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callsign-dexter · 6 months ago

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Fireside Romance 18+

Request: I just love the very present Kelly spam on your blog too much that I'm gonna send in an idea as well ! My bday is on the weekend, but I feel bad for all the other request before me. So you don't need to do it right now ❤️

Maybe something where you're just new at Firehouse 51 and Shays new partner on 61, and also hers and Kelly's new roommate. He wasn't happy about that in the first place but after he gets to know you he can't think of a better person to live with and you 3 get really close friends. One time you're alone with Kelly, when your nasty ex finds out where you live and shows up. As Kelly opens the door your ex starts making a scene about another guy living with you, but Kelly gets into protective mode and takes care of the situation not letting him near you and making him leave again fast. Then he sees you being a bit overwhelmed by the situation so he hugs you immediately and you relax into his arms, feeling butterflies all inside you, that he stood up for you and that adding to your already present crush on him. Taking advantage of the situation you kiss him, which he returns and somehow you end up in his bed where Shay later finds you both cuddled up together naked and she fist bumps herself cause she knew that would happen and she'll mock you first thing in the morning about that? 🤭

Omg I'm so sorry it's so long !!!!

Pairings: Kelly Severide x Paramedic!Reader

Warnings: angst, domestic abuse done by OC, drinking, fluff, smut, swearing

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A/N: @talesofreading and @imagine-all-the-fandoms I hope you're prepared for some Kelly Severide smut.....

A/N 2: Happy 6 month belated birthday! So sorry it is so late!

Leslie Shay has been your long-time best friend, like so long that you both would consider each other sisters. She was the one to push you to go to school to become a paramedic, you had shown that you were capable and you loved helping people. She was a few years older than you so she had already been through the schooling and had been at 51 longer than you. After you finished your schooling and went through the fire academy you were placed with Firehouse 51 as a paramedic with Shay and to say you both were beyond excited was an understatement. You quickly made friends with everyone on the team including Kelly Severide when you went in to meet everyone.

When you were placed at Firehouse 51 as a paramedic you were in a seriously bad relationship but you had a place to stay but that was about to quickly change. You just started working there a week ago when your living situation was no more. Shay and you had talked about it and how abusive your boyfriend was. You wanted to break up with him and move out but had nowhere to go until she suggested you move in with Kelly and her. She promised that she would talk to Kelly about it and let you know, you thanked her profusely.

You had just gotten off work but stayed behind while the others went off to Molly’s because there was some paperwork stuff that needed to be taken care of with HR so by the time you were out of there you were getting home late. As you were driving home you ran into some traffic which made you even more late and that made you nervous. You tried calling your boyfriend, Taylor Hadley, but it went straight to voicemail and you left them but knew he would never listen to them but you still gave some sort of notification. You finally pulled into your apartment complex and walked into the building and took the elevator to your floor. When it dinged and you got out and started to walk towards your apartment everything was silent and that scared you. You took your key out and unlocked the door and was immediately met with the smell of alcohol and there was Taylor leaning against the wall arms crossed with a bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand. “Where the fuck were you?” He asked in a demanding tone.

“I was down at the firehouse filling out some paperwork. I told you I was doing that this morning.” You said

“No, the fuck you didn’t.” He growled out and then threw the bottle at your head which had you ducking but the glass shattered and nicked you and the rest of the contents went everywhere and on to you.

“You’ve been drinking. I did tell you this morning.” You said not daring to move.

“No, the reason you’re so late is because you’re cheating on me!” He said, stalking closer to you.

“No no I wasn't, I swear. I was at the firehouse. You can call down there and ask them.” You said as he was face to face with you. He didn’t say anything but instead slapped you hard across the face, he was strong so it sent you crashing into the side table. Tears sprang to your eyes as you braced yourself on the table.

“You fucking bitch! Always fucking lying to me!” He growled out and grabbed you by your hair. You grabbed his hands and then threw you into the floor. Tears fell down your face.

“I’m not lying. I swear. I would never cheat on you like you do to me.” You said and that was a mistake and you knew it was a mistake and you wished you could take it back. His foot came in contact with your ribs and you could feel a couple of them break. You tried to protect yourself but that just made it worse. He was grabbing you by the hair again and bringing you to your feet. You were out of breath and you couldn’t catch it. He made a fist and punched you and blood instantly started to pour out of your nose, which meant that he broke it. He grabbed your throat and your airway was instantly cut off and he just continued to squeeze until you were almost blacking out. He backed you up in a glass cabinet and it shattered on contact and you could feel glass digging into you. He laid a few more punches into you and then he was throwing you down on the ground one more time and the air rushed back to you but it didn’t last long because he was kicking you in the stomach.

“Stupid bitch!” He yelled out and then he was storming out of the apartment leaving you there bleeding and crying. You pulled yourself up and steadied yourself on the wall until you got to your purse and then you were falling down on the ground with your purse. You pulled out your phone and dialed 911 as you were starting to fade in and out of unconsciousness.

“911 what is your emergency?” The dispatcher asked.

“My boyfriend just attacked me.” You slurred

“Is he there now?” They asked again.

“No, he he stormed out. He’s been drinking. He slammed me into glass, punched me several times, kicked me in the ribs and stomach. I’m bleeding a lot. I need help.” You said and you told your name, address, and the name of your boyfriend and then you were passing out.

*******************

“What do you think about adding a roommate?” Shay asked Kelly as they were sitting down on the couch.

“Why would we need a roommate?” He asked

“Well, rent is going up and having another person would help with that and help. Also, groceries are going up and having a third person splitting it would help too.” She said

“We don’t need a roommate; we have everything under control.” He said he liked his space but having a third person might help out. She didn’t get a reply because her phone was ringing and she was quick to pull out and she frowned and Kelly took notice of this. “Everything ok?” He asked.

“Med is calling me.” She said and she was quick to answer it.

“Shay, it’s Maggie. A Y/N Y/L/N was just brought in and you were listed as her ICE number in her phone.” Maggie Lockwood said

“Is she alright?” Shay asked, already getting up and rushing to grab everything she needed.

“No. She came in unconscious and that is all I can tell you until you get here.” Maggie said

“I’ll be down there as quick as I can be.” She said

“We’ll see when you get down here.” Maggie said and then they were hanging up.

“Everything ok?” Kelly asked

“No, Y/N is at Med.” She said, slipping her coat on and grabbing her keys.

“Y/N, the new paramedic that just started working there a week ago?” Kelly asked

“Yes, I got to go.” Shay said and was rushing off leaving Kelly there at the apartment alone.

Shay got to the hospital in record time and was parking and rushing in. She ran up to the receptionist desk and was about to start asking where you were but the voice of Will Halstead quickly called out her name “Shay.” He said and she looked up and he was waving her over.

“Will what the fuck happened?” She asked and he was guiding her to your room. He didn’t say anything as he stopped outside of your room and she looked through the window and saw you and her heart broke she turned to Will.

“She was brought in with multiple lacerations, a broken nose, several broken ribs, internal bleeding which we had to go in and fix which we just got down with, and she also had strangulation marks around her neck. It was bad. We almost lost her once on the table. I had to get Jay involved.” Will said and Shay was speechless. It was so bad that he had to get his brother, Jay Halstead, involved.

“Do they have anything?” She asked

“No, they are waiting for her to wake up to get more information.” He said and Shay nodded. “If anything happens or if she wakes up. Let a nurse know and I will be down here.” He said and she nodded and then he was patting her on the shoulder and leaving. She walked into your room and pulled up a chair and sat down.

“What the hell happened?” She asked, sighing not expecting an answer. She took your appearance in.

*********

The next time you were coming to you were in a hospital with blinding lights shining down in your eyes. You squinted and tried to move but everything hurt and tears sprang to your eyes. “Hey don’t move. You had some pretty serious surgery.” A familiar voice said and you opened your eyes to find Shay there sitting next to your bed.

“Shay?” You asked in a hoarse voice.

“Hey, it’s ok.” She said getting up and leaning over you, blocking the light and pressing the call button. The nurse came on and she told them that you were awake.

“What happened?” You asked and she smiled sadly at you.

“I was going to ask you the same things. What do you remember?” She asked

“I remember coming home late from the station working on some HR stuff. I was late. He was drinking and started yelling and I was defending myself and he didn’t like that and then he was getting violent.” You said straining to remember. Just then Will was coming in along with Jay and Hailey Upton and Dr. Daniel Charles, you didn’t know him.

“Hey, Y/N. How are you feeling?” Will asked

“Sore.” You said and he smiled.

“You had a pretty big surgery.” He said “Jay and Hailey have some questions for you. Dr. Charles is here in support as well.” He added.

“Hi, I’m Dr. Charles and I’m the physicists here.” He said

“You don’t have to tell us anything. You also don’t have to have anybody in her while he questions you.” Jay said and you nodded.

“I’m ok with everyone in the room.” You said and everyone smiled.

“Remember you don’t have to answer these. You also have every right to stop the questioning if you get overwhelmed.” Hailey said and you nodded.

“Do you remember what happened?” Jay asked and you nodded.

“Yes, I do.” You said

“As best as you can tell us what happened.” Hailey said and you looked at Shay and she smiled and nodded at you giving you an encouraging nod.

“I was down at the fire station working on some paperwork for HR by the time I left it was late. As I was driving home, I got caught in traffic. I tried to call Taylor on my phone through Bluetooth when I was stopped at a red light. He didn’t answer so I left a message.” You said and took a deep breath and started getting tensed and the heart monitor started to rise and Dr. Charles took notice of this.

“Do you want to take a break?” Dr. Charles asked and you shook your head.

“No. I’m ok. Do I have to tell you the exact word for word he said?” You asked

“No, you don’t have to but you can if you want. It would help.” Hailey said

“He asked me “Where the fuck were you?” in a demanding tone. I told him that I was down at the firehouse filling out some paperwork. I told him that morning.” You said. He said no growled “No the fuck you didn’t.” He then threw the bottle at my head which had I ducked but the glass shattered and nicked me and the alcohol went everywhere and on me.” You said

“Which would explain the smell of alcohol.” Will said and you nodded and then continued.

“I told him that he had been drinking and that I did tell him this morning.” You said. “He accused me of cheating and that was the reason I was late. He stalked closer to me. I told him no that I wasn't and that I swear. I told him I was at the firehouse. I told him that he could call down there and ask them.” You said “He didn’t say anything but instead slapped me hard across the face, it sent me crashing into the side table. I remember tears sprang to my eyes as I braced myself on the table. He yelled “You fucking bitch! Always fucking lying to me!” and grabbed me by my hair. I grabbed his hands and then he threw me into the floor. Tears fell down my face. I told him “I’m not lying. I swear. I would never cheat on you like you do to me.” I knew that was a mistake and I wished you could take it back. His foot came in contact with my ribs and I could feel a couple of them break.” You said and Will nodded confirming this. I remember trying to protect myself but that just made it worse. He was grabbing me by the hair again and bringing me to my feet. I remember being out of breath and I couldn’t catch it. He made a fist and punched me. I remember the blood instantly started to pour out of my nose. He grabbed my throat and my airway was instantly cut off and he just continued to squeeze until I was almost blacking out. He backed me up in a glass cabinet and it shattered on contact and I could feel glass digging into you. He laid a few more punches into me and then he threw me down on the ground one more time and the air rushed back to me because he let go of my throat but it didn’t last long because he was kicking me in the stomach.” You said and again Will nodded.

“Which would cause internal bleeding and cause you have to have surgery. It ruptured your kidney and it had to be removed.” Will said and Jay nodded as he wrote that down.

“Are you good to continue?” Dr. Charles asked and you nodded.

“I remember him yelling “Stupid bitch!” Then he stormed out of the apartment leaving me there bleeding and crying. I remember pulling myself up and steadying myself on the wall until I got to my purse and then I fell down on the ground with it. I remember pulling my phone and dialing 911. I told them everything while starting to fade in and out of unconsciousness.” You finished and Dr. Charles was smiling.

“That was very good. Most domestic abuse patients wouldn’t want to give up their significant other.” He said

“He’s been doing it for 4 years.” You whispered

“Do you mind if we take pictures?” Jay asked

“I don’t mind. I only want Hailey and Shay.” You said and they nodded and everyone else walked out of the room. She took the pictures quickly and then they were welcomed back in.

“We will put this man away.” Hailey said and you nodded and then they were leaving and now it was just Will, Shay, and Dr. Charles with you. Will and Dr. Charles talked to you a little more and then they were leaving.

“Do you have a place to stay?” Shay asked and you were silent and shrugged.

“I don’t know.” You said

“I will talk to Kelly.” She said and you nodded. She stayed for a few more minutes and then she was leaving bidding you a goodbye.

*********

When Shay arrived home, she was determined to move you in. When she got into the apartment Kelly was just plating food. “Hey.” He said looking up and seeing her.

“Hey.” She said

“Is Y/N ok?” He asked

“No.” She said as he handed her a plate of food.

“What happened?” He asked

“Her boyfriend beat her up pretty badly. Bad enough to land her in the hospital.” She said and Kelly was actually mad. “I know you said you didn’t want a roommate but she has nowhere else to go. We have the extra room and she can make the payments.” Shay said and Kelly sighed he didn’t want a roommate but he couldn’t let you go back to that situation

“You’re right I don’t want a roommate but I can’t leave someone homeless or going back to a bad situation. She can move in.” He said and she sighed and hugged him after she put her plate down and he was fixing his.

“Thank you so much.” She said, the next time she saw you she told you that Kelly agreed and you were so grateful. You gave them the key and they went to pick your stuff up. It wasn’t much and that actually saddened them both.

2 days before you got out of the hospital Jay and Hailey were coming in and telling you that your boyfriend, now ex, had been arrested and that he had been charged with domestic abuse and DUI. They had strong evidence against him.

When you got out and to your new apartment your stuff had been put in the extra bedroom. Shay helped you unpack and once everything was done you joined them in the living room. “Thank you for letting me move in.” You said mostly to Kelly.

“I’m so glad to have you here.” Shay said

“You’re welcome.” Kelly said not sounding too enthusiastic but you took it.

*********

3 months into living with them, Kelly had been getting to know you more and you doing just the little things and some big things helped and that made him slowly getting into having you as a roommate. He was also falling in love with you and you were falling in love with him too.

1 month

It started out with you replacing everything that was low on stock into a month of living with them. You noticed that most of Kelly’s stuff was low so you, being a good roommate, stocked up on his stuff more and just stuff in the apartment in general. You were also having weekly sessions with Dr. Charles and weren’t there to see Kelly’s face when he noticed that everything of his and Shay’s stuff and some stuff that was hard to find like his and Shay’s favorite coffee creamer.

Kelly and Shay had just got off work and it was a rough shift. You had taken a personal day off of your three-day shift and it was approved especially after what happened. You were at the hospital having an appointment with Dr. Charles. Kelly stormed in with Shay walking in behind him. The apartment smelled nice and it felt warm like a home. This shocked them both and they looked at each other then they saw the note: “Hey, guys I’m going to be gone for a few hours. Don’t wait up for me. I have some stuff I need to get off my chest.”

“I’m going to take a shower.” Kelly murmured and Shay nodded as he walked into his bathroom, he noticed that fresh towels were hung up and when he looked into the shower, he noticed that his favorite shampoo and body wash were restocked. “How? It is so hard to find this.” He asked himself as he picked up the bottle. Kelly was slowly starting to come around to having a roommate but he wasn’t yet fully convinced. When Kelly had gotten out of the shower and changed, he heard laughter in the living room. He went out to see what was going on, he saw that you and Shay were on the couch laughing. You were laughing and turned your head to find him standing there and you smiled at him.

“Hey, Kelly.” You said smiling at him.

“Hey, you have a good session with Dr. Charles?” He asked and you smiled at him and nodded as he walked in and sat on the chair beside the couch.

“I did. I was having a hard time with something about Taylor and it was stopping me from doing things” You said and he nodded and then you got to talking again but one question was on his mind when the current conversation came to an end he decided to ask the question.

“I have a question for you.” Kelly said and you turned to him and smiled and nodded as a go ahead. “I noticed that our stuff was stocked and some of the stuff is hard to find. How did you find it?” He asked and you smiled at him.

“I found them at this really small shop. They only carry the hard-to-find things. I’ve actually been looking for months around places and when I find them, I buy everything and then I found this place and boom there it was.” You explained and he nodded.

“While we are asking questions. What did you do to make it smell so good in here? We couldn’t get that musty smell out of here.” Shay asked

“I used to clean a lot and while I was off, I deep cleaned. I also got some plugins and plugged them in the high traffic places. I wasn’t going to get a candle warmer because too many fires happen with those.” You said and they both nodded. Kelly couldn’t help falling further in love with you and how good of a roommate you were being.

2 months

The three of you were at work and for once it wasn’t busy. Everyone was doing their own thing and even though the three of you were together at home you three were alone together at work. Rent was coming up and you wanting to be a good roommate actually went ahead and paid it all. “I haven’t noticed that the rent bill hasn’t come.” Kelly said.

“You know I’ve noticed that too.” Shay said and you were being quiet and they noticed this. “Have you noticed it too?” Shay asked.

“I paid it.” You said taking a sip of your hot chocolate.

“What?” They both asked and you nodded.

“Yes, I paid it. I wanted to show you how much I appreciated you guys letting me live with you so I went ahead and paid it all.” You said looking at your roommates.

“Y/N you didn’t have to do that.” Kelly said “We are roommates, we pay for the bills and food equally.” He said and Shay nodded.

“I know but I wanted to do it.” You said now feeling guilty for it. “I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.” You said feeling guilty. You felt so guilty that you decided to just leave feeling like they were angry at you and the look on your face broke Kelly he wasn’t trying to be mean he was just surprised. He and Shay looked at each other.

“Did I just make her upset?” He asked

“I think we both did.” She said

“I’ll go find her.” Kelly said and she nodded.

“Ok.” She said she was going to offer to go with him but she knew that he liked you and maybe this would help you both get closer to each other. So, Kelly went on the search for you, he checked everywhere and couldn’t find you until he decided to check outside and there, he found you sitting on the firetrucks bumper that had been moved out to be cleaned.

“Y/N.” Kelly said when he saw you and you looked up at him and you looked terrified and he hated that. “We didn’t mean to make it sound like we were mad at you. We were just surprised.” He said and you nodded. “Why did you do it? I’m curious.” He asked.

“I wanted to show my appreciation for you both letting me move in with you. I can afford it.” You said

“I’m not saying you can't. We appreciate it but we’re roommates and we split everything.” He said and you nodded.

“I know. It’s just how I was raised.” You said

“How so?” He asked and then you were moving so he could sit and he did.

“Believe it or not I come from a wealthy family. We get along great and the way we show appreciation. When someone finds out I have money whether it be male or female they either want to be my friend and use me for money or date me for my money and then they show their true colors.” You said and he nodded and listened and as he was talking to you, he was falling in love with you and as a roommate. You two talked until the bell was ringing.

3 months

By the third month of you living with them Kelly was 100% ok with having you as a roommate. He was also 100% ready to take it to the next level with you and he was planning to ask you out soon but that and among other things happened so much quicker. Since you moved in you cut all ties with Taylor and you thought he would be gone for good and that he was in jail but apparently had gotten out and you were shocked when you heard the news but he didn’t know where you lived, at least you didn’t think he did. You also had a restraining order against him.

It was just you and Kelly at the apartment since Shay had a date and was going to be gone for the rest of the evening until the morning. You and Kelly had been lounging on the couch when there was a knock on the door “Stay put. I got it.” He said getting up and walking to the door as you paused the show that you two were currently watching. You heard the door open “Can I help you?” Kelly asked.

“Oh, so she’s already moved in with another guy? It’s only been three months.” The familiar voice of none other than your ex-boyfriend, Taylor Hadley, sounded and you froze. You were quick to get up and go to the door but stopped far enough away but Taylor could see you.

“You need to leave.” Kelly said

“No, I came back for what is rightfully mine.” He growled out and that made Kelly’s blood boil.

“She is not yours anymore. You need to leave.” He said blocking the entrance way. Kelly was a lot bigger than Taylor and he could easily take him down with one push. Taylor seemed to move on from Kelly and focused his attention on you.

“You’re such a fucking bitch. Sleeping with every guy you come across, especially that cop that arrested me. I’m going to teach you a lesson for cheating on me.” He said and tried to come in but was met with a wall of Kelly and he was quickly pushing him out. Throughout the whole deal you were as silent as you could be quickly becoming overwhelmed with his presence.

“It’s time for you to fucking leave. You’re not welcome here.” He said and pushed him out into the hallway and shut the door quickly and locked it. He pulled out his phone and made a quick text to Jay. Kelly turned to look at you and you were wide eyed and staring straight ahead and shaking slightly. He was quick to walk over to you and take you into his arms hugging you. “Hey, it’s ok. I got you.” He said into your ear and you hugged him back. After being in his arms for a few minutes you pulled away slightly and that caused him to look at you. You both stared into each other’s eyes and suddenly you were leaning in and kissing him. At first, he was frozen shocked but very quickly got over that and kissed you with so much passion that the only time you broke apart was when you needed air. Both out of breath you stared at each other and his eyes were hungry and he was quickly kissing you again and picking you up which made you squeal into his mouth and then he started moving towards his bedroom. You both kissed each hungrily, teeth clashing with each other tongues battling for dominance. As he entered his room and shut the door to where it was only a crack.

Kelly walked to his bed and when he was there, he slowly laid you down on the bed and was overing your body with his broad one. The heat was quickly rising but you didn’t want to stop. Clothes were quickly shed until you were both nude in front of each other. He went back to kissing you and you could feel his erection on your thigh. Kelly ran his hands up and down your body and his kisses trailed to your neck where you leaned it to the side moaning. “I love you.” You moaned out and he stopped and looked at you and that made you look at him.

“Seriously?” He asked and you nodded.

“Seriously.” You said and smiled and kissed you hard.

“I love you too.” He said when he broke the kiss. He brought his cock to the entrance and once it was seated there, he slowly eased himself into you and you moaned welcoming the stretch. It was painful at first but it soon turned into pleasure. He was bigger in length and girth than any of your exs, especially Taylor.

“Fuck you’re so big. Stretching me so well. I always imagined being in bed with you and how big you were but you exceeded my expectations.” You said and he smirked into your neck.

“I’m glad I could exceed those expectations.” He said and he started to move which made you moan.

“Oh fuck!” You yelled out in pleasure.

“You’re taking me so well. Squeezing me so tight.” He moaned and in turn you squeezed him and he groaned. “Keep doing that and I won’t last long.” He growled out and that sent shivers, good shivers, up your spine. “You’re my good girl.” He moaned out and that made you wet. As he thrusted into you and made you see stars, in a good way, each time he moved inside you made you fall in love with him more and that familiar knot started to grow. Nails dug into his arms which were holding his broad body up from crushing you.

“You’re making me feel so good, Kels. Don’t stop.” You moaned and he smirked.

“I don’t plan on it. Not now. Not ever.” He said and thrusted into you.

“Please go faster.” You moaned

“Your wish is my command.” He said and picked up his pace and that just brought more pleasure to you.

“Oh fuck! I’m close, Baby. So, close!” You yelled out and he didn’t care that you were being loud he wanted to let everyone hear he was the one making you feel this good.

“Who is making you feel this good?” He asked

“You.” You moaned

“Say my name.” He growled out.

“Kelly! Kelly is making me feel good!” You screamed out and he smirked.

“Damn right. Are you going to be my good girl and come for me?” He asked

“Yes!” You moaned out loudly as he brought one hand to your clit, leaving him resting his body weight on hand which was not a problem for him, and started to rub it vigorously which sent waves of pleasure throughout you.

“Come for me, Sweetheart.” He said and as he spoke and that added pressure on your clit did you in and that knot exploded and you were coming hard and squeezed him tightly.

“Oh fuck!” You yelled out as you came and he was close behind you painting your walls white with his cum. Both of you were sweaty and out of breath as he slowly and gently pulled out of you as he pulled back the covers. He pulled them up and you shimmed under them and he laid them over your naked bodies. You cuddled into him, face in his chest and he wrapped his arms around you. “I meant when I said I loved you. I have fallen in love with you over these 3 months.” You said he searched his face as he smiled.

“I’ve fallen in love with you romantically and as a roommate over these 3 months too. To be honest I didn’t want a roommate but having you as one has been perfect. I want you to be my girlfriend and take you out on a date.” He said and you smiled.

“I would love that. Although we skipped some steps.” You said chuckling and he chuckled too.

“We did but it was worth it.” He said and you smiled and nodded.

“Definitely was.” You said and yawned.

“Get some sleep. I’ll be here in the morning.” He said and you nodded and you closed your eyes and fell to sleep. As soon as he felt you breathe even out and that is when he allowed himself to fall asleep.

The next morning Shay was rolling into the apartment early and was confused when she didn’t hear the two of you up and her eyebrows furrowed. So, she went on a mission to find out where the two of you were. Both vehicles were here and you both clearly weren’t in the kitchen, dining room, living room, and she couldn’t imagine why you both would be in her room but she checked anyway. She then checked your room and the both of you weren’t there. A smile grew on her face as she was starting to pieces as there was one last room to check. The door was cracked and she silently opened it and there the two of you were naked cuddled together sound to sleep and she was overcome with joy. She backed out moving the door back to where it was beforehand and made her hand into a fist and fist bumped the air. All along she wanted you to move and the two of you fall in love and after 3 months it happened. She made her way to the kitchen and started to make coffee.

You were slowly waking up and at first confused as to where you were and who was holding you but you quickly remembered and smiled at the memories that came flooding back from last night. You looked at the peaceful look on Kelly’s face and slowly leaned up and kissed his lips and he squinted in his sleep but he was slowly waking up. He cracked his eyes open to find you smiling at him. “Good morning.” You whispered.

“Good morning.” He replied in a gruff voice, smiling.

“Last night was wonderful. I never knew sex could feel so good.” You said and he kissed you.

“I will make you feel good every night for as long as you let me.” He said and you smiled.

“Please.” You said

“Gladly. Want some pancakes?” He asked and you nodded as your stomach growled.

“Yes.” You said and he kissed you one more time before he was getting up and pulling on his boxers and sweatpants and you admired his god-like body and then you were rolling out of bed and pulling on your underwear and grabbing Kelly’s discarded t-shirt that came down to your thighs and covered everything. Kelly watched you the entire time.

“You look good in my shirt. You should wear my clothes all the time.” He said and you smiled.

“As long as you will let me.” You said and he smiled and then you two kissed each other and headed out of the living room and into the kitchen. As you were nearing the kitchen bacon was heard sizzling and as you walked in there was Shay fixing breakfast.

“Good morning love birds. Have a good night last night?” She said smirking and you blushed and Kelly smirked.

“We sure did.” He said and you smacked his chest but you couldn’t help but agree.

“Soooo how did it happen?” She asked

“Taylor found out where I lived and tried to start something and broke his restraining order and it just went from there.” You said as she handed you a plate of food and Kelly a plate of food. You both went to sit down next to each other and then she was bringing drinks over.

“I have to say I’m really glad that she became our roommate.” Kelly said and she smiled.

“She really is the best.” Shay said

“Stop you guys.” You said and Kelly chuckled.

“She’s telling the truth.” He said as he took a bite of his food and so did you. As the three of you ate and talked about everything you could feel Kelly’s hand on your bare thigh and you looked up at him and he was fully focused in a conversation with Shay and you listened loving hearing them talk but you were just enjoying his hand on your thigh and being close to him. As Shay looked down at her phone looking at and still talking Kelly looked over to you and into your eyes, his eyes were filled with love and so were yours.

“I love you.” He mouthed and you smiled at him.

“I love you too.” You mouthed back and he smiled and you honestly meant it. You couldn’t wait to spend more time with him as your boyfriend.

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bbyquokka · 3 months ago

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hi, it's been a while huh. how r u all? i hope u've all been taking care of urselves !! i didn't intend to take this long of a break but life has been.. well.. life 😶‍🌫️ (rambles below.)

i've been wanting to come back a few weeks ago but every time i logged back onto the app, my brain n insecurities would eat me up so i'd log back out n tell myself tmrw will be different. ig i've lost the confidence in my writing n have become insecure about my abilities. have this nasty habit of comparing myself to others n thinking that there's no need for me to come back/post bc there's always gonna be someone better than me, aha (insecurities r fun, yknow) bUT enough of the oversharing bc i feel weird n awkward, i have been writing in my spare time n i have finally finished my jisung bday piece which i will post soontm (once i've polished it up) n i've got some other stuff that's completed which i will also post !!

anywhoo–lets talk !! how r u all? how was ur halloween? did u dress up? if so, what?! o: i did a last min halloween make-up n i did choso bc.. well.. i don't think i need to explain why, hihi 🥵🥵 if u don't celebrate halloween, what did u do anyways?! what have yall be doing? hows life for yall?

how's kpop btw? i haven't been keeping track of anything lately (aside from the riize situation) ik skz announced a cb n im excited but im not? idk, i find comebacks veeeery stressful n very overwhelming 😅 hope yall got tickets btw !! 🙂‍↕️ ( cries in eu n poor ) hanji casually revealing that he has another tat on his side which, omg he has another tat BUT also, sad bc NO MORE CROP TOPS 😭💔

oH. let's talk about ARCANE??!!! ✨ cinema ✨ i haven't cried that hard over a show in a veeeeerry long time. sad it's over n they won't be making another season, but im excited to see what other regions of ruintera they'll explore 👀👀

more league stuff, aha; BUT WORLDS FINAL?! ofc t1 won 🤭 i watched it with my bf n just,,, woooow!! gutted i couldn't go see it live bc they held the ceremony in london but it is what it is 🙂‍↕️ the open ceremony was *chefs kiss* ashnikko was my fav. linkin' park.... eeeh. idk. for a worlds song, personally, i don't like it.. (sry)

but yeee, aside from that, life has been a little iffy lately but i'm back (kinda. im nervous af to come back so uuh, be gentle with me. tack! 🥺) to write n post as much as i can (uni started. bye bye free time) but i hope ur all well n i've missed being here n interacting with u ❤️‍🩹

#♡⃕ ﹒ ⁿⁿ ﹒ 🌸 ﹕ 𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑦 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑦

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prettyboykatsuki · 4 years ago

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is she gonna pop | m.izuku

➳ tags ;; 18+, brat-tamer!deku agenda, unprotected sex, this is heavily focused on shibari and the fact deku is very strong, strength kink, punishment, deku calls u a fleshlight uh... fem!reader

➳ wc ;; 1.2k

➳ a/n ;; not the exact fic i wanted to post for our boyfriend / for @rat-zuki but that shit is taking much much longer than i anticipated and i wanted to post something within a reasonable time frame. consider this a bonus fic ig?

happy late bday dekuuu

➳ plot ;; izuku midoriya likes to let you have your way.

shibari ref but ur hands r behind ur back.

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He lets you.

Sometimes, as it would be, you forget about how he lets you act. It’s something you seem to forget - get accustomed to your sweet, loving Deku. The one who puts up with your attitude and coaxes you out of your bad moods with sweet words. After all, what’s a few out of place comments from his pretty girl. What’s some attitude, some annoyance if it means he gets to be sweet on you.

Deku likes the attitude, that’s another part of it. When you make fun of him and you get that lovely over-confident attitude about what you’ve said. When you poke and pinch and prod at him. He likes the way you prance around with a dopey little grin on your face, so pleased by how he adjusts to you. He does it on purpose because he finds your bratting cute.

He finds you cute and endearing so he lets you. Gives you silent permission to act the way you do and sighs when you misbehave. Lets himself be weak for you, gives you the power you seem to desperately crave so he can dote on you to his hearts content.

He lets you. Deku the hero is too smart and too no bullshit to put up with something he doesn’t like but he likes the way you act with him. He likes your unpleasantries and the way you can’t handle affection - like a misbehaved cat. He’ll love you to the ends of the earth, uncaring.

You’re not too difficult for someone as skillful as him. Someone so patient and kind and loving. Adoring, even.

But..

There are always limits - and he seldom imposes them but they exist. He’s a hero and you’re.. you. They need to exist. When he needs you to behave, he’ll tell you. Before your events, he’ll zip up your dress and help you get everything on - a whisper in your ear. It’s simple and plain.

He’ll say it once and he’ll remind you once, those are the rules. With a hand on the lower part of your spine, he does it without an ounce of light-heartedness. A simple command he expects you to follow.

“Behave,”

It’s easy. Tonight, unlike most nights, you’re expected to be on your best behavior. No teasing, no bratting - just good behavior. It’s one night. He’ll even reward you. It’s so easy. He knows you can do it. You can behave, right?

Of course you can, just one night. You can be good.

Right?

It’s the disappointment that always sends your stomach churning.

You’ve only ever seen him angry a handful at times and none of those times have ever been at you. But you can see he’s angry - jaw tense. It feathers as the rope dips underneath your thighs. The scratchy material makes you squirm. It covers every expanse of skin you’ve got on. You’re bare other than thin, cotton panties that to your dismay, do a good job of displaying how you feel.

You’re turned on but anxious, heart-beating rapidly in your throat as he patiently ties you. With your legs folded up and your arms behind your back - you’re left completely immobile and at his disposal. This alone sends you reeling, the urge to run your mouth and relieve some of your anxiety every present.

His green eyes, normally so affection, feel cold as they look over the knots. A little sob hiccups in your chest. A hand splays on your sternum as he holds you down.

“Don’t move,” ― he commands, voice harsh and icy ― “I don’t have the patience. Move anymore and I’ll strap you down to the bed,”

You go stiff as a board, a hollowness in your body at the way he treats you. It occurs to you briefly that you’re so stubborn. Frustrated, you open your mouth again. The words of a clumsy apology rush out of your mouth. Tears of upset making your vision blurry.

“‘m sorry, sorry! Don’t punish me please.. dont want you to -”

He grabs your face with his hands and sighs, leaning down to kiss you. It’s a sweet relief, kissing him back with such urgency. He gives it to you, that sweetness, only momentarily before pulling away. That warmth is gone, replaced by only what you could describe as sharpness.

“What was my one rule for tonight, baby? Can you repeat it for me?”

You tug your lower lip between your teeth.

“B-behave,”

“And what did you do?” he asks. His grip on your jaw tightens as you pout.

“Misbehave,”

He nods, letting go of you. Wordlessly, he finished tying the rest of the rope around your body. He places a large hand completely over your clothed sex, thumb brushing against the wet-spot.

“You think, after acting like that during our dinner - my birthday dinner, and making a scene in front of everyone, that you shouldn’t be punished,”

You shiver at the sound of his voice. Baritone and exasperated - mean. Nothing like you’re used to.

“But I didn’t mean -”

His hand comes down harsh on your cunt. A loud noise of surprise echoes in the room as he stares at you with a hardened glare. Your clit throbs underneath your panties as you gasp, fat tears pooling at your lashes. He sighs as he tugs your panties to up.

“I didn’t ask for your input,” ― he makes a show of making your panties scrunch up between your folds, before snapping the wet fabric back onto your cunt ― “Fleshlights don’t have mouths to speak, so don’t speak unless spoken too,”

His cock is big, thick and heavy as it rests against your pussy. He lets the head brush against your swollen bundle of nerves but that’s as much pleasure as he lets you have. Without any prep, he spits onto it unceremoniously. He has enough patience to go slow but the stretch of it burns, aches but feels good too. It curves up - drags against your aching walls. He fucks you with a bated breath.

Without letting you get adjust to his size, he’s picking you up like you weigh nothing at all. You let out a gasp with the confidence in which he holds you up. He holds you right where he wants before slamming his hips into you, cock brushing against your cervix. You feel your body go limp from pleasure, blood rushing to your head at the way he treats you.

With his fingers dimpling into your skin, he fucks you without an ounce of concern. The room fills with the noise of his muscled hips, slamming against you. He meant what he said earlier about using you like a flesh-light. The pleasure is erratic, consistent but mean thrusts. It hits you with a bruising force as the rope struggles against your soft skin. The force is enough to make you uneasy - but he holds you like it’s nothing. Fucks you like it’s nothing.

It feels like hours pass, and Deku never loses his stamina. He goes again and again and again - and you feel yourself getting close after endless pounding. Overwhelmed by the strength of your impending orgasm - you choke on your words.

“C-c..umming, f-fuck,”

You wail, loudly, as the pressure slowly falls back to nothing but aching. He shifts the weight of your body so he can spank you. He holds you up as you sob, immobile. Devastated.

“Fleshlights, don’t cum either do they?”

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#deku x reader #bnha x reader #i like how this turned out #izuku x reader #bnha x you #bnha x y/n #deku x you #deku x y/n #formal #prettyboy.thirsts

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tteokdoroki · 4 years ago

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awake with you | s.todoroki

♡ pairing: shoto todoroki x fem!reader.

♡ word count: 1.7K

♡ rating: everyone.

♡ genre: ua student!au, angst, comfort, fluff.

♡ summary: during the night, bad things happen but your boyfriend is always there to keep them away. by your side always, shoto todorki makes it his mission to fight your demons and make sure you know that you’re loved.

♡ warning(s): please read ! character death, mentions of car accidents, nightmares, guilt, lack of sleep, but a lot of fluff and the best boyfriend in the whole world :(

♡ author’s note(s): guys! it’s shoto’s birthday, so here i am postiing this shoto request from anon a while back, i hope you all enoy and have celebrating the beautiful boy’s bday <3

♡ masterlist | requests

it was hard for you to sleep.

harder, when shoto wasn’t around.

sometimes it was your thoughts that kept you up; late at night— dark thoughts that swirled around in your head and slowly poisoned your brain with heavy black venom. it was hard to sleep when your mind was heavy with fear, but ever since dating shoto todoroki; those nights became easier and sleep wasn’t so hard to come by.

you weren’t so sure what it was about your boyfriend that made it easier for you to get some shut eye; it’s not like he really knew either. todoroki just didn’t like seeing you in pain, the way your face twisted with discomfort or the way sleepy tears would wet your cheeks under the moonlight— but you had somewhat of an idea, that his fresh peppermint smell and warm arms are what often helped you.

shoto would so lovingly sneak into your room, no matter the time, dusk or dawn— he would hold you tight under the sheets until you drifted off to dream land. even if it meant being teased by the others for stumbling out of your room in the morning, his pretty hair a wild mess creating the image that’d you’d both been up to no good, he’d face it all for you, over and over again.

but tonight, your loving, caring and doting boyfriend was nowhere to be seen— everyone’s second internships had begun and todoroki had chosen to work with his father along with izuku and katsuki, so it was no doubt that they wouldn’t be home until late. what with endeavour being the number one and all.

your friends knew about your struggles to sleep, of course, todoroki bluntly mentioning how you ‘like to sleep together’ to soothe your nightmares ( iida had lectured you about it after, saying it was inappropriate while deku and ochako turned as red as your boyfriend’s hair ) so offered to stay up with you— but you needed rest, today’s training sessions having taken a toll on your body, and wave them off with a smile laced with tiredness.

you could call him, he wouldn’t mind and you know it— but he’s with his father and that takes enough out of him as it is.

you decide, instead, to trudge to the dual quirked boy’s bedroom, instantly calmed by his sweet peppermint scent embedded into every inch of his dorm. you swipe one of his clean sweaters straight from the closet before hitting the lights and snuggling into his bed.

tonight would be fine, todoroki would come home, wrap you in his arms and with the aid of his scent surrounding you— you would sleep safe and soundly.

is what you hoped as you drifted off to the land of dreams.

when you were younger, you watched your older brother, haru, get hit by a car.

the scene haunts you to this very day, crawling up on you while you rest at night— choking you out in your dreams. you see it now, feet glued to the ground as you’re forced to watch the younger version of you, mess with your older brother using your new found quirk. your parents had called it scenery, back then your powerful quirk had been their pride and joy, giving you the ability to create a mirage in a certain targets mind— make them see things that weren’t really there.

back then it was fun to play tricks on your sibling— you made haru see all of his worst nightmares, everything but the road.

everything but the oncoming car.

everything but his untimely death.

you want to scream at little you— tell her to stop and that it’s not funny anymore as she forces your brother back into the road— he’s giggling, he doesn’t know it yet and neither do you. but the words you want to say die down deep in your throat, suffocating you from the inside although they burn at your lungs to burst through.

why cant you speak? why cant you stop her?

adrenaline trickles into your blood stream as you will yourself to run out into the street and protect haru from the oncoming traffic just as he slips off of the sidewalk. your senses are blown out of the water, static noise filling your ears and intertwining with childish screams and the sound of a not so distant honking horn.

you claw harshly at your throat. speak. save him. for god’s sake; do something.

“you’ll kill him! stop! you’re going to kill him!”

the flickering of artificial, yellow light behind your closed eyes has you jolting awake, sweat forming at your brow and hands clenched tightly around your boyfriend’s plain bedsheets. your gaze darts across the room while your heart thumps loudly in your ribcage from the fear that struck you in your dream and finally, your stare settles on a shirtless, bewildered shoto todoroki. his face is a little scratched up no doubt from being on his father’s patrol and he looks exhausted but that doesn’t stop the concern he has for you taking over his expression. “yn—?”

“s-sho,” you hate how your voice caves so easily, the single syllable of your nickname for him falling wetly from chapped lips. todoroki is by your side in an instant, not caring that he’s only half dressed and half awake. he’ll deal with that later.

with tender hands shoto cups the back of your head, letting you sink into the warmth of his flesh. you reach out for your boyfriend and he’s there, taking your free hand in his and giving it a gentle squeeze to help ground you. “love, what happened? why didn’t you call? you know i don’t mind—” his timbre voice fills your ears like warm honey, calming your rapid breathing but all you can do is shake your head.

“nightmare ‘n you were working,” you pant, cutting him off while the death grip on your lover’s hand begins increasing. you feel so far from the ground, the scene of haru’s death dancing across your mind. “i killed him, again—“

shoto watches your body twitch with fear and your usually glimmering eyes gloss over in away that makes him feel sick. you’re not here with him yet, still tangled up in the black string of your bad dreams. the world around the dual eyed boy begins to change and it seems you’ve activated your quirk by accident— showing him scenes of the day your brother died.

you screw your eyes shut as flashes of his body tangle with reality to the point where you don’t know what’s real and what’s not. you’re losing control of yourself so easily, fresh sets of tears stinging their way down your streaked cheeks. trapped. you feel trapped like a bird in a cage even while you’re awake and the sounds of cars and screaming burn at your ears once more.

make it stop, please.

“yn... come back to me love, i’m right here,” todoroki’s calm voice cuts through the suffocating song of death, dragging you back to reality while the effects of your quirk drift away. his fingers, although contrasting temperatures, now cup your cheeks to tilt your face towards him so that your eyes lock with his under the crescent moon. “you didn’t kill him. that wasn’t you. it wasn’t your fault.”

you blink away more tears like a helpless child, chest heaving but todoroki doesn’t give up. “but—“

“no.” your boyfriend says softly, yet sternly, leaning down to place an eskimo kiss to your nose. your eyes flutter shut at his simple gesture, although it raises saftey and warmth across your body— black radiates behind your closed eyelids, no longer plagued broken bones and blood. it’s easy to keep breathing from there, focusing on that as todoroki pulls you into his lap and the sheets fall away from your body.

“no,” you repeat back to him while shoto’s arms settle on your waist and his familiar scent of fresh peppermint fills your senses. “not my fault.”

it wasn’t your fault, that day the car had come speeding down a usually safe road in a residential area. the accident was a hit and run, but being a child made you feel every ounce of the blame. shaking the thought away you curl into your lover’s chest, listening for sounds of his heartbeat while he toys with a lose string on his sweater— the one you wear.

“that’s right, good girl...not your fault, here with me yet, love?”

when you glance up, todoroki is looking right back down at you— brows creased with worry but there’s love in his stare, overwhelming amounts that make you hum into his bare chest, grounded by the feeling of his skin against yours. “present and accounted for,” his chest rumbles with relieved laughter, soothing you even more. “thank you, sho. i’m sorry for making you do this so late at night.”

this time, shoto shakes his head— sending locks of red and white flying. “don’t thank me and don’t apologise,” his words are feather light in the dark while he manoeuvres you both onto his back to settle into bed. you’re about to mention that he’s still half in his suit, but your boyfriend doesn’t seem to care, already closing his eyes. “i’m yours, your boyfriend and i’m going to support you no matter what. i’ve got you, okay? you’re always here for me so i’ll do my best to do the same for you. what kind of man would i be if i wasn’t?”

“a very unmanly man,” you tease with a kitten like yawn, already feeling the confines of a more comfortable sleep, taking over.

todoroki rolls his eyes but pulls you closer to him anyways. “you’ve been spending too much time with kirishima.”

“at least i don’t spend everyday working with bakugou, now that’s true nightmare.” you counter, narrowly missing a pinch to the side from your boyfriend.

the pair of you sleep soundly that night, wrapped in each other’s arms. you feel safe, knowing that nothing could ever harm you, as long as you were with him. shoto todoroki would give anything for to you to have a goodnight’s rest. no matter what. even if it meant staying awake with you and being late to patrol with endeavour the next day.

not like he cared, he hated his dad anyway.

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spidersbane · 4 years ago

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Hello! Can I get MCU, The Hobbit, and The Man From U.N.C.L.E. ship? 💚

Appearance: She/her. 179,5cm tall, rectangle body shape. Fair skin complexion with quite a few birthmarks. Dyed brown with honey-red highlights, shoulder-length, straight hair with bangs. The left eye is a mix of two colors – a smaller portion of (darker) greyish-blue and a larger portion of hazel; while the right eye is just a (lighter) greyish-blue. Heptagon face shape with two dimples on the left cheek and one on the right cheek (only visible while smiling). A gap between the upper front teeth.

Personality (good and bad traits): Ever since I was a kid, I was always quite mature for my age – I identify myself as an old soul. I come off as polite and well-mannered to strangers, yet I tend to keep it to myself by being reserved. But, that’s because I have social anxiety and I’m nervous and shy when meeting/talking to people. The only people I’m comfortable with being with my inner circle – closest friends and family. I am usually more “open” with my friends than with my family. With my friends I can be my “truest-self” – I smile more, I laugh more, I feel more accepted and understood. I am the mom and the fashionista of the group. Don’t get me wrong, I am fiercely protective of my family, especially of my mother and younger sister. But, lately, I’ve been feeling like the “black sheep” of the family, Cinderella who’s been taken advantage of. I express my affection for the people I care about in little, but practical, ways. I can be a little stiff when it comes to open, gushy displays of affection. Others turn to me for help and advice. I’m kind-hearted and generous, always ready to help a person in need. Always have been motherly towards children. Very awkward at keeping small talk (usually with people that I’m not that close with). Absolutely, hate speaking in front of a public, and if I do, because of my nervousness, I tend to mess up my words and/or I practice whatever I’m about to say in my head at first. I appreciate the simplicity and am often most comfortable when I’m not getting too much attention from the world. I am sensitive – both to criticism and to others’ feelings (I sponge up the feelings and moods of people and the environment around me). Have a hard time saying no or expressing my true thoughts, feelings. I get influenced by other people’s opinions/thoughts quite hard (I take everything to the heart), that is why I tend to keep a lot to myself (may come off as a little bit tense, secretive, mysterious). I avoid the harsh reality by daydreaming (almost every day) – imagining myself in situations far from my current circumstances. Sort of like a self-escape. I worry a lot and overthink almost everything. I am easily distracted and my attention span can be quite short. I have an internal struggle between my needs and wants. I can lack focus and be indecisive as a result – when I decide on one route, I am pulled in another direction at the same time (“But what if…”, “on the other hand...”). That is why I’m having a bit of a struggle with deciding what I want to do in the future (career-wise). I am easily overwhelmed by pressure and stress. There is a self-destructive side to me (self-critical, lack of self-confidence) that I’m working on by confronting my fears (coming out of my shell). Don’t like taking pictures, or other people taking pictures of me. I feel most content when I’ve straightened out all the details of everyday life. I have a routine, that I follow by mostly every day, and if something small changes in that routine, I start to have a small internal anxiety attack. Also, I like to do things my own way, like, when it comes to cleaning the house or organizing stuff, etc. I get triggered even if people don’t do the laundry the way I do. I guess you could describe me as a perfectionist, clean/control freak. In triggering situations I can be impulsive, spontaneous, quick to act. Quick flare-ups of anger/annoyance when being provoked on my patience. Even when I’m feeling low, I manage to find humor in life and have fun with whatever I do have. Although I tend to bottle things up, I am an emotional person and my emotions are genuine – I love and care deeply and passionately and wish no ill will upon anyone, yet it hards for me to imagine someone falling in love with me or just liking me.

Hobbies, likes: My hobbies are cleaning, writing (re-writing song lyrics, making small notes, writing stories), listening to any type of music, catching up on my favorite films and TV shows, hanging out with friends, going to the cinema, or the club, being out in nature, reading, traveling. I like history, cooking, fashion magazines (or fashion in general), road trips, spirituality, mythology, books, orange juice, previous decades, cottage-core, dark academia.

Overall: Hufflepuff. INFP-T. Bi-sexual. Pisces-Aries cusp sign. “Looks like could kill you, but is actually a cinnamon roll.” A feminist, support LGBTQ+ community. That’s it, thank you!

hey @pataim ! thanks so much for sending in your request, and thank you so much for your honesty about yourself. like it takes a lot to air yourself out like that, and I admire your strength for it. but also fINALLY a 'Man from U.N.C.L.E' ship! I love that movie and attempt Illya's accent all the time, so this will be fun :)

For the MCU/Marvel - I ship you with Steve Rogers/Captain America !

no one can tell me that Steve doesn’t have a set routine honestly, so let me just get that out there

he seems intimidating at first, esp as a public figure and Avenger, but Steve is nothing but passionate about what he does. so it may clash w your lack of direction, but I could honestly see him envying that a lil bit, like it’s not that you don’t have direction, it’s the fact that you still have a choice in the matter.

your love of history put you in a museum, here you bumped into Steve in a horrible disguise. he struck up the conversation first, and once you got past the whole “holy crap that’s Captain America”, you could actually engage with him in the material and boi was he smitten

he would love to join you when your rewatched your fave things, bc not only is he catching up on more media he missed out on, he’s also getting to know your interests in a way that’s comfortable with you. it avoids all the small talk, but leaves room for discussion after the film/show !

since you tend to sponge up a lot of what other people believe, it’s totally Steve who actually tries to question what you think and what you feel about things. he’s someone who encourages you to have your own opinions and to stay true to those thoughts. so while with him, you can rely on him to learn about yourself, you also gain skills for independence

overall, Steve is super patient, and despite his chaotic job as Cap, he takes comfort in his routine, and would find comfort incorporating a partner’s routine into his life. and as you grow in a relationship with him, he’s patient about teaching you how to be your own person, and helping you learn more about yourself. and while it’s uncomfortable, you grow stronger throughout being with him :)

For The Hobbit - I ship you with Bilbo Baggins !

Bilbo is the definition of introvert, and you're right there with him

not that introversion is ever a bad thing, bc it isn't. but Bilbo is quite content to sit in his little hobbit hole and vibe. like Gandalf had to come find him, ya know. dude disappeared from his own bday.

but anyways. it's not that Bilbo lacks purpose, it's just that he's more content with a quieter life. and it seems like his quiet life would balance you out well! like the Shire is so so chill, and there doesn't really seem to be a lot of pressure on the hobbits to pick a profession. like they just genuinely do what needs to get done.

similarly, Bilbo is the type who seems a little bothered by mushy displays of affection. exhibit a: disappearing from his own bday. like he's much more the type to refill your tea when y'all are reading by the fireplace, which he would totally do w you

it will probs take you a little while to warm up to each, given just how introverted you both are. but when he explains that he has set ways of doing things, then if they're compatible w your ways of doing things, then it doesn't take you long to open up to him

like it'll be a little jarring, but he takes comfort in his routines too. and it'll be an event trying to incorporate both of your ways of life together, but he's willing to do it

overall, yours is a very quaint partnership, built on deep respect for one another. neither of you are going to push the other to do things you aren't into. and y'all just live your best lives together tbh :)

For The Man From U.N.C.L.E - I ship you with Illya Kuryakin !

I love my big Russian spy so much, so this is fun for me

so Illya is the epitome of reserved and generally quiet, so it might take a while to really break down his walls and talk to him. and he's not quite sure what to do with you once you join the team

but, he's playing his game of chess alone, and when you sit down and ask to play with him, he opens up a little more after that

if you're one who get sent out on mission with the team, get ready, bc sometimes those missions require a lot of improvising. but you'd probably be at whatever 'base' was, helping run operations from a more secure place. but Illya and Napoleon improvise a lot, leading to a lot of headaches for you and Waverly

Illya has small bursts of anger, but similar to Gaby, most times, you can intervene and he doesn't get violent. or when he does, he tries to make sure it isn't in front of you. but bc you care so deeply for him, you're there for him in the aftermath. and that's how you show your love for him.

by patching him up if he gets cut, by talking him down when he's angry. and just generally trying to take care of him. and he totally does the same for you, especially if you get sent out into the field

and much to Illya's dismay, Solo doesn't refrain form making jokes about you. but if you can take them in stride, then Solo welcomes you into the team just as well :)

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akaashisupremacy · 4 years ago

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Spring Beginnings

Summary: On a beautiful spring evening, Kuroo confesses his feelings for you. Are you willing to dive into new beginnings with him?

Notes: Next to Tsukishima, Kuroo is probably my other favorite character to write for. There’ll be another fic for his bday so stay tuned and check out my Masterlist.

Kuroo x manager!reader

genre: fluff (1.1k)

“I’m not ready to go home just yet.” says Kuroo, halting just before the end of the park.

“Same, but the team has had a long day.” you sigh in explanation, “They’ve had lots of drills and conditioning so they need their rest, y’know.”

After dissuading Yamamoto to forgo his nightly jog, you wave to the lowerclassmen who are headed to the station. Being the team manager for Nekoma’s Volleyball club meant an automatic invite to all their team outings, even to the ones with the alumni. Tonight’s meet-up was Kuroo, Kai and Yaku. The team hit up Ueno Park to see the sakura in full bloom after their Saturday training.

Lately, you’ve been very busy with schoolwork and the team. It’s nice to get away from your responsibilities. You haven’t seen Kuroo in a while. After he graduated last spring, you were worried that you would grow apart but the texting and Nekoma meet-ups proved that he is still the same Kuroo Tetsuro you know and love.

“Do you wanna walk around? I’m heading to the nearby river. They light up the entire street with lanterns so it’s pretty during the night.” he suggests, “We can wander, just the two of us like we always do.”

You’re quick to agree. Whenever you two felt like the night had ended too early, you could always count on Kuroo to explore Tokyo with you. These walks was your favorite part about spending time with him.

He leads you into a bridge over a stream, completely lit by pink lanterns under the shade of cherry blossom trees. The street is aglow as the sakura petals gently cascades.

“Beautiful isn’t it?” he gestures. You gasp in amazement.

Your smile reaches your ears. It feels like a scene from a movie. You have seen many springs filled with sakura, but this tops them all. You’re both quiet as you walk upstream.

“Do you come here often?” you ask, your eyes fixated on the lanterns.

“Not anymore. I used to pass by here when I was in elementary though”. he shakes his head, “Do you like it?”

“It’s beautiful. Thanks for bringing me here.” you say in a hush, still at lost at how gorgeous the street is. It’s times like this that you feel like you are dating Kuroo.

“I really like it when we walk around like this…” Kuroo stops. He leans with his back against the bridge. You sit on a bench not too far from him.

“Yeah, me too! Spring is great for this kind of loitering isn’t it?” you chuckle. He stands so close to you, you feel the heat of his body.

Kuroo mumbles, “I mean we should spend more time like this.”

“What? You have more spots like this?” you’re not totally sure you heard him right.

“Yes and no. I meant more time alone with you…” he stutters. There was no going around you, he has to be more direct.

“Would you go out with me if I asked?” He clears his throat, “I wish we didn’t have to escape the rest of the team to be able to spend time…alone.”

Kuroo is usually outwardly cool and confident, but as the question slips from his mouth, his heart is beating a hundred miles per second. He can almost feel himself sweat with anxiety despite the cool spring night.

“I’ve been wanting to ask out for a while now and I’ve been putting it off because I didn’t want to affect the team dynamic or put pressure on you to accept because I was technically still your captain.” he explains, kicking loose stones on the ground.

You’re a little stunned. It takes you a while to reply, “Kuroo, I…really do like you, but I…”

Your head is swirling. Did you really hear him correctly? But just as you want to throw yourself at him, your anxiety kicks in. You’re sort of overwhelmed with school and your managerial duties as is. You’d have to specifically carve out time for him. Could you really handle that?

Reality dawns on you. Your mouth suddenly feels parched and your facial expression changes. Kuroo’s face immediately starts to fall.

“I’m not sure it’s smart that we date. You’re in college and I’m…finishing up my last year in Nekoma. We’re in a lot of transitions right now…” you carefully choose your words, “We don’t have everyday like we used to.”

You see hurt crawl into his eyes. You had your entrance exams to study for and Kuroo is the latest recruit for his university’s varsity team. Surely he understands, right?

“Besides, there are a lot of girls in college. I’m sure you’d want to explore that.” You add and quickly look away. Your face feels hot after admitting your biggest insecurity.

Kuroo was tall, good-looking, smart and athletic. It would be easy for him to get a girl. Why would he want someone still in high school?

“You know I only have eyes for you.” He catches you off guard. Despite the intense anxiety pounding in your chest, you want to swoon.

You recover quickly, “I’m not really sure if it’s gonna work. Could you have handled a relationship in your last year?” you sigh doubtfully. A gust of wind blows by.

He pauses for a moment before his reply.

“I don’t know.” he admits.

You walk the remaining stretch of the road in silence.

A million thoughts race through your head. Could you not try? Your favorite team captain just confessed to you and you turned him down. You want to give in, but part of you fear what may happen if you aren’t able to balance Kuroo with your load. You make up your mind to stick to your guns. The consequences outweigh the risk.

“Let’s just walk home,” you pull up your coat when you hit the end of the street.

When you arrive at the train station, Kuroo audibly sighs. This is obviously not the outcome he is hoping for.

In a last attempt, he turns to you, “We don’t have to figure it all out right now, you know? Even if it does feel scary.”

The busy shuffling of commuters fills the silence between the two of you. Tokyo is the city for the restless.

“I just don’t want things to fail. Not with you.” you blurt out. You’re taken by surprise and his face softens.

“We won’t always have a lot of time for each other and that’s ok,” he nods, “but it’s a lot better than just giving up before it begins. We’ll figure it out. I’ve waited this long. I’ll do everything I can to make this work.”

A smile forms on your lips and you tentatively nod. Spring is the best time for new beginnings.

“I want to make this work too.”

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the-witty-pen-name · 4 years ago

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Fell in Love in Scotland Pt. 2

Sam Wilson x F!Reader

Warnings: ptsd/trauma related to war; mentions of nightmares; angst; cursing; pining; slow burn; 18+ in later parts (maybe? not sure yet)

Summary: After finding about the new Captain America, the reader goes to Louisiana to visit Sam.

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: So I know this isn’t on my list of things I *should* be working on, but I had this idea today and I had to get it down! This is only going to be 2-3 parts. (Edit: 3 parts!) This is my first time writing for Sam!

I’m taking a small break from working on my other works in progress to focus on getting out as much Sam content as a can before Sam’s (and my) bday on the 14th! Not sure how much I’ll be able to write but that is my hope!

My biggest flex at the moment is sharing a bday with Sam.

This references Civil War, Endgame and Infinity War events in flashbacks but you know, canon is a thing I like to just maneuver around so I’m sorry if there are many major inaccuracies!

This is unedited and please let me know if I missed anything that should be included as a warning.

Taglist is in my bio

The safe house in Scotland was small. A little cottage hidden away in the countryside. Absolutely beautiful, if not for the looming reminders of why you were there in the first place.

You didn’t handle laying low well. You didn’t like not doing anything. Your resolve for handling your thoughts, your problems had always been to just push them aside. Focus your energy on anything but what would pull you down. You couldn’t allow yourself to just exist. Time stopped and there was no fight to be fought, and you hated it.

Fortunately, you were with people who understood. Sam and Steve especially. It didn’t take long for Sam to work his way in. He understood you, and he related to you. Neither one of you really needed to acknowledge it. There was an unspoken understanding between the two of you which made it all feel so seamless.

You were restless, and nights were always the worst. You’d spend several hours tossing in turning on your mattress, unable to get comfortable. You’d bring your pillow and sheet with you onto the floor of your room, and if you were lucky enough to fall asleep, you’d wake up after only a few hours. Sometimes you’d remember the nightmares vividly, other times it was just the feelings that lingered.

Most nights, you’d wait it out in your room watching the clock until it was early enough to “get out of bed.” So, you’d wait until the red numbers on the screen turned to 4am and then you’d sneak your way downstairs to the kitchen or the living room, so you didn’t need to face the idea of sleep.

After a few weeks, Sam caught on to your routine. He would join you in the mornings, help you make coffee and talk about nothing. Just helping you keep your mind off the things that bothered you. He looked as tired as you, and you would insist on him getting more sleep. But Sam never made you go through any of the hard days on your own.

“You get used to it,” he’d say, understanding what you were going through better than anybody.

“I don’t know if I can,” you admit, curled up in a ball on the sofa, the warm mug of coffee Sam made cradled tightly in your hands. The curtains are pulled open, and you stare out the window to your right, watching the sun slowly coming up.

“You should try sleeping in your bed again,” he suggests. You’d recently promoted yourself from sleeping on the floor to the couch. Baby steps. You nod, knowing he’s right.

You get a rental car the next morning and you drive to the address Sam texted you. You’re greeted immediately by two rowdy young boys, asking you if you’re an Avenger like their Uncle Sam. He’s literally Uncle Sam. How could he think he didn’t deserve the shield? Well, you know why. But the coincidence is too funny not to bring up to him once all of this is resolved.

Each of them grabbed you by an arm and drag you to the backyard. You chuckle, following their lead as they ask you a million questions. They call out to Sam when he is in view and he smiles when he sees you. Your heart flips.

“They bothering you?” he asks and you shake your head.

“No, they’re great,” you beam watching them run off.

“You look good,” he compliments you, and you feel like jelly. “You’re sleeping?” Oh.

“Yeah, I mean, for the most part,” you reply, “So do you.” You can’t miss the smile on his face. “So, uh, have you heard from Bucky?”

“I text him all the time, trying to check in, but no nothing. You?”

You shake your head. “I stopped trying,” you admit, “but I can’t blame him. He really doesn’t know me.”

“He’ll come around,” he reasons, trying to be optimistic. “So, I want to show you the boat?”

“You have a boat?” you chuckle, and he grins, nodding like a little kid.

“35-foot yacht,” he teases.

“Of course,” you smile.

It was only just noon when you both arrived at the docks. The air felt crisper, and the sun felt phenomenal on your shoulders. It wasn’t until you were outside in weather like this that you realized how often you opted to stay hidden away in your apartment. The atmosphere just felt more alive, and the air in your lungs felt almost cleansing.

You sat across from Sam on the bow of the boat, your legs dangling over the side. You were sitting close enough to him that your thighs touched, and you were trying your hardest to ignore the feeling. You just felt warm, and you felt more relaxed than you had been since you’d last seen him.

“I just need to ask,” Sam asks, cutting through both of your laughter. You really had spent the day so far just reminiscing, talking about nothing really. “Did you and Cap- were you guys…?”

“Oh god no,” you choke quickly, you stifle another laugh, “Steve was just a really great friend. No nothing like that. I would go to the end of the earth and back for Steve… but no, I didn’t have feelings for him that way.”

“I had thought maybe at one point something was going on there,” he shrugs. Is he serious?

“Never,” you reiterate.

Sleeping in a bed became easier, but the nightmares were something that you just couldn’t shake no matter how hard you tried. Many times, it would be late in the night and you’d be gently shaken awake. Sam would be kneeling next to your bed, trying to wake you up.

“Please stay,” you’d ask, eyes glossed over and your skin stained with tears. He could never say no. You’d scoot over and he’d climb in and settle next to you. It wasn’t even anything romantic. You didn’t cuddle or invade his space. You just needed to feel him next to you, and you’d be able to sleep. The cycle continued for a long while until you were able to sleep through the night without the haunting dreams.

But you missed waking up with him there.

“You need to tell him,” Steve would insist, and you’d shut down the idea every single time.

“No, I can’t,” you’d insist. The only person who knew how you felt was Steve. You hadn’t even told him; he just knew you too well.

“You’re making yourself miserable,” he’d elaborate, “you deserve a little happiness- Sam deserves happiness. He wants you too.”

“Happiness? With me?” you snort, “Steve, think about me, my past- everything I carry around with me. You know as well as I do, I can’t infect him with that when he has his own issues. We’re all too broken- he deserves better.”

“You don’t to be the one to decide that for him,” he counters. “What Sam deserves is the truth.”

“I know, I know!” you sigh, wrapping your arms around yourself and you can’t look at Steve. “Telling him how I feel complicates things to much. I can’t risk it.”

“Even if he feels the same way?”

“Especially if he feels the same way.”

You rest back on your palms, close your eyes and tilt your head up towards the direction of the sun. Your mind wanders to Steve, and how much you miss him. You were oftentimes too thick headed to take any of his advice but it was something you hadn’t realized you needed.

You decide to just throw out all your apprehension. And just take the advice from Steve you should’ve taken years ago. The timing is perfect. The universe is screaming at you to just tell him.

“I gave up the shield because I didn’t think anyone could follow Steve,” he admits, “I didn’t think I could fill the role- no one can, or maybe no one should.”

“You’re the only person who can, Sam,” you say, looking back over to him.

“When I gave it up, I didn’t think it would be given to someone else. I donated it- to keep it with the rest of what we have left of him. God- if I had known…”

“I watched on television when you donated it, Sam,” you say, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Symbols are nothing without the men and women that give them meaning… I wish you saw yourself the way Steve did- the way I do…”

“That’s not fair…”

“You said we need new heroes for the times we’re in. Sam- the world needs a new Captain America. And you know as well as I do, that man on TV they pushed out there isn’t it.”

“It’s not me, either,” he says, looking down at the water, the reflection of the two of you rippled and distorted.

“I wish you could see how much that isn’t true,” you admit, “I also- I also wish I was more like you… You’re so good at talking to me… people like us and Steve. You show people their value and their worth, and you’re just so fiercely loyal it’s almost annoying. And I suck at that, I’m a terrible communicator, and I can’t vocalize how much you’re worth, and how much you deserve the shield. Feelings are just too overwhelming and I can’t focus them into anything coherent. And you right now need what you give others just so freely, and you’re stuck with me… I know I’m not Steve, and I as much as I try to convince you the decision is yours, but you need to know that you are the only person who can be our new Captain… Steve wasn’t wrong about you, and I just… I’m in your corner.”

“(Y/N) …”

It was safe in Scotland. Quiet, secluded. Time wasn’t looming over you. There was nothing there that was any imminent threat except your own demons that you carried with you. You had a lot of regrets, past mistakes that haunted you whenever you slowed down. It’s why when you left the air force, you joined SHIELD. You were like Steve, kindred spirits plagued by the after effects of war and both of you resolved to fighting rather than be left to your own devises.

Not like Sam. Sam put his focus into helping others. Selfless, and understanding, he was always there. He was thoughtful with what he chose to fight for, which is something you greatly admired. He was morals and loyalty, and everything that made a great man. He was a friend first, and a fighter second.

Which is such a rare quality that you wished you could tell him you noticed.

Steve got very into crossword puzzles. He found a box up in the attic tucked away of old books from whoever used to live here. He’d sit on the armchair in the living room, pencil in hand and try his best to fill in what he knew. He ended up heavily relying on you and Sam to fill in the references he didn’t know.

You and Sam would be on the couch, you tucked into his side, watching television or sometimes you’d both read, old magazines or anything you could find for entertainment. One night you both sat on the floor on opposite sides of the coffee table with an incomplete deck of cards playing Double Solitaire, and Steve would occasionally vocalize a clue he was stuck on.

“Drummer of Duran Duran. Blank Taylor. Five letters,” Steve said, not looking up from the flimsy book.

“Roger Taylor,” Sam answered aimlessly, tapping the card in his hand to his chin as his eyes scanned the columns of cards.

A few minutes of silence follow before Steve speaks again.

“1996 Looney Toons film starring Michael Jordan. Eight letters.”

“Space Jam,” you smirk, and you bite your lip to hold back a laugh. You want to ask him what the theme is for the puzzle he’s working on but you decide against it. You don’t want to embarrass him.

It felt really silly. The three of you, all ex-military crime fighters on the run, couped up together in this tiny living room, playing cards and helping Captain America with a pop culture crossword. Maybe it just felt weird because it was so normal.

You’re sweating. You didn’t realize it until just now. The dampness of the underarms of your t-shirt was all you could focus on. Why were you so nervous? Because again, the universe if giving you every single sign to just tell him. Yell it out so loud it echoes back to you across the water. Tell him. Tell him everything.

Every harbored fantasy of being with him. Tell him how much he means to you and how sorry you are that your fears drive you away from him. He feels so strong, and stoic next to you, it’s making your head spin and you feel like your brain is leaving your body behind. He’s so understanding and patient, and here you are, again, leaving him on another cliff hanger.

“Sam, I need to tell you something.”

No going back now.

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tirednotflirting · 4 years ago

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happy, free, confused, and lonely at the same time

a day late on getting this here but!!! some bday jalex i wrote for @reveriesofawriter‘s bday! sticking to our all taylor is jalex brand, it’s a 22 fic :)

kinda fits within the marble mansion wus writing universe that my pretty venom fic is in if you want more of these boys (they’re quite sweet i think)

here this is on ao3 if that’s more ur jam x

Alex is a planner.

Early on, being a frontman meant he was the first person anyone trying to coordinate band things reached out to, and as time went on, he embraced the role. He likes organizing and keeping track of the who and when and where of it all. He likes the sticky notes and his planner and the dry-erase board he keeps on his fridge for lists. He likes knowing what is coming next.

Alex never meant to fall in love with his best friend. He never planned on Jack.

They’ve reached the point where they should probably have an adult conversation about whatever it is that’s going on between them. Honestly they probably reached that point half a decade ago, but Alex knows neither of them was ready for it then. He wonders if they’re really both ready now. He knows he is. But it scares him a little to think about what happens if the other involved party isn’t.

That conversation and what it might sound like is what Alex is thinking about as he watches the end of the sunset over the desert from the edge of the pool at the house they’re renting. He lets a wine glass dangle from his fingers, the last few sips of his pink wine swirling around the bottom. His feet slowly swing in the warm water to avoid splashing over the edge. For someone whose job it is to come up with words for feelings, he finds himself struggling with where to even begin. He wonders if that should feel significant.

He’s draining the last of his wine when he hears the back door slide open and feet pad over the stone in his direction. Just as he’s about to question who’s come to join him, the visitor sits behind him and legs drop to frame his body. Alex leans back into Jack’s chest and breathes in the scent of his cologne mixing with the nighttime air. Jack’s arms wrap around Alex and the mess of thoughts trying to piece together the conversation to be had word by word fades off to the back of Alex’s mind.

“What are you doing out here?” Jack asks, his lips brushing against Alex’s neck. Probably against his tattoo. Jack’s always particularly fond of pressing his lips there.

“Just finishing my wine,” Alex says, and lifts the empty glass as evidence. “Wanted to watch the sunset, too. Don’t think I’m ever going to want to say goodbye to this view.”

“You should get a house out here someday,” Jack says as he rocks them back and forth a little. Alex leans further into his chest. “This place has your vibes and the stars look really sick out here.”

Alex smiles at Jack thinking of his astronomy habits. “I like the way you think,” he agrees before turning to stand. “Is it time we go in and join the pregame?”

Jack lifts a hand to be helped up and elects to keep holding Alex’s hand as they head in the direction of the door. “Why do you think I came out to find you?”

“I’m sorry,” Alex says as they approach the door, a blush painting across his cheeks. “Was just a little bit stuck in my head, trying to figure something out. Didn’t mean to leave the birthday boy waiting.”

Jack smiles and drops Alex’s hand before he reaches for the door handle. They’re in the desert in June, but Alex immediately misses the warmth. The two of them so easily gravitate physically toward one another when they’re together but they don’t hold hands in group settings. The way Alex wishes they did starts the spiral of words again. “Let me know if you need any help figuring whatever it is out?” Jack says as a worried look takes over his features.

Alex never wants to worry him, so he drops a hand to Jack’s back to guide him inside. He lets his answer to Jack’s question mix into a smile. Others in the living room grab Jack for shots. He shoots Alex a look as a lime is placed between his fingers; Alex points in the direction of the stairs and mouths need to change as he heads off. A smaller smile pulls at Jack’s lips as he nods and turns the rest of the group whining for him to join in.

Alex takes a deep breath before making his way out of the room and only lifts his brows to acknowledge the knowing look from Rian as he climbs the stairs.

The club is loud. Alex isn’t sure why he always expects them not to be, but the sounds in his environment accompanied by the buzzing in his mind is almost overwhelming.

He’s just grabbed another drink and when he gets back to the table their group has claimed for the night, Jack is sitting on the tabletop, his legs swinging as he talks to a couple of girls. Alex smirks as he watches Jack lift up the birthday sash someone had shown up with for him before they left the house (it’s pink and says I’m 21 Today! in sequins). The girls laugh before they wave and disappear into the crowd. Jack turns and his eyes brighten when they fall to Alex.

He scoots closer to where Alex sits and leans in. “What’s that?” he asks, pointing at the cup Alex has just come back with.

Alex raises the drink in front of his face and frowns as his tipsy mind forgets whatever the drink was called. “Uh, pink?”

“Lemme try,” Jack says and plucks the cup from between Alex’s fingers. Alex hadn’t planned to argue with the request but he can practically hear Jack’s voice reciting the statement Alex has heard probably hundreds of times over the years: You can’t say no during birthweek.

Jack takes a sip and then leaves the cup beside him on the table. He nods thoughtfully for a moment before leaning back in so Alex can hear him. “You’re right, it tastes very pink.”

Alex laughs but before he can respond Jack is moving to sink into the seat beside him and his head drops to Alex’s shoulder. “Are clubs busier than they used to be? Feel like I can’t breathe in here,” he whines. Alex agrees, though he was ready to just blame it on their age. “Where are Rian and Zack?”

“They were talking to some girls at the bar, I think,” Alex explains. “Rian told one of them he’s a drummer and she basically melted, it was hilarious.”

“You think anyone in here has even heard an All Time Low song before?” Jack asks, his tone indicating he’s reached the kind of happy drunk where every thought that comes to mind has to leave his lips.

“Maybe ‘Dear Maria’?” Alex offers as he drops his arm to rest against Jack’s back. His fingers trace lazy patterns against the soft fabric of his t-shirt. Jack hums but he doesn’t sound convinced.

Jack nuzzles his face into Alex’s neck and Alex hears him sigh. “Hey Alex?”

“Yeah?” Alex replies while his eyes track one of the bright lights circling around the room over the crowd on a dance floor.

Jack lifts his head up and throws Alex big brown puppy eyes. He can tell Jack’s about to ask him something and before he’s even heard the question he already knows his answer will be yes. He’s never been able to say no to Jack.

“Can we leave?”

Alex laughs. “Thought birthweek had no time for quitters?” he jokingly asks, recalling something Jack yelled across the room at Zack when he tried turning down shots the night before.

“Please?” Jack asks. “It’s loud and I want a snack.”

“Anything for the birthday boy,” Alex replies with a nod. Jack smiles again at the response. “Thought I saw a diner down the road. Late night breakfast?”

“God, you’re the best.”

Jack slides out of the booth as Alex reaches for the jacket he shed shortly after they arrived. While they head toward the doors that lead out to the street, Alex sends a message to the group text (The BoyDay Boys) to let the crew know they’re headed off.

The nighttime air is cool when they step out onto the street. Alex can’t remember which direction they’re meant to head so he pauses once they’re out of the way of the entrance to the club and pulls out his phone again to figure out where they’re going.

Another cool breeze blows down the street and Jack leans in closer to Alex’s side in response. It’s a frequent habit of his, the way he’s always trying to share Alex’s warmth. If Alex were a little more tipsy he probably would just wrap his arms around Jack’s waist as he leads them in the direction of the diner he’s successfully located. But he’s a little bit too self-aware for that at the moment so he elects to let Jack continue to lean into his side as they head down the street.

They pass couples walking in the opposite direction, their fingers tangled or lips pressing together without a care in the world. Alex finds he feels something in the realm of jealousy, though he’s not sure that’s the right thing to call it. Loneliness, maybe? He knows he should just say something, just see if there’s any chance at all that Jack feels the same way about figuring out what the hell they are. But it’s been so easy to just teeter the line of something for as long as they have. Alex doesn’t want to scare him away by considering the idea of throwing a label on it. Every time he explains it to Rian like that when he asks, Alex is told he’s being ridiculous and have you seen the way he looks at you, Alex?, but the fear in the back of his mind won’t budge.

The line they tightrope across is confusing, Alex thinks. But even so, he’s not unhappy. Maybe this is just the way they’re meant to be. Confusing but happy. Alex could be okay with that.

It’s a short walk to the diner and Jack chats to Alex most of the way there about some party he went to the previous week. There had been a petting zoo for some unknown reason. Alex listens to Jack describe the animals he got to pet and the kitten that tried stealing some of his White Claw. Soon enough they reach the door and push through to inside, a tiny bell jingling over their heads as they enter.

Someone behind the counter tells them they can seat themselves, that they’ll come find them in a minute for their drink orders. Jack wanders to a booth in the back of the room and Alex follows him. He waits to let Jack pick a side and slides into the one opposite him. A clock on the wall tells Alex it’s just past midnight, meaning Jack’s actual birthday has just finished. The celebrations should continue for another day or two.

A waitress comes to take their drink orders and they ask for a couple waters and a couple coffees and then they’re alone again. Jack squints his eyes down at the menu while Alex glances around the diner, ignoring the butterflies stirring whenever their knees knock together below the table and neither of them make any effort to move.

The entire scene has waves of nostalgia crashing all around Alex. It’s a pretty regular event during Jack’s birthday celebrations that he and Alex slip away from the rest of the group to catch a moment of something more tranquil during all the crazy of the week-long party.

It had become something Alex looked forward to every year. Usually when Jack’s birthday fell during a break from touring or between cycles, they would just go for a drive. Jack would find whatever couch or bed Alex had passed out on and pull him from sleep to go watch the sunrise or the sunset (his body clock was always thrown completely off balance during birthweek).

He’d usually want to go to the beach. Jack would play navigator and call out directions to whichever beach involved the least amount of traffic to get to, in a voice rough both from sleep and from screaming along to Top 40 hits in karaoke bars and clubs around LA. Once there, they would walk all the way out to the water and let little waves splash against their ankles as the sun rose higher and higher or sunk lower and lower. Eventually Jack would smile and nod toward the Pacific and sigh a deep breath of salty air and that would be the cue that he was satisfied with the experience. They usually would end up at a diner like the one they’re at right now, sipping coffee with tired eyes and laughing over pancakes.

It’s probably a two hour drive to the coast from where they currently sit but if Jack had asked to go to the beach, Alex would have gotten him there without a second thought.

Jack moves so their long legs are all tangled together below the table, and it breaks Alex out of the nostalgic place he’d been transported to for a moment. He looks up to meet Jack’s tired, happy gaze. Alex raises his eyebrows in a silent question and a gleeful smile pulls across Jack’s cheeks.

“Do you think they’d put sprinkles in my pancakes if I tell them it’s my birthday?”

That’s when it hits Alex head on, like a dart hitting the bullseye. They walk a tightrope but there’s always been a net to catch them if need be just below their feet the whole time. The look Rian’s been trying to convince him to see for years is staring back from the other side of the booth, and it says everything in the most plain but beautiful way possible. It’s the same smile Jack would give to the Pacific just after the sun had set over the city of stars. Alex breaks into a quiet laugh and wonders if he’s ever not been in love with this sunshine of a boy sitting in front of him.

(They do put sprinkles in the pancakes. Rainbow ones. And add whipped cream and a candle too.)

It’s close to 1AM by the time they pay the check and head back out into the early morning desert air. They had enough water and coffee that they’re pretty much sober now. The moon shines bright down onto them as they stand in front of the diner, unsure of where to head next.

“Want to take a walk?” Alex asks while pointing down a more quiet part of the street in the opposite direction they came from.

“Sounds nice,” Jack agrees, and motions for Alex to lead the way.

They start down the sidewalk and let the nighttime noises play as their soundtrack for a few minutes. Jack breaks the silence to tell the story of something his mom told him about when he called her a couple days ago and at some point in the middle of the tale, he reaches for Alex’s hand and threads their fingers together so their joined hands swing between them. Alex continues listening as he looks down, and there’s some tiny part of his brain that tries to start making another set of pros and cons lists, but then he shakes the thought away and stops walking.

Jack glances back with a confused look when he feels the pull on his arm. “What is it, Al?”

Alex lets out a sigh as he looks back and forth between their hands and the look on Jack’s face. The words fall from his lips before he can even process them fully. “Jack, I really like you.”

The look of confusion fades into something more stunned as Jack takes a step closer to him. “What?” he asks in a quiet voice, like he’s worried that speaking too loudly might shatter the moment that Alex’s confession just created.

“I really like you,” Alex says and reaches over to pull Jack in at the waist. “I like you in the want to show you off and kiss you until our friends groan and introduce you as my boyfriend at parties kind of way. I want to hold your hand when we walk back inside after watching the sunset like the cheesy idiots we are.”

For a moment he just watches Jack nod before a smile brighter than the full moon overhead pulls across Jack's face. He lets his arms wrap around Alex's neck and pulls him close enough that their foreheads touch. “I like you, too. So much. I might love you, I think, but that feels like a really big word,” Jack says back, in a voice still just above a whisper. “I could never come up with the words to say that until right now.”

Alex doesn’t realize he’s tearing up until Jack moves to cup Alex’s cheek, his thumb running across his cheekbone just in time to swipe away a tear. “God, we’re stupid. You’d think we of all people would know to just let the words come to us.”

Jack shakes his head and pouts. “Hey, you’re the veteran songwriter here. I'm still new enough to this that I have an excuse.”

“Shut up,” Alex laughs, and then he leans closer to press their lips together. Jack adjusts to cup his hand around Alex's other cheek as Alex's grip on his waist tightens. It’s not even fireworks and confetti like Alex had imagined it would be. They laugh against each other’s lips between kisses and it’s just them. When Alex pulls away and tucks his face into Jack's neck, his lips pressing lazily against the triangles inked into Jack's skin, he feels peace. Holding Jack feels like coming home or a deep breath of the cool ocean air just after sunset. He feels like what Alex always imagined love to feel like.

Somehow they still beat everyone else back to the house. Their giggles echo off the halls as they kick their shoes off before heading up the stairs, one of them stopping the other every so often for another kiss.

They make it up the stairs eventually and Alex drags Jack in the direction of his room. Alex only whines for a moment when Jack pulls away because Well, you want me to brush my teeth, don’t you? When Jack returns Alex is changed and going through his own routine in the bathroom. When he glances out through the open door to the bedroom, Jack has already claimed his side of the bed and is looking at him across the room, a lazy smile pulling across his face.

“What?” Alex asks as he turns off the tap and shuffles over to lean against the doorway.

Jack shrugs. “Nothing.”

“What’s that look for then?” Alex asks. Jack sits facing towards him, his temple resting against the headboard. He’s changed into sweats and a tank Alex is pretty sure was swiped from his own closet. It’s stretched and worn enough that it’s falling off of Jack’s tattooed shoulder. If Alex could pick one image to look at for the rest of his life, this one would certainly be in the running.

“I think I’m just glad we kind of figured this out a bit,” Jack replies.

“Well, I’m pretty sure if I went another day without saying something, Rian would have threatened to tell you himself and I think we’re just a little bit too old to be having our friends communicate our feelings for us.”

“Yeah, maybe a little bit,” Jack laughs as he slides beneath the sheets. Alex hits the light in the bathroom and pads across the room. He hears the front door open and close downstairs followed by laughter, signalling the rest of their crew has arrived home. As he listens to the quiet conversations happening on the first floor, he crawls into bed and drops his head on the pillow beside where Jack rests with his hand holding up his head. Alex drops an arm around Jack’s waist and pulls him closer.

“I don’t know how I’m supposed to sleep when I feel like I’m dreaming,” Alex says while Jack turns to shut the lamp off.

“Alex, I adore you, but that was the cheesiest thing you’ve ever said and your exhaustion is showing,” Jack says with a laugh before pressing his lips to Alex’s temple. “I’ll still be right here in the morning.”

“Will you remind me of all of the cheesy things I said tonight?”

“For as long as you’ll let me,” Jack replies. He drops his head against the pillow and smiles up at Alex.

“I’m holding you to that,” Alex says. He presses a kiss to the tattoos on Jack’s shoulder he’d been admiring from the doorway before moving to settle his head against his chest.

As he lets his tired eyes fall shut while settling against Jack, Alex is surprised that the swirling mix of words in his head he’s become accustomed to isn’t there. He’s used to his mind still trying desperately to plan out whatever needs to come next even as he falls asleep. But as Jack tucks an arm around his waist and drifts closer to sleep, Alex decides maybe he’s alright with not knowing what comes next so long as they stay like this.

#jalex #jalex fic #atl fic #fun fact i had a whole crisis over whether or not to allow this to fit into this universe at first #bc they def were not in the desert yet during jack's bday in 2019 #but then i thought this would be fun so we ignored that sdklfjsldf

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fuckinuchihas · 4 years ago

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Hi, I have an emergency request. Tomorrow is my birthday. It is also the anniversary of my ex bf dumping me immediately after sex. He told me he hadn't loved me for months. Later that same day I also found out he had secretly been cheating on me. I found out by seeing the girl's insta. I have a history of selfharm/suicidal tendencies. Could I get a aone, suga, daichi, OR ushi (just 1) bf spending my bday w/ me so I don't feel alone/unwanted & so I don't hurt myself? I always hated my bday. Thnx!

I know you said just one, but I thought it would be a nice addition to show you how the others would treat you on your birthday too. So I did little snippets for three of the guys while you spend the day with your boyfriend, Aone.

You dread this day every year but this one seems to be even more difficult than all the others combined. You stayed awake well beyond your intention last night just overthinking every decision you’ve ever made so when you get up for the day it feels like you haven’t slept at all.

There’s texts waiting for you as you blindly walk yourself through getting something to drink, preferably with caffeine if you have it, before you actually open it up. Once you do, you see the first one is from Daichi; Happy Birthday! I’d really like to bring you breakfast when you wake up, just let me know when is good for you.

You almost say no, pushing people away is the normal way you deal with things, but there’s something about seeing his disappointed face that encourages you to send a quick, ‘I’m awake now’ text back.

You text with him while preparing your drink and soon he shows up with a bag filled with two of your favorite breakfast sandwiches and a couple muffins.

He says he can’t stay long but he wanted to see your smile and as hard as it is to do, you find a way to give him that. It’s as sincere as you can possibly offer and he understands.

Aone just shows up at your door in the middle of the day with a picnic basket and he offers you his hand.

You hesitate but you take it and he leads you to a small field where he has a blanket on the ground and a small bouquet of your favorite flower. You feel your face warm slightly but he mistakes it for the chill of the breeze and quickly offers you his jacket which only flusters you further but it’s warm and it smells like him so you hold it as tight against your face as you can.

He’s brought some of your favorite snacks along with an actual entree he made himself. It’s so thoughtful and kind that you have a hard time not just tearing up because someone actually cares enough about you to go through all this trouble just to make your day feel a little better.

Because while you might not have given him all the details, Aone knows this day is hard for you so he wants to distract you as much as possible.

You’re kind of still partially full from the food Daichi brought for you but you eat a little more with his encouragement and you find it all tastes amazing and you make sure to tell him that.

Aone doesn’t talk much but you enjoy one another’s company beyond words. His presence is overwhelming for some but you like the way you feel smaller with him. You like the way he lets you talk when you want to but also doesn’t feel the need to fill the silence if conversation lapses for a while.

He loves you how you always hoped someone would and no one ever did.

He loves you in the silences, in the dark, in the empty hollow parts of you that you can’t seem to forget no matter how hard you try. Sometimes he just holds your hand, kisses your wrist, and you know exactly what he’s saying.

He’s saying thank you, thank you for staying here for me.

Thank you for being alive.

Thank you for loving me.

Because he said it that night, the night you told him. He said those words as tears slid freely down his cheeks. The thought of you being in so much pain had hit him harder than you expected but he showed no hesitation in letting you see how important you were to him. He didn’t hide away and save the tears for later, he just let himself be raw and vulnerable right along with you.

It was probably that moment that you realized you loved him.

You start to tear up thinking about that night again, and he wraps an arm around your shoulder and pulls you in a bit closer to shield you from the wind. He drops a kiss to your head and softly whispers, “Thank you for letting me celebrate your birthday. I’m so happy you were born.”

“Love you, Aone.”

“And I you.”

Once you pack everything up, Aone walks you back to your small apartment and you start to feel a coldness seeping inside you at the thought of him leaving.

He doesn’t though.

He waits at your door seeking permission to come in the same way he always does and you don’t hesitate to invite him inside.

“Don’t you have plans?” you ask, because you don’t want him to sacrifice his whole day just to spend time with you.

“You’re my plan.”

Your eyes go wide and he quickly realizes what that could sound like and he backs away a few steps. “Spending time with you, is my plan. I don’t have any other plans.”

There’s a slight flush to his cheeks and you want to comment on it but you don’t want to make him feel more embarrassed. “Oh, okay. Do you want to watch a movie or something?”

He nods in agreement so you turn something on as a distraction.

Before the movie is over you have two waiting texts, one from Ushijima that says he hopes you’re doing well today and that he wishes you a happy birthday. It’s a bit dry, he can be that way sometimes but you know he’s never insincere with his words so you quickly send back a thank you.

The other is Suga asking if you feel up to a vid call later because he misses your cute face and he’s sorry he couldn’t make it over this morning with Daichi because he had to work but he asks you to hang out later this week to ‘celebrate properly’. He also mentions that Aone is welcome to tag along of course, but he wants pictures throughout the day to make sure you’re actually being taken care of on your birthday, not that he doubts your silent king in the least. But as intimidating as Aone is, Sugawara would absolutely fight him if he wasn’t physically there in person taking care of you.

You shake your head at him but send back a photo of the two of you cuddled together on the couch and he breathes a sigh of relief when he gets it. You also say yes to the vid call but you make him promise to keep it short because you don’t want to split your time for too long,

Aone deserves a hundred percent of your attention and affection.

Most of the rest of the day is kind of the same. You watch a couple movies, have that quick call with Sugawara when he’s done with work for the day, and you sit cuddled up with the man you love.

When it gets dark and evening rolls around Aone does ask that you eat some more and offers to get takeout but there’s still plenty of food left from the picnic so you wave him off and you both eat reheated leftovers.

It gets late and you can feel the air around you tense a little and you’re not sure why.

Normally you’d let it go, let it pass...but Aone looks like he’s struggling to say something.

“Is everything okay?” you ask, pausing the movie to look up at him.

“I-” he swallows. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Your eyebrows scrunch in confusion. “You never make me uncomfortable,” you say, because he doesn’t, never has. He’s always felt like safety and home.

“I would like to stay. I’m not asking for anything...improper. I just, I don’t want to leave you tonight.”

It’s the least eloquent you’ve ever seen him. He rarely speaks in long sentences but when he does they’re usually well put together and thought out. Clearly this must have been weighing on him for a while.

“Aone, you don’t have to leave if you don’t want to,” you say, then you look up into his eyes. The eyes that hold depths of softness and warmth. The eyes everyone overlooks when they take in his stature, the eyes that betray his intimidating appearance. When his gaze flicks back to yours, you calmly, truthfully respond, “I trust you.”

He hugs you tighter to his chest and kisses you softly on the head.

He pulls back only to smile down at you like you’re the most amazing thing in the world before he squeezes you against him again.

It’s one of the hundreds, no thousands of ways he regularly tells you he loves you.

“Love you too, ‘One.”

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#not naruto #not knb #haikyuu!!#kel answers #birthday anon #aone takanobu x you #aone takanobu headcanons #aone takanobu x reader

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sourholland · 4 years ago

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Late but also wanted to say that I fricking love Brooklyn Bishops and didn't even like Benny that much before I read it?? You just...... managed to make him steal my heart?? Along with that Pawn and Pen story but it got cancelled (which I understand of course even when I was disappointed but them willing to tell how it would have ended was an awesome thing and filled my heart) But don't sweat it and take your time, you aren't paid for this so you could be quiet for 3 years if you wanted to take a break that long. Writers really need more appreciation and that needs to be acknowledged <3 Seen so much shit on writers on my dash lately and a lot of people don't seem to understand that we who don't know how to write a story masterpiece and play with words as skillfully as writers manage to do needs to be treasured and appreciated! That way writers will be more motivated and inspired. Thank you for sharing your skill with us, you're one of my favorite writers around here, so skillful and kind towards everyone. I hope your love for writing will stay high for a long time if not forever. <3

Also a question if I may ask (or my friend asks), is there any Benny pieces coming/in works? I requested something for Benny to someone but I was supposed to stay under anon and I have a feeling that I accidentally sent it off anon with my friend's account... but I'm not sure if I sent it to you or someone else so it's hard to ask around. I'm not allowed to have a Tumblr bc I still live at home and my parents are very conversative with social media, I was supposed to move out in spring 2020 because my 18th bday was in March 2020 then but virus made those plans fall. So my friend lets me use hers whenever I visit her because she made me fall in love with x readers but my friend never requests anything to strangers because she's so shy and I'd hate to embarrass her or make her feel that way.

So if there's Benny smut first time thing in works sent under an url, could you make it anon?

this is so incredibly kind ! i really really really appreciate messages like this, believe me ! i love to write, but yes it can sometimes get a bit overwhelming for me. the way some of you take the time to write out these long words of encouragement help me to feel motivated though.

i’ve been writing since i was a little girl and i’ve only grown to love it more and more. my friends and i sometimes conjure up little things and they’ll have me write it out to give it life. i never have really thought of my writing as anything special or superb, but coming on tumblr has given me so much more confidence and love. i’m told at least once a day that someone adores my writing, and it is the nicest thing.

as for brooklyn bishops: i am going to finish the miniseries very soon ! i will always have love for that series, and can’t wait to put the next installment out for everyone who has asked. i have been focused on another series predominantly, but im slowly expanding. regarding your request, i will 100% check and if so, i’ll make sure i write it anonymously. my ask box is sort of backed up, i’m a bit behind so just everyone be patient.

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hellas-himself · 5 years ago

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Crack Ship Holidays

Christmas Pt. 1 (i guess lol)

Okay. So I know we’ve had at least 3 holidays since the last time I posted this but whatever. have some hella late christmas nonsense. It’ll be feyre’s bday, christmas and then new years. Reyes, Valentine’s day and then Cassian’s birthday which I will always write to be in the summer will go together in one until Sarah gives us his actual birthday.

This ship is so stupid and I live for it. shout out to @bookloveaffair @crackedship for indulging me

I smile when I see Cassian step into the gym with Az and Elain. Iliana comes running over to me and I welcome her with open arms.

“I saw your painting out front,” Lia says with a smile. “I know your signature. It’s very pretty.”

“Thank you,” I say and let her go. I greet Elain and Az with hugs and kisses. “Thank you guys for being here… I haven’t done anything like this in a long time.”

Elain playfully hits my arm.

“As if I would miss your first art show in school?”

Cassian comes to stand beside me and slides and arm around my shoulder. He presses a kiss to my temple.

“Hey, handsome.”

“You did good, bunny,” he says as he looks around the gym. With the help of my students, we set the display tables in a way to allow everyone to walk freely as well as make room for Aelin’s stage. It’s nothing more than a raised platform in the center of the room that Evangeline and I helped to decorate. She’s already there, getting her students ready. The home ec teacher has a cookie and hot chocolate station in one corner and there are arts and crafts and other things some of the parents have organized together to keep the kids busy as the parents walked around.

“There is a little contest between each grade. It wasn’t my idea but the parents apparently do this every year. Each kid who entered the art show get something regardless but the winner of each grade gets some kind of prize.”

“I wish I had known,” Cassian says playfully. I pinch his side.

After encouraging the others to look around, I make the rounds, greeting my students and their families. I refuse to vote for the contest- it isn’t hard to sing praises of these kids and their work. Aelin has her kids playing Christmas carols with their instruments while the small chorus group sings.

Evangeline stands blushing beside her oil painting of snow-capped mountains. Rowan and Elide are taking pictures of her while Lysandra and Aedion look on proudly. I catch Lorcan casting his vote for her and when he sees me, he just shrugs.

I get asked about an after-school program, if I tutor, if I take commissions. It’s slightly overwhelming but I still accept the phone numbers and business cards from the parents. I don’t need him to turn around to know that Tamlin is standing with Briar at the snack table. She’s chatting with one of the aids, wearing a matching ugly sweater with him. I’m surprised that he would be here, that he would even leave his house like that. Maybe he is capable of giving a shit, but it doesn’t matter. I see Cassian talking to one of my kindergarteners, praising their artwork with the same enthusiasm that he praises mine.

“Hi, Miss A,” Tessa says and Cassian looks up from where he’s kneeling. He smiles at me in such a way that I wish I could just kiss him in front of everyone here. But Tessa’s mom brings me from my thoughts as she thanks me and now Cassian for encouraging Tessa who was ‘not herself’ after her father left. Cassian graciously distracts Tessa while her mother and I talk quietly.

The principal calls everyone to dance and I am surprised to see Aelin at the piano. Only her older kids are playing instruments now and when she starts to sing, I want to cry. I knew she played the piano and the guitar, I’ve watched a few videos of her with a cello but she had never told me that she could sing. Cassian and I dance, Azriel and Rowan taking turns dancing with me. Elain and I dance while Cassian brings Iliana to get hot chocolate and cookies.

“I can’t believe he’s here,” she mumbles. I shrug.

“As long as he doesn’t talk to me, I really don’t care what he’s doing.”

“If he even speaks one word…”

I kiss my sister on the cheek and she sighs.

“You’ve done so good,” she says and gives me a smile. “I’m really proud of you Feyre.”

I don’t know what to say and blush, making her laugh.

The principal announces the winners of the art show while Aelin plays songs from A Charlie Brown Christmas. Goodie bags are passed around by volunteers dressed like elves and until I see his eyes, I had no idea that Aedion had disappeared to change into a santa suit to hand out presents to the kids- definitely Aelin’s work.

As the families and children leave, the school staff stay behind to clean up and talk. The principal hands out the bonuses and I’m surprised to receive one. Aelin insists we all take pictures by the tree and I try not to laugh at the sight of my sister standing between Cassian and Tamlin who are waiting for Briar and I to finish with the staff picture. Rowan throws an arm around Cassian’s shoulder and the two whisper to one another. Az has Iliana on his back and once we’re done, I make my way to them. I kiss my sleepy niece goodbye before saying my goodbyes to the others.

“Are you okay, bunny?”

I look up from my laptop to find Cassian walking into the bedroom.

“Mhm.”

“Work?” He looks at my laptop and I shake my head.

“No, just saving the pictures Aelin sent me. They’re cute.”

He joins me in bed and I turn the screen so he can see.

“I love you in the dress.”

I blush as I roll my eyes.

“Thank you,” I say and close the laptop. “And thank you for being there.”

“I wouldn’t have missed it for anything.”

I set the laptop on the night table and he pulls me into his arms.

“I love you,” I say to him and he smiles. I know he worries about what seeing Tamlin might do to me, he doesn’t have to say it. “If someone would have told me last Christmas that I’d be here with you like this… I wouldn’t have believed it.”

“No?”

“I wasn’t exactly the picture of hope.”

Cassian chuckles and kisses me.

“No… You weren’t.”

“But you were. You were and I made it through all of that because of you.”

“Bunny… You made it through all of that because of you and the work you put in.”

“Which I wouldn’t have done if you didn’t make me feel alive…”

“So it wasn’t just the mind blowing sex that did that?” he says playfully but I can tell he’s surprised.

“No… You did that way before I looked at you and wanted to rock your world.”

He smiles and I kiss him.

“And when did that happen?” he asks.

“Way before New Year’s Eve.”

“Really?”

“We went dancing for my birthday, remember?”

“Yeah, you wore that little red dress-”

“You remember?” I ask suddenly.

He scoffs as if the answer was obvious.

“We danced all night and even before we got shit faced you were being way more flirtatious than usual.” I could vividly remember the slow and steady way he grew more comfortable letting his hands roam while we danced. Almost everything he said that night had a double meaning, and I had been all too happy to indulge his flirting and flirt right back. I had finally felt something other than emptiness.

“It couldn’t be helped,” he says and kisses me. “You were so happy and that dress was just… Do you still have it?”

I snort. “Maybe… Why? Want me to put it on?”

I love the way he blushes at my tone. I kiss him and run my fingers through his hair.

“I love you, Cassian.”

“I love you, too, bunny.”

My phone is ringing and I can’t find it as I search for it blindly. I have to open my eyes and sit up. I find it at the foot of the bed, under my pajamas. With a groan, I go to answer it. I am surprised to see Nesta’s name on the screen but then I remember what day it is. I put her on speaker as I get dressed.

“Feyre?”

“Nesta.”

“Happy birthday,” she says and I sigh.

“Thanks.”

“Did I wake you up?”

I almost say yes, but Cassian had woken up me before he went to work and left the house late thanks to his idea of ‘wishing me a happy birthday’. I snort and pretend to cough.

“No.”

Silence. I go to the bathroom to wash up and I can hear her walking around.

“Elain said she’s taking you to breakfast.”

“Yeah, she is.”

“Did she tell you I was coming?”

“She mentioned something like that.”

Nesta sighs. “Do you think I can pick you up?”

I want to tell her that I was driving myself to meet Elain and Iliana but I recognize the hesitance in her voice.

“I have to let Val out first though.”

“Great! That gives me time to finish up.”

An hour later, I am locking the front door of the house. Nesta is parked outside, nervously tapping her fingers against the steering wheel. When I make it halfway down the driveway, Nesta gets out of the car and opens the passenger side door. She’s dressed casually for once- blue jeans and boots instead of a dress suit and heels. Her hair is down, too, straight where mine is wavy.

“Happy birthday,” she says again and gives me a tentative hug.

“Thanks, Nes.”

“Coffee?” she asks and I nod.

She drives us to the nearest Starbucks and insists I find us a seat while she orders. I answer texts while I wait, most of them from Rhysand and Elain. Aelin and Rowan sent me a ridiculous snapchat video and Lucien wrote me a long, heart felt message on an Instagram post with a bunch of pictures of us throughout the last year- except of course, one of them is of us as kids. I always hated my birthday, my parents had never really given it much importance. It was so close to Christmas and I had to wait the extra week or so to get a present. Never a party. Never anything more than a forced ‘happy birthday’. But Adela and Vinny… Those two threw me a birthday party every year until we were old enough to host our own. I remember the first year when we all met, I had not mentioned my birthday out of habit but Rhysand had told his mother and on Christmas Eve, they picked me up and took me to their house to celebrate. I still had the doll they’d bought me, tucked safely in a box in the attic.

“I don’t know you to drink anything else but this,” Nesta says and I look away from the Adela’s text to find my sister setting an iced caramel coffee before me.

“Perfect.”

Even better, she brought me cake pops. Nesta doesn’t touch her latte and instead is watching me tear into the cake pops as if I hadn’t eaten breakfast.

“Elain told me that Tamlin was at your work event,” she begins. “Are you okay? Did he say anything to you?”

With food in my mouth, I just shake my head. She waits for me to finish, to drink from my coffee.

“He kept his distance.”

She sighs.

“I feel… I should have been there.”

“His girlfriend works there, Nesta. I can’t exactly tell him to leave without reason.”

“He hurt you, that’s reason enough.”

“It’s fine. Elain was with me and you know Az and Cassian would never let him near me.”

“I know but… If I hadn’t upset you, I would have been there and I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m sorry. I had no right to speak to you that way. I didn’t give you a reason to feel comfortable telling me about Cassian or your job or anything.”

I feel my face getting warm and I take a long sip of my coffee.

“I know your birthday is terrible timing for this but I didn’t know when else you’d be okay with talking to me… I haven’t been the greatest sister. I’ve been… awful.”

“You don’t have to wait for birthdays or anything to talk to me,” I say, finding it really hard to meet her eyes. I’m used to angry, irritated Nesta. Not… this. “You know I can’t be mad at you forever.”

“And that’s the thing… You’re too forgiving Feyre.”

I laugh and roll my eyes.

“Only you would complain about that.”

“I’m not complaining… I just mean that I don’t want anyone taking advantage of that.”

“Cassian isn’t going to do that.”

“I know he isn’t.”

When I raise a brow, she sighs.

“Just because you’re another year older doesn’t mean you stop being my baby sister.”

“Even if I wanted you to kill him, you can’t go to prison, Nesta.”

She laughs. “Shut up, Feyre.”

“I think I understand,” I say which seems to surprise her. I push the other cake pop to her. “I know you have one in your bag, but have this one.”

“A peace offering?” she asks.

“More or less. But if you really want to make it up to me, buy me drinks at the club tonight.”

Nesta grimaces at this and I laugh.

“I’m kidding.”

“No, it’s not that. I can’t say anything,” she says and looks at her watch. “We should go. Elain is almost there.”

“We’re going where?” I ask, looking at my stupidly handsome boyfriend who I want to strangle. “I look like you just picked me up off the corner!”

Cassian laughs at this and when I smack his arm he laughs even more.

“You look beautiful. Though I have to admit, this is going to be torture for me.”

“Torture? You’re not the one who has to worry about their ass hanging out of their dress in front of their boyfriend’s parents!”

I’d found the dress I wore for my birthday last year. I put it on thinking we were going dancing, not having dinner with his family at some fancy ass restaurant.

“Bunny, it’ll be fine. I swear.”

I groan and Cas puts his hand over my thigh.

“We can turn around.”

“No… Just. I’ll survive.”

Everyone is dolled up when we arrive, even Nesta is there.

“Now I know why she wouldn’t buy me drinks,” I mutter and Cassian laughs.

He kisses my cheek before letting my hand go as our friends and family come to greet us. I don’t feel too bad about my dress once I see the way Elain and Mor are dressed- even Aelin in her gold romper covered in sequins. Adela and Vinny are just as affectionate as always and I have to laugh when she hands me my present before I even sit down. I sit between Cassian and Rhys- both men encouraging me to open the small box as if it were for them. Children, really.

The waiter takes our drink orders and only then do I open the present- It’s a necklace, much like the one Elain has, but instead of a blue stone, it’s red. Cassian happily puts it on me before I go and thank his parents.

Conversation is easy going and I’m surprised that Nesta has lasted this long around us. She seems… content. I eat just as much as Cassian does, and by the time my cake is carried to the table, I don’t know how the hell I’m going to eat that, too. It’s a gorgeous cake, designed to look like a mash up of Van Gogh, Dali and Degas. And the inside- it’s the mojadito cake that Adela always made for us.

I get more presents; books from Aelin and Rowan, a sketchbook with my favorite pencils from Elain and Az, a pair of heels from Mor. Iliana made me a birthday card and got me a mug that says ‘not paint water’. Then there is the set of crazy expensive markers from Rhys and Lucien and a black pajama set from Amren that I did not show everyone because once I saw the label, I knew just what kind of set it was. She gave me a devil’s smile. Cassian gets up from his chair and walks over to Adela who hands him a very large box from somewhere under the table.

“Happy birthday, bunny,” he says as he sits down with it. The table is cleared to make room for the damn thing and I stand up to unwrap it. And it’s a fucking tablet. For digital art.

“Cas…”

He shrugs as if this is no big deal. I throw my arms around him and cover his face in kisses which leaves him laughing. I smack his arm.

“I can’t believe you!”

“Do you like it?”

“Are you kidding! I’m already thinking of all the things I’m going to make with it.”

Cassian smiles and kisses me properly.

When I turn away from the newly lit candles, Cassian is standing at the entry way of the living room, rolling up the sleeves to his shirt. He has a knowing smirk on his face and I can’t help but smile.

“Music… candles… that dress. If I didn’t know any better, I would say it’s my birthday,” he says to me and I laugh.

“Well, this is my birthday and I want what I didn’t get last year.”

“And what is that?”

I walk towards him, having to look up now that I am without heels. I place my hands on his chest and undo some of the buttons of his shirt.

“I want to dance with my best friend,” I begin and run my hands down his chest and stomach before reaching for his hands. I place them on my waist.

“That’s all?” he whispers and I find myself blushing.

“No,” I reply and he raises a brow. “I don’t have to pretend I don’t feel anything for you. I get to show you just how much I want you.” I kiss him. “How much I love you.” I kiss him again.

#crack ship holidays #christmas pt 1 #the art show and feyre's bday #cassian x feyre #pure self indulgence #cuz literally no one asked for this #but i kinda want to finish it ?

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artlessictoan · 5 years ago

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*crawls out of the void to dump this and disappear again* so just a lil bday prezzie for my good ol pal @thecozycryptid... a day late. as is my usual mo. there’s still 10 mins of the day left it’s definitely not 2 days late. fuck. it was originally gonna be part of as longer story but i got a little over ambitious with it so here’s just one scene, still gonna work on the rest bc it’s a kanky bday thing but who knows when it’ll turn up kjdfhgsjhkdfg

anyway HOPE YOU ENJOY BUDDY!!

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The sounds of grunting and cracking wood floating over the wall weren’t unusual, but Kankuro was in the middle of a very good book and they weren’t helping his concentration.

Scrambling up the wall separating the training area from the garden proper, he poked his head over and glared at the girl busy pummelling a training dummy into dust. “Yo, I just repaired those, you wanna slow down so they last more than a week this time?”

He was fully prepared for her to scream at him, so when she instead jumped half a foot in the air and spun around like she was expecting an attack, he raised a brow. Yodo didn’t calm down much when she saw it was only him, just gave him that look she had whenever she was stressing about something and didn’t know whether to dare ask for help, or just run away and pretend she was above the assistance of others.

Deciding that the book wasn’t quite that interesting, he pulled the rest of his body over the wall and dropped down on the other side. “You wanna talk?” he asked, not stepping any closer, so she didn’t feel pressured and clam up as a result.

There was a moment where she could’ve gone either way, but it only lasted a few seconds. “I think I’m sick,” she mumbled; if he weren’t a shinobi, he might not have heard her.

“Sick?” Clearly it wasn’t something minor like a cold – as tough as she liked to act, she tended to become a bit of a whiny brat when she knew she could get extra attention by playing up her illness – and he hadn’t noticed anything off about her the last few days. “What kind of sick?”

Resigned to opening up to him, her cool, rough façade dropped away and she stomped over to him, flopping down on the ground and answering with her most petulant whine, “I don’t know! I was fine until I went to Konoha last week, but now I keep feelin’ really weird and hot and tingly at random times, you think I caught something while I was there?”

Ok, so she probably wasn’t that worried, the tension in his shoulders dropped a notch as he sat down next to her. “Maybe, when exactly did this start?”

“Right after I met up with Chouchou, I kinda ignored it at first ‘cause I was so excited to see her again, but it wouldn’t go away whenever we were hanging out, it sorta stopped when I got back home but now I get all sweaty and uncomfortable for no reason and I can’t figure out what’s wrong.”

“That doesn’t sound like any illness I’ve ever heard of, you sure there’s no common link, like after you’ve eaten something specific? Could be an allergy or something.”

Her face screwed up as she wracked her brain for clues, meanwhile Kankuro gave her a brief visual examination himself. She didn’t look particularly unwell, a little on the thin side but she’d always been skin and bones – several doctors had assured Gaara that it was just a result of childhood malnutrition and as long as she was eating healthily now then it was nothing to worry about – and her face was a little flushed but that could very easily just be a result of her working herself up about the whole thing.

“I think… I guess I notice it most when I’m thinking about Chouchou?” She frowned. “Kinda weird, maybe it’s just ‘cause she reminds me of Konoha which is where I first felt sick? Actually, now I’m feeling weird again, do you think she made me sick?”

The urge to slap his own face was overwhelming, but he fought through it and carefully packed away his repressed laughter deep inside, to be released later on when she was less likely to punch him for it. “Yeah, I’ve heard about this before…” He turned to fully face her, placing a comforting hand gently on her shoulder, before continuing, “I’m sorry, but the symptoms are clear, I have to diagnose you with Lovestruck Idiotitis.”

She stared blankly at him.

This time he really couldn’t hold back a snort at her painful obliviousness. “You’ve got a crush on Chouchou, kiddo.”

“Wha- no. No. I don’t- No!”

“Ok, so the feeling hot and tingly, does that get worse when you think of her? Have you been paying more attention to her appearance lately? Do you think about her more than you used to? Look for excuses to touch her?” The stunned silence and gaping mouth basically answered his questions. “Yeah, that’s what we call a crush.”

He let her have a few moments to come to terms with the crushing reality of his statement, but Yodo wouldn’t be Yodo if she didn’t fight against every uphill battle she came across.

“But that can’t be it, I’ve never had a crush on anyone before and I’ve known her for years without… feeling like this.”

“Feelings don’t happen on a schedule Yodo,” he said, dropping an arm across her shoulders and pulling her into a light hug, “you’re probably just a late bloomer, not that unusual.” He himself remembered not having much interest in relationships until he was well past twenty. Admittedly he’d had other, bigger things to be worrying about before that, like a family on the verge of collapse and a shinobi war or two, but he still remembered how it felt the first time he realised he had feelings for someone.

Pretending not to notice the very soft sniffling, he let Yodo duck out of his grip with the same performative disgust she always levelled at his attempts at comforting. “I… you’re probably right.”

“Always am.”

She scoffed and threw a wad of sand at him, he snickered and threw one back, and all was right with the world again.

“Frick, I dunno what to do now, how do I tell her? I ain’t gonna be able to hide it if I turn into a blushy mess every time I see her.”

Kankuro had seen the way that Chouchou had been looking at her best friend for many years now. “Yeah, I don’t think you’ve got anything to worry about, just be yourself.” She clearly already liked Yodo as she was anyway, no need to mess with a winning formula.

Apparently Yodo wasn’t only oblivious to her own feelings however. “No way, I’ve gotta try and win her over somehow, be really suave an’ cool or something.”

“I can help with that,” Kankuro said, a beautiful idea blooming in his head, “just give me full control of your hair and wardrobe for a day, oh and let me puppet you around too, I can make you a queen of dance.”

Another spray of sand slapped against his face. “Forget it, I’m going to ask papa for advice instead!”

Spirits help her, if she did that she really would be doomed.

She was already charging off, leaping to his feet, he chased after her, desperately screaming all the way, “Woah, woah, woah, I was just kidding! Please don’t ask Gaara he has negative amounts of game!”

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#ictoan writes #kankuro #yodo #yodocho #sand fam is best fam #naruto #hello procrastination my old friend #i blame ass creed

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mirkwoodshewolf · 5 years ago

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Classical love story; John Deacon x reader

*Author’s note*

Okay so in honor of our beloved goofball Joseph Francis Mazzello III’s birthday I have made a John deacon story that was requested to me on my wattpad. Now you can either read this as the real Disco deacy but in honor of Joey’s bday why don’t we all read it as a Joe mazzello!John deacon story. Sound good everyone? Great.

Now not really much warning except swearing, INSANE AMOUNTS OF FLUFF, a pinch of angst and above all JOHN DEACON CAUSE COME ON HE'S ADORABLE :) Also.....HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO JOE MAZZELLO THE ACTOR WHO BROUGHT DEACY TO LIFE ON SCREEN. I bet he was proud of your performance my dino boy :)

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*1971*

I close my eyes and I just let the music take me away. That’s how I’ve always done it. As I gracefully played one of my favorite compositions by Beethoven “Bagatelle No. 25” in A Minor. For as long as I can remember I’ve always just loved classical music, I guess you could say my first introduction to it was when my aunt took me out to see “The Nutcracker” ballet when they were performing at the London theatre.

And when I first heard that opening number and saw just how much music can tell a story without having any dialogue, I dove into all the classical artists. Got my first piano lessons at the age of seven and got my first scholarship at the Royal Academy of Music.

The headmistress said that with my skills, I had reminded her of another bright young student that she taught long before me, who unfortunately quit the program and the school to pursue a dream of rock and roll. I graduated with the highest grade in my class and even got Valedictorian after graduating the school.

Now after having graduated back in the Winter three months ago, I’ve been searching for jobs until I could hear back from the most elite orchestra in all of England, The Royal Philharmonic Orchestra.

By the end of the song, I opened my eyes and that’s when I heard the phone ring. I walked over and picked it up and said.

“Hello?”

‘Hope I was disturbing your concentration my darling.’ I smiled and said.

“Freddie, long time no speak.”

‘I know right, we have so much to catch up on. In fact why not we do it tonight?’

“Tonight?”

‘Yes, come down to the pub right by London University.’

“Freddie you know I—don’t do so well in pubs. With the crowds and all.”

‘For someone who wants to be a concert pianist and doesn’t like crowds…..’

“Not like that Fred I mean—the drunkards that associate with pubs. The inappropriate ones.”

‘Well no worries darling, I’ll make sure Mary stands with you the whole time. C’mon please, for all the times I’ve told you about my new band, you have yet to come watch us perform. And I thought you were my Ohana?’

I smiled softly and said.

“I hate it when you use that word against me.”

‘That’s cause I know it works. And wear something cute, but not too slutty. I’ve got a special friend that I know you’ll like. He’s our recent bassist.’

“Wait I thought you already had one?”

‘Had to let him go, he was too much of an arsehole to keep around. But I’ve got a good feeling about the one we just found last week.’

“What time do I have to be ready by?”

‘I’ll have Mary pick you up at around 6. Our performance starts at 8pm.’ I looked at my clock at saw that it was almost 4pm.

“If that works for her.”

‘It totally does darling, ohh I can’t wait to see you. We need to hang out more. You’re always so busy lately.’

“Well what about you Mr. Lead singer. When can I expect that first album you promised me?”

‘Once we are sure the four misfits that we are can connect with the audience fully and eternally throughout the entire show.’

“See you later Freddie.”

‘See you soon darling, mwah.’

“Ciao Freddie.” I hung up the phone. God that Freddie Bulsara.

Ever since Freddie and his family moved across from me and my family, the two of us have stuck together like glue. We both had a love for the piano and he’s even kinda helped me come out of my shell a bit.

He’s always there with his arms open for a warm hug, a kiss on the cheek and a shoulder to cry on should the occasion arise. When life got stressful for me, I knew I could count on Freddie no matter what, day or night.

I got showered and dressed as cute as I could according to Freddie. I went with a basic skirt and blouse along with some boots. As I was putting on the last touches of my makeup the doorbell rang and I said.

“It’s open!” It opened and soon Mary’s voice called out.

“(Y/n)?”

“In the bathroom Mary I’m just putting the last few touches of my makeup on, fill free to take a seat I’ll be out in just a second.” After applying my lip gloss, I looked myself over before turning off the lights and went over to Mary who was sitting in my living room.

“Wow look at you.”

“Freddie helped picked it out when we went to Biba shortly after meeting you. He said this outfit was made for me.”

“Well he definitely has a sense of style. That’s one of the many things I love about him.”

“Yeah, well we best get going before we’re late. And trust me Freddie will never let us live it down if we’re late for a performance.” She nodded and we both left my flat. I locked it up and we piled into Mary’s car and soon we drove off towards the pub.

After just being here for an hour, I was already starting to feel a little overwhelmed with how many people had come. Not to say I didn’t deny Freddie and his band weren’t good, but this pub looked practically packed, it was like the maximum capacity had already been filled.

“You doing alright?” Mary asked me.

“I don’t think this pub could be anymore packed than it is.”

“If you want, I can have us go backstage and we can watch the show from there. I’m sure Freddie and the boys won’t mind.”

“No I—I’ll try and toughen it out.” She rubbed my back and soon Freddie along with three other boys came up onto the stage. One that went behind the drums had long blonde hair and he was pretty handsome and easy on the eyes but he wasn’t really my type.

The one with curly hair holding a red guitar seemed like a nice guy, I especially intrigued at the SAVE THE BADGERS wristband that he wore. But the person that caught my eye as well as make my heart go BOOM was the other guitar player.

He had long brown hair that went down past his shoulders. He looked to be about my age or maybe a bit younger I don’t know. But oh was he sure handsome, and—cute at the same time. Is that even possible to be both adorable yet incredibly hot?

“Hello all you beautiful people. Seems I’ve seen a lot of you before, but I do see some new faces which is lovely, thank you all for coming to our show tonight. We’d first like to start off by introducing our new bass player; John Deacon.” John Deacon, it suits him. “So all of those who have been with us since the beginning treat him well, if not then I’ll fuck you all over and not in the good way.” Typical Freddie, that was always his go too saying, especially when I first started dating awhile back.

“I think they get the idea Fred, right so we’d like to begin with our first number. It’s called Keep yourself alive, thank you.” The curly haired guitarist said before striking his strings and when I heard that first strum, it was unlike anything I had heard come out of a guitar.

Wow, why didn’t I ever come and see Freddie and his band before? They each had a wonderful sound that I had never heard from a rock band before, not even from the Beatles or even Elton John.

Freddie owned the stage like it was his, and he made sure that everyone in the pub felt included, the guitarist skillfully fingered his guitar with every note, the drummer kept in tempo with the song and I could definitely tell that he was passionate about drumming.

And John…..god why must he be so cute when he bops his head along to the beat of each song that played, or do a little dance step on stage. And I know this sounds crazy, but I swore I thought John was looking right at me every now and then as he played his bass. I couldn’t help but blush and look down shyly.

By the end of the show, everyone was clapping and whistling loudly. I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face and Freddie said in the mic.

“Thank you my lovely darlings, we are Queen. Thank you, goodnight!” The boys then walked off the stage. Mary grabbed my arm and gestured me to follow her. We walked out of the pub and into the university corridors before heading out to the back.

“Freddie!” she greeted.

“Hello my love.” Freddie turned and said as he smiled widely at his girlfriend. The two of them kissed and he picked her up and spun her around making Mary giggle.

“Freddie, Freddie put me down!” she laughed which caused Freddie to chuckle.

“And you, my lovely darling.” Freddie said to me. I smiled and the two of us embraced each other. He picked me up and swung me side to side.

“You guys were amazing!” I praised. “And you were incredible.”

“Well I had to give my bestest friend a show she’d never forget.”

“So this is the (y/n) you were telling us about?” the curly haired guitarist said. We turned towards them and Freddie said.

“Yes, my darlings this is my most dearest and closest friend since childhood, (y/n) (l/n).”

“Wait a minute, didn’t you once perform at the London opera house last year?” asked the guitarist.

“Yeah. I was chosen to be the pianist for the live orchestra performance of Figaro.”

“So you—like classical music?” asked the drummer. I nodded. “So—why come here to a rock concert?”

“Rog don’t be a bastard!” hissed the guitarist lowly. He turned to me and he said, “What Roger was trying to say is that….we thought a classical musician like yourself wouldn’t like Rock and roll.”

“Well while most of the people I perform with always talk bad about rock and roll. I actually find it quite enjoyable. In fact Freddie here got me into David Bowie and I’ve just found rock and roll enjoyable ever since. I just love to hear the sounds of a guitar and if struck the right way, it almost sounds like it’s singing.”

“Wow, so you did notice? Oh where are my manners, I’m Brian May.” He said as he held out his hand and I shook it. “You know Roger of course.”

“I hope you really didn’t take it offensive love.” Roger said to me.

“None taken. I’ve dealt with Freddie for years and I’ve heard worse taunts and teases from him. You’ve got quite an ear for the drums and—was I going crazy or did I see you tighten your drums after a few of your songs?”

“You actually caught that?”

“Yeah. I—never knew you could do that to a drum.”

“I would be happy to show you sometime if you’d like.”

“Watch it Taylor. Just because you and I are roommates, doesn’t mean you get dibs on my bestie.” Freddie warned as he held me protectively. “And last but not least, the man I wanted you to meet, our new bassist. Deacy.” Wait I thought his name was John?

“I—actually prefer John.” He muttered.

“No John just sounds so boring, especially after what I saw out of you on stage. So from now on I dub thee Deacy.”

“Well I…..”

“Freddie I think it’s a little early for nicknames.”

“Oh come off it, you know I love giving people new names, right bunny?” I blushed heavily and sneered lowly.

“Why must you call me that in front of people?!”

“Because it’s adorable. Just like you.” He bopped my nose as he said ‘you’. “Right now this calls for a celebration, drinks all around. Roger’s buying tonight my darlings!”

“Oi hold on a second Fred!” As everyone walked off, John and I stayed behind and I shyly looked at him.

God he was even more handsomer up close. He had a great profile, but the thing that caught my attention were his eyes. I cant pinpoint what color they were exactly but—they were beautiful.

“Freddie can always be a bit eccentric, I hope he hasn’t scared you away already.”

“Not really. I—I think I’ll stick around. He definitely has a vision for this band.”

“I know already he likes you already. Your bass playing was definitely what they needed. And he’s told me about all the other bass players before who were either so egotistical it made them arseholes, or they just sucked once they got on stage.” John looked at me and the two of us just stared at each other before we smiled shyly.

Wow this was so awkward, why am I like this? Why is my heart beating so fast, I just met John.

“Then I’m glad I went with the audition.” We both smiled at each other then before we could say anything else, Freddie came up and said.

“Oi you two done snogging each other or what?” the two of us heavily blushed and I squeaked out towards him.

“Get your mind out of the gutter you rotter!”

“Then either get your little bums in here or hop in the back of the van, because you two are immediately radiating sexual tension!” I chased after Freddie and he ran off screaming.

*John’s POV*

Is it wrong for me to say that I’m turned on by her strength? I mean Freddie’s told us so much about this friend of his but when I saw her it—it was like everything else in the world vanished except for her. The second I saw her from up on stage, I almost forgot how to play on stage, but I didn’t want the boys to get pissed at me.

But every now and then throughout the performance, I would look right at her just to admire her beauty. Now getting to talk to her, she was just so adorable, and the fact that Freddie calls her bunny I could see why he called her that.

Much like a bunny she was adorable with those beautiful (e/c) eyes of hers that just glowed.

I followed behind her and tried to think of a better conversation, god I can’t believe I made a complete ass of myself in front of her.

*My POV*

Throughout the rest of the night, I got to know Freddie’s bandmates better. Like I was told that Brian is studying astrophysics and that he and his dad both built his guitar from scratch.

“You know Roger’s a dentist.” John told me.

“A dentist?”

“I was never a dentist.” Roger pointed out.

“He’s a dentist.” John teased towards Brian.

“He’s a dentist.” Brian agreed. I giggled softly as I sipped my strawberry margarita.

“So John, what do you study?” I asked.

“I’m still in school over at Chelsey studying electrical engineering.”

“Really?” I asked bewildered. He nodded. “Wow I mean I may be smart but not that smart. Is it hard?”

“Some things are difficult. It’s just a whole bunch of words meshed together as you read them, it’s once you get down to the real hard work that it becomes easier. I’m—actually currently in the process of making my own amp for my bass.”

“Really? That’s incredible.” I said in awe.

“Thank you (y/n).” we both smiled at each other and the two of us had our own private conversation while the others kept talking amongst each other.

I got to really know John extremely well that night. I learned about his family, how long he had been playing bass, and what type of music he likes to listen to. I also told him some facts about me, like when I got into classical music, what kind of Rock and roll artists and bands I liked, a bit about my family and my big dream of being in the Philharmonics.

By the end of the night as Freddie offered to drive me home, John piped in and said.

“Actually Freddie, if I could—I could take her home.” Freddie looked at him skeptically but there was a hint of mischief in his eyes.

“Are you sure it isn’t for another reason Deacy darling?” he teased.

“No I-I-I was just…..”

“Lay off Freddie! Besides Mary looks like she’s about to pass out. You should get her home before someone else offers.” I said to him gesturing to a drowsy Mary who was leaning against Freddie’s shoulder.

“Alright, but if you guys do the deed tonight just be sure to use protection.”

“Okay we’re going now!” I exclaimed as I stood up and John followed behind me.

We went in John’s car and I told him where to turn in order to get to my flat.

“Again I apologize for Freddie’s bluntness. He just says what he wants and doesn’t think about it.”

“Guess that’s another thing I’ll have to get used to huh?”

“Yeah.”

“Well I admire him for that. To be honest, I’m kinda jealous that he can speak so freely. All my life I’ve just stayed quiet and let people speak for me.”

“But I have noticed you do have some hidden sass in you. If you don’t mind me pointing that out.”

“I don’t mind.” Sadly we reached my flat and as I turned to get out, he got out of the car as well and came over to open my door. “I hope you also don’t mind if I walk you to your door. Just, to make sure you get there safely in case you’re still a little woozy.”

“Thank you.” I said. As we walked towards my door, I guess I must’ve been more wasted than I thought because next thing I knew, the tip of my sandal got caught along the curb and I went flying forward but it wasn’t until John caught me in his arms.

I placed my hands on his biceps and—goddamn they were…..something.

“You okay?” he asked me.

“Sorry.”

“For what? Tripping? You had no control of that. But aren’t you glad I came to walk you to your door instead of waiting in the car?” I hummed a nod. We soon arrived at my door and I unlocked it.

“Thank you again John. And it was wonderful to meet you. I—hope we can hang out again soon?”

“I’d like that.” He said with such a warm smile, it sent shivers up my spine and made my stress fade away. He then surprised me by taking a strand of my hair and tucked it behind my ear.

I felt my heart stop as his finger softly grazed across my temple and the tip of my ear. I could feel the slight calloused feel of his fingertips, and the two of us stared into each other’s eyes.

“Deacy.” I whispered. It took a second for me to process that I had called him by the nickname Freddie had given him and I said embarrassedly, “I—I’m sorry John I didn’t mean it, it-it just slipped out. I won’t call you that if you…..”

“Actually it—it has a nice ring when you say it.” I looked up at him surprised.

“Really?”

“Yeah I—I wouldn’t mind if you called me that.” I softly smiled and said.

“Well, thanks again for—for walking me to my door. And it was great to finally meet you.” He took my hand and did another surprising thing. He lifted my hand and kissed the back of it and he said.

“It was great getting to know you too, bunny.” I blushed at the nickname but it gave me this warm feeling when he said it. I fiddled with my door handle before finally opening it and bid him one final goodnight before slowly closing the door behind me.

I leaned against my door and sighed blissfully as my heart almost felt like it wanted to explode. He actually kissed my hand! Oh my god he kissed my hand! God I can still feel the tingles from that kiss. His lips were so soft.

Well I guess there’s no doubting it even though I want to, especially since we just met tonight. I am infatuated with my best friend’s bass player John Deacon.

Months passed and I began to get really close with John. In fact the two of us have become practically best friends with each other even though I’m a few years older than him, it didn’t bother us. But sometimes I do wish we could be more than that, but my damn shyness and introverted attitude just stands in the way.

We’ve already established a good friendship, what if I screw it up by admitting that I love him? I’d lose him. So I kept my feelings for him buried as deep as I could. And I did find a perfect distraction for that.

You see just three weeks ago the auditions for the Philharmonics finally happened and I had been practicing for so long for years to hope for the chance to perform with them. They said they would contact me soon with a letter and so every day since the audition I have been pacing with worry.

“If you keep pacing around like that, you’ll create a rut in your home.” Deacy teased. I stuck my tongue at him and sat down on my couch.

“It’s been three weeks Deacy and there hasn’t been a single letter from them. Why haven’t they reached out to me?” He set down some tools (my refrigerator has been a bit of the fritz and when I told him about it, he offered to take a look at it and offered to do it for free. So who can say no to that).

“I know you’re stressed (y/n), believe me I know how hard you’ve worked for that audition. I’ve caught you using some of our studio time to practice. You’re incredibly talented, I’ve never seen anyone strike the piano keys that way when it comes to classical music.” I smiled and leaned my head against his shoulder and that’s when I saw some mail fall through my mall slot.

We looked to each other and I walked over and gathered up everything. Gas bill, cable bill, water bill, my monthly magazine prescription, oh my god—From the London Philharmonics. I tossed the mail aside save for that one letter.

“Is it from them?” he asked. I spoke not a word but quickly ripped the envelope up and unfolded the letter inside. I read it over as quick as I could trying to get to the bolded part of whether I got in or not.

My heart at that moment became lead.

“(Y/n)?” I vaguely heard John say. I collapsed to my knees and John knelt down in front of me. I saw him take the letter that had fallen to the floor and as soon as he read it, he looked at me with sad empathy. “Oh love I’m so sorry. Come here.” He wrapped his arms around me but I just felt numb.

Tears formed in my eyes and I let them out one by one. At first it was just a trickle, then it formed into a soft whimper, until finally I just broke down. I gripped onto Deacy like he was my lifeline and he not once released me or forced me to separate from him. Instead he held on tighter and rubbed my back in soothing circles.

I don’t know how long I cried for, must’ve felt like hours till I finally stopped crying and just sniffled against Deacy’s shoulder. As he rubbed my back, he gently rocked me from side to side in a gentle manner like I was a baby again.

“I’m sorry.” I choked out silently.

“No, you have no reason to be sorry. They are nothing but upper class arseholes. They wouldn’t know a good pianist if it bit them in the balls.” I sobbed out a laugh and sniffled.

“Oh god now I’ve gone and stained your shirt.”

“Oh this old thing don’t worry about it. That’ll wash off. I’m more concerned about you right now.” At hearing that I’ll admit it did make my lead heart feel a bit lighter than it did reading my rejection letter.

“It’s just—I hate you seeing me like this. I don’t like it when people see me cry.” He leaned his forehead against mine and rubbed my arms soothingly.

“Well…..if you don’t want me to see you cry, then maybe I should make you laugh instead.” At hearing him say that, I acted fast. I stood up as fast as I could and tried to run but he came right up on me and playfully tackled me onto my loveseat and began tickling me along my ribs and sides.

I immediately was taken over by shrieks and laughs. God why was he such a skilled tickler? Was it because of his years of bass playing? Whatever the case he was a sadistic tickler and he knew it. Ever since I one night worked myself to complete stress that my back was killing me.

Deacy offered to give me a massage to help put me at ease. Of course he was shy about the sudden offer he had said but I told him I accepted. As he began with my shoulders, he lightly stroked across my shoulder blades which kinda tickled and ever since then he’s secretly exploited my weakness whenever it’s just us two together.

“Nohahaha…..Deacy stohahahap!”

“I don’t think I want to. Not until I know for sure you’re happy and forget about that letter.” I kept trying to push him off but he had me pinned right between him and the loveseat.

“Okahahay…..okahahahay! I’m Hahahahahappy! I’m haphahahahppphehehee!!” he then stopped at my request leaving me breathless. We both looked at each other and he stroked a wild strand away from my face. My heart was fluttering as he just stared down at me.

“(Y/n)…..”

“(Y/n) my darling! Have you……oh well.” We were both horrified to see not only Freddie standing at my doorway, but also Brian and Roger too. “If you want we can come back later dearies.”

“No! It—it’s not like that at all!” Deacy said as he quickly got off of me and I adjusted myself.

“We—we were just…..” I tried to explain but Roger interrupted.

“No, no, no you don’t need to explain. We’ve had a feeling this was going to happen. Now Bri and Fred owe me 10 quid.”

“Oh my god nothing happened here!” Deacy snapped.

“So what exactly was going on here?” quirked Brian. At that point I grew solemn again. Deacy turned to me and asked me through his eyes if it was okay.

“I’d gotten a response from the Philharmonics…..”

“You did? Oh darling that’s fantastic!! When do you start performing with them. My darlings this cause for a celebration. Brian get the wine that’s in the car. Rog, her wine glasses are kept on the second top shelf over her oven.” Freddie suddenly jumped to conclusions.

“Freddie stop!” Deacy hissed. At hearing his tone, all three boys were stunned. I sighed heavily and I told them.

“I didn’t make it.” At hearing that, Freddie’s eyes widened with horror.

“What the fuck!?”

“(Y/n) we’re—we’re so sorry love.” Brian said as he came over and wrapped an arm around me in a comforting one armed hug.

“How could they not pick you!? You were the only reason why I give classical music a chance. Why would they not pick you!?” shouted Roger.

“Right that’s it. Rog get in the car we’re gonna throw some stones right through the windows of the Philharmonics hall.”

“I’ll drive Fred.”

“Nobody’s going anywhere.” Brian emphasized towards my two hysterical queens.

“Please guys I—I don’t want to even think about this anymore.”

“And we’ll respect that love. Won’t we Fred? Rog?” the two of them whined out exasperated but agreed.

“My darling forget about them. Clearly you were so good, they were threatened by you. You deserve better than them.” Freddie said as he came up and embraced me and rubbed my back.

“Thanks for trying Fred. But—what am I gonna do now? I’ve done all this work for nothing. I mean I knew there would be a slim chance, but after achieving so many scholarships and graduating Valedictorian of my class, it—feels like I’ve done countless of hours of practicing for nothing.”

“You’ll find something (n/n). Until then we’re here for you. Aren’t we darlings?” Freddie said to the boys.

“Absolutely.” Said Brian with a comforting pat.

“Without a doubt. And if you need me to bury some bodies, I’ll happily oblige.” Said Roger.

“Rog.” Lectured Brian. It was then I felt Deacy’s hand take mine and he gave me a soft smile, telling me his answer.

“You guys are the best group of friends a girl could ask for.” They all huddled around me trapping me in a loving and tender group hug.

*John’s POV*

As I leaned my head against hers, Freddie and Rog weren’t the only ones who wanted to go up to the Philharmonics and raise hell on them. (Y/n) is so gifted and incredibly talented, that I can’t understand why they wouldn’t take her.

But I knew that’s not what she needed right now, what she needed was us, but I hope she’ll want just me to hold her and assure her of her incredible talent every day for the rest of her life.

That she’ll make it big one day and she can rub it in the Philharmonics faces that she got famous without them, and that they will forever be known as the group who lost (Y/n) (l/n).

We stayed in her flat and just had a small, casual hangout filled with junk food, take outs, booze, and desserts by the mile. By around nightfall she had passed out on the couch from all the wine she had drank. Still slightly sober, I stroked the hair out of her face and slowly picked her up without trying to wake her up.

I took her down the hall toward her room and set her down on the bed. I figured it’d be inappropriate for me to remove her clothing without her consent, so I chose not to do it. But I tucked her in and prepared her a glass of water as well as found some medicine for her to take come morning for her hangover.

“You have got it bad Deacy dear.” I looked up to see Freddie leaning against her doorway.

“You’re drunk Fred.”

“I may be drunk…..but at least I’m not in denial. Unlike you two.”

“What are you talking about?”

“In all my years of knowing the darling, never have I seen her so invested with you. She’s told me you know. How much she loved you.” Part of me wanted to just think it was Fred messing with me like he always does, that the beer and wine was making him say this. But then again—there was some hope in me that wanted to think that (y/n) loved me the way I loved her.

I looked down at her and brushed some strands of hair out of her face and couldn’t help but stroke her soft cheek with my thumb. She stirred tiredly but leaned against my hand and even clung onto my arm.

“Just tell her how you feel and put us all out of our misery. Cause honestly Rog and I are sick and tired of the fucking pining.”

“Why can’t you just keep your busy-body nose out of this?” I said annoyed.

“Fine, but I’m not giving up till you both grow a pair and finally admit your feelings for each other. You’re simply meant to be. You’re her lobster.”

“Go to sleep Fred you’re talking rubbish.”

“Again I may be rubbish, but I’m not in denial.”

“Goodnight Freddie.” I said as I walked up to him and gently shoved him aside so that I could quietly close (y/n)’s bedroom door. I walked back over to her and couldn’t help but stroke her cheek again.

God what I wouldn’t give to fall asleep with her every night, and to wake up to her every morning. Seeing her first and last part of the day, that would be the perfect heaven for me. I lay down beside her but I didn’t get under the covers, just so she wouldn’t be freaked out come morning.

I stroked her cheek and she moaned tiredly and what she did next stunned me. She scooted closer to me till her head was resting over my chest. I almost wanted to move her but the second her arms wrapped around me, I knew I didn’t want to. I stroked down her head and whispered to her.

“You’re talented love. And—so beautiful. Goodnight (y/n). I—I love you (y/n).” with a kiss to the crown of her head, I fell asleep holding her in my arms.

*My POV*

It had been about three months since my rejection letter. Of course I’ll mention the next morning after my ‘cheer up party’ when I woke up to see me sleeping on Deacy, I won’t deny that I was shocked that I had actually forced him to stay with me. But he assured me that it was alright and that he was happy to provide some comfort to me in my sleep drunk stage.

And I don’t know how he knew about it, but Freddie’s constantly teased me about it. He says he’s determined to let us see the light and finally admit our feelings to each other, but I think he’s just full with a bunch of bullshit.

No matter how much I want to admit my feelings, I just have this feeling Deacy won’t reciprocate my feelings.

That was until I received a message from Freddie telling me that he’d like to meet up for lunch as compensation for being a pain these past few months. Figuring I’d get a free meal out of this, especially since Queen’s first album has been doing good on the charts and they are currently in negotiations with a record label.

I met with Freddie his place only to find that answering the door was Deacy.

“(Y/n) what….what are you….I-I mean not that I’m not happy to see you but…..”

“It’s okay Deacy. Freddie told me that he was willing to make up for his constant harassing of our ‘ordeal’ and buy me lunch. What about you? What brings you here to Fred’s”

“Actually he invited me here for the very same reason.” Oh that son of a bitch! “Think this could be another scheme of his?”

“Quite possibly, you know Freddie.”

“Ahh (y/n) darling you made it! Come on we have a special lunch cooking in the kitchen.” Freddie said as he pulled me into his flat and directed me and Deacy towards a table that was set up like what you would see in a fancy restaurant.

However instead of a white tablecloth it was a white bedsheet, instead of a grand candle set, it was two scented candles from the Yankee candle shop, with a bottle of wine set up.

“Have a seat my darlings.”

“But the table’s set for two.” I said.

“I know.” He grinned. Deacy and I looked at each other nervously and turned away blushing. Since we were trapped, I took the first step and scooted one of the chairs out. But before I could scoot my chair back in, Deacy came up and ever the gentleman that he is, scooted my chair in.

“Thanks Deacy.” He smiled bashfully and nodded before taking his seat opposite of me.

“Good afternoon madam and monsieur. I am Roger Taylor and I shall be your sommelier today. No wise cracks please.” He spoke the last part towards Deacy who merely held his hands up in surrender.

“And in the kitchen is chief Brian May preparing a delightful Italian dish for you both.” Freddie said as he set down the wine glasses in front of Deacy and I.

Roger poured us a thing of Sangria wine and they walked towards the kitchen. I fiddled around with my hands that sat in my lap and Deacy said.

“I can’t believe they would resort to this.” I’ll admit that kinda stung a little. Was he—offended that he had to do this with me? “I—I don’t mean to offend you (y/n), I hope you don’t think that. I’m only referring to this bizarre delusion Freddie is under.”

“Oh yeah it—I mean he can live in his own fantasy world most of the time. Mad as a hatter I used to call him.” Soon Fred came in with a plate of pasta.

“Here we are my darlings.” He set the plate down along with a basket of bread.

“Uhh Fred, there’s only one plate.” Deacy said.

“Oh is there? Silly me. Sorry my dears that was the only clean plate we had. Someone forgot to do the dishes this week.” Freddie said speaking towards Roger. Roger cut his finger along his throat telling him to shut it. “But I hope you enjoy it either way my lovelies.”

The two of them turned away but that wasn’t until Fred stopped and said.

“Oh silly me, Rog. Mood music please.” Roger grinned and went over to the vinyl record player and turned it on and soon Elton John’s voice began playing. I blushed heavily and I saw Deacy look at Roger with a deadly look and I think he even flipped them off, but of course Fred and Rog didn’t take it seriously and just walked away.

“I mean…..it’d—be a shame if we just let this pasta go to waste.” He did nod in agreement and we both shyly scooted towards each other and we each took a bite of the pasta. Oh my god this was soo good! I never knew Bri was such a good cook.

We continued to eat the pasta and occasionally look at each other as the beautiful voice of Elton John continued to echo through the room. I took a few strands of pasta and put it in my mouth. However I felt my head slowly drifting right and in a split second I found myself kissing the corner of Deacy’s lips.

My heart sped up and I quickly turned away from him feeling my face burning up like it was on fire. I was probably redder than a tomato or even an apple at this point.

“I-I-I-I-I’m so sorry Deacy I….I-I didn’t mean to it just sorta….” But I was stopped when I felt Deacy gently cup the side of my face and press his lips to mine. I was frozen in shock as I felt his soft lips against mine. He separated but then realized what he had done.

“Oh shit I’m sorry. I’m sorry I shouldn’t have done that! (Y/n) I-I’d never…..” but I stopped him by kissing him again.

The two of us soon fell under the spell of the kiss as I ran my fingers through his long auburn brown hair and I felt him wrap his arm around my waist pulling me closer toward him. My brain went fuzzy and all I could focus on was Deacy’s kiss.

It was then Elton’s song Tiny Dancer came through the vinyl and as we separated from each other he asked me.

“Would you care to dance?”

“I—I don’t know how. I’ve got two left feet.”

“I can teach you, better yet I’ll let you stand on my feet.” He stood up and held his hand out to me and he said, “Do you trust me?” I looked up at him and softly whispered as I took his hand.

“Yes.” He helped me stand up and we found an open space in Freddie’s flat. He slowly wrapped his arm around my waist and kept hold of my hand with the other. And just as he promised, he allowed me to stand up on his feet. “You sure I’m not too heavy?”

“You couldn’t be any lighter if you tried. Just keep your eyes locked with mine okay?” I nodded and soon the two of us began swaying. “(Y/n)….”

“Deacy I—” we both spoke in unison. I chuckled awkwardly and said. “You go first.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah you spoke up first.”

“(Y/n) I—I haven’t been completely honest with you.” I looked at him confused. “I—I don’t want us to be friends anymore. Because….ever since Freddie brought you to see us on my first night with the band I’ve…..I’ve felt more around you. I—get this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach, my heart just—escalates to almost wanting to jump out of my chest.”

“Deacy I…..is it—sad to say that I feel the same way?”

“No not at all.” He said as he tucked a strand of hair away from my face. I shyly smiled and lowered my head. He softly chuckled and said. “Now I see why Freddie calls you bunny.”

“Why?”

“I’ve noticed that whenever you turn away all shy, especially when I tuck your hair behind your ear. You nose slightly twitches much like a bunny’s nose.” I groaned embarrassedly and hid into his shoulder.

I heard him chuckle as he wrapped his arms around me and I felt one of his hands stroke down my hair. I felt him kiss the top of my head and he whispered in my ear.

“Don’t be embarrassed love, it’s cute. Just like you.” I nuzzled further into his embrace and wrapped my arms around him as the two of us continued to sway. We looked at each other before finally leaning close to each other, our noses softly grazing against one another making me smile before finally our lips touched each other’s.

*Freddie’s POV*

FINALLY!!! About fucking time they admitted it to each other. I wish I had a camera right now because this was like a scene out of a movie. The two lovebirds finally admitted their feelings for each other, and sharing that magical long awaited kiss.

I know Deacy will take such good care of my darling (y/n). The two of them were destined to be together, as I said. They’re each other’s lobsters and they’ll always be that way.

I also look forward to the day they have children so that I can be named godfather and rub it in Roger’s face for the rest of eternity.

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2020.....

Wow, it’s been almost TWO years since I've posted anything on here. I’ve thought about it from time to time, but never sat to actually say anything. I just looked at my last two posts....so funny. This is why I'll probably always keep this....just to look back, see where I was, who I was.

But back to 2020 bc HONESTLY this year is the one to go. down. in the mother. fucking. books.

2019 was literally the best year of my life. It was the year I did the most traveling, the year I made the most money...it was like, perfect until the end. I went to Puerto Rico and St Thomas....Atlanta, Boston of course, MARTHA’S VINEYARD FINALLY and even though I've been there 100 times, this was the absolute best. Of course having Dameo was a plus, getting to show him my childhood summers, but Unc let me use the Mercedes which I legit fell in love with, we met Danny Glover which was crazy, I got the brass ring on my first try lol, and we had a lot of good food. LA, was amazing, I miss it so much....NY.....I feel like I’m missing a city, oh yes, dc! That was a fun drunk night.

Late November for Britt’s bday we all went out and that was the first time I was ever real life drunk around his fam, but it was so much fun. The next week....nana passed. It was sad, weird....I hadn’t lost someone in a really long time, and I was there to see some of her last lucid moments. We definitely got closer over the last two years or so since I visited her a good amount, and it made me more sad than I thought. I’m glad I got to have those moments with her, it was cool to get a grandmother again. Made me miss nanny a lot though...

A few weeks later, we found out I was pregnant! It was planned, we were excited although tbh I was kind of freaking out. A baby??? Like a whole ass human? No more weed, liquor, or runny eggs??? HOW SWAY! I don’t think I was ready yet, and a few weeks after that, RIGHT before Christmas, RIGHT before we were going to tell the family, I had a miscarriage. Goodness, I really wasn’t ready for that, at all. Obviously it’s common, but I never thought I’d have one....I was healthy, in a healthy relationship....happy....how the hell did this happen? Unfortunately we already told our moms at that time, partially to help cheer ang, and I knew my mom would be hype as well. I knew it was early, but I told some close friends as well. The pain I felt from that, I just didn't really expect. It was, really sad....I delayed our trip to Boston twice because I really just couldn’t bring myself to leave the bed and sit on a train for 6 hours. I almost canceled altogether but KNOWING NOW THAT THE FUCKING WORLD WAS GOING TO SHUT DOWN, I'm really glad we still went. It was reassuring to get my hugs from my mom, cry it out with her, and see the fam. Except Kendall was such a douche that visit *rolls eyes*. I did get to go see the friends pop up which LEGIT made my whole holiday. As such a huge fan, it was AMAZING, simply, amazing, and I got to enjoy it with my two older cousins and of course, the Dame.

So that brings us to the new year of 2020. 2020 the year I think EVERYONE thought was going to be amazing, and maybe it will be. Maybe everything that’s going on albeit sad, overwhelming, insane....is in fact the year we all really needed. The Amazon was on fire, forever and as someone who truly cares about global warming that was super stressful. We almost had WWIII thanks to good old Trump, but boy oh boy....that was just the tip of the iceberg. A few weeks later AGAIN, I call my dr telling them I still haven’t gotten my period, my boobs hurt, and wtf is going on? She tells me to take another pregnancy test, which I thought was a joke because I JUST had a miscarriage weeks before, and yes we had sex, but we were ‘careful’. COME TO FIND OUT, my ass is pregnant again. I was, very confused...a little upset because I was planning on waiting a bit before trying for real again. I mean we just dealt with so much loss between nana and the miscarriage, I hadn’t even fully processed what my body just went through. I remember angrily buying the test because, those shits aren’t cheap.....peeing with the door open with Dame downstairs, (not at ALL romantic like the first time I told him) and looking down like....wait. “WHAT THE FUCK” about 3 times was said, I explained to dame this indeed does say I’m pregnant, but how??

30 minutes later, the world finds out Kobe Bryant died. There were a lot of emotions that day for sure. Even though I wasn’t a die hard Kobe fan or anything, for some reason this one really made me sad. Maybe because I was currently listening to a book his personal coach wrote; relentless....which is REALLY fucking good.

A week later, I'm confirmed via bloodwork that I am indeed pregnant and it’s time for take two! I didn't get excited until I passed my first trimester, just in case...but now at almost 26 weeks, I’m really excited to meet her. My babygirl! It’s still wild to know I’m about to be a mom, but I’m really pumped for both of us and I know we’ll make great parents.

Ah yes, the mid march, covid 19 hits America. I was supposed to go on a three city tour to the west coast which I was very much looking forward to, before the world stopped. In fact, it was that very weekend, right after we had our ultrasound, the first and only visit Dame was allowed to come in, that everything stopped. A week or so later, a mid level of depression kicked in for me, which lasted about a month. I couldn’t believe that after WEEKS of puking and being dead ass tired, I was finally ready to work again, but I was Essentially unemployed. The west coast gig was a cute check, I had multiple events coming up that got canceled....weddings that got postponed, and all I could think about was I’m about to have a kid with no money. I went almost two entire months without making ANY money....luckily unemployment kicked in and I got a couple of grants I applied for because I really don’t know what I would’ve done. My mom of course was in my corner, and Dame would start working from home, but still fully employed so at least we wouldn’t be homeless. I knew there were hundreds of thousands of people in my boat, if not worse but I couldn’t help but be consumed with not making any money, and my 2020 year essentially being wiped out.

Again, this was supposed to be MY year. Be a parent, make a lot of money, and I felt like I just fell flat on my face, in mud, and was suffocating.

America’s approach to covid was trash, more and more people died...I was worried about my mom and aunts as they're older and more susceptible. This is the longest I've gone without seeing my mom, but thanks to technology! We literally FaceTime every day.

I almost forgot! Red literally almost died. He got attacked by a pit that lives up the street and it was one of the scariest things I ever dealt with. We just came back from a cute little drive, it was absolutely beautiful out, and I just remember parking, letting him out for a walk, looking at a dog running but I couldn’t tell if it was on a leash or not. I then realized nope, this bitch is not on a leash, crossing the street, and watching it whip its head at me and red and sprinting across the street to attack him. I was absolutely terrified. My baby red, is literally getting mangled by a fucking pit by the neck. I’m also pregnant and scared the pit is going to attack me, that my stress is going to cause another miscarriage, and that I’m probably going to watch red die in front of my eyes. I completely blacked out on the woman who was sloppily running to get her dog off of him. Had it been a minute more, max, he would’ve been dead. I still picture it sometimes and it legit makes me so sad, but luckily he pulled through after about a week of healing, and a huge bloody abscess that needed to be drained.

THEN about a month ago now, George Floyd was killed on tape by a cop and it changed the world. Between Breonna Taylor, and Ahmaud Abery dying and being cooped up for months in the house, major cities went up in flames, literally. It was a revolution that Is still happening which has caused corporate America to shove ‘black lives matter’ down our throats like black people just popped up, shown privileged ass white people who refuse to try and understand, racist fucks that just hate us so much....and the list goes on.

That’s been our year so far! and it about to get shut down again because because aren't taking covid seriously.

Pregnancy has been really interesting though....not at all like what they show on tv and the movies. I’ve been emotional as hell crying over my body changing....constipated af to the point where I now celebrate any time I shit, hella uncomfortable....but I know when we see her face it will indeed all be worth it. Doing this back to back though like Dame envisions....I don’t know man lol. We shall see. She's due in about 3.5 months. Check in before then....

Tdot, out.

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