#one time we went and sat on the old stage for an hour or so just because and i took a couple pics and it was nice and quiet and relaxed

[autumnhobbit]

kind of sad they’re actually putting stuff in our local mall

[ccsainzleclerc5516]

Daddy’s Competition

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x reader

Warnings: smutish

Based on this request

Lately, your two-year-old son Kai, has been working extra hard to get your attention. He's reached a stage where he's been very moody, he gets bored of everything very quickly, only few things can entertain him and all he wants is for you to carry him around and give him your full attention.

Since Lewis is away for work more often than he is at home, although he tries to be with you as much as possible, you feel sorry for Kai because you know he misses his daddy, so you give in to all his wants and needs. Considering that Kai and you are together 24 hours a day, he's become very attached to you and very clingy.

Lewis was finally home for the weekend and Saturday morning started a little differently than it would have before. Kai ran into your room at 7 in the morning and crawled into your bed. He woke you up to start your new everyday morning routine which included cuddles in the bed, then going into the kitchen to make some breakfast, eat and then cuddle some more in front of the TV. The two of you quietly sneaked out of the bed so that you don't wake up Lewis who was very tired from last night's flight.

But Lewis, no matter how tired he is, always knows when you're not next to him in bed. He can feel it even before he opens his eyes. When he heard Kai's little voice coming from the kitchen, he headed over there to find you.

"What are you two doing up so early in the morning, hm?" Lewis mumbled with his raspy morning voice.

You were holding Kai on your hip while standing behind the kitchen island and making some breakfast for him.

Lewis approached you and hugged the two of you from behind burying his head between you.

"Just making some breakfast for this early bird" You smiled pecking Lewis' lips. "Good morning, baby"

"Why is mommy holding you? You're a big boy, buddy." Lewis commented knowing that Kai wasn't as easy to carry as he looked. Lewis often grumbled that your back would hurt if you kept carrying him around on your hip all the time so he took him from you into his arms making him whine for the loss of contact with you.

"Baby, it's okay, do you want daddy to turn on cartoons for you until breakfast is ready?" You asked and he nodded leaning his head against Lewis' chest. Lewis sat him on the couch and turned on some cartoons for him, and soon returned to you in the kitchen.

"Do you want some breakfast, Lew?" You asked when he entered the kitchen.

"I'm used to a different kind of breakfast on Saturday mornings when I'm home." He smirked squeezing your hips and placing a kiss against your neck making you tickle.

"Lew.." You chuckled. "Kai has been getting up very early lately so we put together our little morning routine."

"Oh yeah? Can I be a part of that too?" He asked.

"Only if you are ready to spend half the morning cuddling and playing with blocks and toy cars."

"I think I could get used to that too."

And that was exactly how the morning went, the three of you together. Lewis took you both in his arms and cuddled you saying how much he loved you and missed you. Kai was trying to tell him about the new car his grandfather bought him, saying how it looked just like his daddy's race car.

"Yeah, buddy? Do you want to drive a car like daddy one day?"

"Y-yeah, I do." Kai nodded.

"Oh, no no no" You shook your head. "He's not gonna be a racing driver. There's absolutely no chance" You stated.

"What? Why not?" Lewis asked.

"Because” You paused for a moment. “I fear enough every weekend when you get into that car, let alone our son getting into it one day. It's just..no."

"Baby..you know that every time I get into that car I know very well that you and Kai are waiting for me at home."

"I know..I just don't want him to like it..I really don't." You confess your worries to Lewis with visible fear in your eyes that Lewis is quick to notice.

"I will never pressure him into it, nor will I ever force him to follow in my footsteps. It's really up to him, whatever he decides he wants to do one day, I'll support him." Lewis says honestly trying to reassure you. "But that's still many, many years away, so we'll leave that for another time, yeah?" He pulls your face to his and presses his lips against yours into a long kiss to Kai's displeasure.

"Hey! No, no kiss mommy" With a frown on his face, Kai starts pulling Lewis' hand so that he would let go of you and make some space between you.

"Excuse me?" Lewis raises his eyebrows at him as he watches Kai snuggle into your arms. "Am I not allowed to kiss mommy anymore?"

"No, that my mommy" He says making you laugh as Lewis puts his hands up in disbelief.

"Man..you can't have anything in this house anymore."

The next morning started with you waking up quite early on your own so you took the opportunity to hit an early morning shower before starting another day filled with activities.

But when you got out of the hot shower, wrapped yourself in a towel and stood in front of the mirror to do your skincare routine, you were soon hugged from behind by Lewis's strong arms that pulled you into him.

"Hi, baby" He said nuzzling his head into your neck.

"Morning, handsome. Did you sleep well?"

"Mhm"

His hands started roaming your body under the towel and you felt his morning problem poke you in the back as he pressed himself harder against you.

"Someone's in the mood" You moaned as he started grinding against your covered ass. "Ah"

He pulled the towel off you letting it fall down to the floor and started placing kisses over your bare shoulder. "Daddy needs some love too" He murmured against your skin.

One thing led to another and soon he was positioning his hard member at your entrance. You let out a long and loud moan as he entered you from behind. You gripped the edge of the sink while he gave you some time to get used to the feeling of him inside you. He wrapped his arms around your waist tightly, leaving a trail of soothing kisses down your spine.

"You ready, baby?" He asked. You nodded your head closing your eyes as Lewis began moving in and out of you. You turned into a whimpering mess as Lewis pulled you up so that you're closer to him. One of his arms was still wrapped around your waist while the other was placed around your neck.

"Open your eyes, baby. Look at yourself. Look how pretty you are taking me from behind"

You barely managed to open your eyes, and when you did the sight of the two of you in the mirror in front of you, the sight of him thrusting into you instantly made you clench around him.

"Such a good girl" He whispered.

But your hot, long awaited, moment of passion was soon cut short when you heard Kai's crying through the closed door.

The feeling quickly passed you, but Lewis didn't stop pounding into you which made you put your hand against his thigh to stop him. "Lew, I-I need to see what's going on-ah"

"No..baby, I'm about to come, shit.." He whined trying to get you to stay. You could barely resist staying considering the amount of sexual tension you both have built up for weeks, waiting for a chance to be released. He almost cried out when you pushed him out of you, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to replace you with his hand.

You quickly picked up the towel off the floor and wrapped it around you again before rushing out of the bathroom to Kai's room leaving Lewis' to deal with his problem alone.

"Baby, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" You asked picking him up from his bed. He leaned his head on your shoulder as he continued to cry.

"A montew.." He sobbed.

"A monster? Oh, baby, there's no monster. You just had a bad dream" You comforted him by kissing his head and rubbing his back.

Once you were able to finally calm him down, you carried him to your room and got into bed with him. You started telling him about what you were going to do today and where you were going to go, so you could take his mind off the bad dream. Kai's mood instantly changed and he started laughing forgetting all about the monster, and right in that moment Lewis came out of the bathroom.

"What's going on you guys?" He asked getting under covers as well.

"Oh, he just had a bad dream, that's all. Now we're all good, right?" You said making Kai nod. "Mommy made sure that the monster didn't bother Kai anymore."

"I'm starting to get jealous of this man right here, let me tell you that" Lewis joked pinching Kai's nose. "You're gonna make me have to compete for mommy with you, aren't you, mister?"

"Yes siw, yes siw" Kai squealed jumping up and down on the bed between the two of you.

"Get your ass over here" Lewis pulled him into his arms and started tickling him, to which Kai could hardly catch his breath from how hard he was laughing.

You just lied there on the side with a smile on your face and warmth around your heart as you watched your boys enjoy their time together. You couldn't be more proud to call them yours.

[meganelixabethh]

I know I won’t get it- but I want Sunrise on the Reaping to be about Effie Trinket- it would be such a good book!!! All we really know is that the book starts on the 50th reaping and that it’s a look at propaganda. We also know our girl Suzanne only writes when she has something to say- and what better time to make the Effie Trinket Point than now?

Don’t get me wrong- I love to read the fanfics of Effie being disenfranchised from the top of the first book and helping the rebels every step of the way- I live for it- but I also don’t think it’s reality for the canon. Effie Trinket is a character with grey morality at best in the first book. No she’s not organising the games, or planning them, she’s not the iron fist that forces the children to comply nor is she the driving force behind the tradition- hell if she didn’t do it someone else would, right? But she picks the names. She chooses to be close to it. She isn’t as horrified as she should be

SHE. IS. COMPLICIT.

But if you asked her- if you sat her down and said heart of hearts, do you care about these children? She would say yes. She has a complete mental disconnect between the harm she is causing and the compassion she feels for the people being harmed. This is a direct comparison to the modern approach to harm. Just look at Palestine.

I also don’t believe Effie saw anything wrong with the games until one very specific moment. She looked at the glass ball at the 75th reaping and saw a single piece of paper, and she thought ‘this isn’t chance. This isn’t a game. This is a choice and I don’t want to pick up that slip of paper’. I whole heartedly believe it took an emotional closeness to the person being harmed to make her realise all those people were just the same as her- EXACTLY LIKE WE DO IN THE WEST.

Further details under the cut. TW for death, implied SA and pregnancy loss.

So the book starts with the 50th reaping- Effie is between 6 and 16 depending on how old you think she is. I personally think she’s about 8-10. I also think this is the first games where she’s really gotten involved in and is interested in the whole thing from start to finish. She watches the reapings and is absolutely enraptured with Haymitch from the moment he gets on stage- full on little girl crush mode. She follows the whole game and is so happy when he wins. This is the summer she decides she wants to work in the games. She follows the games every summer, gets a glamorous games job in the Capitol when she graduates (I think she went to uni tbh our girl is smart) and then became an escort.

When she’s offered 12 she’s annoyed- after all she’s the darling of the games circuit and she’s put her time in- but 12 is the only job going and if she wants the promotion she needs to take it. She thinks fondly of Haymitch’s games though. She no longer has her little girl crush on him, but she assumes the drunkenness must be an act for the Capitol, some kind of play. When she gets to 12 she realises it’s not. She sees how broken he is. She sees that this destroyed him and she just… doesn’t get it. She develops a fondness for him, still completely believing in the games, and they work together happily enough as far as she’s concerned. She starts dragging him out of bed and shoving him into nice clothes to make the district look good at first, but then she does it because she thinks it might be the only time he has anyone making sure he looks after himself. She is genuinely sad when their tributes die every year. She cries in her room at night after they go, and Haymitch can hear her through the wall when he’s sober enough.

Then the 74th happen. She loves Katniss and Peeta- I fully believe that. She likes them from the beginning, she agrees they have a chance, and when she’s not trying for sponsors, her and Haymitch sit in silence in the penthouse, watching and watching and watching. She grips his hand tightly for hours at a time, eyes almost unblinking and fixed on the screen, knees drawn up to her chest. It’s the first time he sees her as human, and she almost breaks his knuckles during the finale with the mutts. The moment they win, she lets out a breath she didn’t realise she was holding and went to celebrate her first victors. She deliberately turned her face away from the horror because it was easier to not feel the breadth of it. She does exactly what we did to Ukraine. What we continue to do to Palestine.

To be completely clear- she still thinks the games are right through all of this. When she comes back for the victory tour she still thinks this is all fantastic. That mental disconnect is still there. But then eleven happens. If I’m remembering right she gets blood on her and is freaking out about her dress but I would like to see that from her side. I want to see that an innocent man was shot through the head so close to her, his blood and brains splattered across her dress and her skin. I want to see her freak out and everyone assume it’s about the dress but it’s actually about the fact she saw the light leave his eyes. This is the night she goes to Haymitch. She asks him for a drink and she asks him if he thought the man felt it. He isn’t kind to her. He asks her if she ever wondered if the kids felt it? If he felt it? This is the first time they sleep together. She doesn’t spend the night in his cabin. Their physical relationship continues but nothing else changes.

Then the quarter quell- she’s upset when Snow announces the rules. She feels hard done by but also scared for Katniss, Peeta and Haymitch. She understands that she’s avoiding the issue in her mind but she clings to the idea that the games are good so she doesn’t have to face up to the horror she helped meter out. It’s that glass reaping ball that does it. That glass ball with a single slip of paper in that breaks the back of her indoctrination. It all falls on top of her all at once. Her sobs after the bloodbath, alone in her room, the desperation she felt, not just for Katniss and Peeta to live, but for her to not have to watch them die, the man in eleven, the quarter quell, Hatmitch’s sharp words, the drink she craved after she saw it, the smile she plastered on, Haymitch’s hand gripped tightly in hers, the most genuine connection she’s felt in years and oh god are you supposed to be this fucking tired when you’re only 35? She looks at that paper and she is almost incandescent with rage. She loves Katniss and she doesn’t want to be the one who says her name. She doesn’t want to do this anymore. She doesn’t want this life. She doesn’t want the games to happen at all. She’s done.

But now she’s afraid. She’s seen avoxes, she knows what happens to rebels and she’s not quite brave enough to say anything to Haymitch other than veiled comments. She’s not sure he agrees with her and he’s not sure it wasn’t an accidental turn of phrase. The moment the arena blows out she’s dragged away in handcuffs. The prison is harrowing. What little hair she has is shaved off and she spends hours having questions thrown at her that she doesn’t have the answers to. She’s beaten, electrocuted and starved. Her bones are broken, they pull a few of her teeth out and some of the things they do are so awful she can’t even bring herself to think about it inside her own head. She doesn’t feel brave. She doesn’t have the answers to give them and she’s not sure she wouldn’t tell them if she did. She’s too Capitol for the rebels and too district for the Capitol. She’s not rescued, she’s released at the end of the war. Well, ‘released’ is a strong word. The guards unlock all the doors and tell them they have been pardoned and then walk out. She drags herself outside, clutching the walls and collapses in the courtyard as a humanitarian aid worker rushes over.

She spends the first tumultuous month sedated in a hospital bed, blissfully unaware of Coin’s assassination and the last games. When she comes to, Haymitch is sat at her bedside, looking haggard and tired. She looks better than she did on the floor of the courtyard, but not by much. When he sees her open her eyes he smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. He apologises for not managing to get her out. She knows she should be cross with him, but she can’t find the energy to blame him. They’ve both wasted so much time already. She pushes herself up shakily and wraps her atrophied arms around his neck, telling him that it doesn’t matter, that he’s here now. When he lowers her back down, she asks immediately after Katniss and Peeta. He tells her what happened in as painless terms as he can find, and when he’s done, she can barely keep her eyes open, tears tracking silently down her hollowed cheeks. He gently kisses her on the forehead and says he’ll be back tomorrow. It takes her a long, long time to recover.

She finds out the rest of what happened while she was imprisoned and hospitalised in dribs and drabs. Some from him, some from news, some from conversations she overhears. It takes months and months before she tells him, in halting sentences, when happened in the prison. She doesn’t tell him everything. Some things are too awful to know. They’ve not resumed their physical relationship, but they feel inexplicably drawn to one another, and in a fit of impulsivity, he invites her to come to 12 when he leaves and she does. He doesn’t ask a lot of questions, but she does tell him, eventually, all the things that led to her renouncing the games just before the rebellion. He admits to her the doctor told him she was pregnant when they found her, but miscarried while she was asleep. She can’t get out of bed for days afterwards and he brings her food and water until she’s ready to get up again. She’s glad he knows in a way. She’s glad she never had to tell him what they did to her in there.

The next summer rolls around, and Effie is finally well enough to walk up to the woods outside the district and spends all day picking wildflowers. She ties them into attractive arrangements just like her mother taught her, using brown string instead of satin ribbons. Haymitch is in the newly built square when she arrives with her flowers. She lays them all gently on the ground, one for each child she reaped, including Prim. Haymitch walks over to her as she bows her head, slipping her hand into his. She says she’s sorry, he says ‘I know sweetheart’ and the book ends there

I know we aren’t going to get this, it’s not even a possibility but a girl can dream.

[holdmytesseract]

Hello dearest friend! I got a little drabble idea for Baby Fever! Loki & his little family for the 2k sleepover 😁

Narfi as a baby having a clingy/separation anxiety stage with both of his parents, but Y/N and Loki are busy with tasks at home. Ella hears Narfi crying and she goes into the room to get him out of the crib to play with him and he stops crying. Maybe when Loki and Y/N are done with their tasks, they join their babies or watch through the baby monitor to see Ella and Narfi playing together 💕🥹

Inspired by this: https://www.instagram.com/reel/CwW4mLMo1ru/?igsh=ZGFqYjdtbDZndHo1

The Best Big Sister

Ella & Narfi

Warnings: fluff... so much fluff!

Word Count: drabble

a/n: Henlo, friend! Thank you SO much for this utterly sweet request! I had SO much fun writing it! 🥹💖

Day 3 of the Campfire Sleepover - let's go! 🏕

Ella was just leaving her room and happily jumping down the hallway - on her way to get another slice of Scott's blueberry pie, when she heard the soft cries and whimpers of her baby brother; coming undoubtedly from his nursery across her parents bedroom. The six-year-old girl frowned and looked around for her father or mother, but none of them was even in sight. So, Ella placed her plate on the floor beside her door and tiptoed over to Narfi's room.

Gently opening the door, she peaked inside. The nightlight, which was once hers casted a beautifully warm light throughout the whole darkened room. Then her blue eyes landed on the crib. Little Narfi stood on his small feet; one tiny hand holding onto the wooden bars, while the other rubbed his teary eyes. Thick tears ran down his cheeks; small raven curls completely dishevelled.

The young boy couldn't form much words yet, but Ella could clearly identify his cries... Mama and Dada.

What the girl didn't know, was that Narfi currently went through a clingy anxiety stage with both his parents - but that was the last thing Ella thought of. All she wanted was to help her baby brother. So, she approached the crib.

"Narfi..." She spoke gently, while sliding the little stool over and stepped on it. "Don't cry." Without hesitation, Ella reached over and lifted her younger brother out of the crib and held him, just like Loki had showed her. "I know I'm not mommy or daddy, but... I'm still here for you. You're my baby brother." She sat down on the fluffy carpet with Narfi still whimpering in her lap. But when she started to talk to him, his big ruby eyes settled on her and his cries stopped.

"You know, you are just here, because I wished for you. I asked mommy and daddy for a sibling and they really said yes." Ella kept on talking; gently cuddling Narfi against her. "I am your big sister, Narfi and I will always be here for you." The little boy still stared up at her with wide eyes; seemingly stunned and fascinated. But Ella had an idea...

"You don't have to be afraid," the girl whispered and shape-shifted into her Jotun form. "See?" She smiled; taking his smaller hand into hers. Narfi still looked up at his sister; ruby eyes meeting ruby eyes - and suddenly he smiled brightly, causing Ella to smile as well. She made it.

Across the apartment, you and Loki were standing in the kitchen; together cleaning up the dishes from dinner. Neither you nor Loki had the time to pay much attention to the baby monitor, but after about an hour kicked your motherly instincts in; knowing very well that Narfi was in a clingy anxiety stage. You frowned; drying your hands.

"Everything alright, love?" Loki asked immediately; seeing your frown. "Yeah, I'm just... suspicious. Narfi didn't even cry once in three hours... We both know that he usually always does at the moment." You walked over to the table, on which the baby monitor stood - and noticed to your sheer horror, that the monitor was off.

"Shit, babe, we forgot to switch the baby monitor on!" Loki's eyes widened. "I beg your pardon, we did what?" Wordlessly, you showed your husband the switched off device. You exchanged a horrified look and both immediately stormed off to Narfi's room...

Arrived at the door, you and Loki stopped dead in your movement, as you noticed that the door was ajar. I closed it, the god thought; was certain.

You exchanged another look, before peaking through the gap - and seeing one of the sweetest things ever; almost causing your ovaries to explode...

Your daughter sat on the fluffy carpet, your baby boy cradled in her arms. She was gently rocking and speaking to him; tickling him from time to time and making him coo and giggle.

You instinctively reached for Loki's arm; squeezing it tight, as if to say: Do you see what I see?!

Of course, Loki did. And if you'd look into his eyes in that very moment, you'd see the tears of happiness and endless love gathering in them. The scene unfolding in front of him touched the god deeply.

Not to startle either of your kids, you gently knocked, took Loki's hand and stepped inside. Ella's eyes immediately snapped up and met yours. "Hey mommy and daddy," she whispered and put a finger on her lips. "I think Narfi is about to sleep in, shhh." Both, you and Loki quietly joined your son and daughter; sat down on the soft carpet beside her. Loki immediately wrapped an arm around his princess.

"Did you look after your brother?" Ella nodded. "I wanted to get another slice of uncle Scott's cake, when I heard Narfi's cries, but didn't see you or daddy. So, I went to help him."

You pressed a kiss on the crown of her head. "Thank you, sweetie. You did wonderfully." Her eyes lit up and she smiled. "Really?"

Loki nodded. "Yes, princess. You are such a great big sister." Ella giggled happily; eyes shining brightly.

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[avaf00rd]

With my best friend

Caitlin Foord x Reader

Warnings : slight mention of anxiety, break up

Summary : in which lifelong Best friends slowly come to senses about their close connection to their number one person.

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2011

“hi I’m y/n” you said to a shorter girl who looked just as nervous as you.

“Yeah I know. They said your name before”

“Oh yeah of course” you said pulling your hand away as you had it out to shake. Pretty formal for 17 year olds. She then grabbed your hand from my side back up again and shook it “Caitlin”

You smiled as you both focused you attention onto the information evening of the Matilda’s new squad members.

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2011

“Caitlin you did it I flipping knew it!” You squealed to your roommate. She was starting for Australia, for the first time of her career and you couldn’t have been prouder.

“And I get to start with you!” She squealed as you both jumped around your hotel room.

You two were both in New Zealand when you were called about you both starting together. You made your debut last week, coming on in the last 5 minutes. But Caitlin would make her debut starting.

The game the next day: you managed to receive a pass from Clare as you ran up the field. You felt no one too close on you but you spotted Caitlin completely open just close enough to the goal, possibly not even close enough to you. You still passed to her just near the goal, a pretty impressive pass, as she sent a header straight into the back of the net. Slipping just past the keepers hands. She yelled in excitement as you jumped straight into your best friends arms.

“You did it cait!” You screamed holding her face in your hands before the rest of your Australian teammates jumped onto the two of you, causing you to collapse.

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2020 (quite the time jump ngl)

“Hey you” you felt arms wrap around your sweaty neck. It was your girlfriend Ona. You had just beaten her Spanish team 2-1 in your match tonight. You celebrated with your respected team after your win while ona had a chat with hers. After signing shirts and posters and doing your laps around the stadium. You were standing around with Macca, Caitlin and Alanna before your girlfriend greeted all of you.

You turned around to give her a big hug, wrapping your arms tightly around her neck. “Proud of you” she whispered as she kissed your cheek.

“Even more proud of you”

She smiled at you before you both turned back around to your three best friends “hey guys” ona said before hugging all of them.

Caitlin’s POV

Ona seemed brilliant for y/n. I don’t see her smile that much than when she’s with her. But there’s just something about her, something sour that turns me off about when she’s with y/n.

I hugged her lightly, smiling. Knowing how much this meant for y/n. Seeing us get along with her. I’ve seen Ona put stress on y/n, it’s from the long distance. Some nights in our hotel room she has been teary about how difficult it gets. I think it’s that that is bugging me.

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2021

“So fucking stupid” y/n sobbed into Alannas arms as we were in her hotel room. At another camp.

The long distance no longer worked for ona and my best friend. “Like it’s like all that trying and effort for the long distance wasn’t even worth it!” She exclaimed into Alan as shoulder.

“Oh Sweet Girl it was I promise it was” alanna soothed to her.

I did feel terrible. The couple had been together since when they met at Barca in 2018. And everyone loved them together. My heart ached at y/ns state. Soaking Alannas top, while Mac ran her hands through her hair. I said some words to her as I sat close to her.

After about 4 hours of room service, and 2 marvel movies. Y/n and me saw the other two girls out. As I shut the door, y/n pulled me close into a bone crushing hug. I wrapped my arms around her torso.

“Thank you for that. Love you” she said before pulling away and hopping into the shower.

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July 2021

Y/n’s pov

I gripped tightly onto Caitlin’s hand as the plane went through multiple stages of turbulence over the last hour. For the past 10 years, you had always held her hands during bumpy travel together. It just soothed your plane anxiety.

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The final whistle blew as you fell to your knees. Hands covering your face. It was the semi finals, you had made it. And you went down 1-0 to Sweden. Tears slowly tried to fall out of your eyes. As you quickly brushed them away. Once finding yourself again moments later and standing up. You hugged some of the Swedish girls and then embraced Sam in a tight hug. Both showing how proud of each other you were. When in Sam’s arms, you looked over her shoulder to find your best friend standing by herself looking up to the sky in disbelief. You let yourself out of Sam’s arms before smiling at her then jogging over to Caitlin. She didn’t notice you at first as you pulled her towards you to giver her a huge hugger. Her head hung low on your shoulder, “I’m proud of you. And for that goal” you whispered.

“Thanks” she said holding you tighter. It was slightly disappointing. You were so close to reaching that gold medal, but just slipped before the last step.

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The very short plane back to London was soothing. A smooth trip with sleepy girls. So it was very relaxing. Caitlin very quickly fell asleep in her seat next to you. She slept with her mouth hung open which made you giggle. You quickly snapped a photo before posting it to your close friends instagram story. You found yourself in your camera roll looking at the photo just taken. Then the suggestions of Caitlin box came up under the photo. You clicked on it as the photos app took you to all of the photos of you and Caitlin. From as long as you remembered. You smiled remembering the memories. She really has been the glue to your whole life.

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A/N

Ok so there is no romance between Caitlin and reader in this. But there be part 2 super soon so hold your nickers.

Luv yall💗💗

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     Publicly dating as an idol wasn’t safe. Companies didn’t like endorsing their idols dating or even if they could, they worried about what their fan base would say. So everything was hidden.

     Rarely get to see your partner with busy schedules and maybe get an hour or so to talk to them. Bless award shows though. Getting the whole industry together in one place, watching all their performances, and supporting them when they won their awards. 

     The fun part was trying to sneak glances at your partner. And sneaking away from the eyes of fans. 

     Y/n and Jeongin sat at their separate tables with their groups. Chatting away with their groups but Y/n could feel the occasional glare of his eyes on her. Eventually, she had to go back with her group to change to performance clothes. Jeongin's group followed not long after, just before hers went on to get ready for their performance. Just passing by them to the dressing rooms as they were going to wait for cue. The groups greeted each other as they passed by, Jeongin and Y/n’s eyes lingering on each other a bit longer than the others.

     Jeongin managed to find a piece of paper after the makeup artist finished fixing his makeup and he got changed. He wrote a little note for his girlfriend to meet him at a closed area he had found while wondering while waiting to get ready. Hiding it and watching the last bit of their performance and congratulating them on a good job. Listening to the host as they caught their breaths. Jeongin slipped Y/n the little piece of paper right before they left the side stage and they got ready to go on.

     Y/n went with her group and grabbed a snack and water. She peaked at the note and let her members know she was going to go to the bathroom and take a walk around to cool off before the awards. Promising to be back in time. Y/n followed the instructions her boyfriend had written down to the little spot and waited around. Listening to the distant sounds of the beat then the fans clapping. 

     A few minutes later she heard footsteps. Y/n peaked around the corner to see her boyfriend, sweaty from his performance. 

     “Innie!” Y/n whisper-yelled at him 

     Jeongin made it around the corner and pinned her back against the wall with a smile.

     “Hi bun,” Jeongin said

     “Hi, bub.”

     Y/n pulled him in for a kiss, his hands auto-moving to hold her hips as he pressed her against the wall. 

     “Looked so good on your stage,” he mumbled against her lips

     “We have to go back soon, In.”

     “Quickie?” He asked 

     “Please, need you.”

     Y/n grabbed the hair at the nape of his neck as his hands pushed up her skirt. Grabbing the top hem of her safety shorts while she moved to unbutton his pants, both finding some difficulty with the complexity of their stage outfits but managing to work around it and get to where they wanted to be. 

     Jeongin had pushed her safety shorts down and ran two fingers between her folds. “This wet just from kissing?” he teased

     “Tease me later,” She wrapped her hand around his cock and pumped him before he turned her around and kissed the side of her neck. 

     “You sure you don’t want prep?” he asked, pressing his hips into her ass

      “We’ve gone without prep before In, I’ll be fine,” Y/n assured him 

     “Alright bun.”

     Y/n braced herself against the wall and her boyfriend lined up at her entrance, gently pushing in the tip before he grabbed her hands that were braced against the wall and laced their fingers together. 

     Y/n gripped his fingers as he stretched her open. Jeongin took to whispering soft phrases into her ear like he always did when they had their little rendezvous at shows. Slowly pushing till he was balls deep. One hand left hers and went between her legs. Nimble fingers finding her clit and rubbing it slowly to help her. 

     “Innie, move,” Y/n whined after just sitting inside wasn’t enough. 

     Jeongin pulled out and slowly pushed back in. Well aware of where they were, they had an echo. Keeping his pressure on her clit as he rocked into her. 

     Both doing their best to keep their voice down in case anyone was walking by. Gradually all sense of dignity disappeared and the thought of getting caught seemed to spur the male on. Hips and fingers started to move at a rapid speed that caught his girlfriend off guard. 

     Y/n had to slap her free hand over her mouth to stop any noise from coming out as Jeongin groaned in her ear, turning her on more. 

      Her walls contracted around him as he kept stimulating her. He had a great habit of if he couldn’t prep her then be made damn sure he came— even with prep he made sure she came when he was inside her too. 

     “‘M close Innie,” Y/n whimpered

     “Me too bun. Gonna let Innie fill you up before we go back on stage?” 

     “Yes, please, In. Fill up your bunny.”

     “Stuff you full so it’s leaking out of you. Let everyone know you're my bunny.”

     Hearing his voice so low and what he was saying triggered her orgasm. The knot inside her snapped and her release coated his cock. Jeongin pulled back from her clit and continued fucking her through her orgasm. Only stopping when he finally came and covered her walls in white. Both relaxed into each other and the wall for a few moments before fixing themselves. Trying to make it look like they didn’t just get fucked. 

     “Come over later?” Y/n asked as she wrapped her arms around him

     “Already miss me?” he teased

     “Always miss you.” Y/n smiled before pecking his lips, “Awards are soon.”

     “Come on. I’ll come over to your dorm later.” Jeongin said as he peeled her off the wall and walked with her back to their groups. 

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[hollywoodroses]

Do You Want a Record Deal?

You have just been promoted at elecktra records but you haven’t signed a band or artist yet. what you discover one summer night is something that will change everyone’s life forever

a re-writing of the dirt netflix film where motley crue was actually discovered by a woman

warnings: course language, fingering, oral - female receiving, slight fem!slash

It was a nice warm summer evening in los angeles and you were checking out the night-life after grabbing a hot dog from a street vendor.

After a few minutes you came across a night club with a large line outside. You stopped to look at the sign and it read: ‘motley crue, tonite’ you even saw the time of the show so you decided to walk to the front of the line to see if you could get in without a ticket.

“Hi, Cheryl Goldberg I just got promoted a elecktra records.” You explained to the buff security guard while struggling to show your business card.

“Back of the line.” the security guard responded while ignoring you.

“No, you don’t understand I am a record executive. I mean, I haven’t signed any bands yet….”

“Back of the line, bitch!”

You were shocked as the security guard slapped your hand and your hot dog fell to the ground. You shrugged your shoulders and walked to the back of the line.

——

It had been an hour since you waited but that didn’t bother you because the night was still young. Finally after a few moments the line started to move and soon enough you were at the front showing your I.D.

Once you entered you saw a big crowd near the front of the stage but you wanted to stay in the back just to observe everything. In five minutes the lights went low and you heard over the intercom:

‘Ladies & Gentlemen, from Los Angeles Mötley Crüe!’

As you heard the introduction, you saw four men walk onto the stage and start the show. You heard the beginning of a drum beat and as the song started playing you were not surprised that the crowd went wild, especially the women in the room.

While enjoying the concert, you wanted to talk to the audience members around you. You started a casual conversation with a guy standing beside you.

“so how long has this band been together?” you asked the twenty-something year old.

“Where have you been, girlfriend? Motley Crue is the talk of the town. Sooner or later this band is going to get a record deal.”

A thought suddenly came to your mind, you can be the one to give this band their record deal.

You couldn’t wait for the show to be over to share your idea with the boys.

——

You knew the bands who performed would go to the rainbow bar and grill after the show for drinks and an early breakfast.

While sitting at a booth a far distance from the band, you were drinking a cold coffee and thinking of what to say to them.

Once you had the courage to make a move, you left your seat and walked to where the boys were sitting.

“Hey, great show out there you really rocked.” you told the group

“Who are you?” the bassist asked with a confused look on his face.

You introduced yourself as you sat beside him, “Cheryl Goldberg, elecktra records I think if we work together we can create something really great...”

As you got comfortable in your seat, you suddenly felt a hand undo the zipper of your jeans. You thought you were imagining it as it was 3am and you had been awake for many hours, working. Once the mysterious hand got your jeans and underwear down you felt a finger rub your clit. You kind of giggled and tried to limit a moan. You noticed the band members smiling at you but also ignored it as you felt like you might be high. When you felt something wet replace the fingers, you jumped out of your seat.

“Hey, hey!” you yelled in shock.

An unnamed woman poked her head from under the table, “what, not your style? I swing both ways.” she told you, you couldn’t believe she was being serious.

Yes, you did kiss a girl at a party once but this was over the top for you.

“No, thank you” you replied.

“Well, if you are interested here is my number”. She gave you a piece of paper and you put it in your pocket not thinking too much of it.

the lead singer laughed when you blushed, “don’t worry, girl we don’t judge.”

When everyone at the table laughed you noticed one member of the group with a serious expression, he looked older than the others like he was too old for the cheeky fun and games. You brushed it off, took back your seat and got down to business.

“As I was saying, I am from elecktra records. So do you want a record deal?”

The boys were speechless and you were worried that you made the mistake of approaching them.

“What do you think?” You heard one of them say.

You smiled and knew you won them over.

“Elecktra records signed us with a five album deal and the party was just beginning.” voice over

end

[sierrrraaawwwwwcgtcvh]

Velvet x GN!Reader

Warnings: mentions of stalking and having a g¥n

Relationship: Romantic

—

You chased after Velvet as she ran off of stage mere moments ago.

—

You were backstage, watching. You saw her lock eyes with someone before her face turned into one of horror. She had ran off stage immediately after a song had ended leaving the audience in confusion.

"Velvet! Wait.. up!" You panted, out of breath as you ran after the girl. She ran into her dressing room, kicking the door open. 

She left the door open for you as you walked inside and shut it. "What happened out there? Did you see someone?" You watched as she tensed up at the word 'someone.'

"Baby?" You tried to get her attention as she walked over to her vanity and sat down on the chair in front of it. 

"Shut up!" She snapped as she grabbed a hair brush and gripped it so hard you could see her hand begin to shake. "I-I'm sorry.. I just.." She sighed as she let go of the brush. The brush falling to the floor with a clattering sound. "Baby.. it's okay." You walked over to her and sat next to her. Her seat could hold only two people. 

She wrapped her arms around you. "I saw someone, from my past. I just got scared and I didn't know what to do." She leaned her head on your shoulder. 

"Who was it?" You asked, leaning your head against hers. 

"It was an old stalker of mine.. I thought they went away after Veneer and I moved but I guess I was wrong.."

"A stalker?.. I'm sorry you had to go through that.." You wrapped your arms around her slowly, to not startle her. 

"It's okay. It's not your fault anyway.. Oh, I should probably get back on stage." she sighed. 

"Let's go together yeah? Well.. obviously I won't go on stage but I'll be with you at all times." You smiled. 

"Yeah.. let's do that." She smiled as the both of you got up.  She kissed your cheek as you giggled.

Just then, the door bursted open to show a person in a black hoodie. 

"You're going to be with me, Velvet! We'll have soo.. much fun together!" The person laughed like a manic as they walked over to the two of you. You stood in front of Velvet with an arm outstretched to protect her as you reached into your pocket. 

WHERES MY GUN!? You internally screamed as the person stepped closer.

"Oh? You really thin- gk!" The person fell to the floor, groaning. You heard a buzzing sound as you looked at the person, to the owner of whatever was buzzing. A taser you assumed?

Velvet was hiding behind you. You looked up and saw Veneer with a tazer. 

"Oh, so you two are together?" Veneer stared at the both of you with a death glare as he saw the purple lipstick on your cheek. "Well, congratulations you two. However, we do have a concert to continue. But.. it'll be postponed for.. obvious reasons." Veneer stepped on the person that was on the floor as he walked in. The person groaned at that.

"Security!" Veneer shouted as two people rushed in. They wore suits..? "Take this man out of here, and postpone the concert for an hour!" Veneer barked orders at the two men and they immediately got to work, dragging the person on the floor out of the room. 

"You okay, sis?" Veneer asked. Velvet got from behind me and walked over to her brother. 

"Yeah, just a little shaken up is all. I can't believe he was even here! Didn't he get sent to prison?" Velvet groaned as she sat down on a couch. 

"Y'know the prison he was at is very easy to escape.. I figured he'd show up sometime soon but I didn't think he'd show up today." Veneer sighed as he sat next to his sister. 

"Umm.. Why didn't they send him to a prison with higher security?" You asked, joining the two on the couch. You sat in the middle of the couch.

"No idea." Veneer shook his head.

"Oh well, doesn't matter anyway. After this, he'll most likely go to a new and better prison." Velvet wrapped an arm around your waist. "Thank you for trying to protect me." 

"Ah- You're welcome! I don't know where my gun is though.." You leaned your head on Velvet's shoulder.

"You had a gun!?" Veneer shouted.

[buck-tick-stash]

2024/10/19, 一周忌

This is personal and I ramble a lot. You have been warned.

After nearly 12 hours of sleep, I cleaned up my home, set out some tea, shochu, dried sweets, roses, and a symbolic offering all for Acchan. I burned my best candle and incense, and rang my orin.

Unlike during past anniversary markers, I prayed nothing aloud but sat with only the silence and his image. I waited for the incense to burn away as I looked through the 2023 Genshou photobook and FT110 record of The Ceremony.

2023 Genshou was easier to watch than I expected it to be. I still went through a good portion of my tissue box, but there was much of it I could watch calmly and even more I could smile at, with or without tears. Much of the show was better than I remember, in part because I had a nosebleed seat. However, I can't deny how the boys know how to have fun on stage. It gave me some reassurance for the coming months.

Sorry no good screenshots of the boys this time. My focus was entirely on taking it in.

After that, I left a rose and message on the band's site for Acchan.

Somewhere in Takasaki, there's an intimate group dressed in black and meeting for dinner. In Fujioka, a group of fans are doing the same. I can't afford a trip out east right now, so I've observed rites alone.

But it's the observation that's important.

I've been seeing a lot of comments on the international side like, "I can't believe it's been a year." But I can, easily. You don't miss the days going by when you make a point to pray for his soul every week for seven weeks in a row, or for his happiness and peace in heaven every month on the day. You don't miss where it falls on the calendar when it comes after Issay's and is followed by Heath, Cayce, Reita. Every month is heavy.

I keep reminding myself that there are babes being born destined to be the next great people, both influential and kind. They are growing up, right now. You might pass them on the street or take the same bus. An interaction you might have with them might influence how quickly they do or don't become their best selves, and that's one reason why it's so important to be kind. Of course, they don't have to become greats to be worthy of kindness. We ought to be kind because the world is in such a deficit of it. We ought to be kind because it's the only hope we have of making the world better.

But it's so hard to feel that connection to strangers, to potentials who haven't yet touched your life the way the deceased already have. You can only really see what you've lost, and feel the pain of it. And so those observances become so important, not only to mark the calendar, but to have the right, the space, and the intention to grieve and process that loss. Outside of those times, we get on with the work of living. Hopefully, we do so a bit softer.

The first anniversary marks the end of the mourning period. I'm sure there will be times when I cry again. Sorrow is an old friend. But I do look forward to the future. We are one month and a day from getting a taste of the band's next sound. I don't expect to hear Acchan's voice, but I have no doubt he will be there still.

The Parade goes on.

[cemeteryspider]

Ballet on the Bayou Pt. 3

Alastor x Ballerina! Reader

Summary: After the accident on stage Alastor invites her to stay at his home.

Trigger Warnings: Injury, emotional distress, mention of Alastor's (ahem) activities

Word Count: 1055

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Alastor was made to stay in the waiting room as they set your ankle to the best of their ability and put it in plaster of Paris so it would heal. Even then, they said it would be a long way to being able to walk again. Feebly he brought up the subject of dance, but their silence spoke volumes.

He waited until your ankle had been set into place before he went home to check on his mother, who by this time would be worrying about him.

While he was there he grabbed one of his mother's old skirts and a sweater from their house. Alastor explained the situation to his mother who, as the loving woman she was, told him to offer you a place at their home. She also told him she would have dinner ready for when he returned.

When he got back to the hospital, you were sitting up in the hospital bed happily talking to staff. It seemed like a far departure from how you were mere hours ago.

A nurse pulled him over to the side and calmly explained that you were on pain medicine. He knew that you would be out of it for at least a few more hours.

A simple nod was all he could manage to the nurses, and he shifted his focus to you. He made his way over to your bed.

"Why aren't you just the cat's meow" A slight purr came from her lips with a big smile.

He let himself chuckle, even at the speakeasy a couple drinks in you, you weren't this loose. A warmth crept up his neck and to his cheeks and he hoped that you were too out of it to notice.

"I brought you some clothes, darling, I'm taking you to my house and we can call your folks there"

"Usually a man will take me out to dinner before takin' me home"

His smile was blinding as he left the clothes on your bed, discreetly exiting to give you some privacy. He informed the nurses and helped you sign the release paperwork.

~~~

After safely bringing you home, Alastor observed her peaceful slumber before tending to his mother and eating dinner with her.

She was rushing around the guest bedroom trying to make everything perfect. He knew exactly why. Never once had he shown interest in another human being besides his mother. He made no friends at school, and rarely went out of the house except to the radio station.

It came as a shock to him too when he took such interest up in you. Maybe part of it was just how happy she made him. How quickly he started to change his mind about humanity.

"Mother, we don't know if she wants to stay here"

"Just in case darling-boy"

They continued to sit quietly in the dining room and eat while you slept soundlessly on the couch.

~~~

You woke up to a searing pain in your leg and a vinyl on the record player beside you. In a seat opposite yours sat Alastor.

"Oh good, you're awake" He smiled as you wiped the sand out of your eyes and looked around.

Alastor lived in a modern house with velvety furniture. A massive stone fireplace adorned one wall, a majestic deer head presiding over the room. The crackling flames cast a warm glow, illuminating the velvety furniture that exuded an air of luxury.

"Wow, this place, it's beautiful" You had never seen such a lovely home. This was practically a palace compared to your meager living in a rural small town.

"Ah, thank you Dearie, now would you be staying here? Is there someone whom I could call? Or would you rather a hotel perhaps?" The questions swirled in your head.

"No, nobody to call, I left to pursue my dreams and when I went back to visit they wanted nothing to do with me. I haven't any money..."

"No need to worry about any of that, I will get you a room if you wish, although our guest room is pretty comfortable. Plus you get my mother's cooking"

"You'd let me stay here?" You tried not to get your hopes up, whenever you were with the troupe they always made you sleep on the floor. Or they would kick you out of the room.

"Of course! How could I kick someone as lovely as you out?"

You took the aspirin he guided into your hand and swallowed, hopeful that some of the pain would subside. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. You spotted a pair of wooden crutches leaning against the wall, you would never be able to dance if you didn't start walking.

You made a move to stand up. Alastor just tutted and brought the crutches over to you and carefully pulled you up until your forearms rested against the arm rests.

~~~

After giving you a tour and formally introducing you to his mother, who gushed over your beauty and grace on the stage. Profusely apologized for grievous injury, and told you to stay as long as you liked.

Over the months of healing you had ahead of you, you helped her cook in the kitchen, clean around the house, go out for groceries with her, and help her wash and hang up the clothes. It was the kind of domestic life you didn't see in your future, but this somehow felt right.

~~~

Under the cover of night, Alastor silently left the house, a duffle bag slung over his shoulder. He knew exactly which train to be on to be where your troupe would be now. He also knew exactly how much time he had before he needed to be on the train back in time for breakfast and for his shift at the radio station.

He had everything he could need in the duffle bag at his feet. To any other passenger he was just a guy on a train, maybe going home for a short stay. In reality, he was paying Louise a visit. He couldn't wait to hear her beautiful screams as he wiped the grin off of her conniving face.

The tip of his wingtip shoes played with the bag near his feet, and he tested the weight of the hunting rifle and knifes inside.

[emlovslennon]

could u maybe write about george x reader where they are enemies/rivals to lovers. The reader is also an artist in Liverpool and the Beatles and her perform at the same gig.

YES this is such a cute idea!! I definitely need to make more George content and realized I’ve made 0 Paul oopsie daisy😭😭

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Era:1961

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You were 18 and an upcoming artist in your local Liverpool scene, you’ve wanted to perform ever since you were 5 years old, and you were doing quite well for yourself. Well, that was until a new a group came along, they called themselves “The Beatles” which you thought was a ridiculous name, I mean come on, a bug of all things? They were “stealing your shine” as you’d like to call it, when, in reality, you were just jealous. You did, however, have somewhat of a rivalry when it came to you and their guitarist, George Harrison. You were both the same age and extremely competitive. It didn’t help you and him were both performing at the same venue, “The Cavern Club” where you two both started out. You had to admit, it was your favorite place to perform, but you couldn’t but feel abnormally anxious. I mean, what if everyone is only there for them and not for you? You felt completely irrelevant. As you sat backstage, fidgeting with your fingers trying your hardest to not have a panic attack, 4 boys who you recognized immediately walked into your dressing room, including George.

“What the bloody hell are you guys doing in here? I could have been naked!?” You yelled angrily. The boys just seemed to laugh it off, bastards.

“Oh, calm your knickers, y/n. We just came in to tell you good luck, no need for such an attitude.” George said, he was cheeky, that’s for sure.

“Well, thanks. Now get out.” You replied, pointing at the door, the other boys snickered and giggled as they walked out, but for some odd reason, George stayed.

“I meant you too, Harrison. Get out.” You said, louder, George just chuckled.

“Alright, alright.” He laughed as he waltzed out of the room. As much as you couldn’t stand him, you slowly felt a blush cover your cheeks, you’re lucky he left before he was able to see it.

The show finally started, and there was about 170 people attendees, it wasn’t the biggest venue, but in your mind, that’s a hell of a lot of people. The boys were on first, so you had some time, you just decided to look from backstage, and you just sop happened to be on George’s side of the stage. Which no matter how much you hated to admit it, you weren’t complaining.

They were on a good hour, your eyes were glued to George the entire time, and, to your surprise, he even turned and winked at you a couple times, along with a smile or two. If your blush wasn’t visible then, it sure was now. I mean, it pretty much felt like he dedicated the song “that’ll be the day” which was a Buddy Holly cover, to you. That’s a lot. Unfortunately, they all went off the opposite side of the stage. You knew that meant one thing, you were next. Your heart was racing and you knew had to perform the best you could, you knew it wasn’t a competition, but it sure as hell felt like it.

“And now, ladies and gentlemen, give a warm welcome to the lovely y/n l/n!”

You walked on a stage with a smile on your face and waved, the crowd cheered and you could even hear some whistles, but you ignored it. You slowly grabbed the mic and got yourself ready to perform. Your biggest hit was a cover of Connie Francis’ “Stupid Cupid” it was a fantastic song and it fit your vocal range perfectly.

(It’s such a good song stream it LMAO)

You also went on for a good hour, your voice was starting to get strained and sore and you couldn’t possibly wait to get off the stage, you turned to your right and saw the boys watching you, Paul gave you a thumbs up while George blew a kiss. Your blush was visible now and you knew everyone was noticing. After you performed your final song, the crowd cheered for a good minute and the announcer gave you a quick hug and a “good job” before you went back stage, as soon as you were out of view from the crowd, George swooped you into a hug, you knew you should push him away, but you didn’t, you just couldn’t.

“Wow, y/n. I gotta say, you have the voice of an angel.” He praised, putting your hand into his, your breath hitched.

“Oh, t-thank you, George. You do too.” You said, completely flustered, you looked down out of shyness, not being able to look him in the eye. He slowly grabbed your chin with his fingers and made you look up at him, as he looked you deep in the eyes, asking for permission to kiss you. You leaned in slowly until your lips connected into a slow, passionate kiss. Well, that was until the boys gave out numerous “oooo’s” and “I knew it’s.”

“Hey, would you wanna go on tour with me and the boys? It’ll be worth it, I promise, I don’t wanna be without ya, y/n.” He said, squeezing your hand slightly. You nodded eagerly as the boys cheered.

Maybe The Beatles weren’t that bad.

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I HOPED YOU LIKED IT THIS WAS SO FUN TO DO <333

[witchwyfe]

the fear of losing this - jhs

I pairing: college jake ‘hangman’ seresin x female reader

I précis: based on this line, "Jake your sweet roommate who always helps you when your friends bring you back after too many $1 beers from the bar down the street." from tomorrow, tonight.

I content/warnings: college au, roommates to lovers (that haven’t gotten past the roommates stage yet), mentions of drinking, mentions of being drunk, cursing

I word count: 988

I a/n: a continuation of tomorrow, tonight with college roommate jake, I'm thinking about making it a mini-series idk yet

It’s well after 1 am when you stumble through the door, bag already in the bend of your arm, despite how many times you’ve yanked it up to rest on your shoulder. Your friends are in the car outside, waiting for the text where you tell them you’re inside. The designated driver wanted to walk you in, but you insisted you could make it to the elevator and up to your place.

You feel like you've been fiddling with the key for ten minutes when the door swings open, causing you to lose your balance, stumbling forward with a gasp.

Jake is right there to catch you, warm and solid against your shaky and unstable.

"Hi Jake!" You gush airily, smile gooey and eyes wide.

Your glossy eyes and dazed expression is pulling on his heart strings, and Jake mentally argues with himself on whether he can brush your hair back from your face or if it's too intimate.

He sighs when you teeter over again, using his hands at your waist to balance you.

"Have a fun night?" He wonders, eyebrow raised. You’re giggling again and the sound hits him right in the heart. He sighs softly and leads you to the couch, and after making sure you’re balanced, he goes to the kitchen to fill a cup with water.

You’re nodding when he comes back, in what he assumes is a delayed answer to his question. “Wish you were there Jake, we always have so much fun.”

He gives a small smile, pushing the water gently into your hands. You sure aren’t making this whole—suppress his feelings for you—thing easy.

“You ready for bed?”

“Yeah. But I got it Jake, I don’t need any help.” You’re setting the half-empty cup on the coffee table, aiming for one of his Dallas Cowboys coasters, and failing miserably.

“I think you might darlin’,” He chuckles, hands at your waist once again as he helps you take a few steps.

“Fuck.” You whine, emphasizing the word in a way that has him chuckling. “My shoes are still on.”

“S’okay.” He murmurs, moving his hand to your lower back. “We can take them off in your room.”

“But then they won’t be on the shoe rack.” You groan, throwing your head back. Jake stifles a laugh, because he’s always the one reminding you to put your shoes on the rack and not kick them off and leave them in the foyer.

“It’s okay, I promise.” He grins, still trying to get you take the final steps toward your room. He breathes a sigh of relief when you’re finally sat on your bed, looking up at him with wide eyes.

He kneels down to help you take off your platforms when he see’s you struggling.

“Can you get changed or do you need my help?” He wonders nervously.

“I can do it.” You yawn and Jake thinks it’s the cutest thing ever. “Can you just get some pajamas for me? You remember the drawer right”

He nods because he does. A few weeks ago you’d forgotten your pajamas when you went to shower and you were way too flustered to go out in your towel, so you had asked Jake to grab something for you, verbally directing him to the correct drawer.

He grabs the first things he see’s which happen to be an old t-shirt and some shorts with strawberries on them.

“I’m gonna go get your water, you gonna be okay for a sec?”

You nod before gasping, diving for your shoes on the floor. “Put these on the rack please!”

“I got you darlin’,” He smiles, grabbing your shoes, and shutting the door behind him to give you some privacy.

He takes his time switching the water to your bottle that you left in the kitchen hours before, setting your shoes on the rack, and checking the locks on the door, before heading back to your room.

He’s pleased to find that you’ve changed into your pajamas—he’s choosing to ignore the fact that your shirt is on backwards,—taken off your makeup, and tucked yourself underneath your duvet.

“You all ready for bed?” He wonders, lifting the straw on your water bottle and handing it to you.

You nod, taking audible gulps from your water bottle.

Jake shuts off your light and goes to leave and shut the door behind him when you speak up, albeit softly.

“Wait, Jake,” You say, looking down at your hands. “Are you mad at me?”

His heart drops, and he’s across the room in a second, at your bedside, but you won’t look at him.

“No sweet girl, I’m not mad at you.” He says gently.

“Then why aren’t you sleeping in my bed?”

That’s a great question, and Jake is glad he still has an ounce of self-control left. “We don’t do that every night.” He reminds you.

“But you slept in here last night.” You retort.

That’s true. You had still been up reading when Jake came into your room, feeling upset and bad about himself after a rough phone call with his father. You’d taken one look at the sullen expression on his face and peeled back your covers, one hand holding your book, and the other in his hair until he fell asleep.

“Do you want me to sleep in here tonight?” He asks slowly. “Because you’re drunk right now honey, and I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to.”

“I want you to sleep in here tonight.” You say, as seriously as you can manage. “Please, Jake.”

He nods. “Okay. I’m gonna go change and I’ll be right back, okay?” He presses a kiss to your forehead before he even thinks about it, then turns to hide his grimace. He’s hoping to god you don’t catch onto his more-affectionate-than-usual behavior, but you don’t say anything, just hum happily.

He is sooo fucked.

© witchwyfe 2023. absolutely no reposting, translating, or modifying, even with credit.

[weepinglavenders]

Staying Put: What's the third stage of grief again? (Part 5)

The berg landed in a small clearing, snow covering the undisturbed ground. The windows immediately started to fog up and Newt shivered. Why were they here? This didn’t make any sense. Thomas woke up, blinking blearily at the window as he sat up.

“We’re here?”

“Yep.”

“It feels like I only slept for ten minutes.”

“Trust me, you were out for five. My shoulder bloody hurts from your head.”

Thomas smiled and laughed a little as Newt pushed him slightly. They stood up as the other three came out of their rooms, Brenda looking at Newt with worry which confused him but she went to check on Jorge. Minho came over to them, looking at Newt.

“How are you feeling man?”

“Fine, why are you looking at me like that?”

“Because I can see almost every vein in your body and they aren't the right color.”

Newt furrowed his eyebrows, looking at his arms and seeing black veins covering his pale skin, going from his fingers up his arm and disappearing under his shirt, sure that they had reached his neck as well. Thomas had turned to look at him, apparently he hadn’t noticed them either. 

“Those had to have happened when I was asleep, you looked fine before.”

Newt stared at his hands, watching as they shook slightly, the veins seeming to move under his skin. Brenda came out, her face looking grave. 

“He’s going into one of the last stages before the Gone. I think him staying in the berg caused the spread to quicken more.”

Thomas and Minho whipped around to look at her but Newt stayed still, staring at his hands. Maybe he should've stayed at WCKD, maybe he should have left the berg like he had thought about so many times. 

“Can we slow it down some way?”

“We don’t have any of the Bliss and they’ve almost completely stopped selling it, there’s nothing we can do Thomas.”

“There has to be something!”

The pain and franticness that laced Thomas’s voice stabbed into Newt’s heart. He should have left so his friends wouldn’t have to feel like this. He was selfish to have not. He clenched his hands into fists as Minho got into the conversation, their words sounding harsh. He grabbed the only jacket he owned and slipped out of the berg, shaking slightly. 

He ignored the cold, how his old injury seemed to spring to life at the frigidness, pain shooting up his leg like he was stepping on pins. Was this a dumb idea? Very much so. But, as he looked back at the berg, his heart seeming to fall into his stomach, he knew it was the right thing. He couldn’t let them see him like this.

He walked for an hour and a half, making sure that he overlapped and turned at random so it would be harder for his friends to track them if they even noticed he was missing at all. He finally decided to stop, finding a little stack of rocks that made a small, dry sitting area. He leaned against the rock, stretching out his hurt leg.

His fingers were red from the cold and he couldn’t feel his nose at all. He closed his eyes, absolutely exhausted and overwhelmed. Tears started to fill his eyes as he despaired. He was going to die. At one point that had seemed like the best option, it still was, but now, he didn’t know if he could handle the thought of leaving his friends for good. He gritted his teeth and banged the back of his head against a rock.

“Stop feeling sorry for yourself. You don’t have time for this, not anymore. Get up Newtie.”

He scolded himself, getting to his feet and wiping off his tears on his sleeve. He started walking again, doing his best to ignore his leg and the darkness that was trapping him inside the forest. He broke off a sturdy branch, using it as some type of cane, pressing his weight into it as he walked.

He shivered violently, thinking of how people died of hypothermia. They were warm and happy for the last minute of their lives and Newt couldn’t help but think that wasn’t such a bad way to go. His mom used to read him a story about a little girl that sold matches and she wasn’t allowed to go home until all the matches were sold. She lit the remaining three and had died from the cold with a smile on her face. 

He always thought about how morbid that story was to be telling a seven year old but now he understood the girl a little more. She had rather died than have to go home as a failure. Newt would rather die out here then have to go back, going crazy until he was forced to beg Tommy to kill him. 

He curled up beside a tree, his body had stopped shivering, stopped feeling almost completely, a ghost of warmth filling his fingertips. He thought about the stages of grief and the conversation he had with Tommy a few hours before. The stages of the Flare were similar to the stages of grief. 

He’d wanted to deny that he wasn’t immune, had gotten angry that his friends were and now he’d bargain with what little he had just to have another conversation with his friends. 

He’d never be able to live in the woods by Tommy and his dog, warm and happy. He wondered if Minho would have a pet too. As childish as it sounded, it made him smile slightly. Newt wondered about a lot of things in those few minutes he sat there, his heartbeat slowing as he closed his eyes, snow sticking to his eyelashes and hair. 

~

He dreamed of a warm bed, covers up to his chin as his mum read him his favorite book, though he couldn’t remember the name of it anymore. His sister would giggle at parts, laying in her own bed in the room they shared. His mum kissed them on their heads, turning off the lights. 

He heard Lizzy turn over, and knew she was staring at him.

“Merry Christmas, Newt.”

She whispered and Newt turned over, smiling lovingly at her.

“Merry Christmas Lizzy, see you in the morning.”

[stuckinmoilalaland]

Gojo x Fem!Reader Arranged Marriage

You were 23 years old. You had completed college, and wanted to become a powerful Jujutsu sorcerer. But, your dreams came to an end when you were forced into an arranged marriage to the one and only, Gojo Saturo. That's right, the most powerful Jujutsu sorcerer in the world. You tried your best to convince your parents to not do this to you, and not crush your dreams, but they still did. After marriage, you thought you had no chance of becoming a Jujutsu Sorcerer.

Finally, the wedding day arrived. But you had no idea what your husband would be like. Cruel? Flirty? Dumb? Smart? Handsome? Ugly? Old? Sweet? A troll?!! No! Just no! You can't do this! You did not want to wed him without knowing him at all! You changed into your wedding dress to not arouse suspicion, suspicion of you escaping. When the coast was clear, you went to a garden wall with climbers wrapped around it, and tried to climb over it, but failed multiple times because of the wedding dress and the heels. All of a sudden, an incredibly handsome man with snow white hair and snowflake blue eyes, dressed in a black suit came up from behind you. He asked from a distance...

Gojo: Are you in the need of any assistance m'lady?

You: I am not in need of any assistance!

You said while trying to climb over the wall...

Gojo: Well then what are you doing?

You: I am doing nothing!

Gojo: You surely are doing something.

You: I am trying to climb over the garden wall!

Then, he said in a curious tone...

Gojo: Climb over the garden wall?! But why?

You sigh and answer...

You: Because I think he's going to be a troll.

Gojo: Who are we referring to here?

You: The one I'm getting married to today, he is most defiantly a troll!

You suddenly spotted a strong wine of the climber...

You: Right! If I can just get a hold onto that! I can escape! Can you just lift me up a bit!

He sighs and says...

Gojo: I have no intentions of helping you.

You suddenly stop and come towards him...

You: I am a lady in distress. You refuse to help a lady in distress?

Gojo: I refuse to help a lady in distress, when the lady in distress is climbing over a wall, so that she does not have to marry me.

You gasp...

Gojo: Hello, y/n.

He gives you a charming smile...

You: Oh! Umm!!!!

Gojo takes your hand gently and kisses the back of it...

Gojo: It is always your decision if you want to marry me you know?

You: C-can I?

Gojo: Hmm, yes.

You: Ok.

After a few minutes, you are walking down the aisle, as Gojo stands on the stage and gives you a charming smile. The priest announces the vows, and after saying I do, you to finally kiss. For you, the kiss made you content. His lips were gentle, soft and smooth. They tasted and smelled like Kikufuku mochi. He also loved your lips. Yours tasted and smelled like an alphonso mango. The experience was magical for both of you. After a few hours, you went to Gojo's house with him. He guided you to his bedroom, and sat you down on his bed gently.

Gojo: I'll change in the closet, meanwhile, you should change here.

You: Ok.

Gojo went to the closet and quickly changed, but you weren't able to reach your tiny hands till the zipper of the wedding dress. Gojo came outside and smirked a bit as he saw you struggle. He went up behind you and gently removed your hands from your back. He unzipped your wedding dress while caressing your back. Then all of a sudden, he kissed your back and removed the dress. Leaving you only in your panties and your bra. You blushed really hard and Gojo smirked even more.

Gojo: Oh~ It looks like I've got the jackpot~

He says while leaning against you and caressing your breast...

Gojo: Hmm~ I think you should sleep in this only everyday~ You look so, un-resistible~

He pulls you onto bed and covers both of you with a blanket. You were blushing so hard, he snuggles into you and keeps on holding you from the breast while caressing it. He wraps his legs around your thighs to prevent you from escaping...

Gojo: Mine~ All mine~

You blush even harder. Then, Gojo starts to try calming you. Which he succeeds in. You fall asleep in this vulnerable position, while Gojo cuddles you, not allowing you to escape.

The next day. He wakes up early and gets on top of you. He gives you wet kisses all over your face till you wake up. He smiles and says...

Gojo: Good morning my cute wifey~

You yawn and open your eyes sleepily...

You: Good morning!

You say while stretching your arms. Gojo picks you up in bridal style and carries you to the dining table and sets you down on a chair. He takes off his shirt and puts it on you. You can see he has huge abs, he looks really hot. His shirt is oversized for you because of your petite figure of 5'8, compared to his figure of 6'3...

Gojo: I'll make breakfast for you today wifey~ But you're making from tomorrow~ Got it~?~

You nod in understanding...

Gojo: Good~

Gojo says while patting your head. He cuts up 2 mangoes and serves them to you...

Gojo: I have a mission today, so I won't be able to make too much. Will mango do for today?

You: Yeah, it'll do.

Gojo: Also, your parents told me you have the potential of becoming a Jujutsu sorcerer since you attended Jujutsu highschool. Would you like to accompany me on my job? I can ask the principle if he would let you work in the highschool as a teacher alongside me off-course, and a sorcerer.

Your eyes widen from surprise...

You: Really?!

Gojo: Yes wifey~

You hug him tight and kiss him on the cheek...

You: OMG!! Thank you Gojo! You're the best!

Gojo chuckles...

Gojo: Anytime~

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[lordisitmine]

ttnbd chapter 15 sneak peak

back in the saddle, and you guys have waited long enough, so here's a little bit of the upcoming chapter

February 19th, 1900.

-London, Claridge’s Hotel-

“The weapon is called Lævateinn,” Simeon said. “In truth, I was skeptical of its existence until this very moment.”

“Indeed.” Sebastian nodded thoughtfully. “There are so many myths that prove to be naught but smoke.”

Ciel rolled his eyes and scoffed softly from his position by the window.

Sebastian and Simeon had been prattling on now for what seemed like hours- no topic of conversation escaped them. They’d discussed the Peloponnesian war, which Sebastian knew quite a lot about despite it being before his time- he had, however, been present for the fall of Rome, as was Simeon, so they’d had many fond memories to recount on that subject. They’d worked their way through the Renaissance- this had involved several minutes of the two of them speaking in Italian, a language Ciel did not understand, which at least made the irritating noise of their rambling easier to ignore- albeit only slightly.

Currently, Sebastian was recounting last week’s incident at Trancy Manor, which, to Ciel, seemed redundant. Simeon had no doubt heard the tale from Lizzy and Sybil already, and thinking about that night made the fresh, still-healing skin of Ciel’s arm tingle with unpleasant recollection.

I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself, he thought in Sebastian’s direction. It’s so important for children to play with others their own age.

On the contrary, Sebastian replied, Simeon is far older than I am. He glanced at Ciel, even as he went on speaking to Simeon. Perhaps some children should pay more attention to their lessons.

Ciel scowled at the candle flame in front of him. It burned the same bright yellow natural light that it had all afternoon, ever since Simeon had sat him down in front of it and told him to concentrate.

“To pull the fire from within oneself, one must first master it as it exists in nature.” he’d said. “Once you can take hold of the candle’s flame, snuff it and relight it with your will alone, you will be ready for the next stage of your training.”

As with Sebastian’s fighting lessons, Ciel was frustrated to no end, perturbed to find he could not immediately pick up on the finer points of the skill he was meant to be learning. He was a demon, for Christ’s sake- he should be a terrible, fearsome thing, not some fourth-form pupil condemned to the corner to copy down lines ad infinitum. He sighed, crossing his arms on the table and leaning his chin into the cradle they made.

To think, he’d been excited about this.

“Lævateinn is an ancient weapon,” Simeon was saying. “It is said to have been crafted from the bone of the Leviathan; a massive, eldritch creature described in biblical scripture among other places. Some versions of its legend have it being cursed by profane magic, while others speak of it as a holy weapon, purifying in its power.” He chuckled. “Given that it is currently in the possession of a demon, I think we can discount its holiness.”

Ask him what it does, Ciel prompted Sebastian, keeping his eyes focused on the candle flame.

“It has the power to instantly destroy the soul of any being it wounds,” Simeon declared as if responding directly to Ciel’s thought.

Ciel bolted upright.

“Did you just read my mind?” he hissed.

“In a manner of speaking,” Simeon confirmed. “When one is as old as I am, the minds of others, mortal or not, become more transparent, allowing me to detect the words and images at the forefront of their consciousness. As a rule, I do try to stay out of others’ thoughts- it is a rather impolite practice, to be sure- not to mention unpleasant at times. In this case, however, it did elicit the response I had aimed for, and so I do hope you will forgive my impertinence.”

“What response?”

With a Cheshire Cat grin spread across his face, Sebastian pointed to the candle- it had gone out.

“Well done, my lord,” Simeon congratulated Ciel. “I had hypothesized that strong emotions might be the key to your powers, after what Sebastian told me about your attack on Earl Trancy- and now that theory seems to have been proven.”

“I’ve seen evidence of it myself,” Sebastian remarked, leaning casually back in his seat. “There was a certain incident in front of the fireplace when I had-”

Ciel slammed his palm flat on the table, hearing the wood crack. “Sebastian Michaelis, if you finish that sentence, I will tear your arms off and beat you to death with them.”

The candle flared back to life. The flame was blue and burned with a healthy, beaming light.

Simeon grinned- it was only this expression that betrayed his infernal nature. “If you could perhaps learn to harness those emotions, call them up and dismiss them at will, you would be most fearsome indeed.”

“Does this mean you’ll finally let me do something other than light a candle?” Ciel asked.

“Yes, yes I believe so,” Simeon answered, and turned to Sebastian. “Impatient, isn’t he?”

“Oh, terribly,” Sebastian agreed. “But then, most children are.”

[thealluringj]

Joe Burrow.......Tooth Fairy?!

So I have been enjoying this fandom for the longest on Tumblr, and working on some fics for the longest but hesitated to release any of them. However, after I saw that photo of Joe and Taylor Rooks from this weekend, I said, yes, lets give this a shot. This one-shot is written more to be part of a long-term series with many one-shots and a full length chapter story, than a stand alone. But my decision on that does depend on what you all think of the fic here on tumblr. 

So PLEASE drop a note of what you think below! 

Typically, the early afternoon was the calmest time of the day in the Burrow Household. At least on the weekdays, anyway. Ava was typically at some after school activity or just getting home. Which is why the wailing and screaming caught Joe off guard as he walked through the door after a jam-packed day of meetings, press conferences and practice.  

Your 7 year old, Ava, rounded the corner at a speed that made Joe think she was running from one of the monsters she claimed lived under her bed.  

“Daddy, save me! Mommy is trying to pull my tooth out!” Ava dramatically and tearfully said, plopping herself on the floor by Joe’s feet and wrapping her limbs around his leg.  

“Joe, your daughter’s tooth is loose. She complained about it all day at school. The teacher literally called me about it because Av could not concentrate and was being disruptive to the other kids in her class. One of us needs to pull that sucker out, ASAP.” You told him as you walked to where your husband and daughter were.

“No, no one can touch it!” Ava cried, clamping a hand over her mouth.  

Sure, your daughter had her dramatic moments, but this was a new level. Seeing as her teething stage went down like a sleepless horror film, you two expected nothing less when it was time for those same teeth to fall out.  

“What if I hug you really, super tight while mommy does it? I promise it won’t be that bad, bug. And we can go get ice cream afterwards. And also, the tooth fairy, remember?!” Somehow in this situation, Joe took your chosen role of good cop right from under you.  

“Can we get ice cream without her?” Ava asked, narrowing her eyes as she accusingly pointed at you.  

“Excuse me, her has a name, ma’am. And she also happens to be my wife, which means she goes wherever I go. Ice cream included.” Joe told Ava with a raised eyebrow.  

It’s a good thing your daughter was in the room because that last sentence alone had you ready to jump his bones. For the third time that day. Trying to conceive a second child was hard work and you and Joe had dedicated the last 5 weeks of alone time to ‘putting in the hours’ to make it happen.  

“Fine. Mommy can come. But I would like 2 scoops instead of one this time. I think I earned it.” You were proud to see your own negotiating skills as a second-generation lawyer had rubbed off on your daughter. Even if your father stopped speaking to you when you left his firm one year in to join Joe in Cincinnati and start your own there. He was also not happy about the fact your choice of spouse was white. He’d always imagined you to be one half of a black power couple to one of his colleague's sons.  

After a handshake to seal the deal, the three of you moved to the kitchen to complete the task at hand. Joe sat at the island with Ava in his lap, holding onto her tightly. You and he shared a look of apprehension, unsure of how Ava was going to handle this experience. Your daughter was a unique mix of strength and sensitivity, just like her parents. You washed your hands and grabbed a paper towel while you readied yourself mentally. There was gonna be screaming and crying, that would indeed break your heart; but you had to push through and pull the very loose tooth out.  

Having checked it before now, you knew exactly how to grab the wiggly tooth and with one fluid motion it was out before Ava even realized.  

“Mommy, NO, leave it alone!” Ava screamed, holding her mouth and turning to bury her face into Joe’s chest.  

“Got it!” You cheered, gleefully doing a little dance and showing it to your husband, who took one look at the bloody thing and gagged. “that’s disgusting.”  

“Oh hush boy, you saw way worse than this when she was born.” You quipped back, still beaming with excitement that you got the thing on the first shot.  

“I don’t love how excited you are at pulling out our daughter’s tooth, if I’m being honest.” Joe flatly told you, but the smirk on his face kinda cancelled out the attempt at seriousness.  

You simply rolled your eyes playfully at him.

“Whatever. Now are we getting ice cream or not Av?” You reached over and kissed the little girl on her cheek.  

“I wanna see it first!” Ava answered back eagerly and excitedly, shocking Joe.  

“Who are you people and what is wrong with you?” Joe loudly asked as Ava examined her own tooth in excitement.  

“Daddy, we are Ava and Mommy.” Ava told him, turning in his lap before grabbing her dad’s face between her palms and looking at his eyes.  

“What are you doing, cra-cra?” Joe asked her through squashed cheeks.  

Ava giggled, “My name is Ava, not cra-cra. You are daddy and I am checking your eyes for signs of concussion. The paper said not remembering stuff and big pupils, the black circle inside the color of your eyes, are signs of them. And you DID get sacked twice on Sunday.”  

Joe glanced up at you as Ava continued her examination, wondering how Ava knew more about concussions at the age of 7 than most adults.  

You shrugged, “You did bump your head slightly on the last sack and had to leave the game for a few downs. And I told you not to leave paperwork laying around. She is reading way above grade level, possibly higher than the teacher said in her report card. She started reading some files I left in the backseat on the way home today.”  

“Ave, I’m fine. Go get your shoes on, please.” Joe stood up with Ava and turned her toward the direction of the foyer.  

“I’m starting to think we should stick to what we know. Nothing wrong with growing up as an only child. Or we do it like my dad did and we have the second when she is 16 and almost out of the house. I think two of them at this point might just be the end of us.” You giggle and settle into Joe’s arms as he pulls you into a hug.  

You leaned up and peaked him on the lips, “Considering I legit blinked was pregnant with Av, might be a little too late for that, big guy.”  

“I’m waiting!” Ava called from the doorway, interrupting your playful conversation with Joe.  

Over the years, you all had learned how to keep a low profile and the places and areas you could go where pretty much everyone treated your little family like normal people. After Ava was born, you’d settled into a nice upscale suburb of Cincy, with a park, restaurants and stores within walking distance and everyone treated you all like normal everyday neighbors. Bengals fans were incredible grateful for what Joe had done and continued to do for the organization and team they loved. So, in return, they mostly respected his desire to live unbothered with his family. Tourists weren’t really a thing there, either.  

The three of you got your ice cream, played at the park a little before heading home to work on homework and dinner.  

It was 8, dinner dishes were done, Ava was in bed with her tooth under pillow awaiting the tooth fairy when you walked into the living room where Joe was watching game film.  

“I’m gonna go take a bath and then do some work, put this under Ave’s pillow before you come up for bed, please.” You kissed his cheek and placed a folded up $5 dollar bill in Joe’s hand.  

He glanced at the money in his palm before looking up at you with a stank face, “Doesn’t 5 seem a little cheap?”  

“I got a dollar per tooth and turned out fine, blessed baby boy of Robin.” You playfully poked at Joe being a spoiled momma’s boy.  

Getting her approval was something you felt like you were still working on, even though she’d welcomed you with open arms years ago when the pair of you met at LSU while you were there attending law school.  

Joe squinted at you, “ha, ha. I’m just saying if I got $5 in 2003, our daughter should be getting more than that in 2029. Inflation is real, my love.”  

You smirk, unable to form words and kiss his forehead, “I can’t with you. Give her as much cash as you want. Just make sure she’s asleep when you do it. Her figuring the tooth fairy thing out is the last thing we need, especially after she spent half of Christmas dinner telling your family we were liars cause we wrote from Santa on those gifts.”  

“Well if little Caleb Smith had kept his god damn mouth shut, she would have thought they were from Santa!” Joe spitefully spoke of the little boy that connected the Santa-not-being-real dots for Ava during their class Christmas party.  

Joe waited till way after 10pm to slip the $10 under Ava’s pillow. He could tell by the shallow breathing she was asleep but called her name a few times to be sure. When he got no response, he knelt next to her bed. Softly lifting her head and the pillow, he quickly swapped the tooth for the money and slowly placed her head and the pillow back down.  

“Love you, bug.” Joe whispered, kissing her forehead and walking towards the door.  

“I knew it. You and mommy are the tooth fairy.” Ava’s voice rang through the quiet room just as Joe reached the threshold.  

Joe panicked, “Av, your dreaming, go back to sleep.”  

Ava sat up, arms crossed and a smile on her face, “I’ve been awake since you and mommy tucked me in so I could meet the tooth fairy. You and mommy are Santa and the tooth fairy, aren’t you? What about the easter bunny? Are you him, too? And don’t lie, daddy!”  

“No. Absolutely not.” Joe scoffed, taking a little too much interest in studying her door frame.  

“Mommy is right, you are a terrible liar.”