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ptergwen · 4 years ago

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you know that one scene in ffh when people keep knocking on the door while fury is trying to speak to peter? could you maybe do something like that but instead it’s peter and stark reader wanting some alone time (you can make it smut or fluff idm!) also, i am so in love with your work it’s amazing :)❣️

knock before you enter

w/c: 1.3k

warnings: implied smut, dirty jokes, swearing

a/n: i went a lil overboard because i was having too much fun :,) and i kinda combined the two i hope that’s okay!

you let out a breath of relief as peter finally presses his lips to yours. he grins at that, his hands continuing to roam your body while you kiss. it’s a needy kiss, one you’ve been waiting the whole day to share.

you’d thought europe of all places would give you the opportunity to explore each other more. you’re away from your overbearing father, you don’t have team responsibilities. there was one mishap with a water monster nearly destroying the city. you both managed to fight it off together. tony was right to make you bring your suit, and may encouraged her nephew to do the same. the stark’s and parker’s think alike.

most of the pestering you’ve faced this trip has come from your teachers and fellow classmates. whether it’s mr. dell assigning work or flash trying to film you two for a livestream, you and peter can’t get a moment alone. that’s about to change. you’re in peter’s hotel room after a fun yet highly supervised day in venice.

most kids are getting ready for bed, at mr. harrington’s request. he’s adamant on everyone having a good night sleep before the walking tour you’re taking tomorrow. you and peter plan to do everything but sleep, however.

“you taste like toothpaste,” peter mumbles against your mouth, arms winding around your back. “is that a good or bad thing?” you giggle and tug at his undone curls. that elicits a high pitched whine from him. “depends on who you ask. me personally, i think it’s sexy.” he’s laying over you on his bed, your fingers tangling in his locks. “open up, then,” you practically purr. peter happily obliges and resumes his kissing.

right when his tongue glides over your lower lip, there’s a knock on the wall.

“i thought you said ned wouldn’t be back…” your words trail off when peter starts to kiss down your neck. “for a while,” you add, softer. “he won’t. last time i checked, he was with betty,” peter replies and effortlessly finds your sweet spot. he nudges it with his nose, making a smile spread across your face. “ok, keep going,” you pull on the roots of his hair gently. peter pecks at your lips. “gotcha, baby.”

he’s kissing his way back to your sweet spot when there’s more knocking, this time much louder. with quirked eyebrows, peter detaches his lips from your skin. “um… hello?” he hesitantly answers. “finally. i was ready to come kick down your door, you idiot,” mj speaks through the thin wall. you squeeze your eyes shut in annoyance, not saying anything. “what do you want, mj? it’s late,” peter sighs back.

“so what? i know you’re not sleeping,” mj insists, leaning against the wall. “i can hear everything. hey, y/n.” peter’s face tints a light shade of pink. you make wide eyes up at him. “hi, i guess. you good over there?” her lips form a line. “i was until the horrendous sounds of parker clapping your cheeks disturbed my reading.” peter grips at your waist with a pout.

“what? we weren’t- i- i didn’t-“ “spare me the details,” mj sharply cuts in, opening whatever mystery novel she recently bought. “i don’t care what you do, as long as you do it quietly. deal?” seeing as peter is too flustered to speak, you take over again. “yeah, sorry. we’ll tone it down. goodnight, em.” “ciao,” she says before returning to her book.

peter shakes his head, fully burying his face in your neck. “that was embarrassing. she’s so…” “nosy,” you finish for him. your fingers brush back some hair that flopped over his forehead. “at least she’s not telling on us or whatever.” he puffs air out of his cheeks, placing a kiss under your chin. “true. you wanna pick up where we left off?” “ugh, yes,” you instantly groan.

your lips are colliding with peter’s again, just like that. it isn’t for too long. his hands settle on your stomach and under your shorts, then you hear someone banging on the door. they talk before either you or peter can tell them to fuck off.

“y/n, is that you?” brad questions, your face twisting in confusion. “uh, yeah. how’d you know?” peter bites the inside of his cheek while brad converses. “i stopped by your room. betty said you might be here… with him.” the him in question is peter, who chuckles bitterly. “what’s up, buddy? we’re kind of in the middle of something. i’m sure you knew that, too.”

“i didn’t, but thanks for sharing,” brad sarcastically responds. “y/n said she’d give me her notes on one of the da vinci exhibits.” peter cocks his head to the side. “she did?” he wonders, looking over at you. “you did?” “it was either that or help him myself,” you explain and drag your fingers along the back of his neck soothingly. “the kid doesn’t leave me alone.”

peter nods, wrapping a protective arm around your middle. “she’ll give you them tomorrow, brad. isn’t it past your bedtime?” “point taken,” brad scoffs and heads back to his room. you draw peter in closer to you. “thanks, pete. hopefully, that’ll be our last guest for the night.” he kisses both your cheeks with a grin. “where were we, mio amore?”

“ooh, i love it when you speak italian,” you giggle, peter cupping your face in his hands.“grazie, bellissima.” he winks and earns a puzzled face from you. “bellissima?” “that means beautiful.” instead of responding with words, you use your mouth to move on his. peter happily kisses back and lets your tongues intertwine. things quickly heat up, peter slipping your shorts down your legs and you lifting his pajama shirt.

you’re both only half undressed and running off broken up kisses, but so desperate. you part your legs for peter, his fingers hooking in the waistband of your panties. “think you can keep your oath of silence?” he teases and nips at your covered collarbone. “the real question is, can you?” you challenge. peter doesn’t get the chance to answer because the door suddenly flies open.

there stands ned, his mouth agape at the sight of a shirtless peter undressing you. you’re the first to notice. you see over peter’s shoulder and gasp. concern covers his features. “what is it, baby? do you want-“ “ned!” you whisper yell. his concern becomes shock. “you want ned?” “no, peter! he’s right there!” teeth sinking into your lip, you point behind him. peter looks and surely enough, there’s his best friend rendered speechless in the doorway.

“dude, what the hell are you doing here?” peter squeaks, you grabbing your shorts from next to you. he turns around to shield you while you put them back on. “aren’t you supposed to be with betty?” “we, um, finished,” ned gulps in response. “finished what- oh.” peter scratches the back of his neck as it hits him. “yuck, ned. a gentleman never tells.” “says you! this is my room too, you know,” he defends himself, you moving out from behind peter.

“and betty’s room is also mine. consider us even,” you hand peter his t-shirt with a satisfied smirk. he murmurs a thank you and throws it back on. ned uncomfortably shifts from foot to foot in the doorway. “that’s fair… are you leaving now?” “i should before mr. harrington makes his rounds,” you reluctantly decide. “i liked it better when people actually knocked,” peter says under his breath, standing to give you a goodnight hug.

“it’s not even this bad at home. i’ll take my dad and friday spying on us over a walk of shame any day,” you exhale as peter pulls you into his chest. hugging back by his torso, you give him an innocent kiss on the cheek. his lips brush your forehead. “maybe we’ll have better luck tomorrow. should we try again, same time?” a familiar and irritated voice yells through the wall. mj.

“please god, no!”

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skyeet-the-writer · 4 years ago

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The Love Among Us

Chapter 1-- I’d Never Snitch On Daddy

so i haven’t seen many corpse husband x reader stories on here, so i decided to upload one myself. i’ve been watching jacksepticeye’s among us videos and when i heard corpse talk for the first time, i was like, “hol up” and now i’ve been obsessed with him. also, go stream his music on spotify, it’s amazing. enjoy! x.

corpse husband x female!reader

summary: while playing among us, y/n watches corpse kill felix in o2. when his body is reported, however, she doesn’t tell who killed him.

word count: ~3.6k

warnings: swearing, mentions of death (not real death), mentions of murder (not real murder)

EDIT: before i wrote this and after i published it, i did not know that corpse did not like to be referred to as “daddy”. had i known this, i would have not even thought of posting this. and since i know now, i won’t refer to him as such in the future. thank you. (10/19/2020)

EDIT 2: this is the first part to my corpse x reader series. i will be adding chapters as we go!

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4 rounds before the incident

“I was in coms with PJ!” Sean exclaims.

“He is doing the liar voice!” Felix shouts with a laugh.

“I’m not,” Sean tries to say, but everyone talks over him and the voting time ends. Everyone left alive, though it was only four people, had all voted for him and he yells at them as he gets ejected.

stinky was not the imposter

2 imposters remain

The round ends and everyone unmutes themselves.

“Lizzie, you saw Felix kill me and you did nothing!” Roomie yells as soon as the round ends and the imposters are revealed.

“Yeah, because I was the other imposter.”

“Oh. Okay, well that makes sense.”

Everyone laughs and Ken starts the round again.

“Wait, can I invite y/n to play? She’s doing her twenty-four-hour stream and she just finished playing Monopoly with Mark, Bob, and Wade,” says Lizzie, looking down at her phone as they all appear back in the waiting room.

“Yes,” Corpse blurts out and there are a few laughs and chuckles.

“You were quick to answer, Corpse,” Sean teases.

“Shut up,” Corpse mumbles and there are even more laughs.

Lizzie smiles and taps into her phone. “I’m gonna invite her.”

“I can’t believe that you actually made that deal, y/n,” Wade is telling you after ending the second round of Monopoly that you’ve played with them.

You smile and cross your legs on your chair. “Look, I was going bankrupt and it seemed good at the time. Besides, Mark was going to win anyway, he owned half of the board.” Your phone buzzes beside you on your desk and you pick it up. “Lizzie texted me.” There’s a sound effect that plays in your headset and you look up at your screen and smile. “Thanks to _lorieplays _for donating a hundred dollars, that means a lot. Thank you so much.”

“Do you want to play another round?” Marks asks.

You shake your head, reading the text from your friend in England. “No, I don’t want to lose to you again.” You laugh. “Nah, Lizzie wants me to play Among Us with her and a few others. It was fun playing with you guys.”

“It was even though you took all of my money,” Bob snaps.

You laugh. “Yeah, yeah. See you guys later.”

“Bye,” says Mark.

“See y--” Wade begins but you cut him off when you disconnect from the call.

“Oops.” You put a hand over your mouth and laugh. “Sorry, Wade. Okay.” You straighten up and glance over everything, making sure it’s all working properly. “I have to pee and I think my roommate ordered pizza, so we’ll be back after this short break. Enjoy this live feed of my pet rats.” You giggle and switch the stream over to a view of your two rats in their cage where you have a camera set up. You take your headset off and head out of your recording room.

Every two months, you have a twenty-four-hour livestream where you play games with your friends from all around the world. Despite being only twenty-five, your Youtube channel had grown exponentially in the past three years and you’ve had the chance to meet lots of other Youtubers like Markiplier, PewDiePie, and your close friend, LDShadowLady.

Currently, you’re on hour twenty of twenty-four and you’re beginning to feel the effects of not sleeping for a whole day. You had been drinking coffee and energy drinks for the past four hours and that seemed to perk you up for two hours max. But your roommate had ordered pizza and that would hopefully wake you up.

After going to the bathroom and grabbing an entire box of pizza, you return to your recording room and sit down. You put your headset back on and eat a slice of pizza before switching the views back to you. “And we’re back. I hope you guys enjoyed my rats because I don’t. They keep me up at night.”

You read a comment while loading up Among Us and laugh. “No, they’re not dead. They’re sleeping. They do that a lot when they’re not fighting.”

When you finally get into the game and entire the code, you spawn in. You also quickly join the Discord chat and wince when nearly ten voices hit you at once.

“y/n!” exclaims Lizzie and the other voices die down for a moment before rising to greet you.

You wince again but laugh. “Jesus, you guys are loud. Hey, Lizzie.” You move your character to the customize tab and go to try and switch your color. But then you frown and realize that you’re stuck with being dark blue. “Damn, I wanted to be white.”

“Do you want to switch?” Corpse asks.

Your eyes widen you your stomach flips. You hadn’t noticed Corpse was in this game. Immediately, your chat became flooded with keyboard smashing and lots of “omg my shipp” and “y/n rlly said ‘anna oop-’”

“Uh, yeah, if you don’t mind,” you manage to stutter out and take a bite of pizza as Corpse’s player comes over and the white option becomes available. You select it and also select the goggles in the hats menu.

“How’s your stream going?” asks Sean.

You shrug. “Pretty good. I’m super tired, though. I literally almost fell asleep while playing Monopoly with Mark, Wade, and Bob.”

“You went to college, right?” You’re pretty sure that’s Roomie.

“Yep,” you affirm with a nod even though they can’t see you. “You’d think that those all-nighters writing papers and studying for finals would make me able to do this.”

There’s a laugh in the group and the round starts.

3 rounds before the incident

You scratch your eyebrow and sigh in relief when you’re the crewmate. You mute yourself and slide up in your chair.

“I like being the crewmate,” you say, heading towards admin as a habit. “It’s a lot less stressful than being imposter.”

After doing your tasks in admin and fueling the engines, you stumble across a dead body in the lower engine and a vent closing.

“Oh,” you say, and press the report button. You unmute yourself and begin with, “So I saw a vent close but I didn’t see who went in.”

“Who died?” asks Lizzie.

“Felix,” says Sean.

You smirk. “It’s always yellow that dies first.”

“Where was the body?” Ken asks.

“Lower engine,” you reply.

“I was in medbay with Corpse doing the scan so it wasn’t him,” PJ says and Corpse makes a noise of confirmation.

This makes your cheeks heat up and you smack a hand over your mouth. Your chat explodes again but you decide to ignore it.

“And I was doing wires in cafeteria,” Lizzie says.

“Sean, where were you?”

“I was in reactor doing the simon says thing,” he answers.

You sigh. “I hate that one. What about you, Ken?”

“I was with Roomie in electrical doing the power thing. You know, the one where you have to divert it somewhere else.”

“So do we skip then?” asks Lizzie.

“No one is super sus, so I’m going to skip,” you answer.

When no one is ejected, you mute yourself again. “I dunno why, but Sean seems pretty sus. Because I didn’t see him on the way down from upper engine. But I guess he could have gotten there in time.” You shrug and run over to the trash chute in the cafeteria. “RIP to Felix, though.”

After doing the trash there, you head down to storage, running into Corpse doing the wires in there. You wait there to clear him and once you do, you run a few circles around him to get his attention and he follows you over to the trash in storage and watches you do that. After that, the two of you head over to electric together and do wires there.

Suddenly, there’s a body reported and you unmute yourself.

“Sean just killed Lizzie in front of me!” exclaims PJ.

“PJ killed Lizzie,” Sean retorts, flipping the blame. “I watched it, he didn’t realize I was there and murdered her.”

“I watched PJ do the scan in medbay, he’s cleared,” Corpse says and you find yourself smiling for no reason. “Sean, you killed Lizzie.”

“I knew he was sus,” you say, grabbing another piece of pizza. You look at the box and your eyes widen. Had you really already eaten half of it?

“Wait wait, how am I sus?” Sean asks.

You take a moment to swallow. “Because when I was doing fuel earlier, I was running down from upper engine and didn’t see you in reactor. Sure, maybe you could have gotten there earlier, but it was super weird.”

The discussion time ends and PJ immediately goes to vote for Sean as well as you, Corpse, and everyone else still alive. Sean ends up getting ejected.

stinky was an imposter

1 imposter remains

“You’re such a detective, y/n,” Sean says when he gets ejected.

You laugh. “I just play this game too much.” You then mute yourself and smile. “I am a genius.”

You end up finishing your tasks quickly after that and then stand in the cafeteria and eat another piece of pizza and read some of the chat.

“’ What am I going to do after this?’ I don’t know. I might play some Minecraft. Should I have a poll on Twitter? I’m stuck between public Among Us games, Minecraft, and taking random quizzes on Buzzfeed.” You smile and hear another sound effect and something pops up on the screen. “Thank you to coochie man for donating a hundred dollars, that means a lot.” You laugh at their name. “I love your name, by the way.”

There’s some rattling in the cage behind you and you turn around to see one of your rats drinking water. You turn back to the chat and read another comment. “’ Do you have a crush on Corpse?’” You blush and smile, biting your lip. “I mean, his voice is hot. I’ve never met him since he lives in San Diego and I live in h/t, but yeah, I guess I do. I’ve been listening to his music for the past few days and it’s really good, you guys should go check it out.”

You look up and unmute yourself when a body is reported. “Who died?” you ask. “I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Are you already done with your tasks, y/n?” Corpse asks.

God, even the way he says your name is making you blush. “Yeah, I get them done quick.”

“She does that,” says Lizzie, “She always gets her tasks done quick.”

“Ken is dead by the way,” says Roomie and your snort, smacking a hand over your mouth. “I found him in the hallway by navigation. Where was everyone else?”

“I was in cafeteria doing nothing,” you say, leaning back in your chair and spinning around just a little. “I think I saw PJ downloading while I was in there, but I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Yeah, I was downloading,” says Ken.

After more discussion, Corpse points out that Jaiden had been following him and it looked like she had been faking tasks.

“No I haven’t,” she says.

“That sounds like something the imposter would say,” you hum with a smirk. “That’s pretty sus, Jaiden.”

Everyone else agrees and you all end up voting Jaiden out.

jaiden was the imposter

0 imposters remain

You cheer as the round ends and a blue victory screen pops up for the crewmates. “Good game, guys,” you say and play again, waiting for the host.

1 round before the incident

“Oh my god, I’m imposter again?” you groan and sigh when you spawn back in. “I was just imposter, I don’t want to be it again. I’m so bad at it,”

After another short round of you and Felix losing to the crewmates, you all agreed to play two more rounds before Sean had to leave. So you move your character to admin where PJ is and fake the card swipe before moving over to the admin security thing where you could see who was around where. Luckily, no one appeared to be near admin, so you quickly kill PJ and escape through the vent and come out through medbay.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” you whisper over and over, running down to storage. “That was clean.” You fake getting fuel and go back up to the upper engine.

When PJ’s body is reported, you see that your fellow imposter, Sean, had reported it. You stay silent for most of the round and only say that you were in the fuel area when it was reported.

“Yeah, I saw her run past electrical earlier,” Corpse says. You blush and glance at your exploding chat and shake your head.

After everyone skips the round, you mute yourself once more and head towards navigation. “I hate this.” You drag the last syllable and watch Lizzie enter the room. You wait a moment before walking towards her and killing her, jumping into one of the vents. You let out a sigh and flex your fingers. “I’m so stressed.” You exit out of the vent into shields and your heart stops when you see someone else in there but you realize that it’s the other imposter, Sean, and you relax.

You run past him and go to the trash compartments and pretend to unload those. And that’s how the rest of the round goes. You kill someone, someone reports it and you vote someone off. Eventually, you and Sean do a double kill and end up winning the round.

You unmute yourself.

“Let’s go!” Sean exclaims and you smile.

“I can’t believe you killed me, y/n!” shouts Lizzie. “I thought we were friends.”

You laugh. “There are no friends in this game. I’m not loyal to anyone in this game. You could be my best friend and I would fucking murder you.”

“That’s cold,” says Roomie as everyone else spawns back in.

“Yeah,” you nod.

“Wait, PJ disconnected,” says Sean, and you all end up waiting for him to rejoin.

In that time, you look at your chat and say, “Hey, do you guys have any questions for who I’m playing with. I’m asking you, chat.”

“I swear if someone asks about my hands, I’m leaving,” Corpse says and everyone laughs.

You laugh louder when you read a comment and read it aloud, “_Ironlady _says that you should be a hand model, Corpse.”

“Okay, I’m leaving,” you hear Corpse say over everyone laughing.

“No, stay!” you exclaim, trying not to laugh. “C’mon, don’t leave.”

He sighs deeply and your brain goes fuzzy. “Fine. I’ll stay for you.”

You beam and your tummy turns. You ignore the whistles and remarks from everyone else and stand beside Corpse. You suddenly wish that the little bean characters could hold hands.

When PJ joins the server again, Ken starts the round and you cross your fingers, hoping to get crewmate.

0 rounds before the incident

You mute yourself and sigh when you’re a crewmate. “Thank god.” You let out a breath and go over to admin with everyone else. You swipe your card and go to the cafeteria to do some wires there.

The game turns out to be rather uneventful. A few people die and two people are voted off before the game gets truly interesting. And that happens when you walk in on Corpse and Felix.

“I’ve had this song stuck in my head for days,” you’re saying, walking from electrical over to O2. “And I can’t get it out of my head. Maybe singing it will help.” You hum the first part. “Don't go in there, you'll become one. Freaky creatures, monster party. Eyes of yellow, scales and feathers, tails in tethers. Turn the lights off. Bend the nightmare, you control it. Artful dodger, easy does it. Shut the closet, get under the covers. Snakes and lovers. Turn the lights off.” You do a little dance for a moment and continue hum the song, glancing at the chat as you go towards O2 after doing wires in storage.

“Like, I know the song, it’s just been stuck in my head,” you explain. “And it kind of annoys me--”

But you stop as you enter O2 and watch Corpse murder Felix. Neither one of you move and you don’t know what to do. “Uhhh.”

Then, without thinking, you turn straight around and make your way away from the scene of the murder. “I didn’t see anything!” you shout to no one. “I suddenly can’t see who murdered Felix.” You smack a hand over your mouth and stand in the middle of a hallway. “Oh my god, what do I do? I don’t want to snitch on Corpse, he’s hot.” You scratch the back of your neck and shrug, continuing on to reactor. “I didn’t see anything.”

You’re in the middle of doing the simon says in reactor when Felix’s body is reported. You unmute yourself and fidget with the sleeve of your hoodie. You know exactly who killed Felix.

“--was in O2,” says Jaiden and you focus back into the conversation. “And I didn’t see anyone around.”

“I saw you heading that way, y/n, but I know it wasn’t you because I saw you do the trash in storage.”

You look at the screen when Sean talks to you and you chew your lip. “I know who killed Felix.”

“Who?” asks almost everyone at the same time.

You close your eyes and swallow. It’s just a game, why are you taking this so seriously? Suddenly, a song lyric pops into your head and your stomach flips. You imagine yourself saying it and no one knows who you mean except for him.

You open your eyes. “I’d never snitch on daddy.”

There’s a laugh in the chat and you blush fiercely, your livestream chat blowing up once again.

“I think we know who it is, then,” says Sean, laughing.

“Yeah,” agrees Lizzie and your eyes widen.

“Wait, what?” you ask, watching everyone vote almost as soon as the discussion time ends. “Wait, hang on, who--”

“We know who you’re talking about, y/n,” PJ tells you.

You vote for yourself and your brain goes blank as you see that everyone voted for Corpse. He even voted for himself. They knew. They all _knew _about your feelings for Corpse.

The round ends with Corpse being voted out and the crewmates win. There’s some talking, but you stay on the victory screen. You’re trying to decide if your mad or embarrassed or both.

“I didn’t know you’d say that, y/n,” Corpse says, effectively breaking you out of your trance. “I thought you were gonna snitch on me.”

“You heard her,” teases Lizzie and you can tell she’s grinning. “She’d never snitch on you, Corpse.”

He laughs and you feel something in a certain place. “Oh my god, I’m gonna die of embarrassment.” You put your face in your hands, listening to your friends tease you in the chat. You suddenly want to jump out your window and run into traffic.

“Don’t die,” comes Corpse’s voice through the onslaught of teasing. “I’ll be sad.”

“Fuck!” you shout and slam your hand on your desk, shaking your equipment and scaring your rats. “I’m so sorry, Corpse, that was really weird, I--”

“Stop.” He interrupts you and the chat goes silent and you look up at the screen even though you can’t see him. “It’s okay. It was funny.”

Your eyes widen and then narrow. Funny? He thought what you said was funny? How could he think it was funny?

But then he speaks again and he sounds oddly flustered. “Uh, I gotta go. Um, it was fun playing with you guys. Bye, y/n.”

“Bye Cor--” but then he disconnects and you’re left talking to no one. “--pse.”

There’s a long moment of silence until Felix breaks it. “I can’t believe you just watched me die and didn’t do anything about it.”

There are some laughs and you smile faintly, rejoining the game. “Yeah, uh, sorry about that.”

“Are you okay, y/n?” asks Lizzie.

You blush and swallow. “I don’t know. God, I’m so weird.” You run a hand through your hair and adjust your headphones

“No, you’re not,” Roomie assures you. “He has a crush on you, too.”

Your eyes widen and you scoot up in your chair. “He does?”

“I mean, he called you pretty once during a game and said that he watches your videos a lot, so maybe.”

You groan and sink in your chair. “I’m gonna go, I need to run into traffic now.”

A few people laugh or chuckle and Lizzie asks you if you’re actually going to leave.

“Yeah,” you tell her. “But not to run into traffic. I’m going to go play Minecraft to soothe myself.”

“Aw.” You can practically hear her frown. “Okay. Bye, y/n.”

“Good luck with your stream,” Ken tells you.

You grin. “Okay, thanks, bye.”

When you exit the game and leave the chat, you scream. You actually scream and it’s loud. Your roommate even knocks on your door, asking if you’re okay.

You look at them and nod. “Yeah, totally fine. Probably about to have a mental breakdown, but I’m fine.”

“Okay,” they say and lean on the doorframe. “But I’m not cutting bangs for you again.”

You laugh and nod. “Yeah, okay, fine.” They leave and you turn back to your stream, feeling like you’re about to cry. Corpse knows you have a crush on him. And it seems like he has one on you as well, but now you’re embarrassed because you called him ‘daddy’ on stream.

You rub your eyes. “Well, now I know what’ll be streaming on Twitter tonight,” you tell the chat.

#corpse_husband #corpse husband #x reader #female reader #corpse husband x reader #corpse_husband x reader #jacksepticeye #among us #ldshadowlady #pewdiepie #fanfic

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ericspinkhair · 4 years ago

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wedding fun pt. 2

pairing: dom!Eric, dom!Sunwoo x sub!reader

word count: 2k

synopsis: avoiding Eric and Sunwoo after the wedding is unsuccessful and you end up having sex in the bathroom after filming the first episode of Kingdom and Queendom (just imagine both are taking place at the same time)

a/n: you can find pt. 1 here

please send in requests!!

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Ever since your sister's wedding you had completely been avoiding your brother. This probably made him even more aware that something was wrong but you just couldn't face him after what you'd done.

Sometimes you'd wake up at night, your panties soaked to the core with your arousal. The memories of that night kept haunting you in your dreams and you just couldn't forget how good they had felt on your skin.

Nevertheless, they were Changmin's friends and also his members so you shouldn't have crossed the line. Especially since you were an idol as well and were expected to not have any romantic, let alone sexual relationships. Luckily you remembered having used protection so you at least didn't have to worry about possibly being pregnant.

Despite not answering any texts, you probably couldn't get around talking to Changmin today. You also were going to see Sunwoo and Eric for the first time after the wedding.

Today was the start of both Kingdom and Queendom respectfully and the boyz as well as your group had been invited to the show. Shortly, you would have to perform the song with the most wins and your performance would be broadcasted live through mnet.

It was hard to tell whether you were dying of nervousness because of that or because you had to face Changmin, Eric and Sunwoo. Right now you were waiting for the announcement for your group to be called in. You were already wearing your outfits and had the makeup on but you were sweating so much that you felt like the paint was melting off your face.

Finally, you got the cue to go inside so your group walked through the huge door hand in hand.

The inside was very familiar as it was the same set that you had seen in Road to Kingdom. You were the last group to go in so everyone else was already seated and all eyes were on you.

"Oh, y/n!" someone exclaimed and when you turned to the side you saw Changmin waving and smiling at you. You awkwardly smiled back, feeling the two boys next to him stare at you intensely.

The other groups were cheering for you and you were bowing in respect for your sunbaenims. Meeting all of these seniors was so exciting. If only you weren't that occupied by different thoughts.

Nevertheless, your performance went well without any mistakes. During the rehearsal you encountered some problems but during the livestream everything went smoothly. It felt like such a privilege to be able to watch all these amazing performances for free. Of course the boyz wowed everyone with their mesmerizing dance moves and concept. You couldn't keep your eyes off them and allowed yourself to watch Eric and Sunwoo while they were concentrated on something else.

Gosh, they were so beautiful.

Throughout the rest of the recording you made a point to stare intensely at the mcs and not looking in their direction at all.

After everything was done, everyone went back to their assigned dressing rooms to remove the makeup and to put on normal clothes. You decided to take a trip to the bathroom on your way back and when you were on your way to the dressing room some of the the boyz members were coming in your direction. Changmin was luckily not one of them but both Sunwoo and Eric were there. You quickly turned on your heels and fled back into the bathroom.

This was so embarrassing. You had briefly made eye contact with Eric so you knew he had definitely seen you run away. You stood in front of the sink and looked into the mirror. Your cheeks were red from embarrassment and you looked like you were about to cry.

Suddenly the door opened and you quickly turned around.

"This is the women's bathroom," you said flustered as Sunwoo and Eric entered. They just shrugged innocently.

"We just wanted to talk to you. Last time we saw you, you just disappeared," Sunwoo smirked at you. So they definitely did remember what had happened that night and felt the need to talk about it.

"You cannot tell Changmin. He can't ever know."

"Oh, we won't tell him." "But we should do it again."

"What?" you asked dumbfounded. Do what?

"We should have never done it. We crossed the line and we can't do it again. We are not only idols but you're also my brother's friends and members," you tried to explain to them. It's not like you didn't want to but more like you really really shouldn't.

"Do you regret it? I had a feeling you enjoyed yourself," Eric teased you. You didn't answer because you were on the verge of admitting it.

Sunwoo stepped dangerously close to you. "If I were to kiss you right now, would you let me?" he asked. His face was mere inches apart and you could feel the excitement running through your body. His lips looked so soft and plumb. Biting your lip, you nod. Stupid brain!

He took no time in pressing his lips onto yours and slowly but surely moved them against yours. With his hands he was holding your hips and you put your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

"Can I, too?" you heard Eric ask from behind. You breath out a 'yes' and immediately felt his lips on your neck. This seemed like major deja vu of the wedding night. The difference was that now you couldn't blame your actions on the alcohol. Also a bathroom in mnet's building was much more public than a private wedding venue.

Your lips connected with Eric's as Sunwoo started kissing down your collar bone. Eric's tongue slipped past your lips and your tongues were dancing together.

As Sunwoo was probably giving you hickeys he started caressing your still clothed breasts. To make it easier for him you disconnected from Eric and pulled off the dress you had been wearing for the evaluation. In seconds your bra was unclasped and Sunwoo had free access to your boobs.

Sober, you realized that the man really knew what he was doing. He was paying special attention to your nipples, sucking on them, swirling his tongue around them and slightly biting them just hard enough so it wouldn't hurt. Your breathing was become more and more irregular and you also noticed how bulges were forming in their pants.

Without any reason, you became brave and started palming both of them with your hands. Neither of them were shy of moaning and the tension in the room was becoming higher.

Then you sank to the ground and started unzipping Sunwoo's pants. Simultaneously Eric unzipped his and now you had two beautiful cocks waiting anxiously for you to touch them. Sunwoo guided you to his and you gave it a lick before deciding to take the whole thing in your mouth. He moaned out your name which encouraged you to go deeper. Sunwoo really had to refrain himself from just pushing your head down and fucking your face but he had to remember that you still were very inexperienced and he shouldn't cross your limit. With your other hand you were stroking Eric's dick and he had his eyes closed, enjoying the sensation.

"y/n," Eric whined. He clearly wasn't getting enough satisfaction and wanted what you had been giving Sunwoo. So you took his length in your mouth and started pleasuring him this way.

At the same time, Sunwoo carefully pulled down your soaking wet panties and slid his index finger over your pussy. Your whole body shivered at that. He was slowly rubbing it before he started lapping at your pussy. His tongue was doing wonders and you had a hard time keeping yourself upright. That's why Eric lay down on the floor to make it easier for you. You went into the 69 position so your pussy was hovering right above Eric's face. Now he had perfect access to your clit while Sunwoo was able to stimulate you with his long fingers. Having both of them work on you quickly brought you to the brim of an orgasm. Noticing your increased breathing and moaning they suddenly stopped. You were disappointed but then you understood why.

"Ride me!" Eric proposed to you. You were a bit unsure but still positioned your pussy above his dick after they had put on condoms. You sank down slowly and it felt less uncomfortable compared to before. You began to move soon but you were very unsure what to do with your body. Last time they had done all the moving so this didn't feel very natural. Eric started meeting your thrusts and at some point you had to rest your upper body on his because it felt so overwhelming. While you might have been on top, he was still in control, thrusting from below and making your whole body shake. At the same time, you tried to pleasure Sunwoo with your hands but Eric made it hard for you to concentrate on anything else. What was it about these boys that made you lose control?

At one point, you really were just lying there, letting Eric roughly pound you from below. You felt an orgasm approach again so you already knew you were probably going to be denied again.

And you were right. Now it was Sunwoo's turn and he picked you up and put you on the sink. You were sitting and he was standing. He was roughly grabbing your hips to have better control while slamming into you. He turned your head and you could see him fuck you in the mirror. Why did it feel so good when it looked so dirty?

You wondered whether or not they would let you have an orgasm this time. After all the stimulation you were ready to let it all go. Clenching around his cock, Sunwoo went even faster and you had to grab onto his shoulders to not fall apart. Your eyes were rolling back and you were moaning/screaming out his name as the orgasm finally washed over your body. He let you ride out your orgasm on his cock, before pulling out. You were a bit confused because you were quite sure he hadn't come yet.

"Can we come on you?" he asked and you saw Eric stare at you excitedly. You motioned Eric over and started rubbing them once again. It didn't take long before they shot their cum on you, most of it landing on your tummy and boobs. Breathing heavily, they each silently thanked you with a kiss.

You slid down from the sink and looked in the mirror. Your hair was a mess and you had a lot of cum dripping down your body. Eric and Sunwoo quickly made sure to clean you and themselves up.

"Changmin really can't know. Our managers neither," they told you. Seems like no one wanted trouble just some fun.

"Can we have your number?" they asked you. You gave it to them but just because you were quite sure that you didn't have enough self restraint to say no. Having sex with them also felt better than anything else in the world. Your hand could not compare to the touch of Eric and Sunwoo.

This is how your friends with benefits relationship started. During the shooting for the show, you had sex every time. You also started visiting Changmin in the dorm. You pretended that everything was normal but then quietly had a quickie with one or both of them. This was your dirty little secret.

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symphonicmetal101 · 4 years ago

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OM Reacts to MC Towel Dropping on Live(?)

Saw this. Other WIPS can wait, here we go.

Shorter than usual, sorry.

LUCIFER

You waltzed into his office with a towel wrapped around yourself, and your phone angled down on yourself.

Levi and Asmodeus had given you a shoutout, and as payment, you were supposed to try and prank Lucifer.

As you walked in, you explained to your viewers that you were dressed in just a towel because you lost a bet to Mammon, (lies), but you had promised a tour of HOL for them, and of course, you would deliver

Lucifer was glaring at you the whole time, not pleased that you had interrupted his workflow.

"Sorry Lucifer!" You turned to leave, but faked a gasp as you dropped the towel.

His head shot up, but upon seeing you dressed, he returned to his work.

"You'll come by later for your punishment." Was it for the prank? Was it for the interruption? We'll never know.

MAMMON

You had lost a bet to Asmo, so now you had to give a tour of HOL on live while wearing just a towel.

You weren't completely comfortable with that, so you compromised on pranking Mammon by making him think you were naked and live-streaming.

You walked into his room, explaining the bet, and how you weren't wearing anything underneath.

His head immediately shot up from his phone and he approached you as you went on about his room and where you were headed next. You were interrupted by Mammon asking, "Are ya sure the towel is a good idea? Any bet with Asmo is sure ta be a bad one."

"No, it's fine. Besides, I don't back out of stuff like this."

But just as you saw him get close, you gasped as the towel started to fall.

He was quick to react, grabbing you around the waist, spinning you around, and slapping your phone out of your hand, and yelling, "THIS IS WHY YA DON'T DO BETS WITH ASMO!"

He was still facing the opposite way when you started to laugh hysterically.

"OI, HUMAN, THIS AIN'T SOMETHIN TO LAUGH-" he had turned to look at you, and saw that you still had clothes on.

He basically dropped you and went to go pick up your phone instead.

He pointed it back at you, "Here's MC everyone, in all their glory." You were red in the face, doubled over while laying on the floor, and laughing your ass off still

A couple incoherent words came out, until you glanced at your phone and saw a new crack.

Your voice and face dropped to complete seriousness. "Mammon....you cracked my phone."

His eyes widen, and in a moment of desperation he starts running away, phone still in hand, and your viewers hearing you yell and chase after him

LEVIATHAN

He knew you were planning on live streaming today- you had told him that so you were able to enter his room without knocking or startling him.

He had only turned for a moment to glance at the door, to make sure it really was only you, however something seemed off

What was "off" was you wearing a towel instead of clothing

"M-MC! WHY ARE YOU IN ONLY A TOWEL?!!" His face was bright red, and his hand covered his mouth. He was trying not to stare at you, but the temptation was very strong.

You paused for a moment. You must have forgotten to tell Levi you were planning a prank on Mammon for this stream as well.

Unfortunately for Levi, he was too easy to tease.

"Oh? It was a dare. I'm hoping it doesn't fall off, but it's slipped a couple times already-"

Levi made a noise that can't accurately be explained, but he was clearly embarrassed.

"It's ok, I'll go now." However as soon as you turned around, you let the towel fall.

Levi moved at light speed with his demon form out, using his hands to grab your phone and his tail to push you out and close the door, panicking.

You waited for a few seconds outside his door.

Once he opened his door, he bashfully handed you your towel and phone with his head hung in defeat. He had read the comments on what had happened.

"Stupid normie....don't do that again."

SATAN

"And now the library, where our resident bookworm, Satan, thrives."

Satan didn't even bother looking up, he just put a finger to his lips, "shhhh."

You rolled your eyes.

"Hey, can you give us a brief history of the library Satan?"

He looks up at you this time, is about to respond, but closes his mouth and cocks his eyebrow at you.

"...Yes, but first tell me why you're in a towel."

"I felt like it." You sauntered over to him, standing next to him while he sat on the couch.

"Yeah, ok." You were shocked when he pulled the towel down. Obviously you were wearing clothes underneath, but it had shocked you nonetheless.

"Satan! Why did you do that?!" You tried to pout, but his low chuckle made it difficult to keep up your facade.

"You don't just decide to wear a towel as clothes. Also, at that point, your camera wasn't on you, so even if you were naked underneath, I would have had the best view in the Devildom, and no one else."

You blushed slightly and cursed him for ruining your prank, but he just chuckled.

"MC, maybe next time have a better answer."

ASMODEUS

"Please MC?! It would be so cute!"

Asmo had been begging you to do a tiktok trend where one partner would walk in on the other naked. He wanted to stage it so he could practice his reaction face.

"Asmo, no. Also, wouldn't you want it to be genuine?"

He sighed, but agreed it would be better that way.

So when you popped into his room wearing a towel and phone in hand, he got really excited.

"Ooh~ MC! What's going on, love?" He leaned back in his bed, taking you in.

You give him a sultry look and dropped the towel, the camera in front of you to record his face when you revealed your outfit.

"O- aw MC! That outfit is adorable!" He got up and came up to you, and whispered in your ear, loud enough for your viewers to hear, "but it would look even more stunning on my floor."

He leaned back leaving you flustered and waving at your viewers.

BEELZEBUB

You walked into the kitchen with just your towel on

At first Beel thought you just got hungry while you were in the shower, and since your room is nearby, you decided to get a snack before changing.

But then he heard you talking on the phone

Well, to the phone.

Was that a video?

He slowly came up behind you

"....MC, what are you doing?"

"Oh, hey Beel. I'm just doing a livestream-"

"In a towel?" He finished.

"Uh, yeah. I lost a bet, so now I have to stream in just thi-"

Two things happened. Your towel started to slip forward unintentionally and...

Beel had put it back up and wrapped you in his sweater.

"Wear this for now. The bet said nothing about me interfering, right?"

You wrapped his sweater closer to yourself and thanked him.

"Do you want to eat with me before you go?"

BELPHEGOR

Man's was asleep, ofc, but you were about as quiet as an airplane when you came into the room.

He pretended to still be asleep so that you would come closer, he didn't care that you were live streaming.

"And this heap contains a Belphegor in his natural habitat."

His eyes opened slightly, only to see you in a towel. He thought he was sneaky, but you had seen him

So you let the towel drop

And that was probably the quickest Belphie has ever moved. He pulled you into his blankets so fast you dropped your phone.

"....wait..you were dressed?" Your laughter answers his question.

"How dare you. You're stuck with me now. Tell your viewers you'll stream another time."

Ok, I might do the others later, but idk.

@mmysticm @thekinkpopstandsforkrackheads

Hopefully you guys like this✌

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sinner-as-saint · 4 years ago

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My Favorite Kind Of Night - 4.

Camboy!Bucky x CEO!Reader

Part 4 of this series

Run-through: On Friday nights, you are punctual to your virtual meet-up with your favorite camboy over a streaming platform, for your private stream session. You’ve known him for a couple of months now. He goes by the alias of ‘Winter Soldier’ on the platform, which is perfect for the kind of man he is; brawny and drop dead gorgeous. Over the past few months, he has become your favorite kind of night. And secretly, you became his as well. You two get closer over time, and things get interesting when your real, professional lives gets intertwined.

Themes throughout the series: sex worker!bucky, smut, phone sex, fluff, language, dirty talk

Sunday morning, Bucky received not so great news.

“Hi James. Uh… I hate to do this but we’re gonna have to reschedule that date. I completely forgot that I have to leave on a short business trip on tomorrow morning at the crack of dawn. And I’ll be back by Wednesday. I’m sorry, it just completely slipped my mind and I blame you for that,” you chuckled. “But um, yeah I’ll make up for it when I get back, I promise. Bye, see you on Wednesday morning. Take care.” You quickly added, “And do miss me, will you?”

Bucky listened to the voicemail when he got back from the gym on Sunday morning, and lifted his head to glance at the clock. It read 11:39.

Well, you must be on your flight already. He had a slight frown on his face, he was so excited for your date tonight, but it seemed that he would have to wait a couple more days now. He quickly sent you a text saying it’s alright and he’ll definitely miss you.

Thing is, he just really wanted to make this work between the two of you. And for that, he wanted to be completely and utterly honest about the whole cam thing. Speaking of which, he thought of his favorite girl. And grabbed his personal phone and sent her a text as well.

You reply didn’t come right away, and he wasn’t bothered by it mainly because he was already thinking of ways how he could make this upcoming date with his boss lady extra special now that he had more days to plan for it.

You checked both your phones when you landed. James had texted you on your ‘work’ phone and Bucky on the other. You read both messages one after the other.

James: That’s alright, just come back quickly. And yes, I will miss you, boss.

Bucky: I still owe you a private sesh, no? Let’s do that soon.

You smiled at both texts, replied and went about your packed day.

A conference, a couple of meetings, countless emails and phone calls later; you were a finally free late on Monday night. Your flight back home was schedule at noon on Tuesday so you had quite some time to yourself. You were wide awake at almost midnight and you had nothing to do in your hotel room. You wanted to text or call James but you figured he must be sleeping at this hour.

So you decided to reach out to Bucky. After all, you two did decide to make up for that one session you missed. And he was up for it. And a few minutes later, he was livestreaming and your phone rang. You answered with a smirk and watched him smirk back at you through your screen. Half of his face was covered as usual.

“Hi soldier.” You chirped.

“Hi babygirl.” His reply came through both your computer and your phone. He inched closer to the camera, “Missed me?” he asked. You felt the same tingles at the sound of his words. You put your phone on loud and settled in your comfy bed.

“I did,” you responded. You did miss him to some extent. But not quite like how you missed James. “You have quite a lot to make up for.”

He chuckled, and yet again you tried to ignore how dangerously familiar that laugh of his sounded. “Yeah? Bet you’ve been desperate and needy for me since we missed our last session, huh?” he spoke and stood up to gently lower his sweatpants. So seductively, you almost choked on your own spit. You wondered for a split second, would James ever be that filthy in bed?

“Hmm,” you hummed. “I have.” You said, lying a little because that night you spent with James satisfied you completely. You shook your head slightly and cleared your head. Don’t think about James right now.

“Well then what are we waiting for, babygirl?”

Fuck…

You were leaning against the headboard, clothes thrown on the floor, your phone right beside you; one hand pinching and twisting your nipple while the other toyed with your clit. Bucky had been edging you for the past few minutes and it was absolute torture. But you couldn’t complain, not when he looked like that.

Naked and sat in his seat with his legs spread apart, his cock in his hand and a vibrator wand moving up and down his length. He moaned and grunted through the screen as well as through the call. You were surrounded by the sinful sounds he made and you shamelessly liked it.

You whined, unable to take it anymore. “Buck… please.” You begged.

He chuckled. “So needy,” he whispered. “Okay babygirl, touch yourself for me. Fill your little cunt with those pretty fingers.” He spoke and stroked himself and moaned wantonly. Oh he was so sensitive as well. “I want you knuckles deep inside yourself while you think about what it would be like to be filled with my big cock.”

You shivered at his words and pushed two of your fingers deep within you. You were dripping, and he could almost hear how wet you were. He growled and stroked himself gently.

“Fuck… I can hear you fucking that wet little cunt, babygirl.” His crude words made you clench around your own fingers. You gasped and kept your eyes focused on him on your screen. “Wish I was there to fill it up.”

Bucky heard the notifications go off multiple times, signaling that he was being tipped generously.

You whimpered as your fingers moved in and out of you rapidly, your arousal trickling out of you and smearing all over your inner thighs. Bucky kept talking, making you feel more and more lightheaded. “I bet your cunt tastes so sweet, doesn’t it babygirl?” Bucky’s voice was barely above a whisper, so low that your stomach flipped.

You moaned out loud and gasped as your fingers brushed against a sensitive spot inside you. Oh… all you could think about was how deliciously James’ cock had stretched you out multiple times the night you had sex. How thick and big he felt inside you.

“Please…” you begged, fearing that you might blurt out James’ name.

Bucky chuckled, then moaned as he stroked himself faster and pressed the vibrator to the tip of his leaking cock. “Yeah? You wanna cum for me, doll?” he scoffed, and groaned. “Not yet… not yet babygirl. Keep fucking yourself with those pretty fingers, let me hear you moan.”

You whimpered and sped up. Your body was damp and your mind was foggy and the only things you could focus on was your pressing need to orgasm, and James. You whined and begged. “Please… please,” you managed to keep your eyes on him. And how hot he looked when he just touched himself like that… all for you. Would James ever do the same?

“Fuck…” Bucky growled. “I wish I was inside you, babygirl. Deep inside you…” he groaned and pumped himself faster. “Feeling your walls clench around my cock, milking me… gripping me,” he grunted and you let out a loud moan; upon hearing which he cursed under his breath.

“You’d be so good to me, isn’t that right babygirl?” he spoke and it took you a moment to register his words because your mind was foggy and all your senses could focus on was the hot, burning need to come undone.

“Bucky… I’m-,” you cut yourself off by moaning wantonly. You were so close… so close.

“Faster, doll.” His deep voice rang in your ears and you obeyed. You fucked yourself faster. You gasped and thrashed around; moaning loudly, unashamedly. “Good girl.” He whispered again and stroked himself.

You watched him as he stroked himself faster. Moaning, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down rapidly as he took himself higher. Bucky swore when he heard the wet sounds as you fingered yourself at his request. You were gasping and moaning and taking yourself higher and higher…

“Cum for me, babygirl. Cum all over your pretty fingers for me…” he gasped and groaned as he felt his own release approaching.

You whined, slipping your finger in and out of your wet hole rapidly. Your own touch took you higher…and higher… and you were on the edge; right on the edge…

Bucky threw his head back and sped up, he was so close…

And then the two of you finished together;

“Oh fuck… James!” you cried out and came all over your fingers.

“Y/N… fuck!” Bucky came; gasping and moaning.

Then both of you realized what the other said. And you both froze. Did he just-

Bucky was quiet. Chest heaving and mind a little hazy. Did he hear that right? Did you just-

“What did you say?” you both asked one another simultaneously. And you both froze again.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Bucky moved quickly to end the livestream and you shut your laptop at the same time then hurried to end the call. And you sat there in bed, naked and hazy from your orgasm. Your face felt hot.

What the hell just happened? And why did Bucky panic as much as you did? And how did he know your name? Or was that just a coincidence? There could be other Y/Ns in the world, right?

In the back of your head, you sort of figured out what was really happening, and what had been happening all along – but you were in denial. James couldn’t be Bucky. Right?

But the long dark hair, the same laugh… no. It couldn’t be, right?

So the hot employee of yours which you were beginning to catch feelings for, is also the hot sex-god you’ve been having private cam sessions with for months? How was that possible? Also, instead of being embarrassed; why were you lowkey excited?

Bucky was equally confused. He sat there in his seat with confusion all over his face. His cheeks flushed and his mind going a mile and hour. What the hell just happened? Maybe you knew another ‘James’. He sort of figured out what was going on as well, but he refused to believe it. Not because it was a bad thing, but it was just too much to handle at the same time.

So, his boss lady that he’s been crushing on and falling for is also the hot babe he’s been having filthy, sinful private cam sessions with for months now? How?

Bucky found himself somewhat smirking. This wasn’t so bad, was it?

The rest of the night, you got no sleep at all. You threw both your phones as far away from you as possible and curled in bed; thinking, and thinking some more. How on Earth would you face James, or Bucky, now when you get back to work?

Would he ignore you? Or would he want to talk it out? Would it be weird between you two from now on? Then again, you’ve already slept together – multiple times in one night recently.

Meanwhile Bucky was in the same state. He had the same questions you did. Would you distance yourself from him now? Would the fact that he’s a camboy be a turn off for you? Because it’s one thing to derive pleasure from one, and it’s another thing to date a sex worker, he thought.

But he was already falling for you. Good God, what a mess!

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You couldn’t believe how quickly Wednesday came around. Before you knew it, you were in your car and on your way to work on Wednesday morning. You did think of just not going to work today because you weren’t ready to face James. But then, you’d have to eventually.

Besides, he hadn’t called at all. Nor messaged. It was radio silence on both your ends, which made it even more frustrating. If you at least knew where he was at with this situation, you’d know what to expect when you inevitably do see him at work today. But you didn’t even know what to expect and you hated the suspense more than anything.

Luckily you didn’t see him in the elevator. Because you didn’t what to do if you were enclosed in such a small space with him. God, this is going to be one weird day…

Bucky was just as nervous while he was getting ready for work that day. What if you fire him? No, you wouldn’t do that. He wondered, would you still like him the same after this? Things were going to be messy in the beginning but what about after that? Fuck… he hated this suspense.

When in the cab, he wanted to get to work and face you as soon as possible and figure out where you two stood now. But he also wanted to run. But he knew had to face you and talk this out.

He took the elevator up, and luckily you weren’t in the same one as him so that gave him a few more minutes to prep himself before he came face to face with you later, inevitably.

Bucky was on his way to his cabin when his work phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw that it was a call from you. Instinctively, he lifted his head up and looked in the direction of your office. And there you were, leaning against your door and your phone pressed to your ear. And you were looking right at him.

He couldn’t read exactly what the facial expression you had on meant, but it definitely gave away that it was nothing negative. He answered the call quickly, and maintained eye contact with you as he spoke.

“Hello Y/N.” he watched how you smirked right when you heard his voice. Fuck… his heart raced as he looked at you. You looked good.

His breath hitched in his throat upon hearing your words, “Hello soldier.”

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genuinelydecimated · 4 years ago

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Eremin Week day 1: Space

I... I had a whole comic for this scene, but I ran out of time because I was so busy today, so I’ll write a little more to try and add all the things I didn’t get to.

AU where Eren and Armin both work for the Scouts (the world equivalent of NASA lol). Eren as an astronaut and Armin as an engineer to help him get up there.

Short story in under read more!

“Is this thing on... I swear I did this right,” He says to no one in particular.

Eren’s face is close up to the camera, confusion etched all over his face as his tongue pokes out in concentration. The whole room holds its breath as the rapid clicking and typing die out.

Armin speaks slowly in his mic. “Eren? Can you hear me?”

He watches the screen in the front of the room, the video shakey as Eren plays with the camera a bit more before Armin’s words finally reach his earpiece. Eren smiles so wide, Armin half worries it would split his face in two.

But it doesn’t, instead Eren fist pumps the air as he floats in the space station. A floating pen gently hits his head but he’s far too happy to care.

“We did it! We actually did it,” He says, eyes shining.

With that, the room erupts into cheers. Papers thrown in excitement, hugs and high fives given all around. Armin high fives his co-workers beside him with a grin, watching the number of people watching the livestream grow steadily into the millions.

Armin briefly wonders about his friends. He can imagine Mikasa and Annie watching this on their phones, slowing down on their daily runs. Connie, Sasha, Jean and Marco watching this at home on TV, food splayed everywhere while poking fun at Eren’s antics. Even Reiner and Bertholdt would spare a second or two to check in.

“Hey, Armin.” Eren’s voice rings through Armin’s headphones.

The sudden change in voice is so jarring, he immediately gets to work, his co-workers following.

“What’s wrong?” Armin says quickly.

He’s thankful the room is quieting down. Some keeping an eye on Eren in the screen in front, others going back to their desks, ready to fix whatever has been broken.

Armin doesn’t notice anything wrong on his screen. No one has shouted anything either. He looks up at Eren just as he fiddles with his pockets.

“Eren-” Armin starts again, but silences when a black sleek box rests in his lover’s hands.

Gasps fill the room as Eren slowly opens it, revealing a simple golden band that glints once in the light.

“Holy shit,” Armin hears someone say behind him. And yeah, holy shit indeed.

Eren clears his throat, and starts again. “Hey, Armin.” Eren smiles crookedly, nervousness seeping slowly into his face. “I made some plans for when I get back?”

Armin is silent. Tears brimming his eyes, his friends and co-workers glancing at him, some smiling, some handing money to others. But all Armin sees is Eren, his lover, a man he’s known since childhood, a million miles away, still loving him so wholeheartedly and true.

It must’ve been too long, because Eren scratches the back of his neck with his other hand and says, “Um... I’m gonna need an answer.” He chuckles nervously.

That’s when the tears fall, laughter ripping from Armin’s lips as he watches Eren fumble on live video for all the world to see. His stomach hurts, but he’s so full of love and adoration for this man.

“Eren,” Armin says as his laughter softens to something so fond. “You haven’t asked me the proper question yet, dummy.”

It takes a few seconds, but Eren’s face turns bright red as he realises his mistake. He stares at the camera, and laughs gently.

“Well,” Eren breathes. “I just messed up my proposal in front of the whole world. No big deal.”

Armin smiles, and whispers softly into his mic. “I love you, my answer is yes.” He lets a few seconds go by, watching bright eyes shine and his lover’s lips smile softly. “For whenever you’re ready to ask me, that is,” He adds, teasing his now fiance.

Additional things: Eren’s screen on the space station doesn’t show any live feedback, so he can’t see Armin. However, Eren has a photo of Armin, Mikasa, and Eren all together and he brings that with him everywhere. He taped it next to the camera.

On Armin’s screen, he has the same photo, and a note from Eren on some ripped paper that says, ‘I am so in love with you.’ Filled with badly drawn hearts and flowers. When Eren’s gone for a while, he makes sure this note is in his view.

The views of the livestream increased greatly after Eren ‘proposed.’ The media doesn’t let him live it down. One particular news source has him react to the clip every 2 years. A few minutes after the mess up, he actually does ask the question properly.

Also, I reckon Armin would accidentally mess up his vows, and Eren would poke fun at that whenever Armin brings up the proposal.

#ereminweek2021 #eremin #erearu #i am so fuckin tired #fuck #i had to redo so much and then i didn't even use the panels #i'm so sad #and bc im so tired the short writing piece isn't even good #i just wanted yall to see the scene #sorry lol #im so tired #posted at 12:47am #eren x armin #THIS SHIP WILL NEVER FUCKING DIE BTW #I LOVE THIS SHIP SO MUCH BYE #Also I headcanon Eren's eyes as green so leave me alone thanks #i understand it never stays as one thing #but i love the green eyes for eren #goodnight

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coffeeandcalligraphy · 4 years ago

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Something Held | Feeding Habits Update #8

Hi all!

Not me not realizing it’s been 3 months since I posted a Feeding Habits update hahahahahaha. Today let’s chat chapter nine, SOMETHING HELD. This also marks the last chapter in Harrison’s POV so prepare to say goodbye to this icon! TW: body horror, mental illness, trauma

Just a reminder: This is my original work and plagiarism of any form will not be tolerated.

Scene outline, excerpts & a little reflection on making difficult decisions that my not particularly benefit the book but benefit you as the writer under the cut because this update is GIGANTIC.

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Scene Breakdown

Scene A:

It has been two weeks since Lonan found Harrison at his shared apartment with Suzanna and things are getting strange. Lonan and Suz are getting closer, Harrison is getting more distant and slowly losing it. One morning, Harrison wakes hearing Lonan and Suz’s laughter, and crawls to the kitchen to investigate. When he reaches them, Suz is evening out Lonan’s hacked haircut and they’re both sobbing.

Scene B:

Shortly after this bizarre encounter, Suzanna steps out of the apartment for a breather because her son is sort of terrifying her! So Lonan and Harrison double-team to clean up Lonan’s hair shavings. Harrison begins eating the hair while Lonan stares and they have a conversation about the state of their friendship.

Scene Ba:

This scene is gross and confusing! More hair is ingested. My god.

Scene Bb:

After the above ordeal, both boys rinse off because they’ve been rolling?? around?? in??? hair?? but also?? things don’t stop being a little gross

Scene C:

An air of calm finally settles over the apartment. Lonan brews earl grey tea for him and Harrison to share and Harrison asks if he abandoned Lonan in the final chapter of Moth Work. Lonan doesn’t really answer this question so Harrison continues on his confused, but finally lucid (one-sided) conversation, admitting he understands he burdens his mother, who still has not returned. They circle back to the question of abandonment and Lonan answers Harrison the way he wants to be answered (yes), and this is a moment of freeing, where he feels some sort of responsibility in this irresponsible new life he’s led in NYC. They sort of agree to be friends again.

Scene D:

The boys head into the city to find Suzanna, heading to a bakery near the Hudson River. Lonan drives in his used car, a strange experience since Harrison has not seen him drive in years. Taking the opportunity, he searches through the car and finds a map in the glove compartment. The map is erratically scribbled over and it takes him to moment to realize this is Lonan’s map and the first indication that Lonan, who he has assumed is this stable, perfect person, is not as unscathed as he seems.

The boys pass the waterfront and Lonan nearly crashes the car into an oncoming truck. Harrison regains control of the vehicle tucking them into a side street. Shaken, Lonan apologizes for the mess he’s created both physically from his nosebleed and between Harrison and his mother, which gets Harrison a little antsy because he doesn’t like the suggestion that he’s going to leave. Lonan clarifies, stating he won’t if that’s what Harrison wants.

Scene E:

Later, everyone is back at home and Harrison wakes up to a Lonan-less bed. He gets up to investigate the strange dripping coming from the bathroom and opens the door to find Lonan precariously teetering over a sink filled with water. Harrison, concerned, moves him away and tries to ask why Lonan is presumably going underwater, but doesn’t push. They both stand on opposite sides of the bathroom until the sun rises.

My process:

Honestly, writing this chapter was a huge up and down. The first half of it came much easier to me, but the rest was a literal hellfire to get through. I think I was incredibly fatigued with writing in Harrison’s POV as I’d been writing it since June (I finished this chapter in either December or January). This book has been a pain in the ass to write despite me liking what it is, and I really think it being the only place I’ve physically “gone” since the pandemic makes it even harder to write. I felt claustrophobic in Harrison’s POV since I’ve been writing it for half a year, and in a lil ~breakdown~ my beautiful sister reminded me of something she’d previously told me, “it's not about what works, it's about what you want”.

Let’s chat about this for a sec! I think I was watching a Harmony Nice video on her “hard-to-swallow” self-care, and she basically outline (I’m paraphrasing here) that it’s critical we care for ourselves in ways that might not necessarily be easy to do. Honestly, leaving Harrison’s POV is one of those hard-to-swallow self-care things I literally had to do because my mental health was not happy with me! Y’all know my boys are very close to me, and I’m not picking favourites but Lonan is 2500 times easier for me to write with at the moment. I think Harrison’s situation and how he deals with it is much too similar to mine but in a way that is difficult to place (Lonan and I are unfortunately similar but in a way that is easier for me to understand about myself!). From the beginning of writing his POV I’ve been in Struggleville, but kept pushing through hoping the next chapter would be “the one”. Not to burst my own bubble but there is no such thing in the state of mind I was in! I was pushing myself to find something that doesn’t exist because my brain was really not equipped to do what I needed it to do. I really, really did not want to quit on Harrison’s POV, but I had to, not because I don’t like him (he’s my baby) but because I needed a moment to myself. I felt way too seen in ways I don’t really know how to address in myself, so writing him was horribly frustrating at all times (my fault, not his).

My characters really do live in my head rent-free lol. They live in there! They take up space! They take up energy! They take up concentration, and resources I need for myself! Empathy is so integral to my process, that I give a little part of myself in everything I write. This is a blessing because I really get to dig my heels into the mind of another person, but a curse because I’m not a machine (and sometimes I forget that). It is a lot of emotional energy and labour to give everything you have to fictional people. I don’t think an artist needs to be tortured to create good art (this is not it!) but I never truly practiced this well? In my attempt to be empathetic, I was torturing myself a little bit, not going to lie!

So to combat this, I decided I needed a change. Hence, this chapter is imperfect and probably needs some stuff added to it, and while I’ve only written little of Lonan’s second POV, I’m feeling a lot better! It’s nice to get “outside” in a different place lmao this is so sad (pandemic writing things).

Excerpts:

I wrote the beginning of this in a livestream I hosted on my YouTube channel! There’s also a shoutout here to my dragon tree Lisa <3 miss u boo

Two weeks go by. Lonan sleeps on the couch. Harrison wakes up at dawn—no earlier, no later. Suzanna buys a plant: a Madagascar dragon tree she names Lisa. June grows into the collar. Lonan plays sudoku in the newspaper. Harrison learns to bake focaccia, gluten-free, whole wheat. Suzanna learns to palm read, tells Lonan he’s experienced great betrayal (they stop the reading immediately; Lonan goes back to the newspapers). Harrison begins burning incense at sunrise—frankincense. The dragon tree nearly dies (Lonan saves it). It rains every weekday that contains the letter T. Lonan shifts stacks of soggy newspapers onto the breakfast table, answers crosswords with the help of Suzanna (four across, nine letters, Something held). Harrison burns a baguette. Suzanna buys a hanging basket of pothos. The power goes out for two days and the icebox floods the kitchen tile (Lonan mops it with old newspapers, the ink running like jellyfish). June barks for the first time. Harrison eats a bundle of dried bay leaves. Suzanna waters the plants with rainwater, icewater, wrung into a coffee tin. Harrison leaves the stove on while sautéing shallots (he eats them whole). Lonan wakes up feverish and fills out four newspaper crosswords, then falls asleep on the coffee table. Suzanna moulds panna cotta in coffee mugs and shares the batch with Lonan when they won’t tip out. Lonan teaches her how to propagate the pothos and soon they have twenty empty cans of cuttings poking from the windowsills. They rearrange the furniture, the couch facing the kitchen instead of the TV, the dining table right outside the bathroom, then put it all back the next day. They birdwatch from the tiny window with binoculars and a magnifying glass. They sort coupons. Whittle soaps. Watch Norwegian films without the subtitles. Discuss cliff diving. Make matching anklets (blue beads, elastic string, the plastic clacking how Harrison knows they’re coming). All of this they do as Harrison lies on his bed for two weeks, counting the corners of his ceiling and trying to determine a way to multiply them telepathically.

This is the very next paragraph!

At first he assumes they’re laughing. The sun nearly rising between other high rises, blotting his room with dawn. This is not a surprise. They are probably making pancakes out of buckwheat and discussing the hilarity of whole grains. They are probably laughing at store-bought cherry preserves. Too sour. Their cheeks puckered. But then the laughs get louder, and the sun rises higher and it’s not laughing at all, but gasping.

Here’s Harrison crawling!! is this straight out of the exorcist probably!

Harrison’s instinct is to crawl. As if his smallness against the ground will stop anyone from hearing him, even before he unlocks his door. On hands and knees he shuffles from his bed to his doorframe, edges the door open with his shoulder. On hands and knees he hikes through the hallway, the gasping getting louder, shuffling until he sees them. Lonan sitting on one of the kitchen stools, a grocery bag wound around his throat. Suzanna clacking scissors in two hands so their blades ping in the sun. Her fingers loped around his hair, knuckle-deep, the blades snipping, the gasps growing, them both sobbing, the hair falling, the sun stalking, their bodies rocking. Harrison takes it in from his crawl. Experiences it all on his knees.

So this excerpt seems really you know, normal:

They clean up the hair. Harrison with the dustpan, Lonan with the broom. Harrison still kneels. Lonan still cries. The only thing that has changed since crawling into the kitchen is that Suzanna is taking a walk around the apartment complex. She needs air. Room. If she cries long enough, a cigarette. So Lonan sweeps. Harrison collects. This repeats.

The kitchen smells of nutmeg. Freshly grated from a whole club over espresso, Harrison imagines. He smells this as he tracks Lonan with the dustpan, hovering its open belly for clippings of hair. And Lonan is so compliant, brushes cuttings of himself onto the plastic surface so Harrison can trash it. As Harrison looks on from his knees, Lonan diffuses in sunlight, the window illuminating only his edges. A body so familiar Harrison knows exactly where it flares with light or absorbs it. A body with skin like mulberry silk. A body he could recreate in charcoal with his eyes closed. His archangel translucent and luminescing.

Skip this excerpt if you don’t want to read about Harrison eating hair!! i’m sorry!

Harrison picks a bundle of fallen hair from the dustpan. It’s airy from being recently shampooed, smells faintly of pear, maybe even ginger. This hair, touched by a woman, or a few women, and cut by one, or a few, in different contexts. Eliza’s hands deveining the roots, and then Suzanna’s, trying to fix them. So Harrison eats it. That bundle like a toothpicked cube of cheese. He puts it in his mouth and swallows.

Lonan watches like he’s unconcerned. He watches this feral animal—Harrison must be something feral, starved of something and ravaged by that hunger. Chewing mouthfuls of hair like that will quell of him of what is missing, if there even is anything missing, something unidentifiable in this bland circuit of New York City, this time-loop of sonhood, this fresh start a dousing of flatness. As Harrison eats, he understands he consumes that something like it’s holy communion, reuniting with that something by absorbing it. And still, that hunger moves him, from finishing the dustpan of hair, and closer to Lonan.

“Do you think I’m a bad friend?” Harrison asks, wringing the corner of his lips clean from loose hairs. From this perspective, Harrison on his knees collecting hair, Lonan’s eyes look bluer. Maybe their saturation has nothing to do with the angle, but Harrison feels this is true; his eyes are so crystalline, they are temptingly edible. Like two plump blueberries. Or a matching set of clear glass marbles. Harrison swallows. He repeats, “Do you think I’m a bad friend?”

Lonan swallows, adjusts his grip on the broom. “We’d have to be friends for me to answer that.”

“Aren’t we?”

And here’s the rest of this scene!

“You’re my mother’s friend,” Harrison says. “She trusts you.” He crawls closer to Lonan. “You’ve got secrets. Rituals. Tell me her favourite finger-food and who she wants to marry.”

“I don’t know your mother that well.”

Harrison wraps a handle around Lonan’s ankle. A muscle there jumps like a dolphin breaching the water. He’s memorized this plane of skin, could rebuild it from single grains of sand while blindfolded. He furls his hands across its surface, unfurls.

“You garden with her,” Harrison says. “You share a plate for dessert.”

“She’s kind to me.”

“You cook her breakfast.” Harrison tugs on Lonan’s ankle, knowing it won’t raze him, knowing he’ll come down anyway. “You know the exact temperature she drinks her coffee down to the last digit.”

“I’m trying to be hospitable.”

“You’re trying to be a son.”

Lonan kneels. Crouching so they’re huddled over each other, so it’s nearly impossible to distinguish one body from the other, which one sinks, which one rises.

“My mother’s only got one son to live with,” Harrison says, his voice thin from a clogged throat. He reaches for Lonan’s scalp, scrapes a line down the centre, now an even plane of cropped hair. “And it isn’t me.”

“You’re unstable,” Lonan says, burrowing his face either into a cabinet or Harrison’s shoulder—neither can tell. “You won’t let yourself have friends.”

Farther, toward the tile they go, a pile of hair scattering. “My mother wants me to forgive you by replacing me with you.”

“She’s grieving,” Lonan says.

Harrison loses his hands. He doesn’t know where they disappear to, if he touches skin or tile. “I haven’t died,” he says. Skin or tile. Skin or tile.

Here’s an excerpt from scene C ft. this memoir bit from the time I was shocked that this university I visited had real FANCY teabags:

Lonan brews tea. Earl grey, from a tin. Harrison doesn’t know why he expects it to come from a bag. An individual paper sachet, or if he’s lucky, one of those fancy ones woven from nylon. But it’s from a tin. Two teaspoons into the bottom of a single mug they pass back and forth, wordless at the kitchen table. Strung in the bathroom, Harrison’s t-shirt hang-dries, nearly figure-like, an unfilled phantom. He tugs a throw around his shoulders and stares at his hands. Each crest of cuticle. Each bulb of knuckle. Each maze of fingerprints.

He is material. This is fact. Not just outlines. He’s got skin that goes pinkish when pinched, a pulse that juts from his wrist, two eyes that burn at the scent of lavender, ten fingers. But as he holds his hands up, studying them in the faint moonlight, it is difficult to believe his tangibility. In the city, he has lived as a haze. Fogging over grocery stores, eateries, nondescript. Fresh start has always implied an air of zest, a zing that should have fueled him to plant roots in this restart. But Harrison is rotten, aphid infected, overwatered, underwatered, then not watered at all. He flexes his fingers. He pops the joints. He tries to press his pinkie to the back of his hand. But none of this brings him back to himself. His hands continue feeling like someone else’s. His body invisibly marred in some way he can’t reverse, disconnected in retaliation.

Harrison reflecting on his relationship with his mother:

Suzanna has never left him alone this long, and to her detriment. He imagines her now, living the life she always should’ve lived, the life she lived before he crosscut his way to her most important thing. She’s probably at a salon, having her hair twirled with a round brush, making dinner reservations at some place always too expensive for two (extra points if it has a French name, more if she has to wait a half hour before getting a table). When she talks to her stylist, she doesn’t mention a son, but plans to travel up the west coast, all the way into Canada if she’s feeling adventurous. She’ll buy crime novels she’ll never read at duty-free, reapply a lipstick that cost her a paycheck in the reflection of a hand-dryer. After the salon, she’ll meet a woman at a wine bar, converse about children, and still not mention a son. Suzanna’s singleness will be a celebration.

The boys finally trucing it out <3

When Harrison finally opens his eyes, Lonan is staring at him. His eyes two reels of the Pacific. They cycle in blue. So much of him has changed, and yet he is still the same. Beyond the haircut, Lonan isn’t that much different. He can’t be much different. But as Harrison searches, splaying his palm on the wet table, he knows this is untrue. Lonan is hollower than he was last summer. A little more haunted. They have this in common, then.

“Can we be friends?” Harrison asks. With his pinkie, he finds himself writing against the damp table just as he did Lonan’s scalp not too long ago. Lonan’s gaze follows each loop of each letter, Harrison’s steady left hand.

Lonan is consumed studying what Harrison has written, where each letter connects in near-cursive scrawl. After a moment, he nods, once, twice, and then reverts to staring at the table’s new inscription. On its surface are two words: something held.

The boys in the car like old times <3

Lonan drives. This is strange because Harrison has not seen Lonan drive a car in over a year. Usually, Harrison takes the wheel, but tonight he guides them through the city, in search of Suzanna. His car is clean. This isn’t unexpected. A cherry-coloured hatchback that rattles whenever he makes a left turn. It smells vaguely of cotton air-freshener and the undercurrent of cigarettes.

“You still smoke?” Harrison pokes at the plastic nob for the radio, and it crackles to life. Synth and electric guitar pulse in 4/4 time.

“I bought it used.”

They’ve agreed to get to know one another while they search for Suzanna. Another restart, some attempt at an honest hour. As Lonan changes lanes, Harrison pokes open the car’s glove compartment. A tin of nicotine gum falls on the mat. A hot pink feather pokes from underneath the driver’s manual. Harrison hauls out both, runs the feather along the gum tin, then the back of his hand, and then Lonan’s cheek. When that rouses nothing, he unlocks the tin and removes a slit of gum. Right as he’s about to pop it in his mouth, Lonan says, “I wouldn’t eat that.”

“Why?” Harrison asks. “Did you lace it?”

“Like I said, I bought the car used.”

Harrison puts the gum back, and then the feather. He sticks his hand farther into the glove compartment, feels around until he drags out a map of the state, bilgy and half torn. He unfolds it, careful to avoid the rips, and flattens it against the dashboard. Almost immediately, it wilts against the cold, faded from time in the sun. It’s been marked up. Half with pencil, half with a red ballpoint pen. After a few minutes, Harrison understands the previous owner’s route. Or at least he does at first. Following the red pen arrows, they started at Long Island, then reached Manhattan. Then a much longer arrow takes him from Manhattan to Geneva, and then Buffalo. And then the red pen circles, once, twice, three times, four times, and what is in the centre doesn’t even have a city name. What it does say is HELP, in all-caps, each letter then melting into an illegible scrawl. Harrison sees bits of words: Luke, woe, hands, clay, guard, stray, each wobbly and disappearing into the other, becoming cities of their own, destroying others. He tries to understand the route, but the farther he pours over the map, recircling each line with his finger, the more lost he gets in the ink.

“Is this your map?” Harrison asks. There is no proof that it is. Even the handwriting is all wrong. Ragged. Confused. Desperate. Not like Lonan’s careful, hesitant print.

“Like I said, I bought the car used.”

“But is it your map?” Harrison asks again. Gently, he creases the paper and then slots it back into the glove compartment. Outside, they pass three convenience stores in a row, a flock of couples emerging from a bowling alley, tipsy and cradling leftover deep dish pizzas and mozzarella sticks. They pass two more convenience stores before Lonan finally answers.

“I was confused,” he says.

“This is more than confused,” Harrison says. “It’s disturbed.”

“I’m not disturbed.”

“But something is wrong with you.”

Lonan slows at a crosswalk. A group of teenaged girls whisk by in glitter and lip gloss.

“Yes,” he says.

This is Harrison trying to stop Lonan’s nosebleed after their bizarre swerve which I think is kind of <3 tendy <3

Harrison reaches for him. One hand on the back of his neck, and the other reared toward the red stream. His touch is tactful, so faint his fingerprints wouldn’t even be left behind, but still, the dabbing with his jacket’s hem is enough to redirect the blood’s flow from Lonan’s upper lip to the cuff of leather. The radio is still on, garbled like an unmassing of crepe paper lanterns.

This is the final excerpt for this update that takes us to the very end of the chapter! Harrison has just found Lonan supposedly head-first in the sink and though he asks at first why he is doing that, takes an alternate approach as the chapter closes:

Harrison gets up, his knees popping like gnawed bubble gum. He decides he will handle Lonan at a distance, if he chooses to handle him at all. Like a timid pet owner trying to tame their suddenly-rabid yorkie. Like a friend not trying to tip the full glass. To let its contents film at its surface, but never spill.

Somewhere in the apartment, Suzanna probably listens to them. If Harrison didn’t know her better, he’d imagine her pressed neatly against the door, waiting to hear the shuffle of their bodies or the tang of an argument. Instead, he imagines her at the kitchen table, gripping a glass of water for so long, half of it evaporates.

“You don’t have to tell me anything,” Harrison says, stepping back until his spine hits the counter’s lip. He curls his fingers under the granite. Looks toward the window, now a faint periwinkle. Lonan heaves. His fingers caging his face, an animal restrained. They stand there until the sun rises.

So that’s it for this gigantic update! I have like four short stories to update you on so I hope to be back soon!

—Rachel

#writing #writerblr #amwriting #writeblr #fostered #mothwork #writingupdates #feedinghabits

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sylvie-writes · 4 years ago

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Can you do a part two of what you just posted of Chris announcing your pregnancy? And have it be of them announcing the birth of their baby? And him talking about how they waited so long (6-8 weeks maybe?) just to be able to enjoy being new parents without the media involved and have him do a huge photo dump of newborn photos with dodger and him and the reader? And then maybe add in some fan comments giving them nothing but all the love and support in the world?!

Side note: I’m literally sobbing because your writing is 12/10!

LIVESTREAM

a/n: sorry for the wait, lovely. and now i'm sobbing because of your very sweet note. while i go get some tissues, enjoy the story!

Part 1, Big Brother Dodger, is on my masterlist!

“Chris, honey, you ready?”

You were sitting on the couch, phone propped up on the coffee table, prepped and ready for a live stream. It had been a few weeks since your son was born and you and Chris were finally ready to share the news. For the time that you had him to yourselves, it was very much enjoyable and you were able to make many memories, but now was the time you’d share with the media and fans. When it came to anything related to your baby, the world normally went into a panic, but a positive one. You really did enjoy reading some of the kind words from Chris’s fans.

Soon footsteps clobbered down the stairs and you saw Chris, hair a bit disheveled from running, but looking good nonetheless. In his arms, was your son who was dressed in a little patriots onesie that your husband insisted he wear for the livestream. You agreed as long as your son wore the matching hat, which surprisingly he didn’t fuss about.

Taking a few more strides, Chris joined you on the couch, one arm around your shoulders, the other supporting your son.

“Okay, we’re live in three, two, one.”

The camera started to stream and your face drew into a happy smile upon seeing hundreds of people gather into the livestream. As they entered, hundreds more of comments flew by, mostly talking about your son who squirmed in Chris’s arms, making his presence known.

After a few seconds, a couple hundred people were in and you began talking.

“Hi folks! I’m sure you’ve all been along this journey with Chris and I, so we’d like to proudly announce the arrival of our son, (your son’s name)!”

Chris lifted up the baby to sit in his lap, grabbing the child’s chubby arm and waving at the phone, a silly smile on his own face.

“Today, my wife and I are going to try our best to answer your questions, so drop them!”

Squinting, you started to see and read more and more comments, catching a few.

“First question! From Elise, she asked how old is our son? He looks a bit older than a newborn.”

You look to your husband, who takes the question.

“Nice detective work, Elise,” He laughs, “(your son’s name) is 8 weeks old. We kept him a little secret so we could get some time in with him, ya know?”

As Chris finished the question, a bunch of hearts and puppy dog eye emojis zoomed by. Soon, another question came onto the screen, this time your husband reading it to you.

“Scott Evans asks, will you share pics of the baby and dodger?”

Immediately, Chris burst into laughter seeing as his brother had weaseled into the comment section.

“My brother in law, ladies and gentlemen,” A few giggles slipped from your lips, “But yes Scott, we are going to share photos.”

For a good hour or so, you and Chris answered many comments from the fans, even receiving a few that were just compliments. One viewer was so kind and sent you the sweetest message, making your eyes water a bit.

“Hi (y/n)! I just wanted to say, I really admire how you’ve been so open with us, as we know you and Chris had some trouble. You’ve been an inspiration to me, as my husband and I have had the same problem, but I wanted to say congrats on your bundle of joy! We love you so much! - Anna.”

You read the message and felt the tears prick at your eyes, without second thought you sent the woman your love. Chris noticed how emotional you were getting and leaned to kiss you on the temple.

“I have to agree with Anna.”

Looking up, your husband smiled down at you, and you both knew the viewers were eating up the moment. There was no doubt that you wouldn’t be on ET tonight.

When the livestream was over, Chris went to go place the baby down for a nap, as the little guy experienced a pretty long day. He soon returned, plopping down onto the couch beside you, where the phone was now in your hand, the media already posting about the events prior. In particular, you saw an article titled, “Why Chris Evans and (y/n) Evans is Hollywood’s best couple.” You read the article just for the thrill of it and came across the picture of Chris kissing you earlier. Feeling a bit flustered, you smiled to yourself, which made Chris sneak a peek at your phone. He saw the picture and decided to kiss you again. Gently, the man brushed a piece of hair behind your ear and kissed your neck, making you lean into his touch. His hand was resting on your shoulder, as you closed your eyes, leaning against said arm. You just sat there in bliss as your husband planted fluttering kisses to your neck, especially the sensitive spot that made you titter a bit.

A few days later, Dodger was resting on the back porch with you, sitting on the outdoor sofa enjoying the nice weather. You decided to bring the baby and Dodge out for fresh air while Chris did a zoom interview. He was supposed to be out in an hour, giving you some nice downtime outside. Currently, Dodger was curled up on the couch beside you. Baby in your arms, you snaked a hand out to pet him. Suddenly, Dodger shifted and laid his head on your thigh, looking up at the baby. He looked so precious and was so great around your son, that you lowered the sleeping baby to Dodger’s level where he softly sniffed the boy’s tummy. You grinned at the sight of your two boys interacting and you wished you were able to get a picture.

Wish granted, your husband had sneaked out of the office early, and watched the whole thing go down. He thought to himself that this would be the cutest first picture of the many that would ensue. Discreetly, Chris took the picture and walked towards you, now gaining your attention. There was just one cushion left on the couch, large enough for the man to squeeze himself onto. Just as you were about to ask Chris to take a picture, he pulled out his phone, showing you the picture he’d taken and how he had posted it on instagram.

@chrisevans- They are definitely Momma’s boys

You laughed at his creative caption and turned to kiss his bearded cheek in gratitude. It had only been posted for 40 seconds, yet thousands of fans had commented. Chris was never one to comment and like the fan comments, but today he was feeling extra appreciative of their support. He did his best to like all of the lovely comments as you did the same.

#chris evans x reader

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littledrummeraussie · 5 years ago

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pick you up if you fall to pieces.

Word count: 1700+ Author’s Note: This has been sitting in my folder for 2 days. Just a short quick comfort story for the heartbroken hero.

masterlist.

Ashton’s been on edge for days now and you couldn’t blame him for it. The numbers just weren’t right, and everyone knew it, yet it seemed like nobody really cared. It started just before the album came out with a shipment error and thousands of copies being sent out to their fans. If the whole pandemic wasn’t enough, the guys also needed to somehow save the album they’ve been working on for the last two years. For the first week it seemed like things will work out, they’ve been promoting CALM from the safety of their own homes, doing livestreams and Zoom calls, singing, dancing and making fun of each other and themselves for hours.

But then you saw Ashton getting phone calls, and one after the other made him more anxious and grumpy, making him lose his good mood that he had after the first successful numbers came in. He was frowning as he disappeared in his office for hours, deep in conversation with his friends about what they could do to work out the situation. It was clear that no one really could do anything about the uncounted copies, even though both them and their fans and friends were fighting tooth and nail to make their chart position move up to #1.

He was still scooped up in his office when your phone pinged next to you on the counter, signalling a new tweet – from Ashton himself. You weren’t sure if you wanted to check it or go and knock on his door instead, finding out for yourself what he had in mind after hours of brainstorming with the guys. But before you could make the decision, he appeared in the kitchen, hair messy and eyes tired, a man with the weight of the world on his shoulders.

Ash took a water bottle out of the fridge, gulping down every last drop in one go, then leaned over the other side of the counter, arms crossed in front of him, forehead resting on them as he sighed heavily. You knew he had a lot on his mind, and you were ready to listen to him – but only if he was ready to talk. When another minute passed and he still did not look up you reached over to lightly squeeze his hand. His gaze was still fixed on the countertop, but he opened his fist and let you lace your fingers together.

”Was I too much?” he asked quietly as you rubbed your thumb over the skin of his hand. ”Or maybe it wasn’t enough… I should have said something else…”

”I don’t know, Ash,” you shook your head, and that made him look up, eyes wide and questioning. ”I did not see it. I don’t know what you’ve done.”

”The video?” he frowned, and you shrugged a little. ”The one I posted…”

”I can watch it, that’s fine. But I’ve thought you could tell me instead. I know it doesn’t change the facts, but… at least it’s not a camera you’re talking to.”

Ashton pulled his hand back to run his fingers through his hair, and you rounded the counter to wrap your arms around his waist, pressing a kiss against his cheek. His muscles were tense, his heart pounding, skin slightly sweaty and hot. You were sure he’s been pacing his office for the last half an hour, working up his courage to share his thoughts with the world. Whatever he said in that video didn’t matter to you in that moment – he deserved a break and some tender loving care.

”Wanna come outside with me?” you asked, pushing yourself up on your tiptoes, hooking your chin over his shoulder. ”We still have a few sunny hours left. We could just soak in some sunshine and then maybe watch the sunset as well. You’ve been spending so much time inside you’re starting to lose your tan…”

Ash finally let out a laugh, turning around in your arms to kiss your forehead. He wrapped his arms around you, pushing his face against your neck as he cuddled closer, letting you hold him. You ran your fingers up the nape of his neck, brushing through the dark curls, hoping to soothe him a little.

”I could definitely use some time away from my social media and phone,” he mumbled against your neck, and you squeezed his shoulders.

”Then this would be a perfect time for that,” you answered, and Ash just nodded.

You took his hand and led him outside, settling down on one of the sun chairs in the garden, pulling Ashton down next to you. He hesitated for a second, but then laid back against you, sighing as he rested in your arms, eyes closed and head pushed under your chin. You lightly ran your fingers through his curling hair, tucking a lock behind his ear.

”I’m just… tired of fighting,” he started whispering a few minutes later. ”Why can’t things work out just once? It’s like someone cursed our whole album release…”

”I know, love. It does seem like things are a little bit against you all. It’s not fair. You’ve worked so hard on this, you deserve to be charted accordingly.”

”It’s just a number, but still…” he tapped his fingers on your knee, going through the rhythms of Lonely Heart as he spoke.

”It’s a number, Ash, yes. It’s also your job, and you’ve all put your hearts and souls into the album. Just because someone else did their job poorly shouldn’t mean you get treated like this. Like it’s not a big deal,” you kissed the top of his head, resting your cheek on his hair.

”Not even sure what should we do at this point. Should we blame someone? Should we sue them? Should we just let this go and be happy with being #2?” his sighs were heavy, and you could almost hear the gears ticking in his brain.

”What’s the worst that could come out of this?” you asked, squeezing his shoulders to help him relax a little. ”What can they do to you?”

”Sabotage, maybe,” Ash shrugged a little. ”Losing media coverage. Less interviews, less performances, less promotion. Losing our platform, really.”

”Which means losing potential new fans and opportunities, right?” you continued, and he just nodded. ”How does this make you feel?”

”Besides the obvious?” he let out a bitter laugh. ”Mad. Angry. Stressed. Hopeless. Just done.”

”Anxious?” your fingers were back in his hair, lightly brushing through it.

”I felt like I’m gonna throw up while making that video,” Ashton confessed, hands slightly shaking where they rested on your thighs.

”Did you draw the shortest straw? What did the guys say?”

”It seemed like the best thing to do. But it didn’t make it easier, talking through the whole thing with them,” he pushed himself away from you to sit up, burying his face in his hands. ”Shit, Y/N, I don’t know what I’m doing.”

”Your best, Ashton,” you sat next to him, pushing your leg against his, letting him know you were still there. ”You’re doing your best, and no one is blaming you for standing up for your band.”

”I feel like a coward. It took me days to finally say something, and why? Because I was scared that if I do anything it will cost us our good partnership with the media,” he rubbed his face tiredly. ”All the while our fans are fighting for us day and night, and I– I wish I could be as brave as them.”

”Ashton,” you reached out to lightly turn his face towards you, rubbing your thumb over his scruffy cheek. ”It takes a lot of courage to do what you guys do every single day. The moment your name gets out and people start to recognize you… you might as well just put a big target on your own back and let them hate on you. Some will support you, some will do anything to prove you are not good enough. But your fans love you. Remember how they always say that you guys have saved them? Kept them going when they were ready to give up? How you sharing your stories and struggles gave them courage as well to brave the world? They are giving back to you on their own way now. You’ve been brave for so long – it’s okay to take a break and let someone else do the hard work, even just for a day.”

”Will tomorrow be kinder?” he sighed, pushing his face against your palm as you lightly scratched the short hair on his face.

”I don’t know, love, I really don’t,” you shook your head. ”And I’m not gonna pretend that I know the answers. How to solve this or what will happen in a day, or in a week. But I know you made an absolutely amazing album and that people love it and care about it enough to fight for it. That’s an accomplishment, if you ask me. Having such caring fans who would follow you to the end of the world. Sounds like a prize to me.”

”They really are everything to us,” he hummed in agreement, lacing your fingers together. ”I’m really thankful for them. They are the ones who deserve to be #1.”

”They are definitely family at this point,” you smiled at him, and Ash returned it with his own soft smile.

”Yes, they are. Family,” he wrapped his arms around your back, pulling you to his side. ”The most amazing one.”

As you lay back on your chair again Ashton cuddled back to you, letting the sun warm your skin as he relaxed, slowly letting go of the tension he was holding inside. His eyes were closed, a small smile playing around the corner of his mouth as you lightly stroked his hair, making sure to give him all the comfort you could in this hard time. The lights started to slowly fade as the sun was going down behind the hills, and the scene made you think of a line from one of their songs.

”Ash?” you caressed your finger over his ear, and he slowly blinked up at you, already a little sleepy.

”What’s that?”

”I love these twilight moments with you,” you smiled, kissing his temple, and you could feel his smile return.

”Thank you, love,” he pressed a kiss against your shoulder, snuggling back closer. ”Thank you for always being my sunshine.”

#ashton irwin #ashton irwin x reader #fiction time #afic: pick you up if you fall to pieces

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bow-wow-wark-wark · 3 years ago

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26. About your favorite Division - why do you love them?

Dhjdjd jejeje ok so I'm going to do all 3 again bc I like rambling.

I had mentioned matenro a bit before so hopefully this will be short. Well I like how nice they're, lol they all just want a good life and to chill and hang out and have fun, that's sweet. I find the religious motifs super interesting and that weird idea they seem to have with like repenting and owing people a lot of things. Lol is a little unhealthy so I find it super interesting. I like how supportive hifumi and jakurai are of doppo and how encouraging they are with each other. They have a lot of trust and I like how on board hifumi is about murdering doppos boss lol.

I love mtc bc I just love all of them, their personalities are all so funny, I like how their all so like fighty, like even if jyuto and rio seem more tame they're always down for the brawl, they're just really similar while being super different. I like how they just seem to understand each other well, their motivations and the values they carry, they respect that. How good friends they are and how much they value that friendship and each others happiness, they are very willing to take that L for each other. They are so caring and worry for the other so much!!! Even if it's on that subtle off hand way you can very much tell. Their songs are good, they're silly and I like how they're like "oooooh were so tough" I find it super funny, and it's also really cool. Yes you are so tough ooooo. I like how since samatoki and rio are more similar they bring way more trouble to jyuto lol, and I like how despite how much jyuto complains he really loves mtc and sticks with them anyways. Good friends over all.

Bat: they mean so much to me!! I like how strong willed they all are. They're so willing to get over grudges just like matenro lol, and like bettering themselves and being stronger. Also how they're just a tight knit family :) they're the epitome of found family for reals. I like how hitoya is like tsk pesky kids but would do anything for them!! Their songs are all bomb and they have some of the nicest voices in all of hypmic.

27. Drop a headcanon for your favorite Division.

Would anyone mind if I dropped a headcanon for each divi, no? No? Ok, 1st every single hypmic characther is neurodivergent, I'm saying this now so it doesnt get repetitive lol I'm also not specifying bc theres some I'm not that sure about and yeah.

BB: we all know I headcanon BB as Puerto Rican so another one is that they're all nonbinary!! I think it would be hilarious if ichiro was like a huge kuuko stan and bought like merch of him just like how people say other charas would do, like jiro and saburo would own ichiro merch. I'm aware it's not a Puerto Rican food but since BB likes curry so much I think they would like hilachas (rice with tomato sauce, meat and some vegetables) last I think they would all run like a Yahoo answers forum type of thing: ichiro probs about like anime, like giving recks and over all discussion , jiro anime too but he could also do music or football, saburo would go into any forum he has any knowledge of and school people that say shit wrong.

Mtc: they have like a designated person for each task that the others cant do, jyuto drives and rio and samatoki cook. Jyuto tries to get into a cook off with samatoki (just so they can impress rio) and he cooks so badly they get food poisoning. They're all transmasc. Samatoki doesnt like fish.

I dont have any fp headcanos pls dont kill me!! Except they're all nonbinary and use neo pronouns but after that not really lol.... soz

Matenro: jakurai doesnt like fish (something he shares with samatoki), hifumis sister had a raccoon tail haircut and bc doppo probably loved her and looked up to her he also got a raccoon tail haircut. I think I didnt say it when I talked about hifumi headcanos but he's also latino. Jakurai has a photo of hifumi and doppo on his office and some people confuse them for his sons. The real matenro icon is the virgencita plis.

Bat: since both kuuko and jyushi have painted nails I think it would be fun if they also painted hitoyas. I know it makes no sense with canon timeline but I like the idea that kuuko and hitoya somehow kept in contact after the trial thing bc how else would kuuko now about his whole jakurai shtick? Also since they keep in contact (could also be in canon timeline) for Ichiros bday he asks hitoya to buy him an exclusive pokemon card to give it to him. (If it's on canon timeline is their make up gift) jyushi is also in those Yahoo forum things and that's where he meets jiro and they become friends!!

Dotsuhon: sasara is my latino icon!!! Rei is also puerto rican since hes is bbs father and all that, so then when all of dotsuhon go out drinking rei and sasara have this bad tendency of speaking only in spanish to each other and rosho gets very pissed bc he doesnt understand anything. With that and the fact that I said dotsuhon matenro line up would be fun, but hifumi sasara and rei all talk in spanish while jakurai, doppo and rosho sit there like 😶😐🧍🏽‍♂️(I'm sorry for side lining them but this is so funny)The real reason why dotsuhon lost is bc they do a pelea de canchinflines fight to decide the winner and since Rosho has never done that it doesnt go too well. Rei banda song when? Sasara does one of those queres ser mi novio? Mariachi and sign things on roshos. Sasara has comedy skits in Spanish that he does with Rei. (They can actually be a comedic trio now)

28. Do you follow any of the seiyuu outside of HypMic?

No lol.... I do know that some of them voice other charas of stuff I've watched or want to watch but actually follow no, I barely know their names lol 😅

29. Did you pay attention during the livestreams/radio shows? Have you learned anything about (J)hiphop culture?

I've never seen any 😭😭😭 so no not really lmao...

This got super long so here's that

#ramble post #long post #brrr i dropped such good headcanons #nobody sees this so my ideas are safe

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yayeetsonny · 5 years ago

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Livestream Chaos~Emily Sonnett x Reader

(Here’s a quarantine fic requested by @uswnt-owns-this-homo I hope I did it justice!) some drama, but mostly fluff while reader and Emily are in quarantine.

Y/N PRO:

“Emily!” I shout in hopes of gaining her attention, to no avail.

“Emily!!” I shout even louder, still nothing.

“Emily!”

“Y/N?!” I finally hear her respond, but i still don’t hear her coming up to the room, so i continue to yell.

“Emily!” finally I hear her running in the direction of our room.

“Y/N! What is it?! What’s wrong babe?!” She comes barging in sounding out of breath from running from wherever she was.

“Oh nothing I just wanted you to pay attention to me.” I said, laughing at the shocked look on her face.

“You mean to tell me I ran up 3 flights of stairs and almost took out Bagel only for you to be perfectly okay?!”

“Exactly!” I said giving her my best smile

“Y/N! I thought something was seriously wrong! Don’t do that to me!” She said actually looking really upset.

“Oh, babe... I’m sorry, I was only joking. I didn’t mean to scare you.” I say reaching out for her, only to have her shy away from me. Frowning, I try again.

“Baby?”

“No I’m mad at you.” she said although I could tell she was only pretending now.

“I’m sorryyy. Forgive me? Pleaseee?” I said giving her my best puppy dog eyes, pulling her down onto the bed next to me.

“Mmm...” She pretended to think for a moment, playful rolled her eyes at me and relented.

“Okayyy, fine!”

“Yay!” I cheered, wrapping my arms around her waist and attaching her with kisses

“I knew you couldn’t stay mad at me.”

“Yeah, Yeah. Whatever.”

“You know you love me.”

“Yeah I do. I really do.” she looks at me lovingly.

For a moment we just stay like that, locked in a staring contest. I find myself lost in her eyes, man I really love this girl. I think to myself

“I’m so in love with you.” I finally say, breaking the staring contest.

“I am so in love with you, I might have to put a ring on it.” She says in return.

“Oh really? I was thinking the same thing.”

“Were you now?”

“Yeah I was.”

“But not anymore?”

“Now I didn’t say that... I just might have to beat you to the punch is all.” I said smirking.

“May the best women win.” Emily says as we shake on it.

“Did we really just turn a proposal into a competition?” I ask, realizing what we just agreed to.

“HA, yeah I guess we did.” She says, laughing loudly. She went to get up but I pulled her back.

“Nooooo, don’t go. I’m so bored without you.”

“Well what do you want to do? I don’t wanna lay around all day, as appealing as that sounds. We should be productive.” She said

“Since when did Emily ‘Frat daddy Jr.’ Sonnett want to be productive?” I said looking at her unconvinced.

“Excuse you! I can be productive and responsible with my time... when I want.” She said

“Okay babe, whatever you say.”

“Oh come on, why don’t we... do a livestream?!” she blurts out

“That’s productive?”

“Yes! Fan engagement is of the upmost importance. Meaning livestream = Productive.”

“I guess you’re right.”

“Of course I am, besides did you know that the fans grade us and the rest of the team based on how active we are on our social and how interactive we are with them?”

“Really? Where did you see that?.”

“Tumblr.” She said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Those fans of ours come up with the best things sometimes.” I said laughing at the thought of the others “grades.”

“So livestream?”

“Livestream it is.”

We both posted to our socials saying “Livestream with the girlfriend in 20 minutes! Be there or be square!”

20 minutes later...

Emily PRO:

We got set up with my phone and sat next to each other on the couch, practically on top of one another.

“What’s up everybody! It’s Emily Sonnett here with the beautiful Y/N!” I said excitedly waving to the camera.

“Hey guys, If you didn’t already know I’m Y/N L/N, I also play on the USWNT with Emily and I also Play for the Utah Royals.” She said introducing herself

“Of course they know who you are, silly goose.” I was confused as to why she felt the need to introduce herself even though she’s been on live-streams with me before and been on the team for a year now.

“Well yeah of course but there’s always gonna new fans wanting to know who I am.”

“Oh! Right, new fans. I totally forgot. Hey if there’s new fans on the livestream right now, welcome! I play for the Orlando Pride as well as the national team.” I said suddenly flustered at the thought of forgetting new fans.

“Now who’s the silly goose?”

“Ha ha, very funny.”

“I know I am.”

“Okay! Well guys send in your questions, feel free to ask us whatever you want and we’ll do our best to answer them.” I then began to read the comments as they came in.

“What do you guys do in your free time?” I read aloud for us both to answer.

“Well I workout, sometimes by myself or with Em. I play with Bagel, I eat... a lot. And that’s pretty much it.” Y/N says giggling.

“Yeah I workout too, I play with Bagel, I face time Rose just to see what her quarantine outfit of the day is, I of course face time Lindsay, constantly. Mostly to annoy her...” I said

“Okay next question...”

“Hey guys, Chris wants to know if you’re eating your vitamins, sleeping well and eating 3 meals a day. 😂” Y/N read out the comment from Mal.

“Hey Mal, yes we’re eating our daily dino vitamins, eating and sleeping. Tell Chris not to worry.”

Since Y/N plays for the Royals Christen and her have gotten really close and she’s taken her under her wing, and in doing so me as well. She worries and nags like a mom, it’s actually really sweet. She’s been extra worried about us since this quarantine thing started.

“How long have you guys been together?” I read out

“2 years and 4 months!” we said in sync proudly. I intertwined our fingers and brought them up to kiss the back of Y/N’s hand.

“Wedding bells in the future?” someone asked

“Maybe...” we said again in sync.

tons of “OMG NO WAY.” and “YESS THE SHIP HAS SAILED.” comments came flooding in as fans began to speculate when the question would be popped.

“Let’s spice things up shall we? Send us dates to do, send some truths to answer too!” Y/N said

“Truth for Emily: Did you like Y/N when you first met?” I read out

“No... BUT after really getting to know her i fell for her, fast and you know the rest.” I said, hoping to not upset my girlfriend in the process.

“Why didn’t you like me at first?” She asked in shock of my confession.

“You just seemed a little closed off and like you didn’t want to get to know the rest of us. I actually thought you didn’t like me.” I said hoping that, this didn’t start a fight.

“Oh... I didn’t know that.” She said seemingly thinking over what I said.

“It’s okay, I didn’t really give you a fair chance at first but we’re happy now right?” I asked worriedly

“Happier than ever.” she said after a minute. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding in.

“Good.”

“Okay... Uh ooo here’s a dare!”

“I dare you both to put the other on your shoulders and touch the ceiling.” Y/N read out

“Okay seems easy enough.” I said

“You ready?”

“Yeah let’s do it.”

We got up and moved the phone so that the fans could see what we were doing and prepared to do the dare.

“Okay....” I took a deep breath and wiped my hands on my shorts. I was actually really afraid that someone was gonna get hurt, neither of us are the most coordinated when not on the field. I agreed to go first, Y/N nodded her head to let me know she was ready, squatted down so that I could put my legs over her shoulders so I was sitting on them. She rubbed my knee to let me know she had me and to calm me a little, she could tell I was a little uneasy. She then slowly began to stand up but stopped part way when I yelped loudly in suprise.

“You okay?” she asked laughing nervously.

“Yeah babe, keep going, it’s okay.”

“Alright.”

She then grabbed my hand in one of hers to steady me and kept going. We were almost there when she wobbled slightly, but then regained her footing.

“Keep going you got it.”

Finally she was fully standing and I was able to touch the ceiling with both hands.

“Yes!” I cheered victoriously

“Woah, woah. Easy!” Y/N yelled, startled.

“Sorry, Sorry! Okay let me get down, nice and easy...”

Y/N slowly crouched down so that I was able to get down and then stood up again, giving me a hug once we were both back on the ground.

“Nailed it! Okay your turn love!” I said ready to do it again.

We repeated the process but this time with Y/N on my shoulders, she was able to touch the ceiling as well and I was getting ready to let her down when o felt a sneeze coming.

“Oh no.”

“What oh no? don’t say that. that’s not a good sign, what?”

“I- I’m gonna sneeze.”

“Emily don’t.”

“I’m trying to Stop- ” but it was too late, I sneezed and not just any sneeze, it was a dad sneeze. It was super loud and it shook my whole body. I wobbled, letting go of Y/N’s hand to try to cover my nose. Only realizing my mistake when Y/N began to slip off my shoulders.

“Emily!” she cried out, I tried to catch her but I couldn’t and she landed on the floor with a really painful sounding thud.

“Y/N! Okay guys, uh I have to make sure that she’s okay, I’m gonna end the live now. I’ll update you guys when I can bye!” I rushed out in one breath.

I quickly ended the live so the fans didn’t see what happened next. I rushed to Y/N’s side and began to see if she was badly injured.

“Y/N! Are you okay?! Talk to me babe, Please!”

“Emily?”

“Oh my god, you’re not unconscious, thank god!”

“No I’m not, but I think I was for a minute there. What happened?” Y/N rolled onto her stomach holding her nose. I could see blood gushing out of it and I started to panic. I looked around trying to find something to stop the bleeding and finally just decided to use my shirt.

“You fell off my shoulders, I- babe I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have let go of your hand.. Here.” I moved her hand so I could press my shirt to her nose.

“It’s okay, I’m good. I- I’m good. Just a little blood, that’s all.” Y/N said but I could tell she was out of it.

“Oh man, okay sit up.” I helped her sit up and continued to hold my shirt on her face.

“Hi...”

“Hey.”

“you wanna stand up or stay sitting?”

“I should probably stay down for now. My head hurts.”

“I’m sorry love, I am so so so-”

“Stop. It’s okay, I’m okay. It was an accident.” She said cutting me off and giving me the best smile she could under the circumstances.

We continued to try to stop the bleeding from her nose, it took a while and I started to worry I was gonna have to take her to the emergency room but it finally stopped and we were able to get her cleaned up. After letting the fans know she was okay, she took a shower after convincing me she was okay to be left to her own devices. I was in the kitchen making her favorite dinner and setting everything up for a romantic night when my phone began to ring. I looked to see who was calling and saw Christen’s name pop up on my screen.

“Shit.”

“Emily!” She shouted into the phone.

“Y-yes Chris?” I said timidly.

“What happened to Y/N?” Why did Mal come bursting into Tobin and I’s room telling us she’s hurt? What happened?!”

“Uh... well you see, it... we... it was just a dare but she was on my shoulders trying to touch the ceiling and she did but when I went to let her down I sneezed and I lost my grip and she fell, she had a bloody nose and her head still hurts but she’s okay! I swear!” I said hoping she wouldn’t kill me through the phone.

I could hear her sigh deeply on the other end of the line and I’d bet anything she was pinching the bridge of her nose. “She’s okay?”

“Yes Chris.”

“Okay. First off no more dares, no climbing on each other or any furniture for that matter. Y/N is to rest for the next week and she is not to do anything to strenuous until I say otherwise? Got it?”

“Yes Christen. How will you know when to clear her?”

“I’ll make her call and face time me everyday so I can see for myself how she is. Make sure she ices her nose and if her head doesn’t stop hurting take her to the doctor.”

“I will. Promise.”

After I got off the phone with Christen, and Y/N got out of the shower we sat down to eat dinner. I was the first to break the comfortable silence.

“I love you. I’m sorry.”

“I told you, it’s okay. I’m okay.” she took my hand rubbing her thumb over my knuckle gently. We continued to talk about anything and everything. After dinner we decided to cuddle on the couch while watching Y/N’s favorite movie.

“Chris was pretty mad huh?”

“yeah but she won’t stay that way for long.”

“What should we call what happened today when we inevitably have to tell the story over and over?”

“What about... Livestream chaos.?” I said making dramatic movements with my hands

“I love it.” Y/N giggled, kissing me gently.

“I could kiss you forever.” I said lovingly.

“I hope you do.” Y/N said kissing me again.

THE END

Sorry about mistakes, this isn’t edited. Oh and to the person who graded all the girls on their engagement with socials and the fans if you see this i thought that was great. :)

#uswnt imagines #uswnt #emily sonnett #emily sonnett x reader #x reader #Christen Press #mostly fluff #lol sorry #this is chaotic #other player mentions #emily sonnett fluff

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youarejesting · 5 years ago

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Femme: 50 Finale

Pairing: BTS - OT7 x Reader, GDragon x Bigbang, Erik Nam, Hyuna x Dawn, Black Pink x Female oc, TXT x robot oc, Got7 x Female oc Rating: Mature themes mentioned but not really explored. Length: 2.8k Announcement: This is the last chapter. I may have cried writing this piece. Beta: @lpayne612

You saw him waiting by the car, eating a donut, and drinking a cold coffee, and you went up to the service counter, “Can I borrow your PA system to tell my husband that he is pregnant?” The man at the counter grinned and handed over the microphone, explaining how to use it.

“Park Jimin,” you said facing the forecourt - grinning watching him lookup, “I took a pregnancy test, we’re pregnant!”

You saw him drop everything before falling to his knees and crying, covering his head with his hands. “I love you.”

He got up and ran inside dodging cars. People were clapping happily, and he grabbed you, kissing you fiercely, his fingers brushing against your neck, and hooking his thumb under your soft collar.

“We did it, princess!” He sniffed.

“We did!”

“Am I going to finally be a dad?’

“You are.”

“I dropped my coffee!” He laughed, his cheeks glistening.

“One coffee for the father to be,” a man smiled. “I remember when my wife said we were pregnant, it is such a good feeling, so this one is on me”

Driving home his hand was in yours, and he would occasionally bring your hand to his face and kiss your knuckles, whispering how much he loved you. You had explained to him you mistook implantation bleeding with a period because you were stressed and tightly strung with thoughts of letting him down.

He told you that he would never want you to stress and that there was nothing you could do that would ever let him down. “Just you breathing, and in my life, means the world to me.

Jimin came home and received a hug and kiss from all the children, a few crying saying they missed him and he cried back. “Where did you go?”

“Well, DaddyJii had to buy mummy a special drink so she could have a baby,” Jimin smiled at the children.

“Don’t be silly, Daddy Goo told us how mummy has babies in her belly,” Jae Eun said.

“Yeah, he says mummy eats a special fish and then the fish swims around in her belly and changes like a tadpole,” Jae Hwa smiled proudly.

“Yes, well the special drink has the fish in it.” You smiled at them, not ready to explain the birds and the bees just yet - wanting to preserve their innocence for just a few more years.

“Does it tickle Ama?” Huimang asked, “The fishy in your belly?”

“Sometimes, but the fishy is too small to feel just yet. When the fish turns into a baby, you will be able to feel the baby move in my tummy.”

There was a big family celebration; you made a huge donation to the Femme rehabilitation organization and, honestly, had a really good pregnancy. The number one hashtag as you entered your ninth month was ‘#SugaTheMusicProducerAndBabyInducer’ which made said man pout and avoid you whenever he heard it in mock fear.

He had written a few songs boasting that any pregnant woman listening to his album may go into labour at the sound of his voice. You went live with your family talking about things and what you all planned to do as a family.

“We have shared our whole world with you and it has been so long. You, have seen our ups and downs, and we want to continue to show you everything until the end. Just recently, with my struggle with fertility, we realized we don’t want to hide all these natural things from the world.” You grimace at the camera, another cramp taking over. You were secretly timing them so as not to finish the livestream early.

“We were lucky to fall pregnant, but not everybody gets that chance, so we are so thankful and are giving a donation to the specific fertility group we went through who was absolutely lovely.” You knew that the contractions were slowly getting closer together, but you would rather stay in the comfort of your own home and keep yourself busy with a livestream than going and sitting in a hospital room bored - and uncomfortable - waiting to go into active labour and dilate.

“Someone asked if we will have any more children?” Seokjin was designated to read the comments.

“No, we are already blessed with so many we won’t be greedy. Plus, I’m getting older and there are more chances of complications the older I get, so I do not wish to push the limits of my health. I want to be around for my family for as many years as I can.”

“Have you thought of any names?” Seokjin genuinely seemed interested by this question.

“Many.” You smiled, “We don’t know the gender of our baby, so we haven’t really settled on one - but a few.”

“Have you had any weird cravings?” Jungkook read some comments over the older man's shoulder, and they all began discussing your weird eating habits.

“Yoongi, if you had to induce a baby what would you do? I am due today, and the baby doesn’t look like they’re coming any time soon.”

“Well, I would lean down and whisper, ‘alright little one, it’s time to get out or you can start paying rent,’” Yoongi laughed at your belly, rubbing it gently.

“No, I am determined to entice my own child out,” Jimin leaned down so he was cupping your belly, his lips almost brushing the fabric of your dress. “Come on now baby, daddy wants to meet you.”

You could laugh at the timing as your water broke, thanking the heavens you were shooting from the waist up. “Did…” Namjoon gasped in shock.

“Did you just pee?” Jungkook shouted

“No my water just broke.” You gripped your tummy, breathing through the pain while trying to stop the laughter.

You had all decided to take the audience with you. It was mostly the camera on the boys and a nervous looking Jimin who was doting on you in the ward. You were having a blast talking and laughing with the audience while Seokjin was texting Erik and Namjoon’s dad, trying to make sure the kids were all fine getting ready for bed.

You were taken up to the VIP labour ward and you were having a great time. Your audience was super supportive, and you said goodbye getting wheeled off to the birthing suite. This labour was the easiest - you were so experienced you knew all the cues, and your body relaxed understanding what you were supposed to do.

A little boy. He was tiny in Jimin’s hands and he kept saying thank you. “Thank you for giving me this opportunity, this miracle who I will cherish everyday, I love you both so much, I love you my princess”

He held him in his arms as they wheeled you back to the private ward where you met the others. Jimin hadn’t stopped crying and Taehyung, Hoseok, and Yoongi engulfed him in a hug. The live stream was still going on with a million-person audience waiting to see the baby.

“It’s a boy,” Jimin said, “and we both agreed his name would be Byul.”

You were happy and the boys grinned. You all looked up at the camera and waved, signing off - spending the time alone together. The nurse came in, “We have to check the baby's hearing and heart and take a full screen of his blood. All routine stuff.”

Jimin nodded, taking the baby in his arms and following the nurse. It wasn’t a long process, but when Jimin didn’t come back you started to get worried. You visibly began stressing the blankets. “What is taking so long?” your laugh was forced and there was little semblance of a joke.

“It’s okay, there are other babies. maybe they are waiting on another?”

Jimin stepped in and he was crying holding his son preciously in his hands, as if holding him too tightly could hurt the newborn. “Byul might be deaf, they will have to um, check him again soon.”

“What do you mean?”

“They said it could just be fluid in his ear, but they will check again in a few hours,” Jimin sniffed.

Upon the second third and fourth hearing test, it was almost clear that Byul was partially deaf. He could hear a little, but the doctor explained it would forever be super muffled. That didn’t mean he couldn’t recognize your voices, though. He still could just hear, and you were fine with that - any hearing was a blessing at that point.

You headed home, and Jimin took leave from work. He spent time caring for his son and even signed up for classes on sign language. Everyone went to the classes together and began learning, as it would be easier if you all learnt early.

Byul was not a typical happy baby spending most of his time crying - it was mostly due to the fact he scared easily. Being unable to hear when you were there, Byul would call for you and you would press your lips to his forehead and against his skin so he knew you were there. The vibrations running through his body.

He loved when you would do this but especially enjoyed Taehyung’s deep rumbling voice, it made him giggle.

He learnt cues differently. Instead of mum and dad, you taught him to touch his cheek in certain ways for these words. He wasn’t a shy baby, but he still only made a few noises. He was quick to learn how to walk and run and play.

Jeongsan was so good at sign language, he was quick to tell you what byul needed and took it upon himself to help his younger brother where he could.

You were still learning, and you had a discussion with the boys about your channel and what you should do. It was a mutual agreement that you would make your final broadcast that evening before a hiatus - which you didn’t know when or if you would come back.

It was a rainy afternoon, and Byul sat on your lap on the back porch, watching the rain and lighting and feeling the thunder shake the sky.

He laid back in your arms, and you sang to him and signed in front of him to sing along. He tried his best, his voice sweet like his father’s, and you did the signs the whole song.

His little gold hearing aids helped him out so much, but he sometimes preferred to not wear them, as he didn’t always like the feeling.

“My son,” you signed with a big bright smile “I love you.”

“Mama love you,” he answered, repeating your gesture as big as he could and you laughed hugging him tightly.

You all had just posted your live stream as a family saying you were going on hiatus. You felt like you wanted to cry, walking towards the kitchen to make yourself a calming cup of tea. When Kyungju asked, “Ate you okay mum?”

Turning, you looked at your family all looking back at you, all your beautiful children smiling at you, and then there were your husbands.

All looking beautiful. Seokjin still with a gentle smile, Yoongi looking impassive and yet now you could see the emotions in his eyes. Jungkook with the same bunny toothed smile, and thirteen years washed away like you were falling in love with them all over again. They stood in front of you just like they had that day, eyes bright and curious and you smiled. Speaking clearly in English while signing so every member of your family knew what you were saying.

“I love you.”

Everything was good, until I completed everything ready to post. I attached the last header for the last time and I just sobbed. Saying goodbye to this story is the hardest thing, I have experienced to this day. It was one of my safe havens a world I created to escape all the bad and well it has reached its happy ending.

Thank you for joining me on this journey.

Ever your Jester.

Femme Media 50

[The End]

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doyouever-daydream · 5 years ago

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Take me out to the ball game.

A/N So… This is the result of me being sad over Opening Day being postponed, the MLB livestreaming game 7 of 2016 WS when my Cubs won, and having watched yesterday the episode where Rossi talks about this and puts up the W in his office wall *cries thinking about it* (I thrive everytime David Rossi of Criminal Minds or Nick Miller of New Girl make a reference about the Chicago Cubs lmao) Also in my head the Simmons family are huge Nationals fans just for the sake of the story lmao. Hopefully you’ll enjoy it.

Summary: It’s MLB’s Opening Day and since the Cubs are playing against the Nationals, Rossi invites the whole BAU fam to the Nats Park. (Please remember I suck at summaries)

Pairing: I guess there’s a little Spencer Reid x SSA (y/n) (y/l/n) there but it is mostly bonding time between the BAU fam.

Warnings: None.

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“Well, this isn’t Wrigley Field but at least our Cubbies are playing” (y/n) said to David as they got to their seats.

It was MLB’s Opening Day and David had invited everyone to go and see his beloved Cubs playing against the Nationals, he was particularly excited that he finally had another Cubs fan in the team. They were both wearing Cubs jerseys and hats.

“Aren’t you supposed to be on the field playing? There’s enough of you to be a team” Prentiss teased the Simmons family, who were proudly wearing Nationals gear, all six of them had jerseys, even little Rose Mary.

“Very funny, Em, but actually we’re incomplete, there are nine team members on the diamond” Matt said with a laugh.

“Better start working on triplets then” Will said while he and JJ put sunscreen on their boys.

“Not a chance” Kristy was quick to answer braiding Lily’s hair.

The whole BAU family was there, even though not all of them were baseball fans, they felt it would be a good memory attending Opening Day all together.

“I have an extra Cubs hat if anyone wants it, maybe you Luke, come to your senses, come on” (y/n) teased Luke and he jokingly gasped while adjusting his Yankees hat.

“Haha, very funny, (y/l/n)”

“I’ll take it” Spencer, who was conveniently sitting next to her, spoke and everyone hid their smirks, they knew he was doing it so he could impress (y/n), truth was he didn’t know much about sports, he had been busy with his lectures so he couldn’t do proper research on the sport but he was willing to learn as the game progressed.

“Yes! That’s the attitude, Spence” She happily gave it to him.

“Usually I’m more into hockey and football but this could be nice” JJ thought the weather was beautiful and the atmosphere at the park was nice.

“Wait, till this lasts 4 hours or more” Kristy joked with wide eyes.

“What!?”

“This is the king of sports and now I could finally prove it to you” Rossi was ecstatic being there.

“I love you, Dave but if this goes on for more than three hours I’ll leave you up to it and I’ll go to the house, or anywhere else”

“Yup, I want to tag along if that does happen” Penelope chimed in and Luke laughed.

“Count me in, I’m mainly here for the food and the beer” Emily added with a beer already on her hand.

“Amen to that” Tara was also holding a beer and putting on her sunglasses.

“I want a hot dog!” Michael got hungry at the mention of food.

“Sure, buddy, I’ll go grab you one”

“I’ll go with you, the kids also will want food any second now” Matt was quick to follow Will and soon Tara, Emily and (y/n) joined them to buy snacks for the rest of the team.

Soon they were back with a lot of food and drinks for all nineteen of them.

They all chatted about different things, they were seated in two rows so that they weren’t that far from each other, the game started and Matt, David and (y/n) were immediately lost in the game, the three of them talking about what their teams were doing good and what they could work on.

Kristy noticed Spencer was a little bit anxious, he moved his foot and every other minute he looked at (y/n), probably wishing he knew something about baseball so he could talk to her.

“First game, Spence?” She bounced Rose who was sitting in her lap.

“Uh, yeah” He turned to her and little Rose who was having the time of her life with a foam finger, that was almost as big as her, his uncle Dave had bought for her.

“Do you want to know more about how baseball works?” She offered and Spencer nodded desperately.

“Ok, so…”

And so Kristy began to explain to Spencer everything she had learned of the sport from her dad, brothers and Matt, she enjoyed watching the games before she started dating Matt but when they started dating, Matt’s love for it rubbed off on her.

It was the middle of the fourth inning and the Presidents race was happening, the kids were excited to see it. Soon JJ and Will had their sons on their shoulders, Matt had Jake, Luke had David, Kristy had Chloe and (y/n) had Lily while Penelope carried a happy Rose.

The scene of all of them cheering on the presidents was adorable, Krystall decided to take a video to capture the scene. The race ended and the kids were on their seats again talking about how cool it was to see the presidents run.

“I want my own giant foam caricature head” A tipsy Emily declared “Let’s all make our own foam heads and have a BAU race, woo!” She screamed and everyone laughed.

“It’s a good thing she didn’t drive here” Penelope said still holding Rose.

“I’ll take her home, I’m taking Spence too” (y/n) offered as she noticed a very quiet Spencer “Are you having fun?”

“Uh, yeah, this is nice, it’s my first baseball game but Kristy helped me out understanding the rules” Reid nodded as he ran a hand through his hair nervously.

“That’s great, you should’ve told me and I could’ve explained it to you on our way here”

“Don’t worry, it’s ok” His smile made (y/n) melt, his eyes looked particularly beautiful with the sunlight above them.

“Maybe it was best that Kristy explained it to you, I can get intense as I’m sure you noticed”

“I would say you’re passionate and it’s… It’s- really nice to see you talk about something you’re so passionate about, you know, besides work” He looked at her with a shy smile on his lips and noticed she was blushing, as she was going to say something Lily tapped on her shoulder.

“Aunt (y/n), are you gonna sing with me the baseball song?” She asked with a sweet voice.

“Of course, I’ll do that, maybe uncle Spencer can sing with us too” He looked terrified because he had no idea what they were talking about “We’re going to teach you a song so you can sing it with us during the middle of the 7th, ok?” More than asking, (y/n) was informing him he was going to sing with them and he nodded.

Soon it was the 7th inning stretch and everyone were on their feet ready to sing, while Emily and Penelope didn’t know all of the lyrics they did their best, the rest of them happily sang “Take me out to the ball game”, Reid had Lily in his arms as she and (y/n) waved their arms in the air to the rhythm of the baseball classic.

“Take me out to the ballgame, take me out with the crowd, buy me some peanuts and crackerjacks, I don’t care if I ever get back, let me root, root, root for the home team, if they don’t win, it’s a shame, for it’s one, two, three strikes you’re out at the old ball game”

At the end of the game the Nationals had won, leaving the Simmons family, especially the kids very happy, so David and (y/n) weren’t that sad their team had lost if it meant the little ones being happy.

The rest of the gang was also happy at how the day had turned out, as they expected they had a great time, after all, it wasn’t everyday they were able to do this kind of things all of them together.

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