#my baby’s fit like a daydream walking with his head down i’m the one he’s walking tooooo

[full-moon-hate-account]

no but what about the point where remus’ absences and the marauders’ popularity had both gotten big enough for rumours to develop. like the strangest shit was said about remus, with death eater rumours and rebellious truancy (hardcore stoner) rumours and a couple “werewolf”’s spoken here and there. and he’s got his confidence and everything but it was getting SO deeply embarrassing? he didn’t want to be known for his pristine schoolwork or anything but did they think he was thoughtless enough to willingly skip classes?

the stuff gnawed on him for a while, and when a moon got him bedridden for over a week at some point, he was so sure he’d reached his limit. he wouldn’t tell anyone about how it bothered him; his pride was greater than the consequences of his silence. but then there was sirius. sirius who snuck into the hospital wing every day, not so madam pomfrey wouldn’t see but to keep questioning strangers from the stuff. and when people asked remus questions, sirius would know how to distract. or tell them off. flawlessly every time.

sirius got it. even if he hadn’t fully been in that position before (any negative rumours that could’ve been pinned on him faded into air the moment his gryffindor spirit kicked in (which was immediately on sept. 1st 1971)), he knew. and remus ended up being sooo down bad his pride went down the drain anyway.

[princessoflalaland]

Doting ࿔˚⋅

synopsis: sukuna softens up once he knows he’s a father-to-be. 

࿔˚⋅content: Sukuna x pregnant!reader, fluff, some suggestive themes but hardly any

࿔˚⋅word count: 525

࿔˚⋅a/n: my baby fever has been going haywire as of late. I don’t want kids of my own right now, but I sure would love to have any of the jjk men’s kids. not really proofread

the size difference between you and lord ryomen sukuna is quite comical. you were half, to some a quarter, of his size. A petite thing beside a mountain. how he ever manages to fit inside of you and stay there long enough to impregnate you will never not baffle those around you two.

but sukuna can’t care less about the opinion of the local lackeys. all of his energy is put into doting over his pregnant spouse. once you agreed to marry him he’d become your other half. when he found out you were pregnant, he became inseparable from you. 

if you rise from the bed you two shared, he’ll mumble his disapproval while trying to keep you secured to his side. “where y’goin? come back to bed, woman…” you try to tug yourself out his grip. “need some water, sukuna,’ you rasp through sleepiness.

He climbs out of bed and lays you back down with tender assertiveness. “don’t make me repeat myself. i’ll get you the water, just stay in bed.”

 you can’t walk two steps without sukuna rushing to your side and cupping your swollen stomach in his beefy hands.

“dammit, woman, don’t exert yourself. I don’t want you putting stress on yourself or my heir.” he reprimands with a worried glare in his crimson eyes. you sigh with a slight shake of your head. 

“kuna, all I did was walk across the room.” your tone is patient and almost teasing. it softens his expression.

 “you shouldn’t have to do anything while you’re like this. here...” “i mean, it’s nothing I can’t hand- woah!” in one swift move, he’s carrying your pregnant figure in his arms, bridal style. he looks at you in that hard, loving way of that he does “you said your feet have been hurting lately, right? Well, you needn’t worry about walking any more.”

in the even that you decide to keep still and rest, you both lounge on the bed. he is be eye-level with your belly, his hand caressing it. he is almost awestruck by how someone as small as you withstood his primal lovemaking and allowed him to impregnate you. A wistful smile slowly forms on his visage as he says, “you’re coming along beautifully, my love. i’m eager to meet our heir and see who he’ll take after.” he presses a kiss to the place where your unborn baby resides before looking up at you. 

your hand rakes through his pink locks as you hum a medley. You tune back into reality at the low rumble of your husband’s voice.

“hmm, i think you mean you can’t wait to see who they take after.” your husband meets your eyes, barely masking his bewilderment. 

Them? As in, more than one? I mean, that wouldn’t be impossible, given how uncharacteristically large your belly is and especially since he pumped you full of his—

your laughter disturbs his thoughts. “i’m just kidding, though, I bet you’d like that. Twin babies…” you rub an absentminded hand over your stomach, dissolving into daydreams of your impending motherhood. He’s always adored the glimmer in your eyes when you talk about your child. 

“i don’t care how many children your body is carrying. Whether it’s one, two, or three. They are mine, ours.” He holds your gaze and the look riddled in his blood-red irises makes your heart swell with affection. “And that’s all I care about.”

[junniieesbby]

༯ Teacher’s Pet |Choi Yeonjun ༯

Pairing: Professor Yeonjun x F!Student reader

Genre: Smut, Angst, forbidden romance, 10 year Age cap (reader is 22+ when they met).

WC: 2k

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Summary: Having dirty thoughts about one of your professors you couldn’t control yourself but to make them come true. Only for you to end up heartbroken after.

Warning: STRAIGHT FILTH. Lots of degradation. Reader is a brat. Use of pet names such as sir, Baby, teacher’s pet, Slut, Whore. Age Gap. Ass smacking, hair pulling. Spit.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Nothing mentioned in this fiction represents any of the characters.

Song: Teacher’s Pet By: Melanie Martinez

A/N: I’m all for happy endings but um this one is not ending in one I fear not. Maybe if you guys want a part two but it won’t be anytime soon because your girl is heartbroken. A big shout out to my favorite people @boba-beom @lovejoshua @gyupremacy @honajoong @flwrseon for helping me with the header and me asking you guys a bunch of questions to see what fits most! And a special shout out for @boba-beom for giving me the glasses idea hehe. ILY guys💕I also would like to say if you want to see more scenarios that include age gap professor Yeonjun please send me an ask.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Your Favorite part about your English Literature course was the eye candy of a professor you had. He was a young professor and all the girls wanted to fuck him while all the boys wanted to be him. You couldn’t help but bite your lip at him every time you walked in the class, making sure you came early so you could get a seat in front of him. Everytime you walked in, his eyes would linger on you. You spent the time in his class daydreaming about all the different ways he would fuck you.

One morning you woke up bold and decided today would be the day. You did your hair and makeup. And you wore one of the shortest skirts you had. And went to class like usual early. As you walk in you swear you stopped breathing for a moment. He looked so fuckable in his outfit and those glasses of his. You felt yourself get wet just imagining riding him while taking those glasses off and wearing them to be a brat.

After class ended you waited until everyone was out so you could approach him. He was sitting slightly on his desk with his arms crossed “Is there a reason you stayed behind Miss Y/L/N?” He asked, looking you up and down. You walked up to him standing so close to him. You lifted one of your hands and placed it on his bulge. “Is it wrong that I’ve needed you to fuck me since the moment I saw you” you whisper to him. He takes his hand and lifts your chin up to look at him both your faces mere inches from each other. He sighs and moves away going to sit in his chair murmuring a “you’re young”. You didn’t care about the age, looking at him and saying “I know I'm young, but my mind is well beyond my years”. He shook his head and said “why do you need me to fuck you? You are my top student in all the classes I teach” he readjust his glasses. “don't care 'bout grades, just call me your Baby.” You slowly walk and stand in front of him.

“Fuck it” He whispers getting up walking to the door locking it. He marches towards you “tell me to not touch you and let you go and I will unlock that door and let you go, but if you don’t I will be fucking you so hard you won’t be able to move for days… so what is it going to be baby?” He got so close to you, your noses were touching. You knew this would be wrong but didn’t care you needed to feel him deep inside of you. “Fuck me Sir” Three words. It took three words for him to crash his lips down to yours while beginning to undo his pants and pulling his cock out.

“Did you decide to dress like a filthy slut for me? Did you want my cock that bad?” He reached inside your short skirt and started to rub circles on your clothed core. You couldn't believe he was finally touching you in ways you'd been dreaming about. “Be the good little teacher’s pet that you are and answer me when I am asking you questions.” He pinches your clit to get your attention. “Yes, Yes I dressed like a filthy slut for you. I need your cock sir been dying to have it inside of me” You moan when he moves the fabric aside and starts to slide his tip up and down coating his tip and your juices.

“Does my pretty girl need any prepping? Or should I just fuck her like shes been asking me to hmm?” His teasing was driving you crazy. “Fuck me please just fuck me” you try to move closer to him. He pummels inside of you without a warning, his thrusts going deep. Deeper than you’ve ever felt before. He started to move faster and harder with each thrust and you couldn’t help but clench and squeeze around him.

“Shit, pretty girl you keep doing that and I might just breed this sweet pussy…oh you like that? My little slut wants me to breed her doesn’t she?” The more he spoke the more you clenched around him. Yeonjun knew what he was doing. He was much older than you and you had little to no experience. The guys you had been with didn’t make you feel an ounce of how he was making you feel.

“Yes, yes right there sir oh fuck” You felt yourself getting closer and closer. Looking at his beautiful face you couldn’t help yourself but to slide his glasses off and wear them while holding onto his biceps for support. “You look so damn sexy in my glasses I will let it slide this time but act like a little brat again and I’ll show you what brats like you get” He starts to kiss your jaw and sucking your neck making sure to leave a few marks.

As you were about to come he pulled out and flipped you over taking one of your legs and putting it on his desk. He thrusted in you from behind and the new angle made your eyes roll in the back of your head. He pulled your hair bringing your head closer to him, hips not faltering one bit. He put his hand around your jaw and brought you even closer. “Open your mouth baby” and you do exactly what he says. He does something you least expect and it turns you on even more. He spits in your mouth then closes your mouth telling you to “swallow like a good girl” while bringing that same hand he had on your jaw down smacking your ass.

“Please, please I need to come let me come please” You beg him not able to resist your release any longer. “Just a few more seconds my love I’m right there with you” His tone changed and he softened down but his thrusts were sending you so close to the edge. After a few more seconds His thrust became slower and slopier. “Come for me baby, let go for me you’ve been such a good girl” as soon as he said that you came like you’ve never done before. Your legs were shaking, your mind was fuzzy, there was drool coming down your chin. He filled you up, and the feeling of his cum inside you lit a spark. You weren’t sure if this was one of your day dreams or a reality.

He pulled out and took your panties with him while bringing your skirt down. His cum was seeping out of you and he gathered it with his fingers pushing it back inside of you while he made you lick the rest of his fingers. “Can I have my panties back?” You ask him finally after you have recollected yourself. “No they are mine now and plus I want you walking while you feel my cum inside your sweet cunt.” He had a way with words that just made you melt.

You stood back on your feet going to grab your book bag and started walking to the door. “See you next week Mr.Choi” you say smiling. “Wait” you halt and turn around. “I need my glasses back” He says pointing to your face. “No they’re mine now and plus I want you to fuck me like your brat next time so I will be keeping them for now.” You say back turning around and walking around catching his little chuckle while saying “such a brat.” You get home and look at yourself in the mirror not believing the girl staring back at you. You looked like you had your soul fucked out of you. That night you went to bed in a really good mood.

*Time Skip*

Fucking Yeonjun became part of your routine. Some days you would go on your knees for him as he graded papers. Other days you cock warmed him which led to you acting out and getting put in your place. You two enjoyed each other’s company and the sex was euphoric.

You knew what you were doing was wrong, but he made you feel special and took care of your needs like no one could. Walking into class you shoot him a smile, but unlike how he would smile back at you the past month and a half he just nodded. You found it odd but didn’t pay much attention to it as you took your seat.

Even though you were the first to finish your quiz you decided to wait until the last person to turn their quiz in for you to finally get up. As per usual you hand him your paper and you go lock the door. Walking back to him saying “If I pass this quiz, will you give me your babies?” He chuckles sarcastically “You’re crazy” he said. Hurt by his words and unusual demeanor you looked him straight in the eyes and said “Don’t call me crazy” You go and stand in front of him. “What’s going on? We were just fine last week. Why are you being like this?” He sighs and turns his head. “You’re special, and you need someone just as special as you. You need someone your own age and better than me” Your tears pulled in your eyes at his words. “When Did I ask for any of that? Do you think I don’t know about our age gap? Was I not good enough? Do you regret the things we shared that I’ll never forget. Why are you not saying anything?” You grab his jaw and turn his face to look at you.

“I don’t regret a single moment with you Y/N, but you know this thing between us is wrong, we have to put an end to it now.” Tears were streaming down your face now and Yeonjun couldn’t watch you in pain especially knowing he was the cause behind it. He gets up and walks out the door and your last words to him brought him to tears. Watching him walk out you couldn’t take it anymore shouting “I knew this wouldn’t last, Fuck you don’t you leave me here.” As the door shuts behind your professor you slide down hugging yourself and just crying at the pain this has caused you.

There was no one to blame but yourself you thought.

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[ketzpart]

“My baby’s fit like a daydream, walkin’ with his head down I’m the one he’s walking to; So call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to

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My baby’s fly like a jet stream, high above the whole scene, loves me like I’m brand new; So call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to”

[weixuldo]

Enigma// ch 25

anakin x reader

A/N: Helloooooo everyone!! once again i am back :0 enigma is entering its FINAL CHAPTERS!!! i’m planning probably two more and possibly an epilogue (if that interests you guys) thank you so much for reading!! this one is kinda long

anakin has been acting off…

warnings: cursing, mentions of pregnancy, afab! reader, depressive tendencies, ani is a disabled veteran, topics of death

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The season seemed to change quicker than the last and soon the cool brisk air of autumn was at your doorstep; the weeks after Anakin’s party mostly consisted of you going back to classes and uncomfortably sitting in the hard chairs of your university. 

As for Anakin, he spent most of his days working on converting the spare room into a nursery for your child (that should be making an appearance in about two months).

There was really only so much Anakin could do, but it really helped that he got the grunt of it done for you. 

The two of you tended to avoid talking about his condition, but every once in a while there were bad days where there was no denying the severity. Anakin played down his discomfort a lot of the time (he didn’t want to trouble you), but you could always tell. Most of the time you would just silently comfort him and do your best to alleviate his pain.

On the other side of things, when the baby would be restless (in turn, making you exhausted) he was an absolute sweetheart. He would drop everything just to hold you. 

Thankfully, this week had been merciful to both of you; Anakin had been feeling great and you had been getting full nights of rest. You decided to sleep in with Anakin and enjoy the free saturday. 

Bright streaks of sunlight peeked through the cloth curtains as you laid beside your lover. He was resting on his stomach with his longer arm under his pillow; the warm sun illuminated the freckles scattered across his back and you lightly traced them (as you often did).

You attempted to scoot closer, but your bump hit his side before you could get as close as you wanted. A frown found its way onto your face; yes, this belly was the product of your love, but man it was annoying sometimes. 

You rolled over onto your side and silently daydreamed about cuddling close to Anakin again once you had the baby. 

As if he could read your thoughts, he shifted the best he could to hug against your back.

“Ani? You're awake?” you quietly asked. 

He only hummed a sleepy agreement before kissing your shoulder. 

“Morning, my love-  how did the two of you sleep?” he asked.

“This little one was a bit active around 2, but other than that, we slept well” you responded, snaking your hand around your side to brush against his stump. 

“Mmm”

The two of you basked in the warm sunlight until Anakin’s alarm went off. 

“Shit” he groaned before calling to siri to end it. 

He pushed himself up and stretched his neck before reaching for his shorter prosthetic (easier to put on by himself).

He placed the mechanical forearm between his legs and pushed his arm into the socket like a glove; once it was on fully, he tested the motor controls (grip control, strength, and range). 

As he pieced himself together, you silently observed him with a small smile. He was a living wonder. 

As he fitted his longer arm, he caught a glimpse of your staring and smirked, “what's got you so attentive? Hmm?”.

“Oh, nothing- just a very, very handsome man” you replied in an innocent voice. 

“Is that so?” he said, reaching for his legs that were propped against the night stand. 

“Most definitely” you giggled, sitting up. 

He shook his head with a smile. You stood and stretched, the baby was putting an uncomfortable strain on your back. 

“Do you need any help, Ani?” you asked, walking to his side of the bed. 

Usually you wouldn’t have asked, but he had been having some trouble this week. 

“I’m alright, thank you though” he said. 

“Wait, actually could you hand me my liners, I think I left them over by the closet, I’m sorry”.

Sure enough they were sitting on the stool by the dresser, you grabbed them and walked back to him, “No need to apologize- here” you said with a smile. 

He grabbed them and thanked you before bringing your hand to his lips- his plush lips softly peppered a delicate kiss on the back of your hand, making you smile. 

Anakin put on his liners and lined up his legs with the prosthetics. He began to push his legs into the sockets and got ready to stand. After months living with him, you knew he preferred to do his first few steps in private; it took a few awkward wobbly steps to get his legs secured and ready to walk, so you left the bedroom so he could work it out. 

You went to the cabinet to grab the box of cheerios you had been working on all week; not long after you heard the bedroom door open and soon Anakin walked around to your side. Without a word he brushed his mechanical hand across the small of yoru back before kissing you on the cheek. 

“How are your legs today, Ani?” you asked, pouring the rest of the milk into your bowl. 

“They’re better than yesterday,” he responded, grabbing some fruit from the fridge. 

“That's good,” you responded.

The two of you ate breakfast quietly until you said you needed to go grocery shopping.

“We can go today, I need to run some errands anyways” Anakin said quickly. 

He never liked to go out… odd. 

“I can get your stuff since ill already be out, what do you need?” 

“No It’s ok, I want to go with you” he insisted. 

Hmm..

“Is something wrong Ani?” 

“No, why do you ask?” he responded. 

“Nothing” you shook your head. 

With that you went back to the bedroom to get dressed and Anakin started taking his pills. He was acting weird out of nowhere but you couldn’t quite tell what was wrong, though after a year knowing him, it was better not to pry. 

Your bump was becoming comically round; this must be a big baby! As you walked back out to the kitchen you felt a kick; poking a finger at your belly you playfully said “Hey little one, you’ve still got about two months to go!”. 

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You headed to the driver's seat of the car but Anakin beat you to it. He usually wasn’t so adamant to drive. 

“I’ll drive,” he said, opening the door. 

“Are you sure, Ani? I can” you protested. 

“Yea, I don't want you exhausting yourself, I know the baby has been kicking” he said, pulling you in to kiss your forehead. 

“Alright”

The car ride was mostly silent, save for the old radio (Anakin refused to convert to AUX, he insisted the CDs and radio of his youth were superior).

With the way he had to drive, he didn’t have a free hand to rest on your thigh, so you rested yours on his instead. 

“You seem off today, Is everything alright?” you finally decided to ask him. 

“Mhm” he mumbled, looking out the window. 

You decided not to ask further, his whole demeanor was off. 

After a few more miles he passed the grocery store and continued to another location. 

“Ani, you missed the exit” you said, watching the store disappear further into the distance. 

“Yea” he said, pulling into a building you hadn’t seen before. 

“What's going on?” you demanded- anxiety climbing with every minute.

“Its a surprise” he said, putting his regular hand back on. 

He got out and came around to open your door. A surprise? For what? Why would he be acting so weird? 

You wrapped your hands around his bicep as he led you into the building, it was dark and seemed pretty vacant, but he turned a corner and opened the door to reveal a brightly colored baby shower. 

Your worries ceased and a smile came to your face; all of this was for you?

The past weeks had been insanely stressful and you didn’t realize how tense you were until the realization that all of these people in this room cared for you and your baby…

Maybe it was the hormones or maybe it was the stress all coming undone, but you felt yourself tearing up. 

Ahsoka shouted “surprise”, until she saw your eyes watering; she ran up and enveloped you in a big hug.

“Aww y/n! It’s alright, I didn’t mean to upset you” he said, rubbing your back.

“No, no- Ash, this is so sweet- I don’t even know what to say”

“You don’t have to say anything, just know you’re doing a great job”.

She led you to the main area and you conversed with the attendees (Mainly composed of some friends from school and the friends you had made through Ash and Ani).

There was an adorable cake with cutely piped icing in the shapes of baby animals in pastel shades, sparkling cider (non-alcoholic, of course) in what looked like sippy cups (Rex though it would be funny), and a big circular table with a pile of gifts. 

You couldn’t have been more surprised by this.

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Anakin smiled as he watched your excitement; you deserved something special.

He was just about to join the party when his phone began to ring; it was his doctors office.

“Hello?” he answered.

“Is Mr. Skywalker there?” the woman on the other end asked.

“This is he”

“Wonderful, we’ve just called to inform you that your tissue samples have been processed and analyzed”

Anakin’s eye twitched- he had been waiting for those results since he came back… he didn’t know if he even wanted to know.

“Alright”

“Are you in a private area? The results are serious”

Fuck.

“yea, I’m good” he lied as he smiled and waved as you turned around to find him.

“Ok wonderful, unfortunately the results came back indicating high levels of deficiency; your liver is grossly underproducing cholesterol, bile, and is not breaking down saturated fats as a normal liver should”

He closed his eyes and sighed- he knew something was wrong- nothing ever went right for him.

“what does that mean for me exactly?” he asked.

“Your liver’s functionality will rapidly decline in the following weeks and you will feel higher levels of discomfort”

Anakin nodded along as he listened to the woman list off symptoms he should expect.

“How long?”

“Pardon?” she asked

“How long do I have left?”

“Sir, I’m not so sure I ca-“

“I think have a right to know if I’m going to live long enough to see my child’s birth-so how long?” he seethed.

“A few weeks… But, there are possibilities for longer- do you know how far along on the donor list you are? Remember everyone’s path is different, you may-”.

Anakin hung up and shoved his phone back into his pocket. He felt his chest heaving, but the sounds of the lively gathering only a few yards away, caught his attention.

You were grinning ear to ear as your friends all doted on you. He couldn’t ruin your day. He just needed to push the information aside for now and focus on you.

He could deal with this the same way he dealt with everything; ignore it.

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After mingling for a bit you realized Anakin had been sitting off to the side; not unlike him, but you would think he would put on a more cheery face at his unborn child’s baby shower.

He was leaning back in one of those uncomfortable folding metal chairs, his arm resting on the table beside him. You walked up and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder and he flinched as if you startled him. 

“Ani, what's the matter?” you asked.

He shook his sandy locks and readjusted himself on the chair, “Nothing princess, Just don’t like keeping things from you” he said vaguely. 

“What? About this party?” you questioned, confusedly. 

Anakin obviously knew something you didn’t but he didn’t want to ruin your time here so he lied- you looked so happy- you deserved to always be this happy.

So he took a deep breath and mustered up an authentic smile and reached for your hand. 

“Hah, yea- you almost caught me a few times. I was worried I would give in to your questions and ruin the surprise” he said, leaning up for a kiss. 

You happily returned the gesture and smiled against him. 

“I was wondering why you were acting off earlier- you had me worried, but I’m glad everything is alright! Should we go back?” you smiled, tugging lightly on his sweatshirt’s hem. 

“Of course, sweetheart”

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You settled in to bed with a smile on your face; today was the best day, you had in a while- you felt loved and supported by your friends, you got a lot of great things for your baby (that should be arriving in a few short months), and you got to cuddle with the man whom you loved. 

You snuggled beneath the plush blankets and rested your head on Anakin’s shoulder, “ I can’t wait to meet our baby” you smiled as you hugged yourself closer him.

“Goodnight Ani”.

You felt him tenderly kiss your forehead, “goodnight my love”.

Shortly you drifted off into a peaceful slumber, but Anakin was wide awake; his thoughts raced. 

Today was an exciting day for the two of you, no doubt, but he couldn’t stop thinking about the future. You were so young, so beautiful- you had your whole life ahead of you. And here he was basically twice your age, broken, and useless… and yet-

You loved him.

He knew you loved him, he felt how much you truly cared and sometimes he felt guilty for it. He cherished and loved you just as much but he knew that he would end up leaving you before you left him… it was just a matter of age. 

He had enough health problems when you first met, but he’d been getting worse- it pained him to think of you alone with a child that you weren’t even expecting. That is the last thing he would want to do to you…

He took a deep breath as he felt you sleepily cling closer to him.

Maker.

How was he supposed to tell you his tissue samples came back from the lab this morning?

How was he supposed to tell you he only had a few weeks left?

How was he supposed to break your heart?

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a/n: as i’ve said many times before: I am not a medical professional so i’m sorry for the mistakes in medical knowledge hahah- this chapter was kinda bittersweet :/ and as always i wanna thank you all for reading!!

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[erosedits]

'Cause my baby's fit like a daydream, walking with his head down, I'm the one he's walking to. So call it what you want.

[chelseachilly]

king of my heart - pt 6

my baby’s fit like a daydream walking with his head down i’m the one he’s walking to

pairing: reader x ben chilwell summary: a new season for chelsea means an exciting new chapter for ben and for your relationship warnings: chelsea winning a game 🫢, smut :) (18+) word count: 2.6k

author’s note: hi! i’m currently on vaca for a week in the carribean (this was prewritten) so i prob won’t post again for a week or so, enjoy this bit of fluff and smut in the meantime 💗

You’re practically bursting at the seams with excitement as you sit on Ben’s couch, waiting for him to return home.

The Chelsea jet landed almost an hour ago and you know he’ll be back any time now. He’s been gone for two weeks for the summer USA tour, officially the longest you’ve been apart since you began seeing each other, and it’s been torture.

You tried to FaceTime as much as possible, but the time difference and your busy schedules made it challenging, so you feel like you’ve hardly even talked to him since you kissed him goodbye two weeks ago.

You stayed at Ben’s while he was away to watch his dog Oscar and water the plants. He would typically hire people for that, but you were happy to do it, and staying at Ben’s huge house was hardly a burden for you.

There was also the advantage of being able to raid Ben’s wardrobe - more specifically, his dirty laundry basket - for hoodies smelled like him. One of which you’re currently wearing as you sit on the couch, curled up with Oscar, watching The Office reruns.

It’s getting pretty late, and you had a long work day, so you feel your eyelids getting heavier by the moment as you wait for your boyfriend to get home.

Eventually, you’re unable to stop yourself from drifting off on the couch. You don’t know how long you’re out for, but when you wake up, you feel a gentle hand caressing your face.

“Hey there, sleepyhead.”

“Ben?” you yawn, eyes still shut.

It takes you a moment to come to your senses, but when you open your eyes and see Ben’s bright blue-green ones staring back at you, you fling yourself at him. He’s crouched on the floor next to you, and he shifts back onto his bum so he can pull you into his lap and hold you close.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he mumbles into your neck, his low voice and breathy whisper completely intoxicating you. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too,” you say, your hands clutching at the material of his t-shirt. “You have no idea how long those two weeks felt.”

“Oh, trust me, I do,” Ben says, pulling back so he can take your face in his hands and kiss you firmly.

You missed his kisses like crazy, how his lips feel like a drug as they capture yours. You can’t get enough of him, especially after all these days apart.

You’re interrupted by Oscar joining the two of you on the floor, nuzzling Ben for some attention. You really can’t blame the dog - you know he missed him too.

“There’s my boy,” Ben says with a smile, petting Oscar. “Thanks again for watching him, Y/N.”

“Of course, babe.”

You smile, moving to stand up, but Ben swiftly wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you down to the couch, covering your face and neck with more kisses as you laugh loudly.

“I love you wearing my clothes,” Ben murmurs, slipping his hand under the hoodie to caress your bare back. “But I also really wanna take this off you right now, if you’re not too tired.”

“Please, I’ve been thinking about this for two weeks straight, and those Instagram photos of you training the other day drove me mad,” you say, watching him grin for a moment before pulling him in for another searing kiss. “Take me upstairs, Chilly.”

Ben happily complies, scooping you up by your thighs so you can wrap your legs around his waist and beginning to carry you to his bedroom.

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You only have a couple of days to enjoy your little bubble of reunion bliss before Ben is back into the thick of training at Cobham.

His first match of the season is a home game at Stamford Bridge, and you can’t wait to see him playing for the club again after a couple months off.

The morning of the game, you and Charlotte get ready in your matching Chelsea shirts - yours with Chilwell on the back, hers with Mount.

It’s a different experience entirely being at the Bridge now that your relationship is known to the public. You can feel many eyes on you and Charlotte as you make your way to your seats.

It’s an exciting match against Leeds, with the score tied 1-1 at halftime. You’re happy to see Ben is playing very well, among one of the best performances you’ve ever seen from him, and even assisted a goal for Conor in the first fifteen minutes.

You’ve always cared about football, about your club winning, but never like this. You’re so invested that it’s like you’re on the pitch yourself, wincing at every bad pass and jumping up in your seat every time the ball reaches the penalty area.

Your brother texts you during the break, and you can’t help but chuckle at his message.

Max - 3:48PM Your boy’s on fire 🔥

You - 3:49PM Yeppppp 💙

Max - 3:50PM You’re whipped sis 😉

Although you roll your eyes and ignore your brother’s message, he isn’t wrong. It’s almost frightening how much Ben consumes your every thought, how you have to force yourself to concentrate on work throughout the day rather than the way he touched you the night before or the sweet texts he sends you while he’s at training.

You’ve almost told him you love him a couple times now, but you keep chickening out at the last minute. You know it’s true from the very bottom of your heart and the depths of your soul, but you’re terrified of saying it.

Things are getting pretty serious between you two, there’s no denying that. You definitely get the vibe that Ben feels the same way you do, but he’s still a twenty-something and a professional athlete and, frankly, a super fit guy.

Despite how it may seem, you can’t help but feel a bit worried that it will all end, that he’ll get sick of you and move on to the next girl or decide he needs to focus on football.

“You alright?” Charlotte asks you as the second half begins.

You quickly snap out of your train of thought and nod, focusing once again on the match.

Things remain heated as the game continues, with Chelsea playing a strong defense but struggling to move forward. As they move into added time, it’s looking like it’s going to be a draw - not the result you hoped for, but a point nonetheless.

It happens so quickly you barely have time to react, but one moment the Leeds defender has possession and a second later, Ben has the ball and is running quickly toward the goal. The other team tries to stop him, but he deftly avoids their efforts to tackle him and kicks the ball toward the net.

Your breath catches in your throat as you wait to see if it went in, and then the stadium erupts with cheers.

You and Charlotte both jump up and down and hug each other tightly, overwhelmed with excitement at such an incredible goal in the final moments.

“Shit, I think I might actually like football now,” Charlotte laughs as you settle down a bit.

The both of you run down to the tunnels, trying to beat the foot traffic of the many fans exiting the stadium and get to your boys as quickly as possible.

There’s an electric atmosphere in the changing room when you get down there, one of the assistant coaches recognizing you and letting you in. The boys are blaring music and passing beers around, obviously happy with this great start to the season after struggling in the last one.

Ben thrusts his beer bottle into Reece’s hand when he sees you and runs over to you. You meet him halfway and jump into his arms. The excitement has both of you a bit carried away, as you immediately start kissing passionately in front of all his mates.

A few of the lads - and Charlotte - wolf whistle as you kiss him, running your fingers through his sweaty hair, but you couldn’t care less.

“Oi, Chilly, get a room!”

Ben breaks the kiss, probably to tell the guys to bugger off, but another thought seems to occur to him as he takes your hand and leads you down the hall and into an empty physio room.

He dives in to kiss you again, and after a few quick pecks, you pull back and hold his face in both hands.

“What is it, love?” Ben asks you, a smile still on his face.

You admire his bright eyes, his winning grin and contagious energy for a moment, moving your hands to his biceps and squeezing softly.

“It’s just…you,” you admit shyly, your cheeks a bit rosy. “You were so incredible today, and I always love watching you play, but this match was really something else. You’re so special, Ben, both on and off the pitch, and I just-“

“I love you,” Ben exhales, his wide eyes staring into yours.

You stare back at him from a moment, trying to process his words. “You…”

“I love you, Y/N,” he repeats, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

The grin on your face is blinding as you wrap your arms tighter around his neck, replying those words over and over again in your mind.

Ben loves you, and everything is perfect.

“I love you too, Ben,” you say softly, brushing your nose against his.

He smiles just as bright as he leans in to kiss you again, this time holding your waist tightly and bringing you flush against his body.

It’s a bit of a challenge to kiss at first with how much you’re both smiling, but then Ben starts to trail kisses down your neck and your breath hitches.

Without a second thought, you instinctively reach down to tug his shirt off, wanting to feel every inch of his skin against yours.

“Is the door locked?” you mumble as he helps you remove his shirt and then reaches for yours.

“Yeah,” Ben breathes against your lips, squeezing your waist. “Are you sure? I don’t have much time, I need to shower and go do press-“

“We’d better be quick then,” you grin, pulling the shirt with his name on the back up and over your head.

Ben stares at you in complete awe for a few seconds before reaching out and hoisting you up into his arms, carefully setting you down on the physio table.

He helps you out of your jeans quickly before pulling down his shorts, and you can see how hard he already is for you. You know you’re ready for him, too, feeling the familiar ache between your thighs as his strong arms maneuver you so you’re at his entrance.

“You ready, love?” he mumbles against your lips as he pulls your knickers down.

You nod once and he slides into you, both of you inhaling sharply at the contact. He begins to quickly thrust into you as you cling to his shoulders.

“You feel so good, baby,” Ben moans into your neck. “Can’t believe - can’t believe you’re mine-“

“I’m all yours, Ben,” you say, cutting yourself off with a high-pitched moan as he hits a particularly sensitive spot inside you. “You looked so good out there today, I couldn’t wait to have you inside me…”

“Fuck, Y/N,” Ben groans, your words obviously encouraging him as he begins to thrust harder and faster into you. “I’m not gonna last long-“

“And when you scored that goal…you made me so proud, Ben,” you continue, kissing his shoulder. “I love you so much-“

“Babe, I’m gonna-“

Ben lets out a low moan as he comes, his face buried in your neck. You run your fingers through his hair as he rides it out, him leaving little kisses on your collarbone before eventually pulling out of you and grabbing a couple tissues to clean both of you up.

“Sorry, baby, couldn’t help it,” Ben laughs softly, leaning in to kiss you on the lips before tugging his underwear back on. “You talking about the match like that, and telling me you love me…”

He stares at you in disbelief for another moment, and you pull him back into your arms to rest your forehead against his.

“It’s alright,” you smile. “You deserved a little reward for that goal. And because I love you.”

“I love you too,” Ben says again, a massive grin on his face.

He begins to trail kisses down your breasts and toward your stomach, and as much as you don’t want it to stop, you place a hand on his shoulder and gently push him away.

“I can’t leave you hanging, babe!” Ben protests, and you just lovingly roll your eyes.

“You’ve got interviews, and you really need a shower first,” you tease him, making Ben furrow his eyebrows in response. “You can finish me off later.”

“Oh, I intend to,” Ben smiles. “Many, many times.”

With the anticipation of that happening when you get home, you rush to get dressed and get Ben back into the changing room as soon as possible so he can get any press he has to do over with.

“There’s our man of the match,” Kai chuckles as you walk back in, clapping Ben’s shoulder.

Ben is still holding your hand, and Charlotte and Mason rush over to you guys, Charlotte discreetly reaching out to fix your hair. You realize it must still be visibly messy from your little rendezvous, meaning it’s probably fairly obvious what you and Ben just did - if it wasn’t already.

“Looks like Chilly scored twice today,” Mason jokes, only loud enough for the four of you to hear, and you elbow him in the ribs as Ben glares at him and Charlotte laughs.

“Shut it, Mount,” you roll your eyes before turning back to Ben. “Go shower, I’ll see you after the interviews.”

“Okay,” Ben smiles, jogging off to the showers.

You watch him go before turning around to chat with Charlotte and Mason, trying to tame the blush arising on your cheeks. You’re not really that embarrassed, though - you and Ben have been together for months now, and you’re not ashamed to reward your man for such a performance.

As you’re asking Mason a question about the game, you feel a hand grab your waist, and before you can react you’re being pulled into one more kiss.

“Ben,” you chuckle against his lips, “what’s gotten into you?”

“Nothing, I just love you,” he says casually but loud enough for everyone to hear, planting one more kiss on your lips before running away again.

All the boys laugh and cheer as Ben disappears once again into the showers, leaving you standing there completely smitten and totally overwhelmed by how much you love this man.

You feel like you’re floating on a cloud, and at this moment, you don’t think there’s anything that could bring you down.

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[personthattoleratesme]

how about sweet nothing now that we're in a swiftie mood I can't stop

Idk if you want me to truly get into a swiftie mod cause I am truly the most swiftie phannie ever. Like these are the two things I’m most annoying about I have a Spotify playlist of like 50 songs dedicated to dnp coded Taylor songs I could talk about this for hours

Sweet Nothing is such a good one it’s so them. “They said the end is coming, everyone’s up to something, I find myself running home to your sweet nothings. Outside they’re push and shoving, you’re in the kitchen humming, all that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing”

I’ll add some personal favorites from my playlist, I have many more thoughts about Taylor songs that relate to them cause there’s so many and I have a lot of thoughts but I’ll keep it brief with a couple lyrics from a couple songs

Timeless - “I believe that we were supposed to find this. So even in a different life, you still would’ve been mine we would’ve been timeless.” “I’m gonna love you when our hair is turning gray. We’ll have a cardboard box of photos of the life we made, and you’ll say oh my we really were timeless”

You are in love - (this song makes me sob regardless it’s so sweet but then if you listen to it from a dnp lens it’s just devastatingly sweet) “You can hear it in the silence, you can feel it on the way home, you can see it with the lights out, you are in love, true love.” “One night he wakes, strange look on his face, pauses then says “you’re my best friend” and you knew what it was, he is in love”

Call it what you want - (genuinely to me this is THEIR song like it’s perfect) “My baby’s fit like daydream walking with his head down, I’m the one he’s walking to. So call it what you want, yeah call it what you want to.” “All my flowers grew back as thorns, windows boarded up after the storm, he built a fire just to keep me warm” “and I know I make the same mistakes every time, bridges burn, I never learn, at least I did one thing right.”

Lover - (sometimes I imagine them slow dancing to this in the phouse) “Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years? Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? Take me out, and take me home. You’re my, my, my, my lover” “And you’ll save all your dirtiest jokes for me, and at every table I’ll save you a seat, lover”

If anyone else has more input or wants me to yap about this in more depth then lmk cause this is exactly my niche

[vendetta-if]

hello! im a vendetta fan and also a swiftie by coincidence.

skylar fits "i think he knows" though they arent necessarily a he. it's the pop vibes i get from them. maybe even paper rings?

rin somewhat fits delicate cuz of their aristrocratic vibes and the whole situation with rin is somewhat delicate? maybe even state of grace with the lyrics "love is a ruthless game unless u play it good and right"

i feel like Call it what you want gives me santana vibes but theirs would be more grungy. also because they couldnt give a damn abt what people say abt their and mc's relationship.

this ask got too long so i'll seperate it if thats okay

Yoo, “Midnight Rain” is soo perfect for Yvette! I can’t even point to specific lyrics because all of them fit. Oh my… I’ll be adding it to Viktor & Yvette spotify playlist! Thank you for introducing me to the song 😊

As for the ROs, “I Think He Knows” is a better fit for Skylar than “Paper Rings” 🤔 Not to mention that Skylar totally knows when MC has some kind of feelings for them, which is why the Tsundere options kinda work 🤭 And sure MC “wanna see what’s under that attitude like”.

For Rin, I think “State of Grace” has some parts of the lyrics that are more fitting than “Delicate”, but the latter has a more mellow and chill vibe that fits Rin more. Along with the one you already mentioned, this part of the lyrics from “State of Grace” is kinda fitting for Rin as well:

“You come around and the armor falls Pierce the room like a cannonball Now all we know is don’t let go”

Ooh, I can definitely feel the Santana and MC relationship vibe from “Call It What You Want”, especially this part of the lyrics:

“I’m doing better then I ever was cause My baby’s fit like a daydream Walking with his head down I’m the one he’s walking to So, call it what you want, yeah My baby’s fly like a jetstream High above the whole scene Loves me like I’m brand new.”

And yes, “It’s Nice to Have a Friend” is also fitting for Ash and MC 🥹 The lyrics are just perfect, as if recapping MC’s and Ash’s friendship from childhood to adult when they finally get into a relationship 🥰 Also, since Ash had—and still has—a difficult time making friends and MC is their very first friend and best friend, the words “It’s nice to have a friend” really feels like something that little Ash would have said or thought.

[gatzbright]

dnf + call it what you want

my baby's fit like a daydream ...

walking with his head down, i’m the one he’s walking to …

so call it what you want, yeah call it what you want to …

my baby's fly like a jet stream high above the whole scene ...

loves me like i'm brand new ...

so call it what you want, yeah call it what you want to ...

[toomuchracket]

A relationship with Ross feels so Call it What You Want by Taylor Swift coded. Like ‘my baby’s fit like a daydream, walking with his head down, I’m the one he’s walking to’ !!!!

YEAH that line is so him!! you're properly together and definitely not a secret to anyone that matters, but ross - being him, a fairly private and chill person - hasn't like announced you as his girlfriend on the public insta or anything. and you're genuinely happy with it, because it allows you some privacy to go about life as normal, but i think ross worries that you might get upset when it comes to pop-up events for the band and there's all these pics and vids of pretty girls clinging to him and like blatantly flirting (he's obviously not flirting back) because they think he's single. and ross tells you this the night before one of the events, bless him; you take his face in your hands and say "baby, you don't need to worry about that all. you're coming home to me, at the end of the day - i know i'm the one you want all the time. and i do mean all the time. you're obsessed with me, babe!", and you kiss him. and ross laughs and he's like "no i really am obsessed with you, you're my dream girl. but can you blame me? you're perfect", and you're like "god you can't say that shit to me i'm going to get the worst ego on the planet". and (also on the call it what you want vibe) the next day, after the pop-up is done and ross comes home with some merch and kisses for you, he's like "i've got an idea. let's go for a walk", and the two of you go hand-in-hand (as you do all the time!) into the city. he drags you into a tattoo shop and you're a bit like "wtf" and then you're like "oh my GOD" because ross literally asks if they have walk in space for him to get your first initial tattooed really small on the side of his wrist ("where it would brush against you while you hold my hand, babe!"); they do, he gets it proudly, and then he's like "told you i was obsessed". and you're determined not to be outdone, so you drag him into a jeweller's nearby and buy a real silver necklace with an R on it, which you put on immediately. and you're like "this is the best bit of jewellery ever", and ross agrees, but not fully - he's pretty sure the engagement ring he's been hiding in his sock drawer for the past month will one up the necklace. but he loves it - and you - anyway, regardless on whether or not instagram knows lol <3

[harlowhockeystick]

princess and nolan as taylor songs :

my qualifications: femme lesbian who loves nolan. at the age of 8 i had brain surgery, now i only make decisions with my tayfrontal cortex.

-Picture to Burn. she sings this at every minor inconvenience

-I’m Only Me When I’m With You.

-Tell Me Why.

-The Way I Loved You.

-Mr Perfectly Fine. she sings this to him all the time.

-Mine.

-Story of Us.

-Stay Stay Stay.

-The Moment I Knew. he missed their dogs bday party. by party it was her the dog, doggie treats and doggie movie marathon.

-Come Back…Be Here. missing her man on a roadie :(

-Blank Space boys only want love if it’s torture. don’t say i didn’t warn ya.

-Wildest Dreams. their song. period. this is playing her her head at all times.

-I Know Places. his fans are taylor swift level stalker.

-Ready for it…? KNEW HE WAS A KILLER FORST TIME THAT I SAW HIM WONDER HOW MANY GIRLS HE HAD LOVED AND LEFT HAUNTED. all of us princes. every girl gay they them on tumblr wondered this when they saw this man.

-End Game. every wag claims end game is theirs because it’s about wanting to be on the first roster. so many sports references.

-Gorgeous.

-King of My Heart. their story.

-Dress. contrary to the rumours it’s not black, it’s pink.

-Call It What You Want. MY BABYS FIT LIKE A DAYDREAM WALKING WITH HIS HEAD DOWN IM THE ONE HES WALKING TOOOOOOOOO.

-I Forgot That You Existed. not them, just nolan. @ Ron Hextall @ Bobby Clarke @ the entire flyers organization.

-Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince. need i say more.

-NO THEY ARE NOT PAPER RINGS. it is a very cute sentiment but not for them. she’s not asking for the most expensive, but defs good quality. her ring is solid and no chance of their union breaking.

-False God. idk if they’re religious but if they are they’re going to hell cause they might as well set up deity alters for one another since they’re obsssssessssed obsessed. like it’s sacrilegious and we should call the Vatican.

-Afterglow.

-peace.

-the lakes.

-gold rush.

-no body no crime. they are criminals in love. these two are defs hiding a body together then fucking in the bed of his truck under the stars.

-ivy.

-Midnight Rain. nolan vibing to this one. she is sunshine i am midnight RAIN.

-Bejeweled. her. he lets her be bejeweled.

-Karma.

-Mastermind.

allow me to elaborate?

picture to burn - "there's nothing stopping me from going out with all of your best friends" she screams that line whenever they have the tiniest of fights. like she just puts in her airpods and blasts this song. he looks on spotify and sees what she's playing and he's like "dear fucking god it was a joke"

i'm only me when i'm with you - "and i know everything about you" yeah nolan knows everything about her and she knows everything about him. to everyone else it's kind of creepy how well they know each other, it's like they can read each others minds. and they're not afraid to be themselves around each other, no matter how opposite they are of each other.

tell me why - "and i need you like a heartbeat, but you know you got a mean streak" is so them cause like they literally need each other, can't live without each other, but both of them have the biggest attitudes in their own way. they'll snap and pop off on each other, but they just can't seem to live without each other.

the way i loved you - needs no explanation. this is them.

mr. perfectly fine - no comment, she just sings this very loud and nolan likes it when she sings

mine - "you are the best thing, that's ever been mine" nolan puts that in his wedding vows cause he KNOWS how much she likes that song :,)

the story of us - "i would lay the armor down if you say you'd rather love than fight" cause at the end of the day, both of them hate picking at each other and getting on their nerves, and all they wanna do is just love each other.

stay stay stay - "nobody else is gonna love me when i get mad mad mad" it's true. even when she's mad, even when he's been ignoring her all day, they still love each other even at their worst.

the moment i knew - this is her song when he is on a road game during her birthday early on in their relationship and she realizes that if she's gonna stick with this relationship, she is gonna have to realize he can't be there for her during every single thing, and that sucks.

come back...be here - "i don't want to need you this way" if you've heard the story behind this song, the way taylor wrote it, you KNOW this is so them. she didn't want to get attached to him right away, she didn't want to get so invested when he was gone five days out of seven.

blank space - "i get drunk on jealousy" she hates when other girls slip into his dm's, approach him in public, try and flirt with him. she cannot stand another woman even looking in his direction. she doesn't intend on getting mad at him, but it comes out that way. if he wasn't just so......hot this wouldn't happen.

wildest dreams - "he's so bad but he does it so well" she knows about hockey players, the stereotype's about them cause after all she is cousins with nate isn't she? she knows what she is about to get herself into, but she can't help it. she falls deeply in love with a bad boy.

i know places - she hates that everyone is always trying to see what he's up to, seeing if he's active, so she loves and appreciates that he always keeps things so private, only posting once in a blue moon.

ready for it - "every lover known in comparison is a failure" nothing compares to their love; their raw, angsty, dirty, gritty, incredible love. past relationships combined are all specs of dirt compared to him, for her.

end game - "i don't wanna miss you like the other girls do" she knows that his exes miss him, and she doesn't ever want to experience that. she'll do anything in her power to make sure she never misses him like anyone else does.

gorgeous - "you've ruined my life, by not being mine" is her thoughts when she is forced to go home alone after seeing him for the fifth time at the suit store she worked at, and not even getting his number. she's forced to think about him day and night...until he comes in the store...not for a suit, but for her number.

king of my heart - "your love is a secret i'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep" she wants to keep his love, his words, his touch, his everything to herself for the rest of her life. the moment they first kiss she owns him, she's his forever from the very first touch.

dress - "i only bought this dress so you could take it off" is actually true for her. when they're first dating, like only a couple of months in, she wears the hottest dress he's ever seen in his life in hopes that he takes it off of her later that night...which he does.

call it what you want - "i want to wear his initial on a chain round my neck" the first gift he ever got her was a necklace with the letter N on it, and she wore it until it literally fell apart. which she got very emotional over.

i forgot that you existed - she gets with him once he moves to vegas, obv, and as he starts to open about how he was hurt by philly she listens to everything he says.

miss americana & the heartbreak prince - he is her heartbreak prince, her handsome, her loving, her angsty, her mysterious heartbreak prince that she'll do anything to keep to herself.

false god - "hell is when i fight with you" she hates fighting with him. even though she is so stubborn, even though he is so hard headed, she hates fighting and arguing with him. and even in the middle of it, she would still worship the love they have for each other.

afterglow - "tell me that i'm all you want, even when i break your heart" when she overreacts, when she gets mad over the littlest things, when she gets frustrated, she still needs to know that he still loves her. and he does, he's convinced that there is nothing she can do that will make him stop loving her.

peace - "give you my wild, give you a child" even though it's a big debate for years between the two, she wants to give him a child, but until then, she'll give him the wildest days of his life.

the lakes - she just wants to escape with him, and every summer they do. each summer they escape to manitoba for the time being, just being by one anothers side and not being bothered by anybody else.

gold rush - they love going around their families and hometowns together, because they are such polar opposites everyone is so shocked. the hippie, mountain man that nolan is with real life barbie hanging on his arm, nobody believes it.

no body no crime - listen....if it really came down to it....they would kill for each other. but she also knows that if she were to ever catch him with another woman, both him and the woman would be killed dead.

ivy - "my house of stone, your ivy grows, and now i'm covered in you" nolan was a cold, frozen up, shut-off to the world man, and now he's covered in the warm life of his princess that he's so incapsulated to be in.

midnight rain - except, she is sunshine and he is midnight rain

karma - he knew, when he had the listening party with her (he wanted to sleep, but she forced him to stay up and listen) that when this song came on it was gonna be her song for a very long time. and he was right.

mastermind - "the first night that you saw me i knew i wanted your body" this goes both ways; the first time she saw him, made eye contact with his crystal blues, she knew that she was going to be screwed for a while. he knew that from the very first time he saw her, he knew that he had to have her.

hits different - "each bar plays our song, nothin has ever felt so wrong" that first time they break up/take a break they both know that they're meant from each other. the first couple of days they spend away from each other and not because he's across the country, they know that they're meant for each other. the first time he hears their song, he is using the only pink key that he has on his keychain to go over to her place, to make it right.

[hangmanbradshaw]

So tell me if I am being annoying because obviously I can stop, but I was listening to Taylor on shuffle in anticipation of her further ruining my already ruined sleep schedule, and Call It What You Want came up, and while reputation is not my favourite album, it just seemed like such a Jake and Bradley song. Or more specifically a Bradley song about Jake to me. and then I was like I’m going to tell Steph, but freely admit I can be an annoying person so I can stop spewing my thoughts at you

It’s never annoying, I promise 💙 I welcome and highly enjoy any messages or thoughts like this any time! Gimme gimme.

Okay…..reputation is a sereshaw album to me and call it what you want is SOOOOOO THEM. It’s on my playlist actually. “You don’t have to save me, but would you run away with me” obsessed. “My baby’s fit like a daydream, walking with his head down, I’m the one he’s walking to.”

“High above the whole scene, loves me like I’m brand new so call it what you want” I LOVE IT.

Bradley to Jake ooh do share more if you have additional thoughts 👀

(Why does Taylor have so many songs that fit them so well)

[th30ra3k3n]

taylor swift really writes for my ships and my ships only. i’m screaming, crying, perfect storm.

STEDDIE

MY CASTLE CRUMPLED OVERNIGHT. I BRIUGHT A KNIFE TO GUN FIGHT. THEY TOOK THE CROWN BUT IT’S ALRIGHT. ALL THE LIARS ARE CALLING ME ONE. NOBODY’S HEARD FROM ME FOR MONTHS. I’M DOING BETTER THAN I EVER WAS. ‘CAUSE MY BABY’S FIT LIKE A DAYDREAM, WALKING WITH HIS HEAD DOWN. I’M THE ONE HE’S WALKING TO. SO CALL IT WHAT YOU WANT, YEAH, CALL IT WHAT YOU WANT TO.

[seaweedbrain404]

there’s just something about the way taylor swift writes about love that i haven’t been able to find from any other artist. like it’s “and you’ll save all your dirtiest jokes for me”, “hell was the journey but it brought me heaven” and “i want your midnights but i’ll be cleaning up bottles with you on new year’s day”, “my baby’s fit like a daydream walking with his head down im the one he’s walking to” but also “you would break your back to make me break a smile” and “fighting with a true love is boxing with no gloves”, “i’m so in love that i might stop breathing” and “five seconds later im fastening myself to you with a stitch and im not even sorry” and “you’re in the kitchen humming all you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing” and “i once believed love would be burning red but it’s golden”

[therecordchanger62279]

WAYBACK RECORDS

“Where are you?”

“I just left Sidney, and I’m headed up to Wapak, and then I’ll take 33 to Dublin. I should be back there by closing time.”

“Well make sure you are. A.J.’s not about to put up with any more excuses from you about getting lost now that there’s a GPS in your truck.”

“I know, I know. I won’t get lost. I’ll have everything delivered, and be back by closing. I swear.”

“Alright. See that you are.”

******

Meet Ronnie Dawson, a delivery driver for a small roofing co. in a small town in Ohio. Mr. Dawson walks a fine line between the real world and a world of dreams. When this day began, he was living reality. Before the day ends, he’ll be living a dream in a place we like to call…... The Twilight Zone.

******

I can’t get back late again today or my boss will fire me. This job isn’t really suited to me, but I collect records, and it gives me a chance to drive all over the state to different towns where I can check out any record stores that are still in business and maybe a thrift store or garage sales or flea markets now and again. The store I worked for was the last one in my town, and I just have to get my record fix. I don’t like shopping online. I don’t trust people. Anyway, I needed a job, and figured this job might feed me, and my habit. So when I’m in these different towns delivering roofing materials for jobs we’ve got coming up, sometimes I take a few detours just to see what I can find. Just last week I scored a Percy Mayfield record on Ray Charles’ Tangerine label for 50 cents at a thrift store in Hamilton. And last month I found a 45 of my favorite record by The Coasters, Shoppin’ For Clothes on Atco for a quarter at a garage sale up in Lima. You never know what you’ll come across. I’m probably pushing my luck with my boss. But I can’t help it.

Just then the cell phone rang.

“Hi, baby. What’s up?”

“Damn you, Ronnie!”

It was his wife, Rita.

“What’s wrong? What’d I do?”

“You know damn good and well what you did. Did you think I’d never find them?”

“Okay. Calm down. I know what this is about. You found the box of records in the closet in the guest room. I only put them in there until-“

“I don’t care. That’s not a guest room anymore. It’s supposed to be a nursery. Remember? If you think you’re going to keep buying records and storing them where the baby’s going to sleep, you’re daydreaming, buddy. I swear. I’ve had just about enough of this. There are records in every room in this house. I want a family, and the way you’re going we’ll never have the space or the money for either. You think I don’t know you’re buying records when you’re supposed to be working? You’re going to lose that job. Stella from the office called here last week looking for you. She said A.J. was having a fit you were getting back so late, and using too much gasoline to make the deliveries. How long do you think you can get away with it?”

“I know. I know. I promise-“

“I don’t want to hear it. Get your ass home in time for dinner tonight or you’ll need a divorce lawyer – and a good one. Because if I divorce you, I swear I’ll take every last one of those records in the settlement, and I'll burn 'em.”

And she hung up.

She knew when she married me that I had a habit. She doesn’t understand it. I settled back for the drive to Wapak, and listened to an oldies station on the truck radio.

_____

The drive to Wapak was uneventful. There’s not much to see or do in a town that small except for the Armstrong Air & Space Museum. But I never had any luck finding records in Wapak, so I made short order of lunch at Wendy’s and got back on the highway to Dublin – my last stop for the day before heading home. At least it was supposed to be my last. About midway between Wapak and Dublin, not long after I passed the exit to Indian Lake, I noticed a road sign that read Exit 6 Phillips 24 miles. Phillips? I’d never heard of Phillips, Ohio. Curious, I decided to talk to my new GPS.

“Reroute to Phillips, Ohio. Confirm, please?”

There was silence from the GPS. So I spoke the instructions again.

“There is no Phillips, Ohio in the database.”

“There must be. I saw a road sign.”

I tried once more, and again got the same response.

Worthless piece of crap. Who needs a GPS anyway? That’s what road signs are for. I’ll just turn off when I reach the exit. I’ve been making good time. I can still have a look around and get to Dublin and then home in plenty of time. I turned the radio up, and sang along with Get Off My Cloud by The Stones, and tapped the wheel to Draggin’ the Line by Tommy James.

     _____

There’s the exit. Phillips, Ohio. Probably named after the great Sam Phillips of Sun Records fame. There’s got to be some great vinyl finds in a town named after Sam Phillips. There was nothing except open roads and empty fields after I took the exit. I must have driven a good dozen miles or so before I saw a sign that read: Welcome to Phillips, Ohio. Population 570.

Wow! This town is really small. No wonder the GPS never heard of it. I wonder how much further the town is? Just then, on the horizon, I saw what looked to be a main street with buildings lining both sides, and a stop light ahead. The place looked pretty clean, and there was parking up and down either side of the street. I pulled into an open space, and put the truck into park and looked at the sign directly in front of me. Wayback Records. Well, I’ll be damned. They’ve got a record shop. And it looks like it’s open, too.

Sure enough, it was open for business. But nothing prepared me for what I saw when I stepped inside. The place was enormous. It seemed to go on for miles in every direction. And there were racks, and racks, and racks filled with records as far back as the eye could see. The walls were covered with posters advertising Rock ‘n’ Roll shows. There was a ticket window to the left that must have sold concert tickets to shows in the area. Next to that was a long counter filled with buttons, and belt buckles, and scarves, and countless other things embossed with band names and logos. To my right was a magazine stand overflowing with Rock magazines. I’d never seen so many in one place in my entire life. Rolling Stone, Creem, Crawdaddy, Circus, Circus Raves, NY Rocker, Hit Parader, Melody Maker, Zig Zag, Sounds, NME, Who Put the Bomp, Kicks, Mojo Navigator, The Record, Goldmine, Billboard, Cashbox, Record Collector, Trouser Press, and too many more to mention. On the floor next to the stand were stacks and stacks of back issues of nearly every title. I couldn’t believe my eyes. On the overhead sound system I heard – no, it couldn’t be. But it was! They were listening to Trout Mask Replica by Captain Beefheart and His Magic Band. And it slowly dawned on me that I wasn’t going to make it home on time that night. I wasn’t going to make the delivery to Dublin either. I was going to need an alibi, and fast! I ran back out to my truck, opened the glove box, and found my cell phone, and dialed A.J.’s.

“A.J. Construction. May I help you?”

“Stella. It’s Ronnie. I’ve got a problem.”

“Oh for god’s sake. What now?”

“The truck broke down, and I had to have it towed for service.”

“Where are you?”

“I’m in Phillips, Ohio off 33 about halfway between Wapakoneta and Dublin.”

“Hang on. I’ll get A.J.”

A few moments later I was listening to my boss, and he wasn’t happy.

“Goddammit Ronnie! What the hell happened?”

“The truck broke down A.J. I had to get it towed to a service station. They’re working on it right now.”

I almost had myself convinced.

“I just had that truck serviced a month ago. What happened?”

“I don’t know. Everything was fine, and then out of the blue, the thing just died. I think it’s the electrical system. I couldn’t get it started, and I didn’t have any lights or radio or anything.”

“Well, those supplies need to be in Dublin by tomorrow morning or we’ll lose that contract. I guess I’ll have to send another truck and we’ll have to reload them.”

“No, A.J. That won’t be necessary.”

I was trying not to panic.

“Well, what do you suggest? I don’t want to lose that job.”

“Maybe they can get it started. It’s still early enough. I can probably get them to Dublin by tonight. But I’ll be real late getting back.”

“Did the mechanic think he could fix it today?”

“He hasn’t said anything yet. He’s still doing a diagnostic on it.”

“Well, when you find something out, call me back.”

“Right, A.J. I sure will.”

And with that I hung up. But that wasn’t the worst of it. I still had to call my wife and tell her I wouldn’t make dinner. After giving some thought to it, I decided that call could wait. And I headed back inside the shop.

I began wandering around and I saw several glass booths set up throughout the store, and there were people inside them with headphones on sitting in chairs, listening to records on the turntables. As far as I could see, it was mostly records. But on one of the walls near the cash register there were 8 tracks, and a smaller selection of cassette tapes. There wasn’t a CD anywhere in the place. The aisles were long, and every fixture was jammed with records. I’d never seen anything like it – except in my dreams. As I browsed the aisles looking through the records, I overheard other customers arguing with one another about what they liked and didn’t like. I heard some recommending records to friends or strangers who were nearby. There was a lot of conversation while the music on the overhead sound system now played Dave Edmunds’ Tracks On Wax 4. This was a very strange place indeed.

The selection was also astonishing. The place seemed to stock everything I’d ever heard of. Every artist I could think of seemed to be here, and every record seemed to be stocked. I couldn’t imagine where it had all come from or how they managed to restock it all.

In the middle of the store, dividing two huge sections of LPs were several aisles of tables with wooden boxes on top filled to the brim with 45s. I noticed that the 45s all seemed to be in factory sleeves, and were original label as well. But, how could that be? And how would you ever restock them once you’d sold them? I moved over to a section labeled “R&B/Soul” and began browsing the selection there. What stopped me dead in my tracks was a copy of Frank Wilson’s Do I Love You on the Soul label. That record is highly sought after by Northern Soul collectors, and sells for a fortune online whenever it’s offered for sale. And here it was, just sitting in the rack alongside thousands more original Soul singles – most from England, and all with original sleeves on the original labels.

I picked up the Wilson single and walked to the front counter. There was a big guy working the counter, smoking a cigar. He was wearing a striped shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and when I approached him, he turned and glared at me.

“Got a question, kid?”

“Yeah. Several, I think. Are you the owner?”

“Yeah. Call me Fats. What can I do for you?”

“I was wondering about this record,” and I handed it to Fats across the counter.

“What about it?”

“Well, it’s extremely rare, and you stock it, and….”

“We stock everything kid. That’s what we do.”

“But there’s no price on it, and I –“

“See that sign above the 45s?

 “You mean that one?” I asked pointing at one hanging from the ceiling.

“Yeah. What’s it say?”

“All 45s 99cents.”

“Okay, then.”

“You mean I can buy this record for 99 cents?”

“Jesus! Yes! You got a learning disability?”

“No, but it’s really rare, and – “

“It ain’t rare. We just restocked it from the distributor last week. We sell out, we order more.”

“How late are you open?”

“We’re open ‘til midnight every night. We open at 10 a.m., and we’re closed on Sundays.”

“Why aren’t you open Sundays?”

“Stores should be closed on Sundays. People need to cool out once in awhile, and Sunday used to be the day they did that. Not anymore. But this place closes on Sunday because that’s how I want it. I tell my customers to buy some Sam Cooke and The Soul Stirrers or Sister Rosetta Tharpe to get their Sunday music fix. And we don’t do holidays either. Holidays are for families to gather round the record player, or the upright piano or the radio. When you need that communal music experience, we’re here the rest of the time.”

Looking at my watch, I said, “Man, no wonder I’m hungry. It’s after 5. Is there some place in town to get a bite?”

“Sure thing. Go out the door to your right. About a block up the street you’ll see Roy’s Diner. Best burgers anywhere.”

“Thanks a lot. I’ll be back.”

“We’ll be here, kid. What’d you say your name was?”

“Ronnie. Ronnie Dawson.”

“Your folks name you after Ronnie Hawkins?”

“Nah, I wish.”

Fats chuckled as I headed for the door.

_____

I had a problem. I needed to get that truck full of roofing materials to Dublin by tomorrow morning. I needed to sort out the lie I told my boss. I needed to talk to my wife. And I needed to find a job in Phillips so I could live there the rest of my life. Before I started my walk to Roy’s, I got into my truck and grabbed my cell phone. The first call I made was to A.J.

“A.J.! It’s Ronnie. The truck is fixed, and I’ll have it in Dublin by morning.”

“Well, that’s a relief. What the hell was wrong with it?”

“Uh, there was a wire in the electrical system that sparked, and shorted everything out. Once they fixed that, it started right up.”

“Well, the site will be closed tonight. You won’t be there in time to deliver the materials.”

“I know. I’m gonna drive down tonight, and I’ll sleep in the truck and be there when they open in the morning.”

“Alright, Ronnie. Then get your butt back here because we got two more runs tomorrow.”

“Sure thing, A.J.,” I replied, knowing full well that after tomorrow morning I’d no longer be working for A.J. Construction Co.

I thought it best not to call Rita until I’d had something to eat, so I took the walk to the diner. Roy’s Diner had one of those rusted neon signs on the outside – half-burned out like neon signs always seemed to be. But there was a pair of sunglasses wrapped around the word “diner” and they were lit. The inside of the place had about a dozen small booths along the walls, and a half dozen tables on a red and white tiled floor with tablecloths on each. The booths had those old fashioned jukeboxes on the table. A girl behind the counter called out to me, “Have a seat anywhere, darlin’ I’ll be right with you.”

I took a seat in one of the booths and pulled a menu from between the salt & pepper shakers. It looked as if this restaurant had a theme. And the theme was Roy Orbison. That explained the name and the sunglasses on the sign outside, not to mention the early 60’s décor. And the menu featured a variety of grilled sandwiches with names like The Ooby Dooby, Chicken Hearted, Rock House Chops, Blue Bayou Cajun Fish, and so on. There was even a Candy Man dessert – ice cream with chocolate topping. I ordered The Ooby Dooby burger, a Coke and a side of fries from the waitress whose name tag read “Leah” and who peppered her sentences with the word “Sugar”. You want fries with that, Sugar? Small Coke or large, Sugar? Ketchup and pickle, Sugar? It’d been a while since a woman called me Darlin’ and even longer since one called me Sugar. Leah is in for a generous tip.”

While I waited, I browsed the selection on the jukebox. The titles were familiar: Oh, Pretty Woman, In Dreams, Blue Angel, Runnin’ Scared, Crying, It’s Over, Claudette, and many more – every one of them a Roy Orbison classic. I put a quarter in and chose three of my favorites.

The burger was even tastier than the song it was named after, and when Leah brought the bill, I couldn’t believe it - fifty-seven cents for dinner? That couldn’t be right. I called Leah back over to the table.

“Change your mind about dessert, Sugar?”

“No, but I think you miscalculated the check. Fifty-seven cents sounds a little light, doesn’t it?”

“No, Sugar, that’s right. The burger was 30 cents, the fries were 15, and the Coke was a dime. And two cents for tax.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. But I wasn’t about to argue. I could definitely afford to live in Phillips. I left Leah a generous 2-dollar tip, and made my way back to my truck. For the first time, I began to notice the other businesses on the street. Now that it was getting dark, all the shop signs were lit up like Christmas trees. There was Bo’s Billiards, Buddy’s Market, The Killer’s Bar & Grill, Presley Pharmacy, Everly Cleaners, Penniman’s, which looked like a men’s clothing store, Wanda’s Sweets - a candy store, Brenda’s Nail Salon, a movie theatre called Connie’s Majestic (which happened to be playing a double feature of The Girl Can’t Help It, and Where The Boys Are), Berry Motors on the corner, Vincent’s Texaco, and Cochran’s Body Shop. It was all starting to make some sense to me. But before I could return to Wayback, I needed to call my wife.

“Where the hell are you, you sonuvabitch?”

“I’m in Phillips, Ohio. My truck broke down, and I’ve been here all afternoon waiting for it to be fixed.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Look, Rita. Give me a break, will you? I know I should’ve called earlier, but – “

She hung up. I hoped she wasn’t serious about a lawyer, but I figured I’d find out when I got back home. In the meantime, I had to talk to Fats.

When I walked back inside Wayback, Fats asked me, “How was the burger, kid?”

“Oh, it was great. You were right about that place.”

“Isn’t Leah a doll? I went to school with her mother.”

“Yeah, she was something else. But I have to ask you a few more questions.”

“I figured you might once you’d had a look around town. So, go ahead and ask.”

“What is this place? Where is this place? According to the new GPS in my truck, it doesn’t exist. It’s not on the map. And every business on the main drag – including this one – seems to have a history and a name connected to Rock ‘N’ Roll. Where am I?”

“You’re in Phillips, Ohio, Ronnie. This place is the best-kept secret in the state. We don’t want it spoiled by outsiders. We want to keep it as pure as the music it represents. I built Wayback, and the rest of the businesses followed – one by one. But it’s my town. I incorporated it, and I’m the mayor, the city council, the police, the fire dept., and the post office, too. I named the town after Sam Phillips that founded Sun Records. And I only grant citizenship to people who are as devoted and dedicated to the music as I am. Everybody that came to town and wanted to stay and start a business had to agree to name it after one of the founders or leading lights of Rock ‘N’ Roll. This place is named Wayback because it’s the entry portal."

“The portal? What’s that mean?”

“It means to really see the town, ya’ gotta come through the portal – the front door of Wayback.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Trust me. It’s not important. Anyway, I get the feeling you might be staying. Am I right?”

“If I can find a job. Is anybody in town hiring?”

“I could use some help here, but you’d have to work your way up.”

“I’ll take it.”

“I haven’t even told you what you’d be doing or how much I can pay you?”

“Details. I’ll take it.”

“When do you want to start?”

“Well, I have some loose ends to tie up, and I’ll have to find a place to live.”

“You head over to Lymon Avenue. There’s a boarding house there - Perkins Boarding House. There’s a sign out front. Tell them I sent you.”

“Fats, can I ask you one more thing?”

“Sure, kid. What is it?”

“You don’t know me at all. How come you offered me a job and a place to live and we just met? You said you don’t let just anybody live here.”

“You collect records, don’t you?”

“Of course. But how’d you know?”

“I can spot a serious record collector a thousand yards away. They’re all going to come here eventually because it’ll be the only place they can be truly happy in the world we live in now. I figure we’ve all gotta stick together. Kindred spirits. You know what I mean?”

“Yes sir. I sure do. Thanks, Fats.” And I shook his hand, and called back as I turned to leave, “I’ll be back with my things next week. Don’t give my job away.”

“Don’t worry, kid. It’ll be waiting for you.”

******

All of Ronnie Dawson’s dreams were about to come true. He was leaving behind reality for a new job, and a new address in a new town. Phillips, Ohio. Take the exit 6 offramp, and drive 24 miles……to The Twilight Zone.

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