanks you as he walks in, not forgetting to talk off his shoes by the door, arranging them neatly next to your shoes like he always does.

He looks around your place, fidgeting on his feet like it’s the first time he’s been in here. You clear your throat to catch his attention. “Um, I brought food.” He lifts the bag in front of you and you chuckle. “I can see that,” you tell him as you take the bag from his hands. Harry follows behind you as you go to set the bag on your kitchen counter.

You turn around to look around to look at him, your eyes falling on the flowers he has. “Oh, uh, for you.” He thrusts them into your hand and you smile at the gesture. “Thanks,” you say softly as you breathe in the floral scent. You turn to your kitchen to find an empty vase to put the flowers in.

He scratches the back of his head in a nervous manner. “Um, I’m sorry for just showing up like this. I just wanted to see you. And I thought we could have some lunch together so I brought food too.”

You nod at his words. He’s still fidgeting in his place, looking nervous and almost shaking. “Harry, just relax. It’s just me,” you comfort him as you lay a hand on his arm gently. He nods and lets out a breath. “Sorry, um, I was nervous that you might not want to see me again.”

You frown at this. “Harry, I’ll always want to see you,” you tell him. “Yeah, I just thought, after that night, I might’ve ruined things between us,” he breathes out.

The corner of your lips lift up slightly at the man in front of you. Your eyes avert to the floor beneath. “If it’s anything, I thought I might’ve ruined things between us.” He frowns at this.

“Hey.” He’s itching to grab your hand, wanting to feel the warmth of your touch, but he doesn’t want to scare you off. “You definitely didn’t do anything other than being honest. I promise.”

You sigh at him. “Harry, we don’t have to talk about it. We can just pretend everything is fine.”

“No!”

His sudden tone takes you by surprise and you raise an eyebrow. He almost cowers back after realising this. “I’m sorry. Shouldn't have yelled like that.” He takes in a breath. “I just feel like I should say something. I mean, I've been thinking a lot about what I was going to say when I came over, so,” he trails off, looking at you still. He takes a moment to realise how pretty and beautiful you are. He doesn’t know why it took him so long to realise how in love he is with her.

“Okay.” You tell him and you almost get deja vu from the time you agree to fake-date him.

He lets out a big breath. “Okay, uh,” he exhales. “I just want to say I’m sorry first. For not really considering how you might feel when we did what we did. I should’ve made sure you were actually okay with it. I wish I knew how you actually felt about it.”

“Harry, you couldn’t have known how I felt because I never told you anything,” you tell him. “And, it’s fine. Really. I agreed to it, anyway.”

Harry nods, but his lips are in a straight line. He expects you to tell him how upset you were, but you don’t. You’re selfless enough to put his own feelings before yours when you agree to his plan. He kicks himself internally because of it.

You sense that he’s having a battle in his mind over this, so you take his hand in yours in hopes to somewhat ease what he’s feeling. He’s shocked to say the least when you do this but he instantly tightens his grip. And God, he misses holding your hand.

You clear your throat a bit. “Um, that was the first thing you wanted to say. What is the second?” You softly question him.

“Um,” he pauses. He’s looking at you and he can’t stop looking at you. He thinks carefully on his next words, not wanting to lose you if he says what he wants to.

“I’m in love with you,” he finally blurts out. He feels a slight relief in his chest after saying that.

But it’s almost like the world froze and it has become eerily quiet as he waits for your reaction. He’s starting to think that he broke you because you're staring at him in shock. He’s starting to sweat a bit because you haven't said a word.

He opens his mouth to say something, but your free hand goes up to touch his face.

“Wha-,” He’s confused as you pat around his face, concern and slight shock still etched on your face. “I’m making sure you’re not sick or burning up,” you say to him.

“What? I’m not sick!” He grabs her hand, making her pause her actions.

“Well, you’re sweating!”

“Because I’m nervous around you and you haven’t said anything!”

“You just said you’re in love with me! Sorry if I am shocked that the man I’m in love with just confessed his love to me and that I think he’s joking!” you whine at your defense.

Harry pauses for a moment before chuckling at her. He doesn’t realise how much he misses the playful banter you both have. “You silly, stupid girl,” he says, holding both of your hands. “I’m not joking. I am really, truly, stupidly, in love with you, lovie.”

There he goes, calling you pet names that might make you melt.

“You are?” You ask softly, almost not believing the words that are coming out of his mouth.

“I am.”

“You’re not just saying this, right? I’m serious, you’re playing around with me, I will-”

“I’m serious!” He throws his hand up in defense. “I promise. I, uh, thought long and hard about it. Realised how much I missed you and how I hated being away from you. Realised how much I love and care about you more than I should and I wish I realised what I felt sooner. Every day and night since the last time we saw each other, all I could think about is you and how you were feeling. Been thinking about what I wanted to say or how I wanted to apologise. And there was never a second where you weren’t constantly on my mind."

You smile at his long confession and stifle a small laugh. “You really are something else, Styles.” You tell him. “Hated being away from you too. I felt the same way, wondering how or where you’ve been. Wondering if I still had my best friend and if he still wanted me around.”

“You know I’ll always want you around.” He tells you.

“Well, I hate you for taking so long to tell me that.” You grin at him sarcastically.

“No, you don’t. You love me,” he teases you. You groan at him.

“Don’t push it.”

You both giggle at each other, feeling as though the air is clearing between you. His smile falters a bit as he studies your face. “I’m sorry for taking so long.” He holds your hand and loves the familiar warmth it gives him.

“You’re here now. That’s all that matters.” You look at your joint hands together, loving how right it feels.

“I love you,” he tells you, gazing at you lovingly. You bring a hand up to his face and caress his cheek. He sighs at the feeling, leaning into your touch as his eyes close. “I love you, too.”

You notice his eyes averting back and forth between your eyes and lips. “Are you gonna kiss me?” You say playfully. He smirks at this. “Yeah, I am. If you’ll let me.”

“Harry, if you don’t kiss me right now, I’ll-,” You’re immediately cut off as Harry grabs your face in his large hands, pressing his lips onto yours. And it feels like, finally. You sigh into the kiss, tasting the sweetness of his lips on yours. His lips feel soft like you’ve always (embarrassingly) imagined it’d be. You let out a tiny whimper as you feel his tongue enter your mouth. You gasp at this and grip on his shirt, as if telling him to not move away from you.

He moans as he pulls away, lifting your chin up. He looks at you so in awe and in love, it sends my heart bursting with so many emotions. He leans in again to kiss you, making it longer like he’s memorising the way your lips taste.

You both pull away again to catch your breath. Harry sneaks in another peck which makes you giggle and smile. You gaze on him, eyes lingering on his swollen and extra pink lips after your kiss and it makes your heart fill with pride knowing it’s because of you. His green eyes seem to sparkle more now that you think about it.

Harry lets out a chuckle, leaning his forehead on yours. You are both smiling like idiots in love. You wrap your arms around his neck and he pulls you in by your waist. You both sway a bit in your place, the feeling of love and adoration for each other lingering on.

A rumbling noise pulls you both out of the moment. He pulls away and laughs. “Was that you?” You whine in embarrassment as you bury your head in his chest. “I’m hungry and you brought food here. I’m sorry,” you mumble onto his shirt.

“Mmm, guess we should eat then, right lovie?” He says, looking down at your figure. You hum in reply as you look up at him. “Will you stay the night?”

He grins and his heart melts at the small request. “I’ll stay as long as you’ll want me to, baby.”

“I’ll always want you,” you feel your face warm up as you say this but it’s true. He kisses your forehead and your eyes close at the feeling of his lips on yours.

You both grin stupidly at each other before he leans in again to kiss you. You’re quick to react as you pull him closer. Harry takes you by surprise as he suddenly lifts you off your feet, spinning you around as you kiss. You squeal and laugh at this, it makes Harry smile as he sees you throw your head laughing. He trails his lips down to your jaw and neck, kissing lightly on it.

There’s nothing he’d ever exchange this moment for. Your laughter and the kisses you share whilst being so madly and stupidly in love.

And it just finally feels right with you and him.

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hey love ❤️ i hope you’re doing good and healthy but i was wondering if you could do a little mix!reader after she gave birth to tom and her’s child. maybe when the girls meet their niece or nephew

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The World’s Greatest Aunties

Pairing: Tom Holland x fem!reader, Little Mix x fem!reader

Summary: The girls finally get to meet Baby Holland for the first time.

Warnings: none, spelling errors?

A/n: Hey darling! Thank you so much for the request, I’m so sorry that it took so long. I took a small break from writing Tom fics and writing in general because I needed to recharge the author part of my brain😭😂 I was lacking motivation to write but I’m back now! Thank you again for the request and I hope you like it!💞

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Five pairs of eyes peered over the bassinet, a twinkle of admiration in each one. The house was quiet except for the low hums of the music that played softly in the living room. Occasionally, they would hear the light clicks and taps of Tessa’s nails against the floors. The five of them were quiet, letting out a little coo here and there when the tiny bundle in the bassinet fidgeted.

“I can’t believe you actually made a baby.” Leigh-Anne whispered, cautiously steadying her voice at a quieter tone. You all nodded, agreeing to her comment.

You glance at Tom, who was stood beside you, “We weren’t even planning on having a baby. Someone’s pull-out game was just very weak.”

Tom’s mouth gaped at your statement, a false offended look on his features. “Well, you weren’t complaining while it was happening.”

“Did you really think I’d be in the right headspace to realize how bad your pull-out game was after being railed to the bed?” You quizzed him, standing up straight and placing your hands on your hips.

Jesy’s eyes shifted between you and Tom, “Are you two really talking about how irresponsible you guys are at sex in front of the baby you both made—because of irresponsible sex?”

“But isn’t she the cutest outcome of irresponsible sex?” Perrie cooed, leaning closer to the opening of the bassinet. Tom smirks at you before slinging his arm around your shoulder, “We made a beautiful baby, didn’t we?”

“Don’t flatter yourself Thomas, I’m sure Amelia’s 90 percent (Y/n) and 10 percent you.” Jesy comments, earning her some chuckles from the rest of you except for Tom. Though they’ve know each other for years, and he’s proved himself worthy of you, that still didn’t stop Jesy from giving him a hard time. Of course, all the petty arguments were all in good fun. He’s been slowly growing on her anyway.

“Well she’s definitely got (y/n)’s lips.” Leigh-Anne observed, admiring the sweet baby from above. You leaned your head on Tom’s shoulder as you watched Amelia scrunch her tiny nose.

“But her nose, without a doubt, is Tom’s.” You point out, watching your baby snuggle into her blanket.

“Honestly, you know how some babies are just not cute when they’re first born?” Jade began, voice remaining in a whisper. A few sounds of agreement were heard amongst you all. “Amelia’s probably one of the most cutest newborns I’ve ever seen, and she’s only a few weeks old.”

Tom’s lips morph into a soft smile as he leans back down towards Amelia, “She’s gorgeous isn’t she?” His large hand creeping closer to his daughter to brush his fingers along her chubby cheeks. Though the contact of his cold digits made her jolt, causing a sob to bubble out her small body. Tom gasped, turning around to give you an apologetic look. Before the girls arrived, you had put Amelia down for a nap so she wouldn’t be fussy once the girls were over. You were planning on waiting till she woke up to properly introduce her to the girls, but things don’t always go as planned, do they?

“Oh no!” Perrie cried, moving out the way so Tom can gather Amelia into his arms. Tom held her against his chest, shushing her and slightly bouncing his body to ease her wailing.

“I’m so sorry, sunshine. Daddy didn’t mean to wake you.” He apologized, genuinely feeling bad for waking her up from her nap. He whispered comforting words into her ear, not phased by the fact that she couldn’t even understand him yet. He pressed kisses on the crown of Amelia’s head, trying to calm her down.

“Look at that, she even got your vocals too.” Jesy hummed, smiling at the crying baby against Tom’s chest. You laughed, stretching your hands out towards Tom. Just by the gesture, he knew what you meant. The two of you have only been parents for almost a month now and every single day it seemed like you were both picking up new habits—specifically parental ones. It was like the start of your relationship again, you were leaning new things about each other, but this time as parents.

“Aww, c’mere darling, momma’s got you.” You cooed as Tom helped you place her against your chest. Her tiny head was snuggled into the crook of your neck, the warmth coming from your skin soothing her. You had a hand under her bum while the other was rubbing circles onto her back. Slowly, her cries softened until they were replaced by her cute baby gurgles.

“Are you crying?” Perrie asked. You turned around to see who the question was directed to. Only to find Jesy wiping her eyes and fanning them with her hands. She shook her head trying to brush off Perrie’s question.

“Babe,” you called out to her, “Why are you crying?”

You body gently swayed side to side, trying to entertain Amelia. You all looked at Jesy, an amused yet concerned expression on all your faces. When she felt like her tears weren’t about to spill from her eyes, she tilted her head to look at you again.

“I’m just—you’re an actual mother. Like look at you, you’re so grown up.” She sniffed, eyes watering up again. Jesy and the rest of the girls were just a few years older than you. Being the youngest of the group, they’ve always been protective of you and viewed you as their younger sister. They watched you grow up into an amazing woman, watched you fall in love with Tom, and now here you were—as a mother. The sight was quite emotional.

“Aw Jess.” You walk closer to her, using one of your arms to embrace her. Jesy chokes on her laugh, “No! Don’t hug me, you’re gonna make me cry even more.”

You ignore her protests and continue to wrap your arm around her neck. Jesy allows the hug to happen, wrapping both her arms around your waist.

“It’s okay, I cried a few times too.” Tom tells her comfortingly, handing her a tissue from over your shoulder. She takes it, thanking him quietly, and dabbing her eyes. You hear some more sniffles around the room. Breaking your hug with Jesy, you look around to see Perrie, Jade, and Leigh-Anne with glossy eyes.

“Guys...” You sigh.

“It just sunk in that you’re a mum now. Like you need to take care of another human being and help them become a person and all that.” Jade summed up, blinking away tears. Tom took it upon himself to wordlessly pass around tissues to the four women in the room.

Leigh-Anne came up behind you to move your hair over your shoulders, “You’re gonna teach her so many lessons about life. You’re gonna be the first person she’ll always look up to and her first best friend—I’m so excited for you.”

“I have life lessons too, ya know.” Tom interjected, slightly raising his hand. Jesy glances at him and scoffs, “You have the body of a twelve year old and you cry in movies for a living. What could you possibly learn from that?”

“I don’t cry in all my movies.” He defended himself.

You move your head to look at Tom, “Darling, you’ve literally cried in four out of the five Marvel movies you’ve been in. That speaks volumes.”

Jade’s eyes shifted between Jesy and Tom, “I thought we were having a sentimental moment, how did we go from that to hating on Tom.”

“Because, he’s Tom.”

Tom crossed his arms, squinting at you all, “You know, I thought having Amelia would make you guys like me more—but no, I just can’t catch a break from you lot.”

A joyful sound emitted from Amelia, catching everyone’s attention. The girls cooed and awed at the new member of their little family.

“Oh hello precious!” Perrie squealed leaning down beside you so she can see Amelia’s face. Your baby’s eyes were wide as she stared at the faces crowding above her.

“D’you guys wanna hold her?” The girls eagerly nod, bodies filling with excitement. You handed Amelia to Jesy, showing her how to properly hold your newborn baby. With her new niece’s head resting against her shoulder, she feels her heart swell with joy.

“Oh my, she’s lovely.” She whispered softly, her hand cradling Amelia’s head. She ducks her head to get a closer look at her face, chuckling when she sees the combination of you and Tom on Amelia’s features. Jesy catches a whiff of the newborn baby smell radiating off of her—you know, that light weight baby powder-ish smell?

“And she smells so good!” Jesy announced enthusiastically. Perrie frowns, “I wanna smell the baby.”

“Too bad, you can’t.” Jade teases, poking fun at Perrie’s inability to smell. Jesy passes Amelia to Perrie, who makes grabby hands at her before wrapping her arms around Amelia’s tiny form.

“I’m so sorry for exposing you to the media.” She tells the baby, a chorus of laughter following her apology. Perrie gently pokes Amelia’s cheeks with her finger, “Your cheeks! I just want to squish ‘em and smother you with kisses!”

“I think you’ve had enough time with the baby, my turn!” Leigh-Anne jokes, holding her hands out for Amelia. Perrie carefully hands her to Leigh-Anne, who instantly melts once she holds Amelia against her.

“I want one now.” She whines.

“Ask Andre, I’m sure he’ll give you one in no time.” You wink at her, gesturing to the ring on her left hand. You honestly wouldn’t be surprised if she became pregnant anytime soon. Leigh-Anne took her time holding Amelia, basking in the cloud of baby fever she was currently experiencing. Your daughter was then passed onto Jade, who was thrilled to show her niece all the gifts she had bought her.

You all watched as Jade ventured towards the couch, kindly asking Tom to fetch the large bag that was at your entrance alongside the piles of packages from your family and friends. Ever since you and Tom brought Amelia home, there has been a never ending amount of gifts being delivered to your home. The items ranged from clothes, toys, to diapers, and baby bottles. Your house was practically filled to the brim with baby supplies.

Jade settles on the couch; adjusting Amelia so she can cradle her with her arm and using her free hand to pull out gifts from the bag. You and the rest of the girls sit around her, while Tom looked over the couch behind you.

“You guys really didn’t have to get us anything, just being here and letting us share this moment with you is enough for me.” You expressed, Tom agreeing with you. Jade simply brushed you off, “Oh hush up, let us spoil Amelia. She’s going to be the sixth member of our band, so we need to make sure she’s got the best clothes to look like her mummy and aunties.”

Jade proceeds to pull out a bunch of Disney themed items out from the bag. “Oh you’re gonna love this, I found a bunch off onesies that were princess themed—look!” Jade held up the hanger of multiple Disney onesies for your daughter. “Look Amelia, there’s one for every princess!” You couldn’t help but let out a laugh when Jade began to show every item she bought for Amelia.

Your and Tom’s jaws dropped when she pulled out a Minnie Mouse headband made for babies.

“That is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen, lemme see.” Tom held his hand out towards Jade who handed him the headband. You watched adoringly as Tom inspected the headband, looking at it with fascination. He caught your stare and proudly held up the head band, “Baby, we’ve gotta take her to Disney.”

“Oh, we definitely are, don’t worry.” You assure him, making him proudly fist the air. Without any of you noticing, Jesy slipped out the room to get the gift bag she left out at the entrance.

“I’ve got something too!” She sang entering the living room. She sat back on the couch, Jade passing Amelia to her once she was comfortable.

“Alright, ya ready precious?” Jesy asked Amelia, who grabbed at the bag with her hands. Jesy took her hands in hers and helped Amelia ‘take out’ the tissue paper from the bag.

“Since I know your parents are two of the biggest Harry Potter nerds, I decided to get you this because I know they’ll flip.” She explained before pulling out a baby Hogwarts costume.

“Jesy!” You gasped, leaning in to get a closer look at the clothes.

“They have Harry Potter merch for babies?” Tom exclaimed, rushing to stand behind Jesy’s part of the couch. He began to ramble, asking her where she bought the clothes and if there were more.

Jesy held her hand out to stop Tom from talking, “Wait, wait—WAIT, Jesus Thomas, you’re more excited for these clothes than your daughter.”

Tom shrugged, “Well she can’t express any feelings yet, so I’ll do it.”

“Here.” She passed the costume to him making him cheer. “The costume came with another thing actually.” Jesy took out a baby Hogwarts robe, making you gasp again.

“It comes with the robes too?” You asked in disbelief.

“Yeah, it was an entire set!” Jesy proudly answered. Tom ran his hand along the robe, touching the soft fabric. He let out a squeal, “I love it!”

“Tom darling, the clothes are for Amelia, not you.” Perrie teasingly reminded him. Tom brushes off her comment, “(Y/n), we could all dress up as Hogwarts students for Halloween! We could match costumes!” Tom was practically buzzing with excitement, not allowing you to give him a response.

“Thank you Jesy, it’s nice to know that you have a soft spot for me.” He bumped his fist against her shoulder, which she glared at.

“I don’t have a soft spot for you, twit.”

“Yes you do, you knew I liked Harry Potter.” He held up the Hogwarts costume, “And you got Amelia a baby Hogwarts costume. You went out of your way to give us this gift. It’s enough proof, Jes.”

“I got it for (Y/n).” Jesy argued.

Tom crossed his arms, “Just admit that you like me.”

“No, you’re a menace.” You all watched the exchange between the two. A goofy grin was on his face as he spread his arms out, “I’m gonna hug you now.” Before Jesy can respond, Tom had wrapped his arms around Jesy. She groaned, squirming in his grip.

“Thank you Jesy!” He sang, taking the piss out of annoying her. She smacked his arm, “I get it. Now get off, I’m holding your child!”

Tom lets go with a smile on his face.

“She likes me.” He mouthed to you, motioning to Jesy. You shook your head at him, chuckling.

The girls continued to give Amelia their gifts. Perrie got her a bunch of classic children’s books and some toys. Leigh-Anne had given you a diaper bag and a “mommy and me” set of clothes. You were instantly obsessed with the matching sets, now you and your baby girl can have matching outfits. The night was full of the girls passing Amelia around and playing with her. She hadn’t cried for a single second, happy with the attention she was getting and constantly being held. There was no doubt that she would sleep soundly tonight, much to your and Tom’s content.

You watched as the girls circled around Amelia in the living room. Perrie was currently holding her, talking about how she couldn’t wait to spoil her with all the cutest baby clothes and toys. You overheard them talking about all the things they wanted to teach her; like how to sing. A smile had crept its way onto your lips without you noticing. Suddenly a pair of arms wrap around your waist.

Tom presses a kiss onto your shoulder and rests his chin on it, “You know she’s the luckiest baby in the world? And I’m not just saying that because she’s our child, but she’s really lucky. We’re very lucky.”

“We are, aren’t we?” You hum, leaning your weight against his chest, something he happily welcomes.

“She’s got two amazing parents. That’s us.” He squeezes you and continues his list, “She has grandparents who already love her, a bunch of protective uncles, and the world’s greatest aunties in her corner.” He finished, gesturing to the women in the living room. Yeah, you guys were lucky.

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DO PT. 6 OF BIRD BOX AU !!!! <33

Part 5 is here; here’s part 6:

“Ordinarily, I’d agree with you,” Lou chuckled. “But it’s hard to tell who’s even themselves with all this… I mean, Debbie, you yourself were saying that—“

“Lou,” Debbie breathed suddenly, looking down at the sheets in concern.

“Fuck, Debbie are you okay?” Amita asked, turning around to look at her, her face painted with concern.

Lou’s eyes locked with Debbie’s over Amita’s head as Debbie shook her head ‘no’ rapidly.

“I…I think my water just broke,” Debbie announced as someone let out a blood curdling scream from downstairs.

“Debbie,” Lou spoke calmly, her frazzled expression not matching the serene sound of her voice as Debbie looked at the blonde, desperate for some sort of safety and solace. “I need you to be sure, are you sure?”

“Fuck, the sheets are soaked,” Amita breathed.

Debbie knew that under normal circumstances, Lou would have cracked a joke. She bet she would’ve smirked. Winked at Amita even. But no one was laughing now. The world was falling to smithereens outside and now, this baby had announced its arrival.

“Right,” Lou nodded, suddenly all business. “Let’s have a baby, Debbie.”

“Seriously?” The brunette gasped, ready to protest about how ridiculous this all was and that she certainly wasn’t about to bring labor into the equation, but something sharp rippled through her, ripping a cry from the back of her throat and suddenly protesting seemed moot as she accepted Amita’s pillow fluffing and Lou’s gaze flickering between her watch and Debbie, eyes wide. What the hell was she….contractions. Right.

“You tell me when you feel the next one, alright, Debbie?” Lou whispered, looking at her. “And we’ll count. Only way we’ll be able to tell how close you are to pushing.”

“You could check her cervix,” Amita offered, the back of her palm finding Debbie’s suddenly sweaty forehead. “See how much she’s dilated.”

“Generally I try to avoid hitting the cervix when my fingers are inside a lady,” Lou grinned. It was the sort of thing that would make Debbie want to slap Claude across the face if he’d said it, but she found herself letting out a laugh, smiling at the relief it brought, thrilled that Lou was here with her in this moment. Somehow. Some way.

“Right,” Debbie agreed. “I’ll tell you. I mean—you’ll probably see it from the expression on my face. I don’t do pain well. And then, what? When we get close we head to the…”

The thought died on her tongue. The hospital. The place where she’d first seen all of this happening. Where she’d realized whatever the hell was going on was more than a fluke secluded to one person. One scenario. The last place she’d been with Tammy before…

“I’m going to help you,” Lou whispered, squeezing Debbie’s hand gently. “Okay? You’re not alone. I’ve got you.”

Debbie squeezed back, tears brimming in her eyes. “I’m sorry. I don’t want you to have to—“

“Hey,” Lou smiled softly. “You’re not asking. I want to. I want to do this. Alright? Let me help you through this. It’s crazy enough out there already. I don’t want you stressing about any more than you have to. We’ve got this, okay?”

“Okay,” Debbie squeaked, squeezing her hand harder this time.

“You too, Amita,” Lou spoke warmly. “You don’t mind helping with this, do you? I could use a second person for all this. And well…not that you’re an expert, but you two are more of a walking ad for what to expect when you’re expecting than anything I’ve ever dealt with.”

“Yeah, about that,” the other woman whispered, Lou’s eyes following hers down to the carpet where Amita stood on top of a puddle of liquid.

“Lock the doors! Lock the doors! Don’t let him force you to look!” Someone shrieked, banging coming from downstairs as things rattled and fell over, commotion clambering on the stairs.

“You have to see it!” A man laughed maniacally. “You have to see the beauty. Open your eyes! I hear there are ladies upstairs. Where are you ladies? Open your eyes to see the beauty. The wonder.”

“Who the Fuck is that?” Lou hissed through gritted teeth.

“John,” Amita sobbed, clutching her stomach as she gasped in pain, crunching forward as Lou tried to catch her, Debbie’s face turning toward them with concern for only a moment before she bit her lip, trying to choke back a noise as a contraction started. “The one I let in last night.

“Where are you ladies? Don’t you want to see the magnificence? The splendor?”

“Bugger off!” Lou shouted, helping Amita to the foot of the bed where she sat back, Debbie grabbing onto her before the blonde moved to push the armoire in front of the door with a stubborn screech against the floor. “Well, fuck me dead,” Lou laughed, pushing the sweaty fringe from her forehead. “Let’s deliver two babies, I guess.”

[alpacaparkaseok]

Shut Eye

pairing/genre: idol!Yoongi x reader, fluff

premise: In a world where every night you meet your soulmate in your dreams only to forget their face and voice when you wake up, you’re now more desperate than ever to find them.

word count: 2.6k

a/n: I was listening to the piano version of ‘For Forever’ from Dear Evan Hansen while writing this...so maybe that explains it?? THIS IS SOOO CHEESY YOU GUYS

requested by anon - thanks for the fun request, hope you enjoy! a picture of your ask/request will be at the bottom of the post. Thank you!

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You awoke with a gasp, the covers flung aside in an effort to grab the notebook and pen you kept handy on your nightstand. Not bothering to flip on the lamp, you used the little moonlight filtering in through your window to write down the events of your dream.

You spent most nights in the dreamscape with your soulmate, his face and voice a blurry mess in your mind. The two of you would talk for hours, that much you know. The general idea of the conversation would stick with you as well, but beyond anything else, you’d wake up with the same familiar feeling.

The specific brand of heartbreak that tends to accompany goodbyes. 

Tonight’s dream had been something entirely different, though. Try as you might, your mind can’t seem to conjure up the exact words your soulmate had so calmly whispered in your ear as you stood on a red carpet facing innumerable flashing cameras. However, one thing was for certain.

He was trying to send you a message. 

He was trying to find you out in this big world. 

You’ve made a bullet-point list now, with the words red carpet, famous?? and beautiful suit starting off the list. As the list continued on, you only grew more and more confused. Why did your soulmate choose that dreamscape? After years of the usual sitting room and long chats, something must have happened to make him change.

Frustrated, you scanned last night’s notes to see if anything out of the ordinary had happened. You nearly gave up before one of the final bullet-points caught your attention.

we talked about family

did we talk about our family??

Eyebrows scrunched and lips pouted, you wracked your brain for any recollection of the conversation from the night before. Indeed, you remembered waking up with the distinct feeling of discussing future baby names, but for the life of you, you couldn’t remember what he had said he liked. What you did remember was that it was a name that had made you laugh, and that he had been upset about it for the rest of the evening. 

Not too upset, though. He’d still quietly warned you in the way he always did when he knew he was about to wake up. Softly lacing his hand through yours, running his thumb over the back of your knuckles until in the blink of an eye he was gone. 

There had been several occasions when you’d woken up still feeling the ghost of his hand on yours.

The notebook in your hands glared up at you, an unwelcome reminder that you were nowhere near close to understanding the meaning of your most recent dream. 

Normally, you would have just let it go. But today was different. Today you woke up just knowing that he had meant something by the dream. The way he’d brought you out on that red carpet, your arm linked through his as he led you toward a group that was already posing for pictures-

Wait. A group? You’d forgotten that part. Another bullet-point was added to the growing list.

part of a group (friends?)

Your eyes drifted shut as you tried to remember any more details, the ways the cameras flashed seemed to impair your vision as you’d looked at the group that had smiled as you neared. One of them had made some extra space for you and your soulmate, and you’d nearly keeled over when you saw who it was.

But who was it?

You sighed, scribbling one last bullet-point before your brain quit functioning.

I recognized the friends - famous?

It was a bit discouraging to look down at the list and see so many question marks, but you paid it no mind as you tossed your notebook back onto the nightstand and found the strength to get up for the day. 

You’d just have to wait until the next dream.

•••••••••••••••••••••••

“I have no idea where this is going,” you admitted while staring up at the ceiling,  sprawled out on your bed. “But I just know that he’s trying to tell me something. You know?”

Your best friend, Ji-eun, just laughed on the other side. “I’m sure he was...but honestly, who knows? Maybe he just wanted a change of scenery.”

“Ugh. You’re no fun.”

“Well, I hate to break it to you, but no more fun for you tonight. I’ve got to go to bed. Got to wake up early tomorrow, remember? It’s a big day.”

“Oh, that’s right! Are you nervous?”

You’d nearly forgotten that your best friend was also one of South Korea’s most beloved singers. On most days, you forgot her stage name, too. 

“No, not really. I just usually hate having to sit there by myself, you know? There are so many groups, and them I’m just by myself. Looking beautiful.”

“Aww, poor IU, all alone.” You teased. “I’d go with you, but-”

In an instant, Ji-eun, or IU, squealed and you knew that she had an idea. “Yes! Come with me!! I’ll sneak you in! You won’t even have to worry about the red carpet- wait.”

You winced, having held the phone at a distance from your ear so as to not immediately lose your hearing. “Oh no, now what? You know I’m not fit for award shows, Ji-eun.”

“Didn’t you say that your dream was on the red carpet?”

You blinked. “Yeah.”

“Sooo,” Ji-eun dragged out, “Maybe you’ll see him.”

A wry laugh escaped you. “What makes you think he would recognize me even if he was there? Or that I would recognize him?”

IU made an indecisive noise. “Well, you already described his beautiful suit-”

“Hey, no teasing. It was absolutely gorgeous.”

“Exactly! If there’s a guy that shows up wearing that suit, then maybe that’s him! And, maybe he’s part of a group! You would recognize the group if you saw them, wouldn’t you?”

“You’re just trying to get me to come with you,” you drawled, ignoring the little spark of hope. 

“Obviously. Hey, you know that really pretty red dress you bought not that long ago?”

“Yeah.”

“Wear that, and work your dreamscape magic or something to help him remember the red dress. He’ll recognize you when he sees you tomorrow!”

With an eye roll you’re pretty sure Ji-eun heard through the phone, you groaned. “If he’s even there. If.”

“So you’ll do it?”

In the end, it was the memory of having to say goodbye every morning without even remembering who you were saying goodbye to that had you agreeing. 

••••••••••••••••••

Falling into your dreams had always felt more like waking up, the urge to stretch and run around almost too much to deny. Tonight, you entered the familiar sitting room that you’d frequented nearly every night for the past few years.

Your soulmate is waiting for you when you enter, his back turned to you.

A part of you knows that the two of you have been through this many times before. You’ve technically met your soulmate hundreds of times - maybe even thousands at this point. But every night, it’s the same little feeling of anticipation as you wait for him to turn around. 

Always wondering who it might be. Always dreading the moment you wake up and forget his face all over again, waiting for the next dream to identify him.

He’s in the black, lightly checkered suit that he wore last night, not a single strand of his black hair out of place as he turns around with wide eyes.

Your breath is momentarily caught in your throat as you suddenly recognize him, not only from the previous dreams but from nearly everywhere else in the waking world. 

“Hey,” Yoongi mumbles, a soft smile gracing his lips as he looks at you. “You look beautiful.”

You looks down at the red dress you’re wearing, the same one you’re planning on wearing at the award show. Nodding at his suit, you grin.

“Are you wearing that to the award show today?”

He nods, stepping toward you. “I wish you could go, I know that I’d be able to find you-”

“I am.”

Yoongi stops, his mouth slightly open. He takes a single step toward you. “You are? How?”

“Ji-eun is my best friend, remember?”

He takes a moment to recall that tidbit of information about you, nodding. “So...we’ll see each other.”

“I hope so.” You tilt your head. “But will you recognize me? It was so hard for me to remember any details after last night’s dream, I feel like it’s getting harder.”

“I think it is,” Yoongi agrees, striding over to you and grabbing your hand even as a light pink dusts over his cheeks. “But I don’t think I’ll be able to forget this dress.” With a wink that belies his shy nature, Yoongi leads you out onto the red carpet, where cameras are waiting. 

He walks you through the event, glancing at you every few seconds as though afraid that you’ll disappear at any moment. That’s certainly a valid concern - it’s happened plenty of times.

You’ve just made it to where the rest of the members are standing when you feel the tell-tale pull back toward reality. 

You’ll be waking up at any moment now. Most likely because of that pesky nest of birds that have decided to camp out just outside of your windows. 

Instinctively your grip on Yoongi’s arm tightens, and he turns to you. He can tell by the look in your eyes that you’re about to leave.

“What if it doesn’t work?” You blurt out, taking in every last detail of him. From the way his cheeks are still pink to the fit of his suit. 

Yoongi absolutely shocks you as he presses a chaste kiss to your forehead, pulling you a little closer. His breath that dusts over your ear feels so real as he whispers gently to you.

“We’ll find a way. I promise.”

•••••••••••••••••••

It was the same dream as the night before; the same infuriating goodbye that seeped into your bones as you hurtled awake. However, this time, you could have sworn that you recalled a puppy-dog gaze that was begging you to remember him as you left the dreamscape.

You’d worn the red dress you currently had on, the red lace falling just below your knees. A part of you remembered the way your soulmate had reacted when you’d waltzed into the dreamscape, the way you had casually linked your arm through his as you walked onto the red carpet.

Today you couldn’t find the energy to write anything in your full notebook, opting to bury your head in your hands.

“Who are you?” You groaned. The feeling of his soft lips against your forehead has you sighing, wishing that you could replay it all over again. After shooting a glare at the red dress hanging in your closet, you grabbed your notebook to write down one note before getting up.

We love each other

•••••••••••••••••••

Ji-eun - er, IU, instructed you to wait for her at the entrance to the photo-op portion of the red carpet. She would be busy doing little interviews before that, which honestly didn’t seem that appealing to you. 

Especially not when you were so nervous you thought you were going to throw up.

Staring down at your red dress, you nearly jumped out of your skin when there was a hand on your shoulder.

“Ha! You’re jumpy today,” IU teased, “I wonder why.”

“Oh good, you’re finished.” You ignored her tease, happy to get moving. “You look amazing.”

It wasn’t a surprise, but she still deserved to be complimented. IU looked absolutely ethereal in her flowy green gown, the two of you looking like some sort of Christmas ad. 

“You look great as well!” She motioned toward the carpet. “I think we’re just after this group. Ready?”

Armed with a smile and your best friend at your side, you ventured onto the carpet. It was easier than you though it would be; most of the time you were stepping aside to allow the photographers a clear view of IU.

You’ve nearly made it to the end when a fresh round of screaming picks up. 

There’s only one group that can command that much attention.

You couldn’t help but crane your neck as you see BTS walk onto the carpet, just a couple of groups behind you. Your eyes widened on their own accord when you saw them, unable to shake the feeling of having met them before. 

Of course, they pay you no mind. However, you couldn’t help but chuckle at the way Suga took a moment to get up on his tippy-toes, looking around. You went to point it out to IU, nobody paying either of you any mind as you walk off the carpet. You lost all ability to speak, however, as you took a closer look.

It’s the suit. 

The one that is checkered with a light gray, the one that fit your soulmate just right. 

It’s the black hair that’s perfectly styled. 

And as Suga turned to look your way, you didn’t miss the way his eyes caught on your red dress.

Almost like he had been looking for a red dress.

In the span of a single heartbeat, you made eye contact with the idol, the same question lingering in your eyes. 

For Min Yoongi, that’s all it took. 

Abandoning all precepts, he took off down the carpet, heading straight toward you. From the way the other members took one look at you and your red dress and immediately began speaking to those present, you knew that they’d been waiting for this. Knew that they weren’t planning on keeping this low-key, because there was no real way to do that. 

Not as Yoongi saw you and knew. 

You managed to take three steps toward him before he was before you, grinning with his gummy smile even as his ears turned red. 

“Quick,” Yoongi breathed out, reaching down to take your hands in his. “If it’s really you, tell me what name we can’t agree on for a girl.”

The question threw you off guard, making you laugh. But after a moment, you found with a gasp that you remember.

You remembered everything.

The way the two of you first awkwardly stumbled into the dreamscape at the age of nineteen. How you eventually opened up to each other, grew to care deeply about the other. 

You remembered the nights when the two of you were rambunctious and laughing at stupid stories Yoongi told you about the boys. 

You remembered the nights when you sat in silence, dreading the moment you would have to wake up.

And you remembered that just a few days ago, Yoongi had brought up family. You’d spent the night talking about how many children you’d want, how you’d raise them, what you’d name them.

And there was one horrible name that he loved and you hated, and neither of you were willing to budge on it.

“Ugh,” you groaned even as you smiled. “We are not naming her Pearl! It would make her sound like a pirate ship!”

The cameras flashed, which made Yoongi’s eyes glimmer as he laughed along with you. Then, without a care in the world except for knowing for certain that it was all real, Yoongi tugged you closer until your foreheads touched and all you could see were his dark eyes pulling you in.

“I told you we’d find a way.”

Hundreds of cameras flashed, documenting the moment and effectively labeling it a dream come true.

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[westiec]

June 13: T4T Wangxian! 🏳️‍⚧️

genderbend wangxian, no, bendier than that

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When they first meet in high school, Lan Zhan can't stand him; she doesn't like boys as a rule, and Wei Ying is the worst: loud and cocky and flirts with everyone.

Her friend Nie Huaisang goes out with him once and swears up and down that he's pretty cool really, a perfect gentleman on their date. Lan Zhan bites her tongue and asks if he'll be seeing him again, but Nie Huaisang shakes his head.

"There just wasn't much of a spark there, y'know? I'd like to be friends, though, if you wouldn't mind him hanging out with us sometime?" And Nie Huaisang has been her best friend since they were five-year-olds drug to their big brothers' wushu competitions, so...

So that's how Lan Zhan finds herself eating lunch every day of senior year with Nie Huaisang and Wei Ying, Most Awful Boy in School.

It's surprisingly un-awful.

Wei Ying is still loud and cocky, but he is also kind and generous. She'd known he was smart—they'd often competed for the top spot in their classes—but she comes to realize that much of his flirting is honest curiousity about everyone and everything.

Including her.

"Lan Zhan, you should let me set you up on a date! Who do you like? There are lots of girls at this school who have a crush on Lan-jiejie, you know."

She did not know. She tries to tell him she does not need to be set up. Nie Huaisang betrays her and sides with Wei Ying.

Here's the other thing about Nie Huaisang & Wei Ying: they are weirdly good at matchmaking. She knows of at least four couples who started dating on their suggestion.

(They are not good at finding themselves dates, but that's a different story.)

"Hmm... oh! Lan Zhan, do you think you might like Mianmian?"

Lan Zhan goes on the date.

(She and Luo Qingyang date for the rest of senior year and part of that next summer, then break up amicably when they start university in different cities. They remain friends and pen pals.)

Lan Zhan and Wei Ying graduate at the top of their class. She has a little snapshot of them all at graduation, she and Nie Huaisang and Mianmian and Wei Ying and even Wei Ying’s brother Jiang Cheng, all in their hats and baggy gowns, looking proud and happy and ready to take on the world.

There's a lot of world, as it turns out.

People move, they graduate, they get jobs and fall in love and change their number and lose touch.

Sometimes they find out new things about themselves.

"Nonbinary" is a new thing.

Ge is adorkably supportive. Nie Huaisang congratulates them, and Mianmian sends a sweet message. Lan Zhan doesn't really have a conversation about it with Uncle, but the first time they wear a binder and blazer to a family lunch, he just compliments them on their outfit and asks about the new exhibit they've been working on for the museum.

Wei Ying’s messages had started bouncing a few years back, and Lan Zhan mostly manages not to wonder what he'd say.

Lan Zhan cuts their hair and grows it out again, because sometimes you just have to try things to see if they're you.

(Lan Zhan had learned that from Wei Ying.)

They date, a bit, and adopt a pair of rabbits. They find what makes them feel at home in their body.

They love their job and smile inside every time a wide-eyed kid takes in their long braided hair and earrings and makeup and the lean, crisp lines of their work outfits with awe.

They let Nie Huaisang teach them how to dance, and do brunch with Ge and his partners, and they travel, sometimes for work and sometimes for themself.

They visit Mianmian, meet her wife and baby daughter, and travel to see their mother's family, and other times go somewhere they know no one.

It's at a craft market in one such town, looking at handmade jewelry and homemade jams, that Lan Zhan hears a musical laugh they haven't heard in years.

They follow it past booths of landscape photos and hand-thrown pottery and beaded necklaces until they turn a corner to see —

Long glossy hair in a high ponytail. Elegant wrists and lively hands. A flowing skirt that flutters in the spring breeze as the person at this table of what Lan Zhan belatedly realizes is small-batch fruit wines waves goodbye to a happy customer before turning and—

"Wei Ying."

It's undoubtedly Wei Ying's eyes that go wide and surprised. Undoubtedly Wei Ying’s smile that spreads across this lovely face. Undoubtedly Wei Ying who responds, "Lan Zhan! Fancy meeting you here, after all this time."

Lan Zhan can feel a smile in the corners of their own lips.

"Come here, come here, tell me what you're up to these days. You look fantastic, Lan Zhan, have a seat, I want to hear everything that—ah, if you have time?"

Lan Zhan has time. Lan Zhan thinks they would sit at this market stall until dark to keep that smile on Wei Ying’s face.

"I do. Wei Ying, you also look—" beautiful, captivating, happy, alive "—fantastic."

Lan Zhan does not remember Wei Ying blushing like this in school. It's utterly charming.

Lan Zhan sits at Wei Ying’s stall for hours.

("This is more words than you ever said to me back then!")

They catch up. Wei Ying lives and works at a small family farm outside this town. Wei Ying declares Lan Zhan's job as a museum curator "perfect for you!"

They do the pronoun thing.

("It changes? But 'she' today."

"'They,' as a rule; 'she' when it's too..."

"Sure, I get it.")

Eventually, Wei Ying carefully asks if Lan Zhan has kept up with anybody they'd both known.

She's delighted by the news of Luo Qingyang's marriage and child, and thrilled that she and Lan Zhan remain friends. ("I knew you'd like her, Lan Zhan!")

Wei Ying’s face does something complicated when Lan Zhan asks about the Jiangs, so they let her change the subject. There's a little boy on the farm, apparently, who Wei Ying adores.

Wei Ying does not sell very much more wine that day, but she won't hear of Lan Zhan apologizing.

It's not quite dark when Lan Zhan helps Wei Ying pack up the unsold jars, but it is late enough that it's easy to ask her for a recommendation for where to eat dinner, then insist that Lan Zhan treat her to a meal.

It is dark by the time they leave the restaurant.

Lan Zhan goes to bed smiling that night, a new number in their phone under a contact they could never quite bring themself to delete.

Wei Ying has never visited the museum Lan Zhan had come here to see. Lan Zhan barely notices the art, too distracted by the light in her eyes.

The train ride between towns is not long.

Later, under cheerful lanterns strung up at the Wen farm to celebrate Wei Ying's birthday, Lan Zhan mentions they've gotten a position at the museum they visited that first weekend.

Wei Ying's kiss tastes like cherry wine and happiness.

Epilogue thoughts:

Wei Ying's jiejie does her hair at the wedding. Jiang Cheng cries on Nie Huaisang at the reception. Mianmian and Mian's Ma'am and Xiao Mianmian are, of course, all in attendance as well.

Lan Zhan and Wei Ying hang a picture of all of them at the wedding in their new house, with an old, faded snapshot tucked in the corner of the frame.

#PrideMonthSnippets Masterpost!

[nightwishesworld]

Babysitting (Part 1)

You and Alcina are roped into taking care of your friend's daughter for a few days. Alcina is...less than excited about it. I mean, come on, a baby in Castle Dimitrescu? What could possibly go wrong?!

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The warmth of the afternoon sun crept its way into the windows of Castle Dimitrescu. Both you and Alcina decided it was a beautiful day to take your afternoon tea in the gardens instead of the library . Blooms grew in newly fragranced air, the sweet petals that fluttered reflected by the honeyed-sweetness within. The garden birds always warm your heart. They bring so much joy just from watching them play and dance around the hedges. There are so many of them out today, large and small, brown, red-capped, and golden stripped. You love listening to their chirping, each singing its own beautiful song.

Alcina held your hand over the table as she sipped her special blend of tea.

“Oh, Darling, did I tell you Cristofor and Lucia are going out of town? He says it’s for business but honestly, I think they just want to have a break from the baby. I mean, I don’t blame them, it’s their first kid and you know how hectic everything’s been for them lately."

Alcina nods. “Yes, well, it didn’t help that they were a little unprepared for baby Julianna. That’s her name, right? I remember we offered to buy a few things for them before she was born.”

“Yeah, that’s it, but I just call her Jewel. My precious little gem. I guess they’re gonna be gone for the extended weekend and need someone to watch her.”

Alcina scoffs. “I pity those they choose.”

“Oh stop it, Alcina, it won’t be that bad.”

She stops what she’s doing, nearly choking on her tea, and just stares at you. “You didn’t. You did not! Please for the love of Mother Miranda tell me you didn’t say we would take care of her!”

Your silence was all the answer she needed.

“Why would you do that? Castle Dimitrescu is no place for a baby!”

“Tell that to Cris! I tried telling him that and all he did was assure me that everything would be fine. They feel Jewel would be safest in our care; they were practically begging, Al. What was I supposed to say?”

“No?” You roll your eyes at her. “What about their family? Are they really not available?”

“Lucia said she would feel guilty asking her folks to do any more for them. They usually watch her every day Cris and Lucia are at work. Imagine that plus three straight days; I would want a break too.”

Alcina stayed silent.

“They’re gonna stop by in a few days with some stuff, like diapers and toys and things.”

Alcina huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m so glad you discussed the details so thoroughly with them.”

“I figured you would say no. Look, I’m sorry I went behind your back but they really need a babysitter and they don’t trust anyone as they do us. Besides, I’m Jule’s unofficial aunt, I don’t think I can say no to something like this. I know you don’t like kids, but-”

“What are you talking about? I love seeing little Julianna.”

“You do? Cause every time they come to visit you seem kind of...distant”

“I don’t...I don’t like holding her. She’s too tiny and fragile for someone like me to be holding.”

“Someone like you?” Then it dawned on you. “Oh, Alci. You don’t actually believe that, do you? You’re always so gentle with her.”

“Because if I’m not delicate I’ll crush her.” Alcina’s face held sorrow to it, not evident to most individuals.

“You wouldn’t crush her, Alci. I know you better than that. You literally came running into my study the other day because I screamed ‘spider,’ and then carried me out because I lost sight of it. You’re a lot more gentle than you’re giving yourself credit.You're a good, thoughtful, and gentle person Alci. Anyone who can’t see that is purely idiotic,” I muttered under my breath.

“I suppose it’s not the worst thing in the world, having a baby running around the castle. And we have time to babyproof everything.”

“That shouldn’t be too hard, love, she’s only seven months old. She’s only just starting to learn how to crawl.”

You were talking but Alcina wasn’t listening. She was too busy making a mental checklist of everything that needed to be done before baby Julianna arrived. “Hmm? Oh yes, of course, darling. Do you know where they got those baby gates? We’re going to need quite a few of them.”

“Alci, I don’t think we’ll need-” She’s already walked away. “ Hey, at least you’re embracing it?”

True to his word, Cris arrived at the castle three days later with a carriage full of supplies. You wanted to welcome them with Alcina, but the matriarch was nowhere to be found. The past few days for her have been spent deep cleaning the walls and floors, which really sucked, especially for Bela, Cassi, and Dani. They stuck doing the hard labor as Alcina bossed them around.

You greeted him with a tight hug. “Thank god you’re here. Alcina’s going crazy trying to babyproof everything. I don’t think the castle’s ever been this protected. Or this clean,” I muttered the last part under my breath.

Cris put a hand over his heart. “Oh, she doesn’t have to do that! Julianna can barely crawl five feet. Besides, I know for certain this place is much neater than our house, even on a bad day. She would have been perfectly fine.”

“I tried to tell her to not worry so much, but it just goes in one ear and out the other. Perhaps if she hears it from you she’ll finally listen,” I rolled my eyes playfully.

Cris nods. “And you wonder why I think Julianna’s so safe up here. I’ll be sure to mention it to Alcina. Do you wanna unload this stuff now or wait for her?”

You glance behind him to the carriage. There were a few large bags filled with miscellaneous items as well as a few larger things on the back seat not bagged at all like the playpen. “I don’t even know where she is, Cris. And I’d offer to have the girls help, but they’re hiding from Alci. Let’s just get started. We can put it in the lounge in the foyer until Alcina comes around.”

“Sounds like a plan. Some of this stuff I’ll bring more of when we drop her off, like diapers, you’ll never have enough diapers,” he says as he tosses you a bag.

“So you’ve said. Didn’t you have a nightmare about it once?”

“Before Lucia even went into labor. We ran out and every shop in a 50-mile radius was sold out. To date, it’s one of my worst nightmares.”

You laughed. “So where are you guys going? I mean, really going. You don’t actually think I believe that crap about a Mortician Expo, do you?”

Cris gave you a look of skepticism and stayed silent as if he were planning his next move.

“Relax man, I don’t actually care. Taking care of a baby is more work than I can imagine. I would want a break too!” The statement seemed to ease him.

“Nowhere special. We made reservations at a nice hotel a few hours south of here; it’s got a pool, hot tub, couples massages, the works!”

You nod, tossing the last of the bags by the lounge. “Nice! You guys deserve it, like I said, I can’t imagine how much work taking care of Julianna is.”

“You won’t have to in a few days,” he laughed.

“I’m excited now, but something tells me I won’t be in a few days. Just sleep deprived!”

“Nah you’ll love it. It’s just, well only slightly tiring! That’s all. Should we go looking for Alcina? I wanna go over Julianna’s schedule with both of you.”

“She knew you were coming so she should be here any minute now. I’m sure she just lost track of time bossing the girls around. The entire west wing has been baby-proofed and when I mean the entire wing, I mean the entire wing. She had Daniela take down all of the ornate weapons and armor from the walls while Bela and Cassi scrubbed everything. And that was just this morning.”

“I’ll be sure to thank them then,” Cris chuckled lightheartedly.

As if on cue, you can just make out the sound of high heels rushing down the corridor, only to stop abruptly just around the corner. Knowing Alcina she was probably adjusting herself to look like her usual well-presented way. Sure as rain, Alcina approached looking as elegant as ever. “Oh Cristofor, please forgive me. It’s been total chaos around here- I completely lost track of time and-”

Cris waved it off and took her hand in his, bringing it up so he could kiss her wedding ring. “Think nothing of it, Alcina. I heard you’ve been keeping yourself busy.”

The matriarch sent you a glare that you shrug off with a smug smile.

“You don’t need to worry about anything, Alcina. I know my little girl will be in the best care possible up here. There’s no one Lucia and I trust more.”

“That is one very generous statement, Cristofor, but a castle is still no place for a baby, especially this one.”

“That may hold some truth, but most of all that...messy business stays in the basement, right?”

“All of it does,” you answer for Alcina. “Even I’m not allowed down there and we’ve been married for three and a half years!”

“And for good reason,” Alcina says. “You know what goes on down there. Why would I put my wife’s life in danger?”

You were about to retaliate but Cris wrapped his arms around the both of you. “Let’s just get this stuff upstairs, huh? Far the fuck away from the basement and whatever goes on down there.”

Alcina opens her mouth but Cris shakes his head profusely. “Nope, don’t want to know. Let’s just get to the bedroom. Wow, the walls do look bare.”

“Indeed,” Alcina nodded. “It’s a good thing little Julianna is staying, I should have had the walls deep cleaned nearly decades ago,” she let out an elegant laugh.

“I hope you didn’t do all this just for us.” Cris looked in awe as the various portraits and ornate weapons decorating the walls became more scarce as they neared the master bedroom. It made this part of the castle feel abandoned. The chemical smell of cleaning solvents was strong, but it would surely be gone in time for Julianna’s arrival.

“Of course I did. You are family and you deserve nothing but the best possible care.”

Cristofor shakes his head. "You're a good woman, Alcina. I genuinely hope you know that."

She gives him a warm smile while holding the bedroom door open for him. "I try to be."

"So," he sets down his two large boxes of supplies to rub his back. "Where do you want this stuff?"

"At the foot of the bed for now," you shrug. "Alcina and I will organize everything once it's all here."

He nodded and kicked it lazily to the end of the bed and took a seat on the mattress. "If we wanna be lazy we could shove the rest of the boxes in the playpen and carry it all up in one trip."

"We can do that," you smiled. "Then we can start organizing everything."

"And while we're doing that I'd like to walk you through Julianna's schedule. Lucia made you a copy with a couple of notes on how to do specific things...it's all well let’s just say pretty detailed," he laughed.

A look of fear crossed over the matriarch's face for a moment. "Why don't I go grab it? Then you two can start unpacking. If I run into the girls I'll send them up as well."

"Oh leave the girls alone," you shake your head at the matriarch. "They're already hiding from you."

Alcina lets out an exasperated laugh. "Can you believe that, Cristofor? My own daughters are hiding from me!" Alcina exclaimed with a look of sheer amusement on her face.

"Nothing I'm looking forward to." You started unpacking the many boxes of  diapers and arranging them neatly on the already emptied shelves while Cris made himself comfortable sitting on the floor, unpacking blankets and clothes. He unfolded and refolded them in a perfect square and placed them on top of the hope chest. You smiled at each plush blanket bearing a different pattern and color.

"Where can I put her clothes?"

"Um, just on the bed for now. I don't know if Alcina emptied out a drawer yet. It would be that middle one if you wanna check."

You hear almost all the joints in his legs crack as he stands and makes his way over to the dresser. He grips the knobs but pauses before opening them. "I'm not gonna find anything dirty in here, am I?"

"Not in there, no."

He turns back to you with an arched brow and hung jaw. You only laugh at him.

"Is it cleared out?"

He nods, neatly organizing the various onesies and pajama sets.

He busied himself displaying various lotions and powders on the coffee table, which would act as your changing station.

“What can I do?” Alcina asked, staring down anxiously at the various bottles.

Cris thought for a moment before taking two smaller boxes out of the playpen and pushing them towards the vampire. “These are for bath time." He quickly scanned over the contents to make sure he was correct. "This box is shampoos, soaps, and toys. Julianna loves bath time; the more toys and games the better." Alcina smiled. “And this box is her special duck towel, washcloth- also a duck pattern she loves ducks, two non-slip bath mats for both inside and outside the tub, and a sponge.”

She looked a tad overwhelmed again taking in all the items but took the boxes nonetheless. “Good thing I cleared out cupboard space, right darling?”

You wanted to laugh but restrained yourself to biting the inside of your cheek instead. “Yes, dear.”

"Well, that's everything. Oh, and don't worry about a crib. Lucia and I are bringing it when we drop Julianna off."

Alcina shook her head and simply waved him off. "Oh don't bother, Cristofor. We have one she's more than welcome to use."

You gave her a confused look. "Um, no we don't."

"Yes, we do. I just have to grab it out of storage. If you'd like to wait and see if it's up to your standards you're more than welcome to." It wasn't so much of an invitation as it was a plea.

Cris laughed. "Alcina, I told you anything you have is probably way better than ours. I'm sure it's fine."

"It would make me feel a lot better," Alcina said with a hint of desperation in her voice.

"Alright, whatever it takes to make you feel better about this."

Alcina sighed in relief and rushed down the hall.

"She really is worked up about this isn't she?"

You let yourself collapse back onto the bed. "You have no idea. She's been fretting over everything since I told her three whole days ago!"

"I kinda figured she would be the calm one between the two of you since, you know, she's got three kids already."

You feigned a look of hurt. "Ok first of all, ouch my pride! Secondly, all three of the girls were turned when they were adults. Which is why I wanna know where this supposed crib came from."

He turned back to you. "And you know what you're doing?"

"Of course not, but one of us has to be calm about it."

Cris laughed, letting himself lounge back on his elbows. Any further down and he was afraid he would fall asleep. "I guess that's true. You're gonna be great though, both of you. Just the fact that you're worrying about all this stuff tells me you're really dedicated to keeping Julianna safe and happy here."

"Thanks, man. I think I really needed to hear that. Got any advice to help us prepare?"

He slaps a hand on your thigh and gives it a friendly squeeze. "Have as much sex as you can before she's here. Because once she is, you'll be way too tired to even think about it."

You sit up and look at him incredulously, which earns him a hearty laugh. "I asked you for advice on how to keep your baby alive and you tell me to bone my wife?"

"All I'm saying is Lucia and I haven't been able to do it since before Julianna was born," Cris whispered in all seriousness.

Alcina returned carrying what you can only assume is the crib covered with a sheet. Bela stepped in first to hold the door open for her.

"Thank you, darling. I found my one good daughter to help me. Not the rascals this time!"

Cris laughs. "I see that."

The blonde nodded and joined you both on the bed. "Hello, y/n. Hello, Uncle Cris."

"Good to see you, Bela."

“Alright,” you hop off the bed. “Let’s see this crib that we apparently have just laying around.”

Alcina rolls her eyes and yanks the dusty sheet away, revealing the most beautiful baby crib you have ever seen. Polished solid dark oak frame with solid gold detailing wrapping around the bars like vines. The Dimitrescu House Crest is shining proudly on both sides.

A smug grin plastered itself on Alcina’s face knowing she single-handedly put an end to your snarky remarks.

“Holy shit,” you finally say. “And you had this in storage…just because?”

The question made her uncomfortable, you could tell. A shadow cast over Alcina’s face. “I had it made a while back and forgot about it until now. I’m glad it stayed in such pristine shape. Any polishes used on it were water-based and non-toxic. Perfect for a baby to slobber on,” she chuckles almost a bit uncomfortably.

Cris shook his head as he ran a hand across the smooth wooden framework. “I don’t know what to say, Alcina. It’s absolutely gorgeous.”

“Only the best for our favorite niece.”

Cris clapped his hands together and pulled out a few pieces of paper from his back pocket. "Now, onto Julianna's schedule. Lucia tried to be as helpful as possible when writing it down, but she said if you have any questions just ask her when we drop her Jules off."

Both of you nodded as he handed them to you. Bela situated herself on your bed with one of the plushies he brought over just because.

 Daily Routine

7 am- wake up and bottle feed 8 ounces for about 20 minutes (doesn't have to be one the dot if she's still sleeping. It's a rare occurrence for her to sleep in, but it could happen

7:30- playtime on the floor or outside (we usually keep her inside this early in the morning but either is perfectly suitable)

8:00- breakfast (something solid-ish. Like oatmeal and fruit chunks)

8:30- more play 

Between 9-9:30- bottle-feed 6 ounces for 15 minutes then naptime

11:00- wake up and play (she loves her building blocks and rattle)

Noon- lunch (baby food! Fruit or veggie) (she'll probably refuse solids but don't take no for an answer! Even just a few are ok if she's especially cranky)

12:30- play (peek-a-boo in the mirror! she gets a kick out of it every time. 

1:30- bottle-feed 6 ounces and nap (Congrats! you're halfway there)

3:30- wake up and play (try using the hand puppets and engage her in nursery rhymes)

4:00- bottle feed four ounces for roughly 20 minutes

5:00- dinner (more baby food. Whichever one she didn’t have for lunch)! Same as the morning, she'll probably refuse)

5:30-play (maybe go for a walk if you haven't already?)

6:30- bath time! (see added note for specific bathtime notes. She loves hearing her little rubber ducky squeak)

7:00- bottle-feed 8 ounces then time for bed (good luck trying to sleep and getting her to sleep)

1:30 am- bottle feed again (she’ll wake you up when she’s hungry don’t worry)

Breastmilk can be refrigerated for five days and I’ve given you more than enough to hold her over. Protect it with your lives! Breast Milk is liquid gold!

 You read the note over a couple of times before handing it to Alcina who looked just as overwhelmed as you. "That is so much."

"Not enough," Alcina says at the same time.

Cris laughs. "Wanna see what she wrote for bathtime?"

Alcina took the second not from him.

 Bathtime Tips

Make sure the adhesive mats are set down before bath time begins. One in the tub one outside

Make sure you have everything you need nearby; towel, washcloth, toys (especially her duck), shampoos, lotion, clean clothes, and a diaper

It’s easiest (and less painful) to sit on a stool or something instead of standing and bending over

ALWAYS KEEP A HAND ON HER!

Take off any jewelry and be sure to wash your hands

Check the water temp with the inside of your wrist- it should be warm (not too hot or too cold)

Dry and dress her on the floor (hence the second mat) 

Squirty toys! (The duck is her favorite as it also squeaks)

Plastic boats that she can push around

Whale-shaped basin for rinsing hair

Once she’s all dry she can go right in her crib

 "Sweet Satan, Cristofor. This is a lot of information. I mean, the more the better but..."

You take her hand in yours and kiss the top of her knuckles. "It's alright, Love, we've got this. If anyone can manage this it's us."

She nods but doesn't really believe your words. You can see the doubt reflecting in her eyes. "You're right."

"It looks way more complicated than it is, ladies. You just put her in the tub, don't let her drown, clean her, and take her out. Boom, simple as that."

Alcina lets out a relieving chuckle and you thank him silently.

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You lay awake that night unable to fall asleep. Alcina is awake too, but you don't dare speak to her. She's too lost in her own world to be bothered with your nonsense. But it was starting to eat you alive from the inside out. You looked over at it sitting across the room. Its existence is mocking you to the point where you can almost hear it laughing at you.

You finally break the silence. “Who’s even is it? You turned the girls when they were adults, right?”

“Yes.”

“All of them?”

You hear her sigh. “Yes of course all of them. Now please, I don’t want to talk about this.”

“But you had to have a reason, Al. No one just has a crib as intricate as that made out of the blue.”

“It doesn’t matter,” her tone grew sharper. “We have it now for Julianna and that’s what matters.”

“I guess so, but…” you turn your body to face her. Her silhouette is laying on her back staring up at the ceiling. “D-did you try having a baby with someone else and…”

She turns to look at you with wide golden eyes. Not angry, but certainly not expecting that line of questioning. You immediately regret opening your mouth.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have-“ Alcina silences your ramblings with a searing kiss. One you happily return.

“It’s nothing like that, my love. My only children are ours. I had it made last year when Lucia first told us she was pregnant. I remember how excited you were for them. You did so much to help her get ready, for both of them, really.” Alcina smiled and reached blindly for your hand. “And every time they come up to visit your eyes just light up when you see Julianna. You’re so good with her, iubirea mea.”

A shadow of guilt passed over her face. “I overheard you talking to Lucia about wanting kids of your own.”

Your heart plummeted down to the pit of your stomach.

“You love our daughters with your entire heart, but it’s not the same as raising your own flesh and blood. Every time I saw you holding little Julianna or singing to her I pictured you with our baby. So, I got all excited and, albeit, ahead of myself and had the crib made.”

“For our baby,” you finished with a genuine smile.

Alcina nodded. “I wanted to wait for you to bring up the conversation before saying anything about it, and” her voice cracks. “You never did. I didn’t understand why at first. You would produce such a beautiful baby with or without me.” Tears pooled in the corners of her eyes threatening to cascade down her cheeks. “Then one night it just sort of hit me; why would you want to share something as precious and innocent as a baby with a monster like me?”

Tears flowed freely from her eyes and sobs racked her body, it broke your heart. Without thinking you throw yourself at Alcina and wrap her tightly in your arms. The vampire happily buries her face in the crook of your neck and cries her heart out. You thread your fingers through her hair to help soothe her.

“Oh, my love, I’m so sorry. Don’t you ever refer to yourself as a monster ever again, do you hear me? You are no monster, Alcina Dimitrescu. How can someone as loving, and soft, and generous like you be anything besides an angel?”

“Oh stop pretending, y/n. I’m a genetically mutated freak! The baby would take one look at me and start wailing,” Alcina let out a frustrated huff.

“Stop it, Alcina. Our baby would adore you just like Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela do. Julianna loves you to pieces! She gets so excited every time you walk in the room.”

Alcina sniffled. “She does that with everyone.”

“Because she likes us, Al.”

A beat of awkward silence passed between the two of you until you finally felt her breathing steady.

“You want to have a baby with me?”

You couldn’t contain your smile as she nodded ever so slightly into your neck. “Why didn’t you say anything before? We could have talked about it months ago. The only reason I never brought it up was that I assumed you didn’t want any more children running amuck in the castle. Imagine if they turned out to be just like Daniela.”

That got her to laugh a little. “I wouldn’t mind a baby running around; especially if they look like you.”

“Well I don’t know about that considering we would have to adopt.”

A mischievous smile crept on Alcina’s lips. “Who says we can’t have a baby ourselves?”

“Um, nature? We’re both women, Alcina. I don’t think I have to explain to you how that won’t work.”

Alcina chuckles into your neck. “We’d have quite the brood running around the castle if it did.”

“Then you want to find a donor?” She detached herself from you just enough to give you a look of disgust. “Of course not; no one is allowed to touch my y/n except me.” She flips you both over so you’re pinned underneath her. “There are ways we could have a baby, you know?”

A blush covered your cheeks down to your chest. “O-oh?”

“Mmhm. The old witch in the village could brew something up for us, should we choose to carry.” She laughs at your dumbfounded expression. “It would be a sex change tonic of sorts. Temporary of course, I believe it only lasts a week.”

You blush furiously.

“And depending on the portions of ingredients she uses we could change the erm, size, if you catch my drift.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to respond, in real words at least. Something between a yelp and a whimper came out of your mouth instead. It gets a laugh out of Alcina at least.

“That’s really a thing we could do?”

She starts trailing kisses down your neck to your chest. “Oh yes,” her free hand comes up to pull your shirt down over your breasts. As soon as they pooled out of their confinement Alcina started circling one of your nipples with her tongue. “Would you like that, darling? To feel my cock pounding into you.”

Fuck you loved it when she talks dirty to you. But that turned you on more than you were willing to admit. You gave a shy nod.

Alcina rewards your honesty by taking your hardened nipple in her mouth and sucking. Her other hand moved up your body to rest on your other breast, gently kneading it like dough.

Alcina has always been fascinated with your breasts. Always burying her face in them when cuddling. She simply melted into them on bad days. Giving her a scalp massage at the same time earned you bonus points.

Her lips abandon your nipple, leaving a bridge of saliva still connecting you, and snuggled her face deep in between your breasts. She let out a long sigh and closed her eyes, letting herself get lost in the moment. Her eyes flutter open and you can see the corners of a smile buried in your chest. “What do you think, my love?”

“I think we should see how we do this weekend before making any big decisions.”

Alcina leaned forward only enough to kiss your lips. “Sounds like a plan.”