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astonmartinii · 10 months ago

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a case of the cuddle bug | logan sargent social media au

pairing: logan sargent x fem!piastri!reader

someone check his temperature, he's got a serious case of the cuddle bug

author's note: thought we could all use some logan content to get us through the weekend

MASTERLIST | TIP JAR

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yourusername: he's not racing :( more time to cuddle :)

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user1: if i find out that that t-shirt was made by them i may need to be shot in the head

yourusername: sorry to be the bearer of bad news 😕

user2: y/n where do we find a logan?

yourusername: date your brother's best friend - the romance books did NOT lie

logansargent: hard to be too sad when you're around

yourusername: awwwww logie bear 🐻 i love youuuuu

logansargent: i love you too come back to the motorhome the hospitality coffee is not worth it

yourusername: not even if i swipe you a cupcake?

logansargent: okay..... maybe ....

alexalbon: i'm sorry buddy, i promise i'll do us proud

yourusername: yOU BETTER 👹

alexalbon: i'm soRRY are you like a gremlin? did someone spill some water?

yourusername: i'm gonna ignore most of that cause gizmo is cute

logansargent: she loves you really alex

alexalbon: do you still love me logie?

logansargent: yes?

alexalbon: I' SORRY I HAVE.A GUILTY CONSCIENCE I DON'T LIKE PEOPLE BEING MAD AT ME

user3: lol mood ^

oscarpiastri: you could support your BELOVED BROTHER NOW (AT HIS (OUR) HOME RACE)

yourusername: ugh i guess

oscarpiastri: you literally said you'd support me any time logan wasn't racing :(

yourusername: unless he can come with me, we'll be supporting you from the williams garage

oscarpiastri: better than nothing i guess

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logansargent: no way around it, this weekend has been the hardest of my career. however, i'm thankful for alex for picking up a couple points for the team and for having y/n with me to support me this weekend, enjoy the cute picture of her (but not too much)

also i guess congrats to oscar on a podium at his home race 🤷🏻‍♂️

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user4: hardest weekend ever... here's a pic of my. hot gf :)))))

user5: he's real for that, just reminding us that he's still winning off track

alexalbon: thank you isn't enough logie, love you man, can't wait to see you back in the car next week x

yourusername: you're so lucky you got points otherwise your ass would've been grass xoxo

alexalbon: Y/N I SAID I WAS SORRY PLEASE STOP BEING MEAN YOU'RE MEANT TO BE THE NICE PIASTRI

oscarpiastri: you stole my soon-to-be brother-in-law's car and called me a shit padel player 🖕🏻

alexalbon: why is everyone ganging up on me :(

logansargent: you gotta take it for at least this weekend bro

alexalbon: i guess...

user6: they're so cute, but who is taking these photos of them?

yourusername: oscar makes himself useful sometimes

oscarpiastri: ugh i get NO CREDIT IN THIS FAMILY

logansargent: i at least appreciate it oscar 🫶🏻

oscarpiastri: that's all well and good and i love you, you're my bff but sometimes i don't want to see you be lovely dovey with that hellspawn

fredvesti: let it be known i will no longer be sneaking out with you guys for ice cream on a race weekend, the risk was not worth the third wheeling

logansargent: i paid?

fredvesti: thank the lord you did otherwise i'd raise an official complaint

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oscarpiastri: got a podium at my home race and i'm still not my sister's favourite

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user8: have we considered that y/n and logan have attachment issues?

oscarpiastri: she sat at the window like a woman waiting for her husband at war when he DARED to go home for christmas when we were 16

yourusername: as if you haven't cried over lily 🙄

oscarpiastri: i ACTUALLY don't get to see her very often, i can't separate you and logan

yourusername: LEAVE ME BE

user9: oscar says this as if y/n wasn't crying her eyes out at the podium

user10: and logan wiping her tears to prevent smudging her eyeliner - sigh

logansargent: don't hate the player hate the game

oscarpiastri: what happened to blood being thicker than water

yourusername: you know what else is thicker than water ... 😩😩😩

oscarpiastri: okay you can sTOP RIGHT THERE

landonorris: they're really one being huh?

oscarpiastri: believe me the dinner at mine? they were being TAME

yourusername: okay for the audience we are not that bad, we're just affectionate we aren't like making out in front of everyone

landonorris: .... shame

oscarpiastri: yOU HAVE SHAME THAT'S MY SISTER

logansargent: THAT'S MY GIRLFRIEND

yourusername: AND THAT'S MY BOYFRIEND

landonorris: damn tough crowd

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yourusername: a wee break before my boy is back to knock your socks off

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user11: they're so cute your honour

alexalbon: dating a racing driver and not wearing a seat belt? interesting.

yourusername: dating a professional golfer and still shit at golf? interesting.

lilymunhe: she did get you there alex, soz.

yourusername: also we weren't even driving, that hair acting is all a fan

logansargent: practically a professional photographer now (the model definitely helps, she looks perfect doing anything)

yourusername: hehehheheheheheheheheheheeh

user12: y/n really just gagging alex at every corner

user13: she saw logan wasn't holding a grudge and decided to double down on hers

user14: and we respect that

logansargent: you knock my socks off everyday babe

yourusername: as long as it's only me 😘

logansargent: i've been in love with you since i was 13 👍🏻

yourusername: SNAP🫰

oscarpiastri: once again left out of the photodump

yourusername: you are not 'my boy' that would in fact be inappropraite

oscarpiastri: you couldn't just change the caption?

yourusername: you're not cute enough to be a lannister (cersei and jaime call me)

logansargent: ????

yourusername: *call us 😉

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logansargent: glad to be back in the car this weekend, though if alex could stop terrorising y/n that would be great

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user15: were oscar and y/n's parents in the williams garage?

user16: so oscar wasn't lying about him basically being family already 🥹

alexalbon: i was not TERRORISNG I WAS ENGAGING IN SIBLING LIKE BANTER

oscarpiastri: hold on buster, that's MY sister 🤨

alexalbon: i can't win with any of you three 😭

yourusername: LET'S FUCKING GO EAGLE BOY GOD BLESS AMERICA 🦅🇺🇸

logansargent: i'll let you have this one for once

yourusername: as an aussie that was very hard to say, please appreciate it

logansargent: thank you my little kangaroo?

yourusername: kinda offensive they're scary

logansargent: koala?

yourusername: YOU SAYING I HAVE CHLAMYDIA?

logansargent: well i've ran out of australian animals now :(

user17: thanks for the violent reminder of chlamydia being rife in koalas :(

oscarpiastri: gonna have to beat you this weekend to win back my parents' favour it seems

yourusername: let's be real, they prefer logan over both of us :(

oscarpiastri: true 😔

logansargent: i can't help the southern charm

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williamsf1: LOGAN POINTS, I REPEAT LOGAN POINTS 😤

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user20: TRUST HIM, I REPEAT TRUST HIM

yourusername: THAT'S MY BOY LET'S FUCKING GO

oscarpiastri: you never get this excited for me?

yourusername: FUCK OFF THIS IS NOT YOUR TURN, IT'S LOGAN'S DAY

maxverstappen1: pretty sure i won the race

yourusername: FUCK OFF ALL OF YOU

user21: y/n crying her eyes out she's so real

user22: based on the faces in the garage i think she may have let everything out lol

user23: as she should

user24: can't expect two people to be attached 24/7 and not be ride or die for each other

logansargent: thanks for the support, glad to pick up some points for the team

yourusername: I'M SO PROUD OF YOU

logansargent: i know you've shouted it in my face since i got back from media

yourusername: you need to know it :(

logansargent: i love you so much

yourusername: i love you even more

user25: the whole piastri family going wild in LOGAN'S garage was not on my 2024 bingo sheet

user26: but it was cute as fuck

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yourusername: we're down bad with a case of the cuddle bug

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user27: the CUDDLE BUG?

user28: i need to be taken out of my misery

logansargent: i've got a high fever, a love fever

oscarpiastri: THAT WAS CORNY AS FUCK

yourusername: i thought it was cute :(

logansargent: and that's what matters

yourusername: exactlyyyyy

oscarpiastri: so fuck me, right?

yourusername: yes!

logansargent: yes!

user29: this whole interaction makes it so obvious oscar was the only boy growing up LOL

alexalbon: i'll concede, you guys are cute

yourusername: we been known

logansargent: no one does it like us

alexalbon: erm alex and lily erasure?

yourusername: lily cute, you not so much

alexalbon: stop being SO PROTECTIVE WHY ARE YOU A GOLDEN RETRIEVER WITH EVERYONE ELSE AND A RABID JACK RUSSELL WITH ME IT WAS JAMES' DECISION GO FOR JAMES' ANKLES

williamsf1: ???

yourusername: i thought it was friendly sibling banter (also james is logie's boss of course i'm not gonna go for his ankles dummy)

logansargent: she's my little guard dog 🫶🏻

yourusername: anything for you, come back to cuddle :(

logansargent: on my way cuddle bug!

fin.

note: i understand why williams made the decision they did, but i've had such a soft spot for logan since he admitted he's lonely in the paddock :( i hope he has a good next race to really prove himself to everyone xx hope you enjoyed! xx

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thehusbandoden · 1 year ago

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You Flinch During an Argument -Bakugo Katsuki

I finished this yesterday but forced myself to wait to post it due to my one part a day pattern I've had going on.

Anyways~ as I said in Shoto's part, I did make this one a bit angstier, but I hope I didn't stray too far away from the original prompt :'). It's kinda bittersweet lol but I kinda like it.

Angst to fluff/Comfort | Kinda bittersweet~ | 993 words | female reader

Warnings!: arguing, yelling, being scared of your partner, parents arguing (the kids were not present), kids being left at school (not for very long), caps, excuses, self hatred, and insulting themselves (Bakugo). Please let me know if I miss any <33

You both had been fighting for at least half an hour, screaming at one another for this and that. It started with Bakugo 'forgetting' to pick up your sons from school, and has now escalated into you screaming at him for not 'caring about this family' and his yelling about how hard he works for your family.

No one was totally to blame, both parties had some points that were right, and some that were wrong. But it should have never reached that point.

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"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW HARD I WORK TO PROVIDE FOR THIS FAMILY! I TOLD YOU WHEN YOU BEGGED FOR KIDS THAT I WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO HELP OUT MUCH! WHAT ELSE DO YOU EXPECT FROM ME!"

"I UNDERSTAND THAT- BUT YOU'VE HAD THREE DAYS OFF! YOU'RE FULLY RESTED- AND SHOULD'VE PICKED UP THE KIDS NO PROBLEM WHILE I WAS HELPING OUT YOUR MOM!"

"WELL WHAT DO YOU EXPECT ME TO DO! I FORGOT ABOUT IT, OKAY! AND YOU DIDN'T CALL TO REMIND ME EITHER!"

"I EXPECTED YOU TO HAVE ENOUGH BRAINS TO REMEMBER, BUT I GUESS THAT WAS IDIOTIC OF ME!"

"I HAVE SO MUCH TO DEAL WITH BESIDES THIS BULL CRAP THAT'S YOUR RESPONSIBILITY! I WORK, YOU TAKE CARE OF THE KIDS!"

"KATSUKI I CANNOT WATCH THE KIDS 24-7 WITHOUT YOUR HELP! I NEED BREAKS TOO! YOU HAVE TWO DAYS OFF A WEEK TO RELAX, AND CATCH UP ON SLEEP! WHILE I HAVE NIGHT TIME, BATHROOM BREAKS, RUNNING ERANDS, AND NAP TIMES TO CATCH A BREAK! I SHOULD BE ABLE TO RELY ON MY HUSBAND TO HELP OUT WHEN HE HAS TIME OFF!"

"YOU'RE THE ONE WHO WANTED THE KIDS IN THE FIRST PLACE- WHY ARE YOU WHINING TO ME ABOUT HAVING TO TAKE CARE OF 'EM!"

"WHY ARE YOU ACTING LIKE THEY AREN'T YOURS!? WE BOTH AGREED ON DOING THE BEST WE COULD FOR OUR KIDS, AND YOU SAID THAT YOU'D HELP OUT WHENEVER YOU COULD!"

"Y/N IT WAS THIS ONE TIME- I WAS BUSY, I FORGOT!"

"YOU WERE PLAYING GAMES ALL DAY WITH YOUR FRIENDS! THAT IS NOT BUSY!"

Blazing anger filled Bakugo as he stepped towards you, planning on simply getting closer to you to somehow try and make you see his side of things. He didn't mean to forget about picking up his kids, he loves his kids, he was simply engrossed in talking about them to his friends as he gamed, totally forgetting about the time and the fact that they were at school, waiting for someone to pick them up.

In truth, Bakugo felt bad. Really bad. But you wouldn't stop, so he continued, his unwavering pride making it near impossible to simply apologize and leave the argument behind.

Storming towards you, Bakugo stopped dead in his tracks as you flinched from him, eyes holding a certain terror. Wait- did you- did you think he was going to hurt you?!

Apologies and 'are you okay's were caught in Bakugo's throat as he opened his mouth, too terrified to speak.

Y/n.. his y/n was scared..of him. HIs y/n- the person that tore him out of his 'I don't care about anything or anyone' stage. She brought him out of his dark pit of self loathing, hating himself for how weak he was, how he couldn't do anything compared to that idiot Deku. She brought light into his world, she is his light. His first and last love, his wife, his center, his other half, his partner, his reason for life, the mother of his children, his one and only lover, his queen, his everything.

And he scared her.

Screamed at her for something that was his fault.

Treated her so badly that she flinched away from him- terror filling her eyes.

Her gorgeous e/c eyes. The same eyes that his sons had inherited. Now he's brought tears to three sets of those goregous eyes. What a scum bag.

Pain seared through Bakguo as he embraced his y/n, knowing if he left now she would entirely break, thinking that he was giving up on her. On their love. When in reality, he would't be. He would never dream of leaving her, or their beautiful children.

Because no matter how much of an a-hole Bakugo may be, he would never stoop that low. Never. And so he held her, and continued to hold her as she tearfully cussed him out, telling him how much she loved him and how much of an a-hole he was for treating her like that, their kids like that.

He just held her, telling her that he was sorry, that he knew, that he would make it up to her -and their seven year old twins- somehow.

And for now, that was enough. His love, and comfort was enough as you clung to him, insulting him while telling him that you loved his idiotic self in the same sentence, telling him that you loved him too much to not be able to forgive him.

And that if he was serious about making things right, that you would help him.

Because you were Bakugo y/n*. You chose to take his name and become his wife. Bakugo has helped you through so many up and downs, so you would do the same for him. Because he truly loved you, and you truly loved him.

*Japanese last names go in front of the first name to pay respect to the family name, and that's why Kirishima and Bakugo's other classmates call him Bakugo instead of Katsuki -to pay respect to his family name-. So you would be (in Japan anyway) Bakugo y/n (if you choose to take his last name) and strangers/aquaintnesses/not so close friends and co-workers would call you Bakugo instead of y/n. Annd due to me not liking Bakugo a whole lot I call him Bakugo or Baka/Bakuhoe instead of Katuski and call Todoroki and Midoriya, Shoto and Izuku- do you get what I'm saying?? I hope you do <33

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lyrenminth · 8 months ago

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Can I put in a request for something like you take Justin to a party in your hometown to meet up with some of your friends and you all bump into your ex, Justin gets jealous which surprises you so you want to leave to cheer Justin up because this is the first time you’ve seen him act like this

Similar request: I can you maybe write something about Justin being jealous and protective??

Jealous Justin

The fairy lights strung across the patio cast a warm glow on Y/N's face as she laughed, her head thrown back. Justin, drinking a beer a next to her, couldn't stop staring the very handsome guy who was making her laugh, he watched the scene unfold with a growing knot in his stomach. If he remembered correcty that was Demian, one of her exes, so why in the fucking hell she was laughing with him? And why he was standing like a damn idiot without saying anything?

Demian gaze lingered on him in acknowledgment. "She's that funny, uh?" Demian said. Justin wanted to push him so damn hard, instead he forced a smile. "Yeah, she is." The words felt hollow. He hated the way Demian leaned in, invading their personal space.

Justin's arm grabbed Y/N's waist and pulled her closer. She only smiled at him, oblivious of the intentions of the other man. But he knew, Demian wasn't being friendly, he didn't want to remember the good times. He wanted to bring them back.

"How is your wife anyway?" Y/n asked lookig behind Demian, at the crowd maybe looking for his wife. So the bastard was married and flirting with HER? A muscle in Justin's jaw flicked. "Oh, we are divorced. Two years ago actually" Demian informed. Y/N frowned, confused. "But you got along pretty well" he shrugged, like it was nothing. Justin felt her arm around his waist. "Oh, I guess it was for the best" she said, sadly.

"Do you get along?" Demian asked, at Justin. "Yes, he's my best friend" Y/N said instead, and completely unlike him, he leaned in to kiss her softly in her smooth lips. It shock him as much as her, but it was a brief moment. "She's my rock" he simply said, not wanting to prolong the conversation.

Later, while they eat dinner in a table full of people, she nudged him with ther knee. "Are you okay?" she mouthed, feeling something was off with him. His green eyes were stormy, and since he was so angry and jelous he could only nod.

Seeing her with her ex, laughing and making conversation didn't sit him well. It felt...disrespectful. And there was this weird feeling he has never felt before that made his stomach uneasy. Demian was handsome and carried the conversation with others very well. There wasn't any bone of introversion in him. And Justin...he sighed for the third time.

Y/N picking up his mood, and not wanting to stay anymore in the party said her farewells, Justin acting as polite as always too. In their way to the car, she held his hand. "Tell me what is annoying you" she request. Why she could read him so well? He stopped on his tracks and turned to face her. Her beautiful face was enough to damp his temper. This was Y/N, she was clueless most of the time and she was innately friendly even with the assholes and yet. "I didn't like you were talking with your ex who clearly still has something for you" Justin couldn't hide his bitter tone. She furrowed her eyebrows. "I—I don't think he has something for me, but I understand why are you mad. However, you have nothing to worry" she stood on her tip toes and cupped his face. Justin loved when she did that. "I love you Justin, only you" her tone was so ardent he felt it down there. He held her hips, and squeeze her a bit. "I trust you" he said, she beamed, kissing him once again. Justin's neurons melted, and the only thing he could think of was to remind her who he was.

Her husband, her friend, her partner.

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bullet-prooflove · 4 months ago

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5000 Follower Celebration: Postcards From My Heart - Terry Silver x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @thedeadsingforme @eddieslut69 @mia1653 @kimbergoldess

Companion piece to:

Attention - Terry hasn't been paying you enough attention.

Distance - Terry and you struggle with emotional distance as the embezzlement case continues.

Prequel to:

Twenty Four Hours - You come home from your trip to spend 24 hours with your husband.

The embezzlement investigation takes hold when Terry reports the crime to the FBI. He’s spent months trying to untangle it on his own and now it’s gotten to the point where he’s forced to hand over all the details to the authorities or risk looking complicit.

The unfortunate part to all of this is that he has to make himself available to investigators, which means he has to stay in the city while you undertake the gallery tour across Europe you’ve had planned for over a year now.

Ever since the exhibition with the paper airplanes went viral, galleries from around the world have been requesting both you and your artwork’s presence at their venues. They want to discuss the programs you’ve been undertaking and how to implement them in their own locations whilst showcasing your paintings.

You end up going alone and it kills Terry because things between the two of you, they’re still not entirely right after the night you asked him if he was seeing someone else. He’s tried to be more attentive but the embezzlement it’s eating up both his time and his energy. He doesn’t even get to see you off at the airport because he’s trapped in a meeting with federal investigators. You don’t say how much it disappoints you but he feels it viscerally as he tracks your flight right out of his orbit.

He worries that this trip, the distance between the two of you, it’ll be the thing that kills your marriage especially when he misses three of your calls in a row over a series of days. He tries calling you back but with the time difference, you just keep missing each other.

When the postcard arrives his heart sinks, it’s an image of the small chapel where the two of you married in Tuscany. He’s filled with an intense sadness because this was the real reason he wanted to take the trip, he’d been planning to surprise you, review your vows there and then the whole thing had gotten fucked up and now you’re barely exchanging texts.

By the time the postcard arrives from Paris you’ve been gone almost a fortnight. Terry’s eating breakfast alone, preparing for another lengthy day of depositions when the call comes through.

“Guess where I am.” You say as you appear on the screen and something in Terry’s chest just settles.

After so many missed connections he’s been dreading this call because he’s adamant it’s going to be the one where you tell him you’re done with all of this but then he sees the expression on your face and for Terry, it could light up an entire room.

“Tell me.” He urges, his voice soft and you alter the camera to show him the bench in the gallery where the two of you met. You zoom in closely and there’s a tiny heart with both of your initials drawn in the corner in black sharpie.

“Georgia,” He says fondly. “Did you deface a bench in the Louvre?”

“I’m hoping they kinda take it like a Banksy.” You tell him before turning the camera back so he can see your face. “You know how he just turns up, graffitis something and then disappears. I’ve been doing it everywhere we’ve been together on this trip. I even tagged the church.”

“You did not!” He smiles because he realises what you’ve been doing whilst you’ve been on tour, you’ve been marking your relationship, making it indelible. He can’t describe how that makes him feel, to know that you’ve been thinking about him, that you’ve been leaving the evidence of your marriage on landmarks all around the world.

“I did.” You assure him. “Right on the pew you got a little handsy that time whilst we were waiting for the priest.”

“You were wearing that white sundress.” He reminds you, propping his chin up on his hand. “Can you blame me for defiling you in a church?"

You blush then, the pink tinge climbing your cheeks because he’d made you come on his fingers on that pew, it had been embarrassingly easy because you’d gotten off on the deviance of it all.

“You look tired.” You say quietly as you settle yourself on the bench. “How are the depositions going?”

“Monotonous.” He tells you with a weary smile. “I feel like it’s taken ten years off my life.”

“Do you need me to come home?” You ask him, the concern evident in your features. “I’m sure there’s a flight I could grab…”

The fact you’re willing to cut this trip short if he needs it, it speaks volumes about your headspace about the relationship, just like your actions have. He can’t ask you to return to him, not when you’re doing such excellent work out there, not when you’re having so much fun.

“No baby girl, don’t come back until you’re ready.” He murmurs before he props his phone up against the salt shaker. “Now tell me more about your travels.”

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theghostofashton · 8 days ago

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music monday

thank you @tellmegoodbye @carlossreaders @nisbanisba for the tags!!

one of my favorite bands dropped an album of vault tracks a few days ago, and there are a couple that scream tarlos to me

two flowers (dyed gold 2008)

Two flowers in the wind Are falling But never touch the ground The promises with no ends Spoken A swear without a sound I, I can't stop I can't stop loving you I, I won't stop I won't stop loving you

the production on this one, the atmosphere is so all-encompassing, very much feels like something that they would dance to as husbands, eyes closed, breathing each other in

colored in blue (dyed yellow 2021)

Everywhere I go is colored in blue Guess it might be my point of view Everything I see reminds me of you Of you, of you, of you How come every single thing I own My shadow, this bedpost, these photos They all remind me of you Of you, of you, of you

this feels like carlos after the breakup, struggling with how much tk means to him and also how hurt he is

gonna tag @paperstorm @reyesstrand @heartstringsduet @eclectic-sassycoweyes @lonestardust and leave an open tag for anyone who wants to share!

#tag game #music monday

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maggyme13 · 5 months ago

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Moving above the Underground (9/?)

Ellie just moved into a new flat. Introducing herself to her downstairs neighbor with a cake she did not realize what the future held for her and him. And what had an asshole coworker to do with it?

AN: welcome welcome to a new chapter :P Sorry for the delay. Life is hell atm

Don´t like-> Don´t Read, Minors DNI

Warning: angst, abuse /torture

Wordcount: around 2.4k

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Ellie hadn´t felt that recovered since the guest had come to visit but there was no time to relax if she wanted to finish the order in time for his departure.

And so she had been in her small workshop since her early-rising husband had left to do whatever Mr. Silver had ordered him to do that day preparing cherry and burly maple wood for the first orders she had to make. At some point, Tucker had appeared with some food but being in a flow she had skipped lunch and continued working until she was startled by someone hugging her from behind. Someone smaller than her husband.

“Your cake was as delicious as always.”, Alejandro grinned, “Saw Boss eat two pieces. So what are you doing all alone down here? Did the boss give you trouble so you have to skip eating?”

“You scared me.”, Ellie sighed, her heart still stumbling over itself from being startled, “What can I do for you? Hiding from responsibilities?”

“Sorry about that! I just wanted to see how you are doing. Sy mentioned you were stressed. So what are you creating now?”

“Two jewelry boxes and a fitting bureau.”, she answered stretching her back in the process.

“You know, if you ever feel bored, my Office at the Wonderland could need an overhaul. Reminds me too much of the old one in charge.”

“Ask me in a month or so. I have my work cut out until the guest leaves. I have to build three bars like the one we added to his suit, a new office table and a minibar like Mr Silver has in his office.”

“That´s why are you not eating? You know your body needs fuel to function.”, the man asked with a worried look, he had noticed the ice-cold and untouched food standing on her little break table.

“No. I lost track of time. Guess I should go to the kitchen and get something to eat though.”, she frowned, not at all happy she had to leave her little paradise.

“I brought some cake. It´s not as good as yours, but better than nothing I guess. I also have some fresh hot tea and coffee. If you want.”, Alejandro wiggled his eyebrows, earning himself a small laugh from Ellie.

“Why not? Grab yourself a seat, and if you have time afterward you can help me with some heavy lifting. I need to calibrate the tabletop and get the slaps for the bar backgrounds from the bottom of the piles over there. Only if you want to of course.”

“My muscles are your muscles.”, he winked.

The following three hours or so Alejandro spent helping his best friend's wife all the while peppering her with questions both about herself and about the work she was doing. It fascinated him how one could use a dead tree and turn it into all kinds of things that were not limited to firewood.

“Sy hit the Jackpot with you. You cook, are easy on the eyes, and are not afraid to work. Maybe I should try to find me a woman in the trades as well- what about that girl you were at the Wonderland with those two times… What was her name? Jacky?”

“Well, she moved to Sweden for work.”, Ellie mumbled, not daring to add also that she would never want her friend to be pulled into the darkness as well. She had to go low contact after being given to Sy as a wife. At least she had managed to talk him into allowing her to contact her friend once in a while. As to not cause suspicion.

“Weren´t you supposed to finish the Guestlist for the upcoming event at the Wonderland?”, Sy´s deep voice rumbled from the door.

“Why, jealous I spent some time with your Wife and helped her with my muscles?”, Alejandro joked but held up his arms in surrender when his friend sent him a glare, “Well, guess I will leave and do my boring job. A pleasure as always Ellie.”

“I- He said he had nothing to do, I -”, the woman whispered, as if she was scared she had done something to anger the man standing there.

“You did nothing wrong. Come on. I need you to wash up and get dressed in something casual but presentable.”, Sy sighed, the last thing he wanted was to stress her out even more than she already was. Not when he had to tell her he was to leave on a work-related trip for at least two weeks and she had to stay at the villa. Alone.

“Where are we going?”, she wondered when he guided her to his car in the garage an hour later.

“I booked us a table at an Asian restaurant. Hope you are still hungry. Noticed you did not eat the food Tucker brought you.”

“Sorry- I know I need to eat.”

“Good. Now enjoy your food.”, he hummed, the entree had just been served.

“You know, this is the first time we go out to eat. It- it is like the first date we never had.”, Ellie whispered when they both were finished with their main courses.

“Looks like it.”, he mumbled, only then realizing she was right, “A second one will need to wait though I fear. Have to leave for two to three weeks for work. You are going to stay at the villa and finish your work. I´ll have to take most of my men with me. So if you need help you will need to ask Alejandro again.”

“Oh, Okay. Thank you for telling me, I- how...”, she stumbled over her words, a slight fear growing in her heart, what if she did something wrong?

“No need for fear. Just act the same way you do when I am around. No one should bother you about anything apart from some small repairs. I can tell the kitchen to bring you food to our room if you are not comfortable with eating with everyone else while I am gone.”

And that was what she did.

Each morning she was up at seven am, got herself a prepared breakfast tray with a thermos flak with some tea, left for her workshop where she would work on the orders until lunchtime rolled around and eat the packed luncheon that had been on the tray in the morning. Then after a break of around an hour, Ellie continued with either the started projects or planned upcoming ones and/or ordered Parts and materials before preparing the workshop for the next day, cleaning up, and leaving to return to their room with a quick stop at the kitchen where she would switch her morning tray with a dinner one she would place outside their room after finishing. After Dinner, a hot shower waited for her and then she tried to relax before going to sleep and starting the whole circle the next morning again.

Until that circle was broken two days before Sy was supposed to be back. Ellie was just planning a slap of Canadian Maple when a giant hand got a hold of her shoulder while another turned off the plane causing the wood to get stuck and ruined.

“Why-”, she turned around to the owner of the hand and froze. Her frustration and confusion about the slap were immediately forgotten. Behind her, the man who had searched her the day of her marriage stood with a dark glint in his eyes.

“Times up Bitch.”, and with these words he slung her over his shoulder and left her workshop. Confused, and honestly scared, she did neither scream nor struggle. Only when they walked past Alejandro, whose eyes turned big but could not intervene cause the giant growled a “Bosses orders”, did she let out a short whine.

“Take a seat.”, he laughed just when she was thrown onto an old wooden chair, “Welcome to your new home.” Her arms and legs were bound to the armrests and in the end, only her head could be moved.

“Now you will answer some questions I have. And please try and lie. I wanted to have some fun since the day in the office, but Captain stole that from me.”, he breathed in her face, head tilting from left and right and back left with a sinister grin in his eyes and mouth.

“I -I won´t lie.”, she answered, her eyes not focusing on his face afraid of what they would see.

“We´ll see about that. Now, please tell me who you are.”

“Ellie Syverson. B-born Miller.” “What is your profession Ms Miller?”, he continued, using her Maiden name to play her subconsciousness into a fright response. Not that it was needed, his presence alone was doing that just fine.

“I am a skilled Woodworker, a- and working f-for Mr Silver.”

“And? What else do you do Ms Miller?”

She frowned upon that question. What was he playing at?

“N-nothing, Sir.”

*BAM* her head painfully turned to the left. He had just slapped her with a lot of strength.

“Who else do you work for?”

“N-no one. I am do-doing some woodwork for t-the VIP, b-but that was in Mr Silvers o-order.”, she flinched. Her ears still rang from the impact and stars flowered before her eyes.

This time she was punched in the stomach and bile immediately rose in her throat.

“You know, I believed you were smarter than lying to me. But it seems your Husband was too lax on you and did not teach you proper respect.” Another punch in her gut followed, “Now, I will leave you some time to think and then I am sure you will tell me the truth. Or I will have some more fun.”

Total darkness surrounded her once the man had left. Darkness that only seemed to make the pain worse.

Ellie was sure she had never felt pain like that before, but she soon learned that it could be much worse: Three times he returned with the same questions, and three times he left with her in worse and worse pain. Dried blood covered her face and neck from the cuts and broken nose he had left. Her wrists and ankles were sore from where the ropes cut into them, and her shoulder was at least bruised from where she had landed on it that one time he had slapped her so hard the chair had toppled over. But as it did so, the woodworker realized one thing: it was old and not well maintained. The joinery of the armrests was loose and could break any day now. Knowing she still had her screwdrivers, folding rule, and punch in her trousers, Ellie began to wriggle and move her right arm to get the joinery to give up totally. And after a lot of effort, it did. Now able to more or less freely move her right arm and hand, she managed to get a hold of her tools and began freeing herself.

A short painful laugh of irony left her throat. Her escaping could have been avoided if they had given her the chair to repair. Now she would at least die fighting. At least like that the pain and fear of what would happen would stop.

Curled up in the farthest corner she could reach in total darkness she waited for her fate to step through the door.

The loud echo of a door slamming against old stone walls pulled her out of the exhausted rest that had taken over. A huge dark silhouette stood in the doorway. A silhouette she realized a moment later was her husband. A husband Ellie just threw herself at another moment later, her body shaking from the relieved sobs, seeking his warmth and comfort.

“Let´s get you back to our room.”, he rumbled not doing anything until he felt her nod against his chest. Only then did he lift his wife into his bridal style and carry her through hallways and upstairs until he stepped into their bathroom.

“Allow me to help.”, he hummed hoping she would not push him away for failing to protect her, but he would understand and accept it. No matter how painful that would be for him. Again she only gave a short nod against his chest, got on one knee ( she sitting on it), and carefully and methodically removed her dirty work clothes. Purposefully not giving much attention to the state of her skin. His attention had to be solely on that task and not drifting away to plan revenge and pain. With her stripped, he shed his outer layers just enough to now cause discomfort to her when showering together and then stepped beneath the warm shower with her in his arms.

Sy used his larger frame to shield her sensitive and bruised skin from the pressure of the water, how little it might be, and gently soaped down her body and hair, being especially careful not to get soap into the open rashes where she must have been bound.

“I have to see if your stomach is only bruised or worse. This will hurt. I am sorry.”, he stated, he hat lifted Ellie´s face so he could see into her puffy, red, and tear-filled eyes. His heart broke seeing the pained and broken look in them.

“Okay.”, she whispered, knowing it was for the best, and if he knew how to do so, she would rather have him do it than some stranger (at a hospital). If she was honest, she only wanted to sleep and hopefully forget the pain. Jolts of pain went through her innards whenever his fingers pressed down on an area, and once or twice a hiss of that pain left her throat.

“Sorry.”, she whispered when he stopped for the tenth time because of her flinching or hissing.

“Don´t be. I have some ointment that will help with the bruises and tomorrow we leave and go home.”, he promised, his voice heavy with his pain and fury, “Would you like some painkillers?”

“Yes, please. W-will you stay with me?”

“If you want me to.”, he hummed glad that she could still seek comfort with him.

“Yes, please.”

“Then let´s get you dry, dressed, and settled to rest.”

Two hours later Ellie´s body had finally given in the exhaustion and she lay curled against his body, fists clenching his shirt with all her might, but still not looking at peace.

Rest for him, Sy knew, would only come once the bastard who did that got what he deserved and her body and mind was healed.

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swappingbryn · 2 years ago

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I had just closed the biggest deal of my career, high eight figures for my firm, partnership and a six figure bonus for me, and only a week before my wedding. I was the happiest man in the world. I had to go out and celebrate but my future husband was running late so I had to start alone.

I arrived at the club and was alone at the bar drinking. This guy walks over and starts hitting on me. I politely tell him I’m taken and not interested, he apologizes and we get to talking. He seems nice, he was a dancer at the club but they haven’t been scheduling him lately, so he’s taken to trying to find guys that want private dances. I remind him that I’m taken and he says he knows and that I just seem like a nice guy so he felt like he can be honest.

I offer to buy him a drink, so he motions to the bartender to send two drinks over. Whatever he ordered was really strong but good. I start to loosen up and talk more freely, telling him about myself, my promotion and upcoming marriage.

I get a text that my fiancé will be arriving soon, so I figure I can hangout with my new friend for a while. I refuse to buy a private dance, but accept his offer to dance on the stage with him. As time goes by I start taking off my suit jacket, then my tie, shirt, until I’m shirtless and he offers me a harness, his harness.

I lose track of time and never see my fiancé arrive and eventually leave, as I’m having too much fun. I wake up the next morning with a splitting headache, sleeping on a couch, with a smelly hat over my face. I get up and see I’m still wearing the harness, but also leather cuffs and pants. I look at my phone, which wasn’t MY phone, this was a cracked iPhone XS whereas I have a brand new iPhone 14 Pro Max, but it strangely opens without a problem. I see there are several missed calls, texts and that it’s 2:55PM. I walk into the bathroom and see this in the mirror.

I freak out, it’s my new friends face and body copying my moves. I look at the phone and see texts from my number:

“Hey Luke, we’ll I guess you’re Gus now, I’m sorry but I couldn’t resist. My life was going nowhere and with your promotion and bonus and cute boyfriend, I decided I wanted it. I hope you understand. Best of luck, Luke”

I tried to respond but I get an error “Contact with this subscriber is not allowed, please contact your carrier if you need assistance.” I tried to call and got the same message. I tried to call my fiancé but couldn’t remember his number, despite KNOWING I know it.

I decide to go to my office, but security won’t let me in, and when I resist they call the police. At the station, I see my body talking to the police, then I see my boyfriend come in and hug my body while glaring at me.

The police tell me I need to leave those guys alone and that they just reported me for stalking. My body smile menacingly at me before walking out the door. I decide to follow them, but when I go to my address, it’s the apartment I woke up in. That bastard is messing with my mind, taking my memories and replacing them so I can’t regain what’s mine.

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jonathanbyersphd · 10 months ago

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🥳 Will Byers 53rd BDay ficlet 🥳

Will can hear his husband rummaging through the hallway closet as pulls his jacket on. He wonders what he could possibly be searching for. Both of their umbrellas are by the door, he already gave him the new Princess Peach game as a birthday present this morning and he’s already wearing his jacket. Will checks his watch again, they’ve got seven minutes before they miss the train.

“Mike come on we're going to be late” Will calls.

“I'm looking for betrayal at the house on the hill, have you seen it?” Mike yells back.

“You seriously think Nancy's going to play board games?” he laughs.

“Well, it is her favorite brother-in-law’s birthday,” Mike argues.

Will is about to defend Holly’s husband but there’s a crash from the hallway before he can.

“Are you-”

“Found It”

Mike meets him in the foyer, wide grin spread on his face and a stack of board games in his hands. Will smiles in spite of himself.

“Besides, Jonathan and Matty definitely will ” He declares before giving Will a quick kiss.

“I thought Matty couldn't make it?” Will asks.

“No, Sammy can't. Midterms. Geez old man keep track of your kids” Mike teases, packing the games into a bag.

“Haha very funny”

“Don’t worry no matter how old you get I'll still love you” he promises with another kiss.

“Remind me again why they can't come to dinner here?” Will sighs, and he swears Mike’s smile fades for the briefest second.

“When in the last twenty years have those two ever come to Brooklyn?” Mike complains with an eyeroll

“They used to for the kids birthdays” Will reminds

“And we were pushing our luck then, Babe” He contends.

“I'm just saying we could stay in, get pizza, crush you in Mario Kart” Will shrugs checking his pocket for his keys one last time.

“If that's really what you want I can text the group chat” Mike offers quietly.

When he turns around, he can tell that Mike doesn’t love the idea and he tries not to feel too guilty about not wanting to go into Manhattan in the rain.

“But Nancy already picked up your cake” Mike entices

Ok, so maybe he’s been thinking about a double chocolate all week but he’s sure they have the ingredients in the kitchen.

“And Jonathan's making lasagna” Mike coaxes.

And sure, no one can replicate Karen’s lasagna recipe like his brother can but pizza is fine.

“Let me guess, Matt’s already there?” Will questions hesitantly, not wanting the answer.

“Yea, but he's spending the weekend. So that's not a big deal” Mike shrugs, and Will’s surprised that he’s coming around.

“Jordan did fly in from L.A. though” Mike admits.

“Just for my birthday???”

“It's a family thing you know how she is with family things and you're her favorite uncle” Mike grins.

“Bull”

“Look, whatever you wanna do it’s fine. We just better decide before it starts pouring” Mike encourages.

Will can tell he’s not telling the full truth. He’s not sure why their niece would fly in for such an unremarkable birthday. But, he would feel a little bad if she wasted the trip. Not to mention that changing the plans means Matt drove into Manhattan from Burlington for no reason. And as much as he wants to stay in he’d feel way too guilty about doing that to his kid.

“Let’s go” he resigns.

Half an hour, one horrible subway ride, and a short walk in the rain later they're standing on the porch in Greenwich Village and Mike is frantically texting.

“Just ring the bell” Will admonishes right as the front door swings open.

“Hey Buddy, happy birthday” Jonathan greets with a hug. Practically pulling them into the house.

They quickly take off their coats and shoes.

“After you birthday boy” Mike insists cheekily and Will rolls his eyes but leads the way up the stairs.

When they reach the kitchen, the lights are completely out and before he can say anything someone flips a switch illuminating the room. Noisemakers and shouts of ‘surprise’ fill the room. He barely registers that Sam is there before El excitedly pulls him into a hug and Dustin, Lucas and Max quickly follow suit. He tries to ignore the tears forming in the corners of his eyes.

“What are you guys doing here?” Will beams with only a couple sniffles.

“We heard there was a party” Lucas jokes.

Before Will can joke back about coming all the way from Chicago for some cake. Matty and Dylan start a spirited, if off-key, rendition of Happy Birthday with his fire-hazard of a cake in hand.

“You going to be able to get all those” Jonathan teases from behind his camera as Will takes a deep breath to blow them out.

Somehow, he gets all fifty-three candles in one go and Nancy swiftly takes the cake away to cut slices at the kitchen table with Jordan. Sammy crosses the room and gives him a tight hug. Will doesn’t even think to chastise him for not being at school.

“I can’t believe you did all this” Will smiles.

“Yea well, it’s not everyday you turn fifty-three” Mike jokes as he places a birthday hat on Will’s head and hands another one to Sam.

He chases down Matt to give him a matching one and Jonathan takes their picture. The four of them must look ridiculous but he’s so happy to be with their family he doesn’t care too much.For the tiniest second, Will worries that there’s no way he’s going to be able to match this surprise for Mike’s birthday. But Mike tenderly squeezes his shoulder and the feeling is gone just as quickly as it came.

“What’d you wish for?” Mike asks once Jonathan finishes his photoshoot.

“Nothing, I don’t need anything else, this is perfect. Thank you” Will admits quietly, trying not to get over-emotional.

“It’s nothing really, just a couple phone calls” Mike shrugs.

“I’m impressed you kept the secret” Will commends.

“The things we do for love” he responds, dramatically.

“I love you” Will responds leaning in for a kiss.

“But I’m still gonna crush you at Mario Kart” he taunts and Mike laughs.

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lemoncrushh · 7 months ago

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Too Far From Texas | Chapter Three

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I always said if only I could be a morning person, my life would be so much easier. I just never understood those people who could pop out of bed the moment they woke up, all ready and eager to start the day. I felt like there was an elephant sitting on my head for at least ten minutes before I even opened my eyes. Then I needed coffee pronto or someone was getting their head pecked off if they dared to speak to me.

Friday mornings were the worst because I had to get Emery to school early for Spirit Squad. So much for TGIF. This particular Friday was also one where my ex-husband had the girls. We had a strange custody arrangement that was decided in our divorce decree. Very complicated, but after two years, we’d gotten the hang of it.

“Mommy,” Emery piped up when we were stopped at a light. “Is this your favorite song?”

“Hmm?” I sounded.

We were listening to Harry’s CD, the new one that he’d sent. I’d had it in my car since Tuesday when I’d taken Emery to gymnastics and hadn’t bothered to take it out. The truth was, I was enamored with it. I loved every track on it. It had been on repeat for three days now, and I’d come to know most of the lyrics. The particular song that was playing was certainly one of my favorites on the album, a piano ballad.

“Yeah, I like this one a lot,” I grinned at her.

“I thought so,” she sat back, proud of herself for guessing correctly.

“Which one’s your favorite?” I asked her.

She shrugged. “I don’t know yet. I like all of ‘em.”

“Good answer,” I nodded.

I turned onto the next street, singing softly along to Harry’s voice. I liked his voice. A lot. More than I probably should. And it wasn’t just his singing voice. I still got chills when I thought of how he said my name.

I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about him since that night. It had only been a few days since he’d left Houston. And I kept reminding myself that I’d probably never see him again. But his face was stamped in my brain. Especially the look on it when he’d stood in my daughter’s doorway while she had a seizure. And his kind voice when he’d handed me a towel afterwards. He’d shown concern but also had a calmness about him which put me at ease. More than anything, though, I remembered how soft his lips felt against mine.

“Reagan!” Emery shouted out the window that I hadn’t even realized she’d rolled down, making me blink and push on the break a little too hard as I pulled up to the curb in front of her school.

“Have a good day, sweetheart,” I yawned, leaning over to give her a quick kiss.

“Bye, Mommy.” Emery grabbed her backpack and hurried out of the car to meet up with her friend.

As I drove away, letting Harry’s voice enrapture me once again, my phone buzzed in the console between the seats. I frowned when I realized it was a text from Tod.

I won’t be able to come get the girls until 7.

I scoffed, turning out of the parking lot. I waited until I was closer to work at a red light to respond.

Why?

I have a make up lesson at 6.

I rolled my eyes as I continued driving. When I got to work and parked, I angrily texted him back.

You’re supposed to be here at 6. That was the agreement.

I know that but it was the only time I could schedule the lesson.

Part of me wanted to just call him instead of text, but I hated talking to him. At least in text, I could say what I wanted without hearing his condescending tone.

You know your kids are supposed to come first. You need to schedule your lessons around your time with them.

It’s one lesson Stacey. I’m not giving up the whole weekend. I’ll leave the house at 7 and be at your place by 7:20.

I gritted my teeth and sighed.

Fine.

Turning off my phone and pulling the key out of the ignition, I threw my bag over my shoulder and headed into work. I didn’t realize I had a sour look on my face until Rachel, our receptionist, eyed me funny and asked if I was okay.

“I’m fine, thanks,” I gave her a tight smile as I walked past her and down the hall.

“It’ll be okay,” she called after me. “It’s Friday!”

I groaned when I reached my office and dropped my bag on the floor next to my chair. I hated him. Even after two years of being divorced from Tod, I still despised everything about him. No, one more hour wasn’t a huge deal. It was the principle. Just like when we were married, he always got to do whatever he wanted to do. Whatever he said was gospel and everybody else had to go along with it. Even in an argument or debate, he’d been so convincing with his point of view that I would finally give in, resolved that he was right, and I was wrong. Other than one time that was still vivid in my mind when he got angry and slammed a kitchen drawer shut, breaking it off the hinges and frightening me so much I was afraid he would hit me, he never apologized for anything.

After turning on my computer, I made my way down the hall to the break room to grab some more coffee since the cup I’d had that morning hadn’t done the trick. Lorelei had already beat me there and she was stirring her cup with one of those little red straws.

“Morning,” I mumbled.

“It is indeed,” she said, tossing her straw in the trash can. “But I noticed you didn’t throw in good at the beginning.”

I made a sound under my breath as I reached for my favorite mug in the cupboard.

“Something happen?” Lorelei inquired. “Jaz didn’t have another seizure, did she?”

“No,” I replied, pouring my coffee. “Just the usual. I’m tired and men with three letter names piss me off.”

Lorelei chuckled. “Good thing Harry Styles doesn’t fall into that category.”

I raised a brow, slightly shocked by the mention of his name. “What made you think of him?”

She shrugged. “Maybe it’s because you haven’t said a thing about him since Tuesday when I asked how the date went, and you were very vague. Or maybe it’s because you still have the flowers, he sent you on your desk after four days.”

“They’re pretty,” I commented. “And they smell good.”

“They’re wilting.”

I narrowed my eyes at her. “How long do you keep flowers?”

“Three days, tops.”

I shook my head and walked around her to the fridge. “Seems like a waste.”

“They are a waste,” Lorelei remarked. “The entire floral industry is a waste of money. That’s why I always tell a man not to buy them for me for special occasions. Give me perfume or jewelry. If I have a man around the time of special occasions, that is…”

“I’m sorry, did you have a point?” I shot at her, opening a container of Yoplait.

“Have you heard from him?” she finally asked.

“Who?” I popped a spoonful of yogurt in my mouth.

“Harry!”

I shook my head. “No. And I don’t expect to.”

“Why not?”

Just then Terrance and Josh walked into the break room. Lorelei and I both greeted them with a “good morning”. As they were pouring their coffee, I could tell Lorelei was antsy to get back to the conversation. I gestured toward the doorway with my head and she followed me to my office.

“What exactly happened after I left?” she asked as soon as I was behind my desk.

“Nothing,” I replied, sitting in my chair. “We ate pizza and drank wine and talked.”

“Oh. Well that’s sweet. Did he kiss you goodnight?”

I smirked and rolled my eyes. “Yes.”

“Aha!”

“What is aha? We kissed. It doesn’t mean anything.”

“Did he tell you he’d call?” Lorelei asked.

“Not really. He just texted me later and said he had a good time.”

“See? That’s promising!”

I scoffed, pushing my chair closer to my desk. “You’ve written too much fluffy romance.”

“Um...excuse me?” she raised a brow. “With whom did I just write this fluffy romance?”

I pursed my lips, resting my elbows on either side of my keyboard.

“Can we end this conversation, please?”

“Fine,” Lorelei threw up her hands. “But I’m willing to bet he’s gonna call you.”

“How much?” I asked when she reached the door.

“How much what?”

“How much are you willing to bet?”

Lorelei allowed the idea to roll around in her brain for a moment before a wide grin spread across her face.

“Alright,” she quipped, tossing her blonde locks off her shoulder, “If he doesn’t call you by Monday, I’ll take you to that sushi place you like.”

I chuckled. Lorelei hated raw fish. “And if he does?”

“You have to take me to Tamale Juan’s.”

I furrowed my brows in confusion. “That’s not really an even bet. I like Mexican food.”

“Yeah, but I get to order anything I want. And they have those big, tall $10 margaritas.”

I rolled my eyes. “Fine.”

The girls and I were in the middle of dinner when the doorbell rang.

“Daddy’s here!” exclaimed Emery, rising from her chair.

Normally, I would have scolded her for getting up before we were finished, but knowing it was Tod, I let her answer the door so I wouldn’t have to. I heard her welcome him in as he asked her how her week had been.

“Emery,” I called her. “Come finish your food.”

Tod scoffed as he stepped closer to the dining table. “Stacey, why are they eating now? I was gonna take them to Cheddar’s.”

“So, you didn’t tell me that,” I glared at him.

“I shouldn’t have to. It’s my night with them. You never feed them before I get here.”

I dropped my fork on my plate. “That was when you would get here at 6. It’s nearly 7:30 now. If they waited to go out for dinner, they’d be starving.”

“Stacey-” Tod began.

“Aw, I wanna go to Cheddar’s!” Emery whined. “They have the fishies!”

“Emery, sit down!” I demanded.

She pouted and sat in her chair on her leg, resting her chin on her fist. Jasmine made a face and flapped her hands, showing she was uncomfortable with the loud voices.

“I can’t believe you,” Tod shook his head.

I gave him a go to hell look. “We’ll be done in a few minutes.”

Tod turned toward the living room and sat on the sofa with a sigh. I poked Emery in the shoulder and pointed at her plate to get her to finish her dinner. When it was clear she was going to just pick at it to spite me, I told her she was excused and to gather her toys she wanted to take to her dad’s.

After bringing our dishes to the sink, I grabbed the overnight bag that I’d already packed with the girls’ clothes, handing it to Tod. He took it from me with pursed lips, throwing it over his shoulder.

“I wish I coulda gone to Cheddar’s,” Emery pouted again, her bag of toys in one hand, her iPad in the other.

“Maybe your daddy can take you tomorrow,” I said, not bothering to look at Tod.

Just then, my ringtone startled me. For a moment, I forgot where I’d even put my phone until I followed the sound to the kitchen counter. My jaw dropped and my eyes widened when I picked it up and saw Harry’s name displayed. Not wanting it to go to voicemail, I quickly answered it.

“Hello?”

“Stacey?” I immediately melted when his low, raspy voice said my name. I felt my cheeks go pink as a stupid, tiny giggle escaped my throat.

“Hi there,” I muttered softly, trying not to sound too eager.

“Hi. How are you?”

“I’m...I’m okay.” I looked up to see Tod standing near the door, a look of impatience on his face and his body language revealing the same. “Um...could you hold on for a minute?”

“Sure,” said Harry.

“It’s just...my kids are about to leave for the weekend, and I need to say my goodbyes,” I explained.

“Oh, I can let you go-”

“No, it’s okay,” I interrupted. “I’ll be right back.”

I set the phone down and hurried back to the living room, giving Jasmine a big hug.

“Have a good weekend, sweet girl. I’ll see you Sunday night,” I told her. Then I did the same with Emery who held on a little tighter, something that was part of her nature, but I still believed was due to the divorce as well.

Once Tod declared he’d bring them back at 6 on Sunday, I shut the door behind him and rushed back to the phone.

“Hey, sorry about that.”

“No worries,” Harry said. “How are your kids?”

“They’re fine, thanks.”

“Good. Everything alright with Jasmine?”

I smiled that he remembered her name, and also at his concern. “Yeah, she’s doing great.”

“Glad to hear it.”

“What about you?” I inquired. “How’s your week been?”

I felt a little odd making small talk, asking someone who no doubt had ten times a more exciting life than I did.

“Really busy,” he replied with a quick chuckle. “I’m in Dallas now. Just finished my last interview. Then tomorrow I’m leaving for St. Louis.”

“Oh, I’ve always wanted to go to St. Louis,” I commented. “I bet the weather is so much nicer than Texas.”

“It’s nice, yeah,” said Harry. “Although I probably won’t have much of a chance to enjoy it. I’ll be inside mostly.”

“Oh.” A sudden giggle rose from my throat.

“What?” Harry sounded, leaving off the T again.

“Listen to us, talking about the weather,” I snickered.

“You don’t wanna talk about the weather?”

“Harry, you’ve seen me at my lowest. I think we’re beyond the chit chat, don’t you?” I ran a hand through my hair as I crossed the living room and sat on the sofa.

“I guess you’re right,” he said with a smile in his voice. “Have you had a chance to listen to the album yet?”

“Oh, yes, the girls love it!” I exclaimed. “I pop in one copy in the evenings when we’re getting ready for bed. Jasmine has a smile on her face the whole time. And Emery dances around until I make her get in the shower. Then the other copy is in my car. Emery and I were just listening to it this morning on the way to school. I think she knows all the words already.”

“That’s great,” Harry remarked. “But what do you think of it, Stacey?”

“Me?”

“Yes, you,” he said, his voice low. “I wanna know your opinion.”

I sucked in my lips, exhaling out of my nose. “Um...sorry. I guess I’m still in mom mode.”

“That’s understandable.”

“I really love it,” I declared.

“Yeah?”

“Mmm hmm,” I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me. “Every song is great. I enjoyed all of your stuff with One Direction, but this…”

My words trailed off as I brought my foot up on the couch and hugged my knee. I heard Harry chuckle.

“Keep going.”

“This is special, Harry. I know we just met, but I feel like I know you a little better just from the music. It feels personal, like you’re giving your fans a glimpse of the real you. Musically, the songs are very eclectic, but I feel like there’s an underlying theme.”

Harry was silent for a moment while I waited for his response. I swallowed hard, hoping I hadn’t said anything out of line or stupid. Finally, I heard him sigh.

“That means a lot to me, Stacey,” he said.

“It does?”

“More than you’ll ever know.”

Side stepping his remark, I started blubbering. “Sometimes I go on and on about music because I feel like I know a lot. But sometimes it might sound like bullshit. I probably don’t know as much as I claim to, and I use big words to sound smart. So, forgive me if I-”

“Stacey,” Harry interrupted.

“What?”

“I asked for your opinion. And I appreciate it.”

“Okay,” I muttered.

“And you didn’t sound stupid. It was lovely. So thank you.”

I grinned. “You’re welcome.”

Harry made a cute, contended sound before continuing. “So what are your plans for this evening?”

“Uh…” I looked around the empty apartment. “You know, the usual. Dinner with Oprah. Then some red-carpet thing. Some Angelina Jolie movie I think. But I think I might skip out early for drinks with Leonardo DiCaprio.”

Harry’s laugh rang in my ears.

“I know I shouldn’t,” I continued, happy he thought my joke was funny, “but he’s been bugging me and won’t take no for an answer.”

“How many times have you turned him down?” Harry asked, playing along.

“At least half a dozen,” I replied. “But you know, I’m so hard to resist.”

“Can’t argue with you there,” said Harry.

I giggled, biting my bottom lip. I knew it was just a response to my sarcasm, but it still made me light up like a Christmas tree.

“Okay, so I’m not doing anything,” I admitted. “The only plans I had involved wine and something on the DVR.”

“Well, I don’t wanna bother you.”

“Please,” I rolled my eyes. “Nothing about you bothers me.”

Harry made that little sound again, which was almost undetectable, but I made a mental note of it.

“That’s a nice thing to say.”

I shrugged. “It’s true. I’m actually…”

“You’re actually what?”

“I’m um...actually kinda surprised you called. I wasn’t expecting you to.”

“Why not?” he inquired.

“I don’t know…” I pulled on a thread in the hole of my jeans. “I just knew you were busy. And I’m just some random woman you bumped into at Starbucks.”

“I don’t think you’re some random woman, Stacey.”

“You don’t?” Good god, was I blushing again?

“Nope. I think you’re pretty incredible, actually. And you have amazing lips.”

“Oh my god,” I blurted out, quickly covering my mouth with my fingers. I wanted to kick myself for my immature reaction.

“What?” chuckled Harry. “Please tell me I’m not the only one who keeps thinking about that kiss.”

“You do?” I managed to ask in a breathy voice.

“Mmm,” Harry sounded his confirmation.

“Well, that’s a relief,” I said. “‘Cause I’ve been thinking about it too. I was hoping it wasn’t just the wine.”

Harry let out a deep, sexy laugh then. Not even a laugh really...more like...oh, who knows, but it was sexy, and I literally had to adjust my position on the sofa.

“Ah, Stacey,” I heard him sigh.

“Yes?” I asked, dragging out the word in a teasing tone.

“I um…” he paused. “I really hope I get to see you again.”

It was my turn to make that contended sound. This boy definitely had some major effect on me. Maybe that was just it. He was a boy. Okay, he might have been older than just a boy, technically he was a man. But I hadn’t talked to a guy on the phone like this since I’d met Tod. I felt young and giddy and...happy.

“I guess we’ll just have to make that happen,” I replied.

“Good,” remarked Harry. “I’m already looking forward to it.”

“What about you?” I asked him. “It’s early on a Friday evening. Why aren’t you out on the town?”

“Because I’m exhausted,” he chuckled. “I’ve been awake since 4AM and doing promo all day.”

“Oh,” I said a little shyly. “But you still wanted to talk to me?”

“Yeah, I figured if I couldn’t kiss those lips again, I could at least listen to the voice that comes from them.”

I burst out laughing. “Stop.”

“Did I go too far?” Harry snickered.

“Just a smidgen,” I giggled.

“Smidgen,” Harry mocked. “That’s a cute word, I’m gonna use that.”

“Are you making fun of me?” I quipped.

“Not at all, love. You just seemed a little stiff and nervous, so I wanted to lighten the mood.”

“I do?”

“Just a smidgen.”

“Harry…”

He laughed louder, and I soon followed. I could tell my face had to be beet red, and I was grateful he couldn’t see.

“Told ya I was gonna use it,” he teased.

“Touche.” I cleared my throat. “Sorry I was being dull.”

“No, no, Stacey, that’s not what I meant, love,” said Harry. “I just remember sitting next to you on your sofa talking and drinking wine. And then that memorable kiss goodnight. But tonight, you seemed nervous to talk to me. I don’t want you to be.”

I exhaled slowly, running a hand through my hair.

“Sorry,” I said again. “I guess I’m not used to this.”

“Used to what? Talking?”

I scoffed and shook my head, biting my lip. “No. Just...ugh, nothing. I like you. I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“I like you, too,” Harry declared. “And that’s all we need to know.”

“Okay,” I voiced softly.

“So...I was thinking about our conversation the other night,” Harry commented.

“You were?”

“Yeah. I was thinking about how you said it was your dream to be a singer. What stopped you?”

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Grabbing a nearby pillow, I laid it in my lap.

“Life happened,” I muttered. “I moved in with Tod...that’s my ex-husband...after only a month of dating. Less than a year later I got pregnant with Jasmine. Everything moved pretty fast.”

“You never thought about trying for it again?”

“To be a singer?” I half laughed. “No. It seems silly now.”

“Why?”

“Because...I’m forty. My chance has been long passed. Plus, I don’t really think I’m as good as I used to think I was.”

“Why would you say that?” asked Harry.

“Well...it’s like with Tod. He’s a musician. He would tell me I’m good, but he never really encouraged me. He would just say stuff like I needed to do it on my own, it wasn’t his job. Which I get...but it also made me feel a little less confident. He was in a band for years and never, not once, asked me to get up on stage and sing with them. So over time I started thinking that maybe I’m not that good, and he’s ashamed of me.”

“Stacey…”

“Ugh!” I groaned, tossing the pillow aside. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have brought that up. It’s depressing me, even now.”

“I’m sorry, Stacey,” Harry said softly.

“I know it’s not his fault. If I’d had the courage, I could have tried. I just would have liked a little push is all.”

“I understand,” he conveyed. “Who’s your favorite singer?”

I sighed. “I have lots of favorites, but my idol is Stevie Nicks.”

“I love her. She’s amazing.”

I felt my mouth stretch into a huge smile. I always got so happy to hear someone else say they loved Stevie.

“I’ve been a fan of hers for a long time,” I admitted.

“Have you ever seen her live?” Harry inquired.

“Many times. Several times solo, and a couple times with Fleetwood Mac. But it’s been a while. I haven’t been to a concert since...well, since my divorce. I miss going. Nothing like a live show.”

“I’d love to hear you sing,” Harry stated out of the blue.

I laughed nervously. “Seriously?”

“Sure, let’s hear it. Sing some Stevie.”

“Oh, no!” I shook my head. “No way.”

“Why not?” he asked with a chuckle.

“For one thing, I’m not prepared.”

“Who says you have to be prepared?” Harry quipped.

“I do,” I replied.

“Alright then,” he said. “How about next time?”

“Next time?” I literally felt my heart flutter in my chest.

“Yeah, next time we talk. Sing for me.”

“Harry…”

“Stacey…” he mimicked in the same tone. It made me giggle.

“Fine. It’s a deal.”

“Good.”

I heard Harry clear his throat, followed by a rustling sound. Not quite wanting the conversation to end, but also feeling a little awkward by the pause, I stood up and headed back to the kitchen.

“So, I’m reading your book again,” Harry confessed when I put him on speaker and I poured myself a glass of wine.

“What?” I exclaimed. “You are not!”

“Well, maybe not reading. I’m skipping around to some of my favorite parts.”

“Why?” I grabbed my wine and some cheese and made my way back to the living room.

“Because I like it. It’s good.”

“Thanks.”

“Plus the first time I read it I thought Gavin was kind of a wanker. But reading some of it again, I can see how he might have come off that way, but it’s not entirely his fault.”

“It’s Melissa’s fault?”

“Not her fault he’s a wanker, no,” Harry chuckled. “But some of his reactions and phrases were harsh I think because she started off as very abrasive.”

“She had to be,” I remarked. “She was in a big city she’d never been to before, looking for her brother. She finally thought she’d tracked him down, only to find some jerk was living in his apartment. In a way, even though she’d never met her brother, she was already protective of him and his belongings.”

“Melissa turned the corner to find Gavin standing at the end of the hall, only the dim lamp on his desk in his room shedding light on him, casting a shadow on the hardwood floor,” Harry read. “‘Holy shit, you scared me!’” exclaimed Melissa, her heart beating in her chest as she covered it with her hand. “‘Sorry,’” Gavin muttered sarcastically. Melissa knew he wasn’t. Not the least bit. Since she’d been staying in that tiny apartment with Gavin, he’d been nothing short of unbearable to be around. So what if he’d been subletting her brother’s apartment? It wasn’t like he owned the place. He just liked to act like he did.”

I shook my head. “I can’t believe you’re quoting my book to me.”

“I told you, I like it,” declared Harry. “That part right there...the first time I read it I agreed with Melissa. Gavin was being unbearable. But…”

“Oh great, I love a good but!” I chortled.

Harry laughed. “As I was reading it again, I got to thinking, no it doesn’t matter that it was her brother’s apartment. Gavin lived there. He didn’t know the bloke he was subletting it from had a sister and she’d be showing up one day to claim it. He had every right to be vigilant.”

“You’re probably right,” I said.

“I’m sorry,” Harry apologized. “I don’t mean to tell you how the book shoulda been written.”

“No, you’re not!” I shook my head, biting into a piece of cheese. “Like I said, I think readers can take their own interpretations. I’m honestly just flattered that you even read it, let alone have an opinion.”

“Okay, good.” I heard the sound of the hardback book shutting and I found myself wondering if he was sitting on a hotel bed with my book in his hand. “So that book signing where we met. Will you be doing more of those?”

“Actually, yeah,” I replied. “Lorelei thought it would be a good idea to have a book tour. We’re going to San Antonio in a few days. Then maybe Austin and Dallas. If things go well, we might venture outside of Texas.”

“That’s great,” Harry commented. “I’m happy for you, love.”

“Thank you.”

“Maybe if we happen to be in the same city again, we can meet?”

I let out a half ha. “I doubt we will be, but sure.”

“You never know…”

I smiled at Harry’s optimism. I didn’t come across too many people like him. It was refreshing.

“You’re a ‘the glass is half full’ kind of person, aren’t you?”

“I am. And there’s a reason for that,” he said.

“What would that be?”

“It takes less energy.”

“That’s it?” I inquired. “I was expecting some deep philosophical answer.”

“Life is actually pretty simple, Stacey,” he remarked. “You’ve heard the saying that a frown uses more muscles that a smile. Or that it’s easier to be kind.”

“Yeah,” I agreed.

“It’s true. Karma and all that. If you just try to keep a positive attitude and stay humble, it’s much easier than being pessimistic. That shit’s emotionally draining and exhausting. And can actually make you physically sick.”

“You’re absolutely right,” I nodded. “I found that out the hard way.”

“How so?”

“Um…” I hesitated. “Long story. I doubt you want to hear about the life of Stacey Barnett in one night, and to be honest I’m not ready to be emotionally drained from rehashing it right now.”

“Fair enough,” said Harry. “You can tell me when you’re ready.”

Taking a sip of my wine, I pondered the wonder that was Harry Styles.

“You’re not real, are you?”

“Sorry?” Harry chuckled.

“You’re just-” I stopped myself before I said something that would embarrass myself. “Never mind.”

“I said I like you, Stacey. I wasn’t lying. And one day...maybe not the next time we talk...but one night we’ll have a nice long conversation and you’ll tell me all there is to know about you.”

“That sounds so...raw and exposed,” I muttered. “I don’t like being that vulnerable.”

“I think I’ve already seen you vulnerable, sweetheart. You said so yourself. I’ve seen you at your lowest.”

“True,” I hung my head.

Harry was quiet for a moment until he said, “I’m sorry. Did I hit a nerve?”

“No, it’s…” I sighed. “It’s okay. I just don’t really like talking about it.”

“I understand. But it’s part of your life. A massive part. That’s your daughter.”

“Yeah,” I swallowed. “I hate it. More for her than me. She’s such a sweet girl, she doesn’t deserve-”

“Hey,” Harry interrupted when he could tell I was getting choked up. “It’s okay, we don’t have to talk about it.”

“Thanks.” I wiped away a tear from my cheek.

“We can change the subject. But you’re right. She doesn’t.”

Harry and I continued to talk, the conversation easy. I enjoyed talking to him. He made me laugh a couple of times, and it made me wish he was sitting next to me on the sofa instead of in Dallas in a hotel room doing God knows what while he talked to me. I shook my head to rid it of the thoughts. I would not allow myself to imagine him lying shirtless in bed. By the time I finished my second glass of wine, I realized it was nearly eleven. We’d talked for over three hours. Harry yawned and it must have been contagious because I did as well.

“I should let you go now, Stacey,” he said softly.

“Okay. Well, thank you, Harry. For making this evening less lonely.”

“Lonely? Why are you lonely, love?”

I realized at that moment that every time he called me that, I wanted to kiss him. Gosh darn it. I let out a sigh.

“I just get a little lonely after my kids are gone,” I explained. “So thanks for keeping me company. I feel a lot better.”

“You’re welcome. I enjoy talking to you. Do you think I could call you from St. Louis?”

“I hope you do,” I grinned.

“Good.”

“Oh, and Harry?”

“Yes?”

“I think you’re pretty incredible too.”

Harry released another one of those deep, sexy chuckles again and I melted all over.

“Thank you. Goodnight, beautiful. Sleep well.”

When I hung up, I practically danced to the kitchen, setting my empty wine glass in the sink. Then I skipped to the bathroom where I saw the goofy grin on my face in the mirror. I quickly shook my head with a groan.

“Get a grip, Stacey,” I told myself. “You look like a teenager.”

I washed my face and brushed my teeth before getting into my pajamas. After turning out the lights and double checking that I was locked up, I climbed into bed with only the bedside lamp on. I must have stared at the ceiling for a good twenty minutes, replaying some of our conversation in my head, like it was part of a novel I’d written.

I knew what I was doing. I was letting this guy invade my mind as though he was a character in a book. Boy meets girl, girl is lonely, doesn’t know how to feel about boy so she acts like it’s nothing, boy breaks down girl’s walls and makes her feel special and worthy and they live happily ever after.

But Harry Styles was not a character in a romance novel. And I was not a girl. He was real and he was famous. And I was me. Just me.

A/N: Just a reminder that I wrote all of this before HS1 was even out. So, no TPWK or singing with Stevie yet. It kinda gives me chills now as I reread it.

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simslegacy5083 · 3 months ago

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Today's (11/7/2024) Episode: Friendly Encounters

Skye had been worried that once Elyse aged up she’d be too busy with high school freinds to see him anymore, but she quickly proved him wrong.

Besides shooting up in height, she also decided to totally change her sense of style. It was a little intimidating, but Skye did his best to be supportive of the sim who had always been his best friend. “You look so pretty” he enthused, “like you’re going to win first prize at a Spooky Day party.”

“Thanks!” she replied “I guess. I’m trying out some goth looks and found this online. Do I look like I would fit in at Forgotten Hollow?”

Skye frowned. “I’m not sure. I know my Great Grandpa Vlad lives there, but for some reason we’ve never visited him.”

She looked disappointed. “Well I haven’t been there myself either, but I found a lot of cool pictures and stories. One day I’ll move there and never have to deal with sunny days and early mornings again. Maybe I’ll be a vampire or take one of the huge spiders in the trees as my witch’s familiar.”

Skye listened, rapt. It all sounded more scary than fun, but Elyse always knew better than him, so if she said it was awesome then it must be true. “Neat! Do you want to make pancakes? We can use some chocolate syrup and strawberries to make them spooky spider pancakes!”

The Sulani crew come visit anytime, living just down the boardwalk, but Noemi got to see her non-island friends much less often.

Chestnut Ridge was only a teleporter away, but she was still excited for the excuse to visit when Amaya called to announce she had adopted a baby.

“Miguel and I had only gone on a couple dates when I found out I was pregnant. Shotgun wedding anyone?” Amaya said with a laugh. “Now that we’ve really settled in as a family, we decided that raising little Graysen has gone so well that we should do it again… So come over and meet Julissa!”

“Ok sure, this project is at a good breaking point, we’ll be over soon to see your new daughter.” Noemi replied, earning herself a surprised look from Lu.

The Lawbournes decided to bring Roach too. Their four-legged friend could run around the ranch with Silver, like he had during their honeymoon.

While the parents were cooing over the new baby inside, Grayson was trying to convince Skye to go for a ride together on the two horses.

Skye looked up at Roach, towering above him and easily ten times his weight, and shook his head. “I don’t think so. I don’t want Roach to buck me off – I could get hurt! I’ll take some pictures of you riding Silver, or we could go exploring together.”

Grayson was disappointed not to be able to race his friend, but thoroughly enjoyed posing for pictures on his faithful steed. After picking out the best shots to keep and which to post online the two boys left the stables and set off to dig up hibernating toads along the creek bed.

Inside Noemi was snuggling the incredibly soft and warm Julissa, who was happily chewing her fist as her mother talked about deciding to adopt.

“…so I told Miguel that I’ve got enough back pain these days without adding 30 pounds of bulbous baby belly into the mix!” Amaya chuckled “I carried the first one, and it was clearly his turn, but the chicken decided to see what was available on the second-hand market instead of doing it himself.”

The "chicken" in question shot his wife a scandalized look at her description but resisted being pulled away from his conversation with Luigi.

“Hunter said that The Collective found this little sweet pea left all alone in their front garden. No idea if she’ll be “hungry like the wolf” yet, but we’ve got plenty of room to run around out here, whether she wants to do it in fur or track gear.” Amaya continued, stroking her daughter’s cheek.

When they got back home to their own campfire that evening Luigi remarked “We all got really lucky in the friend department at the end of the day.”

“No thanks to you, Mr. you can't be Amaya's friend” she reminded her husband with a mock serious expression.

Luigi chuckled “I never meant to say exactly that, and anyway you were quick to put me in my place, as always. Skye, you’ve got a nice group of playmates already and a good head on your shoulders to know when what they are asking of you is unwise…” thank goodness he finished silently. “I just hope you have as much luck in the future as your mom and I have.”

With that they rose and headed inside to get Skye off to bed, looking forward to what new adventures awaited them with the sims they were lucky enough to count among their close companions.

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reigningqueenofwords · 4 months ago

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Cyber Tag

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Part 2 of the Games We Play

For some reason, getting on at the same time lately had been difficult. You’d be logging off, just to see his name pop up, and vise versa. Sure, you would have loved to stay and chat, but you had work to do. So, you left each other little in game presents and notes.

Theinastus- Haven’t seen you on lately. I miss our flirting. Did you replace me with someone real? *gasps* I bought you a pie. I hope you like it!

-K

It wasn’t much, but it was something to let him know that you were thinking of him. You waited a few more minutes before calling it a night.

Dean groaned as he rolled over. “Remind me never to do that again.” He told his brother without opening his eyes.

Sam chuckled. “Which part? Going shot for shot with half the damn bar? Accepting drinks from a few hot chicks? Or getting up on stage and singing Girls Just Want to Have Fun. Which, by the way, I have on my phone.” He grinned.

“God, you suck.” He yawned, getting up. “Any new cases yet?” They’d just finished up in that town- hence the active drinking last night. None of which he remembered after the first hour. Which was probably a good thing.

“No, but I’m looking.” He shrugged, his eyes never leaving the laptop.

Finally, that evening, Dean felt well enough to keep his eyes open and logged on. He smiled softly at your note and sent you one in return.

Kanestinia-

You spoil me. I love me some pie. Did you know they make apple pie moonshine? Good stuff. Two birds with one stone. Anyways, I miss it, too. I’d never replace you! Did you replace me? I hope not. I bought you a rose, until we chat again.

-T

Hitting send, he went off to work on some quests.

This went on for three weeks until you finally saw him online. You were about to click his name when he sent you a message.

Theinastus- MY CYBER LOVE! Kanestinia- My cyber husband<3 Theinastus- I’ve missed you :( Kanestinia- And I, you. Theinastus- Busy life, I take it? Kanestinia- You have no idea. A lot of traveling- like 4 states or something? I lost track… Theinastus- We did a lot, too. What states?

That was brave. Neither of them ever discussed locations they were in before. But, he was feeling brave.

Kanestinia- Cali, Washington, Oregon, etc… that area. You? Theinastus- Holy shit. We might have passed each other! Or even spoken. How crazy is that? Kanestinia- That’s insane!!!

You stared at the screen, wondering what were the possibilities that the two of you were in the same states, at the same time, and had spoken? Slim, right?

Theinastus- Where are you headed next? Kanestinia- Nevada. Theinastus- …Boulder City. Kanestinia- How’d you know?!? Theinastus- Lucky guess. Care to dress up like your character so I know it’s you if I see you? Or a sexy school girl? Kanestinia- You wish lol :P Theinastus- More like dream ;) Kanestinia- Awe, shucks, you’re making me blush.

After a couple randoms together, you forced yourself to get off and get some sleep. You wanted to leave first thing in the morning, and that wouldn’t happen if you let yourself stay up flirting all night with him.

Dean had a silly smile on his face as Sam came out of the bathroom, hair wet from a shower. “She send you pictures or something?”

“No, nothing like that.” He grinned. She’s going to be in Boulder City.”

Sam’s eyebrows went up. “Really? Did you ask her out?!” He grinned, as his brother deserved to be happy.

With a sigh, Dean shook his head. “No. I’ve told you, I won’t.”

“They why are you out here grinning like a love-sick teenager?”

“Because, she’s been in the last few places we’ve been, and she’ll be in the next one, too. For a bite, we’re under the exact same sky.”

Sam stared at him. “Are you sure she isn’t a hunter, too?! And I think you should go find someone to go home with. Let them deal with you like this. It’s weird.” He teased.

When you realized how long it had been since you brought a man home from the bar, you sighed. You’d been so focused on your virtual man, that you neglected real life. It was your last night in Boulder, and you decided to have a couple drinks.

You walked in wearing a black t-shirt, cut off shorts, and sneakers. No need to doll it up too much. Your hair was left out, and your makeup minimal. You went straight to the bar and ordered a beer, and a shot.

“Two beers, please.” A tall man with hazel eyes ordered from a couple seats down.

Your eyes ran over him and you smirked. Taking your shot, you winked at him.

When he grinned, all you saw were pearly whites, and dimples. “Hi, I’m Sam.” He moved over and held out his hand.

“Y/N/N.” You shook it. “Nice to meet you, Sam.”

“Can I get you another shot?” He offered.

You sipped your beer, your eyes still on his. “Only if I get a dance out of you.” You countered.

“Why don’t you join me and my brother at our table? We can have a couple beers, and I’ll dance with you as much as you’d like to.”

Sliding off your stool, your body brushed against his. “Lead the way, handsome.” You chuckled, grabbing your beer.

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superiorsturgeon · 2 years ago

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Arm Twisting

Summer: …so that’s why I need your help for this secret mission.

Raven: You tracked me down after three years to get help on this suicide mission that you won’t even tell your husband about?

Raven: What the hell makes you think I would agree to this?!

Summer: Because I know your darkest secret!

Years ago…

Taiyang: Phew! It’s getting warm in here!

Taiyang: *bends down and slowly unzips the right leg of his zip-off pants*

Raven: *freezes*

Taiyang: *looks up at Raven* 😏

Taiyang: *slowly shimmying his pant leg down his calf*

Raven: 😳…you bastard, you know what that does to me…

Taiyang: Nnnnngh…! *snaps the pant leg off, then extends his bare glistening calf while sliding a hand up to his other zipper*

Raven: *red-faced*

Taiyang: *raises an eyebrow and removes his other pant leg agonizingly slow* Oh…I hope no fearsome, beautiful bandits will be waiting in my empty dorm room to take advantage of me and my bare calves~!

Raven: *bright red, covers her mouth*

Taiyang: *tosses his separated pant legs over his shoulder, showing off his bicep and tattoo with a wink* I guess I’ll have to see in ten minutes when my roommates are in class! *saunters away*

Raven: How can he be so sexy and so ridiculous at once?! I can’t believe I’m so excited from looking at his idiotic zip-off pants!

Raven: *turns around* I just want to lick up those toned legs like a-!!

Summer: ��

Raven: *heart stops* 😨

Summer:

Raven:

Summer:

Raven: …how much of that did you see?

Summer: Exactly as much as I needed to! 😁

Back in the present…

Raven: …you are, no exaggeration, the absolute worst.

Summer: That reminds me, Tai’s legs and butt got even beefier over the last few years since he started doing squats! 😈

Raven: Please, stop!! I surrender! 😫

#rwby #summer rose #raven branwen #taiyang xiao long #tai X Raven #tai x summer #phoenix #summer lovin

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myghoulcirce · 11 days ago

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Just because it's midnight and I'm bored. Here's a little chunk of a WIP I started before COVID and while the world was still manageable to handle.

There's more around here somewhere, but I'll save that for later. Still a draft obvs.

I reached the bottom half of the stairs; I could see him standing in the main hall of our mansion. He was thin, almost looking sickly compared to the berry sized man he was here to see. I watched him touch the keys to our baby grand that greeted everyone as they had come in, but he clearly did not know how to play.

"My father will be another minute," my voice was quiet, but loud enough for him to hear me. "I can play something for you as you wait."

The man jumped a little, before fixing his tie, "Uh...sure." His voice barely loud enough to reach.

I smiled, patting a spot next to me on the bench, "I'm not sure what you like, but my favorite to play is Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata."

He nodded, slouching next to me as I started playing. I could play this song without looking, more time to peak a glance or two towards the stranger. It must have been a joke that he would work with my father, as a partner even. My father was a loud boisterous man, not the kind type. He was often cold, even towards my siblings and myself.

The stranger held a warm aura, he was quiet; certainly, must be patient to deal with my father in these kinds of meetings. My fingers played the last notes; I glanced up to find that he gave me almost a look of awe. "I wouldn't have guessed the eldest daughter of Donald Morgan would be so talented."

"Oh?" I smiled, "If you'd like, I know a couple of more difficult pieces."

“I’ll be glad to hear anything you’d like to play.” He smiled, a flush of pink tinged his pale face, “I enjoy the sound of a piano playing, they remind me of my childhood.”

A third, but familiar voice interrupted, "Vincent! I see you have met my daughter, Amara." My father laid a hand on his shoulder, "She will make a fine wife to a glorious, rich husband someday." He kept a grin, "Soon, I hope."

Vincent stood up, "Shall we get down to business?" He shot a glance my way as he walked with my father towards his office.

“Ah, of course! Always keeping me on track, I couldn’t ask for someone better than you!”

I smiled, starting a new song as they disappeared. The newest partner to join my father would hopefully prove to be someone worth knowing this time.

Donald Morgan spared no detail in his future plans for his three daughters. As a powerful businessman in Remington, he constantly talked about their upbringing and the endowment they would gladly give for any arrangements that fancied him.

This was a common side to the man, one that I had grown accustomed to in the short months I began working for him. He often would digress from company matters to 'show off', for lack of better terms. Despite my qualifications, I spent much time bringing him back on track.

"Sir, I hate to interrupt, but we must discuss the current plans to expand your company into the capital city." I sat down, watching as he leaned back and clicked his pen.

"You studied in the city, what would you suggest?"

"Well..." I thought for a moment, "Remington is well known because of your company. Not only because of the success, but the diverse services you provide. Banking, pharmacies, retailers; you are a powerhouse of many different trades, sir. In such a big city, one that houses our nation's leaders, most certainly would have no issues to provide the luxury lifestyle of such."

"Speaking of national leaders... We are hosting a party for Elenora’s seventeenth birthday. I do believe that Sir Robert Ellis will be attending." Of course, this would lead to him talking about marrying off a daughter for his own plans. "I think you're onto something, Vincent."

"Sir, I don't think that would be the best course of action..."

"Elenora is still learning how to be a woman, but Amara would gracefully take his heart for us to expand. You have to admit, she is very charming." Donald waved his hand, dismissing any argument he thought that would follow. "Amara has met the governor once before, brilliant. You can go home and prepare the plans to set up in the Capital. The more prepared we are, the easier it will be to sell and expand."

"Yes, sir." I gathered my things, swiftly exiting and closing the door behind me.

"A long meeting?" Amara's quiet voice startled me, the meeting had been over an hour long and I would not expect anyone to be left in the main hall.

I turned around to face her, "Your father enjoys his stories..." Is that something you want to say to your employer’s daughter?

She smiled, looking away, "He does that often. Elenora’s birthday is coming up, I assume you will be coming to the party? I believe mother is planning a masquerade of sorts."

"I... I’ll be here," I shifted through the paperwork in my arms, "As a work event opposed to leisure."

Amara's facial expression had not changed, it was evident that their social events were still business in their world. "I'm glad, we can catch up at the party. I'm almost certain it'll be beneficial for you."

Odd word choice; beneficial for your father, perhaps. Would I even be able to live with myself, knowing that I must stand by as he auctions off his daughters? I chuckled, "I look forward to seeing you at the party."

The weekend marked Elenora’s seventeenth birthday, the masquerade ball being held in both her honor and for the opportunity to talk business. Unfortunately for me, that meant keeping Donald from selling off his daughters for whatever he thought was a good deal.

As everyone poured into the main hall of Donald's mansion, I stood by the piano. I watched as everyone danced together under the stairs, some retreating to their table for refreshments. I eyed the table I was assigned, right next to Donald and Amara, who wore an all-black Princess gown. It swept the floor as she moved, dancing with various guests. Her face was hidden by a black cat mask, but there was no doubting who she was.

I had been avoiding being too close; seeing her around and knowing Donald's intentions to have her sway Robert Ellis into giving him a contract in the Capital made eye contact an awfully hard thing. Or was it more than that?

"Vincent, are you going to stand away from everyone all night or are we going to get that contract over dinner?" Donald put a hand on my shoulder, leading me over towards the table. "Robert Ellis, this is my right-hand man, Vincent Stanbury."

Robert extended his hand, "Pleasure to formally meet you. I heard plenty about you during our years in college."

"As I did of you, but then again, who didn't know about Sir Robert Ellis going to our school." I returned the handshake, "I'm happy to see it's paid off well for you."

He chuckled, "How did you come about working for such an energetic man? You majored as an engineer."

"Life tends to take you to unexpected places." I eyed Amara, dancing behind him with her youngest sister. "What does matter is how you would feel about having a Morgan business in the Capital. I am certain you have seen the impact he is. had here in Remington."

"Straight to business, I see." Donald motioned for us to sit at the table, "My oldest daughter, Amara will join us soon. Let us eat as we discuss this."

"I can't wait to see Amara; it's been far too long since she's come to visit the Capital. Busy with her studies I assume?" Robert glanced in her direction, "Still stunning as ever."

"Amara's been to the Capital?" I felt a crack in my voice as I spoke, "I would assume she stayed in Remington."

As Donald opened his mouth to speak, Robert took over the conversation; "She has an aunt that lives there, she owns a small boutique by my office. During her last visit, we became good friends."

"As always, she's been a charm."

"You don't have to talk about me as if I'm not here, Father." Amara's voice broke the uneasy tension that had begun to build, "I'm happy to see you've both arrived. The trip went well for you, Robert?"

"Of course! I would never miss a chance to see you in person." Robert shot a smug look in my direction.

There was the slightest hint of change in Amara's expression, "As flattering as that is, today isn't about me. It's Elenora’s seventeenth birthday, which is why I assume you both came tonight?" She smiled, "Mother spent months planning a perfect party for her, I'd be a terrible sister if I stole all of the attention away. You'll dance with her after dinner, Robert?"

It was clear that Robert had no interest in Elenora, Amara must have known, his face clearly full of distaste. "But of course!"

"So, after hearing about the plans to have my father expand his business to the Capital, what do you think, Robert?" I glanced up at him as we danced, "It seems that it would benefit you both."

"Amara, you really think that's why I'm here?" Robert smiled, "I just came to enjoy the birthday party of a friend's sister."

"You and I both know neither is true, but if I'm being used as the main bargaining chip, you could try being honest with me."

The song stopped and we both stood in silence before I felt a tap on my shoulder, "May I cut in?" Always quiet, Vincent.

"We can discuss this later," I looked away from Robert and took Vincent's hand, "So, I see he's taken a liking to you."

"Is that what you call it?" He smiled, possibly the first genuine smile I had seen. "I'm not sure if we'll be able to expand your father's company there. I'm afraid it would solely be my fault."

"Oh, I doubt that. I know my father and Robert are both cunning men, if I do not agree; they will simply just find another daughter to. Eleanora is of age now and I would absolutely rather she find someone she cares about than to marry some goon like Robert.” I smiled, “My father was blessed with three daughters, he does what he can to ensure himself the better deal.”

“At your expense? An odd thing for a father to do.” Vincent frowned, “As if I would know.”

“Your father died in the war; I assume?” What a harsh thing to ask someone, Amara. “Apologies—”

“A month or so before the war ended, yes.” He shot a reassuring glance, “I can’t say I remember much of him. The war lasted until I was six, lucky you were to only remember the ending years.”

“I like to imagine that no other person on this planet is as greedy as my father. While others were fighting, he managed to pay out his draft. I feel as if my life would have been vastly different if my family wasn’t wealthy.” I looked away, always saying the most awful things to Vincent, “I didn’t mean that in an awful way towards you or your family.”

He laughed, almost uncontrollably. “I went to college in the Capital City, I think you underestimate me, Amara.” I felt my face begin to burn, embarrassing myself further, “I admire you, so I’ll let it slide this time. I think you’ve spent too much time at the top, my lady.” The song ended; Vincent lifted his hand from my side. “I must take my leave, I’m in charge of drawing up the new plans for the expansion. We’re looking to settle into that old hotel next to the city building. I think that the owner, Madam Fiona, has been having a hard time keeping up with the payments.”

“Madam Fiona is a very resourceful woman; you would be wise to offer her a great sum for that building.” I gave Vincent another smile, “I’ll do better next time.” He gave a questionable look, “Not to underestimate a man of your status.”

“Amara! There you are!” I turned to find my sister, Eleanora, rushing towards the dance floor “Mother has been searching for you, Marilyn is throwing one of her tantrums again and it seems that you are the only one that can console her.”

I looked behind to find that Vincent had already left. “Mother shouldn’t have left Marilyn alone for so long, knowing she gets scared easily.”

We squeezed our way through the crowd, most wishing Eleanora a happy birthday. It had felt like eternity, but we arrived at the stairway, passing the piano, and hurrying up the stairs. Marilyn waited at the top, her bright green eyes red and full of tears. She sniffled as I picked her up, “Now Marilyn, what has you so distraught tonight?”

She huffed, throwing her face into my shoulder, “I want to come to Eleanora's party, but mother insisted I stay in my room all night.”

“Well, you are still a young lady. You would be lost in such a crowd; besides, you should be playing in your room before having to learn all of the social responsibilities.” I walked towards her room, closing the door behind me as I sat her on her bed.

“I’m ready to have responsibility!” She put her foot down, “I’m a young lady now, not a kid!”

“Well, maybe we’ll teach you when you turn seven this year. We will start your tutoring early and you will have to work extra hard.”

Her lip quivered, “But I want to wear pretty dresses and dance with everyone…”

“You don’t need to come to Eleanora’s party for that,” I pulled open her closet, “Look at all of these beautiful dresses you have.” I gave her an emerald princess dress, “Why don’t you put this one on and I’ll play your violin for you? Then you may dance all you want!”

Marilyn smiled, wiping her face with her sleeve as she nodded in agreement.

“You have yourself a deal, Mr. Morgan. Your business would give a new life for the Capital City. My only problem, you want Madam Fiona to leave the old Hotel. She’s a fierce woman and inherited that hotel from her father before the war.” Robert looked over at Amara, “What about the building that the flower shop sits on? The old lady that owns it, she’s also behind on payments, even more so than the Madam. She should be retiring soon; they opened their shop far before the war even started.”

“Mrs. Rowan’s flower shop is the only one in the city, it would cause many to travel out towards the fields to receive flowers. There’s three more hotels in the city in addition to Madam Fiona’s.” Donald leaned in, “I’ve heard unsavory things about this hotel, I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors?”

“And that’s exactly what they are—rumors.”

“Why don’t we entertain the idea of building on the outskirts of the residential area? I know they’d enjoy the traffic towards that area. There’s plenty of small shops that would benefit from it.” Amara’s voice was quiet, more inviting than the other two.

I looked at the two men, “She’s not wrong. It would fit perfectly between the two, both areas would benefit, and it would provide a reason for people to move towards the residential areas.”

“I would prefer a building with character, something that’s been standing for a long time, just like our company. I don’t understand why you’d want to keep a Madam with such an unsavory past so directly and prominently in your beautiful city.” Donald shrugged, “Unless my daughter’s hand in marriage wasn’t enough for you?”

Robert let out a breath, “Your daughter’s hand in marriage means a lot to me, Mr. Morgan. You’ve clearly not met the Madam, but if you can convince her to give up the hotel, you’re free to move in your business there. I warn you that she’s not polite about rejection.”

“You’re the current city official, make her move.” Donald’s position was unwavering, “I’m willing to keep from moving business forward, until we’ve reached an agreement on the location.” He stood up, “Vincent, see Amara to the capital city, unless Sir Ellis has a complaint with that as well.” He waved with his back towards us, “Until next time.”

Robert sat almost dumbfounded, but quickly shook it off, “Amara, you are welcomed to come stay in the Capital building with me.”

“That would certainly be against custom, now wouldn’t it?” She smiled, “I’ll gladly spend time at my aunts until the day of the wedding. Provide you with the privacy you’ll certainly be needing during a time like this.”

“I—”

“It has been decided, I’ll see you in the Capital city, Robert.” Amara stood up, “Vincent, my bags are already in the car. We’ll be leaving right away.”

I watched Robert as he stood up, walking towards the window. He let Amara walk away without a word, mumbling as she left. “The Morgan’s are such a stubborn family.” I turned and followed Amara to the car.

#writing #fiction #romance #wip #probablydead #imalsodeadinside #creative writing #boring

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cowgurrrl · 2 years ago

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As It Was

Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader

Author’s note: oh I heard we wanted family fluff??

Summary: You and Joel have an announcement [1.5k]

Warnings: pregnancy talk, fluff

It's been almost four years since the last time you were on Seth Meyer's show and the last time you were pregnant. Like so pregnant, you were having contractions that you thought were Braxton-Hicks but definitely weren't. You thought, "The next time I'm here, there's no way I'll be pregnant. I want to do the day drinking segment, goddammit." Sure enough, here you are, three months into your second pregnancy. You haven't announced it formally yet, and Seth asked if it was okay to ask you about it, to which you said yes. You anticipate lots of people having lots of questions.

As you're standing backstage, waiting for your cue, Joel runs up and kisses you. His hands rest a little too low on your lower back, and you smile against him.

"Do I need to remind you we're in public?" You ask as he kisses you one, two, three more times before leaning back to look at you.

"Can't I be appreciative of my incredibly talented, beautiful, intelligent, sexy wife?"

"I think your appreciation is how we got here in the first place." You say, running a hand over your stomach. He smiles and puts a hand over yours, beaming with pride at you. Seth is already at his desk, cracking jokes and making the audience laugh, but you manage to tune it out and share a private, quiet moment with Joel.

"How're you feelin'?" He asks, and you sigh. This pregnancy has been so different from your pregnancy with Sam. You've been sick pretty much since you found out you were pregnant. Your back hurts all the time. The pregnancy brain has been insanely bad this time around, and you can barely sleep. As you move out of your first trimester, the nausea has gotten a little bit better, and you've been able to find things that help with your back pain. Joel has been an amazing help, taking time off to be with you and making sure you're taken care of. These days, he can't help but follow you around like a lost puppy.

"Less nauseous, so I guess that's good, but I do feel a little like a beach ball." You say, and he laughs.

"Well, I think you look stunning." He says as he kisses your jaw, and you wrap your arms around his shoulders.

"You better. You promised to love me in sickness and in health."

"And I meant it," he says. Seth begins to talk about your latest project hitting screens, and he takes that as his cue to leave. He kisses you once more before rushing away. "Kick some ass!" He calls, and you roll your eyes playfully. Finally, your name is announced, and you walk out to the stage to thunderous applause. He hugs you and tells you how beautiful you look, making you smile. You sit next to his desk and wait for the applause to die down before turning to him.

"You're looking different." He says, gesturing to your baby bump, and you nod.

"Yeah, I got a haircut," you say, and Seth's eyes widen as he tries to figure out if you changed your mind. "When I'm pregnant, my hair gets really thick, so I had to chop it all off." He laughs and quickly recovers.

"Well, congratulations. How far along are you?"

"Threeish months? We've got a toddler at home, so it's a little harder to keep track than it was the first time."

"Yeah, I feel like the last time you were here, you were ready to pop."

"Because I was! I was having contractions while we were talking." You say, and his jaw drops.

"Really?" He asks.

"Well, I didn't know they were contractions at the time, but I got back to the hotel, and I looked at my husband, and I was like, "Something doesn't feel right." And sure enough, we had him two days later right here in New York."

"Wow! And how old is your little guy at home now?"

"He's three. He'll be four by the time I give birth, but our daughters are twenty-six and twenty-two, so we've got a full house."

"That's a pretty big age gap."

"Yeah, they were a little worried when we told them I'm pregnant again, but they're super excited."

"That's great! Well, we wish you all the best."

"Thank you!" You say, resting your hand over the spot where you just felt a movement.

"Well, let's talk about your newest movie, Someday. Now, you are by far one of my wife's favorite actresses, so when she found out about this movie, she was so excited to see it, and then it broke her heart. What can you tell us about it?" He asks, and you laugh.

"Well, I'm sorry it broke her heart, but that's kinda how it felt for me too. It's just such a beautiful story about perseverance and trying to make your time on Earth mean something. When I read the script, I had just come off of maternity leave after having my son, and I just cried and cried for hours about this story because it had so many layers and complex characters, and I was so lucky to have such an amazing cast to work with. There were several days when my kids and Joel were able to visit the set and hang out with us, which just made my heart so happy. So, yeah, it was an incredible experience."

"And you've been in this business for a while now. Have you found that your work slows down as you've become more established and you've gotten older? Because you just finished this movie, and then your show Things We Don't Talk About just got renewed for a second season." He says, and the audience claps, which makes you smile.

"Well, it depends. I took two years off after my son was born, and I'll probably do that again, but I feel like I'm still hustling. I'm not a person who sits still very well, and Joel hates it."

"He does?"

"Well, hate is a strong word," you laugh. "But he'd definitely rather have me rest and take care of myself than work, especially when I'm pregnant, but it's worked out for me this far."

"It certainly has. You're hosting Saturday Night Live this week!" Seth says excitedly, and you do a little dance in your chair to show your excitement.

"I am! I'm so excited. This has been a dream of mine for so long, and I think I'm one of a small group of people who have hosted while pregnant, so hopefully, they'll give me a pair of matching onesies or something." You say nonchalantly before the words catch up with you, and you clap your hand over your mouth. You swear, you can hear Joel laughing from backstage as you watch Seth stare at you.

"I'm sorry, a pair of onesies?" He asks, and you laugh.

"Oh, God," you say, nodding. "Yeah. We were trying to keep it a secret, but we had a running bet that I'd be the one to let it slip first. Anyways, yes, Joel and I are expecting twins in August."

"What?! Oh, my God!" Seth stands from his chair, and the band plays an upbeat tune as everyone cheers for you. You laugh and stand up to show off your twin bump in all its glory. "So, there are two babies in there?"

"I mean, I can show the ultrasound pictures if you don't believe me."

"That's just crazy! Wow!"

"I know. It's crazy being the one carrying them!"

That night, you post the video of you and Joel finding out there were two babies instead of one. Joel is smiling as he watches the screen on the wall of the sonographer's room, and you're already talking about whether it will be a girl or a boy. Both of you go silent the second you see Baby B appear on the screen and Joel's face drops. "So, it looks like there are two babies."

"Two?!" You and Joel say in unison, and Joel looks at you wide-eyed. The shock settles over the two of you as the nurse presses a button, and suddenly you hear both heartbeats. He immediately bursts into tears and kisses your hand over and over again. "Holy shit." He breathes.

"You ready for two more, Dad?" You ask from behind the camera, and he laughs.

"Yeah, 'm ready," he says softly with a big smile on his face, tears still falling from his eyes. "What bout you? Are you ready for two more, Mama?"

"Hell no!" You laugh. The video ends as he stands and hugs you tight, the camera going black as you wrap your arms around him, and if you listen really closely, you can hear a very muffled "I love you so, so much" being whispered in a familiar accent.

#one for the money two for the show #the last of us #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel tlou #the last of us x reader #joel miller fic #joel miller the last of us #rockstar!joel miller #rockstar!joel #tlou au #the last of us au

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