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mianaissante · 11 months ago

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KISS ME — genshin impact, xiao 🩰

tags: xiao/femreader!!, fluff, angst, heartfelt, cute, lowercase, dancing under the moonlight, confession

“𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑘𝑦 𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡.”

It is recommended to listen to Kiss Me by Sixpence None The Richer whilst reading ୨୧

enjoy!

love, what an insufferable word that one may ever encounter.

what even was love? how does one experience, better yet, realize love?

to xiao, love was something mere mortals may only experience, it was their design.

he never once considered, that an adeptus, an immortal being higher than humans, like him could be trapped in the chains of passion and jealousy, utter haze and drunkenly consumed love.

xiao never truly understood feelings, emotions, why humans could ever bother themselves with such trivial interferences of their minds.

in any shape or form, how did he ever find himself in a situation with the very thing has solely tried to avoid?

he hated that you cared.

he hated how your eyes would soften with the way he'd linger, he hated how you of all people were oblivious to his damned feelings.

aren't humans supposed to be an expert at this? he wondered how you have not caught up with him, maybe you were stupid? maybe slow? maybe you didn't understand the concept of love at all, like he did.

in the end, he would wind up standing by the balcony of wangshuu inn, secretly gazing at you as you work the day endlessly.

how, how did his heart flutter at the thought of you? you..you..you.

he stifled a small sheepish laugh, audible to himself and the winds only. he didn't know how to feel, was he mad at his own feelings? or did you drive him mad?

it all started the day you interrupted him from his duties. green grass absorbed his heavy footsteps, huff after huff, his breath heard atop the clouds.

it was a normal day to say the least, to him. xiao was focused on doing his daily patrols that he didn't notice you potentially harming yourself by having enough courage to hike up juyeun karst yourself, a mere mortal.

his eyes squinted with the way the wind was thrashing his face, the trees swaying with the song of its whirls, when suddenly a tree branch cracked like bones.

xiao sighed and rolled his eyes, “ what are you doing?”

“ what?” you replied so recklessly. the adeptus travelled his eyes to your hands which equipped a picnic basket.

“ i know you're following me, stop acting like you don't know what you're doing.”

“ calm down, i don't bite...unless you want me to.” you tease, great. xiao furrowed his eyebrows, crinkling his forehead and sighing. “ verr godlet just asked me to do something for her”

“ what is it she asked you to do, so that we can get it over with.”

“ oh divine archons wait! you're such a grumpy cat.”

“ did you just call me a cat?”

“ here.”

xiao eyed down the dish, confused.

“ you do know adepti don't eat.”

“ pftt like i didn't see you tear this dish down the other day. don't be shy now mr. adeptus, this'll be my treat.”

you smiled so wide your cheeks puffed as if you were a greedy squirrel stuffed with peanuts. the adeptus hesitated taking the almond tofu from you, but you interrupted his stare.

“ if you don't start eating this now, i'll be the one to feed you.”

he huffed and took the dish from you and ate it slowly.

“ i cooked that, so eat it well xiao! have a nice day.”

you turned your body away from him and merrily went down the hill like a toddler. he shook his head, taken aback from this sudden encounter.

xiao initially thought it would be this moment only, but boy was he wrong.

because today marks the day where chaos caused by you would start, and every passing day would be you butting in his duties.

“ where are you going, mr adeptus?”

its been an hour..maybe more, but you've been following the poor adeptus like a dog begging for a toy bone. xiao could only heave an annoyed sigh everytime you blabbed like a crazy woman.

“ for the last time, just call me xiao you mad woman!” his temper, it was firing up, riling up since you started it. he grumbled under his breath yet you only laughed at his frustrated expression.

you were playful, too playful for him! he could not, for the life of him, keep up!

“ i already ate your almond tofu, what more do you need from me?” he asked then turned himself to face you, hands on the curves of his waist as his weight leaned on his right leg.

“ hmmm, nothing, i just...like following you. to be honest, you're the first adeptus i've ever seen, it's all too exciting!”

“ it would be more exciting if you leave me be.”

“ now where's the fun in that?”

he didn't respond, he turned his back and continued to scope the area with his sharp eyes.

“ please for the love of archons, leave me alone.” and to his surprise, you shook your head and jumped on his back so suddenly. “ i'm never leaving your side mr. adeptus!”

“ get away!” he panicked and toppled over you, his face quivering as he sees you.

sprawled on the green grass, your rosy blood spreading across your cheeks and on top your nose. your hair in a disarray and your lips tugged in a huge grin.

sunlight hit your face and he caught his heart skipping a beat. oh fuck.

“ you'll never make me leave,” you laughed.

his eyes squinted, crazy. you were pure crazy!

“ you dumb idiot! you risked yourself with that stunt you pulled.”

“ but i'm fine aren't i? you held me close, that proves just how good you are at your job.”

that was in fact, correct. xiao had his arms around your back, which protected you from the fall.

“ if I didn't react quicker you would've injured yourself.”

you laughed, again. “ i'm fine, quit worrying!”

birthdays were never a big deal to xiao,

not until you made it a big deal to everyone.

usually he'd spend his day by doing the usual thing, keeping guard in liyue and protecting its land.

but...why is it now did this tradition change...and why was he inside a cardboard box?!

his day started with him sleeping by a hill near juyeun karst, he didn't want to admit it at all but he was fatigued. too tired to even do anything at the time. and so suddenly was he shoved in a cardboard box where god knows where he'll be transported to.

“ what are you doing to me?” he gritted through his teeth, fuming.

“ don't you worry, mr. adeptus. you're in great care, this box has fragile stickers all over it.”

you could hear his face palm, and so, you laughed. “ was shoving me inside a box to transport me in where, wangshuu inn? a good idea to you?!”

“ yes.”

“ fuck you.”

“ it'll be a good day for you, but first i'll put you in my room.”

he sighed, letting you do whatever you wanted to. he was too tired to deal with you.

time passed and you closed the door of your room, opening the box you see xiao burned up and hot. face red and eyes heavy. he was sleeping his life out as if he has never tasted a lick of slumber ever.

you gasped, holding the back of your hand on his forehead. “ you're scalding hot, xiao!”

you dragged his body up on your bed and started undressing him to atleast let air flow through his burning skin.

in a panic, you flinched when you felt his delicate fingers wrap around your wrist, stopping you from undressing him.

“ i can do it myself.” he grumbled.

of all things, xiao hated being vulnerable, he hated how he, a being of power, was weak like any mortal right now.

he hated to show it to other people, he hated being a nuisance, to him, he should only show the good parts of himself.

the responsible, not the hindrance-self.

but there was nothing he could do, he has shown it and he is ashamed.

and in some magical way, you could sense it.

“ is this why you don't show yourself to much people? to show how you're weak?”

he didn't answer, you took it as a yes. you had a bucket of lukewarm water and a handkerchief that you'll use to wipe his body with.

“ you know, it's okay to show these parts of yourself, because..these parts are what make you...you. it's okay to be weak, it's okay to cry, or to be vulnerable. it's alright to feel like you want to scream, it's okay to feel like you want to be alone..because at the end of the day, you have a heart that needs to be protected..the way you protect us.”

you wiped his face gently with the clothe and felt his throat with the back of your hand.

“ i went through the same thing as you too, i know what it's like.”

xiao smiled, silly human.

“ that was the first time you gave a good speech, [name], i appreciate it.”

“ should i take that as an insult?” you asked, confused.

“ no, you shouldn't.”

much to your disappointment, the party you had planned for him was delayed, everyone was too busy and he was lying on your bed sick.

you massaged the temples of your head and sighed, “ are you okay?”

he didn't respond, instead shifted his sleeping position opposite to you.

drenching the clothe again, you wipe his back with care, feeling how the lukewarm water turns hot at the contact of his skin.

xiao wasn't sure why you took so much are into him, he wasn't family to you, in fact he's a complete stranger. there's a visible gap between the two of you yet you try everything to break through and sit with him.

why were you treating him like he was someone special to you? he was confused, leaving him to furrow his eyebrows with pursed lips and clouding thoughts of which he never thought he'd ever have.

all of this is new to him, having someone caring about him.

he was scared, that's for sure. not only was he scared of being vulnerable, he was also scared of this. feeling..things, feeling how his heart would stop then beat repeatedly with no warning, its as if he was trapped in cellophane suffering from your affection. and by suffering, it meant experiencing new feelings in which he does not know how to deal with.

as if a lost puppy strolling road after roads looking for a bone. he could not believe it, he could not bare the thought of liking you, it was something unlike him.

but was it now?

he has grown into you like gum on the sole of a shoe, he has grown accustomed to your company, to your voice, to you.

he has tried, numerous times in numerous occasions to forget you, forget how you stride on hard ground with feet lingering on the green grass, forget how you giggle or laugh, forget how you smile or the way your eyes would crinkle like moons, forget how you'd care for him, how you'd prepare his lunches even if he didn't need to, how you'd ask him about his day repeatedly even if it was annoying to him at first but as time passed he realized having someone asking about how his day went felt great, and fuck.

truthfully in everything he tried, he failed, and there he was lovelorn and lovesick.

how could he forget her? how could he after all this time?

for the first time in his life he was handled like a fragile being, a human. Not treated like a beast, or a god, or a powerful being. He was his normal him when he was with you.

the little things you did..to him those things were more than little, it was everything to him. you were everything to him.

he became so fond of you he'd purposefully forget to eat his almond tofu in wangshuu in just for you to go out of your way to meet him with the food. heck, verr godlet knew his intentions and teased him for it.

its the thought of you that scares him, he's scared of how you aren't scared of him. he is capable of ruining you, destructing your innocence, yet why weren't you flinching? why weren't you shaking because of him?

he burrowed his head further on your pillow, feeling your scent float through his senses, you smelled like home, he did not have any home, but you were there.

“ xiao, i'm just going to change this water so i can manage to lower your temperature further, i'll go no-”

“ stay.”

with a sudden turn, you found yourself wrapped around burning arms, and thick hot breath fanning on the nape of your neck. “ h-hey what's wrong?”

“nothing, let's.. let's stay like this for a moment please.”

you spoke of nothing and obliged, you were stuck with him in your bed, him embracing your waist and you curled up into a ball. it was intimate, and it was feverish. almost like a daydream that may never end.

sometimes xiao reminded you of the moon, innocent and pure, he shone light even in the darkest parts of the night. everyday there would be new shapes of him, shades you'd never seen before. and what happened now...reminded you about it.

he was as attractive as the moon setting down to let the sun shine in the morning breeze, reflecting how he truly is as an adeptus, protector of the lands of liyue and its people. He puts others first before himself before he hides his selflessness once again . yet again sitting in the dark all by himself.

he was gentle, gentler than the lightest whirls of barbatos' winds, gentler than deers prancing 'round the deep forests, gentler than the slow waving currents in rivers.

with every passing moment spent by you and his alone, the more this affection seeps and drips, the more its scent lingers on the walks by the shore, the more it is embedded within one's soul.

to [name], he was her moon, and to xiao, she was his sun.

the night of the lantern rite has finally arrived. bustling crowds making their merry way to purchase lanterns filled the streets of liyue. it was a beautiful night, only the moon, crescented, and stars glittered the horizons above. not a single thing can ever ruin this moment for the people of liyue and for travellers alike.

they say this festival is a festival which is celebrated with your loved ones to celebrate the accomplishments and glory of gods and adepti, but what if you had been spending your night away with a certain someone?

" i won't try to deny it anymore."

he said, the wind scowling over our bodies. as you and him spoke under the starry night, only the moon's light casted shadows on xiao, something felt different about him, as if he wanted to say something important.

" i can't hold it anymore," he followed, seeing the desperation in his eyes, a pent of frustration evident in his golden hues.

he looked at you in a way he never looked at before, his eyes softened, not like before, something was different, something changed.

" it is you who i want, who i love, who i adore, who i want to be with." he close his lips as he gazed into your eyes, " will i ever know how you feel for me? do you feel the same?"

he trailed his stare onto the ground, " how can you possibly reciprocate my feelings, i'm a mere immortal who'll live for years even after you pass on. is it troublesome? i understand if you ca-"

a peck from your soft plump lips grazed onto his, eyes widened and he was stunned in place. he felt you travel your hands on both of his cheeks, tracing circles on his sensitive skin with your thumbs. his eyelids slowly started to give in and falter, he absolutely felt like jello as soon as your skin touched his.

a peck turned into a kiss, a passionate kiss. he himself had his hands on your waist, pulling you close, closer to him. he felt warmth for the first time in over a hundred years, he felt safe, at home. hot breaths fanned on one another, pulling back from the kiss, touching foreheads.

" for a grumpy adeptus, you sure do blabble a lot," you smiled.

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randoimago · 4 months ago

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Music Ask Game

So I reblogged a music ask game a few days ago and decided that I wanted to just do all of them for fun. All links go to the song on Spotify!

Put it under the cut cause it gets lengthy! Also, TW for blood mention for song 19!!

A song you liked as a child - Dust in the Wind b. Kansas (I was a fun child 😅 )

A song that features an element (earth/fire/water/air) - Tempted to drop September b. Earth, Wind, & Fire and call it a day. But let's go with we're all eating each other b. Juliet Ivy

A song you’d choose to introduce someone to your favorite genre - Idk if I have a favorite genre since I listen to all kinds of music. Maybe I'd go with ZITTI E BUONI b. Måneskin or Usseewa b. Ado if I was getting people into music in other languages.

A song you’d put on a playlist for a character you love - Giving me the urge to make character playlists yet again. Ngl, I can't decide if Itadori would go nuts about Otaku Hot Girl cause Megan Thee Stallion mentioned his name, or if he'd be crying cause of Gojo's name being in the chorus (should've been me, not him meme)

A song you think most of your followers won’t have heard before - Hmm I feel like I have a wide range of followers so I'll use one of my favorite songs just to see if anyone else enjoys it! Too Much Heaven b. Bee Gees

A song that makes you think of a family member - Stairway to Heaven b. Led Zeppelin. It was my great aunt's favorite song and I miss her every day (I was very close to her, one of the few people in my extended family that I cared about)

A song you know every word to - This also applies to a lot of songs😅 I guess most recently it'd be Espresso b. Sabrina Carpenter

A song from a soundtrack - Ooh there's lots of songs I enjoy from soundtracks. I'll go with I Just Can't Wait to Be King from The Lion King soundtrack (favorite Disney song ngl, Zero to Hero is a close 2nd)

A song in a language you don’t speak - I usually talk about Japanese music and sometimes Kpop so let's try a different language this time! Не вистачає кисню b. Alice Change

A song that makes you feel relaxed - I'll go with H.S b. Tom Cardy. It just makes me happy to listen to it and gives happy vibes.

A song that makes you dance - Just a Girl b. No Doubt always makes me want to reenact cheesy 80's movie "dance "let's dance and go crazy" scenes

A song from the 90s - The urge to put Running in the 90's b. Max Coveri and call it a day is so strong. (looked it up and jokes on everyone, the song came out in 1998, it counts 😎)

A song by a performer you’ve seen live - This Ain't a Scene, It's An Arms Race b. Fall Out Boy. First ever concert I ever went to was FOB back in 2016 (I think? I know I was a sophomore in highschool but I don't remember the exact date).

A song you love to sing along to - There's so many that I love singing too. I guess right now we'll go with Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) b. Eurythmics

A song you’d play for a toddler - My parents had me listening to The Rolling Stones and Guns n' Roses when I was a kid so what would I play for a toddler 🤔 Prison Song b. System of a Down. Gotta start the anarchy young 😤

A song that makes you think of an old (or current) crush - Do Re Mi b. Blackbear. I swear the relationship ended on a good note! She's the one that got me into Blackbear and that was her favorite song

A cover song - Baby Got Back b. Jonathan Colton (it's one of my favorite covers ever ngl. I also enjoy Jonathan Colton's music very much)

A song you’d play to set the mood on a date - Megalovania jokes aside, it depends on what the date is. Although, playing the Undertale soundtrack as background noise would be pretty chill (it'd also be me testing to see if my partner has good taste)

A song that makes you emotional - Susie Q b. Creedence Clearwater Revival. Typically not a sad song, but the reason behind it is a bit depressing 😅. My dad used to play guitar all the time when I was a kid and I'd request him to play that song because I loved listening to him play it so much. And then back in 2018 he had a heart attack and we learned he has diabetes. Things have gotten worse since and now his hands are really bad so he can't play guitar without bleeding. It just makes me emotional thinking that I might not be able to hear him play that song again. Like I said, a bit depressing.

(I didn't do 20 cause it's "a song you'd put on the playlist of the person who sent you this ask" and idk if there's any song I'd add to my own playlist unless you guys want to suggest songs for me to listen to!)

#behindtherando #ask game #music ask game

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bi-bard · 2 years ago

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Cut Clean from the Dream at Night Let My Mind Reset - Will Graham Imagine (Hannibal)

Title: Cut Clean from the Dream at Night Let My Mind Reset

Pairing: Will Graham X Reader

Word Count: 597 words

Warning(s): presence of alcohol

Summary: (Y/n) finds Will awake with a drink in his hand. They try to comfort him without simply forcing him into bed.

Author's Note: This is short, but I love this song.

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I hated finding Will awake late at night.

It was never going to be good. Nightmares or sleepwalking or some combination.

I found him sitting in a chair in the living room. A glass sitting in his hand as he stared out the window. He left the lights off. He didn't want to wake me.

I wish he did.

"Will," I said, walking over to his chair. "Hey, what're you doing up?"

"Sorry," he muttered, not looking at me.

"You don't need to apologize," I replied as I squatted next to his seat. "You shouldn't be drinking at... 3 in the morning."

"I'm fine."

"I didn't say you weren't," I shrugged. "I just don't want you to be sleep deprived."

I took the glass from his hand.

"Hey," he mumbled, trying to get it back from me. I chuckled at him. He looked like a toddler.

I started walking to the kitchen to pour out the rest of the drink and rinse the glass.

"I just couldn't sleep."

He leaned against the counter.

"I know," I said, reaching out to cup the side of his face. "But it's three in the morning. Booze isn't the answer."

"And what is?"

"Melatonin?"

"Because that works so well."

I sighed. He was right. Melatonin wouldn't help him much. "Come on... let's go lay down-"

"I don't... I don't want to lay down," he muttered. "Not yet."

I nodded. "Okay."

I stepped back, heading over to the radio that I had insisted on bringing with me when I moved in. It had its own little table in the dining room. I turned it on, just pressing play on whatever was in there. I chuckled at myself.

"You and that Hozier CD," Will said.

"Watch it," I chuckled. He held his hands up. "Now, come here."

He raised an eyebrow at me.

"Come on," I waved him over.

He finally sighed and walked over. I grabbed his hand when he got close enough. I guided his arms around my torso before wrapping mine around his neck.

"She's gonna save me, call me 'baby', run her hands through my hair," I mumbled along as I guided him to dance with me.

I say dance. It was more just swaying. He rested his forehead against mine.

"She'll know me crazy, soothe me daily, better yet she wouldn't care," I continued.

He hummed, letting his eyes close slowly.

"We'll steal her Lexus, be detectives, ride 'round picking up clues."

Will leaned forward, about to kiss me.

"We'll name our children Jackie and Wilson, raise 'em on rhythm and blues."

He pressed his lips to mine as the last word left my lips. I chuckled lightly against his lips as I kissed him back gently. My arms tightened around him, one hand going up to his hair.

I leaned back a bit "I love you."

I heard a hum escape his lips. "Say that again."

"I love you," I pecked his lips again. "I love you."

He cupped one side of my face and kissed me properly again. "I love you too."

"Ready to lay down," I asked.

He shrugged.

"Will... please."

"Fine."

Again, like a toddler.

I spent the rest of that night running my fingers through his hair, not letting my eyes close until his did. His arms were wrapped around my torso, face enough that I could feel his breath against my face.

I grinned at his sleeping face, happy to see him relaxed for just a few hours.

I muttered to him, "If you could see just how much I love you..."

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starlitangels · 3 years ago

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You Picked Right

Pups AU! The Shaw kiddos are back as lil teeny tiny kidlets! Not sure if this was technically a request but I treated the ask as one. About a former crazy ex of Davey’s meeting his family. And I didn’t want to take away anyone’s interpretation on Davey’s sexuality from them so... gender neutral crazy ex! 1.7k words

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David leaned against the archway that spilled the stairs out into the basement, a small smile on his face. His angel was dancing with their two children. Natalie was on his mate’s hip, held close to their torso with their arms. The two-year-old toddler was belly laughing with all the bouncing. Gabriel was “dancing” on his own. Meaning, the three-and-a-half little boy was spinning in circles with a big goofy grin on his face.

“Shake your groove thing—shake your groove thing yeah-yeah! Show ‘em how we do it now!” his mate sang along with the song playing from one of the smart speakers. They bobbed side-to-side, which only served to make Natalie laugh harder. David’s smile widened a small fraction when their wedding ring caught the light and reflected right into his eyes. Mine. My mate. Our children. My family, he thought. He couldn’t imagine being happier.

Gabriel giggled and flopped over on the basement sofa, declaring, “Dizzyyyyy!” through his giggles.

David’s mate chuckled in amusement as Gabriel covered his eyes—as vibrant green as David’s own—and wiggled on the sofa cushions like a particularly energetic worm.

God, what would I do without you three? David thought. What did I ever do before you?

From his position furthest from the speaker, and closest to the stairs, David was the only one who heard the doorbell ring upstairs. He glanced over his shoulder, debating on whether or not to go answer it. If it was a pack member they would have let him know they were coming—most likely. Unless it was an emergency.

The thought of an emergency led him to reluctantly leaving the entertaining scene of his mate and their children behind to climb the stairs and go to the front door.

Sometimes he regretted the lack of little windows on either side of the front door so he couldn’t see who was standing there. Today was one of those days. He didn’t like not knowing what to expect. He loved their house—and God knew they needed the upsize from their old house after Natalie was born—but he didn’t like the unknown.

Cautiously, he opened the door.

His mouth dropped open in surprise. “Oh. Uh... Taylor. What... what are you doing here? How... how did you find this place?”

Taylor was a former partner of David’s. His last before he met his mate. Their relationship had ended by going down in flames and it had been over seven years since he’d seen them. Though it could have been closer to nine years... David couldn’t remember exactly at the moment.

Taylor shrugged. “Just the grapevine,” they said. Somewhat evasively. Which David didn’t trust at all. David didn’t imagine Taylor had changed much since the two of them broke up. He figured their obsessive tendencies hadn’t gone anywhere.

“What are you doing here?” David repeated.

“I miss you. I know we haven’t been together for a long time, and I know our breakup was my fault. But I’ve missed you every day since we broke up. David, if you give me another chance—I promise I’m not the same as I used to be. I’ve done a lot of growing up and I still want you and—”

At that moment, Natalie emerged from where she’d been crawling up the stairs and bolted at David, slamming into the back of his leg and wrapping her arms around it. “Daddy! Dats wi’ me!” she squealed with a big smile. She still struggled to pronounce dance, so she said it as dats. David, barely taking his gaze off of Taylor, bent and picked her up, settling her gently on his hip.

Taylor blinked, looking surprised. “Who... who’s this?” they asked.

David wrapped a hand protectively over Natalie’s back, making sure it was the hand with his wedding ring on it, in Taylor’s full view. “This is my daughter,” he said.

That was the moment Gabriel caught up to his sister. “Daaad! Natty ran awa—” He reached up and clung to the hem of David’s shirt. “Who’s that, Dad?” Gabriel was staring, wide-eyed, at Taylor. And Taylor was looking down at Gabriel. At the green eyes that were undeniably David’s.

Taylor met David’s gaze again. “You... you have children.”

“Mmhmm,” David grunted, adjusting his grip on Natalie so she was only held up by one arm so he could put a hand on the back of Gabriel’s head, holding his son against his leg. “Kids, this is Taylor. An old friend.” His kids were too young to understand the concept of an ex, and David didn’t miss the way Taylor’s eyes flashed when he said friend.

Gabriel waved politely, still ducked more timidly behind David’s leg. “Hi,” he said softly. Taylor surprised David a bit by waving back.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Taylor asked David.

David’s eyes narrowed slightly but he managed not to scoff. “Because we haven’t spoken in seven years, at least,” he replied shortly, tightening his grip on both children. Natalie squirmed—then met Taylor’s eyes and ducked to hide her face in David’s shoulder.

“What’s going on? I look around and suddenly everyone has left me alone, dancing by myself,” David’s mate exclaimed, cresting the top of the stairs. They approached the front door and scooped Gabriel up from behind David’s leg, setting him on their hip. They leaned over and kissed David’s cheek. “Hi there,” they added to Taylor.

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The stranger at the door’s eyes widened slightly. “And you are?” they asked, voice tight. I scrunched my eyes slightly as Davey shifted his weight so he was slightly blocking me from the visitor’s view. Protective, to the end.

“This is my mate,” he said to the visitor. He glanced at me. “Angel, this is Taylor.”

Ah. I’d heard David’s stories about Taylor. His obsessive ex. Ash referred the tales as “horror stories” and liked to give his version of things—while Davey rolled his eyes because Ash’s version tended to paint David as an idiot. Probably for entertainment value. Ash certainly didn’t have to try too hard to get me and his mate to laugh when he told them.

I held Gabriel tighter against my side with one arm and held a hand out to shake Taylor’s trying to be polite. “Nice to meet you.” I’d set Gabriel on my right hip, so I extended my left hand.

Taylor shook it tentatively, eyeing my wedding ring.

I could practically see them turning green. That little envy monster rearing its head inside.

“Were you just stopping by to say hello?” I asked, plastering an obviously-fake smile on my face, making it obvious I was pretending to be polite while the look in my eyes was very much back off. This is my mate and not yours. Davey was still slightly ahead of me, so I couldn’t see his expression well, but I imagined it was similar.

Taylor’s eyes flicked between me and Davey—then briefly at our children. “I... I...” They clenched their jaw and stormed away, heading down the porch steps and toward the street.

David blinked a few times before firmly shutting—and locking—the front door. He moved to set Natalie down, but she clung to his shirt. “Daaaddy! Dats wi’ meee!” she insisted.

David chuckled. “Of course, baby girl. C’mon.” He took her back downstairs.

Gabriel tugged on the collar of my shirt. Politely. Unobtrusively. We hadn’t tried to teach him how to get our attention gently, it was something he’d just had in him. God knew he didn’t get that from me. I imagined it was something in David’s genetics from one of his parents. David didn’t know a lot about his mom, but from what I’d heard about Gabe, my son might have inherited his softer, gentler nature from his grandfather.

“What is it, sweetie?” I asked.

“Who was that, really?”

Three-and-a-half and smart as a whip.

“You know how me and Daddy are married?” I asked. Gabriel nodded. “Well, before we were married, we were dating. That person was someone your dad was dating before he and I met.”

“He loved them?”

Apparently David and Taylor hadn’t dated for very long—half-a-year, at best—so I couldn’t speak to that. “Maybe,” I said. “C’mon. Let’s go dance. Uncle Ash, his spouse, and Evie should be here soon and then we can really get this party started.”

Gabriel nodded.

—

David sat Natalie on his lap in the rocking chair in her room, picking up the small basket of kids’ books next to the chair. “Okay, baby girl. Which one do you want me to read to you?”

She grabbed a large book with a purple border around a small portrait of a mermaid. “Dis one!”

David chuckled. She had this version of The Little Mermaid memorized, and still she asked for it almost every night. “Okay,” he said, setting the book down next to the chair again.

He opened the thick cover and flipped past the copyright and dedication pages to the actual story.

“Daddy?” Natalie piped up before he could start reading.

“Yeah?”

Natalie squirmed until she could turn around enough to mostly face him. Her big eyes—his mate’s eyes—looked up at him. “You picked right,” she said, nodding as if she’d just given him the answer to life, the universe, and everything.

“What do you mean, baby girl?”

She sighed dramatically and pointed to the small picture frame on her wall. A picture of their family. “You picked right,” she repeated, more insistently. “Gabe said you used to love the person at the door today. But you picked right, not picking them.” She was too young to notice when David flinched at her calling her brother Gabe, but her mouth had a hard time forming all of Gabriel.

David smiled and brushed her damp-from-her-bath short hair out of her face. “Thanks, baby girl. I’m glad I picked my mate too. Because now we have you and Gabriel.”

She smiled. David bent down to kiss her on the forehead. She straightened up and kissed his cheek with a loud, “Mwah!” David chuckled.

She spun back around so she was facing forward, looking at the book. “Mermaid! Please?”

“Of course, baby girl.”

#that opening scene was me projecting my MOM hard onto Angel lol XD #Redacted ASMR #fic #Pups AU #Redacted David #Redacted Angel #David Shaw #Angel #David #Natalie Shaw #Gabriel D. Shaw #Starlit Fic

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sdv-mostly-shane · 4 years ago

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Hello! January is birthday month for my children, and now that we got the last one down, time to get right back in ~ In the spirit of parenthood, here’s some Stardew Parent Headcannons of all the marriage candidates -

Stardew Valley Imagines : Parent Headcannons

Bachelors

Alex

The kind of dad to be at every appointment/interview/inspection and cry at every point of progress “we’re one step closer to our beautiful baby”

Will absolutely cry once he holds that baby, and will have a hard time letting them go to his partner

Baby wearing extraordinaire- has multiple options for different occasions

Matching track suits to hide the fact that they were both a hot mess that morning trying to get out the door, but they did it, so time to celebrate

Would ironically have a brainiac child that he is absolutely enamoured with and admires - he sits at their little table, spilling out of the tiny chair, but refuses to budge because his baby is telling him about the water cycle of the Earth, and he doesn’t want to miss a thing

Elliot

A very ‘hands off’ parent - will observe them at play and not pressure them in any particular way

Probably a Waldorf dad

Sits his babies in his lap every night to read- they are the first ones he tests out a new limerick on, and respects their criticisms as much as their praise

Lots of evening walks down the sea shore and the forest edge.

Out of the bachelors, I think would be the most sensitive/attune to them, and would be great at breaking down their complex emotions and thoughts, and would especially be so with any neurodivergent children.

Harvey

The type to plop down a stack of parenting and pediatric books on the dining room table as soon as you two have decided to welcome children into your lives

Is the one to show the farmer how to change a diaper

In fact, just count Harvey as the one to be the party planning, baby book filling, milestone documenting professional. He’s got it covered.

Loves the newborn stage, is terrified of toddlerhood, but then back in control once they’re like 6. And then terrified again once they are teenagers (his kids actually consider him a friend as well as a father and actually enjoy hanging out with him (sometimes))

100% a helicopter parent, but more so the ‘I love you so much I don’t want you to ever experience any pain’ type of way

Sam

Probably has an accidental love child at one point

You can find him in bed with the baby, singing songs together, while he spikes the baby’s hair nice and tall

Do you honestly think this young man would not use every dad joke ever known? Because he would- and he would find them all absolutely hilarious

The fun dad that will also actively try to embarrass his kids in front of their friends

Keeps his kids home for “sick days” to sit on the couch together, no pants, no homework, and all laughter.

Sebastian

Would be stressed when they are newborns, but relax as they get older. By the time they’re teens, he would have cultivated a very trust and respect-based relationship with them where his kids are comfortable telling him anything

You’ll find him quietly at every event, game, recital, competition, imaginable. Supporting his children with his presence and then taking them out that evening to do something fun, crazy, or maybe even a little dangerous

His most fond parenting moments are when the baby is in their bouncer right besides him, happily babbling away and smiling at him, while he does his work at the computer. Quality time is his baby love language.

The type of dad to patiently and honestly answer his children’s millions of questions about anything and everything.

Will absolutely take them out to splash in the puddles when it rains (but then will also send them straight to the bath)

Shane

Is already pretty experienced in the parenting realm, but is thrown into a whole new adventure with the newborn phase. Finds himself to truly LOVE babies and toddlers

“Hm, can’t sleep? Let’s go get a snack.” “But dad, it’s 1AM” “I do this all the time, don’t worry. Just don’t tell [parent]”

Would let his kids roam free, but only if he is supervising, and is actually kinda strict/short. Absolutely fears losing his children and will do anything and everything to make sure they grow up safe and cared for.

A very stressed daddy but only because he loves his children so much that he would die if anything happened to them

The best cuddler out of all the bachelor parents. Wanna soft spot to curl up on the couch? He’s already passed out with his head back, snoring. His nice pudgy ‘dad’ belly makes the perfect pillow to rest baby heads on while he reads a book.

Bachelorettes

Abigail

The fun parent.

The kind that wakes up early on a Saturday with their kids, just as excited as they are, to eat sugar cereal and watch a show together.

Is always down to play (especially play fight). Will (endearingly) spook their partner a bit when they rough house because Abby has that wild feral look in her eye too often

The competitive parent that gets just a liiiitle too involved in whatever sport/organization/fair/et.al that the child is partaking in-all in good fun, of course.

I can picture her taking her child out to the forest, late at night, to lay on the soft moss. She’d tell them about monsters, lore, crystals, and everything supernatural and mystic. Whispering in the dark as they point up to the stars and laugh and laugh and laugh

Emily

Hippy granola mom to a T - have you seen her “organic quinoa and fresh goat milk” quote? She’d do anything to provide the best that nature has to offer her children

While her disposition toward her children is incredibly loving and free-spirited, she would probably be very resposible and stressed about doing right for her children

Would absolutely take her children by the hand, in various states of dress (jammies? Okay. Just a diaper? Alright. Ballgown? Let’s go), out to the forest with handmade woven baskets to collect all the gifts from the Earth that they can find

Absolutely the Craft Mom - she’d be all about enrichment, sensory play, and fostering a creative spirit

Tells the best stories. After bedtime routine, will sit with her children in thrir bed, and will tell stories of magic, of love, and of adventure. Her kids, eyes bright, won’t want the night to end, because mom is showing us how much wonder and mystery is in the world

Haley

So gentle and so sweet with her kids, but can send them running with just a ‘look’

Would be a nervous wreck the first go round, but an absolute master by the time the second comes around

Helicopter parent that obsesses over every milestone, growth, and accomplishment of their child. SO proud of them and can’t wait to praise them and brag about them.

The wonder parent that can do it all while looking absolutely breathtaking. She makes it look easy once she gets the hang of it

Can’t you just picture her and her baby girl in matching flowy Daisy sundresses dresses with pink ribbons in their beautiful blonde curls, chasing after each other barefoot in the fields, while the golden grass dances in the wind- gah I love this pretty pretty princess so much.

Leah

Cool Wine mom that drives a Subaru

Would absolutely read her child to bed every night, until they fell asleep.

Her transition into motherhood was flawless. She’s a natural parent who just loves in abundance

Soooo many nature walks, hikes, and camping trips. Always accompanied with a picnic basket, quiet peacefulness, and heart to hearts about whatever is going on in their life.

The definition of free-range parenting, encouraging self discovery and independence. Yeah, she’ll always step in when needed with some kind encouragement or advice, but would much rather watch her children learn about the world on their own terms

Maru

The do-it-all parent. Signs up for activities, projects, school boards, committees, and teams. Is actually on time, prepared, and succeeds in all of these.

The most prepared and responsible out of any of the parents. Always has snacks in her diaper bag and a first aid kit

Did someone say routine/chore chart

Would show love for her children through learning and new experiences-the best part about being a parent for her is watching her child’s brain turning and working as they think about the environment in front of them. At her best, her kids think she is incredibly fun and they have a blast doing anything and everything with her

Not exactly tender/overly affectionate with her kids, but absolutely concerned about being the best mom she can be by having balance of learning, play, discipline, and love.

Penny

Literally just Miss Honey from Matilda

Pinterest mom. All the crafts, DIYs, bento boxes with cute little caterpillar grapes-you name it, she’s already done it AND packed your backpack and laid your clothes out for you.

Can be heard saying “well the pediatrician said...” “hm well that’s not what dr alberts book said to do” among other “first time mom”things

Can be incredibly anxious worrying about their child’s development and well being. She’s been around kids her entire life, but this is HER child? This one doesn’t go home at the end of the day? Everything has to be absolutely perfect

The most sentimental-would absolutely weep going through the baby box to pull out the teeny tiny booties and smelling the baby blanket - “they were just SO TINY- we need another one NOW.”

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itslieutenanthawkeye · 3 years ago

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Day 3 of Jeankasa Smut Week 2021: Interruptions

"A Crowded Home"

Ao3

With peace celebrations taking place, Mikasa and Jean's apartment is a bit more crowded than usual.

Disclaimer: This contains explicit smut. Please make sure to practice safe sex.

Mikasa fanned herself by the side of the crib, her eyes half-shut. Summers had become warmer with the passing of the years, and this one was a particularly hot one. She’d put the crib by the window and turned the fan on, but still, hot beads of sweat ran down her forehead. Their baby girl didn’t seem too warm, thankfully. She was sleeping in her yellow onesie, looking like the cutest kid in the entire world, but that was nothing new.

“Is she asleep?” Jean asked from the door, walking in with a bundle in his arms. Mikasa turned to look at him and nodded. “Our little guy is hungry, by the way, and he’s not latching onto the bottle.”

“Here, let me have him,” Mikasa said, and Jean placed their baby into her arms with a dexterity proper of a good father. He was only five months old, but he was just as clever as his dad. Their little boy found her breast quick, and latched.

Jean sat at her side, taking the fan from her and using it to air both her and the baby. “He’s such a mama’s boy,”

“Just like a man I know,” Mikasa pointed out, arching an eyebrow before planting a kiss on his cheek. “He loves you, a lot.”

“I know,” Jean said, rubbing their chubby little baby’s head. He casted a glance at the crib, smiling. “She went to sleep fast.”

“Can you blame her?” Mikasa sighed and looked at the pile of dirty clothes on the corner. “Connie’s gonna wash all of that. He had the idea to do the mud wars.”

Jean snorted, this time giving her a kiss. “I already told him.”

Their little apartment had been more cramped than usual. With Annie and Armin sharing the living room with Connie, Levi and Falco taking over the baby’s room and Gabi in their spare room, they’d had to move the baby’s crib to their little girl’s room. “Is everyone asleep?”

“Yes,” Jean said, running a hand across their baby’s head. He kissed his head, then went to kiss the curve of her neck. “We should put him in bed, don’t you think? The bathtub is finally empty.”

“What are you suggesting?” Mikasa said, aware already of what he was suggesting.

“I could wash your back. I could give you a massage,” he said with a wink. He put his hand on her shoulder and gave her a little squeeze, which she gladly welcomed. His hands were nice and large, perfect for rubbing her all over. “Just put the little guy in his crib. You need rest, don’t you?”

“You need rest too,” she said in a low voice, closing her eyes. “You’ve been doing all the work with the council, have you not? You need the sleep more than I do.”

“What I need is you,” Jean said. She handed him their baby, now soundly asleep, and Jean put him in his crib. Mikasa peeked in and confirmed he had his eyes shut. People often said he looked like her, but all Mikasa could see in him was his father’s face.

“He’s beautiful,” she said, closing her eyes when Jean put his hands on her shoulders and rubbed again. “He looks just like his dad.”

“We make pretty babies, don’t we?” he whispered in her ear, making the hairs of her nape stick out in pleasure.

“The prettiest,” she agreed, smiling. She tilted her head back, closing her eyes and inviting him to kiss her. Jean leaned forward, pressing his lips to her. “Are you sure the bathtub is empty?”

“Yes,”

“And no one will hear?”

Jean smiled, brushing the hair away from her neck. “It’ll be our secret…if you stay quiet enough.”

“I’m always quiet,”

“You never are.”

Their mouths met again in a tired dance of longing. She knew what he wanted to do in the bathtub, and she wanted it as well, but something told her their lovemaking tonight would be short. A short dance to remove the longing those weeks of a full house had caused. “I love you, Mikasa.”

Their baby stirred in his sleep, and she and Jean exchanged a panicked look before stepping out of the room. Short and sweet it would be, but she needed Jean raw inside her, and all the people in their house plus the babies had barely given them time with each other the past weeks.

They had visited the island for peace celebrations, and their little girl’s birthday, and although she adored Armin like her own brother, she sometimes wished he and Levi had taken Reiner and Pieck’s example and taken up Historia’s invitation to house them in one of her country manors.

Grabbing him by the hand, Mikasa pulled him into their bathroom. The scent of oils and herbs hit her the moment she opened the door, and one look at the bubbles and the two glasses of wine told her he’d prepared this beforehand.

Jean closed the door behind her and Mikasa turned to face him, eyes closed, lips slightly pouted in anticipation. He held her by the shoulders and placed another lazy, long kiss on her lips. “You really meant the relaxing part, did you not?”

“Yes, I did,” Jean said, smiling as he pressed his forehead against hers. “We’ve been having a rough couple of weeks, with all the celebrations and the crazy folk running around town. It’s time you get a rest, Mrs. Kirstein.”

A little moan escaped her throat at that. “I like it when you get possessive.”

Despite their tiredness, Jean’s smile was wickedly flirty. “Here, let me.”

He undressed her slowly and deliberate, taking her in as if he were enjoying some sort of heavenly feast with his eyes. First, her shirt and skirt and boots. When she stood in her underwear, he went slower still, taking his time to rub every bit of her, to kiss every inch.

Mikasa threw her head back when he lowered her panties and heard him moan from the very bottom of his throat. “Onto the rim, please,” Jean requested, his voice polite, as if he were requesting something from a queen. “I want to eat all of you, Mikasa.”

The yelp that escaped her was pleading, anxious to have his tongue on her folds, licking all of her wetness. Mikasa sat on the edge of the bathtub, spreading her legs apart for him, using her legs to spread the folds of her pussy for him.

Jean kneeled in front of her, his eyes fiery, and Mikasa couldn’t help but to feel an animal sort of possessiveness. Those eyes were hers, that desire, that delicious tongue that knew how to move perfectly to give her as much pleasure as possible…it all belonged to her.

“Make me feel good, Jean,” she asked, stroking his chin sweetly. “Please, make me come.”

Jean smiled and gave her hand a fleeting kiss. “I adore you, Ackerman. I’ll make you feel good as many times as I can.”

His tongue gave her a tentative little lick, which was enough for Mikasa to bring her hands up to her mouth and bite down on her skin. Their apartment was crowded; she didn’t want anyone to hear her…and she was loud enough to begin with.

“I love you,” she whispered as Jean buried his tongue inside her slit, his nose doing funny, fantastic little movements against her pulsing clitoris. His tongue came out of her and was replaced by two fingers, which hooked inside her to that rugged spot that made pleasure ten times more enjoyable. And his tongue…oh, his marvelous tongue stroked at her clitoris, his saliva and her juices mixing in the naughtiest rhythmless song.

“Hello?” the childish little voice that accompanied the knocking made both her and Jean perk up. “Mommy? Are you in?”

“My robe,” Mikasa urged, thanking heavens that they’d locked the door. Moving as quick as if he had his gear on, Jean threw the robe in her direction and went to rinse his mouth at the sink. She caught the robe in the air and, with the agility she’d had from her teenage years as a soldier, Mikasa wrapped it around herself. She went to the door, then opened it slightly, encountering her cute little toddler. “Hey, sweetie. How did you get out of the crib?”

“Mama,” their little girl said. “Are you taking a bath?”

“Yes, I am,” Mikasa said. Her daughter outstretched her hands in her direction, and Mikasa’s chest filled with warmth at the sight of her chubby hands opening and closing, asking her to lift her without words. She took her in her arms and pressed her against her chest, where Sasha rested her tiny little head. “You should be sleeping, you know.”

“Bath,” she said, pointing inside, smiling when she saw the water. “Bubbles, mama,”

“Yes, bubbles,” Mikasa said, giving her a kiss on her chubby cheek.

“Papa,” Sasha said, pointing at her dad with another huge smile. “Papa made bubbles.”

“He did,” Jean replied, taking a handful of the bubbles and putting them around his mouth. “Papa made a bubble beard.”

Sasha laughed, delighted, her childish little voice echoing in the apartment. “Silly.”

“Hey,” Jean said, grabbing more bubbles and stepping close to put some on her face. “Now you’re silly too, little girl.”

Sasha laughed again as her tiny hands went to the foam on her face, anxious to explore more textures. She was a curious little thing, with smart eyes and keen ears to everything around her, and an almost supernatural instinct to know where she and Jean were at all times. Mikasa still wasn’t sure if it was some sort of remnant from the Ackerman genes.

“Mama, bath,” she said, pointing at the water with a chubby finger.

“You want another bath?” Mikasa asked, brushing some of her light brown hair away from her face. Sasha looked exactly like her, when it came to bone structure and the shape of their faces. But as for the hair and eyes, she carried her father’s hazel and light brown tone of hair. “Baby, you already had one earlier.”

Sasha leaned her little face against her chest again. “I’m warm, mama,”

Mikasa closed her eyes, almost overwhelmed by the sweetness of her little girl. How she had managed to create someone so perfect, so sweet and happy, Mikasa still didn’t understand. She pressed her cheek against Sasha’s head, noticing she was warmer than usual.

“Jean,” Mikasa said seriously. “She does feel warm. Fever warm.”

Jean frowned and stepped closer, putting the back of his hand against their daughter’s forehead. “She is,” he said, suddenly concerned. “Do you think she’s coming down with anything? She might’ve caught a cold.”

“I don’t know,” Mikasa said, switching Sasha’s weight from one arm to the other. “Sweetie, are you feeling good?”

“My head hurts, mommy,” Sasha said, and Mikasa and Jean exchanged another look of concern.

“I’ll get your kit,” he said, switching from the passionate lover to the concerned father in the fraction of a second. Mikasa still didn’t know which side of him she liked the most, and perhaps she would never figure that out. “Also, apple juice?”

“Yes,” Mikasa said, unbuttoning their daughter’s onesie. “I’ll bathe her quick.”

“Sure thing,” Jean said, springing into action.

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Jean could barely keep his eyes open. Sasha’s fever had finally dwindled, but it had taken them a whole night of watching over her to manage it. He hated seeing his children sick, and he feared that cold, awful terror that enveloped his heart every time he imagined them sick or injured would never fully go away when it came to them.

“Hey,” Connie said, sitting by his side while carrying the baby in his hands. “I got him to latch onto the bottle.”

“Connie you bastard,” Jean replied, giving his little boy a kiss on the forehead. “How is it that you can mange him to drink from the bottle and not me?”

“Maybe he wants me to be his papa,” Connie joked, winking in Jean’s direction before turning to do a funny face at the baby. “Yes, you do, don’t you? You want your mama to marry uncle Connie. Let Jean pay all the alimony, yes?”

“Shut up, Springer, you’ve got a girlfriend,” Jean snorted, unable to keep his gaze from his son. He was such a beautiful, strong boy, the perfect image of his mother. Both of their children looked exactly like Mikasa, only Sasha had inherited his hazel eyes and the color of his hair. “Thanks for helping me feed him, by the way.”

“Not a problem,” Connie said, giving their room a look. “It’s the least I could do, considering it’s my fault little Sasha’s ill.”

“It’s not at all,” Jean said, shaking his head, giving his son another kiss. He was so soft and cute, and if Jean could, he would stay home every day just to carry him and Sasha in his arms. “It was the heat, and the games. She’s still a kid, she’ll get better in no time.”

“I hope so,” Connie said, stroking his finger against the baby’s cheek. “Ah, you two make the most adorable kids. I’m coming more often to babysit,”

“Thanks, Connie,”

“When are you having a third one?” he blurted out. “Uncle Connie wants a football team.”

“Uncle Connie can start having his own children,” Jean laughed, taking his son into his arms, moving him the way he’d learned long ago. Jean gave him another kiss and he smiled at him, moving his tiny little arm, as if trying to find something. Jean offered him his finger, and his son took it without problems, giving a soft baby laughter that almost brought tears to his eyes.

“I love these two so much,” Jean said. “I’d make ten babies with her, if I could.”

“What’s stopping you?” Connie snorted.

“I’m strong, but ten is a bit too much,” Mikasa said, coming from the room and sitting next to Jean. She gave their son a kiss on the cheek, and he let go of Jean’s fingers and began to flail his little arms in Mikasa’s direction.

“I just love how he’s a mama’s boy,” Jean laughed, kissing their child again before handing him to Mikasa. “I don’t blame you, little guy, I want to be with her all the time, too.”

“Do you guys want me to hold him?” Connie asked. “Give you guys time to sleep.”

“Would you really not mind?” Mikasa said, moving their baby against her breast, lulling him back to sleep.

“It’ll give me practice,” he said, offering his arms to Mikasa. “I’ve got eight months to practice,”

Jean exchanged a look with Mikasa, then both stared at Connie with wide eyes. “No way, Connie.”

He nodded excitedly, looking as proud as Jean had felt the moment when Mikasa had told him about her first pregnancy. Men were dumb, Jean thought idly, as if he or Connie were the ones to carry a child for a whole nine months.

“Congratulations, Connie,” Mikasa said. “I didn’t think you—”

“It was a surprise baby, like yours,” Connie laughed as he took their son in his arms, who barely stirred from his sleep. Jean frowned; why was it that his son was only ever restless with him? He felt asleep so easily with Connie and Armin, and even Levi. What was wrong with him? “I’ll take him to his crib and read a book there. Is Sasha asleep?”

“She is, finally,” Mikasa said.

“Then the living room is all yours, lovers,” Connie said, with an outrageously exaggerated whisper. “Have fun but don’t be loud.”

“you think he’ll do alright? We need to visit Monica, make some sort of guidebook for him. Connie’s mom is older, she’ll need some help…” Mikasa said as Connie entered their baby room, turning to face Jean. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, perfect,” Jean said, although not too convincingly.

“Your son gets excited when he knows you’re around, haven’t you noticed?” she said, scooting closer to him on the couch. “Jean, he adores you. Even when he was inside me, he would always kick so hard whenever you touched him.”

“Why can’t he fall asleep with me?”

“Haven’t you seen how he stares at you?” Mikasa replied, kissing his neck, then his chin, as her other hand undid the first three buttons of his shirt. “He can’t stop looking at you. Didn’t you see how tight he was gripping your finger? He’s more a papa’s boy than he’s a mama’s boy.”

“I just want to be a good dad,” Jean said. “What kind of dad am I if he can’t even latch onto a bottle when I hold him?”

“Jean, we’re tired and you’re overthinking,” she said, pressing her body against his arm, bringing all his attention to her. She leaned forward, kissing the back of his ear with a sweet, sexy smile on her face. “Please, don’t overthink. Our children adore you and you are a great father. I adore you.”

He turned so he could cup her face with his hand. “You do?”

“I do,” she said, closing her eyes. Jean took that invitation and joined his mouth with hers. She opened her lips, allowing his tongue to enter her, to rub up against her own. “I adore you, Jean Kirstein.”

“I adore you even more,” he said, enveloping her whole with his arms. Mikasa was a tall woman, but he still took a sort of stupid, manly pride in knowing that he was tall enough to envelop her tightly in his limbs. “I adore you so much, my love.”

“You’re making it a competition,” she laughed as her kisses strayed to his chin, then his neck, her hands agile and quick, unbuttoning his shirt until his chest was exposed in the early morning light. “Everyone is out in the city, and Connie isn’t coming out of the bedroom in a while,”

“He’ll give us at least forty minutes,” Jean replied with a soft chuckle. “Sasha’s asleep?”

“And I closed the door, we’ll hear her opening it if she wakes up,” she assured him.

“You got anything in mind to pass time?”

“I have something,” she said, pressing her open palm against his chest, pushing him against the couch. “Sit back, please.”

Jean did as she requested, watching her in anticipation, already guessing what she was going to do. Mikasa’s hands unfastened his belt as she kissed him, and her nimble fingers found the buttons on his pants quick as always. When her hand dipped inside his underpants, Jean was already hard as a rock.

She pulled out his cock, giving it long, slow strokes that urged growls from deep inside his chest. “You’ve barely slept,” Jean said in a poor attempt at convincing her he didn’t desperately need her. “Don’t you want to—”

“No,” Mikasa said seriously, her strokes hard and steady. “I want this.”

“You’re just a filthy girl, aren’t you?” Jean joked, which was met with a soft snort from her part, since she was still so focused on the constant rubbing on his dick. “You’ve no idea how much I want you now, Mikasa.”

His wife smiled at him, leaning forward to give him a quick kiss on the chin before her mouth trailed downwards. Jean’s body shivered hole when she gave a little suck to both of his nipples before placing a kiss on the head of his dick, and it trembled even more when he watched her lap at the liquid accumulating on the tip.

“Open up,” he asked, stroking the back of her head. Mikasa did as he requested without a response, and she lowered herself down onto the whole length of him, sucking as she came back up. Jean breathed heavily, feeling her throat expand to welcome him, then feeling her mouth tighten as she sucked him gently when he pulled out. “You’re brilliant at that,”

“I know,” Mikasa replied, coming back down onto him.

“Are you going to let me fuck your face?” Jean asked. His words were met with an outrageously flirty gaze from her part.

“And you’re going to cum on my mouth,” she said, putting his cock back in her mouth.

Jean moaned and held her by the head, and she allowed him to guide her in speed, only choking a little bit on his length. She pulled him out and spat on his cock, stroked at it hard while it was still wet, then gave him more steady sucking as she stroked, while her free hand was busy massaging his balls.

Jean held her by the head as she moved steadily, pushing him further and further into the pool of pleasure that was her body. At a point, he lifted her skirt and introduced two fingers into her wet, expectant hole.

He tilted his head back and moved his fingers the way she loved, adoring those moans that were stifled by his cock. He would give her pleasure back in full as soon as she was finished with him, but he had to wonder if she would let him or she would just get him hard again to make love…

“We’re home,” Armin announced, opening the door to the living room just as Mikasa came back up to show him her mouth filled with his cum. Armin gave a little squeal and covered his eyes, while Mikasa covered her mouth with both hands and Jean used his loose sleeve to wipe off the droplets of semen that had spilled down her neck.

Luckily for them, Annie and Armin’s line of view was blocked by the backrest of the couch, but they were not stupid, and the two of them had been married for a long time. Surely, both blonds and captain Levi behind them had figured out precisely what he and Mikasa had been doing.

“Don’t you have children in the house?” Levi said angrily, limping his way in with the help of Gabi and Falco.

“They’re asleep!” Jean snapped, buttoning back his pants. “Why don’t you guys ring the bell?”

“You gave us a key, dimwit,” Levi said.

“Why are you doing it in the middle of your living room?!” Annie demanded.

“Who was doing it?” Pieck asked from the hallways.

“Who do you think?” Levi grumbled, settling on the armchair nearest to him. “Which are the two people who can’t keep their hands off each other ever since they became a couple?”

Gabi smiled as she settled Levi onto the armchair. “You and Onya—”

“Shh, Gabi,” Falco said, grabbing her and Reiner and taking them to the balcony.

“What are you all doing here?” Mikasa asked, badly contained sexual frustration in her voice.

“We’re sorry,” Pieck said, coming in the door while carrying a box full of food. “Gabi suggested we had dinner tonight here. We’ll cook, so you two don’t have to move an inch.”

“Are you planning on a buffet?” Jean asked, still too aroused between the legs to do anything other than sit and wait for the effect of Mikasa’s lips on his to wear off. “Why did you guys bring in so much food?”

“We’d thought it would be a way to say thanks to you guys,” Falco replied, his cheeks colored red.

“Your mom is coming too, tonight,” Levi said, giving Gabi a thank you nod as she propped his leg up on another chair.

“Let me guess, I’m supposed to go pick everyone and bring them back here?” Jean asked.

“You’re the one with a car,” Pieck said, shrugging.

“We’re filling up your pantry, Kirstein, don’t be such a grump,” Reiner shouted in from the balcony.

Jean leaned onto his knees, giving Mikasa a sideways glance and noticing her discreetly rearranging her clothes. Even with her shirt on, he could tell her nipples were still hardened. “All those hotels, all those hotels for nothing.”

“What was that, Jeanbo?” Reiner asked.

“Fuck off,” Jean said, then noticed the distinct creaking of the room to their door opening.

“Auntie Pieck!” Sasha shouted, running in from their room, looking blessedly fresher than the night before, imbued with energy again. Pieck put the box of food on the nearest table and lifted Sasha into her arms. It might’ve been something that laid hidden in her Ackerman genes, but colds didn’t last long at all. He only hoped their baby boy would grow the same way.

“Hey,” Mikasa said, leaning closer to kiss him on the temple. “Just a few more days.”

“I could have them all year in the island,” Jean replied, turning his face so he could peck her lips quickly, taking an advantage from the buzz that had taken over the apartment. “I could be a gracious host if they’d gotten a hotel.”

“I know,” Mikasa said with a smile, brushing the hair away from his face, and the love in her eyes was all Jean needed for his mood to dissipate. “We should stop trying to sneak around while our home is so crowded.”

“We should,” Jean agreed, smiling in defeat. “We’re acting like silly teenagers.”

Now it was Mikasa’s turn to agree. “We are.”

“I can’t help it when you’re this pretty,” Jean said, cupping her face again.

“I promise I’ll be all yours when we’re less crowded,” Mikasa assured him, planting a kiss on his forehead, then one on each of his cheeks.

“Are you two gonna fuck right in front of us now?” Levi asked from his chair.

Little Sasha giggled in Pieck’s arms “What is fu—”

“It’s nothing!” Pieck squealed happily, glaring in Levi’s direction for a second before turning her attention back to Sasha. “You want to make an apple pie, baby?”

Sasha clapped her hands and beamed. “Yes!”

“There are children here, captain.” Mikasa said, glaring in Levi’s direction.

“I know, sorry,” he said, admitting reluctantly, for once, that he’d screwed up. “You two remember that as well.”

Mikasa came to her feet, looking serious but not angered. She was much more patient with their guests than he was, something for which Jean was thankful. He watched her scold Levi for a little while before going over to where Pieck, Gabi and their daughter had began setting things to bake the pie, feeling a stupid little grin spread over his face.

On the balcony, Reiner, Armin and Falco were setting up a grill he guessed they’d brought over from the continent. Yes, the apartment was crowded, but at least everyone was there, and, for the time being, everything was at peace.

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Mikasa looked at herself in the mirror once again. It had been a while since the last time she’d worn something so fancy, and Pieck had insisted that a low-cut cleavage was very stylish nowadays in the continent, while Gabi had insisted that pink was Mikasa’s color.

She’d never been knowledgeable when it came to style and colors, but Mikasa had to admit she liked the way she looked. The pink fabric shone a little under the mansion’s lights, and she’d brushed her hair until it was black as night itself. And despite that she’d never been vain, pretty was the only adjective that came to her mind when she caught her reflection in the mirror.

Of course, her pretty was different now than as ten years ago. Now, the muscles in her arms had given way to soft flesh, still strong, but not as razor-sharp as before. Her breasts were fuller due to the new baby, and she could no longer see the marks of her abs through the clothes. It was all product of change, of the spring that had come to her life after everything had burned down.

The ballroom was beautiful, much like every other celebration they’d attended hosted by Historia. Despite the hanging chandeliers, the servants dressed in a hundred different colors, and the ambassadors gathered in their fancy traditional garments, Mikasa’s eyes went to the stage.

She’d decided to not partake in the ceremony; she’d had enough politics for a lifetime, but she’d insisted that Jean participated. After all, there had to be at least one representative from their family up there.

“They look good,” Falco said as Historia went and presented the medals to each of the people who had been involved with the peace accords years ago.

“You two look good, too,” Mikasa said, looking at him and Gabi, who wore clothes of matching blue. Falco blushed, uttering a thank you that was mostly mumbling, and she turned her attention back to the stage.

Despite that she’d stayed at the back, Jean caught sight of her immediately. He looked so handsome in his formal suit, with his hair slicked back and his face shaved. Her husband smiled from where he stood, in an expression so flirty that Mikasa had to wring her hands together. There was something in his eyes, an idea, an idea Mikasa had the suspicion that she would enjoy it to no end.

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Jean found her by one of the fountains out in the gardens, taking to Gabi while holding a glass of water in her hands. She looked gorgeous, simply gorgeous, with that pink dress and her hair loose. There was a pink collar to match her clothes resting against her neck, but that didn’t draw his attention away from the cleavage, which could’ve been scandalous if it had been a couple of centimeters lower.

“Hey,” he said, intertwining his fingers with hers. “How are you liking the party, Gabi?”

“It’s fun,” Gabi said, stuffing another shrimp inside her mouth. “I can’t keep count of how many of these I’ve had.”

“And how are you, you gorgeous little thing?” he said against her ear.

“You looked nice on stage,” she said, resting her head against his shoulder.

“You looked better, though,” with all the organizing he and Armin had done, he hadn’t seen her before the ceremony. So, the vision of her in her fancy clothes had stirred that badly hidden desire he’d pent up all these days.

Everyone would be gone in a couple of days, back to their lives on the continent or their lives as diplomats, and they would have the apartment to themselves again. But he wanted her now.

“We got a call, you know.”

Mikasa looked at him. “Your mom?” she asked, concerned. “Did something happen to the kids?”

“I don’t think so,” he said, frowning and feigning innocence. “But we need to go inside to call them back. It sounded urgent.”

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Mikasa moaned, clutching the face that was kneeled in front of her, buried under her skirt. “You’re a liar,” she said, but her complaints were muffled by the constant movement of his tongue against her pussy. “You’re a cheeky man,”

“I know,” he replied, closing his eyes as he parted her folds, sinking his finger inside her as his mouth kept working the pleasure spots in between her legs. “I’m a bad, naughty man.”

“Yes,” Mikasa said, bringing both hands up to her mouth to muffle her voice. He hadn’t dragged her to the reception, but to one of the many fancy bathrooms in the mansion, one that had cushioned chairs and large mirrors as an antechamber for the actual bathrooms.

As soon as they’d gone in, he’d pushed her gently onto one of the armchairs, and he’d spread her open to eat her whole. He dipped another finger in, then a third one before twitching them quickly inside her as his tongue moved against her clit, making her squeal. She covered her mouth again,

“We’re far from everyone,” he said, kissing her inner thighs while his fingers moved inside her. “You can be loud, Mikasa,”

She didn’t remove her hands from her mouth. Jean smiled at that. “Do you think you’re going to be that loud?”

She nodded, looking away from him. What did he expect, after almost a full month without anything but quick and passionate kisses and unsuccessful attempts at making love? She was a cluster of nerves and hormones, heightened by the perfume of his hair and the suit that looked beautiful on him.

“I’m close,” she announced, closing her eyes, and Jean’s tongue applied a little more pressure onto her clitoris. “Jean, I’m going to get really wet, stop,”

“I don’t care if you flood the place,” Jean said, eating her with a hunger proper of a man that hadn’t had his wife in almost a month. “I want you to flood the place, actually. Flood all of us. Come for me, baby,”

“Your suit!” Mikasa reminded him. “Y-you don’t have a spare—”

“Doesn’t matter,” Jean said teasing her clit with his free thumb as his tongue dipped in her slit for a quick second. “You’re so wet and delicious, Mikasa. I don’t care if my suit gets dirty. Come for me, baby. I know you want to. Let me drink you whole.”

“But, the party…”

“We’re leaving right after this,” Jean announced. “I’m gonna fuck you in the car too.”

“Fuck,” Mikasa moaned, all her breath leaving her body as Jean resumed his licks. “Fuck, Jean!”

“Ah, foul mouthed,” he teased, making her smile. “Come on, Mikasa, come for me. Come for your husband, come all over my face,”

“You’re so naughty,” Mikasa said, throwing her head back as she reached her first orgasm in almost a month. She opened her mouth, mouthing Jean’s name as pleasure took over her body and spilled itself onto his mouth. Her whole body trembled, almost in rhythm to Jean’s moans and growls of pleasure. She moved her hips in circular movements, taking a hold of his face by the hair to keep him in place, as tiny bouts of pleasure took over her body in erratic patterns.

Once she was done twitching from pleasure, she was able to speak. “Your suit, the seat, Jean…Jean?”

“It’s all good,” he replied, lapping at her pussy with his long, wet mouth, sending shivers across her back. She looked at him and saw that his face and chin were shiny with her juices, but his suit was immaculate. Jean arched an eyebrow and smirked. “Do you think I’d let any of that go to waste?”

“Any of that?”

“Your juices,” he said, crawling on top of her. “I’d never let a drop go to waste.”

Mikasa closed her eyes as she felt his hot breath on her skin. “We’re gonna do it here?”

“Yes,” Jean said, kissing the curve of her neck. “Do you want to?”

She looked back at the door, which had remained tightly shut since their arrival. “Yes,” she admitted, wrapping her leg around his waist as Jean parted her dress.

“A dress that parts at the front,” he moaned, his cheeks impossibly red. His hands went to the zipper in his pants, and she felt his throbbing dick against her entrance a moment later. “You’re so sexy, you know that, don’t you?”

“I like to hear it from you,”

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he whispered against her ear, and Mikasa clutched his back as his manhood entered her, spreading her apart. Part of her thought Jean would finish the moment his whole length settled inside her, but he had a surprising restraint for someone who had just gone for so long without the physical touch they were accustomed to.

“You’re okay?” she asked, brushing a hand on his hair.

Jean chuckled breathlessly. “I’m only gonna last five minutes…I’m such a pathetic husband.”

Mikasa closed her eyes, bracing herself to utter the words in the back of her throat. Dirty talk had never been her stronghold. “You can fuck me all night. We’re not stopping after just one time.”

That was enough to get his spirits lifted. Jean moved back and then he pushed inside her, making her squeal. He gritted his teeth as he came out and pushed again, this time with his hand worked the cleavage and her breasts out spilled out.

He leaned forward, taking a nipple between his teeth and giving it a little suck. “I love these,” he said with a cheeky smile. “You’ve always had such great tits. I fucking love these tits,”

“You’re a pervert,” Mikasa replied, one of her eyes closed. Having him moving inside did wonders to make her feel hornier. “Fuck me harder,”

“Yes, my love,” he said, then he started to move his hips in quick motions, stirring her insides and shaping her to the outline of his cock. He was pounding her, and pounding her hard. Mikasa closed her eyes and used both hands to squeeze her own nipples, driven mad by the constant hit of his cock against her very bottom.

Someone rattled the door, forcing them out of their trance, of that spell that caused them to be separate from the world outside. “Get dressed,” he said, starting to pull out of her, but Mikasa tightened the grip she had on him.

“No,” she said, her insides throbbing with the size of her husband. “Against the door, Jean.”

That smile again, that flirty smirk that melted her into a puddle, that smirk she hadn’t noticed was so attractive until the dust from the war had settled. He carried her in his arms and pushed her against the wall, using both of their bodies as a blockage to keep whoever was outside from coming in.

“You’re naughtier than me,” Jean whispered, pounding into her faster.

“Harder, Jean,” Mikasa begged. Her mouth went to his neck and gave him a soft suck, which elicited another low groan from him. She’d already left a thousand little marks on his body with her teeth, which they had worn out this month they’d restrained themselves. It was time to bring those love marks back.

“Is anyone in here?!” a couple of female voices shouted from outside. Jean didn’t stop pounding on her, and Mikasa had to bite down on his skin. She lifted her head and pressed her forehead against his, loving the way his face contorted in pleasure with every thrust.

“Hello?!” another said. “We want to go inside!”

“It’s busy!” Mikasa replied angrily, not looking away from his eyes.

“It’s a big bathroom!”

“There are others!” Mikasa said, holding onto her husband as he got closer and closer to his orgasm. Heavens, he was so beautiful, and his body was just the best playground. She leaned closer to him, smiling. “I love you,”

“I love you too,”

“Can’t you come—”

“Go…away!” Mikasa shouted, although her shout turned into a high-pitched moan of pleasure as Jean resumed sucking on her nipples. She held onto him like her life depended on it, and she closed her eyes and clenched the muscles inside her to drive him over the edge. The women outside had left, and it was just the two of them again, lost in their little bubble of pleasure.

“I love you, baby,” Jean said, uttering her name in quick succession right after, his mind full of nothing other than her name, her presence, which only made her own pleasure increase. It was such a beautiful thing, to know this man had eyes for no other than her.

His orgasm was strong, and soon, her thighs and belly were coated with his semen. Jean was red faced, perhaps more than herself since he had done all the moving. He kissed her neck as she came down from the position they were in, then her cheeks, then her mouth. Her mouth moved against his slowly, their need for each other finally quenched after so many months of living in an overcrowded apartment.

“We’re not done yet,” she said, pushing him towards the armchair. “Now I’m going to ride you,”

“Yes, please,” he said, pressing his mouth against hers.

“I’ll suck you first,” Mikasa said, grabbing his wet cock in her hand.

“Fuck, yes,” Jean moaned, now his voice high pitched.

Another knock caught their attention, and Mikasa turned angrily towards the door. “I told you to go away!”

“Mikasa?” Historia said from the other side. “Mikasa, honey, you guys can’t hoard the bathrooms…besides, you guys…some people heard you.”

Her cheeks became of a deep red at the sound of the queen’s voice, and she felt Jean going limp in her hand. She turned to look at him, noticing he had the same mortified expression as herself, but the sight of him only brought out a little chuckle from deep within her chest. “We’re still acting like teenagers,”

Jean smiled at her widely. “We are,”

“Are you guys coming out?”

“In a second!” Jean shouted back.

“For real?”

“Yes, your highness!” Mikasa said, taking a minute to kiss her handsome husband’s face. "We will never hear the end of this from Connie and Reiner."

"Good thing they're leaving tomorrow," Jean replied, stroking her chin and kissing her lips, holding her face with both of his big hands. "Do you want to get out of her? Everyone can take a taxi back home for all I care."

Mikasa recalled that stretch of lonely woods that remained in the outskirts of the city, the few times they’d snuck out of their responsibilities to make love in the quiet of the forest. The car would be a bit tight, considering how much he enjoyed moving and how tall he was. One look into his hazel eyes told her he was thinking the same thing. "Take me out of here, Kirstein."

"Are you guys coming out?!" Historia asked from outside.

"Coming!" Jean and Mikasa shouted at the same time.

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unbridgeabledistances · 4 years ago

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i love ur new fic! only a couple of requests - more parts to it! and...more softness between the two of them 🥺 we hardly get given any in the show </3

:)) ty so so much, anon!!! as requested, here’s another installment of the alternate POV fic (this time from tami’s perspective) and a whooole lot of domestic gallavich softness (featuring very sappy kitchen slow dancing)

Tami knew that the pandemic had taken a toll on its fair share of relationships— hell, hers and Lip’s included. But as much as she and Lip bickered and miscommunicated and regularly put up solid walls of lies between each other, at least, the very least—

At least they weren’t like Ian and Mickey.

At some point between being head-over-heels, fuck-all-night crazy for each other and getting married, something between Lip’s brother and his stellar choice of a Southside boyfriend had definitely changed. Tami wasn’t really close to either of them, other than Ian’s borderline obsession with Fred and her gratefulness for the cooing baby voice that came over him every time Tami thrust her tired arms out for him to take the screaming toddler in her arms, and she barely crossed paths with Mickey in a situation that wasn’t coordinating frozen waffles for breakfast or sitting across from him in the living room during Gallagher family movie nights that always inevitably turned into a passionate thirty minute screaming match about which movie to pick— but ever since the first time she set foot into the slumped and sagging Gallagher house, Tami knew that Ian and his choice of a prison-break boyfriend were something special, at least at the beginning.

She’d seen it the first time she met the two of them, when these two grown men were willingly crashing in that shitty single bed in the boys’ room while she and Lip were slumming it in the ever-so-spacious privacy of the cramped room with the accordion door, back when the halls were crawling with strangers making tamales and Fred was barely weeks old and Tami was inches away from losing her shit; Tami couldn’t imagine being in a smaller and more confined space than the one that she was in, locking herself in the bathroom behind an actual fucking door every chance for some peace and quiet, distancing herself from Lip every chance she got— and then there was Ian and Mickey down the hall, sleeping pressed together on a concave mattress meant for a single teenager, pouring each other coffee and trading glances as they sat next to each other at the breakfast table, and pulling each other closer every second they had the chance despite the fact that they’d just gotten out of a months-long prison stay together. There was something so earnest, and so weirdly romantic, about seeing a hardass like Mickey Milkovich, someone with “Fuck U Up” tattoos on his knuckles and more of a sailor’s vocabulary than Tami had, turn to putty whenever he was in proximity to Lip’s little brother. Tami had to be honest—she was kind of impressed. These guys clearly had the teenager, puppy-dog kind of love for each other that hadn’t really gone away, something that she didn’t think that she and Lip ever really had, or ever really would— so as much as she felt like her life and her relationship with Lip was spiraling towards a series of cascading failures, it was nice to know that at least someone in the Gallagher house had a sturdy, stable relationship.

And then, of course, the pandemic hit.

When all this COVID shit started, Tami had counted her infinite blessings that she and Lip had gotten a place of their own outside the Gallagher house before all the sprawling weeks of lockdowns; Tami couldn’t imagine the kind of unforgiving hell on earth it would be to quarantine in that tiny slumped house, in a tiny cramped room, for months on end until the U.S. tangentially got its shit together. So it made sense, really, that everything between Ian and Mickey had changed.

She’d noticed it that first morning, when she and Lip finally dropped by the house after weeks of hunkering down to have breakfast with everyone, carrying a box of cheap pastries they’d gotten on the walk over— and the first thing she’d noticed when she walked into the kitchen was how far apart Mickey and Ian were sitting, on opposite ends of the rickety kitchen table, any scarce dialogue between the two of them turned brittle and stale.

There were spats, now, and gentle shoves that turned less gentle; she and Lip weren’t around the house much anymore, thank fucking god, but what few conversations she did see between Ian and Mickey always ended with raised voices and them both practically having steam coming out of their ears, or with some stray bystander needing to plant themselves in the middle of the married couple to tell them to calm the fuck down. Tami would lock eyes with Lip as they scuffled in the kitchen, her eyebrows raised in a message that she knew Lip understood: “See, this is why I never want to get married.”

So that was pretty much the situation Tami expected to be walking into, late one afternoon when Lip was presumably off doing some shady shit with those stolen bikes and Tami was stuck at the Gallagher house waiting to meet up with him so they could keep working through “Operation Sell the Gallagher House to Gentrifiers.” Tami had expected Lip to be here a couple of hours ago, and was honestly debating just saying fuck it and going home— but Fred had passed out in Tami’s lap as they were sitting on the couch a couple of minutes ago and Tami was not going to wake this monster child up before he was ready and took another hour of crying and writhing to settle down again. Tami was leaning back, closing her eyes and enjoying a rare moment of peace in this godforsaken house… when she was snapped back into reality by the sound of a kitchen cupboard slamming shut.

Huh. Tami had apparently drifted off, but Freddie was still sound asleep in her lap, pinning her down. It was definitely the early evening by now— the sun had started to set, glowing purple from behind the thin curtains.

A clang came from the kitchen again, and Tami craned her neck as much as she could without stirring the sleeping toddler in her lap to peer into the kitchen from the open doorway to see if Lip was home— and instead, she saw Ian standing by the counter opening something with a can opener, and Mickey beside him.

It looked like they’d been in the kitchen a while—from the corner of her eye she could see Mickey perched on the countertop sipping a beer, his legs swinging while Ian milled around him pulling things from the cabinets and manning the stovetop. She knew both of the boys weren’t much of a cook, and from what she’d seen Ian’s culinary abilities didn’t exceed heating up canned soup or spreading butter on toast— but it looked like he was chopping onions and opening a can of black beans for something, which struck her by surprise. There was music playing low from a little portable speaker in the kitchen, presumably something Ian had brought down from the bedroom— right now there was some 80s hit playing that reminded Tami of the music her dad used to listen to while he was putzing around in the garage when she was little, if she was bring totally honest. But Mickey seemed to be enjoying it, his head bobbing slightly to the beat while he scrolled through what she recognized as Ian’s phone.

“Okay, the recipe website says you’ve gotta add cumin now. What the fuck is cumin?”

She could hear Ian’s dry laugh. “A spice? I think? We probably don’t even have it, I’ll just add a shit ton of chili powder and it’ll taste fine.”

“Whatever you say, Rachel Ray.”

Tami could see Ian lean to flip Mickey off, then turn to poke through the cabinets. Weird. Ian had flipped Mickey off, sure, but there wasn’t any malice in it; for the first time in a while, it seemed like the two of them were actually coexisting peacefully for once— which, thank god for that, at the very least because it meant Fred would stay sleeping on her lap for a while until Lip got home.

Now that she thought back on it, Ian and Mickey had seemed a bit more settled lately— she’d heard bits and pieces about all the stuff with Mickey’s abusive asshole of a dad moving in next door, and about the two of them starting a security business together in that random ambulance that was always parked in the street now (Tami wasn’t even going to ask)— she could imagine that running errands around Chicago together all day long in matching jumpsuits would bring anyone closer together. This was the first time she’d really seen them enjoy being in each other’s space since the pandemic started, just casually hanging out around the house without something fiery about to erupt between them, whether from anger or passion— and honestly, it was kind of nice to by in proximity to, just listening to their chatter floating back and forth and the sizzling of onions and chili flakes in a pan while the music drifted between them.

Tami sat there for a while, closing her eyes again as the shadows in the room grew deeper, listening to some Bon Jovi song play low in the background and feeling the solid weight of Fred breathing evenly pressed against her chest.

A couple minutes of minutes later, she heard the stove being turned off, and the clanking of plates being taken out of the cabinets as the song ended.

“Hey, can I pick a song?” Ian asked, over the sound of him putting the sizzling pan into the sink.

Mickey burped loudly, and Tami could see that he was still perched on the edge of the kitchen counter by the stovetop.

“Yeah, but put on something good, man. None of your techno bullshit.”

“Pass me my phone.”

Ian fidgeted with the phone for a moment—and then a familiar song, a lot softer than the cheerful drumbeats of the melodies before, came streaming through the speaker.

“I found a love, for me…”

Immediately, she heard Mickey chuckle loudly, like he was surprised.

“Fuuuucking softie,” Mickey groaned, but when Tami craned her neck again to slyly peer at the two of them in the kitchen she could see that he was grinning. At first Tami was confused, but then a memory started to stir— this was their wedding song, wasn’t it? She remembered hearing it waft through the front hallways of the dingy polka house while she and Lip were having their screaming match over Fred. Ah, good memories.

Ian stepped closer to Mickey, and Tami promptly heard the pad of Mickey’s feet hitting the ground as he slid off of the kitchen countertop.

“Dance with me?”

“You’re fucking ridiculous,” Mickey breathed, and then they were silent. From where she was sitting, Tami could see Ian’s broad shoulders standing in front of where Mickey had been seated— his head was curled downward slightly, and Mickey was pinned close against him, his face pressed into the upper half of Ian’s shoulder.

Well, damn. Tami smirked to herself. I guess that security business has worked some magic after all.

Out of nowhere, Fred started to stir and wriggle in Tami’s lap.

“Shit,” she muttered under her breath. She didn’t really want to break up the sappy moment, but Freddie was definitely due for a diaper change and was going to be a fussy mess in about five seconds if she didn’t scoop him up right now.

She quickly rose from the lumpy couch, cradling the back of Fred’s head in her hands and beelining through kitchen doorway.

Instantly, Mickey nearly jumped out his skin when he saw Tami— he immediately detached himself from Ian’s shoulder and detangled himself from Ian’s arms. Ian just grinned sheepishly and leaned against the counter, letting Mickey ever-so-slightly slump against him.

Tami paused, taking the scene in and trying to hold back a knowing smile as Freddie fussed on her shoulder.

“The fuck’re you looking at?”

Mickey’s neck turned blotchy and flushed, and he darted his eyes to Freddie and then back to Tami.

Tami knew she had a sloped, sappy smile on her face. “Nothing. Just good to see you guys not ripping each other’s throats out for once.”

Mickey let out a slight breath, slumping back towards Ian’s chest even more— then he rolled his eyes, but the gesture was light and fond.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said dismissively. Ian was still practically beaming, and draped a hand across Mickey’s waist— and Tami watched as he slowly, slowly pressed a kiss to Mickey’s temple and Mickey’s posture immediately softened, like the air was being let out of him.

Wow. Okay. Guess the old Ian and Mickey are back.

Tami raised Freddie slightly onto her shoulder, then pushed past the two of them towards the back stairs, where Tami could hopefully go up and change her son’s shitty diaper in peace— and as she started to climb the stairs, she heard one final quip from Mickey:

“Your brother can’t sell this house fast enough, man.”

#okay rori u wrote two fics in one day & now u must lesson plan #lol #but i hope u enjoyed!!!<3 #gallavich #gallavich fic #shameless #shameless fic #ian x mickey #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #ian and mickey #tami tamietti

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babyspiderling · 4 years ago

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Little Red Corvette p.2 Michael Jackson x reader

(Bad Era)

Eight Months Later (1983)

I did this pregnancy on my own. My mother was appalled at the fatherless child growing inside of me and refused to support me through my pregnancy. The struggles and frustrations for the past nine months very easily justified when I held my baby boy in my arms. His skin was a beautiful shade of brown, his eyes deep and pulling like his fathers. Looking down at the tiny human finally in the world, there was no question or doubt in my mind who the father was. By blessing or curse, I was the only one who knew who the father was. Relatively early in my pregnancy, Michael released a video for one of his songs "Billie Jean". I sat and stressed over the possibility of him knowing of the child in my womb for weeks, but nothing came of it. No managers offering hush money, no reporters asking about the legitimacy of the child inside of me, nothing, so life went on. Looking down at the life in my arms, snuggled towards me I spoke softly. "Edward Michael L/N. My little blessing."

1986

It wasn't too long after Edward, or Eddie was born that I went back to work. I hired a sitter, or depending on the client, brought him in with me. Whitney Houston and Cher absolutely gushed over him during breaks. When Eddie was three, I got a call from Quincy Jones asking me to help him out on the mixing on an album. I agreed and found someone to watch my son while I worked. Quincy didn't tell me who I was hired for and I didn't want to seem unprofessional to whoever Quincy was working with. I kissed my three year old good-bye and got into my car to head to the studio they were using. "Bye Blessing! Mommy's going to work, but I'll be home soon. I love you so much!" I drove through the California traffic to the studio and parked my car near the front. I checked myself in the mirror before making my way inside.

"Y/N! You made it! Where's Eddie? You know you can bring him any time? Little dude has got potential if you ever want him to get into our world." I laugh at Quincy's antics. "Yeah, I know you love Eddie. Thank you for the compliment, but he's three, Q. He's not going into show business any time soon." Q shrugs his shoulders and turns back to the soundboard in his rolling chair. "Alright, let's get down to business shall we?" He nods and presses play on the vocals. I feel the blood drain from my face as a familiar voice croons from the speakers.

"I don't care what you talkin' 'bout baby, I don't care what you say. Don't you come walkin' beggin' back mama,I don't care anyway"

I stand stock still in shock, flashes of our one night together, my isolated pregnancy, my little boy waiting at home for me. I yank myself out of it with a sharp gasp when Q places a hand on my elbow, his eyebrows creased in worry. "Hey, Y/N, you good? You look like you've seen a ghost. What's going on?" I swallow and tuck my hair behind my ear, a nervous tick. "Yeah, I'm fine Q. I don't know what that was. How're we mixing this one?" He sits back in his chair, taking a deep breath and heaving it out in a large sigh. "Yeah, about that. Smelly's really particular on how he wants each track to sound on this album. He wants his voice to be layered in a harmony with himself during the chorus. He's recorded the audio, now it's our turn to get it just the way he wants." I nod and sit down in my own chair, slipping the large, bulky headphones over my ears to start working. The sooner I can finish working on Michael's album the better.

"Alright! Two music heads working on that was much faster than just me. I've got a few more tracks to work on before the release of the album. You good to come in say, day after tomorrow? Early morning so we can get a lot done. And bring Eddie. I miss my godson." I laugh and roll my eyes, giving Quincy a playful shove on the shoulder. "Works for me. And yes, I'll bring Eddie if the 'Client' won't mind a toddler running around the studio space while we work." Q chuckles and reclines in his chair. "No, he won't mind. I have a feeling you know who we're working for here?" I nod, and grab my purse off the ground. "Alright, you know it's Michael. I promise he won't mind. He loves kids" I nod, not really looking forward to potentially forcing Michael into Eddie's life out of obligation. I drive home reflecting on the strange chain of events that brought me here in the first place. I pull into the driveway and unlock the door. I drop my things on the floor where I stand and catch my little boy running into my arms. "Mommy! Me and April painteded! Come see! Come see!" He wiggles out of my arms and drags me to the fridge by my wrist. He bounces where he stands as I look at his painting. It was surprisingly detailed for a three year old. I smile proudly at him as I turn to my sitter, April. "Thank you for watching him so last minute. I really appreciate it." She just smiles at me and grabs her purse from the table. "Oh, Ms. L/N, it's really no trouble. Eddie is just the best kid ever. He was so funny during lunch. I had the radio playing while we ate and he just sat there, dancing in his seat. He didn't even realize he was doing it! But honestly, he is the easiest kid I have ever watched." I pay her and walk her out to her car parked on the street. I turn back to Eddie with a smile. "Wanna eat and watch a movie tonight with Mommy?" My blessing nods his head so hard and fast, I think it'll fly off like a bobble head with a loose spring. "Alright bud, what do you want for dinner?" "PIZZA!" I chuckle at my little boy. "Alright, pizza it is."

I buckle Eddie in the backseat, and climb into the front seat myself. "We're gonna see Uncle Q today buddy! Mommy has to make some music, but you get to hang out with us!" He kicks his legs in the air and gives a shout of excitement. "Yay Uncle Q!" I turn on the radio and look over my shoulder to pull out of the driveway to get to the studio. Parking, I pull the keys out of the ignition and grab Eddie, reminding him to put his backpack on. I hold his hand as we make our way to the studio, the front empty. I sit Eddie down on the chair and go to grab a cup of coffee from the lobby. "I'll be right back baby. I'm gonna get some coffee, and find Uncle Q ok?" He nods and swings his legs in the chair. I hand him the truck from his bag and kiss his forehead before leaving.

I bumped into Quincy in the hall after getting my coffee and went back to the studio space together. When we opened the door, a slim caramel skinned man was kneeling before my son, talking and laughing with him. At the sound of the door opening, Eddie glanced at us. "Mommy! Uncle Q! I made a new friend! His name is Michael, like me!" I widen my eyes in shock at his innocent chatter. Quincy scoops up his godson and chuckles. "Oh yeah Eddie? And what did you guys talk about?" Eddie wraps his arms around Q's neck. "We talked about drawing! Michael is very really good at coloring!" Q humors his godson, chuckling at the boy who has him wrapped around his little finger. While the two talk Michael lifts himself from the ground and introduces himself. "Hi, I'm Michael. I don't think we've been introduced." He sticks out his hand and I feel conflicted. I was so afraid of him noticing me, connecting the dots, but it hurt a bit that I meant so little to him. In his defense, it was one night, four years ago. I grasp his hand and introduce myself again. "Y/N. I'm mixing for your album with Q. You've already met my son, Eddie." He shakes my hand, and smiles back at Eddie. "He's a joy. I was recording and didn't know he was here. I look up and little guy's just dancing in his seat like crazy. He was just coloring on a blank sheet of paper. Sweet kid." I nod and swallow. "Let's get to work, shall we?" Michael nods and goes to the soundboard to listen to the new version of "Leave Me Alone". I watch Michael bob his head to the rhythm, as Eddie dances in the corner. I nibble and pull on my lips in a nervous tick. The music fades out and Michael looks at Q and I with a smile. "Awesome guys! Just what I wanted. I want Y/N as my mixer for the rest of the album. That good Quincy?" Quincy bounces Eddie in his lap, grinning. "Of course it's good! Gotta teach my godson the ropes right?" I smile and ruffle Eddie's hair lovingly, nodding along. Q, Eddie, and I occupy the main front of the studio space as Michael goes back to record another track.

The day goes by quickly, Q leaving the three of us alone to grab lunch. I sit at the recording desk and write down a few lyrics here and there, a melody and message in my head dying to get out. I glance over at my son and see him and Michael goofing around. I smile sadly, imagining what our lives would be like if Michael didn't leave that morning, if he knew he had a son with me. I guess I didn't realize how long I had been staring at the two until my son met my eyes, causing him to run to me in a comforting manner. "Mommy, what's wrong?" I shake off the sadness and force a smile on my face to keep my caring boy from worrying over me. "I'm fine baby. Just a bit tired. It may be Mommy's nap time soon." He nods and giggles, kissing my cheek before going back to Michael. Michael picks up Eddie, placing him on his hip, and walks towards me. 'Hey, Y/N, if you want, you can take a nap in the recording studio. I've got a couch back there. I can come and get you when Quincy comes back with lunch. I try to turn down his offer, but a yawn interrupts my objection. Michael gently guides me to the studio and sits me down on the couch, exiting and turning the lights out on the way. Against my wishes, I close my eyes and succumb to the peace of sleep.

I groggily pulled myself from the depths of dreamland at the sounds of people talking and laughing. I heard Eddie and Michael talking and it immediately caught my attention. "So, your mom makes music, your Uncle Q makes music, what does your dad do?" I peek out from the window and see Eddie and Michael sitting on the floor, rolling toy trucks around, a takeout container setting on the desk. "I don't know. I don't have a dad. Mommy plays Mommy and Daddy. She goes to all my games, plays with me, teaches me how to put on shoes." From where I stand, I can't see Michael's face, and I decide now is a good time to get back out there. I open the door and both boys look up at me. I glance at my watch and see that it's about time to go home. "Hey, sorry I slept so long. Why didn't you wake me up?" Michael shrugs and stands. "You looked so peaceful while you slept. Didn't want to wake you, let alone let you drive home tired. Lunch got here not too long ago so your food should still be warm. I was actually about to head home myself if you're ok with coming in tomorrow instead? We can keep working." I nod and grab my container. "In case I get here before you, what are you wanting to do with the other tracks?" I eat my food as he goes over what he wants to be done with a couple other songs to be put on the album. Now finished with my food, I throw away my empty container, asking Eddie to pack up so we can head home. Before we leave, Q comes back in, sad that we have to leave so soon. I promise to bring Eddie back tomorrow if that's alright with Michael, which it of course is. I give a hug to Q, and an awkward hug/handshake maneuver to Michael. Eddie practically tackles the both of the men in hugs and races to grab my hand. As we leave, I can faintly hear Michael tell Q "She seems so familiar, like I've met her before."

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okaybutlikeimagine · 4 years ago

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Come Inside, It’s Ok

Desc: Hop realizes that Billy is a lot like him when he was a teen- based on the song Thirteen by Big Star (bc that’s a Jopper AND a Harringrove anthem, tell me i’m wrong)

TW: referenced past child abuse, referenced homophobia, every dad in Hawkins sounds like an abusive asshole in this fic i didn’t mean it 😞

you can also read this on AO3 right here!! ♥

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James Hopper hated his father more than anyone else hated the man. More than his uncle who had to grow up with the jerk. More than his mother who threatened to divorce the deadbeat seven times. More than anyone.

Hopper’s father was abrasive and loud. He joined the army because he wanted to. He gave up his individuality willingly. He shaved his head and licked the boot of The Man and acted superior for it. He looked down on a young Jimmy Hopper and barked in his face and ordered that he become a man. Quicker. Jim was only 7. He had just broken an arm at football practice. He needed reassurance and comfort. He got condescension and a mother threatening to leave. Loudly.

James Hopper was sure he was the only son in the world who hated his own father. He felt sure as hell about it when he stuck his jaw out and looked past his nose at his father who always seemed to tower over him. Even when the man only had an inch on him, he was larger- always looming. He felt sure as hell about it when he’d narrow his eyes and refuse to listen. He felt sure as hell about it when he talked back to him, and got into yelling matches with him, and slammed the door on him.

He felt even more sure the one night he got hit.

He was more than certain he was the only one. Standing there, staring this horrible bulk of a man down, Jimmy knew no one else had ever felt such a thing before. This wasn’t TV or the movies. This wasn’t a family love you cherish by the fire on a cold Christmas night. This wasn’t a father with kind eyes and a stern voice who comes into the house in the evening with his suit on and his briefcase in hand, kissing his kids and smiling brightly. This was different and he knew it.

And all of that anger and stress and feeling of certainty made him take too long to realize something crucial. Because he didn’t realize you can know something and yet still be so wrong.

That is, until Phil didn’t come to school one day.

Jimmy figured he was sick. A couple days later he figured it was that nasty stomach bug. A week later and he figured his family took a trip. A week and a few days had him itching with worry. He asked his best friend as calmly as he could. That friend looked at him like he was nuts.

“You didn’t hear?”

“Hear what?”

“He moved away. His mom took him out of the state last weekend. They just left.”

Jim couldn’t understand the words for a second.

“Why?”

“You didn’t know? His dad has been roughing him up for years now. He got the mom too, I think. Why do you think he was always wearing sweaters all year long?”

Jim’s heart stopped.

“His mom finally got him out. They left.”

“Why did no one say anything about it?”

“Because you don’t talk about that stuff.” Jim’s friend said, hushed and knowing, eyes turned solemn and hiding a world Jim didn’t know lived in there. In his most outspoken, lively friend. In his friend he’d known since they were toddlers.

You don’t talk about that stuff he said like he had a whole world of pain to tell. Jim knew his friends were like him- dads who were tough as nails and grunted more than spoke. It was why they all got along so well. But they never mentioned their fathers being… Jim was so sure he was the only one. Everyone else did things with their family. Everyone else seemed so perfect. At the very least they seemed better. Jim was sure.

Why did no one say anything about it? quickly morphed into Why did I never even ask?

Starting there, Jim kept a critical eye out. He watched his friends and what they were wearing. The way they moved and the changes in those movements. The words they spoke about their parents. He noticed differences and fluctuating emotions. But stil, he was only a young teenager- he never knew what to do. His mouth couldn’t form around the words he felt he should say. His brain could barely provide them. So he did for them what he would have liked- just took them out to empty fields and deep into the woods. He provided them beer and music. Sometimes, when they were splitting at the seams, he’d fight them a bit. He’d egg them on so they could fight it out. Get the anger out. Help, somehow. Inadvertently. Lord knew Jimmy sometimes just needed to punch shit. Turns out, his friends felt the same way, and often.

When his daughter Sarah came, he handled her gently and spoke to her even softer. He got into fights with his now ex-wife over his not being strict enough but Hop couldn’t find it in himself to have any kind of gruffness toward someone so soft and so innocent and so pure. She was the light of his life. She left so quickly. Even his softness and kindness couldn’t save her, and he couldn’t very well beat the shit out of her enemies like he had wished to.

And when he met Billy Hargrove on the side of the road that one dark night, having pulled him over for speeding drunkenly down the lonely streets on the outskirts of town, every red flag flew up. Every worry and fear he found within himself when he was a teen found its place once again inside of him for this boy. For his bruised face and exhausted eyes. For his lightly cut chin and short breath. Hop became young Jimmy yet again, analyzing and fearing for a world of pain he couldn’t see and couldn’t ask about. He searched hard for words this time and found all the wrong ones. He exhausted the poor boy with his inability to articulate his fears and was successful in taking him in only because he had worn him out so badly.

Still, since then, he’s been here. He’s family now. He’s out of there. In all his fumbling Hop did something right.

And yet, things still feel wrong. Billy still walks tentatively around him, like the cabin is going to crash down above him and any relationship they’ve built up is going to shatter.

Hop thinks about it so often. He thinks about Billy and sees his own friends from high school. He sees parts of himself, but sadder, angrier… more helpless. He thinks endlessly on what he can do to fix it.

~Won’t you let me walk you home from school~

A song starts playing through his record player and he’s lost again in the world of Jimmy vs. Billy. He thinks of how life used to feel simple.

This song always whisks him away to high school. The early days when life was confused and wandering and he was just coming into his own with football, not nearly a “star” yet and Joyce… Joyce was young and wide eyed and wandering just the same. By that point she hadn’t even met Lonnie yet. She was awkward and yet still so beautiful. So quiet and so stunning. Her laughter rang through the hallways and he swears he can still hear it.

This song feels like it’s for them. When he first heard it, he saw her face back when they were freshmen and then sophomores, when he used to walk her home. He always used to walk her home, before he got his car and before she got Lonnie. They’d walk so slow, wandering through the streets, lazily strolling past stores and getting slightly distracted by the people zooming past on their bikes.

He sits forward on the couch and he looks down at the tattered carpet and he hears himself as Jimmy.

”C’mon Joyce… we can hit the pool this weekend.”

“I’m busy.”

“Then… then maybe Friday I can get a couple tickets for that dance.”

“What?”

He gave her his biggest, brightest grin, knowing he caught her off guard. He smiles a little now at the thought.

”Yeah, c’mon, Joyce. I’ll take ya. I’ll get a monkey suit and you can wear a dress-”

She had laughed that bright, ringing laugh. It made him smile every time.

“Yeah, I think I’ll pass.”

“You’re gonna pass up a chance to dance with me?”

“Don’t tell me, you’re the best dancer in Hawkins?”

“You’ll never know if you don’t come find out.”

“You’re really full of yourself, aren’t you?”

Hop has a hard time thinking of himself back then. He felt so sure of everything. Of himself and what he was doing, even if he knew he didn’t know anything at all. Still, he chuckles now as he sits here, thinking about Joyce’s smile and her little nod. Thinking about him buying those tickets. Thinking about the night they had together, awkward and fumbling but bright still. His first real kiss that had real feelings to go along with it. The way Joyce walked so quickly as they headed to her home because she was so nervous. The way she never let him walk her up to her house because she was so scared her parents would ground her.

Lord does he remember the fights. The stress and the struggle of dealing with Joyce’s parents. When they came to an after-school event and Jimmy said hi to her and her dad gave her hell for it and her mom worried herself sick for a bit. She got grounded and started avoiding him. He got angry and figured fine because Gloria from his History class had been eyeing him up lately and helping him with a pretty friendly smile so it didn’t even matter.

It wasn’t more than a week that had passed before he cornered her after school and convinced her to let him walk her home again.

They wandered downtown and he guided her behind a store building, the store she now works for if he remembers correctly, and asked about that night. Asked about what he said wrong. Asked about what he did wrong.

She shook her head, said it was just her parents being “crazy, I don’t know”. He couldn’t find it in him to worry that much. When they kissed, it was still with so many feelings attached. Hop can’t remember when those feelings faded.

It wasn’t until a couple years later when a rumor started going around about Joyce’s dad being a grade A asshole like Phil’s was all those years ago that made Jim take her aside very seriously and ask her if she was okay- those couple of years ago and that day. By that point she was with Lonnie and he was getting serious about Diane. He and Joyce hadn’t talked for over a year. Still, he was worried. She insisted that her dad just liked to huff and puff and yell enough to shake her ears, but he never touched her. It wasn’t until years and years later that Hop realized that really isn’t any better. Nowadays she insists she was and is fine and he’s just found it in himself to believe her.

When Hop finally got a car, they would sit in it and listen to the radio and talk music. She was the only person who’d sit with him and actually think about lyrics and feelings and words. She was always so headstrong about… well everything but especially human rights. She wanted equal rights for everyone. She fought so hard it made Jim tired. Maybe it started with her father but it truly never seemed to end. They used to sit and theorize about meanings behind words and the messages of songs.

”Tell your old man what we say about Paint It, Black. That’ll mess him up.”

Joyce hit him with a chuckle. That was the last time in high school they really laughed together. He can still remember her laugh back then- light and free from any weight these years have brought to it.

But now Jimmy is Hopper, and life isn’t the same. It doesn’t wander and linger and hide behind stores for extra kisses that feel electric. He knows life just doesn’t work that way anymore. He feels like life has only continued with all of the bad parts and none of the good.

In the slow guitar interlude of the song, he hears voices where they shouldn’t be- distant and slightly muffled and outside the window that’s opened a bit to let some air in.

“Yeah, he’s home. The cruiser is there.”

“Then I should go-”

“No, wait-”

It’s Billy and another voice Hop thinks he can recognize. Sounds like the same cocky, lilted tone of Steve Harrington. He knows they’ve been fighting for months now. They always seem to be fighting. Hop used to get called into the school because Billy was always shoving him around that one year. Since then there’s been whispers of them causing a ruckus all over the place but Hop never gets called to check it out. He doesn’t like to ask too much about it. He’s still trying to handle Billy gently and there’s so many more things to worry about. He doesn’t have the words to ask about that.

He doesn’t have the words to explain why they’d be here, together and clearly not at each other’s throats. Why bring a fight all the way back home?

“You uh… got anything planned this weekend?”

“Nope, nothing planned.”

A pause.

“There’s uh… a stupid dance or something-”

“Billy-”

“Look I just… we can’t go, obviously but maybe… we can do something on our own?”

There’s another pause. Longer this time. Hop used to be so sure and suddenly he’s realizing yet again maybe things are the same as they were when he was young- because yet again, he doesn’t know anything.

~Won’t you tell me what you’re thinking of~

“C’mon Harrington….” there’s the confirmation Hop didn’t need. “Say something at least. Don’t just stand there thinking.”

“Billy we can’t keep running around and hiding.”

“Why not?”

~Would you be an outlaw for my love?~

“What if people find out, that’s why not! What if my dad-”

“Tell your dad to fuck off.”

“And Hop?”

Hop’s heart stops. Everything comes crashing to a halt because suddenly he’s being made to face the very harsh fact that he’s not Jimmy anymore. He hasn’t been for a long while. He’s Chief Hopper and Chief Hopper belongs to the “other” part of these young kids’ minds. Billy’s and Steve’s and El’s and Mike’s. He’s the man they’re meant to rebel against. He’s the one that doesn’t “get it” like they do.

And apparently he’s the one that Steve is worried about.

He doesn’t blame him. He doesn’t even know what to think. He knows people like that exist. He thinks he used to go to school with a few guys who were… well, into other things. He never had much to say or even think about it. Joyce was friends with them. She went out to a protest or something once in their senior year. He saw her in a car with them while he was taking Diane to the movies.

It’s not the fact that they like each other or that they want to spend time together. That’s better than them beating the snot out of each other and getting his guys called on them. It’s the fact that they’re worried about him and the fact that they have every reason to be. Hop is part of “The Man” now, and people around here don’t exactly like differences.

“I’ll figure it out.” Billy says, but Hop almost misses it, it’s so quiet.

“Billy-”

“Are you gonna fight for this, or what? Or is this just a one time thing for you to find yourself or some bullshit?”

Hop hears Jimmy in Billy’s words

”Are you not gonna fight for me?”

“Fight for you?!” Joyce had yelled. Oh, how she yelled. ”Are you serious? I… I pick and choose my fights Jim, okay? I have to.”

“That’s not very fair to me.”

“Not fair? No shit it’s not fair, it’s not fair for me either! And you… you’re not being fair to me, y’know!”

And that was it. They went separate ways. It’s so vivid in Jim’s mind- the way she stormed away and Jim drove himself home. He doesn’t remember how long it took until Lonnie joined Joyce’s picture, but it felt too soon in Hop’s ever bitter mind. He couldn’t look at her for weeks. He shoved Lonnie in the hallway any chance he got. The kid would snarl and sneer at him, but he was as scrappy as a dog and scrawnier than a toothpick- no way did he ever pick a fight. He spat words and Jimmy lunged and that was that. Hop doesn’t remember when the feelings faded, but he knows he never stopped hating Lonnie’s stupid face.

Then he started to date Diane and things were just… over.

“Alright Steve, I see-”

“It’s not that easy for me, Billy.”

“And you think this shit is easy for me?”

Hop feels bad for sitting here, still listening, but he can’t get his muscles or limbs to move him. He feels stuck, somewhere between here and the past, picturing all the ways he’s still the same and yet so wildly different.

“Well it is different for you.”

“Just because my shit’s different doesn’t mean my shit’s better. Shit is still shit, Steve.”

All the times Hop thought he had it the worst anyone could ever possibly have it.

“You don’t know what it’s like.”

“Try me, Harrington! Just try me.”

All the times Hop thought maybe his friends were exaggerating about Phil’s past. Maybe Joyce was being dramatic about things at home. There was no way a kid could feel so threatened. Not a kid as big as Phil. Not a kid as headstrong as Joyce.

There’s a longer pause from the two outside the window. The voice that comes is quieter now.

“It’s scary Billy.”

“I know it is! I… fuck I know it is.”

Not a kid as big and headstrong as Billy. It took years for Hop to believe it could happen and still, with an example living in his own house, it’s still hard to understand.

“Don’t you think it could be worth it?” That’s Billy’s voice. Hop feels his heart sink even deeper. They’re talking like they’re going to die if they’re caught. How many more times can he tell this boy he’s safe here? What does he have to do to convince him? To convince them both?

“Maybe… I think so.”

“Look, I can’t make you do anything, Steve. But if you wanna try… then let me know, alright?”

Billy sounds so tired. Hop wants to tell him to lay down and take a nap. There’s such a long pause that follows and fills the space between them.

And then suddenly there’s something blocking the sun from the window. Jim gets the wherewithal to turn and see that the two boys have got their hands tangled in the front of each other’s shirts, just like they would if they were gearing for a fight, but instead of fists flying it’s their lips locked- worlds of frustration still heavy on their brows.

Jim wants to protect these kids until the day he dies. They’re here and they’re wandering too, but their walk home is covered in speed bumps and potholes and hell maybe even spikes that he and Joyce never knew. Whatever he can do to give these kids the time and place to wander like the kids they are, he’ll do it.

Then they separate, their breathing clearly labored and mingling. Then they turn and see Jim in the window, caught like two deer in big bright headlights.

A split second later, Steve is running for the hills and Billy is left with his fists grasping at the air. Hop can’t help but laugh.

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harleytemple · 3 years ago

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hi everyone! i’m lis, go by the she/her pronouns, live in the est timezone, and i’m 27 years old! i’m super excited to be here, the nostalgia has been calling to me for a while now and this will help with it for sure. i generally go with the flow in regards to plotting as i love chemistry, but if you have any plots that you think harley could fill or anything, you can message me here or you can ask for my d.iscord! i’m so very excited to talk and interact with you and all of your characters!!!

( jeon somi , ciswoman , she/her , britney spears ) have you turned on your tv lately ? all they ever talk about now is HARLOW ‘ HARLEY ’ TEMPLE . apparently the SINGER is the biggest thing in hollywood right now , which is crazy because they’re only TWENTY years old . i hope they don’t let it get to their head , but you know what they say about GEMINIS . my cousin met them once , and she said they reminded her of staying up late to get the song or dance steps right , plastering a smile on her face even through the worst of times , and always having warm tea on hand to soothe her throat . in an interview they said that their dream is to WIN A GRAMMY AND CONTINUE TO EXPRESS HERSELF THROUGH HER MUSIC , but i guess only time will tell if they end up being a flop or not .

full name: harlow ‘harley’ jean temple

age/dob: twenty; june 7

zodiac: gemini

gender/pronouns: ciswoman; she/her

sexuality: pansexual

hometown: atlanta, georgia

career: singer (britney spears)

bio ;

with a mother obsessed with old hollywood enough to name her three children after the stars, it seems almost destined that one of them would make their own steps into hollywood.

harlow, better known as harley, had a thing for music ever since she was born, and it seemed like she preferred songs to actual sentences. she would mimic dances she saw on television and songs she heard on the radio when she was a toddler.

she was enrolled in singing and dance classes, and performed in many competitions and talent shows. she adored it, loved the attention, loved being able to sing, and being able to showcase her abilities.

she was enrolled in a performing arts school when she was of age, and was able to hone her abilities a little bit more. it helped her with casting in commercials, which only made her dream grow bigger.

she was lucky that her family, especially her mother, wanted to support her dreams. at 13, the family made a move to nyc, where they figured it would help her achieve those dreams.

it did. she was cast in the all new mickey mouse club in 1992, starting the show in the year of 1993. when it was cancelled in 1994, she knew she had to continue, and with help of her talent agent, she managed to get signed to jive records.

she released her first album in the beginning of 1996, and was shocked at the response she got. it seemed to instantly shoot her into stardom, and even now she still can’t believe that she has been so well received.

after her first tour, she’s moved to LA, where she bought a house and has started recording her second album there.

career ;

The All New Mickey Mouse Club - 1993-1994

...Baby, One More Time - album - jan 12 1996

...Baby One More Time Tour - june 28 - sept 15 1996

headcanons ;

always has a smile on her face

bright, bubbly, welcoming. is the epitome of the girl next door.

her southern accent comes out when she’s excited, stressed, or upset. she does try to cover it up though, only preferring a hint to come out at times.

hasn’t really had a serious relationship growing up. she had her eyes set on her dream and thought a serious relationship would slow her down.

is more quiet and chill when not in public settings. enjoys it because it gives her a chance to reserve her energy for when she has to be ‘on’ for the public.

has a secret love for horror movies and her favorite holiday is halloween, surprisingly.

#97:intro #╰ ♡ ✧ ˖ intro #i spent way too long on this. i'm probably missing a whole bunch but fjeowaifjoiwe

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villainousshakespeare · 4 years ago

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Putting it Back Together Chapter 4

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

Adam/OFC

Rated M (will probably change to E) - Grief, angst, eventual smut, mention of characters dead before the start of the story, blood, slow burn, touch starved

Summary: Since the death of his beloved Eve, Adam had been barely living, only alive due to a promise he made to her. Then one night he meets his new neighbor, a woman dealing with grief of her own. Will they help each other heal or drive each other crazy?

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This had not been part of his plan, Adam thought as he switched on a lamp and cringed at the disaster that was his livingroom. Instruments and musical equipment were strewn all over the place, wires and amps just waiting to trip the unwary or uncoordinated. Which, by everything he had observed so far, definitely included his companion.

"Sorry for the mess," he mumbled, clearing a path to the sofa with his foot.

"Don't be," Lilly smiled, looking around with avid interest. "It's exactly how I envisioned it!"

"Great," Adam rolled his eyes.

"Not that I've been envisioning it," she blurted out, face turning scarlet. "I just meant... well, if I thought about it at all, which I only did because I could hear you so clearly over here... and what with all the clattering around..."

"You expected it to be a wreck," he finished for her as he swept a collection of books off of the ancient sofa and onto the floor.

"It's cozy," she said lamely.

"If you say so. Sorry I don't have anything to offer you except water to drink. I don't entertain. Ever."

"Water would be perfect," she smiled encouragingly at him, as though he were a toddler displaying acceptable manners in company.

Which, he supposed, was about right. Fuck, he wasn't even sure if the water here was potable. He had never drank any of it, of course. He only used the kitchen sink to wash the cordial glasses from which he drank his blood. Fetching a slightly larger cup that he had found in the cupboard when he moved in and giving it a quick clean, Adam let the water run for a few minutes to help clear out the pipes. It didn't look too contaminated; he hoped he was not about to poison her.

"Here," he walked back to the livingroom and thrust the glass into her hand. "No ice, freezer doesn't work."

"I'd say you should call the super, but I guess that doesn't work if you're the owner."

"It doesn't really bother me," he replied with a shrug. "I'll fix it myself eventually."

"After all, you don't have guests," she said impishly.

"Right."

"Perfectly drinkable," she judged after taking a sip from the cup.

"Good. Now, let me see if I can find that tape player."

That was what she was doing here, after all. Why his invitation had popped out he could not fathom, much less how he had ended up bringing her back here that very night. At least this way he could limit the time he spent with her, he supposed. It was already two in the morning; not long until the sun began to approach the horizon and he would be forced to show her the door whether he wanted to or not.

Glancing over to where she lounged on his sofa, he was not so sure what the decision would be on that one. Her legs, stretched out on the cushion, were quite shapely despite her petite stature, and the red top just invited one to run their hands over it to feel the silky material and the lush curves underneath. And then, of course, there was her neck, long and white and begging to be bitten.

Adam swallowed and turned away. He could not help but think of the last time he had had a mortal in his home, though it had not been this one. Ian, his supplier of instruments and all around procurer had been almost a friend, if a zombie could ever be thought so. He was sweet and harmless, and Adam had a genuine affection for him in a distant sort of way. It had been a horrid shock to walk into the room one night after sun set and see the young man sitting lifeless on the couch, blood drained from his body and drying on the face of Ava, Eve's feral sister.

Adam had always hated Ava, and that night had been the last straw. It was also the beginning of the end to life as he knew it. Within hours he had tossed her out on her skinny ass, disposed of poor Ian's body, and was on a flight with Eve to Tangier, where she was destined to drink tainted blood and die. All because Ava had sucked Ian dry. All the more reason to hate his late wife's bitch of a sister.

Still, looking at Lilly stretching herself out, he could understand a little better how Ian had come to die. Ava had whined to them about how cute he had been, how she couldn't resist. At the time he had scorned such a thing as a pathetic lack of self control. He still did to a large extent, but at last he knew the urge. Not just the urge to feed, an impulse they all shared, but an urge to take a human in such an intimate embrace. When Eve was alive it would never have occurred to him, he had had her for such connections, he needed no one else. Now though, alone and untouched for years, he longed to feel Lilly's smooth skin against his mouth, to hear her gasp and sigh as he ran his lips over her neck.

Not that he would ever drain her, of course. He was not such a monster. He would not even drink from her. To do so would expose his true nature, and that would mean relocating again, as well as putting her life in danger.

No, he would do her this one favor, and then he would return to seclusion. He would make sure that he left through the basement when absolutely necessary so that she did not hear him, would otherwise stay inside so that their paths would cease to cross. It would be better for them both.

"Here it is," he mumbled with satisfaction. "Give me a moment to set it up."

"Take your time," she said happily.

Glancing over, Adam saw that she had given up lounging and was now coiling up all of guitar cables into neat rounds. He had to admit that she did a good job - they were neither too tight so as to damage the wires nor too loose so as to unravel as soon as she walked away. With a shrug of his shoulders he allowed her to continue. The cables could use sorting, and he was certainly not inclined to the task.

"Sorry," she said with a blush as she caught him staring. "I warned you, I fidget. I seem to always need something to do with my hands."

He could think of several things she could do to keep her hands busy, he thought. God, what was wrong with him? Was he really so touch starved?

"Where's the tape?" he finally asked

She leapt up from where she had been sitting, breasts bouncing as she did, and almost reverently handed him the box containing her Grandmother's recordings. Adam turned back around, discreetly adjusting himself as he did. He carefully placed the spool in his machine, grateful for something to occupy him until he got himself under control.

After a short series of clicks and static while the tape began to unreel, a scratchy blare of a trumpet began to waft through the air, soon joined by a piano and soft brushes on drums. Adam was taken back to a different era. A time when he had circulated more among the general population of humans. Women wore dresses and hats, men suits and ties, and a sophisticated style permeated the music scene. He had forgotten how much he enjoyed that era, the end of the 40s and beginning of the 50s. Between his excitement at the recent technological advances and his nostalgia for the old days of the height of classical composition, Adam sometimes forgot the joy and sorrow, the feeling that jazz could evoke.

When the voice, low, smooth, and heavy with emotion, slid in like honey, he looked instinctively to Lilly. Her mouth was open, shaped with a hint of smile at the corners. Her eyes blinked quickly, struggling he was sure to hold back tears. This would be the first time, he supposed, that he had heard her Grandmother sing since she had died. Even without the connection to the woman, Adam himself was moved by the song. He was struck by how strong Lilly was being, listening and holding back her tears.

Moving one step towards her, Adam opened his arms. With a catch of indrawn breath Lilly took two steps of her own and for the second time buried her face against his chest. It was so different thought, he thought as his arms came around her. That first night on the roof, she had been some annoying zombie woman, pushing herself in where she was not wanted. Her blubbering all over him had been almost violent in the way she sobbed and clutched at him. Now, she simply melted against him, and he gently stroked her back as he rested his chin on the top of her head.

The song ended and another began, this one he remembered. It had been a huge hit, still was sung every so often, covered by lesser vocalists. Lilly's Grandmother was not one of those. She was a true artist.

"There's a somebody I'm longing to see, I hope that he turns out to be Someone to watch over me..."

As the music continued, Adam found himself swaying to it, bringing Lilly along with him. She was stiff at first in his arms when he began to dance with her, but when she realized what he was doing she relaxed and allowed herself to feel the rhythm. She would never be a natural dancer, and she was clearly still in her head, but there was something sweet about that. She tried so hard at everything. Tried to be strong, tried to keep busy, tried to learn, tried to be happy.

When was the last time he had been happy, Adam wondered. When was the last time he had even tried? Not since Eve, certainly. Before that, he was unsure. There were moments, of course, even at the end with her when he had been so. He loved her with an enduring passion. But he had been going through the motions for decades, shutting himself off from the world around him. Ian had been practically his only connection to it.

Pulling back a bit, he spun Lilly about and half smiled at her. It felt strange to smile even that much. Muscles he had not used in forever only half remembered how to work. He had always had a brooding nature, but of late it had become harsh even for him.

They kept dancing until the tape ended, adjusting to the tempo and style of each song. It felt so good to lose himself in someone else's music for a change. To hold someone, to connect with someone. She was right, what she had said earlier that night. Music required no discussion, no messy dialogue. You could just feel it, let it move through you. And where there was someone else there, someone who even if not a musician herself clearly had an ear and more to the point a soul for it, to share it with it could be a profound experience.

When at last the song ended, Adam and Lilly's eyes met and something deeper than a smile passed between them. It was sad and joyful and required no words. They both collapsed on the sofa, Adam pulling her into the crook of his arm as he sat sprawled and tired. Lilly's legs were curled under her and she rested her head against his chest. He could feel the rise and fall of breathing, fast at first from the exertion of dancing, begin to slow. It was some time later that he realized she had fallen asleep on him.

How strange, he thought, that she should be so comfortable with him that she could so easily drift off. He had perfected the art of scaring people off, and yet this tiny woman had tenaciously refused to be run off. She seemed to trust him, even, had shared something deeply personal with him.

The sun would be up soon. He should wake her, he knew. Yet, looking at how peaceful she looked he could not bring himself to do so. Gently, Adam slid out from beneath her, lowering her head down onto a convenient throw pillow. He foraged about until he found a blanket on an armchair and draped it over her, tucking her in. Lilly sighed and burrowed deeper into the sofa, a light sigh escaping her lips.

Taking one last look, he made sure the curtains were drawn, turned off the light, and headed to his bedroom. Things would go back to normal tomorrow; they had too. But let them both sleep peacefully today.

***

Lilly scrunched her eyes and stretched a bit, trying to wriggle away from a hard lump she could feel under her left side. What had she left on her bed that was poking into her with such insistency. Feeling under her blindly, she pulled out something long and wooden. A drumstick? How on earth had that ended up in her bed? And why did the mattress feel like velvet?

As she emerged from the fog of sleep, Lilly came to the sudden realization that she was not, in fact, in her own bed.

Sitting up, she felt a smile cross her face that was lit from within. Last night had been a good night. She had reconnected with some old friends, and maybe even made a new one. Twenty-four hours ago Lilly would have thought the possibility of a friendship with Adam a fantasy at best, delusion more likely. And yet he had approached her, he had accepted her invitation to the club, and he had issued an invitation of his own that led her back to his apartment.

Oh, not that Lilly was crazy enough to think that he meant anything more by it than friendship. She was not the type of woman that brooding musicians stayed up composing love songs for. She was the type who hounded them with her insistent chirping until they finally relented and occasionally allowed them inside, like the mangy cat you gave milk to once who would forever after haunted your door. She was fine with that, she told herself. He had been a friend when she needed one, lending her an arm to dance with and a shoulder to lean on when she needed it most.

He had also, it seemed from the blanket draped around her, tucked her in. Her grin widened. Despite how hard he tried to cultivate his grumpy persona, Adam had could not hide the sweet kindness in his nature from her any longer. She had felt it as he had held her last night, and later when they danced.

That had been something she would not soon forget. Lilly was too tense as a rule to be graceful, but Adam was such a strong leader that she had stopped worrying about his poor toes and let herself simply enjoy. His body had been a continuation of the music, feeling it to the tips of his fingers and the ends of his hair it seemed. All loose and yet firm where his hand lay on her back, he had guided her flawlessly, swaying to the sound.

All in all, it had been a far better send off for her grandmother than the stuffy funeral planned by her father. The old woman would have enjoyed last night, Lilly knew, and she would have enjoyed Adam. Beyond the shared love of music, his sharp tongue and kind heart would have been just to her liking.

Not wanting to send her mind down fruitless paths, Lilly stood up to get a better look at the room. It really was exactly how she had imagined it, if not more so. Every flat surface from the floor to the mismatched furniture was covered in instruments, sound equipment, mechanisms for which she had no names, and the odd notebook or staff paper. Three of the walls were covered in sound proofing foam, the third in an odd collection of portraits. Looking at them, Lilly found scientists, authors, artists, philosophers, all sorts of creative and intellectual types. She made a game of naming them all, only coming up blank on two (although three more were guesses), and trying to decipher meaning from who was present and who absent. Somewhere in there, she was sure, was the secret to his mind's inner working.

Part way through her perusal, Lilly realized that nature was calling. Assuming the layout to his home was similar to hers, she made her way as quietly as she could up the creaky staircase. Once at the top, she was greeted with a long hallway, three doors on each side.

The first door she tried opened into a room dominated by a large drum kit. Scattered about around it were a music store's worth of other percussive instruments. Some day, she thought, she would like to come back and play in here, to see if she could bang out some of her inner frustration. It must be as good as therapy in some ways!

As she opened the second door an avalanche of what she thought were rugs or tapestries of some sort threatened to come spilling out and bury her. She quickly leaned all of her weight against it to close it shut again, hoping she hadn't disturbed anything expensive and moved on to the third door.

Lilly forgot how to breath as she opened it. There, spread out on a large bed covered in pillows, lay Adam, completely naked.

Lilly knew she needed to quickly exit, closing the door behind her, but she could not seem to make her limbs obey her. If Michelangelo had wanted a model for his David, he could have used him, she thought. Adam lay on his stomach, face buried in a pillow. While this luckily or unfortunately (she could not decide) preserved some of his modesty, there was still quite a bit on display to appreciate.

Broad, well muscled shoulders and back gleamed pale, contrasting against the dark of his hair where it fell. His waist segued gorgeously into a pair of slender hips and - dear lord, there should be a law! - a perfectly firm and round ass that Lilly would have given her right hand to squeeze. Long, lean legs seemed to go on for days, and actually fell off the bed before reaching his gigantic feet. A mischievous part of Lilly felt the urge to reach out and tickle them, and she actively clasped her hands behind her back to keep from acting on this awful impulse.

Had she really tried to convince herself, just moments before, that she was perfectly happy to just be his friend? If so, she had been deluding herself. Oh, she would take what she could get, but Lilly knew in that moment that she would go to her grave ruined for anyone else.

As she stood staring unabashedly at him, Adam mumbled something incomprehensible into the pillow. Lilly started to make for the door, but his head turned towards her and she realized he was still asleep. Cautiously, she lingered a moment longer, watching as he reached out to the other side of the bed, as though searching for something not there.

"Eve," he said, clearly this time. "Baby, I miss you."

Someone had reached into Lilly's chest and crushed her heart between their fist.

She had no idea why it had never occurred to her that he might have a lover, or even a wife. He was beyond gorgeous, brilliantly talented, and obviously had money. Anyone would want him. Why should she assume that just because there was no woman here at this moment he was single?

And yet, clearly, she had. The raw emotion in his voice, the need as he called the woman's name had been all it took to destroy her heart.

Following the direction he was facing, Lilly realized that in this room of dirty laundry and bedding, one picture stood out like a beacon. Placed on the table next to the bed where it could clearly be seen was a photo of Adam and a woman of ethereal beauty. She was not "pretty" in a conventional way, but had something far beyond that. Almost as tall as he was, and perhaps even paler, she was stunning in a cream colored suite with yellow gold hair. Adam had his arms twined around her center, and looked at her with such love in his eyes that it was unmistakable.

Forgetting her need for the bathroom, Lilly bolted out of the room and down the stairs. She needed to get out of here. Away from the perfect man who she was afraid she had already fallen for and the perfect woman who was clearly everything Lilly was not. Including it now became clear, the one that Adam wanted.

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messwithideas · 4 years ago

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Attached To The Fool

Pairing: JJ Maybank x reader Words: ~2.2K

[A/N: english isn’t my “mother language” so i’m sorry if there’s mistakes, typos, or it doesn’t make any sense, i’m sorry…]

You told your heart and head “Stop making me looking like a fool!” whenever you saw yourself smiling when someone mentioned his name. Even JJ was one of your friends, you didn’t want to have a crush on him, but your emotions decided to put a target on him and boom, there you are, shaming yourself for having a crush to someone who you don’t want to have.

You really didn’t find JJ as person who you would get a crush on, he was way out of your league. But you didn’t find him ugly, oh god no. You find him more handsome than John B, Pope or any other guy in the island, but something on his actions and decisions made you shake your head. Every time you, Pope, Kie, John B and JJ were hanging at the chateau, JJ always messed up something. He either set a tree on fire by dumping his joint to the dry grass under the tree, risked his life by doing something stupid or came up with the most idiotic ideas what you’ve ever heard. He was a brainless crackhead who everyone somehow loved, and you seemed to love him the most, even you didn’t want to. You always loved guys who were like Pope; had brain, had a good life in their way and was just a golden boy. But guess watching JJ’s actions way too long, your type had changed and now you were attached to the fool. You’ve always been yourself around Pogue; laughed at stupid dad jokes, freaked out a little bit when someone got a wound to their body, were like a toddler who’s not getting enough attention and acted like a high school’s football captain when the Kooks were around. You were full of different personalities and emotions. But after you started to realize why you were always feeling nauseous around JJ, always smiling when someone said his name, always having his stupid, high smile on your mind, you started acting like a dude around JJ; always scoffing him, always hitting him “manly”, always hating his cheesy comments what he said about someone and every time you noticed yourself turning into a guy, you were already shaming yourself before doing anything and questioned your existence. You didn’t know why you acted like that, and sometimes Kie came to you and asked “What are you doing?” and you always said the same thing: “I really don’t know”. But one time, when Kie asked her usual question about your behavior, you couldn’t keep it inside anymore. “I think I like JJ” you said confused. “You think?” Kie snorted. “I know you like JJ. You’re acting hard to get. You want him to chase after you for not showing him any kind of interest” and that made you shame yourself even more. “Is it that obvious?” you asked hiding your face in your hands and Kie nodded her head, smirk growing on her face. “Oh fuck…” you breathed. “But what’s wrong with JJ?” she asked and you looked at her through your fingers. “Everything” you said. “Open up more, please” she laughed. “I… You know what he’s like, right?” you started to chuckle nervously. “A crackhead, an idiot, feisty…?” Kie listed all the qualities of JJ. “Yes” you said and Kie wasn’t following you at all. “I’m not understanding this situation” she laughed. “JJ is out of my… league. He’s not my type. I like golden boys” you groaned and Kie put her hand on your shoulder. “Everyone’s ”type” changes. Everyone doesn’t have just one type” and your head started to ache. “C’mon girl, you can get through this” she tapped your shoulder. “No I won’t. I want to act normal around him but I just can’t. I hate myself because of that” you rubbed your head. “Maybe you should just tell him” Kie said and you put your frightened eyes to her. “Are you crazy?” you raised your voice. “I think he won’t mind…” she said a little bit allusive. You looked at her a while, your brain shutting its doors for not working anymore. You were so confused but didn’t ask any further questions.

Pogues threw a party in the Boneyard and all the teens were there and everything was going well, except your control in drinking. You took one sip from your cup and soon you noticed you were stumbling with your words and steps. For the others it was funny to watch how you talked nonsense to everyone and tried your best to walk on tree logs –or standing still. The night started to get long and your drinking had got to that point where your emotions started to feel strong and you needed some alone time. You walked to the shore and sat down on the sand and looked into the pitch dark ocean while the water was flowing through your feet. You were thinking everything from plants’ existence to your emotions’ acts and soon found yourself thinking about that one person who you didn’t want to think at all. His whole appearance and actions made you to grow a smile on your face, but your smile wasn’t fulfilled, not yet. You only needed to hear his voice, then your smile would be completed. “Why you’re sitting here alone?” and your sweet smile had a hold on your lips. You turned to look over your shoulder and only thing you could see was one pair of skinny legs and a little bonfire coming behind them. “I just wanted to” you hymned and turned your head back to the black horizon. “C’mon, let’s get you bed. It’s getting late” JJ came next to you and offered his hand. “I can get up all by myself” you pushed his hand away and started to get up, but sitting a while on the sand and still feeling heavy by the booze, you had lost your balance and you crashed back to the sand when you were almost on your feet. You heard JJ laughing at you. “I guess I need a hand” you chuckled and he helped you up. You found really hard to stand and as you were up, you almost fell down again but luckily JJ put his arm around you and helped you walk away from the shore to the bonfire. “There you are” Pope, John B and Kie laughed when they saw you in JJ’s arms walking to the light what the bonfire were glowing. “Did I miss something?” you asked because why else they would’ve said that. “Nope” Pope smirked and all the three looked at each other. “Okay then…” you said. Your head started to feel heavy and you tried few times to keep it still, but you were out of energy and you let your head to drop on your left but it leaned on to something, someone. You looked up and saw JJ smirking at you –you’d totally forgot that JJ was still next to you and having a hold on you. John B, Pope and Kie looked at each other and then JJ who was looking at you and his lips turned to a sweet smile and his cheeks went red. JJ made quick eye contact with the three and all of them winked their eyes to JJ.

JJ put you sit down with him on a log and he just sat next to you silent, and still having his arm around you. John B, Pope and Kie had a little plan in their head and JJ was aware of the plan, but you weren’t. Pope took his phone from his pocket, connected it to their speaker and started slowly turn the mood to tense and sweet. All the three turned their heads to you and JJ and as the previous song ended and next song started to play, you woke up immediately by recognizing the song by its first beat. You took your head off from JJ’s shoulder and started to listen closely.

I don’t wanna be alone tonight It’s pretty clear that I’m not over you

It surely was Sam Smith - Dancing With a Stranger, one of your favorite songs and you couldn’t listen it without dancing. You looked at JJ and were surprised when he was looking at you with a grin on his lips. “You wanna dance?” he asked politely and your heart started to beat faster than ever. “S-sure” you stuttered and he helped you up, still stumbling with your steps. You started to feel the song deep inside and you didn’t care who where watching you dance. But as you were dancing, you started to feel some eyes on you. You turned around and saw JJ watching your moves and smiling at you. You blushed and got a little embarrassed smile on your lips and stopped. JJ shook his head, came closer to you, put his hands on your waist and made you to continue your beautiful dance moves as he gets along with you.

Look what you made me do, I’m with somebody new Ooh, baby, baby, I’m dancing with a stranger

“You think this is going to work?” John B asked while the three were watching you and JJ getting close. “I hope so” Kie said rubbing her chin. “But how we get them burst their feelings out to each other?” John B asked and Kie took Pope’s phone from his hands and started to search one good song. “Are they smart enough to concentrate to the lyrics?” Pope looked at the song what Kie had put on queue. “I hope so” Kie looked nervously you and JJ. You and JJ were having fun with each other but JJ was nervous because he knew what is going to happen but he didn’t know when –now or in 30 minutes. The song ended and the next started and it was way too slow comparing to the previous song. You looked at the speaker where the song was coming and then you looked at JJ and saw how swallowed nervously.

When I hold you close to me I could always see a house by the ocean

“May I have this dance?” he asked like a little boy, head a little bit down but puppy eyes shining. You couldn’t do anything else than smile and take his hand. JJ gently placed his hands to your hips and you securely wrapped your arms around his neck. JJ started to pull you closer and you started to move together, perfectly to the music as one. Your bodies molded together. Every move he made was attached to you. You started to feel so comfortable under his touch that you rested your head on his chest and you heard the beat of his heart. It was calm. The heat of JJ’s hands and body contained you and you no longer had control of your body or mind, you had never before experienced anything like this, neither was he.

And you were imagining sitting next to me And holding my hand for the whole thing

The lyrics really made sense and somehow you started to think that was this JJ’s way to tell his feelings? There had to be a reason why he suddenly asks you to dance with him and especially have the night’s slow dance with him. But the longer you were in his arms, the more you started to feel how the attachment grew with each sway and touch. Even you haven’t said a word, you both felt that the love was already there and not a single doubt existed.

Falling in love Falling in love Deeper than I’ve felt it before with you, baby I feel I’m falling in love with all my heart

“How sure are you that this is really going to work?” John B groaned when nothing major had happened yet. “Be patience JB” Kie said. “It will happen, I know it will” Kie said and never let her eyes go from you. They were watching you two swinging along to the all love/slow dance –songs and getting closer and closer. But nothing had happened and John B, Pope and Kie started to get frustrated. “Maybe we should just give up on this…” Pope said and turned on his heel but Kie stopped him. “No. They both are shy to make the biggest move, okay” Kie hissed, wanting also to give up. As Pope and Kie was sighing and groaning while nothing was happening, John B breathed in like, everyone just thinking he was frustrated, but out of nowhere he opened his mouth; “Can you two just fucking kiss?!” and it reached to your and JJ’s ears. “JB!” Kie smacked his arm and Pope hit John B’s head. “What? You wanted it to happen” John B giggled but Kie and Pope shook their heads. As John B’s words reached to your ears, you looked at JJ and saw how ashamed he was. “Wait a minute” you opened your mouth. “Did you have something to do with this?” you chuckled and JJ nodded his head humbly. You snorted quietly and put your head back to rest on his chest, but JJ took your head immediately to his hands and looked deeply into your eyes. “I’m just gonna say that you look stunning, every day” he smiled, pulled you in and you get along with the kiss. John B, Pope and Kie looked at you, still having your moment and John B hymned. “I wanna know would that even happened if I would’ve kept my mouth shut?” John B smirked and he got Kie and Pope to slap his head yet again.

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𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 // 𝘭𝘦𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘹

pairing: lee felix (skz) x reader

words: 1′5k

genre: fluff

the first day of august, your summer break was becoming shorter and shorter and before you know it you’ll be a freshman in university.

your high school experience wasn’t the best but it also wasn’t that bad either. you have an amazing group of friends who you used to hang out almost every single day after school to study and do homework with, you got good grades for the most part and no annoying stereotypical high school students messed with you during your senior year so there wasn’t much to complain about. it used to be different in the past, that is, until you met the one and only lee felix who has made your life easier and much more exciting.

if it wasn’t for felix you wouldn’t be as happy as you are right now but don’t tell him that because if you do, you’ll get a “i didn’t do anything, i only gave you a little push, the rest you did all by yourself!” from him, not taking any credit for helping you as much as he has.

your friend group consists of felix’s close guy friends and your girl best friend, hyunjin’s sister, yeji. you would have gone crazy already if you didn’t have her. being by yourself with so many chaotic boys surrounding you wouldn’t have been an easy experience.

today felix texted you saying that he had a surprise announcement for you. now, whenever felix says he has a “surprise” it can go very well or extremely bad. last time he said he had a surprised he made chocolate chip cookies for all of you, with chan’s help, but the time before that he almost burnt the kitchen making pancakes with seungmin. so you were expecting pretty much anything at this point.

it wasn’t until you heard your doorbell ring that you stopped scrolling through you phone, waiting for a special someone to arrive. this was almost your daily routine. either he would go to your apartment, which you shared with yeji, or you would visit him at the dorm, which he shared with the rest of the other 7 boys. if the two of you weren’t hanging out alone then you’d probably be with the whole group. it was very rare seeing you two being separated. the rest of your friends would constantly say that it was some type of unspoken rule you two had but, in reality, you were always together because you enjoyed each other’s company. of course, you’d sometimes go out with just one member or just not with felix but whenever that would happen you’d also text him throughout the day. he made you happy. you made him happy. everything was as simple as that. two friends who cared for one another and loved spending time together.

just two friends.

friends.

it was a simple word.

7 letters.

you didn’t know the meaning of a friendship before meeting felix. you never really had much drama with your past friends, but, as i said, they were past friends, meaning they weren’t your friends anymore. many times you felt like it was your fault that those friendships didn’t last. it wasn’t your fault though. you would always question why you’d be the one texting first every time, why you’d always make plans, why you’d always ask how they were doing and if they needed help with something, and why they’d never do the same. you felt alone while being surrounded by a bunch of individuals. that didn’t mean they were bad people. it just meant that they weren’t the right people for you to be with. you always gave your 100% and they appreciated it but never did their part so after a while you started to isolate yourself more and more. you weren’t completely alone but as time kept passing by you realized you kept spending every afternoon at home playing video games, watching a movie, reading, painting or listening to music all alone in your bedroom.

then you met him.

him, who cam to talk to you in the cafeteria because he saw you eating at the corner of the table not participating in your friend’s conversation. him who introduced you to his friends 2 minutes after learning your name. him who got excited and almost cried the time you said he was like a ray of sunshine in everyone’s lives. your sunshine. him who invited you to prom because he thought it’d be cool to dance a slow song together since the both of you would usually just do random dance-moves that required way too much energy.

that was felix.

your felix.

“y/n, are you there?” “yeah, sorry” you realized you were daydreaming, reminiscing old memories with a big smile on your face as you remembered felix getting shy when you said he looked like a fairy with his freckles. you loved his freckles more than anything in this world. well, maybe it was the second thing you loved most in this world.

“today i’m telling you the surprise announcement” he said with his chest puffed and a proud expression present on his face.

“may i know what it is then?”

“i’ll tell you when the time is right”

“lix, you’ve had me curious all morning tell me what it is” you whined like a toddler although deep-down you knew it wasn’t going to work on him. it may work on chan and changbin, but not on felix.

“you’ll have to wait and see hehe” yes, he did have a smirk on his face as he said this.

after you had decided which movie to watch it was now time to relax for approximately 2 hours next to felix on your couch. you weren’t paying attention to the movie though. a thought kept running through your mind. “should i just say it? he wouldn’t get mad would he? i don’t think he would… we’ve known each other for a long time i don’t think he’s gonna be surprised. it’s pretty obvious at this point” you were thinking of every possible reaction he could have to your own announcement when you felt a warm hand touching your cheek.

“you okay there?” he asked you.

“yeah, why?”

“i don’t know you just looked like you were deep in thought and i wanted to check up on you”

“lee felix always being such a gentleman” he smiled at this, a soft giggle leaving his mouth.

“you remember the surprise thing i told you about, right?”

“you mean the one you didn’t want to tell me about?”

“yeah yeah that one.. well…” his eyes were now looking directly at yours. a few seconds passed, you stayed in that same position, just looking into each other’s eyes. that’s when he took a deep breath and said it.

“y/n i like you”

“felix wha-”

“i’ve liked you since the first day i talked to you on that cafeteria and maybe i didn’t know at the time how attracted to you i was but i understand it now… b-but i don’t want you to feel pressured okay i just really needed to say it because all i know is that i want to spend the rest of my life by your side as your friend or as your lover, it honestly doesn’t matter to me as long as i’m next to you”

as the seconds passed, every thought you had before was now vanishing. “is he serious? i- i mean he probably is since he’s waiting for me to say something but..” you had always thought of this happening one day. all of your friends talked about you two getting together eventually but you didn’t know it would actually happen. you had him in front of you confessing his feelings. him, the boy whose smile made your day 10 times better, the boy who was always there for you whenever you needed a shoulder to cry on, the boy who came to you every time he wasn’t feeling well so you could make him feel happy again. lee felix.

your lee felix.

“why not both?” “w-what?”

“why can’t you be my friend and my lover? i want you to be both” there it was, that beautiful smile of his.

“are you serious? please don’t play with me you know i’m very sensitive to these type of thin-…” you pressed your lips to his. an action you’ve been waiting a year to do. such a simple thing but that for some reason took a lot courage. courage you didn’t have until he confessed his feelings for you. the kiss was slow and soft, your lips barely touching but every single emotion could be felt in that one kiss. so many days, weeks, even months thinking about how it would feel to be in his arms as he kissed you.

“took us long enough” he said after you broke the kiss, placing your forehead to his.

“yeah... so, lee felix…”

“yes?”

“are you going to tell me the announcement?”

“oh shut up”

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