#but yes i was also not prepared to see that amount of girls sit in his passenger seat after being a fan of mason for 2 years

[chilwcll]

i wish someone would’ve prepared me for the amount of gossip that comes with f1 because jesus christ

[tastesousweet]

⭒ the girl with the tattoo (i)

grumpy!matt sturniolo x sunshine!fem oc / reader

summary : matt is a grumpy tattoo artist and y/n books him for her first tattoo.

warnings : needles and pain (not very detailed tho)

mickey speaks : i don't have any tattoos so i actually know nothing ab the procedure lmaooo just guessing but i’ll be writing multiple parts for this. also i am very much self indulging bc i headcannon y/n as poc! but obvi anyone can read there's not much exclusivity ab how i write her, i js wanted to note that for any poc readers <3.

THIS IS PART 1 BTW!!!!

“SHITTT,” you draw out the last syllable at the rumble and screech of your car engine as you continue your attempt to start it.

eventually you throw your head backwards in defeat, annoyed by the unbudging car. this is the actual worst timing. you're supposed to be at the tattoo shop (that is a 12 minute drive from your apartment complex) for an appointment in less than twenty minutes.

you truly want to scream and border on throwing a tantrum but decide it would probably be better to find a solution than complain about the agony further.

you quickly find your roommate's contact, raising your phone to your ear and pinching your eyes shut as the vibrating ring hums through your skull.

"y/n? what's up?" andrea answers confused as you had only just walked out of the door five minutes ago.

"hi drea... so i know you have your own plans right now but is there any way you can give me a ride... please?"

you hear shuffling on the line, "mmm, where to?"

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“thank you again for driving me,” you smile at andrea and squeeze her hand before reaching for the door.

“yes, of course. you can call me when you’re done and i’ll head over here- m’sorry i can’t stay with you.” she replies and exaggerates a frown.

"i'll be fine, i think- i hope..."

"you will be fine. just don't stress or it'll hurt more."

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your arms are crossed tightly over your chest as you make your way into the shop (in its form of an oversized warehouse, fixed up to look stylish and comfortable- something you’d never really seen before). the rickety jingle of a small bell kindly indicates your presence to the rest of the shop.

a few people sitting in a waiting area look up before continuing their conversations (though some continued to stare as you walk by). you see a surprising amount of people crowding in a brightly decorated lounge area, housing many arcade games and a kitchenette.

you reach the receptionist desk and are greeted by a young man dressed casually, humming along to the music playing in the background of the space.

“um, hi. i’m here for my 1:30 appointment.” you state with a smile, you’re suddenly aware of how nervous you truly are.

the brunette looks over to a desktop screen with a soft scrunch of his face, “for y/n, right? huh, that’s crazy…” he rubs his chin, “1:30 was like nine minutes ago,” he looks up at you, almost like he was questioning you; who do you think you are? and why do you think you’re important enough to be late?

as soon as your face begins to morph into fear and embarrassment his own face splits into a large smile as he laughs softly. “i’m sorry- i’m such an ass but i had to- your file said you’re new clientele so i just had to fuck around.”

“you’re sick! i was fully prepared for a fucking lecture on timeliness or something,” you let out a soft laugh.

the boy comes from around the desk holding a paper and clipboard. “yeah, sorry, i’m chris,” he reaches a hand out to which you willingly return and restate your name to him, “‘m not usually up front so you probably talked to asha over the phone when booking.”

you nod and smile at the familiar name, “yeah, she was so helpful over the phone.”

“she’s awesome, i miss her,” he touches each of his shoulders then forehead before kissing his hand and pointing to the sky.

"oh my god? i'm sorry for your loss."

his eyes squint and lips pucker in confusion, "oh, she's not fired she's just on vacation right now."

"so why'd you...?"

chris cuts you off by handing you the clipboard and grabbing a pen from a cluttered mason jar on the desk as he explains, “okay, we’re just gonna have you fill out this quick consultation form; just so you and your artist will be on the same page about things.” you nod in understanding. “keep it brief, matt’s not big on reading large bodies of text,” chris laughs.

“got it,” you smile before turning to find a chair and begin writing. you truly were relieved that chris wasn’t hard on you about being late, for a second you thought you would be lectured and have to carry the guilt of dissapointing someone into a room where you'd be paying to lie in excruciating physical pain. (damn, double homecide)

the sheet had general information to fill before the questions specifically about the tattoo you’d be getting today came.

you go back up to chris once you’re finished.

“cool, follow me we’ll set you up with matt.” he leads the way and your nerves are suddenly back as it's feeling more and more real with each step. you pacify your thoughts by looking around at the many images and messages written in sharpie along the walls of the hallway. there's also plenty of hanging shelves around with vintage trinkets and succulents that compliment the space around.

chris reaches a curtain and dips his head past as if he were checking for something before giving you a chance to see. you notice the small "Matt" embroidered on the black curtain. chris then opens it wide enough for the both of you to walk into the surprisingly large space.

(who you can only assume to be) matt sits comfortably in a wheeled desk chair, legs spread. his elbow rests on the arm of the chair and he holds his head up with two of his fingers, as his middle finger grazes his irritated mouth with a stern look on his face while he scrolls on his phone.

he doesn’t move his position when he looks up at the two of you.

“alright! matt this is y/n,” chris motions between you two. matt hums, placing his phone on the desk and placing his hand out expectantly for the clipboard. chris goes to hand it to him and whispers, “fix your face, jackass,” then turning around to leave you some reassuring words, “good luck y/n, the tat’s gonna look amazing.”

but chris doesn’t see matt exaggerating a large, sarcastic smile from behind him in defense of chris’ words (he immediately drops it though). something that would make you at least giggle if you weren’t so nervous.

“thanks,” your voice is a little hoarse as you haven’t used it in some time. matt watches the boy leave before looking over to you. he rolls the chair closer, reading over your short (as requested) responses.

“you can sit down.” he forms it almost as a question like are you going to sit down or do i have to direct you to do everything?

you sit on the black cushioned bench, lined with a disposable white cloth and begin to fidget with your fingernails as matt goes over your paperwork quietly.

“''kay, so you’re getting a small hello kitty on your lower hip?” he summarizes while checking and signing a few lines on a paper.

“yeah, um, i told asha over the phone that way you could have it sketched already- she told me that’s best and saves time for the both of us.”

his response is a slowed nod and a breathy, “yep,” as he rolls over to his desk and places the clipboard on the surface before opening a drawer and digging through it.

you gaze around the room and wonder if he decorated the space himself or if he wasn’t the type to be bothered enough to add personal things to his work area. almost all the posters are of music artists or tattoos, the most personal things you see are a small picture frame on his desk and a pokémon plushie sat on a chair in the corner of the room. all of which just pose more questions in your working brain.

you notice him switching to a different swivel chair that is lower to the ground and bringing himself (as well as a moving table with already prepared supplies) closer to you.

you’re nervous again. even after your roommate and older brother have both given you advice on first tattoos and the pain expected you’re still finding yourself scared of what to expect. your ear piercings would have nothing on this.

“first tattoo?” matt clarifies, as if he could read your mind. you nod and go to speak but stop when he gestures for you to lay back on the cushion.

you’re sure that he only was searching for a quick confirmation from you and is not too interested in your life or what brings you here but you’ve found that talking relieves your own stress and you absolutely cannot just lay there and only speak when spoken to.

“yeah, i guess m’nervous. i just hope i don’t, like, die from pain or hate the outcome or curse myself in a couple years for the placement- but it's not that i'm doubting that it'd be cute. younger me would be screaming at the fact that i'm even here..." you pause just for a second. "but then again i'm not sure how much forty year old me will appreciate it. so i guess i just don’t know. you know?”

you lean yourself up to get a look at matt, only to realize he has airpods in and simply has not been listening or interested in you (just as you expected). he’s moving his head the smallest amount to the beat as he works on his sketch.

he notices your movement though and takes a headphone out of his ear, “are you okay?” is all he asks.

a pretty broad question. and an anxiety inducing question to ask a girl who's been questioning her decisions as much as you have. you hope you’re okay. will you still be okay when this (mostly) permanent decision is etched into your skin forever? is he okay? will he give you any sense of encouragement or comfort during this process? are tattoo artists typically like this or are you just considered especially needy clientele?

“yeah, i just was- like, curious, i guess.” you mumble a little and internally hate that you feel so insecure in this situation. so out of control.

“was just adjusting my sketch to be a smaller. nothing crazy happening over here.” he shrugs. “you can go ahead and pull your shirt up, though. i’m just gonna clean the area and prep before inking.” he explains to you very straight and to the point.

you fall back into place and obey, inching your shirt up further to expose your lower stomach. you drape your arms over your face to gain composure as you hear matt rip some packaging.

the coolness of the cleaning pad sends your stomach butterflies and you try to not think too hard about the fact that matt’s hands will be on your lower stomach and hip for a good length of time.

eventually matt speaks to you again, “i’m starting so if you’re feeling the need to get the fuck out you gotta do it now or for forever hold your peace.”

you smile a little at his dry joke but when you turn your head to see him fully serious you blink, “no, i’ll be fine. thanks though.”

he just nods his head and goes to put his airpods back in before you’re interrupting again, “wait. whatcha listening to?”

he’s suprised by the question. his clients rarely get too involved in what he’s doing. mostly because he does a great fucking job no matter how few words he may utter over an entire session. there's a mutual understanding there that he's never had to speak up about to anyone. other artists use a strong bond or charisma to secure returning customers but matt finds there’s nothing better to display than his pure talent and passion for his craft. that’s how he keeps clients. they ask and he will always deliver; and that’s how he particularly likes it. no questions and minimal conversation.

the sound of the tattoo gun begins and just for your sake he decides to answer the question without malice, “just some frank ocean instrumental tracks." he places his hands back onto your skin, "don’t start moving.”

you pinch your eyes shut and squeeze your forearms as soon as the initial pain takes over. it’s a feeling you can only describe as a needle poking into you a trillion times at once. which is literally what's happening to you.

you’re not oblivious to matt’s disengagement with your attempts at conversation but you need him to continue to speak to you or else you’ll think too much about the needle actively puncturing you. “oh yeah? i’ve never listened to him before…”

“surprising. he’s pretty big.” matt mumbles slightly, focusing on his work far more than his slight interest in your knowledge of frank ocean.

“mhm. i’ve been meaning to give him a listen. could you share?”

matt’s eyes just move to look up at your face as he tries not to beg you to just be quiet and let him do this so that you both can leave within an hour. “i’m good on that.” he returns to tattooing.

“huh? you can’t share music?”

“i would prefer not to but-” he doesn’t even know why he’s continuing to fuel this anymore.

“what if i add a pretty,” you pause to wince a little as the needle moves lower, “pretty please?”

“i’m almost done,” he mumbles the lie.

“matt?”

he pauses for only a second to glance over to you. he’s met with a face scrunched in pain with an attempted smile that he thinks makes you look more like a doped up hippie than the cute effect you were going for. you plead after his glance, “pretty please?”

he rolls his eyes and sets his tattoo gun down, reluctantly swiveling over to his desk. before you even realize what exactly he’s doing there’s a airy beat of drums and piano playing from a small speaker in the room.

once he's back over to you he can tell you’re smiling even though your face is mostly covered by your arms. “thank you, i needed a distraction or something.”

he mumbles an “mhm” and returns to his work.

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there was generally no talking after that. only a few moments you observed (due to your need to cling on to literally anything going on besides the pinching at your lower side) that were any indication of matt's quiet presence. you noticed when matt would softly hum the lyrics to the instrumentals over the speaker and when you began to tap your fingers out of boredom and nerves, to which he simply placed his hand over them to force them flat while muttering a small “stop.”

when matt was completely finished he asked you if he could take a picture to add to his instagram and you agreed eagerly. he then added a strip of tattoo film over a layer of protective ointment. after he helped you to fully stand he explained how to care for it and how important cleaning is because “that shit will get gunky as fuck.” and you told him that you promise to do everything he said. he also gave you a detailed list on a card for you to follow just in case you forget.

you glance down at your tattoo one last time before you begin to leave the room you’d just spent a lengthy hour of your life in. you assume matt doesn’t want much else from you until he calls your name from his desk. you turn and see him still looking at his phone before glancing up, “uh, what’s your insta handle, so i can tag you in this?”

you don’t know why you’re surprised but you are.

you agree to exchange handles with him before deciding to compliment him once more, “my tattoo is perfect, by the way. i love it so much, thank you.” you want to tell him that you hope you didn’t annoy him too much but you don’t know if that will annoy him more. so you take his nod and hint of a smile as his way of showing appreciation, keeping your own smile bright to mask the crushing feeling of someone seeming so indifferent towards you.

after walking past the curtain and through the trinket-filled hallway you’re back to the main area of the warehouse. you see a different collection of people gathered playing pool and some more huddled on a couch looking at a girl’s phone in awe. chris is busy talking with what seems to be a close friend when you walk up to the reception desk.

when his eyes find your bright expression he’s bouncing back with energy, “hey! i’m assuming it went well?" he asks.

"very well. glad it's over though, i can't lie." you laugh while taking your debit card from your purse.

"yeah, definitely not the best feeling. especially when matt's ugly face is that close to you." chris jokes and takes your card to cash you out.

you laugh along with him but assure him that matt's looks weren't an issue. he raises his eyebrows and has a growing smirk that travels to his eyes when he gives you your card back. you try not the blush at the implication, "i didn't mean it like that."

"right," he nods and chuckles softly, "well hopefully you'll be back for another eventually?" he hands you a receipt.

"i mean how could i not with such a sweet receptionist asking me? i'm sure you get everyone to come back," you joke.

chris shrugs with a cocky grin, "somethin' like that."

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"oh my god it's fucking adorable, what?!" andrea exclaims with a spoonful of frozen yogurt still in her mouth.

she initally begged to see it as soon as she picked you up but you dramatically told her you had just experienced the worst pain of your life and you'd need a sweet treat if you were planning to not sleep the rest of the day away. so she just rolled her eyes and demanded you show her once you both arrive at your favorite frozen yogurt shop (conveniently down the street from your apartment complex).

"i knowww," you respond and quickly pull the lower part of your shirt down with a smile, taking a seat across from drea.

"how'd it go, though? i'm curious. i've only been to warehouse 79 like once, and it was for an event."

"it was good, they were all generally kind and my guy did exactly what i wanted. i'm pretty happy."

"'my guy,' oh okayy?" she takes a bite and smirks.

"not what i meant! i should have just said matt. like, the guy who did my tattoo-"

"mhmm."

"stop.” you smirk, “i mean he was not ugly by any means but he seemed to not care to get to know me at all. which is fine, he's not paid to care about me. but i doubt i'll ever see him again." you shrug taking another bite of frozen yogurt.

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[haveihitanerve]

BUS! I know I came back to land for a reason…

Also- for-word: um. Be prepared? Its not innocent. At all. Not about a bus. Um. yeah. Don't watch around people. Yeah. thats all the advice i can offer. Now go off into the world Penelope Jemima B. D. And show the world who you are 😭

(the amount of distress i had while watching this is insane) anyway:

Idk what AJ and Tom were saying at the very beginning but cuteness 

“You're gonna fucking love it.” Tom is an iconic king but also AJ and Sam laughing at his dumb little jokey intro will always be the cutest thing to me

“Hopefully in that order…” yes please lol

“BUS!” AJ really enjoyed that- gorgeous cackle, 10/10. Sam doesn't know what to do with that and Tom has just reverted to repeating it bc… wow

“First murder.” “last murder” goodness gracious what lmaooo

Toms little pat on AJ’s back as they started the scene 😭

AJ awkwardly scooting away as Sam comes closer but also moving closer because he needs to at all times be touching them 😭

“You don't see young people reading anymore.” Ok idk if its intentional or not but every time we get a scene like this in any way sam always starts insulting young people for being on their “tablets and iphones” and etc etc, and i don't know if its an actual grievance that he has at this point lmao(even tho we as fans connect to them thru this but wtv lol) or if hes mocking old people for their grievances and either one works for me really lol i just wanna knowww

Sam: Good book? AJ: *every book ever created ever in the history of ever leaves his mind* yeah yeah, uh u-yeah uh its the-the the- the sexbook. Yeah thats such a good book AJ, i agree

“Quite a coincidence.” AJ: *blinks, not sure what to do with that information just casually dropped with nothing else* wha-what Sam: *smirks* Tom: *offstage* :D 

Sam: I wrote the sexbook Tom: *oh did you??* *legs crossed, hand over mouth, classic tom pose that slays every. single. time.*

“Arthur big dick” Tom shaking with silent laughter, AJ almost caving with a laugh, Sam laughing as he says it. Idk shared laughter means a lot to me

“Name five of them.” No thats foul- because AJ couldn't even think of one and now you’re making him come up with fivvveee titles sam??? Thats loowwww XD

“Big Dick 1, 2, 3 ,4 and 5.” The groan of the crowd lmaooo- they really wanted to hear AJ come up with creative titles lol

Tom’s disappointed nose pinch in the corner XD

“Im just gonna fangirl here real quick-” yes AJ! Yes! Finally we are represented!!

Sam: You're a girl? *slowly removes his hand from Aj’s shoulders* AJ: *did not think that far ahead, nor that it’d be commented on* ye-yes? Sam: ah.*contemplates* this is much creepier than I thought it was LMAOOOOO (Toms little grin shaky laugh in the corner 🫠)

“I just feel like your writing- it just really gets to the heart of- of the sexual experience.” truly, inspirational work Sam

“Didn't like it.” Silence as AJ just stares at him. :| yes. Do continue. 👀

Tom and AJ’s laugh as Sam just doesn't answer XD

“He-hello?” AJ sounded genuinely concerned for Sam lol

“Where did you go?” “the sea.” regrets it before the words are even out- XD

The way they both broke, shook for a few seconds, and then straightened in sync is insane

Its like a fricking switch was flipped holy shit- laughing- then suddenly sitting upright and focused again lol wow

Toms little giggling in the corner omfg-

“Are you getting off? Whe-where are you getting off?” He heard the joke and immediately corrected lmaooo

“Well, turn to page seven!” “Ahhh!” “Ahhh!!” the whole finger pointing and like “hahahaha i knew you'd say it you shit” is amazing and i adore it

“How old are you?” Has to clarify for the scene, i appreciate it sam lol

“32. How-how-” “okay.” “okay.” yeah maybe its better not to clarify sam’s age- seeing as hes been at sea for 60 years yet was clearly an adult when he wrote the book and- lets not get into it

“Im actually getting off at the next stop-” “mhumhmh” AJ and Tom’s little smiles at his dumbass joke ahhhh i love

Also- side note- his book gets off already at page seven??? Thats pretty early right? Or am i tweaking? Actually its a book about sex called Sexbook so nevermind, ignore me

“Im actually a writer myself.” “oh really? What have you written?” “big vagina 1, 2, 3.” Sam completely folds at that, and Tom’s little smile as AJ smirks, proud of himself ahhh such dorks :) 

“But i haven't- *breaks* i haven't released any yet because *voice shakes with laughter* im too afraid. *sam casually dying in the background trying not to laugh* Im too afraid of showing my work *breaks again* cause i will be judged.” The hand to the heart is truly my favorite thing XD

“Jemima.” Sam: *shit what was my name again* AJ: Arthur B. D. Sam: *thats right thank you* Arthur B. D. WOW!!! AJ remembered a name!!! Brilliant. 

Brilliant stagecraft of leaving the bus AJ, adore

Tom gets to be in a scene now! Yay!

“Boys…” Sam thought he could sit down and relax- nope! AJ is trying, but, yep he has to stand again too lol

Tom unbuttoning his shirt just to reveal a shirt underneath is a power move holy shit-

“As the united kingdom communist part we just cant take that.” Tom squints at him: mmmhmmm. *shakes head because he does not like that* Sam: *does it back equally as passive aggressive* mmmmmhhhmmm

“Us fine upstanding, british *lacking a very substantial british accent* communists that we are.” 

I see Tom is trying to revive Xavier???? Or smth…

“Oh what did you just stutter to me?” His strut-

AJ’s tongue in cheek smile as he approaches-

That chin tilt???????? Oh ma my my-

“How did you get my name so wrong?” ahh how quickly the mighty fall😔

“Magnus o. Puss.” AJ’s almost break at the name lmaooo

“Cause i have a full magnus full of o puss.” Sam’s breaking of character so completely that he just covers his face in shame lmaooo XD

“You just wiped your nose.” “Sorry.” “you're wearing a jumper.” wow tom- just insult everything about him i guess XD AJ: 😔sorry…

Aj trying to escape the scene. Tom: don't just sit down and cry! No mercy…XD

“Flatmate.” “oh!” AJ’s relief lmaooo

Tom: I’m the other flatmate. :/ keep trying buddy, one day you'll join the scene again lmaooo

“Get on the couch.” “how was your day?” “how was your day?” “how was your daaaay?” the way theyre actually sitting really close together with Tom almost leaning against Sam’s shoulder 🫠

“You know, my writing,” “We’re big fans.” Tom casually interrupts to clarify and support- and like- i know its for the scene and they’re building a really quick relationship- but AJ actually is a writer/director and they do actually watch his stuff-😭- anyway-

Sam and Tom’s continuous looks at each other “Oooooooh!”

“Its from your time.” THERE WE GO!!! SOME OLD JOKES!!!! “Oh yeah, just us two 65 year old women with our 32 year old flatmate!” lmaoooo they're all women and not one of them originally meant to be XD

“Well we were five.” “At first it didn't do much for us.” I would hope not Tom, but thanks for clarifying…

“As we matured-” “as we matured-” “Like our bible-” “like our bible-” im loving this casual repetition they have going on, wonderful

“It was spiritual but also exciting.” “like cocaine.” “like cocaine.” Sam would know… and still with the repetitions XD

“That would be convenient to the plot.” I love how Sam feels the need to say this aloud and not just subtly hint at it- because knowing the two idiots he’s on stage with- sorry, chaos demons- they would totally let him try to build it up like that, and then never actually get the plot going in that direction lmaooo

“Oh my gosh.” Sam and Tom both cracking at his gasp- now drum roll, will Aj stick to the plot or is he throwing in a curveball???

“Is it convenient to the plot?” Tom looks like he doesn't want it to be- just to annoy Sam lmaooo

“And i looked out the window temporarily-” *almost breaks* Aj- i love you, but there are more casual ways to let this further the plot, you know that right XD

“Well this sounds perfectly plausible.” After he and Tom just destroyed any way it could be plausible

“You've cracked my code did you?” we get a snippet of Aj’s delightful laughter, beautiful

“Pass the torch up. There you go.” AJ: *finger point of “clever”* lol

“You cant go off again back to sea.” “..okay.” AJ’s break at the easy agreement lol-

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW i did not expect a cute hug scene!!!!!! Yay!!!! 🫠💗

Ok- i will be honest- i really though Aj was going in for a kiss at first- and i kind of believe Sam thought so too with the whole “i always wanted a daughter” to solidify its purely sweet and not romantic just in case aj gets any more ideas lol

Sam’s “oh!” and hunch drop into Big Dick because he thought he was Tom’s assistant??? And not big dick, but here he is again lmaooo

Tom’s little vibrating act made AJ fold and i think its wonderful XD

Tom climbing on a chair because he needs to be taller ofc, classic

“You could look, im not wearing underwear.” Sam, not only looking, but doing the appreciate, yeah head nod is crazy

“Im everything you fear.” AJ interrupting his build up to monologue to snort is priceless

“You were just a lowly intern-” Hang on a fucking minute sam- Tom is how old???? That was 60 years ago- i don't care how young and lowly he was- he was at least a teenager which makes him a seventy something yead old man- y'know what its better not to ask

“Even you couldn't… open it.” Tom freezing in place in an effort not to laugh, Sam’s head hanging in disappointment, and AJ just having the time of his life 

THEM GENUINELY JUST LETTING/MAKING AJ WRITE THE ENDING OF HIS SEX BOOK ON STAGE IS THE BEST AND CRAZIEST THING EVER WHAAAAAAAT

Tom’s little head drop forward like “what are you saying aj? Oh you're doing this? Okaaay…” 

“Penelope.” sam. Sam. sammy. Samuel. Its Jemima. 

“Im trapped in a vagina.” Tom, AJ, and Sam all cracking at the perfectly set up joke, classic

“How is he doing this?” Sam not helping at all and making AJ come up with it XD

“He says it just- hes a ghost.” AJ has given up lmaooo

“Astral penetration.” AJ BREAKING FULLY, FOLD ON STAGE, MID STAGE!!!!

“Magnum o, full stop, puss.” Sam checking his watch to see how much he has to speed this up lmaoooo

“Hell die inside of that vagina.” *both break* XD

“Im in my office on another floor…” Tom really wanted to be in the scene and they keep forcing him out XD

“Hes astral penetrated me-” Sam fully folds on stage too- he knew, he just knew AJ would make it weird- specifically made it so that they were established as daughter-dad relationship- and yet AJ still found a way LMAOOOO

“Don't make me call security.” “Call security! I don't care!” “Security.” “JA. I am secure.” Tom baby im just not sure thats what he meant XD

“Im just going to put this out there: we have several copies.” lmaooo Aj come on!

“But then your friend would die inside wouldn't he?” AJ: *HAHAH FUCK YOU!!!* “ahh fuck.” Sam is impressed lol

WHERE DID HE GET THE SWORD?????

[drenched exit] sam: awww come on! *disappointed as though he didn't help set it up*

[door closes with a moist SMACK] Tom: *smiles because hes proud of himself*

“You've been meditating inside a big member!” why do they keep making it worse better

[juicy splash] Sam: *makes sound of disgust and disappointment*

“Its perfectly natural!” You tell ‘em king!

Physic powers?????

“You-you've pinned it to the wall.” … aj… theres no emoji or anything to convey my expression rn, but i assume its the same as yours so… yeah…

“You must challenge him.” AJ: *breaks fully because he did not expect sam to just appear behind him while hes being tortured?? by a man rubbing his own nipples*

“Feel the tension!” i feel the tension alright😭

Aj having to laugh mid battle (real) because  w h a ha t???

What is going on😭😭😭

OH MY GOD WHAT???? SAM ESCAPED THE VAGINA????

pleasedontkisspleasedontkisspleasedontkisspleasedontkisspleasekisspleasekiss

“That vagina was so acidic.” Sam please don't say things like that while you're dying in AJ’s arms- XD

“Im so happy i met you on the bus that day.” You mean literally that morning?? Or did i miss a time jump?

“The big vagina 4. *moans*” Death. 

aj helping tom up from the floor😭🫠

AND, SCENE!!! wow. That was… wow. Ok. Um. So. If you couldn't tell, i got very distressed towards the end. Like very. It was very good though, kinda what i expected. I’m sad Luke isn't there but glad he wasn't because it would have been so much worse 😭 but uh. Yeah. that was fun! So… hope you enjoyed???

@snek-of-eden you were so right, the chaos is unmatched and wow. Thank you!!

@dawn-speckled

[flemingsfreckles]

Pretend We’re Good

Niamh Charles x Reader

Synopsis: based off this request!

Warnings: toxic behavior from both Niamh and Reader, suggestive at the end, fighting, angsty

WC: 3.3k

A/N: this is the first time I’ve written for someone other than Jessie, but I follow Niamh as a player so idk thought I’d give it a go.

Also shout out to whoever this anon was, this song is a banger and has found its way onto my driving to work playlist which I am extremely picky about, so thanks for the indirect song suggestion! 🫶

Seeing the match announcement was one thing, actually showing up and playing it was another.

Playing England was good preparation for the Olympics, they were a quality team, you knew that, but that meant you’d have to see Niamh. That meant you’d have to mark Niamh on the pitch. It meant you’d have to give her a silly handshake before the game and wish her good luck.

You and Niamh had a complicated history. You played at Liverpool together for a season before she left for Chelsea. You had always had a flirty friendship as teenagers but it never amounted to anything.

Then when she left for Chelsea, it broke your heart. Which made you realize how strong your feelings were for the girl, bawling when she said goodbye and then again at home in bed. For hours at a time you would remain motionless on your mattress, wishing she’d come back. You had been a mess for a couple weeks not knowing how to handle losing your best friend and the girl you had seemingly fallen in love with. The two of you kept in touch but it wasn’t comparable to seeing her everyday, to being her travel roommate, to being her bus buddy.

Then you got a call a season later. A call offering you a spot at Chelsea, you barely thought about it, the club's reputation, plus being back with Niamh, you easily said yes, signing your name on the line to become a blue.

Niamh was your first call, she was ecstatic about you joining the club. It didn’t take long for the two of you to fall back into your friendship and with the friendship came the oblivious flirting.

“You two are insufferable. Will you just admit you want to makeout.” Erin had teased the two of you. Her teasing, while not appreciating in the moment, had forced you and Niamh to actually sit down and talk about your feelings. You both admitted to wanting more than just a friendship and you went on your first official date after.

The next two years with Niamh were pure bliss. You played well together, you’d spend your holidays together, you met her family and she met yours.

Everything was good, until you became unhappy at Chelsea. You were progressively losing playing time to new signings, only seeing the pitch as a sub, it was impacting you heavily mentally and hurting your playing time internationally as well.

So when you got the offer to move to the NWSL, you took it. You took it and you didn’t tell Niamh until the day you confirmed the transfer.

You had broken the news at dinner in your apartment and an argument had quickly unfollowed.

“I can’t believe you’d just leave like that!” Niamh stood from the table grabbing her plate, not offering to clear yours like she typically would.

“I’m not happy here Niamh!” Niamh would be lying to herself if she said she didn’t know you were unhappy. She’d heard you rant and complain about your playing time, your struggles in training, and she had been supportive thought it all. She just never imagined you’d go as far as to leave her, to leave her and leave the country, the continent behind.

“What? I don’t make you happy?” She screamed across the room at you.

“You do! You’re the best thing I have here!” It was all you could yell back.

The defender grew quiet, looking at you with hurt eyes. “But I’m not enough, am I?” She asked quietly.

“Niamh.” You wanted to scream at her that this had nothing to do with her, she was the only reason you had stayed at this team so long. You had been given other offers but you thought maybe, somehow you’d end up with more playing time again and you’d go back to being happy where you were but that day never came.

“No, you should go, enjoy New York. Go where someone or something is enough for you.” She slammed the door behind her leaving you alone in your apartment.

The next day, your final day at Chelsea, you showed up, puffy eyed from crying instead of sleeping all night. It was quickly picked up on by the other girls, especially when Niamh didn’t come in with you, and she didn’t show up to training.

You gathered everyone in the conference room before film review. You stood up, explaining that while you loved the friendships and connections you’ve made here, to better yourself as a player it was time to move on. As you spoke you noticed Niamh slip in through the door, she looked just as rough if not worse than you did. Red cheeks, bloodshot eyes, her hair was a mess, she wasn’t dressed for training. You finished your speech before quickly saying goodbye to everyone all the girls lining up to hug you and wish you well, all the girls except Niamh who remained seated in the back of the room.

You left the facility shortly after, taking all your belongings with you before hurrying home. You were set to leave early the next morning, your belongings to be packed up by hired movers, anything you shared to be left with Niamh. You packed up just the essentials, enough to get you through the first week of your move before you could get settled.

You sent Niamh a text, asking if she wanted to come over for a bit, thinking you could talk it out, but you got no response. The next morning you hopped on a plane, having no idea if you were even still in a relationship with the girl.

It took a few weeks until you heard from her. A drunken phone call after they had won the league. A phone call that part of you wishes never came. You could tell from her first words that she must’ve been hammered, standing outside a loud nightclub or bar. Her voice brought back all of the feelings you had managed to push down for the past few weeks. Her proclamation of love over the phone, begging and pleading with you to forgive her for her stupid behavior. She begged to have you back in her bed, saying she missed the intimacy with you, the connection. She begged for a chance at long distance, to still be the one you wanted.

You never called her back. You weren’t even sure if she remembered calling.

And now here you were, standing less than an arms length away from her as you both stood waiting to enter the pitch. When you had stopped next to her, she had looked at you, when you made eye contact she gave you a small “hello” with a look of guilt across her face.

The game was easier, it was easy to forget she was there. She just looked like any other England player. You were able to push her from your mind, putting you more at ease than you had expected to be being this close to the woman after all that had happened.

It was after the game where you found yourself in uncomfortable waters with her. You had shaken her hand last, avoiding all eye contact. When Niamh tried to speak to you, you quickly dropped her hand and then made a b-line for the locker room.

“Please wait.” Her voice pleading with you as you heard her follow you down the tunnel.

“Niamh, no.” You don’t even turn back to look at her. You couldn’t, if you looked at her your body might convince you to hear her out.

“I don’t need you back, I just want closure, you deserve closure, I didn’t give you that.”

“Do you want closure or do you just want to feel less guilty for what you did to me?” You spit back at her, turning around you watch as her already guilty looking face twists into one of anger.

“You left the country with one days notice! Don’t blame this all on me!” She shouts back at you.

You sigh, you couldn’t believe this was happening. You and Niamh, standing less than three feet from each other, face to face for the first time since she left your apartment. You couldn’t determine your feeling, half of you wanted to grab her, kiss her hard and make up for all the time you two had missed out on. The other half of you was ready to shove her out of the way, leave here and hope you’d never have to play the Lionesses again. “And you walked out! You didn’t even try Niamh!”

“I didn’t know how. I didn’t even know where to start! It was such late notice. I didn’t know what to do, I loved you, I still love you.” She’s making eye contact so intense you can’t look away. This is exactly what you feared. Unable to hold back from the girl you start rambling.

“I still love you too Niamh, you think I don’t? You’re the only reason I stayed Niamh, because I loved you so fucking much, I couldn’t leave you, until playing for Chelsea became so unbearable, I had to leave to save myself, I was ready to quit.” You feel the tears on your face, suddenly very aware that you were crying.

You had only expressed how miserable you were to Niamh on the day you told her your contract was signed. She didn’t know you were on the verge of quitting, giving up on your love for the game.

You notice some of your teammates starting to filter into the tunnel. You and Niamh both stop talking as they pass by. Catarina slows down as she walks by, you try and duck your face to hide the tears. She looks between you and Niamh, giving you both a sympathetic smile before she moves on.

“Quit?” Niamh's face matches the look of your empathetic teammates in the tunnel.

You nod, avoiding making eye contact with Niamh, not wanting her to see right through you. She could always read you, she knew, you expressed your emotions too well through your eyes.

“I didn’t know it was that bad. Why didn’t you tell me?” Niamh grabs your hand, you start to pull it away but the feeling of her hand in yours again makes your stomach flutter so you leave it. “I don’t know what I can do. But,” you feel her squeeze your hand. “I want you back, or I want you again, I’m not sure I lost you, ever I don’t know what we were doing for those few months. Please?”

“We weren’t together during those months.” Sure you never confirmed a break up but you had decided not hearing from her meant you were no longer a couple. But you also hadn’t started seeing other people, the feelings of Niamh still too fresh.

“No, I know, it’s just we never broke up.”

“Niamh, I don’t know.”

“Please don’t make me beg. Even if it’s just a night? Just dinner or drinks, I’ll pay, or we can go to my place and I’ll let you yell at me, or tell me everything I did wrong, or we can just sit, whatever, just one night, me and you can we pretend we’re good? Pretend we’re something again? Go back to how it was?”

“Niamh.” You breathed out. You knew you shouldn’t. You knew both of your behaviors were toxic, you leaving with little notice and her storming out and drunkenly calling you begging for you back. You two shouldn’t be doing this. You shouldn’t, but you wanted to. You loved her still.

You wanted to have a night with her, a date, an afternoon, something! In reality you wanted her for the rest of your life. You missed her hugs, you missed the way she kissed you, you missed the way you’d sing in the car together despite both having less than excellent voices. You missed falling asleep next to her. You missed her body on yours. You missed getting up early to make her coffee or tea and bringing it to her in bed, the way she’d sit up to sip it with crazy bed head. You missed everything about her.

You missed her and this was your chance to have her again. Even if it was just to pretend, for a night.

Niamh must’ve been able to tell you were pondering. She didn’t plea with you anymore, she didn’t beg again. She just waited patiently, studying your face, the face she’s been longing for.

“Okay. One night, like we used to be.” You finally give in.

“Really?” Niamh’s face lights up at your answer. A smile across her lips. “Okay, I’ll pick you up from your hotel? Can we have dinner? Or just drinks? Or I don’t know.”

“That sounds good.” Drinks and dinner would be harmless, a good way for the two of you to talk, in public, keep it civil.

When Niamh picked you up she was dressed up. You thankfully had dressed up as well. Subconsciously when you packed, you threw in a nice matching lace set, which you had put on underneath a simple shirt and nice pants. She had gotten out of the car to open the passenger side door, something she did when you were together.

“Thank you. Thank you for agreeing to this.” She said one back in the driver’s seat.

“Yeah.” You clasped your hands in your lap, when you were together you’d have your hand on her thigh or her hand in yours, today you kept them to yourself.

“I was thinking dinner?”

“Yeah that sounds good, I haven't eaten yet.”

Niamh nods before starting to drive to dinner. She pulls into an Italian restaurant, one the two of you had frequented while together.

When you sat down Niamh ordered a glass of wine, before looking at you. “Would you like one?”

“Yeah that'd be great.” you order the same wine as Niamh. When the glasses come Niamh holds hers up, tapping it to yours before you both take a sip and fall into silence.

You break the silence first.

You apologize for leaving on such short notice. You apologize for not telling her that you were considering leaving. You apologize for not expressing how you were feeling, truly upset at Chelsea. You apologize for never calling her, for never reaching out. You apologize for everything.

Niamh just sits, listening to you, really listening. She doesn’t interrupt, she just sits, making eye contact when you look at her. You find yourself looking away most of the time, feeling embarrassed as you list all the poor behavior, all the places you went wrong.

When you’re done, you sit back looking across the table at Niamh. Thankfully your food had arrived just as you finished apologizing and you were able to occupy the silence by eating. As you start to eat, Niamh begins to speak. She hasn’t started to eat and she’s hardly looked at the pasta in front of her.

“Niamh.” You interrupt, it was rude but you wanted to ensure she knew she could eat. “Please eat, we can talk after, don’t let it get cold.”

She nods, picking up her fork and swirling it into her meal. You eat for the most part in silence. Niamh asks a few questions about your new place in New York, your new team. When you tell her it’s going well, you’re playing more, you are often in the starting IX she replies with “I know.” When you told her you scored in your first game with them, she replies the same “I know.”

You look at her. “You keep up with me?”

“Of course I do.” She says. “I watch your games, I keep up with you, you have me rooting for you all the way across the pond. I, uh, I have your jersey.”

“Really?” You definitely didn’t expect her to own a jersey of yours. You had a couple of her Chelsea jerseys and you knew she had a couple of your old Chelsea ones as well, you just didn’t expect her to buy a new one, for your new team after what happened.

“Yeah.” She sighs.

She then begins an apology list of her own. She apologizes first for the drunken call. She had remembered doing it. She apologized for storming out on you, she apologized for ignoring you when you said your goodbyes to the team. She apologized for not reaching out, something you were both guilty of.

“I do still love you.” She ends her apology with those words.

“I still love you Niamh.” You can’t help it, you loved this woman, everything about her.

You don’t get to follow up on what that meant for either of you as the waiter comes with the bill, Niamh grabbing it before you can, when you let out a pouting huff, she just gives you a glance.

“Please it’s the least I can do, plus I asked you to this.”

“Fine.” You cross your arms. “But I get the next one.”

“The next one?” Niamh’s face breaks into a small smile, just creeping on her lips. “As in, another time?”

“If that’s something you want to do?”

“Yeah.” She says. “Does that mean, we’re…” she points a finger between the two of you.

You knew it was maybe too soon to let her back in, too soon for both of you but you really didn’t care. Sitting here being able to see her, hear her, admire her, made you miss every inch of her. You wanted her back, you needed her back. Long distance would be something to figure out, but not right now, right now you had her in front of you, within reach.

You’re not sure what to call yourselves yet, so you nod. “If that’s something you want too.”

“Yeah.” The waiter comes back to the table to give Niamh her card back. You both thank him before leaving the restaurant and heading to her car. Niamh goes to open your car door, just just barely cracks it when you push it closed.

“Hey!” She turns back to scold you, coming face to face with each other.

“Hi.” You breath out practically whispering, this was the closest you two had been in a non-match situation in months. Your faces inches from each other. You look at her eyes, temporarily getting lost in their beautiful blue color. Your trance is broke by her blinking a few times. Your eyes fall to her lips and then back to her eyes. Niamh gets the hint and brings her hands up around your shoulders, pulling you slightly closer.

“Is this okay?” She asks, looking up at you with wide eyes.

You find yourself leaning in, pressing your lips to hers, they feel better than you remember, you can feel your love for her flooding through your body, your hairs standing on edge, its electric and soft and it feels safe. You were kissing Niamh. Your Niamh. The love of your life, the girl you had waited for, the girl who was with you through your teenage years and into young adulthood. This was your girl, she was yours, you promised to never let her go again.

You kiss for a second, your front gently pressed to hers as her back is leaned up against the car. It’s a passionate kiss, both of you pouring months of built up feelings into it. When you break away you can’t hide the smile across your face and by the looks of it neither can Niamh.

“I love you.” You say.

“I love you.” She then turns opening the door again, you let her this time and you get into the car. When she climbs in the drivers seat she asks where to.

“Yours?” You suggest. “I can think of a few more ways we can make up for lost time.” You give her a wink and Niamh gets the hint, quickly starting the car in the direction of her apartment. It only takes a few turns before her hand finds its way to your upper thigh, giving it a hard squeeze.

Sure it wasn’t the healthiest way of working out your problems together, but it worked, you both got your frustrations out, you were able to express your emotions, show how much you missed each other, how much you loved each other, and by the time morning came the two of you had decided you were back together.

Girlfriends, just long distance ones.

[thecapricunt1616]

Dad!Carmy x Beach Day

Okok guys more Dad!Carmy brainrot! It’s time for a walk *gently grabs your hand* okay okay so your first is away at summer camp for the first time, that was it’s whole ordeal (Carmy cried the whole first week they were gone intermittently bc he missed them esp. after you put your littlest to bed bc ‘the routine just feels odd babe we’re missing one’) so to turn his frown upside down you had been planning little outings so he wouldn’t just sit by the mailbox every day like a sad puppy waiting for the letters your kid sends home. Todays outing: A beach day! 

(More BTC 🫶) 

So as soon as your Toddler got up that morning and told you she wanted to make sand castles that day, the choice was easy. Seeing your sexy man carrying your little girl on his shoulders while you relaxed and enjoyed premium beach snacks that he’d pack for you and get some well needed tanning time? That was always a good day. 

By this time - Carmy has gone full dad mode because having a son old enough for sleep away camp and a daughter out of diapers that’s about 8 years of dad-ing, he has it all. Meaning, the man has yes - he’s gotten a truck. *Keep walking don’t look at me that way* because imagine he’d be like 

‘Babe- think, when we take the kids camping, or when we go on trips- we need something with a lot of space, plus it’s so comfy inside! And seat warmers! So you won’t get cold in the winter. And I can get a snow plow for the front so i don’t have to keep spending hours doing the driveway in the winter, and grocery shopping! Whenever we go to Costco we never have enough space and it’s so much safer you should see the safety ratings on this thing the guy really sold me on it. Unc was for it babe! He told me to go for it’  

Like he would have an endless amount of reasons but let’s be real. Little man, big truck - plus your son would think it’s cool. So you’d be all comfy up front with your cooled seats, your daughter in back in her little princess sunglasses and flip flops chewing on bubble gum to be like dad because after 6 years he’s just replaced cigarettes with nic gum and he hasn’t even considered quitting. Of course she’d have one of those little screen things on the back of the seat and bluey is on deck, or Ms Rachel if he’s feeling particularly educational that day. 

He would of course stop at Starbucks when you and your daughter ask and get her a lemonade and a cake pop, get you your signature drink he’d already have memorized for years and then a black cold brew for himself - I still can’t picture the man having anything in his coffee he still seems like a black coffee dude to me!!! 

When you get to the beach he has the whole set up. I’m talking he has the truck bed loaded, he has a beach cart and everything. You are a beach cabana family you are that family. Because let’s be real if Carmy is anything he’s prepared and every family needs that guy so Nat and Richie and all the nieces and nephews would also come hang!! He’s researched and found you the comfiest beach chairs, he has a timer on his watch and is carrying the baby to the tent and baptizing her ass in sunscreen but it’s funny because you have to force him to let you get his back 

He would totally be the sand art uncle, he would help his daughter make the sickest sand castle ever, he would teach Evie his ways too like he’d have a whole method with adding water to build a base he would be in there. Oh!! And he would loooove taking his daughter hunting for seashells. Like imagine you’re just watching as he walks back and forth with her on the shore, bright blue bucket in one hand and her little hand in another, crouching down whenever he finds a cool one and doing the same when she finds one she wants to show and bring like

“Wow! That’s a pretty one baby, I can’t wait for you to show mama that one!” He would be so supportive omg. Also teaching her how to write her name in the sand 🥹. Don’t even get me started on him bringing her swimming. She would absolutely love the game of holding onto his back while he dives under the water and he’d tell her like “take a deep breath we’re gonna go under ready!” And he would just tire her out within a few hours so that she could take a nap on his chest in the cabana after you have lunch and get a chance to talk. Premier sandwiches of course, Carmy has mastered the beach sandwich. Doritos, the whole lot. 

Oh!! Oh!! And he is a total grill master. He has a little charcoal grill he makes you guys smash burgers on the beach and you get to hang and watch the sunset, around the 4th he would always bring sparklers for the kids they would be heavily supervised of course because Carmy plus fireworks is a nervous wreck but sparklers are ok 

And of course on the way home your daughter would beg to stop for ice cream and he would be suckered in because he is absolutely the pushover parent. 

To end the day if you came home and checked the mailbox and there was a fat letter from your son detailing all of the stuff they’ve been doing that week along with a ton of pictures from the polaroid camera you sent him with it would be a day he gushes about literally forever ingrained in his memory. 

Okay, I hope you enjoyed our walk 🫶

[speedycoffeedelight]

An Animalistic Disaster

Summery : Where they go through the interview and you get a bit drunk

Masterlist

CH-16: Job hunting (part two)

After parking, you three headed towards the cafe you all talked about. The owner of the cafe was a pair of old couple and their son. Their son was a barista who wanted to make his dreams of a successful cafe come true.

Unfortunately, he wasn't great with communication and they couldn't afford to hire a waiter with a nice amount of money. So it was their last attempt at saving the cafe. How do you know all that? Well being in the news industry has its perks when it comes to information collecting.

The horns on Charlie's head and the antenna's on Vaggie's is kind of a big problem. You prayed that they would look past them. It was a small cafe in middle of the bustling road. It looked like it badly needed some renovations. Still it looked cozy enough. You four finally entered. A small ring sounded out from the bell above the entrance door, alerting the boy that was cleaning the tables of the empty cafe.

"Ah,new customers! Welcome!" A freckled, orange haired boy wearing an apron quickly rushed towards you all. His blue eyes were glittering with excitement."Please come this wa-" You cut him off quickly. "Oh no, you misunderstand. We're here for the post of the waiter."

The boy stopped in his tracks and scanned the lot of you. "Are you all here for the interview? " "Oh no only these two" you said pointing at Charlie and Vaggie.

"Gotcha, please take a seat. I'll inform inside."

You nodded and sat down nearby on a table. "Alright, we need to go through something first. Charlie, Vaggie."

"Yes!"

"Yes (Y/n)?"

"Try to act casual, okay. Try to give your best shot during the interview. If they ask you where you came from, just say overseas. It should help skip a lot of questions."

"Will do! But which country should we say if they ask?" Charlie said nervously scratching her neck. "We don't really know much about earth."

"Hm, Charlie could be from America and Vaggie from Spain I guess. I think that checks out."

"Alright then we'll say that!"

"Also about your age...."

"I'll turn about 271 this year I think -" Charlie replied.

"Great, you'll say you're 27. As for Vaggie"

You turned to the black haired girl "You can say 26 or something close to Charlie, got it?"

"Got it ."

While talking with the two and preparing them about various questions. The freckled boy came back. "I hope you're ready for the interview. Come this way please."

"Best of luck you guys!" You pulled Vaggie close before she could follow the other two. "Make sure Charlie doesn't say anything stupid. I'm trusting in you." Vaggie nodded and they followed him to another corner of the cafe where an elderly looking couple was sitting.

"Please take a seat girls."

They nodded and took the seat in front them. "I apologize we couldn't do this in more formal way...things have been a little hard." The old man said. "No, no it's fine, it's fine! We don't mind." Charlie replied laughing nervously.

"Did you two both come for this job? You know there's only one post right?"

"Yes, we know that. Well we wouldn't mind if any of us gets picked really."

"I see, are you two close friends?"

"Girlfriends, actually.." Vaggie replied.

"Oh my, that's great sweetie" the old woman said with a smile. During the whole interview, the orange haired boy stood close, listening to the whole process. (Y/n) was right, they didn't push them too much. The interview was going smoothly.

"Do have any other experiences in working somewhere?"

"Why yes, I run a hote-"

"What she means to say is, we used to work at a hotel, mam." Vaggie quickly chipped in.

Mostly smoothly, with Vaggie coming in clutchs to save Charlie's ass a couple of times.

"We probably wouldn't be able to provide you with much money yet...as you could probably see the cafe's not in its best shape right now. I hope this won't be a problem." The old man sighed.

" Oh no please, don't worry. We'll take what we can get."

"Thank you girls. Our son Adrian is intent on running this cafe. I told him he could do so much better but he insisted on staying with us."

The couple whispered at each other for a moment and then turned to Charlie and Vaggie. "Could you please go back for a bit dear? We'll come with answers soon."

Their son Adrian quickly came forward to guide them back to you.

"So you both are.... girlfriends...? Part of the LGBTQ?"

"Yes, we are. Why?" Vaggie replied.

"Nothing, it's nothing. Don't worry about it."

He turned his head away before both of them could say something and returned to you. Both you and Pentious were sitting anxiously. You let out a sigh of relief as they came back.

"So how did the interview go??" You asked pulling Vaggie close.

"I think it was fine. The owners were nice people."

"And did you pass?"

"They should announce it any time now"

After a few minutes, the couple came back alongside Adrian. You all looked at them nervously for the answer.

"Charlie's hired! I think we could use a nice cherry girl like you around here." The old man laughed. "Thank you! I'll do my best to help!" Charlie jumped off the seat in excitement.

"Just call me Mr.ronald." He shook Charlie's hand. "Could I expect you to work form tomorrow if possible? We need all the help we can get..."

"Yes of course. I'll be right here." Charlie said smiling. "Thank you Mr and Mrs.ronald."

After saying goodbyes and going outside, you let out a cheer. "You did it Charlie! I'm so proud of you." You hugged her in joy and she returned it just as happily.

For the next stop, you went around the market for cheap and broken things. You also bought some tools and equipment that Pentious said he needed. They weren't cheap, but you hoped it would be worth the money.

On your way home, you bought a bottle of wine to celebrate the victory. The others were happy to hear the news as well. Both you and Pentious jumped to work first as soon as you came. In the night, you popped open the wine bottle and poured it for the ones that transformed. You set aside some wine for Pentious since he still insisted on working outside.

Husk got caught trying to drink from Pentious's cup and you quickly moved him away. "Husk that's bad for you!" Husk just grumbled unhappily. He hadn't had booze in such a long time that it was making him go crazy.

You kept Husk on your lap and kept petting him while talking with others. Alcohol was clouding your sense a little bit so you forgot about the fact that you were fondly petting a grown man, or well a demon. Husk tired to leave couple of times but you kept a firm grip on him. And as much as he would hate to admit it, he kind of liked it. He began making purring noises unknowningly as he gave up on getting away.

Alastor and Angel were snickering looking at him from across the room. 'You finally got used to being a pet huh?' Alastor said teasingly making Husk hiss at him. You noticed this and picked up Husk and smothered him against your chest.

"Bad deer! Don't annoy my precious kitty!" You scolded Alastor and looked at Husk who was blushing madly and trying to get away again by pawing at you. "Are you alright kitty?" You held him in front of your face and he mewed in annoyance.

Charlie chuckled looking at you two. "I think you had quite enough drink (Y/n). You should rest." You wanted to say no but your head was pounding quite a bit. "Okaaay, but I want to pat the bad deer first! He still didn't let me touch him!"

Alastor's ears perked up at this statement as he quickly moved towards the door to make a run for it. But you were faster in your wobbly legs. You quickly attached yourself to his neck and nuzzled closer. Alastor briefly considered pushing you away with a violent shake. Briefly since Vaggie sensed it as well and decided to speak fast.

"Don't you try to shake her off Alastor. You'll hurt her." Vaggie replied from the chair she's was currently sitting on. She tried to gently peel you away from Alastor but you wouldn't budge making him groan. This time it was Husk's turn to laugh.

"Just indulge her a bit will you? She'll be normal once she wakes up." Charlie requested Alastor. 'Do I look like- gah, fine...'

He sighed giving in after seeing the girls glare at him. You smiled in happiness when you sensed no resistance from him anymore and dragged one of your hands to his ears. All the other demons in the room watched this eagerly.

'Shit, I really wish I had a camera right now...' Angel whispered.

'Same..' Said Cherri and Husk in unison. They both knew they won't get to see this type of thing so soon again. Cherri thought about how much money she could sell the picture for if she got it and Husk thought about how he'd have something to blackmail against him.

The fur on his ears was soft, terribly so. You carefully moved your hands from the base to the tip of his ears. You were drunk, but you were still gentle. Alastor could feel all the eyes burning at him. He couldn't remember the last time he felt so embarrassed. Unknown to him, his tail was swaying behind him making others have the time of their life seeing it.

"Soo... fluffy...." You whispered softly. Alastor's ears perked up again as he caught that. 'Okay I think that's enough. Charlie please move her before I shove her off.'

Charlie, who was having a hard time holding in laughter, immediately jumped into action. Prying you away from Alastor was no easy task. You still had a lot of strength in yourself. While you were getting dragged to your room, you got a hold of Husk who let out a meow of help. But this time, no one came to help.

Charlie tucked you inside your bed with you still holding onto Husk who just accepted his fate at this point.

"Now just rest up okay?"

"Mmhmm, I will!!"

You replied with a childlike glee making Charlie's heart swoon. She couldn't resist planting a small kiss on your forehead before exiting the room. Husk raised a eye brow at that but decided not to question it. After all, Charlie is normally known to be pretty affectionate.

Resting Husk on your chest, you began to softly pat his fur, making him purr again. He hated how much power you had over him. He was grateful no one was there to witness it this time. Charlie probably told others to keep out of your room for now.

Then suddenly you started crying. Husk was stunned. He mewoed at you to ask what's wrong.

" *Sniff* I miss you... cotton..tails..." You whispered softly. 'Who the fuck is cottontails? That can't be a person.' Husk looked at your crying face once again. He sighed and then nuzzled his head to your cheek trying to comfort you.

"Thank you kitty...." You held Husk close and rubbed your face together. 'Ugh..gross...' Husk mumbled. Then you settled him on your chest again and finally passed out.

'Finally you sleep..god I can't handle these shit being sober. I was so damn close to that wine.." Then he looked at you and found you crying softly again. 'Oh for the love of-' Although he was mentally cursing up a storm in his head, it still sucked seeing you like this. He leaned his head over and softly licked your cheeks while purring.

'What the fuck am I even doing? This shit ain't normal...' But seeing you finally stop crying and then pop up a small smile, if his eyes weren't mistaken, it felt like it was worth it.

'Sleep well kid. I'll be here when you wake up.'

He looked at you with an amount of softness he hasn't looked at anyone in a long time. He rested his head down and closed his eyes.

'Maybe feeling like this ain't bad sometimes..'

Soft yellow light engulfed the room. This time it wasn't as intensely as the ones before. It still bothered you so you turned around while holding the cat. Well the cat who just got turned into a human without either of you knowing. The light was so soft this time, others didn't notice it either till next morning.

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Several half-humans and animals surrounded your bed, mouth agape in shock and astonishment. Vaggie and Charlie were the first to find you like this. Charlie then called everyone to ask what to do. There you were, cuddling a grown ass man who they recognised as Husk, sleeping away peacefully like there's no tomorrow. And the other thing they all noticed was that Husk was shirtless. Charlie refused to believe he was naked with you since you were both still under a blanket and they couldn't see downwards.

'I'm going to wake them up. I can't stand this cheesy show in front of me.' Cherri said suddenly.

"No no you definitely should let her sleep a bit. Maybe we could get Husk to get up.." Charlie said.

'Do ya think they fucked before sleeping like this? Cause it feels like it.'

"Angel you're not helping!"

'I'm just sayin what I think.'

"Angel!"

'Cannonball!'

While they were busy chatting, Cherri took the liberty of jumping on your face,promptly waking you up. She used her tail to swat Husks face as well.

Needless to say, you never expected to wake up cuddling a half naked guy in the morning. So nobody could really blame you for the scream you let out.

A.N: (Please read) There's one thing I wanted to make clear early on is that this book may contain some spicy stuff in future. Not full smut though. I don't believe I have the capability to write those stuffs. Mostly it'll be chill and normal with some shenanigans.

Also let me apologize for writing the two things shit with Pentious 😭. I thought it would be funny to add since it's already canon. But then later I wanted nothing more than to go hide in a hole and decompose from embarrassment reading some of the comments.

That being said, although it would be bit of a spoiler but lemme just say Husk is not naked. I don't want a return of those comments :') they all wear the outfit of season 1 when they transform.

Also Charlie's age thing is reference to an annoyomus ask on Tumblr. I quite enjoyed the scenarios so I decided to throw a bit here.

Tag list: @legostars @glowinthedarkbones1150 @darifes @aria-tempest @rainbowcake1212 @luxylucylou

[oddballwriter]

How would each of them react to the reader telling them that they’re ready for another little one?

Warnings: There's talk about Marc's trauma. Are you surprised? You shouldn't be. 

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

Steven Grant

Okay so I already said in my original Moon Dad post that Steven is the type of man who wants a bunch of kids with you

Like I literally said that he would be the stay at home dad with a million photos of all of his kids and talks all about their achievements, big or small

So when you say you want another kid he's actually been on board since you had/adopted your first

He doesn't really care about the gender of the second kid even though I've made it clear that I just see him being a girl dad

Of course he has a talk with your first to say the whole "You're going to have a sibling and they'll need a lot of attention but that doesn't mean we love you any less.". That whole thing.

Though he does like the idea of having one of each. So if your first is a girl then he'd want a boy next. But again. He doesn't really care.

He's just happy because he gets to have another little one running around

Marc Spector

He'll need a bit to think about it and sit with the idea

It's not that he doesn't want to have a big happy family with you. I actually feel like he does want the whole happy family with the nice house and picket fence

But we know that he has a good amount of self doubt

Sure you and your first helped him kick the idea that he doesn't deserve a happy life but the idea of a second puts him in a funk for a few days for obvious reasons

He will leave it or make the effort to leave it and say yes but he just needs that moment to mentally prepare correctly

Marc does his best to prepare your first into being an older sibling and what that entails and means

It's the usual briefing that most older siblings get when there's going to be a little sibling. "Don't do anything bad or risky because they'll copy you." "They're going to follow you around a lot." "Be gentle"

Marc leaves behind the baggage the best he can and just asks that they love each other the same way he loved his little brother

Being a dad heals him in a way and it heals even more when he has more than one kid

I do think he imagines just two though. Marc hardly even thought of a second child so he's defiantly never thought of a third or more even

But maybe Steven can convince him with the "one for each of us" idea and I mean... the system are like brothers so maybe a third kid wouldn't be too bad

Jake Lockley

I think Jake just says yes because he's just cool with any number of kids you want

He also wouldn't really care about the second one's gender because like I said in my og post he doesn't care if he has a girl she's going to know how to do certain things and maybe how to be rugged

I do feel like he has this sense of pride if he has a good amount of kids. It makes his dad level stronger

I also feel like he gets more methodical in his work and better able to expect the unexpected

Because let's face it. Children are chaotic and unpredictable. So he knows to keep his senses up

Too quiet? Something's happening. Everyone too still? Someone is going to bolt. Giving glances? Plotting.

Jake Lockley knows how this works because everyday his kids are doing something

So yeah, sure. Add another. Add as much as you want.

[believesthings]

Not Just A Girl - Chapter 2 // Jason Sudeikis x Reader

Summary: You’re a new up and coming actress. At your first awards show, you run into your celebrity crush, Jason Sudeikis. Trying to navigate the bond you form with him while both juggling your respective careers proves to be quite the task with some unexpected twists along the way.

Tag list: @my-soupy-brain @tegan8314 @tortilla-maria1

Warning: description of car crash due to drunk driving

After an exhausting but also enjoyable day with Will promoting All Your Monsters, you decide it’s time to follow your agent’s advice to buckle down and work through some of the scripts you’ve been sent for upcoming projects. You haven’t put nearly the amount of effort into it that you should. You always give up halfway through the stack because you find you aren’t connecting with them as much as you did with your debut project.

You know at this point Todd just wants a general direction. If you could at least give him an idea of what genre of film you’re interested in, he would be pleased. He promised to bring you by dinner as well as a new stack of scripts for you to consider. He gently lays it all down (along with a stack of your mail, bless him) and he leaves soon after. He wanted to leave you be in case there was a chance that his presence would be distracting for you.

You glance over them momentarily but decide to put your focus into dinner first, sorting through your mail while you eat. Once you’re no longer sitting on an empty stomach, you’ll feel more prepared to take on the task at hand.

You decide to start at the top of the stack and just work your way through one by one. No need to overcomplicate things. Scanning through the pages of the script beneath you, you heart goes out to Todd. He’s a damn good agent. He’s already done an initial screening process of sorts, taking notes and placing them inside the cover page on the manuscripts so really all that’s left you for you to do is to just pick one.

His first note says “semblant romance” although you’re not quite sure what that means. Right below he’s written: don’t abandon it too soon. It takes a little time to develop.

And sure enough, he was right. It takes some time to warm up to the story but you can’t deny after flipping through several scenes that you’ve become enamored with the characters, Mia and James. You decide to scribble your own notes right below Todd’s handwriting.

You decide to take a minute to stand up and stretch, admiring the view from your room. You have a pretty nice view of the cityscape which you’ve come to appreciate over time living here.

Moving on the next script on the pile, you tilt your head to take in Todd’s scribbling on the bright pink post it. You’ll love the setting of this one - very futuristic. Killer cast too. I’m not telling you who, so don’t bother to ask.

You roll your eyes at this. You could just look it up and he would never know. As if he could read your thoughts, you see his next sentence. Don’t look it up. Just read the script and decide for yourself.

Chuckling at how well he seems to know you, you comply, reading on and finding out that he called it exactly right - you did love the setting of this one.

You make it about 75% of the way through before coming across another post-it. Okay, I’m sure you’re dying to call. Feel free. It doesn’t matter the time of day.

You shoot him a text. Despite the fact that you have it in writing that it doesn’t matter what time of the day is - you must admit that it’s rather late. True to his word, Todd responds right away. You go back and forth about plot and characters, with each message you find yourself getting more excited for this project.

Todd gives you a call and you answer on the first ring. You can hear him chuckling on the other end. “So, you found some stuff you like, I assume?”

“Yes. Obviously, I really like the science fiction piece.”

“Well, I told you that you wouldn’t fall in love with the first script you read. It seems like you might got discouraged but I’m glad you’ve gotten into them. What others did you like? I’ll reach out regarding your favorite pieces tomorrow and let you know what I hear.”

Todd seemed pleased that you were finally giving him feedback on other projects and you were comforted by just how good of an agent he really was.

You settle into bed to finish the script, thrilled with the possibilities of new and exciting projects ahead.

When you wake up, the sun hasn’t even risen. Just in the edge of sleep, you can just barely reach the fringes of the pleasant dream you were having, and eventually admitting that you probably weren’t going to make it back to sleep, you decide to pull yourself out of bed.

You wander over to your desk, almost tempted to dive back into reading scripts but you know you run a risk of getting sucked in and neglecting other tasks, or worse over analyze and end up back of place of disinterest.

You decide to make use of the hotel’s middle-sized gym, popping on a playlist to occupy your mind.

During filming, you had to learn quite a bit of self defense and kick boxing, and you miss the physical exertion involved in the training. Maybe, if you were to accept a role in the area, you could start looking at the possibility of building a life here. Maybe you could look at renting or even buying a home.

When the next person arrives, they pause only slightly, probably expecting the gym to be empty. You see that the sun has finally come up and decide to call it quits to give the occupant their privacy. You cool down your pace and wipe down the machine before leaving.

You grab some quick items from the breakfast buffet, not wanting to sit down and enjoy a huge meal since you were now covered in sweat.

Once you make it back to your room, you give your father an early morning call - purely to check in and let him know you’re thinking of him. He talks a bit about an expansion that his crew is working on that keeps growing in complexity due to the owner’s requests. You listen to him for a bit knowing he’ll probably have to hang up soon to organize his teams for projects for the day. He barely even says goodbye before reminding you to send your award to him and telling you about the beautiful case he is going to have built to hold it.

You shower and decide to get ready for your outing with Jason today. He told you to dress for comfort, so casual clothes is what he’s getting.

You stop to look at yourself in the mirror. You are going to hang out with Jason Sudeikis today. You are an award winning actor. In your brief time here, you’ve already met so many of your idols… you could quit tomorrow be still be contented with your career. Well, maybe that wasn’t entirely true. But it was still hard for you to grasp sometimes that this was your reality.

Checking the time does nothing but make you antsy. It’s still entirely too early in the morning. You decide to finish the supposed “semblant romance” script that you had started the night before. The science fiction scrolls had gripped you more but you couldn’t deny that you were curious in wanting to know the ending. You were still torn about whether you were rooting for the main couple or not. Mia and James have faults and they sometimes seem to feed into each other’s bad habits.

You decide to move to the window and read by the ledge, a quick check of the time assures you that you still have time to read, taking a peek to see how many pages are remaining, you can’t help but frown. There are only a handful of pages remaining. The story doesn’t seem like it will be concluded in the limited space remaining. The instability of the relationship is starting to amass into a full on break between them, the spiteful word growing more frequent.

You’re reading quickly - verging on speed reading, trying to figure out what happens. Todd always scolds you when you do this. You can hear him in your head telling you to slow down and take in the nuances of the piece.

The characters are fighting in the car on the way home. A split is definitely upcoming, you feel. Mia in a moment of anger, has removed her engagement ring. It was a symbol of hope that you were holding out for them. She throws it directly at James. Flipping the page, you take in the script.

James reacts to Mia throwing the ring at him.

Cut To:

Collision of James and Mia’s car with another vehicle, a drunk driver who missed an overpass. Vehicles are spun into a mangled mess. James and Mia’s car is upside down when the vehicles finally come to a stop.

FADE OUT

Cut to:

JAMES

Coughing, wipes his face to find blood. A dripping above him causes his attention to be drawn to the roof of the car near his head. He reaches up his bloodied hand to pluck the engagement ring off the cloth surface, bringing it to his face the glint of it. Moments pass with a vacant expression on James’ face before recognition dawns. His breathing picks up, recollecting the impact of the vehicles. He begins to struggle due to the prolonged time he has been hanging upside down.

PAN OUT TO INCLUDE:

MIA

Out of focus while the camera still shows James’ progress.

JAMES: Mia? (A silent beat) Honey?

James pauses in his struggle against his seatbelt, trying to quiet his own breathing to listen for a reaction from his fiancée. He hears nothing. The ring drops, forgotten, back onto the roof of the car while James struggles against with seatbelt with more ferocity than before.

JAMES: Mia. Mia!

His voice is hoarse and in the midst of his thrashing around the car, the seatbelt releases him. He drops into a heap onto the roof of the car. Groaning in pain at the feeling of his injured, bloodied body slamming against the beaten vehicle. Sirens are beginning to announce their arrival gradually in the distance. James flails his hands around the crunched up metal in a desperate attempt for the feeling of Mia’s hand. When he collides with her wrist, he is gripping it furiously, desperately searching for a pulse.

He feels the frantic thump beneath his fingertips. He lets out a shaky sigh.

PARAMEDIC:

Sir? Sir, can you hear me?

Blood is beginning to puddle around his mouth, coughing, he lets out a strangled reply.

JAMES

Yes. Please I need you to help my fiancée.

He feels like he can barely get the words out. The blood is rushing around him.

PARAMEDIC:

Sir? Sir - I’m sorry…

He hears something in the distance the loud screech of a police radio. Female. Dead at the scene. He can’t comprehend the words. Everything feels too loud. The sirens, the talking, the damn blood is everywhere. He sees a drop of blood fall from his face to manacled car roof below him, splattering on the ring he had placed on the very hand he was now holding in a death grip. The blood is rushing in his ears and does his best to turn out the noises around him. Closing his eyes, his body goes stiff as his realizes, beneath the blood, the wrist in his hand is cold and the frantic thumping for he has mistaken for his sweet Mia had actually just been his own, thumping through his own skin, reverberating off the lifeless limb of her hand.

"What the fuck?" you mumble to yourself. You simply drop the screenplay on the seating area in front of you. You suck in a breath, trying to control the pressure in your chest and reign yourself back in.

When your phone rings, you barely even acknowledge the caller ID before answering, stuffy 'I've been a crying mess' voice and all. "Y-Yes?"

"Are you okay?" You can hear the concern in Jason's voice and it jolts you. You're still not used to the fact that you can just talk to this man on the phone at any given moment, let alone that he would express concern for you.

You give yourself a little shake, hoping not to embarrass yourself to much with him. You let out a sniffle and try to brush it off with a laugh, "I'm reading a script... I'm alright, I promise." You look at the clock and realize it's nearly time for the two of you to meet. The noise of the wind rustling through the phone indicated to you that he was on his way.

Jason doesn't immediately reply but you can hear his breathing and the ambiance of the city. "I'm almost there. Do you need a key card to use the elevators?" He pauses waiting for your affirmation. "Ok, call down and let them know I'll need access. Take a breath. One block left and I'll be at your lobby doors."

You juggle the hotel phone to notify the reception area of Jason's arrival. Returning to the phone to the hook, you lean back on your bed with a sigh, "Okay. Your set."

The background noise lessens and you can hear Jason's footsteps on your lobby floor through the phone. Someone from reception must have met him at the front door, you can hear someone through the phone explaining how to use the key card in the elevators. "They told me your floor and room number." He teases into the phone. "You seem a little steadier now."

Suddenly realizing that he is in the elevator about to walk into your room, glancing around you see scripts littered all over the desk, the bed in disarray, you reach back up and throw the covers back up onto the bed.

Jason laughs through the phone as you hear what sounds like an elevator ding and echoing down your hall. "I hear rustling. What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to not make you think I'm a complete slob." You stop when you hear Jason's knuckles rap on your door, echoing through the phone into your ear.

You cross the room, still clutching the phone to your ear and open the door to see him end the call and pocket his phone. His smile washes away any lingering sadness, replacing it with a rush of adrenaline that sends waves of heat down your body. He steps to you and leans close, his eyes searching yours for a hint of sadness as his hands lightly touch over your cheeks and down your neck. "Alright now?"

Aside from the overwhelming urge to throw yourself at him, you're good.

You inhale slowly, his scent mixing with the still lingering hint of toothpaste on his breath. You reach up to grasp one of his wandering hands in your own. "I feel a little silly now, to tell you the truth. It just caught me off guard." You release his hand as much as you don't want to and step back to allow him to fully step into your room. With the two of you in it, you can't help but notice the room now seems quite small.

Jason's eyes fall on the script that you failed to pick up. He strides over and scoops it up, holding it out in front of him. "Is this the culprit? Mind if I take a look?"

You step forward, flipping to the offending scene and allow him a moment alone while you step into the bathroom to freshen yourself up. You don't seem to have suffered too much damage, thank god.

You stand in the doorway to find Jason, eyebrows furrowed, biting his lip. When he glances up and sees you, he says, "They're marketing this as a romance? This is a tragedy."

"I know. But.. at any rate, I'm hooked enough to want to audition for the part." You look down taking in your bare feet. "Oh, I'm so sorry! I'm going to make us late." You scurry towards the dresser to finish getting your look together. You turn back just in time to notice the flit of Jason's eyes run back up your body to your face.

He clears his throat, maybe a little embarrassed at being caught. He fiddles with the sunglasses tucked into his hoodie, allowing the fabric to pull down and you can't help but wonder about the skin beneath that hoodie and the chest hair you've seen in many pictures from the internet. He replies, "We won't be late. There's no real time crunch. Hopefully just a pleasant day."

You take in a moment to take in his appearance. The Arthur Bryant Hat, the Kansas City Chiefs hoodie. You need to speak. You need to stop staring at him like a starved animal.

"Um, I hope all the articles aren't causing any issues between you and Brett."

You glance up to find that Jason doesn't appear upset. "I really don't mind at all. Brett and I are fine, I promise."

Giving you one final look over, he asks, "Ready to go?"

You nod and make your way out towards the elevators. You decide to try to pester him for more info. "Any hints on where we're going?"

The only thing he offers up isn't much help at all. "Just something that gives us a little bit of a different pace than our lives tend to offer."

Someone from reception waves you down before you can make it to far from the elevator doors. "Just a heads up - going out the front entrance might be a little complicated." Jason gives an appreciative smile to the front clerk, who motions toward the other side of the building, "Someone will be there to meet you at the opposite door. Hope it helps..." You thank them and make your way towards the side door. Jason holds the door open for you and pauses to thank the employee waiting to guide out to the side street. He falls into step beside you and you steal the occasional glance at his face while the pair of your make your way down the sidewalk.

"Brett says you're planning on staying for a week, I assume from stack of scripts up there, you're deciding what project to take on next." He flashes a quick smile at you before turning his head back to mind the foot traffic.

“I’ve been avoiding making any decisions. Todd isn’t happy that I’ve taken this long. I was tempted to just run right back to theater, to something safe, something familiar..” you look up to see Jason’s face. He is nodding along. “I’m used to be known in my little community but it’s nothing like my experience out here.”

You both pause to cross the street at the crosswalk and Jason takes advantage to sway his body towards yours, briefly connecting his side to yours, burrowing next to you. “I keep hopping back to comedy clubs from time to time myself. I’m sure you’ll be wonderful no matter what path you choose.”

You soak up the contact between the two of you, particularly pleased that he seems to be the one initiating it. “Thank you for the vote of confidence.”

“There’s plenty more where that came from.” He fires back.

It doesn’t take long to cover the distance of a few blocks before Jason catches your arm as you walk past the entrance to one of the numerous public parks in the area. You give him a questioning look, “What?”

Intertwining his arm with yours, Jason leads you into the park. “I just figured it might be nice to walk around, enjoy the area, while the weather is inviting.”

You nod, silently agreeing. It’s been a while since you’ve spent an extended period of time outdoors since finishing filming.

Jason’s attention seems to be drawn towards a building a little in the distance. “What is it?” You ask.

He whips his head back to you, almost seeming a little caught off guard. “Oh - I just.. I did an interview once where they let us rent a row boat and go out into the water and I was just wondering…” he trails off. He squeezes your arm and steers you toward the building.

“It might not be the right time of year. Sometimes there’s only a limited few week period where places rent out canoes.” You reply.

“You wanna check it out?”

How could you say no to him? “Sure.”

You watch the attendant’s reaction to your approach. She does a double take at the sight of Jason. Relatable.

Jason smiles at her, “Hi. Do you rent out row boats here?”

She nods slowly, like she can’t quite believe it. Right there with you, sister.

“Yes. It’s um- ten dollars per hour… I’ll radio down.” She squeaks out a reply, eyes still wide with wonder. He thanks her and pulls some money from his pocket. As you walk down to the waterfront, the attendant seems to find her confidence and yells, “I love you!”

He laughs, flashing a bright smile back at her. “Thank you! I love you back.”

Once you arrive at the water, you tell him, “you just made her day, you know.”

“I’ll have to remember to get a picture with her if she’s still working when we’re finished. That is if you don’t mind?” He looks at your curiously.

“Of course not! I’d be offended if you didn’t. There’s so many people that adore you, it’s nice to know you aren’t a dick.”

Once you’re in the boat, Jason takes control of the oars. You take a moment to drink in his presence, grabbing your phone to snap a few photos of him, operating the boat and deciding which direction to take it.

He gives you a quizzical look, “I’ve got to document this showing off. Imagine, Jason Sudeikis trying to impress a girl with his rowing.”

He laughs and when he speaks his voice is a few octaves lower, “Yes. Determinedly so.”

God, the way this man flusters you.

He stops rowing, resting his arms against the oars and looking directly at you. “There you are. Flustered again. You have to know that only encourages me more.”

You halfheartedly glare at him. “I seem to get flustered whenever I’m near you, Jason. No matter the activity. All you have to do is… that.” You say gesturing towards his body.

He smiles at you joyfully and your breath hitches in your throat.

With a little more rowing from Jason, the boat reaches a small shade provided by a small batch of trees that sit near a tiny island in the center of the body of water. After securing the oars, he stretches his legs out.

You lose all track of time, floating around the water, tearing your way through any topic you can think of. You love his laugh and being able to be the one to elicit it brings you a lovely sense of pride.

The growling of your stomach makes you both realize that you've been out on the water for about 2 hours and some food could do you good.

"Alright, let's feed you." Jason quips, swinging the boat back around to head toward the docks.

Jason helps you out of the boat and you can hear the clicking of cameras. The photographers outside of your hotel seemed to have finally tracked you down. You just hope you don't fall and make a fool of yourself, the thought makes you grip Jason's hand harder. Walking back through the park towards the building where you rented to boats, you see the attendant that helped the two of you is still on her shift and you watch Jason pop over, taking a selfie with her and chatting a bit. There's a few in the growing crowd that recognize you and ask for some pictures, which you're all too happy to oblige. It's still something you're getting used to.

Jason makes his way back over to you, dipping his head towards your ear. "We will get food after this - though we might need to call for some help."

You decide to take matters into your own hands to try to help the situation. Addressing the smaller group of people in front of you, you decide to ask, "Hey - does anybody have any suggestions for where to grab something to eat?"

Jason smiles at you before leaning over to better hear one woman's suggestion.

"That sounds amazing. And you said they have Gelato?" Jason glances towards you and you both silently seem to agree you know where you're headed. A few moments later, park security comes in to clear out the crowd, making sure there's a path for your two of you to make it out safely. Jason's hand finds its way to your back as he guides you along the street to your destination.

[teardropsbottled]

🌥️ — our last summer

hii guys !1!!1!1! bet ya didnt know i like marauders 😼😼 im hurting so heres an angsty short drabble… hehe. also posted on ao3 under @sleepdeprivedshark

ship: narlily (narcissa black and lily evans)

genre: angst

tw/s: prejudice against muggleborns due to narcissa’s standing in life

synopsis: narcissa is stuck reflecting in her french chateau during the war, preparing to be wed. but she doesn’t want to. she’s mourning regulus’ death and her dearest is far, but she still has to make an irreversible choice. for the family, they say.

sometimes you have to ask them to hurt you so the pain becomes a trivial matter, after all.

it was a fine and true romance i can still recall our last summer i still see it all.

november 12th, 1978

Twenty-eight days.

It had been twenty-eight days since Regulus Black died.

Narcissa loathed the number twenty-eight.

She sat on her favorite bergére at the Black family’s chateau, given by her mother to her after her sisters declined it. She was always the scrap sister, after all. Facing the quidditch pitch, she imagined when they were young— when war hadn’t broken their childlike whimsy. Playing quidditch together, hackling the house elves, trying to see who could make an ancestor leave their portrait first— it was all gone. Her memories faded into a blur as death loomed over them, clouding the euphoria she once experienced.

Oblivion was cast onto her. Narcissa was the failed son, so why must she keep sane? She had already been thrown out of traditions. She was useless.

Seldom did she remember her childhood now, it was all confusing. Her Hogwarts years— she only remembered housemates and teachers.

Except for her.

Her Lily.

Lily Evans. The first Gryffindor to even approach her.

Their first interaction was short— a congratulations during potions after successfully completing a task together. Narcissa was enamored by her— surely she cast a charm on herself? How could a girl, let alone a muggleborn, be so endearing?

In her first year, everyone was terrified of Narcissa. She was a Black sister, so she must’ve possessed a ludicrous amount of talent. And that she did.

Consistently a top-five student, only being preceded by Lily herself, her own cousin, Sirius, and a few other students. She fulfilled all that was asked of her.

But now she was here— barred of all her contact with the British Wizarding World— constantly having to occlude.

So they wouldn’t find her.

Because, deep in her heart, there was a truth hidden deep within the chambers of her heart.

She was not toujours pur, no— She loved a muggleborn.

There she sat in her sitting room, tears streaming down her rosy cheeks, face emotionless and static.

As she fiddled with the ends of her wedding dress’s ruffles, she whimpered before standing.

I’m sorry, Lily. For the family.

-

On her wedding day, she could not admit it— when she saw that patch of long, luscious hair that did not belong to a Weasley, she was stunned.

They say brides are always the center of attention during their special day, but her heart said otherwise.

Lily took all her attention. She was spelling.

On the aisle, it all flashed into her mind, a somber goodbye. Lily’s visits to the chateau, when they would walk across the streets. When they would visit the Seine. When they tried to teach Narcissa quidditch.

‘I bid you adieu, mon coeur. Magic was never on our side. We come from vastly different worlds, but my love for you defies universes,’ she wanted to shout. But she didn’t want to say goodbye. She wished her chat with a notorious James Potter worked, that she would see a gold band on her lover’s finger. So she would stop hurting.

-

Narcissa Black was no longer a Black.

She wished it wasn’t only on paper, but rather by blood. She loved her cousins, yes, but she wanted to live a free life, without prejudice.

She fiddled with the Malfoy signet ring on her hand, gaze filled with resentment and hatred. Lucius was a good friend to her, but no more.

“Cissy. Must you play with it as it as if it is a mere toy? Be careful with that. Come, I’ll tour you around the quidditch pitch,” Lucius scolded.

“Of course, dearest.”

The words left a bitter flavor in her mouth. She may not have loved him romantically, but it still hurt her— having to lie to her betrothed. He was still her fond object of love, but rather platonically.

She couldn’t say she hadn’t expected this. The Lord and Lady Black wanted a son, yet she was their third daughter. It was inevitable. She had been betrothed to Lucius, her best friend, since she could walk.

The only things expected of her were to marry rich, despise non-purebloods, and be pretty.

But Lily Evans was too captivating.

Narcissa recalled the first time they talked— second year flying lessons. Lily soared through the skies, catching the eye of a heart-eyed James Potter. They didn’t know it, but Narcissa called it.

Lily Evans— now Lily Potter, could never be hers.

They all knew it— one day, they would leave each other, the mere memory of the other’s soft lips on theirs, the love they shared fading. As if it was trivial. Nonexistent.

[pillow-anime-talk]

whiskey on the rock.

request ; @the-fangirl-diaries​​: hello! may i please request a sebastian moran x female reader story? maybe one where it’s her first night at the tavern he goes to in episode 5 and she plays hard to get even though she finds him really attractive? it can be spicy, but not explicit.

# tags: scenario; strangers to ?; barmaid!reader; a bit romance; flirting and compliments; a kiss on the hand; sfw

includes: female reader ft. sebastian moran {mtp}

author’s note: sorry that you waited so long :( i hope you like it

When 10 o’clock in the evening came, you corrected the clothes lying on you, and then left the room considered to be the cloakroom and went to the main room of the old wooden tavern. Several customers had already gathered, especially gamblers, and you quickly glanced at every important point in the room as you made your way slowly towards the bar. There, you exchanged a brief smile with the dark-haired bartender, who immediately hunched over and went to the back room to put on loose clothes and go home to sleep. It was the time of your first ever night shift in a famous tavern. There was another girl besides you, with quite a lot of work experience, but she dealt with cleaning, as well as filling out paperwork. Your job for tonight was to pour and prepare drinks for all the customers; both men and women who also visited the bar from time to time.

You started your shift by cleaning a few glasses, and sliced some lemons. You also rearranged the liquor bottles behind you, and finally cleaned the long table where the drinks were placed.

Your first client was an elderly man with a wedding ring on his finger, and your next client was a young man with dark hair and clever eyes. Until recently, you saw him at the table with cards spread on it, but you were glad that he came to drink. It’s always some money earned and an interesting experience; the first man ordered vodka with orange juice, while the dark-haired stranger asked for the oldest whiskey with one ice cube. Of course you complied both requests.

The older guy, after drinking a shot, put the appropriate amount of money on the table and then left the tavern, while the young man was enjoying his drink, glancing at you from time to time. Out of curiosity, you asked:

“Do I have something on my face or..?”

“...No, but you could use a little smile, pretty one.” He said confidently and you just rolled your eyes. “Sebastian.”

“Y/N.”You replied right away, cleaning up the stranger’s dirty glass. “Do you come here often?”

“Often enough for me to know you’re working here from today. How do you feel? You like it?”

“Work like work. Money is all that matters in this world and the answer to whether you can buy a loaf of bread or some coffee to lighten your mood with it.” You replied, finally looking up. Sebastian just chuckled.

“That’s true.” He rested his chin on his hand, watching your movements. “I’m sure you’ll do well in your new job. Anyway, you’re a beautiful woman and I’m sure you’re strong too, so I believe it will be fine. If needed, I’ll help you fend off pushy freaks.” He said in a lower voice and you just shook your head in slight amusement.

Sebastian was very kind that evening, sitting by your side for hours, occasionally chatting up about your life, background, your favorite things, and even your hobbies. You got to know each other better, and at the end of your shift, the man thanked you for the delicious alcohol with an extra tip. Then smiled manly at you, turning to face you.

“Will you be there tomorrow too?”

“Yes. I have night shifts until the end of the week.”

“See you tomorrow then, my dear.” He kissed the outside of your hand and then walked towards his temporary apartment.

For the first time that evening your cheeks turned pink.

[sylverstorms]

Daniela x Maiden ---- Hunted Ch.7

Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch.5 Ch.6

Life in castle Dimitrescu, you come to realize, truly is a matter of perspective. 

What is a prison to most is but a necessary evil for others and even a home, for a select few. A month ago the notion that a human could find comfort in this kingdom of monsters was incomprehensible to you. Rhiannon and Alexia, here of their own free will, stood completely outside your realm of understanding. 

Now… you’re starting to reconsider your black and white point of view. 

The daughters are highly dangerous mutants, yes, but they do possess appreciable qualities. Their word, for one, is law. 

In the days following your agreement with Daniela, you indeed are given anything you could ever ask for. In return, she only requests for you to keep her company in the evening –mostly just hold her and play with her hair while she reads– for an hour or two before dinner.  

It is a fair transaction. Yet, you cannot help but wonder… is that all this is?

Bubble baths and having whatever five-star meals you want prepared, at any time, are a major thing. Unrestricted access to the libraries and the back garden so you can exercise and get your much-needed dose of fresh air, also crucial. But beyond all that… what surprises you the most is that you slowly come to appreciate, just as much as the rest, the time you spend with her. 

This strange closeness, it’s… new.

Your entire life, you’ve been on the move. One village after another, never stopping at one place for more than two months, you never had friends, let alone anything more. You didn’t miss it, only because you never knew what it was like to have such a thing in the first place. But now…

You want to deny that you like it when she casually weaves her arm around your elbow as you walk together, when she leans into you, when she lays her head on your lap while reading and demands to be petted like an oversized cat. You don’t want to smile at the way she often will just sit there, pouting and complaining about her sisters, or the weather, or whatever task her mother assigned to her that she finds dreadfully boring. 

Tonight, she’s fully immersed in her book, only making the occasional comment about the plot. Well. Whatever ‘plot’ serves as an excuse for five chapters worth of porn later, you muse, glancing down at the sea of crimson sprawled across your thighs. 

“Ah, finally he tells her he’s wanted her since the beginning!” she exclaims at one point. 

You frown. “Didn’t he, like… sleep with two other girls on his journey to her?” 

Daniela pauses for a moment. “Yeah, but that was…” she gestures ‘whatever’ with her hand. “He drank and was missing her and they just reminded him of her.”

“How romantic.” you drawl through no small amount of sarcasm. 

“Shh, it’s getting to the best part.” Daniela says and you’re about ninety percent sure you do not want to know what said part entails. 

Instead, you choose to focus on the texture of her hair, slipping like silk between your calloused fingers, as well as the general warm serenity of the library. It is easy to forget your troubles in this utter calm, surrounded by books and her vanilla scent. Easy to not think, because if you do you’ll see this as what it is; a pretty illusion that just won’t last.

“Ugh, I love graphic descriptions of abs.” Daniela gives a dreamy sigh after a while. “Those that make you feel like you can actually touch them…”

Your eyes stray to the paragraph in question. Immediately, you regret it. You could certainly live your life happily without ever having read about how the protagonist’s girl is worshiping every deep line and shadowed contour of his ‘stone-hard’ abdominals. 

“Your bisexuality knows no bounds.” the comment –and the accompanying eye-roll– were supposed to sound solely in your head. Alas, you hold your breath the second you speak them out loud. 

Daniela laughs. She laughs and you try to not think about how cute she looks throwing her head further back and exposing her neck like this. 

“Hey, I simply appreciate a fit physique.” It’s the alternate way of saying ‘I drool over any and all muscle.’ “Both in books and here in the castle.”

“Do your sisters know how much you appreciate the physique of their girlfriends?” The words hold no bite to them, just harmless teasing. 

Daniela closes the book and looks up at you with a faux scandalized expression. “Me?” she gasps. When it’s clear you’re not buying it, the angel-face grows a devilish smile and imaginary horns. “Let’s just say the girlfriends know I strongly approve of my sisters’ tastes.” 

“Mhm.” you nod. 

“Naw, don’t be like that, Knight.” she turns and nuzzles into your stomach, then lifts your shirt a bit and presses a lingering kiss to its center. “I like you more.” You feel her lips move against you, cool, soft and moist as she speaks and it makes you hot on the spot. 

Then, she decides to shatter whatever is left of your innocence with a tiny, experimental drag of her tongue up your ab crack. Your breath catches in your throat. 

Slowly, she smiles to herself as she settles back into her earlier position. “Huh. The book is right, after all. This is pretty fun.”

For the remaining half an hour until she has to get up for dinner, you suffer.    

–

–

You expect Daniela to jump into you from around the corners of corridors in the evening, but you are not quite as prepared in the morning. 

So, when it happens, you reflexively bend at the waist and almost flip her over your back. Until the familiar smell of her perfume registers in your brain and allows your shoulders to loosen under the circle of her black-clad arms. You inhale through your nose. Breathe out slowly.

“Seren, Seren, look!” She seems oblivious to the heart attack she damn near caused, pointing to the window like a kid on a sugar rush. “The sun is strong today and the temperature should rise above ten degrees. It’s the perfect time to take me out on a date like you’ve always wanted~”

Your lips flatten to a line that you bite your cheek not to break into a smile. “Like I’ve always wanted.” you repeat dully.

“Isn’t it great to finally get what you’ve been waiting for?” she zooms right in front of you, grinning. “Come on, go dress up.” Her hand motions for you to hurry almost too fast for the human eye to catch. “Go, go.”

This is the whole point of your arrangement, that you both get what you want the moment you want it, therefore it’s not like you can just tell her no. The problem is, seeing her literally buzzing with eagerness to step outside, you don’t think you would deny her anything regardless. 

A warmer blouse replaces your white shirt, an ash-gray coat on top of it. You hastily pull a scarf around your neck as you descend the staircase to the main lobby, where Daniela waits by the fireplace, rolling her key around her gloved fingers. She’s dressed exactly as she was the moment you first met in the woods, which makes you pause for a moment, muse on how long ago that day seems now.

Yet it can’t have been that long… can it? For a tense moment, a sense of alarm overthrows your excitement to be outdoors.

Until she grabs your hand and pulls you towards the main gates. The carved iron is made to look much lighter than it is as she pushes it open with one finger. The chilly air that greets your cheeks with a biting kiss does wonders to cleanse your mind of worries.

The two of you walk into the forest. Daniela no doubt knows every nook and cranny like the back of her hand; the certainty of her steps inspires confidence you won’t get lost in all the thick trees and melting snow. 

“It feels so good to finally get out of the castle.” she hums, stretching her arms over her head, bathed in the sun’s golden rays. 

Judging by the skip in her step, she would be running or flying around, if not for you. Which makes you wonder why she wants you along in the first place. If anything, you only appear to be holding her back. A question you do not voice, when instead you speak up to ask:

“The sun doesn’t bother you?”

“I’m not literally a vampire, you know.” Daniela shrugs. No, she just feeds on blood, sleeps during the day and has superpowers. Your expression must betray your thoughts because she instantly adds “Well. It’s debatable. Although my sisters and I aren’t too fond of the light, the sun is also quite warm, so not all bad. Not like it hurts us in any way.”

“Not like the cold.” you state. It isn’t a question. 

She stops in her tracks. Gives you an uncharacteristically firm look underneath the shadows of her hood, one that is both cautious and a warning. “No… not like the cold.” 

You won’t lie; you’re surprised she doesn’t deny it. “Why aren’t you fond of the light, then?” you wonder aloud. “Instincts?” 

“That, too. But mostly it makes us drowsy. And our eyesight is keener in the dark. Here, it’s like a filter has been pulled in front of me that doesn’t let me see as far.” Daniela explains. 

For the next ten minutes, you continue your trudge in comfortable silence. Soon, your destination comes into view; a small waterfall surrounded by rocks and lush vegetation you never even knew existed. A grin spreads across your lips, admiring nature’s beauty at its finest. The village still hides many surprises. 

“Knew you’d appreciate this little place.” she comments lightly. For someone you’re supposed to be taking out on a date, it sure feels like the other way around.

Almost without thinking, you kneel by the running water, letting your fingertips dip into its crystalline surface. The frost bites real hard, but it must be a dream to take a bath here during the summer. 

I won’t be here come summer. Your chin lowers. If you are, then ‘here’ won’t be nearly as pretty and peaceful. You can’t stay long. Looking up at Daniela, her subtly heterochrome orbs fixed on an orange butterfly that has landed on her hand, you wonder if you can tell her why. 

“Life sure is weird.” she whispers. “Can you imagine this beauty comes from something as ugly as a caterpillar?” The butterfly flies away, but Daniela’s irises remain fixed on the spot it used to occupy. “Both are insects. And yet… nobody wants the caterpillar.”

You don’t understand what she’s really referring to –as is often the case with her– although you get the sense her sentence is deeper than a mere observation. Is she saying that beauty defines everything? 

Or… is she telling you more than that?

Daniela rubs her gloves together and walks over to you, takes a seat on a nearby rock and leaves enough room for you to join. It is only after you do that you realize she didn’t ask; you simply went to her on your own. What that says, you aren’t sure you want to know. Is it possible to be scared of something and willingly approach it at the same time?  

“So… are these mini falls special to you? Do you come here to read under the sun when it’s hot enough?” you inquire.

“No. I don’t come often anymore.” Daniela replies. “I used to find sanctuary in this place a long time ago, though. The steady sound of the water helped me focus my thoughts. For a little while, anyway.”

“Sanctuary?” you frown. From what?

“The first years, the hunger was… maddening. Inescapable frenzy. I couldn’t even think.” Her fingers curl into claws at the recollection. “It was a nightmare. Crazy.” It may be your imagination that her voice wavers. Still, to think a monster would sound so desperate to escape herself… “I have no idea how Bela got it under control as fast as she did.”

You swallow, then ask: “And Cassandra?” 

Daniela’s dark-glossed lips press together. “Cassandra’s therapy was clearing this side of the forest of most mammals.” 

“From what I gather, this spot isn’t one of happy memories. How come you brought me?” you wonder.

Daniela gives you a borderline guilty look. “Actually… it was Rhiannon’s idea. Said if I came here with you I’d like it a lot better than being on my own. That I could gradually associate it with something nice.” A shrug. “Plus it beats my sisters’ advice for a first date.” 

“And that is?” you’re feeling bold enough to ask.

“Between Bela’s extremely specific ‘just don’t be weird’ and Cassandra’s ‘shove her into the nearest empty room, go wild and call it success’... I figured this was better.” Daniela impersonates the other two perfectly and you can’t help but chuckle. 

What an oddly normal, bizarre family. you muse, perhaps with not as much venom as you would have, weeks ago. And then, another thought strikes you. Before you have time to consider whether you should voice it or not, you find yourself looking into her strangely pretty eyes, speaking. 

“You called the early days a nightmare. …what about before them?” Before the bloodthirst. Before whatever virus turned her into what she is. If she recalls that life as you believe she does, then she must surely miss parts of it. 

Unless the butterfly does not remember ever being a caterpillar.

But her expression tells you otherwise.  

“Just more… scorched earth.” her voice is distant as she says it. Far away, to whatever messed up reality she made up dreamworlds to escape from. 

That settles it, then. Turns out she and you have the most important thing of all in common. She knows what it’s like to live in a bad dream that keeps getting darker. She knows that it’s like to be you.  

Maybe you’re the one who doesn't understand what it is to be her. 

[xojennyboo]

You were addicted to his touch. He was like a drug that you needed a dose of every day. But he was dangerous. Every time you tried to stay clear of him, he would find you. It was a push and pull reaction. “Will you be coming to the fight tonight darling?", he says over the phone, his voice heavy from the small workout he just had. “I am not sure yet. You know its not necessarily my scene,” you say to him. He stayed silent for a second before letting out a deep sigh. “Darling, you know I need you there. You are my good luck charm,” he says, even though you knew that he would get frustrated with you for not going. “Harry, I just don’t like being there. I don’t like seeing you get hurt,” you say playing with the yarn that was coming out of your blanket. “I know darling. But I promise you that I’ll win. But I need you there supporting me”, he insisted. “Please”, he begged. Now it was your turn to stay silent. You didn’t like going and he knew that. What he didn’t know was the number of men who would bother you all night over Harry. Yes, Harry was scary when he would fight, a completely different person from how he was behind closed doors with you. There were men that were scared of him but there were also men who wanted to hurt him. You tried your best to ignore them but sometimes it was too much, and you would hide in the bathroom until the fight was over. If Harry knew he would flip out.

“Still with me darling?”, he says, his voice breaking you out of your thoughts. “Yeah. I’m here. I’ll go”, you whisper, mentally preparing yourself for what’s to come. “That’s my girl. I knew you wouldn’t let me down. I promise it’ll be worth it”, he says, a bit of relief in his voice from convincing you. “I hope so. I’ll see you there H”, you say. “I’ll see you there darling. Thank you”, he says before you hung up to get ready. When you did go to see the fights, you made sure you didn’t wear anything revealing or too out there. You wanted to hide as much as possible and one piece of clothing that helped you stay calm was Harry’s black sweater.

Looking at the clock you saw that it was already 10 meaning the fight would start in an hour. Since these were illegal fights, they had to occur late at night. Harry got paid a decent amount of money for winning these fights but that would mean that he would have to beat any person willing to go in the ring with him. You quickly changed into a pair of black leggings with a t-shirt and his sweater over it. You put your hair in a ponytail and put your favorite black cap over your head. All black should be easier for you to hide. You grabbed your small bag and phone and headed downstairs and out the door to go to the fight. Sitting in your car, you closed your eyes and prayed that the fight would go well and that you wouldn’t be bothered by anyone. Your turned the ignition on and drove to the location of the fight.

Once there, you got lucky with finding a close enough parking spot. The lot was full of cars and people drinking and smoking. You put the hood of the sweater over your head and headed straight into the club. There was music playing loudly from the speakers, women who were there were either dressed normal or half naked. Grabbing your phone you doled Harry. “Hello”, you hear him say. “Hey, I’m here. Can you come get me”, you say loudly so he could hear you. “Yeah. I’ll be right out”, he says. You hang up and walk towards the back where backstage was. As you got closer you see Harry coming out, his eyes searching for you. Once he saw you, a small smile played on his face. He grabbed your hand and quickly pulled you backstage and into his changing room. Once inside, he pulls you into a kiss. Instantly your cloudy mind clears. Your dose of Harry. “I’m so glad you’re here darling”, he says pulling you to the bench that was in the middle of the room. “Are you ready?”, you ask instantly picking up the white tape and helping him prepare for the fight. “I’m ready now that you’re here”, he says, kissing your forehead.

“I’ll be alright you know”, he says, reassuring you as he notices your tense body and silent mood. You force a small smile on your face and nod. “I know”, you whisper, finishing your task. “My darling. You’re as beautiful as can be”, he says, looking at your face and admiring you. A knock on the door broke him out of his trance. “Styles, it’s time”, his trainer announced. “It’s show time”, he says getting up and heading towards the door. “Harry”, you say making him stop in tracks and turning to look at you. You get closer to him and pull him into a big hug and kiss his lips. “Please be careful and win”, you say becoming nervous and anxious. “You worry too much love. It’ll be over before you know it”, he pinches your cheek before he exits the room leaving you and your thoughts.

Once a couple of minutes go by, you manage to gather yourself together and exit his changing room to go to the main area. To your luck, there wasn’t a lot of people in the halls. You shimmy your way through the loud crowd until you get to a good pace where you can see the fight. Blow after blow you see Harry and his opponent punch each other. It was like your breath would be knocked out of your body every time your lover would get hit. His face slowly becoming covered in cuts and bruises and blood. After a couple more punches though the scene changed. Harry was becoming too tired and got hit more repeatedly. From the corner of your eye you noticed his trainer yelling at him to focus. Your could hear your heartbeat against the loud crowd that surrounded you as you saw Harry get repeatedly hit in the face. “Come on Styles. Get your head in the game. Focus!”, his trainer yelled again. Harry looked throughout the crowd that surrounded him as he were looking for someone. Unfortunately, that caused him to get a huge blow to the face knocking him down and blood to spatter from his mouth. “Harry!”, you pushed your way though the crowd to get right in front of the ring. “Harry get up!”, you scream, trying to get his attention. “Harry please”, you yell, tears spilling from your face as you saw the state he was in. He looked discombobulated at first but once he saw you, his eye lit up. “Get up”, you yell and somehow, he got the strength to get up. The crowd cheered as he got to his feet and started the fight again. You watched intently as his demeanor changed, becoming the scary Harry that you didn’t lie. His eyes darkened and his body became more tight. He repeatedly threw blows to his opponent and he knocked him out, the crowd going wild. The referee started the countdown until the fight was over. 1…2…3..Harry had won. The referee lifted Harry’s hand up announcing him as the winner and everyone cheered. Although you were happy he had won, the thought of him being on the floor hurt hit you and you felt so many emotions all at once. You didn’t wait until he saw you, instead you left the venue and drove back to your apartment. You went to the fight as he wanted, you didn’t promise to stay. On your way home your phone kept blowing up with him calling you and texting you. You weren’t in the mood to answer but you knew that he would fin you in the same place as every other time.

You sat in your sofa and waited for him to arrive. You didn’t live together, hell you weren’t even together. It was more of a situationship. He found you fascinating and you were a distraction for him, like he was to you. On cue, the door opened revealing a frantic Harry. Of course he had the key to your place, like you did to his. “What the hell is wrong with you”, he said through gritted teeth. You didn’t answer. “I was worried sick. All I saw was you running out of there crying”, he said kneeling in from of you and pulling your face to face him. His eyes contained darkness and worry as he saw you tired and puffy eyes. “You scared me tonight”, your voice broke as a tears starting spilling from your eyes. The sight made his demeanor soften, getting up and sitting next to you as he pulled you in. “Shhh. I know darling. I’m sorry”, he apologized, running his fingers through your Hair to calm you down. You calmed down for your sake and wiped your eyes with the sleeve of his sweater. “You know, I wa looking for that sweater the other day”, he says causing you to break out in a small chuckle. “There’s that smile I adore so much”, he says kissing your cheek. “I’m sorry I ran out like that. I was just overwhelmed with emotion”, you say. “You don’t have to apologize. I was just worried about you”, he says kissing our lips. “I won thigh, like I promised”, he says, a cheeky smirk on his face. “You did”, you reply. “I think that deserves a prize, don’t you think?”, Harry says, his eyes turning darker filling with lust. It was the same routine almost every fight. You both celebrated with sex…very good sex.

Without saying a word, you stand in front of him and remove his sweater from your body. Then you removed your shirt and pants, maintaining eye contact with every item of clothes that you removed. He sat back on the sofa, his legs slightly opened as you stood between them. You reached the beck of your bra and unclipped it, removing it and throwing it to the side. He shifted in his seat, the bulge in his shorts becoming more prominent with each second that passed. You turn around, your back facing him, and bend down in front of him, taking your panties off. A small groan left his lips as he saw your naked body in front of him. You turned back around facing him, throwing your panties at him. Looking at you, he brought the panties up towards his face and smelled them. “You smell so good”, he murmurs, placing them to side.

“Come here darling”, he says, his voice becoming dominant, just the way you liked. You stepped closer to him as he sat up, his hands immediately touching your soft skin. He palmed your cheeks in his large hands, kneading them as he kissed your torso. His touch ignited the fire within you that brought the sex goddess within you to come out. You were his and he was yours. “I want to taste you”, he whispers against your skin. “Come”, he pulls you to sit on the sofa as he kneels down in front of you. “Let me see that pretty pussy”, he says, spreading your legs apart as your pussy becomes face to face with him. You were wet considering everything that had happened. His touch and his words always made you wet and want him in ways you couldn’t imagine. You spent nights dreaming of him taking you in ways only he could. Claiming your body. Claiming you his.

“Fuck”, he whispers, his hands coming in contact with your folds, spreading them so he could see how wet you were for him. He came closer to you and soon you felt his lips on your inner thigh, kissing and sucking on your skin, teasing you. “Harry”, you whine as he harshly sucked your thigh creating a small red mark. “Patience darling. I’ll take care of you”, he says kissing up your thigh and repeating his actions on your other thigh. You watched intently as he kissing your thighs. You loved watching him between your legs, it was a sight you dreamt about quite often. “I can’t wait to devour you”, he says and before you could rebuttal his lips attach to your wet cunt making you moan out. His tongue explores your pussy and claimed it as he circled your clit repeatedly. His tongue did wonders. It travelled to your wet hole, licking your nectar that gave him strength. His tongue went down to your other entrance, licking you up and down, his face moving side to side as he buried his face closer. “Oh fuck”, you moan out, the vibrations of his moans causing the familiar feeling inside you to ignite. “My god, I can’t get enough of you”, he said before spitting on your cunt and continued to devour you. Your moans became louder and more frequent a your orgasm became closer. He sucked on your clit repeatedly causing your legs to start to shake and start to close in on his head. “Of fuck fuck fuck… Harry I’m gonna-“, but before you could finish your orgasm took the best of you and you came hard on his mouth. That didn’t stop him though, spreading you open again to clean the mess you made and the mess he created.

H kissed up your body, nipping at your skin here and there as he took your nipple in his mouth and sucked, his tongue swirling around the small nub. Breathlessly you watched him, his other hand reaching down your leg to rub your clit. You moaned in pleasure, closing your eyes. “Suck baby”, he says, bringing his fingers to your mouth for you to suck. You do as asked, and you sucked his finfers, your tongue swirling around them, lubricating them. “Good girl”, he praises and being his fingers back down at your entrance. Attaching his lips to yours and kissing you her inserts his two fingers inside you, the stretch feeling like he n as you moaned. He thrusted them expertly inside you, finding your g—spot immediately. “You look so pretty while you’re getting fingered baby”, he says as he curls his fingers up, you mouth opened as you gasp in ecstasy. “You like getting fingered like this darling”, he copes, your wetness getting louder with each thrust of his fingers. You whine in pleasure as you nod your head. “Mmmm I don’t think you do darling. I want you to tell daddy how much you like it”, he says, his daddy kink coming out. He curls his fingers again making you gasp. “Mmm daddy, I love it. Fuck. I love it when you finger my pussy”, you whine, feeling your second organ approaching. “Good girl darling”, he says removing his fingers from you and bringing them up to his mouth to suck. “Mmm. Tastes so sweet”, he hums.

“I need your pretty little mouth on my cock darling. Can you do that for me”, he says and you immediately get on your knees in font of him. Removing hi shorts and boxers, his cock springs up against his torso. You lick the base of it and lick up until you reach the swollen tip and take it in your mouth. You swirl your tongue around the tip before going down and taking him in your mouth. “Fuuuck that feels good”, he moans as he wraps your ponytail in his hand and bobs your head up and down. Little by little you take more in your mouth until his full length is on your mouth, the tip hitting the back of your throat making you gag. You repeat the action again but this time staying down a bit longer making him groan at the sensation. A string of saliva attaches to the tip as you take him out of your mouth. “Fuck darling. I can’t wait any longer. I need to be inside you”, he says lifting you up onto his lap.

He wraps your leg around his waist as he positions you over his cock. “My pretty darling. So beautiful”, he murmurs grabbing the base of his dick and positioning himself at your entrance. You take a hold of his broad shoulders as you prepared for the intrusion you loved so much. Slowly you sank onto him, the stretch felt amazing, your head falling back in pleasure. His hands roamed over your hair and down your back, his lips trailing your chest and placing small kisses as he waited for you to adjust. You couldn’t take it anymore and rocked your hips onto him the friction causing both of you to sigh. Once you got use to it, you rocked onto no faster, the noice of your wetness and skin against skin filling your apartment. Your breathing became nonexistent as you took in the pleasure, a small layer of sweat becoming prominent on your skin. “That’s right darling. Ride daddy’s cock” he panted as he watched your body bounce, your breasts in his face taking you all in. He wrapped his arms around your waist holding you tight as he bucked his hips upwards, thrusting into you in a new angle that cause your moans to become louder.

“Harry I’m gonna cum”, you squeaked but before you could cum he changes positions. He flipped you over so you were on all fours, your head pressed against the sofa cushion, your ass in the air waiting for it to be claimed. He kneeled down and buried his face in your cunt, flicking his tongue against your clit at a fast pace. He quickly stood up and inserted himself into you. Not waiting for you to adjust he began thrusting into you in such a fast pace that your breath was knocked out of your chest. The feeling making your legs shake from how good you were getting fucked. His palms made contact with your ass, leaving a stinging sensation, a red mark becoming prominent. You looked back at him and watched as he watched where you both connected. He made eye contact with you and he maintained it until you came hard on his cock. The sound of your wetness becoming louder as you came onto him. You whimpered in pleasure as he continued to thrust into you until he finished, spilling his load inside you like usual. “Fucking hell darling. That was amazing”, he pants, exiting you. You could feel his cum slipping out of you and running down your thigh. “What a fucking sight”, he says. “Come darling, let’s get washed up”, he said, lifting you up in his arms and heading into the shower.

You showered without saying a single word to one another. He washed your hair and body and you did the same to him. He held your hips as you washed your body, occasionally placing kisses on your forehead. He could be so sweet with you it was amazing to see how he could switch it off when he was fighting. Once you were finished, he carried you to your bedroom where you both changed into clean clothes. Luckily you always made sure he had some of his clothing at your place just in case he stayed over, which wasn’t too often unfortunately. “Thank you for coming tonight darling. I know it’s not your scene but I appreciate the effort”, he says grabbing your hands and placing a single kiss on each one. You smiled softly, leaning down to peck his lips. “You always find a way to convince me Harry”, you say a soft smile playing on his lips. “Will you be staying tonight?”, a small amount of hope traced on your voice hoping that he would. “Do you want me to stay?”, he asks leaning down at you burying his face in your neck. “You know you’re always welcomed to stay”, you say hugging him. “Not the question I asked”, he chuckles pinching your cheeks. “You know I always want you to stay”, you whispered. “Then I’ll stay”, he whispers kissing your lips, a deeper kiss than usual. “I’ll always stay for you darling. Only you”, he says. His words held some emotion that he normally didn’t show. Deep down you had hope that things would become more but for now, you could only hope and be there for him. His darling.

[blondthndrninja]

So this was an idea in my head I hadn’t written until now. I don’t think I’m good at writing these sorts of things especially about two characters having a baby but I wanted to give this a try and see how I do. Also...I’m sure Law would be the best girl-dad ever. 

Title: Uncharted Waters

Rated: Everyone

Pairing: Trafalgar Law X Nami

“Please Captain…at least take a nap for an hour?” Bepo suggested. Law had been firmly fixed in place since the moment they had arrived when he’d gotten the message from the Strawhat crew that the hour had come.

He remembered when he first found out that Nami was pregnant with their child…it was supposed to be just a scan…he’d done it before multiple times on himself and his own crewmembers but the moment he laid eyes on the new life that manifested itself, there was a shift. He remembered being silent, eyes not leaving her stomach as she saw his face soften when he looked at her before embracing her into his arms, face hidden in her hair to hide the tears that came down his face as the realization hit him.

He was going to be a dad.

The Polar Tang had never been so full of gladness then in that moment. Crewmembers embraced the two with words of ‘congratulations’ and ‘well done Captain’ along with tears of unbridled joy. The Strawhat crew had received the news in the same manner with just as much happiness despite getting a kick to the face from Sanji. 

The next few months had been trying as Nami would find herself guarded on a daily basis not just by her own crew but his. They all waited on her hand and foot when it came to her cravings or helping her to get off the ship so she could go shopping on one of the islands for clothes and items for the baby. Nami always seemed disappointed over the fact she couldn’t wear most of her favorite outfits anymore but Law couldn’t have cared less and would happily place her next to him with a tattooed hand over her growing belly which she was fine with but drew the line at him scanning her throughout her pregnancy to see how the fetus was developing.

Suddenly he sat up straighter and adjusted his hat. No, he was not going to doze off just yet not before he had met their child. He then looked down at his hands and frowned at the word ‘DEATH’ that stared back at him. People would say that he was not fit to be a father…someone with his reputation didn’t deserve to have children. Really he shouldn’t have lived this long to begin with.

He remembered when he told Cora-san that and the blond had hit him upside the head, “Idiot! Don’t say that! When you get cured you’re going to be a good man with a nice wife and beautiful children and not even think of White Lead Disease!”

‘Cora-san…I wish you could be here.’

Suddenly a door opened up and a nurse walked in and cleared her throat, “Are…um…which one of you is the father?”

“I am.” Law answered.

The nurse smiled, “I’m happy to report that the delivery was a success! Both mom and baby are doing just fine!”

“That’s wonderful news!” Penguin, Shachi, and Bepo cheered.

“Can I see them now?” Law asked the nurse.

“Of course sir just follow me…but leave the sword out here please.”

Law handed Kikoku over to Bepo and then took off his had before giving it to Shachi.

A hand landed on his shoulder. “We’ll be right here if you need anything.” Penguin said quietly giving his captain a push forward. Yes…even though Corazon wasn’t here his crew was. 

She looked just as exhausted as him but was sitting up dressed in a hospital gown with orange hair spilling over her shoulders as she held a small bundle in a pink blanket in her arms. Brown eyes looked up and a tired smile crossed her face. He mirrored it with one of his own as he made his way towards her and kissed her forehead before sitting down next to her.

“This is your papa.” Nami said to the newborn as she handed Law the bundle.

No amount of life experience could have prepared him for the moment he looked at the small bundle he now held in his arms. Dark hair like his and perfect soft brown eyes that looked up into his face as if staring directly into his soul.

The little girl let out a small sound as one of his fingers grazed her cheek and hot tears built up in his eyes before streaming down his face.

He was the father of this beautiful innocent baby girl.

“She’s perfect.”

“Yeah…she is.” Nami reasoned as tears also streamed down her face as both pirates took in the beauty of the innocent life they managed to create in this chaotic world. 

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Fics With Titles that Start With G (3) Masterlist

part one, part two

garden camping (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: They sit in Phil's parents' garden, sharing childhood stories and making plans for the future.

genre of choice (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: Dan and Phil have a romcom meet cute at a horror con.

Gentle (ao3) - Lesbianphan

Summary: Phil doesn't really look at photos of their faces that much. Truthfully, there's only so many gifs and videos of people pointing out how utterly hopelessly in love you and your partner look at each other that you can actually absorb into your brain. Phil's brain feels like mush sometimes, with the amount of feeling right there, displayed for the world to see. This livestream was special though - in so many ways, - and he found himself transfixed by the animated images of Dan's gentle touching of his face, feeling some kind of cosmic shift happening on screen, the realization on the tip of his tongue. Just a fluffy thinkpiece on their current content, and all the little moments they decided to share with their audience these past few months.

get my good side (ao3) - watergator (orphan_account)

Summary: dan and phil try to film a sex tape (just for them)

give this thing a try (ao3) - pasteldanhowells

Summary: Dan is a cashier at a grocery store, and Phil is his supervisor. One evening at work, Phil surprises Dan by asking him out on a date, and of course Dan, who's had a crush on Phil since forever, says yes. Cue, the freaking out and comfort ensues.

Glad to Be Home (ao3) - ticklishraspberries

Summary: Dan and Phil make up for the time they lost for intimacy on the tour.

Glitch (ao3) - Anonymous

Summary: Phil wrote a movie screenplay

Gloves On (ao3) - yikesola

Summary: “I can’t believe you ripped the costume off,” Phil says after the camera and lights are both turned off. He’s laughing, but there’s something in his tone that has Dan wonder if it means something other than I can’t believe you actually just got fully naked on the gaming channel.

A fic about accessories and antics.

go your own way (I'd give you my world) (ao3) - itsmyusualphannie (itsmyusualweeb)

Summary: “I’m Dan,” said Dan.

Phil could not look away from him. He thought that Dan was probably the prettiest boy he had ever seen. “I’m Phil,” he said back, because it was polite to introduce oneself to people, otherwise they would remain a stranger. “Phil Lester.”

And so they became friends.

or: a Forrest Gump AU where Phil slowly falls for his best friend as the years go by, but Dan loses himself to the world and his past.

Going Forward (ao3) - softiejace

Summary: When Phil Lester signs his students up for a mental health workshop, no scenario he's prepared for includes running into his ex...

Going Nuts (ao3) - schnaf

Summary: Dan is going nuts in Manchester. But one midnight trip to the supermarket changes everything.

gold (ao3) - catboyhowell (bloodyscarab)

Summary: i got bipolar confidence

wake up like 'shit,' then i feel like the shit

so i guess i'm the shit

gold by brockhampton

Golden Boy (ao3) - hygge

Summary: Phil takes a drawing class in university and needs a subject for his drawing final.

Gone are the days of Wine and roses (ao3) - Lizzyboo

Summary: Dan knew it had to happen eventually. And logically, he knew it was his fault. He was the one who broke it off between them all those years ago. He didn’t expect Phil to be single forever, not really. But he also kind of expected to move on himself by the time Phil would start dating.

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or the one where Phil starts seeing a girl and Dan understands that maybe he still has feelings for him.

Good Girl (ao3) - Absolutefilthimsosorry

Summary: Phil calls Dan a good girl and Dan really likes it.

good night bear (ao3) - loveforlester

Summary: “good night bear i love you”

dan howell loves phil lester.

phil lester loves dan howell.

you know the story two soulmates who met on the internet. just something is different.

dan can’t sleep without watching phil’s videos. oh and phil stopped filming videos

Good To The Last Drop (ao3) - Boardgamedanny

Summary: A bloody fic about Daniel Howell and Philip Lester

Gotta Get An Upgrade (ao3) - your_starless_eyes

Summary: Phil notices Dan becoming more and more aloof and obsessive as the tour continues on. He ends up talking to a high school in New Jersey's resident "stoner" after a fatal mistake is made on stage.

Green Sofa (ao3) - Scuddleduck

Summary: This might be Phil’s favorite place in this house to fuck, he thinks. The beds are nice, and they’ve certainly tested the integrity of the office chairs a time or two, but this green couch in the nerd cave, it really is his favorite.

Grey Sweatpants (ao3) - Absolutefilthimsosorry

Summary: Set after the filming of the fall guys dvp where dan was wearing grey sweatpants.

Grow as we go (ao3) - Mangomelions (orphan_account)

Summary: After ten years of being best friends, Dan decides he can't take it anymore. He moves out, claiming he needs to find out who he is without Phil, and that he can't stay like this forever. Really he just got sick of waiting for Phil to realise they should be more than friends. Very angsty but fluff to come. Based on Ben Platt's song Grow As We Go.

growing up or just going down (ao3) - SylvesterLester

Summary: Phil is 15 years old today. He's going to have the best birthday of his life, to kick off the best year of his life.

Right?

Guilty Pleasure (ao3) - ThoughtaThought

Summary: Dan and Phil meet at a BDSM club and decide to play. Dan is a rigger and a masochist. Phil is a sadist and a rope bunny. It’s perfect.

Guilty pleasure or: In the devil we trust (ao3) - Fearain

Summary: Basically Dan being obsessed with amazing piano music (and playing said music) and Phil slowly understanding why. Plus some friendship talk about trust, fears and dreams.

Guy Fawkes Night. (ao3) - 221bPhan

Summary: When Dan and Phil have to go to Phil's parents to celebrate, Martin's kids are put into the hands of Dan and Phil.

[kowaindar0u]

i present: yuichi's playlist! [spotify] [youtube]

(as of 3/14/2024)

as with most of the playlists i make, some songs are readily applicable, some just have the right Vibe, some are sorta funny... and in yuichi's case, there's a lot of a rain theme going on lol

(also, some are ones from my own tourabu mood playlist that i just had to bring over)

because i've always wanted to do this i'm gonna go through all the songs and maybe explain why i put it there or something?? yolo! playlist guide under the cut lol

i recommend having this going while you listen!

most songs (on the youtube version) have lyrics/translations where available!

there's a lot of kpop don't judge me lol

Dreamcatcher - Full Moon this is a song from dc to their fans on their first anniversary lol, so the themes of a somewhat-new bond are pretty relevant!

Seventeen- Campfire do i even need to explain? sobs this song makes my heart warm ... just thinking about yuichi & all the toudans sitting around a campfire having *sniffles* precious moments... ; A;

Rihanna - Umbrella LMAO this one is very on-the-nose but also just thinking about it's hilarious, i couldn't resist. (plus like... it's a jam. also lyrically it actually does fit!)

Dreamcatcher - Boca be prepared to see a lot of dreamcatcher w/me, they're my Favorite(TM). anyway Boca is about protecting someone from harsh words (better translation is "if those thornlike words / start to hurt you / i won't let them open that boca (mouth)") AND has a very rainy/stormy atmosphere which makes it perfect. yes i know my toudans are Sword Warriors yes i still want to protect them as best i can!! (it's more about like. bullying and hate but yknow. similar sentiments...shhh...)

The Weather Girls - It's Raining Men ...............i don't think i need to explain myself on this >.> (THO HAHA IMAGINE IF THIS WAS HOW SWORDS MANIFESTED IN HIS HONMARU i'm dead)

ToppDogg -Annie (Anniversary) another 'anniversary' type song, i think it speaks for itself. saniwa💙toudans!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Clean Bandit - Rather Be lyrically, yes!! being a saniwa is not an easy or peaceful job by any means but yuichi wouldn't want to be anywhere else <3 also the song makes me think of rainy/cool moist days!

Seventeen - Home seventeen shows up a decent amount too, but what can i say? the songs fit lol. saniwa-toudan relationships might not always be 100% sunshine and rainbows, but... they are home, no?

Twice - Feel Special GOD. this song came out while i was very into tkrb a few years ago and so that plus the song itself made me actually cry when i first watched it lol. it's so fitting though, i think from toudan or yuichi's perspective. for yuichi, he clearly struggles with his self-worth, and is...well, he's no stranger to a breakdown. but ... he's got so many touken danshi around him who love him

Girls' Generation - Talk Talk no explanation needed methinks! <3 just comparing a love to the rain

SF9 - The Beat Goes On okay this song is just like... pure beach episode, everyone gathering in the sunset and having a great time being free with each other. i include it on so many playlists where i just want to imagine a joyful time with the whole cast of whatever, it just has to go here too, even if you'd be hard-pressed to get yuichi on a beach lol

Yuju - Play this is just strictly for the vibes. i don't know that yuichi has someone who dipped and hurt him like that (but it could be interesting i guess lol). the song just is perfect for the rainy atmosphere

Dreamcatcher - Piri i told u prepare for dreamcatcher lol. anyway this song is literally about like... depression and getting to a point where you need a lifeline. very yuichi, unfortunately

New Politics - One of Us another "do i even need to explain?" song ;u; it's definitely on my tkrb playlist lol. also the lyric video is kinda fun lol imagining it as different toudans at the table

Gfriend - Summer Rain just very nice rainy vibes.

Super Junior - Why I Like You this song (the whole album really) has always given me rainy/humid vibes. but also... love <3 (ofc not necessarily romantic in yuichi's case! but yknow what i mean)

Flo Rida - My House almost a joke addition but like... also almost not a joke LOL

David Cook - Come Back to Me okay this song is tkrb playlist because it's like... 100% kiwame send-off vibes. i initially added it after watching hanamaru, thinking about kashuu sending off yasusada, but i think it also suits most sendoffs very well. i wanna cry. sobs....

SF9 - RPM So I don't have a good reason for adding this to yuichi's or my tkrb playlist other than it makes me think of using time travel to go on a mission. also i just REALLY like the song... and listening to it with the rain going is mmmwah *chef kiss*. just imagine a team going up to the [time travel device] all ready to fucking GO, looking all badass in the mist and shit. and then PPEPWWW they go! and now they're ready to fuck shit up (to un-fuck the timeline)... it's the VIBES AGAIN

Darren Hayes - Bloodstained Heart no words needed <3

Dreamcatcher - Over the Sky another anniversary fan song from dc! this song just makes me so happy and like. energized. spring time. anime conventions. so it's on my tkrb playlist, but it's also a sweet and fun song so, yknow, puts it on.

Ravi - Lean on Me is this yuichi talking to a toudan? or a toudan talking to yuichi? or ? who knows, but either way, i like it. sweet and reliable.

Seventeen - Thanks just... a song about being so grateful to know and love someone.

Major Lazer - Cold Water (the one song with justin bieber i listen to unironically lol)

Seventeen - Holiday oh man just LISTEN to it, even without the lyrics it's just like. fun!! party!! chill!!

SF9 - Bibora a jam. a rainy jam. but also maybe some parts of it speak to yuichi.

Jinsoul (Loona) - Singing in the Rain KNK - Rain Super Junior - Raining Spell for Love Strictly for the vibes.

JBJ - True Colors oh man. this song makes me cry too. my heart...

Starley - Call on Me Another song that I think explains itself lol

Dreamcatcher - Reason yet another anniversary song from deukae but it fits. through all the triumphs and hardships, despair and joy, the toudans in this citadel have become his whole reason for being and they inspire him to keep going and do better and be someone they can depend on and be proud to call their saniwa.

[thatguywiththefaceog]

A Hand's on Lesson

An art trade with @ramdomaxes

Mrs. McGee decides to teach her son how to knock up June Chen...

Warning the following story contains both incest and fictional minors in sexual situations. If this makes you uncomfortable or are under 18 please do not read. This story is rated E for explicit and is for adults only. This story is a complete work of fiction.

Sharon was picking up forgotten clothes from the hall when she heard a noise coming from her son's room.

“Yeah, yeah. Like that.” Followed by a giggle and some slurping sound. She dared to peek into Darryl's room. Her son was sitting on his bed pants and undies around his ankles while June Chen from across the street sucked his little boy cock.

Darryl noticed Sharon peeking from the other side of the door. “Mom!”

June popped the dick out if mouth and stood up. Both of them started babbling at the same time. “Mrs. McGee! I'm so sorry I didn't mean to offend you.” “Mom, look you can't be mad at me you have dad so you know.”

“Wo, wow kids slow down. No one's in trouble. But I do have some questions.” Sharon sat down on the bed between the two tweens. “June, have you had your period yet?”

“Mom!”

June blushed. “Y-yes.”

Sharon smirked. “Oh really. June, do you love this family?”

“Of course I do Mrs. McGee.”

“Then would you want to be a part of it?”

“Mrs. McGee?”

“Or at the very least make one.”

“Mom what are you-”

“Yes.”

“Well then it's a good thing I'm here. June how about you bare Darryl’s child.”

June felt her throat go dry. “Yes.”

“Wait, hold on…”

Sharon put her hands all over June’s tummy. “Ah come on Darryl don't you want to see this all swollen? You know you what to knock all this up.”

Any retort the boy had was useless as his free dick gave the answer as it grew hard.

“Come on, this will be easier if we were all natural.” She pulled off her blouse and pulled down her jeans, leaving the older woman in a pair of black bra and panties. June looked over Sharon with envy. Fat folds in her stomach, huge ass, and her boobs were bursting out her bra. She could see why Darryl was so enamored with her mature body. Her hands reached back and undid her bra clasp letting the garment fall to the floor. Now free her heavy breasts sagged down. Dark brown areolas covered a large amount of Sharon's breasts, June noted.

Sharon slipped off her panties. June also could help but note that Mrs. McGee had a thick bush over her mound.

“Darryl, take it off,” Sharon chided her son. She said it casually, like she was preparing him for a bath.

The boy stepped out of his pants and pulled off his socks. His hoodie and tee were discarded next. He stood in front of both June and his mother in all his nude glory with his stiff lil boner sticking out.

The nude mother and son soon turned their attention to June. Sharon put her hand on June’s shoulder. “Your turn dear.”

June gulped. “Okay.” She pulled up the sweater the girl was wearing. Mrs. McGee then pulled off her socks. At this, June got the general message. She undid her skirt and pulled them down. Her tight shorts went next. She then pulled up her sweater. June was left in a pink pair of panties and a plain white tee shirt. She could hear her heart pumping 8n her ear at this point. While Darryl watched, Mrs. McGee pulled off her shirt. Her flat chest was exposed to the mother son pair. Her black nipples were already hard. With nothing left but her panties June slid them off. Unlike the mature Mrs. McGee, June was completely bald down stairs. The McGees noticed the shine of slick at her puffy lower lips.

Sharon put her hands on both their bare shoulders. “How about we pick up where you kids left off?” She led them back to the bed. “Okay, Darryl spread your legs. June, get started.” June obeyed and put her lips on Darryl’s tip. She went down, taking his little boy cock in her mouth. “Now don’t be afraid to use your tongue. Move it around.” She listened to her and swirled her tongue along to his shaft. Darryl began to whimper. Sharon petted June’s hair. “Goog, good. He likes it. Now you see his balls? Use your right hand to gently massage them.” June reached out and grabbed Darryl’s balls. “Careful, careful. Not too hard.” The sensations proved to be too much for the boy and he came. June’s eyes widened as hot seed was pumped down her throat. She tried to keep most of it in her mouth, but a lot dripped down her chin. Taking a napkin, Mrs. McGee cleaned her up.

“Aw that was amazing!” Darryl said.

“Darryl, don’t you think you should return the favor?” Sharon asked her son.

“Yes mom.”

“Here June, lie on top of me.” Sharon layed down, leaning against some pillows against the headboard. She beckoned the girl over. June laid down against her naked body. Sharon's breasts and stomach were soft and warm. June’s own pussy heated up. “Now spread your legs for me.” She nodded as June obeyed. “Good. Good. Darryl get over here and lay on your stomach.”

Darryl knew what his mother was getting. He got into position, his face right in June’s crotch. She looked on as she felt his hot breath against her privates. With his mother whispering encouragement and June whimpering, he ran his tongue along June’s slit. He dug deeper, pushing past her lower lips and licking her walls. Her slick coated his tongue.

“Ne, fuck!” Sharon patted the girl on her head as her son ate her out.

“Darryl, penetration is important but you're forgetting an important part, her clitoris” she pointed to the nub just above Darryl’s tongue. “Now what I want you to do is lick in a circular motion.That part is very important. Circular motion. And while you're doing that, use your index and middle finger to penetrate her vagina, okay?”

Her son nodded. June writhed and moaned as Darryl did what he was told. Her head between Mrs. McGee's wonderful pillows. Her hard nipples brushed against the girl's ears as her head turned.

“Nagh, shit shit!” June came, a burst of liquid squirted out of her sex onto Darryl’s tongue and face.

“That was great. You both did so well. June, are you ready to bare my grandchild?”

Still horny out of her mind, June nodded. Being young and full of life, Darryl was still very much hard. He got up and hovered over her. He grabbed his manhood and guided into June’s ready sex. She gasped as her virgin pussy stretched to fit his boyhood.

Sharon felt June’s body bump back into hers as Darryl thrusted into June. Her cute little tushy was rubbing up against her own hungry sex. Christ Sharon could feel the heat radiating from her down stairs. She sent her right hand down behind June until she found her own sex. Sharon gasped as her fingers penetrated herself. June’s buttcheeks rested on Sharon's knuckles.

She worked herself as the children rutted onto top of her. Darryl thrusted in and out of the neighbor girl. June looked into his eyes and pulled his head in for a kiss. Sharon started working her clit, furiously rubbing herself to her son’s own fucking.

“It's coming. I'm cumming. Fuck!”

All three of them came. June’s walls milked Darryl’s penis with each spasm as he shot load after load of warm seed deep inside her. Sharon came as well, her hairy snatch seeking fluids down. Several sperm cells swam into the girl's womb. They found the egg cell where one broke through the walls, successfully giving June a McGee child. Neither of them knew it yet as Darryl pulled his now soft dick out of June, letting the spare cum roll down her taint.

“Alright! You kids Okay? Did you have fun? June, how you feeling?”

She placed her hand over her stomach. “Full.”

Mrs. McGee chuckled at that. “Let’s get cleaned up.” She herded the naked childern into the bathroom. She turned on the shower and once the water was hot, three went in. Following her lead, the kids started lathering up their bodies, washing off the sweat and bodily fluids. As they washed Sharon hunched down, sicking her big bottom out. SHe let out a hearty moan as a stream of clear piss came out of her.

“Remember to pee after you had an orgasm. It’s very healthy for your urethra.”

Darryl shrugged and let himself pee right there inside the shower. His yellow pee swirled around their feet. “If it’s healthy," June thought as she let herself go. Pee fell down her thighs. After washing their feet, Mrs. McGee dried the two before sending June back home. It would be a few weeks before she would miss her period and had plenty of time to do it again in the meantime.