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Toji as a bodyguard

Til’ the Day that I Die

Summary: You’re a popstar in need of a bodyguard when you find yourself with a stalker. That’s how you meet Fushiguro Toji, you’re insanely hot bodyguard. Who knows how to push your buttons, and get you feeling flustered. Just how far is he willing to go to protect you? And how far would you go to protect him?

Pairing: Bodyguard!Fushiguro Toji x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: mentions of stage right, performance, anxiety, stalking, panic attacks, language mentions of gun, (eventual smut)

Word Count: 4.5K

A/N: this request is amazing!! It got my brain worms going! Once again, this will be a multi part series, I’m looking at a total of four parts as I have already planned down the whole story. I’m sorry for the lack of content, it’s been a rough few days and I just decided to take some time for myself! But I do have about four stories almost done so you can expect updates for the rest of the week! Love you all!! (Readers' stage persona is highly inspired by several artists! 😊)

Part Two Part Three Part Four

Performance anxiety is defined as an excessive feeling of fear related to being able to perform well. Symptoms of performance anxiety include pulse racing, rapid breathing, dry mouth, and throat tightness. Dealing with performance anxiety when you're a rising star is brutal, and you begin to regret all your life choices. You aren't sure if you want this to be your life. You were attending nursing school, but your sister posted a video of you singing online. Reading all the sweet comments was fun initially, but it's funny how fast things change.

One second, you were posting a few videos of you singing, and the next thing you knew, you had a record deal, your songs were on the radio, and you were performing at concerts. All in the span of six months. The attention was overwhelming, and, at times, your anxiety even worse. But the more you performed, the more you were able to bury the stage fright down, masking the fear with a persona you made until you were home in your apartment. In the confines of your home, you could cry and tremble; dealing with those attacks was something you’d gotten used to.

But your stalker was a whole new fucked up mess you never dreamed about dealing with.

It had started as nothing more than a couple of love letters that turned into more descriptive letters detailing information about your personal life you had never told anyone. Anytime you saw a letter come in with ‘M’ written on the front and dark gray ink, your stomach twisted. You at first thought you would be okay. You could handle something like this. This was the kind of thing that came along with the territory of being famous.

That was until a bouquet of roses was dropped off at your door in your guarded apartment building. That whole situation sent you into a full-blown panic attack. You left your apartment and went to stay with your friends. That incident caused your manager to contact Kong Security Services and hire you as a bodyguard. One, you were anxiously waiting to meet as you sat in your dressing room before your show.

“It’s going to be fine, I promise.” Nanako, your makeup artist, assured you as she fixed your blush. “Geto said this agency is the best in the business.”

You shot her a skeptical look while her twin sister fixed your hair. “Are you just saying that because your dad’s are my managers, and they told you to say that?” When both twins had ceased their movements in obvious shock at your to-the-point accusation.

“W-What—?”

“No, never!”

“Uh-huh—I don’t believe a word either of you are saying right now.”

Nanako steps back, looks you over, and bites her lip. “They really are the best, whether or not we get to go out for Boba after this. It’s not like sweet milk tea is on the line if we don’t ease your nerves.” Just as your sweet young makeup artist finishes, the door to your dressing, eyes darting towards the door as it swings further open. Suguru and his husband, Satoru, enter, displaying their matching black-and-white wedding rings. They were the best management company in the world, the power couple of Tokyo. Satoru, who was in charge of your social media accounts, types viciously on his phone while Suguru grins up at a man walking in with them.

If you could even call him a man.

A fucking mountain of muscle is a more appropriate way of describing him. He’s tall, has dark hair and navy blue eyes, and he’s fit. The mountain wore a tailored jacket and white button-down shirt with the first two buttons undone. His eyes leave Geto’s for a minute to watch you sinking further in your chair, his pink tongue running over the scar down the corner of the right side of his mouth.

“Hun, this is Fushiguro Toji,” Suguru announced before glancing at his phone. “He’s your bodyguard and will be with you everywhere you go.”

“E-Everywhere?”

“Yes, to rehearsals, your shows, meet-and-greets, he’ll even escort you home.” Your eyes rammed back over to the mountain of a man standing off to the side. When you have time off, or he needs a day away, his work partner Tsukumo Yuki will take over for him.”

You swallowed hard, fingers twitching, a subtle action your new bodyguard noticed immediately as you dug your fingers into your skirt. It was part of Toji‘s job to see behaviors and be observant. He could tell you were on edge from how your fingers twitched to how your pulse raced in your neck. His handler, Shiu, had warned him that you were an anxious mess after finding out about your stalker. But this anxiety didn’t come from just having a stalker. This anxiety was deeply rooted in you. It was probably something you had suffered with for years.

Without being told, Toji stepped forward, kneeling before you, giving you a gentle smile like a father would give a frightened child. He had to put your nerves at ease to let you know you would be okay. “I know you’re scared, but I can assure you that I am very skilled. You won’t even notice I’m around.” You weren’t sure about that. How could you not notice the handsome man who would always be around you?

“Right, thank you.”

“You’re welcome--”

“Ugh! We gotta get going; they expect you on stage in five minutes.”

“I-I s-shou—” you stuttered as the performing anxiety began to root itself into your already anxious demeanor.

“Yep, let’s get going.” Toji stood motioning towards the door of the dressing room. “After you, Miss.”

Being a bodyguard and a security escort for so long had allowed Toji to pick up on specific cues from people, like how their eyes moved around the room or how their body language told him what they were feeling. The way your fingers were twitching, he knew you were nervous and scared, and he wasn’t sure if it was stage fright or something to do with your stalker.

Regardless of whether you wanted to go up there, it didn’t change the fact that thousands of people were already waiting for you to perform. As you both walked down the hall, Tojo noticed you took a deep breath and exhaled through your nose, and as you turned the corner, you put on a huge smile. The way you put in a mask so fast nearly sent Toji stumbling back. He was usually prepared for the unexpected, but seeing this scared, shaking woman shift into a bubbly pop star rocked him back.

Everyone you encountered smiled wide at your perky voice and demeanor. You truly lit up the whole room. “Alright, guys! Thank you for all your hard prep! Now, let’s have a great show tonight!” You were handed a jeweled microphone and placed on a platform to lift you to the main stage, but before you gripped the handles to steady yourself, Toji grabbed your hand. “Oh, Fushiguro?”

“I'll be on the side, watching you. If you need me or notice something's off, you should give me a sign.”

“A sign? Like a signal?”

“Yeah, something easy and inconspicuous.”

You thought for a second, that perky look still on your face, but Toji could see the anxiety behind your eyes. “Well, I wink a lot during my shows and throw a heart sign up.” Toji hummed, pursing his lips together.

“Well, if you don't want to alarm your fans, how about this.” he took your hand, putting your middle and ring finger down. Your thumb, pinky, and pointer finger were left extended.

“Oh, the sign for ‘I love you’!”

“Only use this if you need me on stage. Otherwise, do what you normally do, but know I’ll be right there if you need me.”

There was a flicker of fear in your eyes, which probably would go unnoticed by many different people, but it was one that he could see clearly as day. “Right, thank you, Fushiguro.” Your new bodyguard looked at you as he scoffed, shaking his head.

“Toji, just call me Toji. There is no need for formalities. Have a good show, Miss.”

“R-Right, thank you, Toji.”

Your new bodyguard watched as the platform began to lift, taking you up to the stage where fans were screaming your name. Taking a deep breath before smiling, your bodyguard watched you reach the top before the band blaring music as you began singing into your microphone. The beat of the music rang in his ears; Toji ran for the stairs that led him to the stage, where he could watch you from the side.

There, Toji found your managers standing on the sidelines, watching you. Upon looking at you, he met a woman who looked nothing like the girl he had just spoken to moments before. You danced, sang, smiled, and winked at the crowd. Multicolored lights flashed as fog from the fog machine flooded the stage, and the backup dancers moved in sync with each other. I think this is poor, who was shaking upon meeting him.

“Yeah, crazy to see her shift, isn’t it?” Geto asked before pulling his phone out and snapping a few photos of you as you sang. “She’s like a different person.”

“Like? I hate to be the one to break this to you, Geto, but that woman is a completely different person. Why the fuck is she masking?”

The white-haired man glared at Toji, his sunglasses sliding down the bridge of his nose. “She’s not masking; it's called a stage persona.” The annoyance was clear in the other man’s voice, a tone that crawled its way under his skin.

“Look, buddy, keep your terms to yourself. I don't care about the different terms. All I know is that woman—” he jabbed his thumb in your direction as you twirled around the stage. “is masking; that’s not who she is.”

“You don’t know a lot about the entertainment industry. This is something that a lot of celebrities do. It’s completely normal, and she knows that. That’s how she adapted so fast.”

Toji wasn’t sure if that was the case. He had seen you firsthand, shaking in your dressing room. To see you change drastically for the sake of a show? Toji could see why you would be nervous to go up on stage. There had to be a fear of your mask slipping, revealing your true persona to the world.

But Satoru was right; Toji’s job was to protect and ensure you were safe. It wasn’t his place to judge how you lived or worked your career. In the end, you were just like all the other popstar divas and clients he had had before. Rich people with too much money to throw around and fame led them to believe that they were in danger all the time, which is how he managed to keep a steady income for himself and his kids as long as they were rich snobs like you, Tojo was guaranteed to have a job.

Instead of continuing to argue with your overzealous manager, Toji crossed both arms over his chest and watched you closely. The sooner the show was over, the sooner he could get you back to your apartment, where he could call to check on Megumi. He just wanted to relax, and for all he knew, you and your managers were overreacting to this so-called stalker you had. If anything, this might’ve been some cruel prank; receiving a note to roses wasn’t that big of a deal, and this was way too easy for as much as he was getting paid, so he wasn’t going to bitch about it.

What he did want to bitch about was how fucking long your show went on for. Performed for about two hours straight, only taking breaks to change costumes throughout the performance. It was in those moments when you were changing that your mask slipped. He could see the exhaustion in your eyes and how you wanted to do nothing more than take a break. But as fast as that mask slipped, you had it back on instantly. When one costume was off, and the other slipped on, you were back on stage to sing the next song.

After about two hours and thirty minutes of this bullshit, you gave a final bow and blew kisses out at the crowd of strangers who were cheering your name. While the two hours he got to stand up to the side and watch you perform was easy, he only had to look for your signal if you needed help; getting you out of the arena safely was a whole different story. Everything moved so fast The second you stepped off that stage and towards your bodyguard.

After every show, the goal was the same: get changed as fast as possible, collect your stuff, which Nanako and Mimiko had already packed, and get in your limo before the crowd started heading towards your exit. Toji gently placed his hand on the small of your back, ushering you through the maze of halls that led you back to the dressing room, where, just like you knew, the girls had packed all your stuff.

“You got five minutes to change,” Suguru announced as Satoru snickered behind his husband. “Thanks to Satoru, you’re trending again for your newest song.”

Toji could see the minutey, perky personality shift into your more anxious state. You frowned, literally frowned, at the news. Most people would be jumping over the moon to hear it. Seeing such an ungrateful expression on your face had Toji resist the urge to roll his eyes into his skull.

Spoiled little brats, you rich folks were all the same.

“Did you make sure to tag the—“

“Are you insinuating that I don’t know who to tag or which hashtags to use? Babes, I've got you covered. When have I ever let you down?”

“Never.”

“Right, so let the best PR manager handle this.”

Toji sighed, glancing towards his watch. “Two minutes,” he announced to the room of people bouncing off the walls and collecting items to clean up the green room. How could your managers be talking about more brand deals at a time like this? Brand deals were bullshit, but knowing how popular you were with the teenagers and you probably had some make-up deal or some other shit that would make you all the richer, you had to make sure the right people were tagged so you continued to be sponsored. But there was a time and place for that, and now wasn't the right time!

“I know you're the best Satoru, but I still wanna make sure the word gets out there.” You stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in black leggings and a simple T-shirt. Completely different from the baby doll dresses you were wearing on stage. “It’s imperative—”

“I know. I’ve already posted it. Everyone’s been tagged accordingly, and the hashtags are in place. You’ll get lots of people to see this, trust me.”

You were slipping on your baseball cap and sunglasses when Toji’s large hand gently grabbed you by the shoulder. “We gotta get going,” you sighed before nodding, waving off your team, and falling Toji down the hall to where your car awaited you.

Thanks to your quick change, nobody was waiting for you outside, making your getaway from the arena smooth as butter. You just wished you felt as calm as your exit from the bustling stage had been. You were beginning to regret going back to your apartment. You hadn’t been back there since the roses were delivered to your door. Going back was going to be difficult, leaving your stomach swarming with anxiety. But at least you had a big mountain of a man to protect you if, god forbid, you needed help.

The entire ride back to your apartment complex was thankfully quiet. Toji sat on the other side of you, staring out the window, not making any conversation, which was a blessing. Not only was your throat sore from the amount of singing you had done, but the idea of sitting through a conversation run solely by small talk was almost as bad as your performance anxiety. Sitting in the back of the car, leaning your head against the window without worrying about smiling or acting perfect in front of strangers, was a breath of fresh air.

Being alone with your bodyguard made you feel like you could let your walls come down for the first time in a long time. It was a feeling you might as well get used to. He would be around most of the time, so instead of adorning the perfect, pretty mask you always wore, you could be the introverted true version of yourself. Knowing that you could relax, you shut your eyes, allowing yourself to doze off as the car smoothly headed down the freeway.

If only your dreams were smooth and calm like the car ride. Your dreams were filled with mysterious notes and roses you had once loved. They circled you, drowning you in paper and petals as a roaring crowd rang through your ears. You could fight against the tidal waves, but instead, you let them wash over you, allowing yourself to be crushed by the unbearable weight of being a star at times.

Nursing school wasn’t easy, but at least when you were in school, you didn’t have to worry about a mysterious bouquet showing up on your apartment doorstep or sneaking out to avoid getting seen and swarmed by your fans. Your biggest concern in school was getting good grades and doing everything possible to get your degree. The only things you had to worry about were study dates and pop quizzes, not ominous letters that made you fearful for your safety.

These nightmares were so vivid that you wished your family had heard you singing online. Was it too much to ask for a normal everyday life where you weren't constantly stressed?

You sighed, looking up at the lingering rays of light that slowly began to peek through. More envelopes and roses piled on the cocoon you were stuck in. Perhaps there was no going back. This might very well be the rest of your life. Just as you were shutting your eyes to the casket you were being buried in, a hand reached out from the top of the mountain of dread and anxiety you lived with, reaching for you.

You couldn’t make out who was reaching out to you, but you were sure they just wanted to help you. Without hesitation, you reached for that hand, brushing over their fingertips. Just when they clasped your hand to pull you out of the burial ground, you were jn. You gasped as someone shook you, waking you from the dream.

You sat up quickly, shaking as you met Tojo’s navy blue eyes. He was frowning, motioning towards the rolled-down window, and Ijichi, head of security for your building, leaned in, giving you a weak smile. With a quick rub to both your eyes, you placed your mask back on, going from the sleep-deprived woman you were transforming into the perky popstar everybody knew and loved.

“Ijichi! Hi!”

“Hi yourself, glad to have you back.”

Toji could see how your shoulders stiffened when you mentioned being back. “Oh, yep! It's good to be back.” Toji could see through your facade, while Ijichi was blind to it.

“I just wanted to let you know that we added more cameras to the building, and my security post will be far stricter with deliveries and anything else from this point on. We want you to feel safe here, and I’m sorry we failed to do that in the first place.”

“Oh no, it’s not your fault! Plus, I feel a lot better now that I have Fushiguro!” The man with glasses peered into the car, waving at your bodyguard whose face remained stoic, not returning the gesture. “Okay, uhm Ijichi, Toji; Toji Ijichi.”

No pleasantries were exchanged, not at all. The only thing Toji managed to do was give him a nod before focusing his attention back on the massive building and making a mental note to ask for access to the cameras. That way, he could keep an eye on you and ensure nobody was hanging around who wasn't supposed to be there. Those thoughts Toji was lost in made it a tranquil ride up the elevator to your apartment. He was leaving you feeling even more anxious. Usually, being around someone quiet never bothered you; you felt so relaxed around that person, but Toji’s cold demeanor and attitude toward your friend made you irritable.

“So, uhm, are you going to be that cold and standoffish every time you meet somebody I know?” You asked, finally allowing your heart mind to win over your mind.

“Huh?”

His dark gaze had you swallowing the lump suddenly in your throat. “I wanted to ask if this is going to be normal, you being—.”

“Oh, I am so sorry little star; I wasn't aware I needed to wear a fake ass mask around people too.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me, and unfortunately, unlike you, I like wearing my face. I don’t have to be someone I’m not to get people to like me. Because quite frankly, I don’t give a damn if anybody likes me.”

“I don't eit—”

Toji scoffed, leaning against the elevator wall and shaking his head at your words. “Oh, please. You’re just like every other client I’ve had. All you care about is money, your appearance, and what sponsor deals you get.” His words made your blood begin to boil.

“You’ve barely known me for a couple of hours, and you think you know who I am?”

“Oooh yeah, you're some small-town girl that made it big. And instead of showing the world who you really are, you put on this fucking mask, one that hides the true you from the prying eyes of the world. You care only about ticket sales, making your fans happy, and sponsorships like the one you were talking about with your manager not even thirty minutes ago. So yeah, I’m sure I got a good idea of who you are. It’s my job to read people..”

This was the best security in the business; bodyguard your manager had set you up with? Ha! Yeah, right, this man was nothing more than a dickhead that had a lot of opinions that were far from true?!

You laughed, pushing yourself away from the wall to stand in front of the doors before him. “That's the great thing about wearing a mask around people I don’t fucking know. They get to see the real me, but I get to see people for who they truly are.” Toji opened his mouth to continue arguing with you, but only for you to quickly shut him down, holding a hand up before you. “You were right about a couple things; I do put on a mask, I love my fans, but I could give a damn about sponsorships.” Toji pushed himself off the wall, towering over you, gritting his teeth as he tried to control his evident anger.

“Oh, you suddenly don’t give a damn about sponsorships? I just heard you talking to your manager about one.”

“You don’t know anything about me! That whole conversation had nothing to do with this sponsorship!”

Tojo tilted his head back with a laugh. “Oh, right, of course. You don’t care about your amazing condo or all the money you’re making; you don’t care about those so-called nonexistent sponsorship deals.” The elevator rattled like the lid to the rage threatening to explode.

“Alright, yes, I do live in a nice apartment, one with security that sucks, but it’s still home. But for your information, I don’t do this for the money. You don’t know what I have planned on doing with my life, so I don’t want to hear you make assumptions about me! The conversation you so rudely eavesdropped on had nothing to do with a sponsorship deal but a massive donation I’m making to the local Children’s Hospital. The same hospital is well renowned for helping unfortunate children. So yeah, that whole conversation you listened to was me telling my manager to tag the hospital in my video because the hospital inspired the song! It was a public service announcement, a reminder to help those who can’t help themselves.”

Your rant was unexpected. Toji had never had one of his clients talk to him like that; strangely, he liked it.

“And another thi—”

The doors to the elevator slowly slid open with a ding as you reached your apartment. Usually, your automatic lights would be on in the living room and kitchen, leading upstairs. But as the doors opened, no lights illuminated your bodyguard's face. You knew something was wrong, and just before Toy could look over your shoulder into the apartment,Toji’s hand quickly covered your eyes. He pulled you into his chest, and he listened in as he smashed on the lobby button on the button panel.

“Toji!?” You asked, placing your hands on top of his. “What is it?! Is something wrong? Let me see!”

Toji shook his head as if you could see his reaction, his hand reaching for the gun at the holster on his side as the door slowly shut. There was no way in hell you were going to see what was behind the door. Because he knew if you were to see what had happened in your apartment, you would never be the same. As the elevator slowly began to descend, Toji realized that he had been wrong about your stalker. It wasn’t some harmless joke.

This was fucking serious.

(TBC)

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TOKYO BABYLON FST: BOX

what's poppin TyoBabi fandom, I got a present for you

.zip File Download: DISCS 1 & 2 (109MB)

This FST is basically an in-depth run down of the collection of songs that were sung/mentioned/in the "VOL. 7/BOX" chapter of Tokyo Babylon 5, with some info about the artists and songs themselves. This, as far as I know, is the most thorough run-through of the music of "BOX" on the English web! I've divided it into two "discs", the first being the songs mentioned themselves, and the second being a few fun related extras. You can check out the second disc over on Radio Free T.Y.O, if you're interested ♥

Ginza no Koi no Monogatari

銀座の恋の物語 - "Ginza Love Story" 石原裕次郎・牧村旬子 - Ishihara Yuujirou and Makimura Junko mp3 download || youtube

The song that Seishirou and Hokuto are pouring their very souls into to perform in the beginning of the chapter. Released in 1961, this a smoky, jazzy duet typical of its time, telling the story of two star-crossed lovers, one in Tokyo and one in Ginza. It was an immediate hit, even having a movie based upon it made, starring Ishihara-san in the lead role. It's a staple duet in karaoke even to this day.

Nakanaide

泣かないで - "Don't Cry" 舘ひろし - Tachi Hiroshi mp3 download || youtube

The song that the random selector spits up for Subaru to sing, which Sei-chan subsequently picks up after sending him off to buy cigarettes/exorcise the OL. This was released in 1984, by Tachi Hiroshi, a singer and actor who became quite the sensation when he had a starring role in 西部警察 (Seibu Keisatsu; "Western Police") -- incidentally, directed by the abovementioned Ishihara-san, as you'd have it. "Nakanaide" was a hit, coming in 59th on the ORICON's 1984 top singles list. It's from his seventh album In the Mood.

Nanpasen

難破船 - "Shipwreck" 中森明菜 - Nakamori Akina m4a download || youtube

The song that the OL ghost sings. A dark and heartfelt song about a dying love, it was a massive hit when it was released in 1987, shooting straight to the top of the ORICON charts (as Nakamori-san's 17th number one hit), and has been a karaoke regular since then, just as the OL says in the chapter. Originally written and performed by the very respected Kato Tokiko for her 最後のダンスパーティ (Saigo no Dance Party; "Last Dance Party") album of 1984; she personally requested that Nakamori-san perform the song. It's been covered countless times, including by the original singer/songwriter and the cover artist themselves.

Daite...

抱いて… - "Hold Me..." 松田聖子 - Matsuda Seiko mp3 download || youtube

Not actually sung, but the OL ghost suggests she'd like to sing it next. A dramatic and emotional slice of idol pop from the Eternal Idol herself, Matsuda Seiko (who also performs "Who's That Boy", found on Single White). Released in 1987 as a promo-only single from her fifteenth studio album, 1988's Citron. Despite never being released as an official single, it's one of Matsuda's more popular songs, especially karaoke-wise. It's rather interesting that the OL picks a Matsuda song directly after a Nakamori Akina track -- the pair were notorious rivals in the 80s, supposedly even in love.

Benkyo no Uta

勉强の歌 - "Study Song" 森高千里 - Moritaka Chisato mp3 download || youtube

The song Hokuto is singing when Subaru attempts to sneak back into the karaoke box. Released in 1991, it peaked at #4 on the ORICON charts, and was remixed on Moritaka's second remix album as ザ・勉強の歌 (Za���Benkyo no Uta; "The・Study Song"). It was used as the opening theme to the anime TV series "Mischievous Twins: The Tales of St. Clare's". It's a totally gimmicky song (complete with voguing in the very weird video clip), though cheerful and catchy, so its popularity on the karaoke circuit at the time shouldn't surprise anyone. (You just know that Hokuto unironically adored this song, and drove Subaru batty by singing it at every opportunity.)

Wakaretemo Suki na Hito

別れても好きな人 - "Beloved Even if We're Separated" ロス・インディオス＆シルヴィア - Los Indios & Silvia mp3 download || youtube

The song that Hokuto announces Subaru should sing with Seishirou as punishment for being late. Another staple in the duets section of karaoke, still, this 1979 release was actually a cover. The song was released by two Toshiba EMI artists, Matsudaira Kemeko and the Purple Shadows, respectively, in 1969. In October 1975, Los Indios released a single-voice version, and in 1979 it was rearranged as a male and female duet, with some lyrics changed slightly. The song was an instant hit, and by 1980, it had sold a million copies.

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Ok another request this time Daniel with (it’s okay to cry)

Also I loved the Alex Albon fic ❤️

Hello! Sorry this has taken a little while lovely but I'm so glad you liked the last one! ❤️ I've decided to incorporate this one with the F1 Christmas theme I'm going for so if you want it again but normal just let me know ☺️

You'll never be alone | Daniel Ricciardo

Danny ric x reader

Warnings: None ❤️

Summary: For the first time you're not going to make it home for the holidays but thankfully you have Daniel by your side

Daniel entered the living room of your apartment with a huge grin upon his face. He gazed at the winter wonderland you had both been working on all day for your first Christmas together, as he saw your figure sat under the soft glow of the tree lights he noticed a quiet sadness in your eyes.

"Baby? What's wrong?" Danny asked you concerned as he noticed you looking down at your phone. He approached you with a gentle hand on your shoulder and a soft reassuring smile.

You looked up at him with tears in your eyes as you shared the weight in your heart. "I'm so sorry babe I just miss my family most during the holidays, it's the first year I won't be able to make it home and it brings back all the memories"

Daniel understood the depth of your emotions more than anyone, thinking back to the year he wasn't allowed to fly back home to his family. You were his saviour through that dark period and he was there to return the favour.

Daniel pulled you into his comforting embrace. "It's okay to cry. But I'm here for you, Christmas is about being with the ones you love and we can create our own memories"

You hugged him tightly as he soothed you, before carrying you into your shared bedroom. "Now you need a nice long bath while I go get you a surprise, don't come out until I get you okay?" He asked before putting you down and placing a kiss on your nose.

"okay baby I love you" you said giving him a quick peck before heading off to your ensuite to run yourself a bath, you slowly climbed in feeling the warmth of the water relax your muscles.

Some time later you had gotten out and was now sat down drying your hair as you saw Daniel enter the room with a huge grin on his face. "Okay it's ready!" He said with an excited chuckle.

You couldn't help but giggle. "Danny what have you been doing for the past hour?" You asked him curiously, wondering what the heck he's been up to.

"Oh you're about to find out" he said as he helped you stand up. "but you've got to close your eyes i want it to be a surprise" he instructed as he held his hands over your eyes and guided you to the living room"

"okay babe" you said with a chuckle as he walked you to the center of the room before lifting his hands away. "Okay open em!" He said really excited as he watched you slowly open your eyes and gaze around the room. Which was now adorned with lots of decorations, the table full of familiar snacks and your favourite Christmas song on the radio.

"Oh Danny, this is amazing" you said with tears in your eyes as you turned to face him. He still had a huge grin on his face "I changed the lights on the tree to those warm white ones you always talked about, but I left the star off cause that was always your job at home, although I'll have to lift you up so you can put it on" he teased with a laugh as he pulled you in for a tight hug.

"I got all your favourite snacks too so we can have them while we watch a Christmas film and bake cookies. I was going to surprise you with all this on Christmas eve but I figured you needed it now. I hope you like it" he said as he planted a soft kiss to your forehead before smiling hopefully at you.

"I love it baby thank you so much, this is the best Christmas present I've ever had" you said with a big smile as you peppered kisses all over his face, hugging him tightly.

He hugged you tighter bringing your head to rest on his chest as he whispered in your ear "you're not alone love you'll never be. old traditions or new ones, we can do them both together and I'm grateful to make new memories with you"

And that's just what you both did, having the best Christmas you've ever had.

[kitasgloves]

hi :3

about semi. i was thinking about him being a musician and reader loves music as well but doesn’t work in that, she just loves to sing and play piano but as an hobby and at home. one day reader goes to one of his shows and sings along with the band, it happens that some of the songs semi could hear the fans singing with them and the girl in front of him called his attentions. after the show he tried to find the girl (reader) but he couldn’t. some days later he found out she works as a nurse at same hospital that shirabu works.

idk, this is just an idea that i got. if you don’t want to write about it it’s okay ‹𝟹

Sing for Me

— ♬ The famous musician Semi Eita spots you in the crowd and feels his heart get captured by your singing. He wonders how would you sound like if you were singing his name instead.

— ♬ Musician! Semi Eita x Reader, SFW, female reader, 1.9k words, no beta

— ♬ hello love, i'm so sorry this request was late :,) i hope you love it <33

Your nerves were all over the place when you clutched your first concert ticket to your favorite band. You recently finished squealing and running all over the room, you even Facetimed with your friends only to gush about how thrilled you are to go to the concert that Friday evening. The timing couldn't be more perfect considering your shift at the hospital you worked in ended at five and you have an hour to get to the venue.

During the remaining days, you were giddy. The smile on your face was resilient and you kept humming songs while you did mundane tasks during work hours. You find it impossible to contain your excitement when you're about to see your favorite band perform for the first time. You've only listened and watched them perform through the radios and screens, the experience of seeing them play live wouldn't even compare to anything you could imagine. Especially, you get to have the privilege of hearing Semi Eita sing in person.

You swooned and sighed. The charming rock star Semi Eita captured your heart when you heard him through a bar's speaker one time during college. Ever since then, he's been your favorite musician. You've sung countless songs by him on your piano at home that you're certain your family is sick of you. There was something irresistible about his voice that beckoned everyone in the crowd to sing with their heart out.

The weekdays have passed with a breeze, you were naturally patient albeit excited for Friday. Your co-workers remarked how you were rushing to get your tasks done around the hospital, some laughed and teased you for being a teenage fangirl. One of the doctors you're friends with, Shirabu Kenjiro, rolled his eyes at you

"His songs aren't even that good"

You turn to him with a dark glare and he freezes on his spot, he takes a mental note not to repeat that, ever again. Eventually, you clocked out after your shift and hurried home to prepare. You had to look your best for your first concert ever! So, you adorned yourself with your most stylish outfit and strategically did your makeup.

You arrived at the venue thirty minutes early, there were already people swarming around. Your heart thumped with nervousness as you looked at the people with their respective groups, but you smiled when you noticed how excited they were to see the band play live. One of the groups was friendly enough to invite you over to their group and have a little chat and even exchange contacts.

When the lights went dim and the band members began walking on stage one by one, you believed you were the first to scream. The audience begins to chant but completely loses it when the frontman of the band, Semi Eita, walks in. There was a dashing smile on his face as he looked at the crowd, everyone, especially you, felt their knees go weak.

"Wow, a lot of people here tonight, ey?"

Semi chuckles through the microphone and the audience falls into a series of squeals (yours were probably one of the loudest). When the drummer starts the beat and the guitars and bass follow, the crowd goes wild. Semi flawlessly sings the first song of the lineup and immediately, everyone begins to sing along. You're convinced that the musician is some sort of siren, enchanting everyone who hears him to sing with him.

Tears were gathering in your lashline while you sang along to the songs with all the passion you could muster. You used to sing along to them in your home but now you're singing with them live. You feel like you could pass away peacefully. You were by the barricade near the stage and you could see the band perform in all their glory. But all you're focused on was Semi. His two-toned hair and dark outfit, coupled with his smudged eyeliner had your heart near cardiac arrest. God, he was handsome.

The band was about to perform the last track on their lineup, and the crowd didn't disappoint with the consistent cheers. You feel like your voice is about to break from screaming and singing too much. But you pushed through just to sing along to the last song.

Semi Eita eyed the audience with particular interest. It never fails to make his heart swell with delight and pride to see everyone singing the songs he made with passion. However, what he didn't expect to find in the crowd was a girl with her cheeks flushed with pink and her voice was astonishingly louder than the rest of the crowd. The musician's heart skips several beats. His eyes were glued to her figure within the sea of people, he watched her sing along to him with emotion that was enough to make him speechless. Semi's voice wavered as he missed a couple of chords while playing his guitar. He couldn't hear his voice through the massive speakers anymore, all he could hear was you.

The musician wondered how would it feel like to hear your voice sing his name instead. Shit, he's dying to get yours. You were beyond captivating and you've succeeded in capturing both his attention and heart. The way you looked at him during the entirety of the last song made his skin feel so hot. Fortunately, nobody complains about his stuttering performance at the end of the song. He bowed down to the crowd along with his bandmates and thanked the audience for coming to the show.

Semi raced backstage and found one of the security personnel that was stationed in front of the barricade near the stage. He hastily asked them if they had seen you, and he described to them your appearance.

"Oh, she left with her group the moment you guys left the stage"

They replied. Semi bites back a curse as he stares at the emptying venue, his eyes can't spot you anywhere. He sighs heavily as he walks back to the dressing room with a dejected face. Weeks have gone by yet you haven't left the musican's mind. You've haunted his dreams with your voice and filled his daydreams with your flushed face and smile. Semi felt disappointed that he wasn't given the chance to get your name. He wanted to shake your hand, tell you how beautiful you were singing, or possibly ask you out. Semi buried his face against his hands and groaned. Why does he fall so easily?

You couldn't stop blabbering to your friends and family about your experience during your first concert It was spectacular and you got to know new people too! It was an experience you won't forget. Currently, you're back at work assisting Shirabu with a patient. You took your lunch break after that. Shirabu returned to his office to finish his remaining paperwork when he received an unexpected phone call from his upperclassman back at high school. He raised a brow and answered the call.

"Hello?"

"Hey, are you free this weekend? Tendou wants to have a night out with the Shiratorizawa alumni"

"Hm, I'm not sure. He's back in Japan?"

"Yeah, he wanted to see us"

"Heard you had a concert at our city, Semi"

Shirabu hears Semi chuckle on the other line.

"Let me guess, you didn't attend?"

"No, I hate your music"

"Liar. Anyways, I wanted to tell you something"

The doctor places the call on speaker and settles his phone on his table as he continues his paperwork. Shirabu was planning on letting Semi yap while he listened half-heartedly.

"There's this girl I saw during our concert. She looked so...fascinating. Somehow, I could hear her voice amongst the crowd"

"Uh-huh...and what did she look like?"

Shirabu rolled his eyes and skimmed through his paperwork, he couldn't care less what Semi was about to play next.

"Um...she's got this stylish outfit on with fantastic makeup. She has [Hair color] hair and [Eye color] eyes"

Semi describes on the other line, dreamily. Shirabu pauses and puts down his papers. He furrowed his eyebrows and leaned back on his chair. The girl Semi was describing seemed familiar. Suddenly, there's a knock on the door, and your head peeks in.

"We need you in room 505"

You told him urgently before closing the door. Shirabu picks up his phone.

"I'll call you later, I'm back on duty"

"Okay, dude"

It was when Shirabu reached the elevator that he realized that the girl Semi was describing was you. He shakes his head with a smirk when he reaches for his phone to text Semi and tell him his dream girl is working at his hospital. On the other side of the city, Semi almost drops his drink when he receives Shirabu's text. You were a nurse working at the same hospital that Shirabu worked at! Talk about luck and coincidence. Immediately, Semi types back a response with an excited look on his features.

Finally, your grueling shift was over, and you were prepared to pass out at home but Shirabu waved his hand over to you before you left the building. You crossed your arms and groaned.

"What the hell is it Kenjiro? You know my shift is over"

"Wait at the hospital entrance for five minutes, you'll thank me later"

You watched with puzzlement as Shirabu walked away. What kind of cryptic command is that? You frowned and decided to do it since it aroused your curiosity. It was dark outside the hospital entrance as you waited as instructed. A few minutes later, a figure gently approaches you. With your squinted eyes, you try to identify them. They don't look like any of your friends. The stranger looked like a man with a tall build. He's wearing a dark hoodie and charcoal pants. He could pass off as a thief if it wasn't for the colorful bouquet in his hands. As he got closer, your heart came to a screeching halt with the realization of his identity.

"Semi Eita?!"

Semi stops a few feet in front of you to place a finger on his lips, signaling you to be quiet. You blushed and slapped a hand against your lips. He gives you a timid smile and takes off his hood.

"Hi"

"He-hello"

"You're [Name], right?"

"Yes"

The musician takes a step closer to hand you the flowers, you are equally confused and flustered by the gesture.

"What are these for?"

"Oh, well...I saw you during our concert a few weeks ago and you just caught my eye"

You think the lights were playing tricks at you because you see a hint of red on Semi's face.

"And...and I couldn't stop thinking about you. I liked hearing you sing along with me, your voice sounds beautiful"

"Oh my god, thank you! This is a lot coming from you out of all people"

You smile and the musician melts then and there. Your heartbeat races with the compliment as you clutch the bouquet close to your chest. Semi takes another step forward until he is close enough to reach for you.

"I couldn't find you after the show but thankfully an old friend told me you worked here"

"Oh, Shirabu! I didn't know you two were old pals"

You chuckled as you connected the dots. You took a mental note to thank that grumpy doctor later.

"So, [Name], I was wondering if you're interested in going out for dinner tonight"

"I would love to, Eita!"

You couldn't believe your lucky stars when Semi offered you his arm for you to take. You squealed internally as you linked arms with the famous musician on the way to his car. Semi's heart flutters at the sound of his given name leaving your lips, it sounds like a melody he's never heard before. The musician smiles as he feels your warm presence next to him, he'd like for you to sing his name more.

©kitasgloves (do not steal or copy)

[galway-girlatwork]

Airwaves

Fandom: The Last of Us-AU-No outbreak.

Rating: Mature-There is SO much fluff. It's a love story wrapped in music. I don't care how cheesy anyone thinks it is. I needed fluff after all the angst I write. Every song in the story has a link to Spotify.

Central Characters: Joel, Tommy, Sarah, Ellie and Maggie (Original Female Character)

Central Relationship: Joel and Maggie

Word Count: 4,301

AO3

Please do not copy my work. If you liked it, please re-blog and tag me. Please do not steal the mood board, it was a gift and stealing is just WRONG. I do not give permission to copy, translate, or post my work to any other platform.

This was inspired by the brain rot I constantly have and an awesome mood board by Aly, @iamasaddie, who prayed for me and the enormous amount of WIP’s I have. Thanks Aly.

Music Inspiration:

Silent Lucidity- Queensrÿche

Airwaves

The radio crackled to life as Joel turned the dial in his truck, the familiar voice of Maggie, the local DJ, filled the cab, smooth, warm, and full of energy, a hint of mischief that always made him smile, even after the longest of days.

“Alright, folks, this next one’s a request from Joel for his two little rock stars, Sarah and Ellie. Here’s Dancing in the Moonlight by King Harvest. Keep dancing, girls!”

Chuckling, shaking his head wondering how Maggie had a way of making every request sound like it came straight from her heart. Sarah, his ten-year-old, loved dancing in the living room, twirling Ellie along until they both collapsed on the couch in giggles and Maggie played the perfect soundtrack to their evenings, even if she didn’t know it.

Pulling into the driveway, he parked next to Tommy’s old truck, waiting for a commercial before getting out. When he opened the front door, the scent of fresh pizza wafted out, the girls running to greet him.

“Dad! Did you hear? Maggie played our song!” Sarah beamed, dark curls bouncing.

“I heard. Y’all thank Uncle Tommy for bringing dinner?” Joel asked, setting his stuff on the kitchen counter.

Ellie, only eight, grinned wide. “Thanks, Uncle Tommy!”

Giving his brother a nod of gratitude before the girls pulled him to the couch, pizza boxes were opened and plates handed out, the radio played softly in the background when Maggie’s voice returned after the song, this time with a track she had picked.

“This one’s for Joel. He said to surprise him, so I went with one of my all-time favorites, Crazy on You by Heart. Enjoy!”

Joel froze for a moment, before leaning back, a crooked smile tugging at his lips. “She’s got good taste.” Later that night, the girls tucked into bed, house quiet, Joel sat on the worn recliner in the living room. The faint hum of the radio was his only companion as he sipped on a cold beer. Maggie’s voice came through again, and this time it was softer, more personal.

“Alright, night owls, I’ve got a couple more songs before we wrap things up. But first, I wanna give a shout-out to one of my regulars. Joel, I know you’re listening. Thanks for trusting me to pick a song for you tonight. Here’s hoping it hit the mark.”

His heart did a funny little flip, something that hadn’t happened in a long time. He shook his head, muttering to himself. “You’re ridiculous, Miller.” Still, he couldn’t stop the grin that spread across his face.

The next day at work, Tommy caught him humming Crazy on You while laying down beams for a new deck.

“You got somethin’ stuck in your head, or you finally thinkin’ about joining a band?” Tommy teased, leaning on a post.

Joel rolled his eyes. “Not joinin’ a band, just... Maggie played it last night. She’s got good taste.”

Tommy smirked. “Ah, Maggie. Ya know ya talk about her more than ya talk about anyone else. When you gonna do somethin’ about it?”

He shot him a warning look. “Do what? She doesn’t even know me.”

“She knows your voice,” Tommy pointed out. “And from what you’ve said, sounds like she likes hearin’ it.”

“Whatever.” But he didn’t argue. By now, his nightly calls to the station were as much a part of his routine as putting the girls to bed.

That evening, after finishing dinner and a board game with Sarah and Ellie, Joel sat down with the phone in hand, the girls in their pajamas, curled up on the couch, waiting for him to make the call.

“Hi, Maggie. It’s Joel,” he said when she picked up. Her voice was just as warm off the air as it was on.

“Hey Joel! What can I do for you tonight? Got another request for the girls?”

“Actually, yeah. Sarah’s been hummin’ Brown Eyed Girl all week. Think you can fit it in?”

“For you? Always,” Maggie replied, and he swore he could hear the smile in her voice. “And what about you, Joel? What’s your request?”

He hesitated, eyes closing for a second, “Surprise me again. You’ve got good taste.”

Laughing softly. “You’re giving me a lot of trust here. Alright, Joel. Tune in. This one’s just for you.”

After hanging up, Joel sat back with the girls, waiting for the song. When Maggie came on, her words carried a little extra something tonight.

“This next one is a classic, but it’s also got a bit of soul. Joel, I think you’ll like it. Here’s Bad Company.”

Joel closed his eyes again as the first chords played, letting the music wash over him. He knew that it was probably all for show, she was a DJ and that is what she did, right? Make everyone feel like she was talking to just them. Yea he was losin it.

Over the following weeks, his nightly calls became a cherished ritual for her. She found herself looking forward to hearing his voice, intrigued by the man who clearly adored his daughters and had a deep appreciation for music. She began teasing him on-air, voice playful as she introduced his requests.

“Alright, everyone, you know the drill. This goes out to my regular caller, Joel. He called earlier for his girls and asked for another surprise song so here’s Silent Lucidity by Queensryche.”

Joel listened with a faint smile, not noticing the looks he was getting from the girls.

“She likes you, Dad,” Sarah declared as they listened together.

Shaking his head as Sarah climbed up on the couch, settling down next to him. “She’s just doin her job and bein friendly.”

Ellie, who’d always been the more serious of the two, shook her head. “Dad she always sounds happy when she talks about you.”

He couldn’t deny how Maggie’s attention made him feel. Her laughter, her playful comments, and the music she chose—it all felt personal, like she’d found a way to reach into his life and he knew it was the craziest thought he could have had as he got the girls ready for bed.

For Maggie, Joel was becoming more than just a regular caller. She’d started to wonder about the man behind the voice. Was he as ruggedly kind as he sounded? What did he look like when he smiled? The mystery only made their nightly interactions more interesting, knowing the single dad with two girls who loved music just as much as he did.

One evening, Joel called the station as usual but this time, she had a surprise for him. “Hey, Joel,” she said warmly. “I’ve got something different for you tonight.”

“Oh yeah? What’s that?” he asked, curious.

“Well,” she began, a hint of shyness in her tone, “the station’s hosting a live event this Saturday at Grady’s Bar downtown. I’m doing a set, and chatting with folks. If you’re around, maybe you can swing by.”

He froze, phone pressed tightly to his ear, not expecting this. “Uh... yeah, maybe. Um I can see if I can get someone to watch the girls.”

Smiling on the other end of the line she doodled on a notepad, wondering what the fuck she was thinking. She’d never asked any listener, personally, to come to an event. “No pressure. But if you do come, it’d be nice to finally meet you. Gotta go but the last song of the night, it’s for you. Night Joel.”

Hanging up, sliding the headphones back on, she took a deep breath. “All right everyone, my times up tonight, you’ve got Crystal coming up to get you through the witching hour but this last song for tonight goes out to Joel and his girls. Be safe out there. Here’s a little Patty Griffin to get you through.”

When Saturday rolled around, Joel found himself nervously adjusting his shirt in the mirror. Tommy had offered to babysit, smirking as he shoved Joel out the door with a teasing smile. Grady’s Bar was lively, the music loud but not overwhelming. When he walked in, he noticed Maggie’s booth was set up in the corner, records spread out in neat stacks, noticing she wore a vintage Doors t-shirt and jeans, hair pulled back in a messy ponytail. She was not what he was expecting, realizing that it was her voice that captivated him, not what she could look like. He hesitated for a moment before walking over. “Maggie?”

He wasn’t what she’d expected but in the best way. Tall, broad-shouldered, with a quiet confidence and beautiful brown eyes. When he smiled, it was lopsided and a little shy, feeling her heart skip a beat, possibly two. “Joel?”

He chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “Yea. You seem busy.”

“Never too busy for my favorite caller,” Maggie teased, motioning for him to sit. “Order anything you want to drink, it’s on me.”

Joel shook his head, smiling. “Naw you ain’t gotta do that.” When the waitress came by, he let Maggie order first, before letting the server know he’d have a Shiner Bock. They talked for hours, Maggie occasionally ducking away to adjust a track or chat with other attendees, but always returning to him. They shared stories about work, favorite songs, and by the end of the night, he felt like he’d known her forever. As he stood to leave, Maggie slipped a CD into his hands, a copy of Queensryche.

“For your collection,” she said softly. “And maybe... a reason to call me tomorrow.”

Grinning, tucking the CD into his jacket pocket. “You don’t need to give me a reason. I’ll be callin in tomorrow.” Leaving the bar that night with the CD now on the seat next to him, what got him the most was the way Maggie had smiled at him—as if she’d been waiting for him all along. He couldn’t shake the warmth he felt just sitting with her, her laughter, and the way her eyes lit up when they talked about music.

Back home, Tommy smirked as Joel walked in, his good mood evident.

“So? How’d it go?”

Setting the CD on the counter, avoiding his brother’s gaze. “Went fine. We talked. She’s nice.”

Tommy barked a laugh. “Nice? That’s all you’ve got? Come on, Joel, don’t play dumb. You like her.”

Joel shrugged, his lips twitching into a reluctant smile. “Yeah, I do.”

Over the next few weeks, their nightly calls became something more. Maggie would stay on the line a little longer before playing his requests, asking about his day or teasing him about the girls. He found himself opening up in a way he hadn’t in years, telling her stories about Sarah’s fierce independence or Ellie’s knack for making him laugh.

“Sounds like they keep you on your toes. You’re a good dad, Joel,” Maggie said one night, voice soft over the line. “Girls are lucky to have you.”

Feeling a lump in his throat, not expecting to get compliments like that but hearing it from Maggie meant more than he could explain. “Thanks,” he murmured. “That means a lot.”

Meanwhile, Maggie found herself looking forward to Joel’s calls more than anything else in her day. There was something grounding about him, the way he spoke, steady and calm, with just enough humor to make her laugh. She could picture him easily now, the rough edges of his hands, the warmth in his eyes, the way his smile crinkled at the corners, the scruff of his beard.

“Evening listeners, that last song was a request from April and I hope it got her and her friends in the mood for her birthday dinner. Happy Birthday April. Alright, everyone, it’s time for another live event. This Sunday, we’re doing an outdoor set at Centennial Park. There’ll be music, food trucks, and lots of great company. Bring the family, and come say hi!”

“Dad, we have to go!” Sarah said, practically bouncing. “Maggie’s gonna be there!”

“Yeah! We wanna meet her!” Ellie chimed in; her eyes bright.

He hesitated when he heard the broadcast. Taking the girls to a public event wasn’t something he did often. But Sarah and Ellie, having overheard the announcement, were already buzzing with excitement. Sighing, knowing he couldn’t say no. “Alright, alright. We’ll go.”

That Sunday, the park was bustling with activity, her booth set up near the stage, where live music would happen throughout the day, she’d just started a song, the oversized headphones slung around her neck. Looking up, she spotted Joel almost immediately, grin widening when she saw Sarah and Ellie at his side. “You made it!” she called, waving them over.

The girls ran ahead, their excitement bubbling over, he hung back just a little, watching as she crouched down to their level, introducing herself, asking them about their favorite songs, before handing them huge bubble wands, a soft smile tugging at his lips. Maggie was even better with the kids than he’d imagined—patient, funny, and genuinely interested in what they had to say.

When she stood, he rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly not sure what to think of the whole situation. “Thanks for inviting us. The girls were real excited.”

“I’m glad you came. It’s nice to finally meet the girls who have such a large love for music. You know they’re just like you described.” She knew in that instant that it was all over for her. She was falling so hard for him, she didn’t know what the next step was, having been out of the dating scene for years.

For the rest of the afternoon, they lingered near her booth, the girls dancing to the music while they talked, stuffing themselves with corn dogs, funnel cake and lemonade. By the time the event wound down, she realized she didn’t want the day to end.

As they were leaving, she slipped a small piece of paper into his hand. “Call me,” she said with a smile. “Outside the station.”

Joel looked down at the number scribbled in Maggie’s neat handwriting, heart thudding in his chest. “I will,” he promised.

As sat on the back porch, the girls passed out on the couch after crashing from adrenaline and sugar levels bottoming out, he thumbed the piece of paper before he called her. It would be just them, no music in the background, no audience listening in.

“I wasn’t sure you’d actually call,” she teased when she picked up.

Chuckling softly. “Thought about waitin’ a day, but found I couldn’t.”

“Glad you couldn’t,” almost sure her smile was audible. “So, how are Sarah and Ellie? They seemed like they had a blast today.”

“Talked about you the whole way home,” Joel said. “Already askin if we can listen to your show tomorrow night but today caught up the minute we hit the road. Both sleepin now.”

“They’re sweet kids, Joel. You’ve done a good job with them.”

“Thanks. Been hard bein a single dad.”

The conversation stretched long into the night, covering everything from childhood memories to favorite concerts. By the time they hung up, he realized he hadn’t felt this comfortable or this hopeful in years.

A week later, he finally worked up the nerve to ask her out during one of their late-night conversations. “Hey I was wonderin if you wanted to have dinner this Friday, say 6? I know this diner, they got good food, good music.”

“Love to. Meet you there?”

“Alright. See you then.”

When Friday rolled around, he was more nervous than he wanted to admit to anyone including Tommy, who agreed to watch the girls again but making sure he gave Joel a teasing pat on the back as he left.

“Don’t mess up, big brother.”

The diner was cozy, not yet packed with other couples doing the Friday night date thing, a jukebox in the corner and a menu full of comfort food. She was already there, leg bouncing when he arrived. It took her an hour to decide what to wear, going with a faded jean jacket over a simple dress, smiling when she saw him.

“You clean up nice,” she said, standing to greet him.

Joel grinned. “You look great, too.” Sliding back into the booth, the conversation began flowing as she teased him about his preference for older music, while he learned she loved not only the older music but the newer, more eclectic stuff she played.

When the jukebox came to life, Maggie raised an eyebrow, small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, “Silent Lucidity?”

“Recently become a favorite.”

By the end of the night, she couldn’t stop smiling. As they walked to their cars, she leaned against hers, hands tucked into her pockets, night air a little heavy with humidity. She couldn’t help but replay the moments over dinner and the way her chest felt tight every time he smiled at her. “This was fun, Joel. I’d like to do it again.”

“Yeah,” he said, his voice soft. “I’d like that too.” Moving towards her, rough callused hands cupped both of her cheeks, tilting her head back, a beat of silence, a moment between them, noticing her eyes briefly dropping to his mouth, the action giving him unspoken permission as hands moved to gently rest on the swell of her hips. Leaning in, lips capturing hers, tender at first, cautious as though he would wake up and it was all just a figment of imagination.

She responded instantly, lips moving against his as she pulled her hands free, fingers now curling into his jacket to pull him even closer, deepening the kiss, confidence growing as she leaned into him, feeling a hand slide up to cradle the back of her head while his thumb brushed over her hip bone. When they finally broke apart, breaths mingling in the night air, cheeks flushed, she looked up at him, noticing the way he stared into her eyes, his name a breathless whisper.

Resting his forehead lightly against hers, he closed his eyes, wanting to remember how sweet she tasted. His hand was still at her neck, as if he wasn’t quite ready to let her go. "I’d like to do that again."

Leaning up to press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Then you better call me tomorrow."

“I will.”

Over the next few months, the connection between them deepened, finding small ways to fit into each other’s lives. She joined Joel and the girls for dinner, bringing all different kinds of CD’s for music nights, while he sometimes surprised her at the station with coffee during late shifts. She adored Sarah and Ellie, who often dragged her into vicious games of Monopoly, Go Fish and Uno, in which they were absolutely lethal. The trio was quickly becoming a fixture in her life.

They were sitting on her couch after having a movie date at her place, sharing a bowl of popcorn while the credits played in the background. Glancing up at him, before resting her head resting on his shoulder.

“You ever think about what’s next?” she asked.

Joel tilted his head. “What do you mean?”

She hesitated, then said, “This. Us. I know it’s still new, but... I care about you, Joel and the girls.”

Setting the bowl down, he turned to face her. “Maggie, don’t you know how special you are to me? To all of us? I, we, care about you too, more than I’ve been good at sayin’.”

Breath came out in a deep sigh, relief settling in, “I just needed to know.”

Leaning in, he kissed her, slow and deliberate and when he ended it, her forehead against his. “I can’t imagine anyone else I’d want in my life right now but you.”

Her presence in his life quickly became something he couldn’t imagine going without. She blended seamlessly into his little family, not just as someone he cared about but as a meaningful person in the girls’ lives.

He came home from work one Saturday, finding the three of them in the kitchen baking. Flour was everywhere, Ellie’s lips held chocolate at the corners while Sarah was methodically measuring sugar under Maggie’s supervision. Leaning against the counter, arms crossed, he watched chaos unfold.

“You’re really brave takin’ this on,” he said, smirking as Ellie tried to sneak a spoonful of dough.

Laughing, cheeks slightly pink from the warmth of the oven, she shrugged her shoulders. “Figured it was time to show the girls I can do more than play music.”

Stepping close, brushing a streak of flour off her cheek. “I think you’re doin’ just fine.”

Smiling up at him, is when it slammed full force into her body and soul. She was in love with Joel Miller. She wasn’t sure what to do with this feeling that blossomed deep within the confines of her chest, the words never spoken by either of them. Distracted by thoughts, she wasn’t paying attention to the surroundings until Ellie screamed cookies, that she swore out loud pulling a burnt tray of cookies from the oven. “Sorry girls. Good thing I brought enough stuff for us to make up for it.”

He knew in that instant that something wasn’t right. She never swore in front of the girls, even though he knew she had the mouth of a truck driver, hearing her road rage more than once while they were on the phone. She looked distracted, defeated, shoulders slumping just a little, like her heart was no longer in the moment. He didn’t say anything until later that night, after the girls were in bed. “Hey, you okay? You’ve been off since this afternoon.”

“Yea, I’m fine. Just tired I guess. I gotta head to the station. Got the graveyard tonight.” Kissing his cheek, she grabbed her purse and practically ran out the door. It wasn’t until she was sitting at the station, queuing up the next five tracks that she felt like she could breathe normally. “All right all you night owls, I am taking us all the way back to 1961 with a classic by Elvis. So, grab that special someone, hold them close in silent lucidity and tell em how you feel.” As the first few notes of “Can’t Help Falling In Love” came through her headphones, she slipped them off, biting her nails, wondering if Joel was listening since it was past midnight.

Sitting up in bed, back against the headboard, he listened to her, voice lower than normal, sounding almost wounded as she went through her set. It was just after midnight when her voice filled his room, talking about Elvis and the song from the CD she’d given him. That’s when it clicked for him. Grabbing his phone from the nightstand, he dialed her number, not the station, waiting for her to pick up.

“Hey, didn’t think you’d be awake.”

“Wanted to listen for a little while before I went to sleep. Maggie, the song you’re playin and the reference…”

“I love you Joel. I don’t know when or how but it just…I realized it this afternoon at the house. I love you. Been in love with you and…”

“Maggie take a breath…I love you too. Think I have been since you played that first song for the girls. Look I know you’re busy at work but I want to talk. Can you come by the house tomorrow?”

“Yea.”

“Play our song?”

“Of course.”

“Wait how do you know what song I’m talking about?”

“Trust me, I just do. Night Joel.” Hanging up, she knew she had to have had the stupidest grin on her face and she didn’t give a flying fuck. She didn’t care if their relationship was cliché and cheesy. She fell in love with him, he fell in love with her and maybe, just maybe there could be a future there. “Well thanks to all my listeners for letting me go down memory lane with that one. Next up is Silent Lucidity by Queensrÿche and then I’ve got a little classic rock comin your way with Boston, The Stones, Aerosmith and Black Sabbath. Stay safe out there.”

A year later, he surprised her with a somewhat quiet dinner at the house. He’d cooked, which involved grilling, all of them sitting at the table, the girls going a mile a minute. Chaos ensued afterwards, with a movie, popcorn scattered everywhere, Maggie offering to clean up while he put the girls to bed. When he came down the stairs, he took her hand in his, leading her out into the backyard, where the record player was set up in the backyard under strands of lights Tommy had helped him hang.

“Joel this is beautiful.”

“Thought I’d do somethin nice.”

Swaying to the music, laughter filling the space between them as they talked, fingers laced together, she kissed the span of skin showing at the base of his throat. “I love you.”

“Maggie,” he began, voice steady but full of emotion, “you walked into my life when I didn’t even know how much I needed you. You’ve made me and the girls so happy. I can’t imagine any of this without you. Marry me?”

Whoa. Wait. What? Pulling away from him, she looked up at him, eyes searching his. “Are you serious?” Watching as he fumbled to pull a ring from the pocket of his jeans.

“Yes, I’m serious Maggie May, marry me.”

“Yes, Joel, yes and yes.”

Just then both girls burst out from behind the sliding door, giggling as they tackled both of them in a hug, all of them now laying in the grass, laughing, both of them knowing it was going to be a chaotic mess until their dying days.

[how-serene]

Anon cause I can't ask from my sideblog, I've never requested anything before but here we go, I couldn't decide so here's a few to choose from, I hope any of these inspire you~

'If you won't take care of yourself, then who will?' - Abner or Bob, dealer's choice

'How is it you're never scared?' - Johnson, I adore the way you write him~

'Don't we deserve to be happy?' - dealer's choice :3c

'Don't you know what you mean to me?' - this one is a longshot but Simon Lynch if you've ever seen his episode

Choice

Pairing - Johnson (Reprisal) x Neutral!Reader

Summary - You ask Johnson a question that's been weighing on you for a while now.

Word Count - 715

Warnings - slightest bit of angst

A/N - Sorry for the lame ass title. I decided to go with Johnson's prompt as I've been feeling very inspired by him lately. Thank you!

July’s summer air was muggy, the humidity sticking to the crevices of your skin. Crickets, and the other sounds of insects surrounded you. The car headlights split between the overwhelming darkness of the field, illuminating on you and Johnson. His arm supported the back of your head, as you snuggled into his side. The worn quilt beneath you two acted as a barrier from the harsh dried patches of grass. 

Up above, a cluster of stars against a black sheet twinkled down at you. Music poured from the portable radio propped up on the hood of the car, the singer unknown to your ears. Yet it was soft and lovely, their voice tugging at the loose threads of your heart. 

Johnson sighed, shifting his body closer to yours. Your hand rested flat against his chest, toying with one of the many sleek black buttons on his shirt. He was speaking about Matty, and Ethan. Something had gone wrong, a run-in that ended poorly (for the others). 

“How is it you’re never scared?” You asked, voice quiet against the night. 

He briefly glanced down at you, sensing the worry in your tone. “What do you mean, darlin?” 

You sighed, moving to sit up and properly face him. His hands tried coaxing you back into his side, your sudden absence leaving a cold gap of space. 

“You’ve been a Phoenix since I met you, Johnson.” You explained, crossing your legs. “And probably longer than that. You talk about things going wrong, run-ins and fights, like it's another Tuesday.” His eyes (as dark as the sky above you) watched, puzzled by your words. 

“God, I imagine it’s probably terrifying sometimes.” You said, staring down at your lap. The question had sat on your tongue for weeks, almost too heavy to hold. It felt almost silly to fret over Johnson’s well-being like this. He alway assured you things were fine, and you expected to hear those same words now. 

Only you didn’t.

“I’ve been a Phoenix for years now.” He confessed, mulling over your question. “Everything about that life sort of becomes second nature to you.” A thought crossed his eyes, quickly diminished as he sucked a breath of air through his teeth. You could see the chips in his stone-faced facade, wanting to come undone around you. 

“I guess to an outsider, it is pretty terrifying.” Johnson continued, eyes looking up at the sky.

“So, it never scares you, at all?” You asked again, knee brushing against his hip. He exhaled, craning his neck to look up at you. His hand found your thigh, where he subconsciously ran his thumb over the jean material. 

“Sometimes.” He whispered, as if it were a secret. 

You felt your heart splinter, as the shimmering of the stars got caught in his pupils. The ballad of some song filtering through the radio filled the gap of silence. About some singer detailing the woes of life, and the hardships he had to overcome. The sharp chirpings of the crickets cut through the music though, nearly deafening. 

Without another word, you crawled back into his arms, where they warmly engulfed you. He nuzzled the side of your face, a kiss (as faint as the wind) left upon your temple. His hands greedily welcomed you, pressing you into his side as if trying to mold your figure into his. 

“I chose this life of a Phoenix.” He said, lifting your hand to pepper kisses across the knuckle. “It’s the only life I got, and it’s alright for what it is.” 

You nodded, as if you understood. Perhaps a small part of you did, somewhere. We’re told we never get to choose our families. But you did, slowly along the way. Sure, people filtered in and out of your life, as they do. But it was beautiful to have a choice altogether, on who you can love. You wondered where you stood though, in-between the family of Phoenix’s and Johnson. If maybe, you held some significance somewhere in-between those two lives. The possibility of there being no gravity to your presences in Johnson’s life sat like a bowling ball in your stomach. 

You searched the sky for an answer, but the stars only winked, providing none. 

Was the choice of love still beautiful if it hurt? 

[unactivewaspsfics]

Hi, I saw that you were open for OW requests and was wondering if it was okay to request Hanzo with an introverted s/o? They like to relax at home more instead of going to parties and having a quiet life. Only going out sometimes for dinner or a movie/museum. How would their relationship start and how would he show affection? Thank you in advance! <3

Insecure Connection

A/N: RAHHHH TY FOR MY FIRST REQUEST <33 I tried my best and I do really hope you enjoy it anon! I haven't written for Hanzo or Requests so if I messed up don't feel scared to tell me where I messed up at! I put so much love into this omg </3 ALSO, if there isn't a said gender in a request I will try to not give any specified gender :) Ily and enjoy reading :D.

Pairing: Hanzo Shimada X Introverted S/O

Word Count: 1,195 words

How You Met / How Your Relationship Started:

Okay, so I feel like Hanzo would 100% of met you at an Aquarium, more specifically in the jellyfish exhibit. Hardly anyone is in there because of the dark but he admires the shapes, sizes, and the jellyfish themselves as they glow.

You saw he was, basically, the only other person there so you decided to join next to him and view The Box Jellyfish they had in a giant tank in the center of the exhibit. The two of you stood next to each other for, at least, 4 minutes. Each of you giving the other brief glances.

Hanzo took a deep breath, sensing how awkward this moment was, and decided to ask you, “So, which Jellyfish is your favorite?”. You smiled, replying with your favorite jellyfish, which the exhibit didn't have. You explained for a moment how you came all this way for a Jellyfish that wasn't even there. Hanzo nodded his head in agreement, replying with "I am so sorry... There must have been another reason you came here?".

You nodded, giving a small laugh before saying how when you were stressed, going to places like this would help calm you down. It was a kind of haven, no one really to bother you and it wasn't so overwhelming your social battery would go down quickly.

Hanzo agreed. "Social spaces also make me... anxious in a sense. I can't always be in them for too long. I am glad you understand what I go through." This interaction was the start of your friendship.

The two of you would spend the rest of the aquarium visit together, commenting briefly on the ocean life and similar experiences you may have. You never realized how much you could connect with someone out of online experiences like the way the two of you connected at this moment!

By the end of the visit, the two of you decided to exchange numbers. The moment you got home you started to message Hanzo. He replied almost immediately. The more the two of you messaged, and sent memes (although he wasn't 100% how to send them or what they were at first), you guys hit it off! The cycle repeated for weeks on end until the messages started implying more hangouts.

You and Hanzo went to many little 'mini-dates' over the year after the aquarium. You visited bookstores, history and art museums, went to hidden lakes to swim, and even went on a week-trip to a cabin in the woods. That trip is where everything started to change between you two, more than it ever has.

During the first half of the week, it was filled with swimming, smores, movie nights, coffee morning, Hanzo teaching you how to shoot a bow while you taught him how to see constellations in the stars. It was like a dream to you and Hanzo.

It was one certain night though, the two of you sat outside next to the fire, the radio playing quiet music as nature also sang her song. Hanzo sitting right next to you on the only wooden bench at the cabin as the fire started to burn out.

"I just would like to tell you," he began, closing his eyes with a deep breath, and leaning back into the seat. "You have been one if not, the only person who understands me to an extent. I don't want us to ever... ever fade apart." You smiled, agreeing with him, noticing how nervous he seemed. You questioned Hanzo about it and he didn't reply, only opening his eyes and looking off into what was left of the fire.

"I have to say this but I would like it if we are able- if you want to officially be my partner... romantically, I mean." He said, clearing his throat through his pauses as he turned to you. Your confused look turned into a smile. You mentioned to him how you felt the same way, the same connection of an introvert finding their duo; their other half in a sense. Hanzo smiled. He smiled more than you could possibly handle.

You moved your hand to his cheek, cupping it as he did the same to you. He laughed under his breath, blowing you a small kiss with a wink. This caused you to move your hand and start laughing; both of you started to laugh harder. It was so sudden and out of character for him, you weren't expecting it! (He wasn't expecting himself to do that either.

"I am- so sorry dear," he said between laughter, calming his composure quickly. You told him it was 'okay, love', that night being the start of your relationship... officially, I mean.

How Hanzo shows his affection:

I believe he shows his affection for you mainly through small gifts, acts of service, and physical touch.

Regarding small gifts I mean stuff most people wouldn't really notice or care for, but you do. Before the two of you started to stay over at each other's places he would bring you your favorite flower every time you two saw each other after agreeing to start dating. Whether that be just meeting up for coffee, a mini-date, or even just hanging out at each other's homes.

You also started to notice that he would leave little notes behind with you whenever he stayed over at your house. The notes would have little cute poetry written on them, each one writing out a thing he loved about you. It was actually pretty cute, you kept every note he left.

The next affectionate thing he would do is acts of service. If it was to help you with shopping or cleaning your home he would be over to help when we could. He loved spending time with you, and even more if he could help you with something that you have pushed back for a while.

He also never minded buying you stuff you saw from stores online. You couldn't make comments about a jacket looking good without him buying it with quick shipping! Because of this, you started to have to remind him just because you say you might want something, it doesn't mean you want it. But you understood where Hanzo came from, he just wanted to make you happy and If that meant buying you stuff then that is what he has to do!

Finally, physical touch. He may not seem like it, but he is the kind of person to cuddle up on the couch or give you kisses on your shoulders or forehead. Even if you may not be a fan of it, he would respect it and hold back.

But come on, no way you could keep declining that face! When you allowed him to cuddle or hug you, kiss you, or even hold your hand, he cherished every moment of it. He would tighten his hold on you as you lay next to him on the bed, pushing his face into your shoulder and kissing it quietly with a hidden smile on his face. If you held hands he would squeeze your hand so firmly, rubbing his thumb on yours while he leaned more onto your body.

[lovelykil]

「 R&B n Chill 」

honestly this is a personal request lmao

cw; fluff

kyle x blk reader

Kyle and I sat in his car, sipping from our drinks as we listened to music from my playlist. The bass thumped through the car, making it vibrate slightly. I couldn't help but bop my head up and down to the addictive beat.

Kyle also bopped his head to the song matching my energy, smiling over at me as I danced in my seat. My eyes wandered towards him, I felt myself crack an embarrassed smile stopping my little dance to sip more of my drink. "Awh why you stop your little dance? This song is pretty good." He asked with a laugh.

I rolled my eyes playfully, "Yes TLC has made some good songs, also I stopped because you like to stare." I shifted in the seat. The song was coming to an end getting ready to play another one.

Kyle turned down the volume on his radio "I really like this genre of music I'm glad you showed me." He thanked, sitting back. I grinned "See I told you! This type of music is the best my dad would always blast this shit in the car I honestly never liked it that much but I guess I grew into it as I got older." I set my drink down into the cup holder.

"It makes me feel like I'm more with.. my culture I guess you could say. Since I'm black you know?" I looked over at him, he raised his eyebrow. "Well not necessarily, I'm not-"

"I didn't mean it like that stupid." I chuckled, slapping his arm. "Ohh I get it yeah." He smiled. I settled down looking over at the sky throughout the window, thinking to myself.

The sky was so beautiful tonight, the welkin was a dark shade of blue with its small sparkling bright stars to complement its pretty view. I knew somewhere up there my dad was looking down at me, hopefully smiling upon my behalf.

"Mm.. I miss him Kyle." I muttered softly, still looking up. Kyle watched me stare upon the atmosphere, he put his hand on my shoulder.

"I'm sure he's looking down at you, proud of you sweetheart." He spoke, his voice nice and sweet. I turned my head "Do you really think so?" I asked, a little doubtful. Kyle nodded, grabbing my hand. "Of course I do, you're a great daughter why wouldn't he be proud of what you've become now?"

I smiled sheepishly, looking down at our hands that were interlocked. "God you're so sappy thanks though." I placed a small kiss to his pale hand that was wrapped with mine. His cheeks grew a shade of pink as I set his hand down, "I don't mean too.. I'm just saying what's true.." He pouted.

"Oh no I don't mind when your sappy I mean I do.. but sometimes it makes you so attractive, like your vulnerable or something." I let go of his hand to grab his cheek. His face flushed some more as I grew closer.

"Also you look so cute in your glasses, you should wear them more." I tapped on his glasses with a giggle. He put his hand in my face, pushing me away from him "You're such a tease you know." He took off his glasses. I laughed in my seat. "Don't you enjoy that though?" I tilted my head, letting my curly hair fall down over my face a bit.

He stared at me before sighing "Shut up dumbass." I continued to laugh at the flushed teen, once I got calmed myself I sunk into my seat, hearing the radio.

It was one of my favorite songs 'Swing My Way' by K.P & Envyi. I nearly jumped trying to turn up the volume. "Oh my gosh I love this song-" I beamed, Kyle looked at the radio, his leg began to bounce to the rhythm. "Ohh this is catchy."

"It really is, it gives off late night driving vibes."

"Oh like right now?"

"Oh yeah you're right!" I laughed, looking at him, he snickered softly making me smile. His smile never failed to send butterflies down my stomach, I appreciate him so much honestly without him I don't know what I would be doing right now if I didn't meet him.

In the heat of the moment I crossed over to his side, placing myself on his lap he yelped, stunned from the sudden action "Well that was unexpected?" Kyle nervously had his hands up, looking at me. I smiled from his sudden awkward and nervous state, I brushed his cheek softly, my thumb caressing him.

"Sorry your lap just looked so lonely you know?" I teased with an innocent smile, my fingers ran across his soft lips. He seemed to get the gist to where this was going to go, his hands slowly set down on my waist, he smirked.

"Oh really?" he whispered, his tone sending a shiver down my spine. His hands felt around my torso, sending waves of sensation through my body. I couldn't help but grow weak under his touch, my mind raced with excitement and anticipation.

The small burst of confidence I had vanished, leaving me trembling with desire. But I knew what I wanted, and this was exactly where I wanted it to go. I nodded, slowly.

He let out a slight chuckle before putting a hand to my cheek "You want me to kiss now, don't you?"

I nodded again, smiling like an idiot. He rolled his eyes, grinning before connecting his lips with mine. My smile never faded once our lips touched, moving in sync slowly I was a nervous mess that even got him to smile.

As we giggled continuing to kiss, our hands caressed each other's faces while my favorite song played softly in the background. The peaceful night was uninterrupted, with only passing cars ignoring Kyle's car parked in the lot. The moonlight bathed us in a soft glow through the open window.

The radio played on into the night, setting the perfect mood for our romantic moment. It was as if everyone and everything had faded away, leaving only us in our own little world of love.

[darkmoongodess]

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[appetite4savage]

Raindrops and Road Trips (Joe Elliott)

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Joe fluff requested by @thiswatch-lepparddef-werehi 🫶🏻

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Y/N’s POV

“I can’t believe you talked me into driving to New York instead of just flying.” Joe shook his head, looking over to me and back at the road. He starts bopping his head to the rhythm of Highway Star as it plays on the radio.

“You know I have to keep you on your toes.” I smirked, squeezing his hand that has rested on my thigh for half of the drive.

Just as he’s about to make a snarky remark, the sky suddenly falls out. The road is no longer a clear path in front of us due to the raindrops piling up on the windshield. The once sunny array of light in front us is now a dark and cloudy mess.

“Babe, I have to pull over.” He says, pulling into the parking lot of a gas station that has long closed.

“Well, now what.” I ask as he moves the gearshift into park.

“We wait for the rain to calm down.”

“I have an idea! Let’s play song association.” I suggest.

“Alright, sure. We can pull words from the book you were reading.” He suggests, pointing to the half-read novel poking out of my bag.

I get it out, scouring the pages for a word. “Golden.”

“Golden Age of Rock N’ Roll.” He says proudly.

“Of course.” I giggle, rolling my eyes as I pass him the book. I should have expected that his first song pick would be by Mott.

“Saddle.”

“Back in the Saddle. Easy.”

“I knew I fell in love with you for a reason.”

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We got so into the game that we hardly realized that the skies had cleared around us.

“I think it’s cheating to use your own song, but whatever.”

“Hey, if it fits!” He shrugs dramatically. “Oh look! The storm passed.” He points at the sky.

“It did! No we can get back on the road.”

“I have the perfect tape for this.” He pulls out a single that has ‘On the Road Again’ written on it.

“You are such a dork.”

“A dork with excellent music taste. That’s why I was the clear winner of the game.” He says proudly.

“Oh what EVER!” I smack him on the shoulder. “It’s because you were picking impossible words like Lobster!”

“Don’t pout.” He pecks my pouting lips quickly before pulling out another tape. “Let me introduce you to this band called The B-52s, that have this great song called Rock Lobster. Then we can talk about how I won the game fair and square, baby.”

People warned me about dating a lead singer. Perhaps this is why….

[tweek-thoughts]

Tweek preforming in front of a large crowd and for the first time being super confident and in the zone meanwhile Craig is awe watching him with stars in his eyes

Thanks for the request!

Baby Grand

Summary:  Paul Simon once said; 'The nearer your destination, the more you're slip slidin' away' and Tweek felt that completely when it came to his relationship with Craig. It was almost as if he were wading through water. The closer he got to something...anything, the more he fell by the wayside. And did Craig know? No. He didn't think so. He would never string him along on purpose, at least Tweek didn't think so.

Ships: Creek

Inspired by this song: Baby Grand by Billy Joel and Ray Charles

Word Count: 2,241

Paul Simon once said; 'The nearer your destination, the more you're slip slidin' away' and Tweek felt that completely when it came to his relationship with Craig. It was almost as if he were wading through water. The closer he got to something...anything, the more he fell by the wayside. And did Craig know? No. He didn't think so. He would never string him along on purpose, at least Tweek didn't think so.

He drew a loony little star in the fog over the passenger side window and pulled his legs up to his chest. He wasn't supposed to sit like that in a moving car, it was dangerous, but he couldn't help it. When things got rough, he made himself smaller.

"Come on, talk to me."

A needle seemed to go through the center of his forehead. He squinted one eye as the pain overcame him like a tall, dark wave. "Hnng, I've talked enough. My throat's sore."

Craig rolled his lips together and let one hand off the wheel. "Have a sip of my Dr. Pepper."

Tweek turned and accepted the drink, sipping at it like a very thirsty baby. The taste was sharp, almost cherry-like. It bubbled on his tongue. "Tell me again, what-ack-made you so jealous?"

The driver swallowed, clutching the wheel. "Kenny needs to keep his slimy thoughts to himself is all."

The needle in his forehead twitched, pain now flooding to his left eye. He sighed, setting aside the soft drink and curling his legs towards Craig. He was clad in his plaid pajama pants and intended on staying in the car while Craig ran in the Walgreens to get his ibuprofen. "We're not really together, Craig."

The boy shook his head, the wheel sliding through his hands as he made his turn. Tweek wondered how fast Craig's thoughts shot through his skull. "I know that." He sighed through his nose. He did that a lot when he was pent up, Tweek noted. "But for the sake of everyone else, we need to keep the image up."

Tweek blinked, reaching out to turn the radio dial. "Are you coming to my, hnng, performance tomorrow?"

"Of course." Craig smiled as if it were really that simple. Tweek was envious. "Are you nervous?" He asked, hand leaving the wheel to rub up and down Tweek's thigh.

"Well yeah, oh Jesus." Just the thought of playing piano in front of all their classmates made his headache far worse. He smacked his forehead and started in for his hair. "What if I mess up and run off stage?" He looked at his loony star and saw it beginning to fade.

Craig squeezed his thigh. "I'll be backstage waiting to push you back on, babe."

His laugh sounded off like a sneeze. "Babe." He mocked. "That's one so far."

"One what?"

"You called me babe." Tweek smiled as Craig briefly turned to glance at him. He held up his hands and gestured around the car. "No one else is here, Craig. I'm gonna start counting how many times you do that."

As expected, the dark-haired boy smiled back as he entered the Walgreens parking lot. "You coming in with me?"

He shook his head rapidly.

Craig pouted. A rare sight indeed. He reached out and grabbed Tweek's chin to stop his head shaking. "You want me to waste gas so you can sit here and listen to music?"

Feeling delightfully cuddled in Craig's grip, Tweek nodded, feeling the other boy's fingers dig in deeper. "Is it really a waste if it's for me?" He teased.

For a second, Craig paused, still holding the blonde's face in his hand. Something seemed to flash in his eyes. "You're such a spoiled brat, honey."

"That's two." Tweek wiggled his fingers in a peace sign. Craig squeezed his face one more time before turning to open the door and rushing out into the cold to get Tweek's damn ibuprofen.

Tweek watched him stroll through the lot, head passing through the loony little star perfectly. He sighed deeply, thinking about that brief flash in Craig's eyes.

Slip slidin' away...

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The headache never went away.

Tweek closed his eyes and let Craig guide him through the school, giving him full trust which at this point wasn't a problem. He was still thinking about his art class deadline, did he have enough time to finish his shitty little pottery project? It was a crappy purple ashtray that he thought about giving to his mother. She'd probably appreciate it to some extent. Then again, she'd likely smash it to pieces during their next argument. He sighed. Maybe he'd give it to Clyde. He smoked. The thought to give it to Kenny occurred to him first but Craig had been so pissed at that blonde for flirting yesterday. Then again, it was 'fake pissed' for the sake of appearances. Maybe--"Ow!"

He opened his eyes and found Craig reaching out to rub Tweek's arm, which he just bumped into an open locker.

"Sorry, babe."

"S'okay."

They moved again toward the stage door where Mr. Sanders, their new band teacher, was supposedly waiting.

As they marched into the darkness backstage, Craig turned to Tweek with a slanted grin. "You're gonna do great."

Pursing out his lips, Tweek rolled his eyes but leaned in close. "Thank you." He glanced around and saw a few passers-by so he figured it was ok. He leaned even closer and planted a firm kiss on Craig's lips. He was warm and safe. "Aw Jesus, man." He pulled away and went right for his hair.

This didn't phase Craig at all, he just rolled his lips together and reached over to stop Tweek's roaming hands. "Relax, I'll be right there in the audience."

"What if you hate it?"

"I won't. Don't be ridiculous, Tweek." He smiled again and leaned in to capture him in another kiss. Tweek felt the smile against his lips and softened a little, the nerves subsiding for the moment.

"I'm always ridiculous." He talked against Craig's lips, enjoying the way their mouths mashed together.

Craig hummed, keeping the kiss going. "Never. Never ridiculous." He said so sincerely that Tweek had to still his beating heart by reminding himself that this was all fake. "Now go." He playfully swatted his butt as Tweek turned to go.

Tweek turned to give him the finger and off he went.

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It was technically supposed to be a duet.

Tweek could’ve had his pick of the three pre-chosen songs, but he just had to have this one. He’d sing both parts, and it was okay; no one would notice. Mr. Sanders seemed crazy to have him perform for their graduating class, but Tweek had no idea why. It wasn’t as if he was at a professional level or anything. Craig said he was good but that was his 'boyfriend' so of course he’d compliment him. Besides, playing on a keyboard in his basement was very different than performing on stage for an audience of students he’d known all his life. ‘Fuck’ he thought, ‘there’s gotta be a way out of this. It was too much pressure.’ He reached up and began pulling on his hair. This was beyond nerves. This was something far greater and more intense. He felt it gnawing at his guts. “I can’t do this.” He mumbled.

He looked down at the piano, it was large and pristine. Poking at the keys, he felt some of his stress already starting to melt away. The melancholy sound wormed its way into his chest and warmth blossomed. It was familiar and comforting. More than that, it was something he could rely on. He sighed in relief, ‘Maybe I can do this.’ He didn’t have much time to calm a crisis anyway, the curtain was due to rise in a minute or two.

He looked up toward the red velvet and pictured his fellow students, watching and waiting for something worth their time. Would that be him? Or would he fall flat and smash the keys in embarrassment? He shook his head, hands twitching briefly over the bed of black and white. Craig was out there. That was enough to stabilize him. It had to be.

There was almost no time before the curtains parted but for some odd reason, that was okay with Tweek. He shook out his fingers and watched the velvet red open.

"And here he is to perform for you, Tweek Tweak ." Mr. Sanders introduced him and usually just hearing his name so loud would be enough to set him off but this time, he held himself up high and played the first few notes.

"Late at night

When it's dark and cold

I reach out

For someone to hold

When I'm blue

When I'm lonely

She comes through

She's the only one who can..."

Looking up into the audience should've nauseated him. It should have sent him into a panic but instead, he felt a strange warmth in his stomach. 'I got this.' He thought to himself.

"My baby grand

Is all I need..."

And it was true, in that moment all Tweek needed was the piano. Nothing else mattered. There was no rush of trepidation, instead, he played each note with the same ease it would’ve taken to play at home in his basement.

“In my time

I've wandered everywhere

Around this world

She would always be there

Any day

Any hour

All it takes

Is the power in my hands

This baby grand's

Been good to me...”

And that was true. There was a power in his hands. He felt truly at ease for the first time in a while. Since he felt Craig slip slidin' away.

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Craig was shaking in his seat for a change.

Tweek was everything. He couldn't take his eyes off him. His playing, his voice it was utterly beautiful. He'd never seen Tweek so....confident before.

The flowers he bought crinkled in his lap, and he straightened up in his seat. He felt Clyde smack his side.

"You must be so proud, dude."

"I-um...yeah." Craig agreed, breath taken. He paused, really listening to the words. 

"I've had friends

But they slipped away

I've had fame

But it doesn't stay

I've made fortunes

Spent them fast enough

But as for women

They don't last with just one man

But my baby grand

Will stand by me..." 

When all else failed, Tweek had one thing to rely on....his piano. When life got to be too messy or shit hit the fan, the blonde leaned on his music. That much Craig could tell from the song.

He swallowed, realizing for maybe the first time that he wanted to be who Tweek relied on. He wanted to be who stood by him no matter what. He wanted to mean more to him than the piano....

Looking down at the flowers in his lap, he felt like such a fool. How could he have gone on in this fake relationship for so long without realizing his true feelings?

"They say that no one's gonna play this on the radio

They said the melancholy blues were dead and gone

But only songs like these

Played in minor keys

Keep those memories holding on..."

He stood up, brushing past everyone in his damn row so that he could be the first one by the stage after the song ended.

"I've come far

From the life I strayed

I've got scars

From those dives' I played in

Now I'm home

And I'm weary

And in my bones

Every dreary one night stand

But my baby grand

Is coming home with me (with me)

Ever since this gig began

My baby grand's

Been good to me..."

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For once in his damn life, Tweek glanced up at a room full of his peers and didn't feel like the world was going to blow up.

As the music petered out, his hands still twitching on the keys, Tweek smiled.

The rest of his time on stage went by in a blur...Mr. Sanders came back to congratulate him and the curtains closed. Tweek could only smile nod his head. He did it. With his trusty piano by his side, he overcame something truly wonderful. How magical the day was...he could hardly believe what he'd accomplished and after all that--

"Tweek!"

The blonde glanced up and found his 'boyfriend' jogging up from backstage, a bouquet of flowers grasped in his left hand.

"Craig! I did it! Ack-I got through the performance! Did ya see it? I did so--"

He couldn't even make it through his exclamations before his lips were met with Craig's. It was a strange sensation, one that he'd never experienced before despite having quite the experience in kissing Craig. He sat still on his piano bench before something new kicked in and he brought his hands to his friend's cheeks.

"I'm so happy for you, babe." Craig mumbled into the kiss. His words tickled at Tweek's mouth.

"That's three."

"What-?" Craig pulled off.

Tweek smirked. "Nobody's here but us." He gestured vaguely to the stage area. "You called me babe. That's three times you did it without an audience." He held up and wiggled three fingers.

Craig could only smile. "I love you, babe. We don't need an audience."

'Holy fuck.' Tweek felt his face turn hot and red.

Craig was no longer slip slidin' away....

[angstics]

the foundations of decay (2022) x vampires will never hurt you (2002)

FIRST SINGLE

Gerard Way: ["Vampires Will Never Hurt You"] will always be my favorite recording of the band, because it was the first. Having little money, or for that matter the songs, to complete a full-length album, we hopped in a van and headed to Nada Studios.

(may death never stop you booklet, march 2014)

["Vampires Will Never Hurt You"]'s recording was so passionate that, despite being intended as a demo, My Chemical Romance decided that they should use it on the album. It would go on to become the central cog of the record they were about to make, I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love. It would be the album that launched their career.

(not the life it seems, sept 2014)

[Under the /audio tab on mychemicalromance.com, there is a table of titles and downloadablable mp3s. At this time, there is only one audio file listed for "Vampires Will Never Hurt You". Below the table, it reads: "From our forthcoming full length album on Eyeball Recordings, due out this summer. This is a rough mix of the song. The final mix will appear on a summer sampler and the full length. Recorded March 3rd, 2002 at Nada Studios in upstate NY."]

(mychemicalromance.com, arch. june 2002)

[Alex Saavedra] gives a lot of the credit to the influential local DJ and scene stalwart the late Mario Comesanas. He used his Under the Stars slot on the South Orange, New Jersey college-radio station WSOU to air "Vampires" for the first time. Comesanas, who was also first to play Thursday on the radio, remembered the response was overwhelming. ‘The reaction was ridiculous – I knew that there was something special here,’ he said. ‘When we counted the requests, there was so much more for them than there was for any other band at that time.’

(not the life it seems, sept 2014)

Frank Iero: I think the first time we really recognized the power of social media was right around the time Thursday was being signed, Midtown was signed. Basically, all our friends from Jersey and Long Island were getting record deals. And My Chem had really just started. We recorded one song because that’s all we had the money for at that point. And we put it up on Myspace immediately and were like, “Hey listen, we’re gonna do a record soon once we get the money. But this is like a sneak preview kind of thing,” and once we put that up, there were literally major label A&Rs calling the practice studio. How they got the number for the practice studio, I have no idea.

(stereogum.com, march 2020)

Frank Iero: This is just something we figured out like... last week when I was hanging out with everybody. The first song we ever wrote and put out on the internet, like, our first single was a song called "Vampires Will Never Hurt You" and it was a song we wrote at the practice studio and recorded and put it out. And we were like, "If people like it, then... they'll let us know through this song and we'll get enough money that we can record," right? So that's what we did. That song was six minutes long. And the last song we put out ["The Foundations of Decay"] is six minutes long. Kinda crazy.

(two minutes to late night, august 2022)

Frank Iero: No one has bigger balls than us right now… I pulled out songs that like… Can you rip a song like a song that we did in 2001 and never released? […] You feel like a badass when you can do that. You feel like a musician then. Like the musicianship and the artistry, that can’t be fucked with."

(one life, one chance, oct 2022)

"favorite" / "couldn't be happier"

(mikey way and frank iero on instagram, may 2022)

STORM

Gerard Way, about recording "Vampires": We started moving the drums out to the van and I was surprised to see what it looked like outside. The sky had become dark blue and jet black and the wind was so strong we thought Mikey was going to blow away. Trees were whipping around and a huge storm was rolling in, but it was strangely warm and felt very comforting. Then I knew my vocals were going to come out just the way I wanted, I could feel this weird excitement.

(mychemicalromance.com, arch. may 2002)

(foundations of decay, may 2022)

SWARM

What's all this nonsense about bats??? The band likes bats. Who doesn't? If you've seen the band live you might have heard Gerard mention something about turning into one or unleashing some sort of swarm of them. "Unleash the fucking bats" is something they say to each other seconds before starting the set to get themselves pumped up. This all started back in Jan '02 when the band finally came together and started playing together with an intensity none of them had ever known. That fateful night they rocked together so hard that a "rock portal" opened up and out flew a swarm of giant bats. No shit.

(mychemicalromance.com, arch. may 2002)

Some rumours I have heard is that you guys like Bats, what's the fascination with them, is it the Will Haven song BATS, or you just like the species? Gerard Way: Haha...the whole bat thing came about at an early practice when Mikey joined and we finally gelled. Our energy just came together and a giant heavy metal vortex opened up and out flew a swarm of bats. We all saw it. It was like an awakening. After that we accepted bats into our lives. It was also while we were playing "Vampires Will Never Hurt You" so it probably had alot to do with that.

(anemicmagazine.com, 2002)

So, the whole vampires, bats, bloody stuff. Where did that all come from? Gerard Way: I probably haven’t ever said this in an interview, but the whole “unleash the bats” thing came from a Birthday Party song called “Release The Bats.” [...] The whole vampire thing [came up when I thought], “Man, nobody writes songs about vampires. How cool would it be?” I thought it was kind of risky or ballsy to play a rock song or a hardcore song that was about vampires.

(starsandscars.com, april 2004)

(foundations of decay, may 2022)

[oozedninjas]

Hijacked

Summary: The boys are fixing a tire one night when a girl emerges from the mist. She's escaping some thugs, and the boys fly to her aid. The whole situation winds up a bit more fucked up than they thought.

A/N: This was a former request on my past blog. I'm trying to rewrite and re-post all that I can find from there, although, I'm afraid is not much.

Generals:

Dark fic

Bayverse

Here Leo is 27, Raph is 26, Donnie is 24 and Mikey is 22

Fem!reader she/her pronouns

Mutant turtles x reader (but Leo is the star guy)

Warnings: hurt (inflicted upon the reader by someone else) comfort (through the boys) / kidnapping/blood and injury / situational panic/victim self-blaming / chase

Only click on keep reading if you're 18+

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"Stop being so noisy! We are not supposed to be here." Raphael grunted to Mikey, who was –and had been for the past hour–playing with the radio buttons.

"Chill out bro, I'm just setting the atmosphere!"

"What atmosphere? We're just changing a tire," Donnie scoffed as he made a few more adjustments.

"Well, the night is foggy, there's a chilling breeze… it might happen something spooky! I just thought it'd be nice to find a song to complete the–"

"We won't remain too long to need that" Leo cut. And when Leo said something with that particular tone, he knew it was a lost battle.

Mikey drew his gaze to the front glass of the truck, defeated. That was when he noticed something moving in the distance, a vague silhouette through the mist running towards the truck.

"Ummm, guys?" Mikey called, but everyone was minding their own business. The figure kept getting closer, and closer and closer. It was a human figure, running directly towards them. His eyes widened as a rush of adrenaline ran through his spine.

"GUYS!"

"Mikey for the last time, we are not setting on spooky music!" Leo stated loud and firmly.

"Someone is coming!" he shouted

"What?!" they gasped.

"Hide!" Leo commanded.

Everyone jumped to hold onto the tunnel roof. If it wasn't for the boosted tire they could be chilling with a warm pizza box back at the lair.

"What kind of human just runs into a drainage tunnel in the middle of the night?!" Mikey whined to Donnie. He placed a finger over his mouth, silently telling Mikey to be quiet.

The silhouette finally pierced the fog, revealing a human girl. She was dressed only with a blood-stained white blanket. Her breathing was agitated. She turned her head back in distress, as to check if someone was following her. She hit the front of the truck, smudging it red.

"What the hell…?" Raph whispered.

"Where the fuck is she?!" shouted a voice in the distance. "You better find her, or you'll be the one telling the boss you fucking lost her."

"I think she ran over there!" a more sticky voice put in. It wasn't hard to put two plus two together.

The three boys exchanged a look.

"Go," Leo said.

They jumped ahead, right in front of the truck. The aggressors stopped in their tracks.

"Looking for something?" Raph smirked.

-- Meanwhile, the female human got inside the truck. A window busted. She shrieked, closing the door. Screams. Beating. Metal clanking. She curled up, covering her ears.

Suddenly, silence. Then, steps approached. They were heavy, way more than her captors. She held her breath.

"Where is she?" someone asked in a whisper.

"I think she went inside the truck," another answered, dramatically lower.

"Are you sure?"

"This is bad. Shall we warn her about, you know, the shells?"

Someone huffed "Right. Like that's gonna make a difference."

They knocked on the door. Her breath hitched.

"Miss?" one of them called in a rather polite tone. "Are you in there?"

She shivered. It was true that now the ones chasing her were put down, but still, there was hardly a reason to trust these new men. She didn't answer. How stupid was she? She should've kept running.

"Miss we're gonna open the door." the polite voice stated. "One…"

She grabbed a soda can.

"Two…"

She hid it behind her back. It wasn't much, but if she smacked it hard enough-

"Three."

The door opened. Darkness dissolved in green lights. Before her, four giant… turtles? her eyes widened as much as was humanly possible.

Their expressions showed something close to repressed panic, worry, and dismay.

“Oh my god, she’s bleeding!” one of them squeaked, pointing at her. Then, another one made his way thru the others. He reached out. She flinched back.

“Hi, Donnie here. I mean no harm. Let me check you up,” he said. A white light lit up over his head, it was attached to his glasses, and these last were somewhat bound to a purple-torn cloth that resembled a mask. They all wore one.

"She has signs of post-traumatic stress. The blood seems to come from the lower part of her body. I think we should take her to the hospital."

Hospital? her eyes glowed with hope. The hint of panic within her soul eased. They were good guys!

“Miss, what's your name?” Donnie asked, but she didn’t even move. “Do you know the date?” he tried again.

“Not mine…” she whispered so low it was almost inaudible.

“Not mine?” The male turtle repeated back, frowning a little. It was obvious that she was abused emotionally and physically. A shiver ran down Donnie’s spine. “What exactly do you mean by that?” but she remained in silence, just looking at him, and his brothers while trembling.

“Look miss, we are gonna try to help you but there’s little we can do if you don’t cooperate. Please, try to answer the questions.” said the one with a blue bandana. She took a deep breath. He was right.

“It's not my blood,” she mumbled. Her breath became agitated. “It was over the floor… I tripped and fell.”

The signs of a possible panic attack loomed through her expression. Even Raphael softened his gaze. Poor girl, she seemed fucked up.

“Calm down miss, we’re gonna help you.” the one in blue stated. “You’re safe now. Donnie, is there something more you can do?”

Donnie backed up to face him.

“I could do more, but I think it’s better if we take her to the hospital. This a serious situation. Police might get involved,” he noted thoughtfully.

“Focus on the tire then. Let's finish that to start moving. We drop her at the hospital, then we head back to the lair.” he ordered. “Mikey, stay here, Raph, you go watch that no one follows us.”

Everyone took their places. She grabbed the one in blue when he motioned forward.

"No," she mumbled. He relented. "Don't go."

He sat beside her. "I won't."

The truck started moving a few minutes later. She was leaning over his bicep, observing his frame: from the marked jawline to the blue bandana. His eyes were almost the same tone.

"What's your name?" she asked.

He eyed her before giving out a comforting smile. "Leo."

She nodded, processing.

“I went to a birthday party, Leo. It ended late. I was- they offered me a ride- I didn't think-" She puffed. Her hands gripped the sides of her hair, close to her scalp. Her knuckles turned white. she pulled. "I'm so stupid. So stupid! Stupid!"

She trembled. Her voice cracked.

Leo grasped her hands. "No, you're not. You just trusted the wrong people."

“It was October when I was taken," she sobbed. "I don't know the current date.”

Leo’s heart ached and Mikey’s gaze fell.

“It’s December,” Leo told her.

She nodded as tiny weeps slipped through her mouth.

The girl scooted close to Leo. Her hands pressed against his plastron. He panicked for a brief moment, glancing at Mikey, not quite sure if he should hold her back. Mikey motioned in approval. Leo then placed his arms around her.

“It’s okay, you’re safe now,” he repeated.

She knew Leo wasn't lying. She knew it by the way his arms held her protectively, the tone of his tender voice, and by the tenacious look in his eyes.

[heytherejulietx]

first aid - steve harrington

↳ requested by anon — Would a fic where reader looks after Steve after a particularly bad encounter with Billy and Tommy work?

↳ summary - steve turns up on reader’s doorstep after getting beaten up, but why would he get in a fight in the first place?

↳ content warnings — depictions of injury, blood, medical treatment, brief descriptions of fighting

↳ word count - 3k

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As she wandered around the kitchen to gather any ingredients that she needed, she hummed lightly to the tune of a song that she had only heard on the radio a few times. In her arms she had gathered a bag of sugar, flour, and a bottle of vanilla extract; the plan was to make cookies to bring the next time she saw the kids so they could take something sweet with them when they visited El. And not that she was criticising Chief Hopper’s cooking, but there was serious doubt that El had eaten something homemade recently that hadn’t come from Mrs. Wheeler’s or Mrs. Byers’ kitchen.

And she supposed that the leftovers would have to be eaten by herself and Steve.

Just as her hand hovered over the fridge handle the doorbell rang, and she frowned slightly as she dumped the contents in her arms onto the counter. She hadn’t been expecting anybody; her parents were out, Steve wasn’t supposed to be over until the next morning, and Dustin knew better than to walk all the way to her house in the dark – he had before, and had gotten a serious lecture from both herself and Steve.

Not a few moments after the doorbell rang the door was banged on a few times and she flinched, her frown worsening as she walked out into the hallway. Maybe she should have suspected it was a burglar and called the police, but what kind of burglar knocked on the door? But she could imagine the lecture that Steve would give her if she did end up getting burgled, so she grabbed the umbrella that hung against the handrail for the stairs, and held it out in front of her as she opened the door quickly. But the sight in front of her was worse than any thief or criminal, and she dropped the umbrella in shock.

“Woah hey, easy there,” Steve’s voice was rough as he braced himself against her door frame, and all she could do for a moment was stare. “You gonna let me in? I need a little help here.” He chuckled awkwardly.

For a moment she could have sworn that they had travelled back in time to ‘84, and they were in Mrs. Byers house after Billy Hargrove had completely knocked all sense out of Steve, but only this time it was so much worse – he looked awful. The first thing she noticed was the sheer amount of blood that covered him; his face, his clothes, and even his hands had blood on them. One of his arms was wrapped around his torso as he leaned against the opposite shoulder to keep him steady, and the light from her hallway perfectly highlighted his split lip and cut eyebrow.

“Oh my god, Steve,” She finally snapped into it and kicked the umbrella aside so she could step forwards, and her hand gently curled around his upper arm to help him in the house. “What happened?”

He winced as he stepped into the house, and she guided his hand to her shoulder so he could brace himself as she shut the front door behind them. “Would you believe me if I said I tripped over?”

The joke was poorly attempted, and she did nothing but frown as she led him into the kitchen – she debated letting him relax in her bed, but she didn’t even know if he could make it up the stairs. “No,” she mumbled as she helped him into a chair, not letting him go until he finished groaning as he leant back. “What happened, Steve?”

Underneath the full light of the kitchen, he looked in a much worse state. Clear bruises had already started forming around his eye socket and cheekbone on the left side of his face, and his lip was busted on the right. His hand trembled as he clutched the right side of his ribs, and she couldn’t help but notice that his knuckles were bloody. It was impossible to come to any other conclusion than he had been in a fight, and she knew that he saw the understanding in her expression, so really the only answer that she needed from him was who?

“I uh,” Steve paused to cough, and the wheeze that rattled his ribs sounded painful, and she saw in his face how much it must’ve hurt. “I had a run in with Tommy. H and Billy on the way home.”

Her response was nothing more than a confused and concerned frown. She thought that Steve and Tommy’s feud had ended when they finally stopped contact, and Billy hadn’t really given any of their friends trouble since that night in Mrs Byers’ kitchen the previous year. She was dying to ask more – to ask why they got into a fight in the first place, which one of them had hurt him, and how he managed to get to her house – but Steve was still bleeding and sorting him out was more important than the past.

“I have a First Aid kit in my bathroom,” she told him, and the look on his face was shocked, like he expected another response. “Give me a moment, ‘kay?”

She didn’t move until Steve had nodded, but then she rushed to get up the stairs two at a time to reach her bathroom. The green box was on the top shelf of her cabinet, barely used apart from when Max had ended up by her door with cut knees from skateboarding. She snatched it, made sure that everything she needed was inside, before she went back downstairs to the kitchen.

Steve had his head leant back against the chair, his eyes closed, and she knew that as soon as he was cleaned up she would have to get him in bed. Usually it was the only priority whenever he came over – his shoes were kicked off by the front door before he grabbed her hand, and she’d giggle like a fool as he tugged her up to her bedroom. Sometimes they’d do nothing more than be lazy teenagers in love, with shared kisses in between tangled limbs underneath her sheets. Sometimes she read to him whatever her book of choice was at the time, and her fingers combed through his hair as his head rested against her thighs. Other times, if they still had some energy by the time he came to stay, her radio would’ve been turned up to the maximum volume and Steve spun them around her bedroom with awful dancing that was interrupted by constant kisses. But the thought of that whilst she saw Steve in such an awful state made her nauseous, and she had to push the thought away in favour of clearing her mind to help him.

“Steve.” She spoke his name softly, and gently placed the First Aid kit on the kitchen table beside the chair that he was sat in. He lifted his head back up with a soft groan, and she met his eyes with a sympathetic frown.

“What?” He mumbled as she opened the box, and started searching for the packets of antiseptic wipes that she knew must’ve been in there. “You don’t think I suit the roughed up look?” She was at least partially glad that he was still joking around, because if she put aside her own worry, then he couldn’t have been hurt too badly, she supposed. That, or he was just being so Steve Harrington that getting the shit beaten out of him didn’t make a difference. “I’m going for a real Rambo inspiration here, or what’s that guy from Star Wars? The one with a gun, y’know, pew pew and all that?”

By the time she had stood in between his legs with a clean wipe in her hand, she had at least smiled slightly in return. “I think Dustin would throttle you if he heard you butcher Star Wars like that.”

Steve scoffed, “Yeah well, the little twerp can’t exactly reach that far.”

Her fingers delicately brushed his hair away from his forehead, and she frowned at the dirt that was on one side of his face, mixed in with the scrapes across his skin. Had he fallen over? Had he been pushed over? She couldn’t imagine why Billy or Tommy would hurt him so badly after a while of nothing, and the thought of Steve facing them both all alone made her feel ill.

“Hey,” by the time his fingers brushed against her outer thigh her eyes were glassy, and she blinked a few times before she could focus on his expression. “I’m okay, angel.”

Despite the pet name she scoffed quietly, and gently combed her fingers through his hair to keep it out of his eyes as she gently opened the wipe packet. “Yeah, you really look okay.”

Steve placed a hand against her waist, and wriggled his fingers underneath her shirt until his palm smoothed over her bare skin. “I’m fine, really. Just some surface cuts,” he murmured. “You should see the other guys.”

She didn’t know if she could stand being near Billy or Tommy again with the knowledge of what they did to Steve.

“Hold still.” She told him instead of a response, and gently started wiping the dried blood and dirt from his face with the wipe. His eyes fluttered closed, and for a moment she gently cleaned around the cuts with the wipe; on his forehead, underneath his eye, across his cheek, and around his lips. She was careful not to actually touch any of the cuts, as she would clean them with an antiseptic wipe instead.

“Thank you,” he mumbled after a moment, and her eyes softened slightly at the sincerity in his tone, ridden of the previous jokes he had been giving out. “Sorry for just dropping in on you like this… I just knew you had a First Aid kit, after Max fell off her skateboard.”

“You don’t need to apologise,” she almost looked offended as she stared at him, her eyebrows furrowed above her worried eyes. How couldn’t he see that she would do anything for him? Cleaning up his wounds was nothing after she helped him protect the kids from demodogs, and then again from a deranged Billy Hargrove – even though, granted, Max did take the cake on that one. “Steve, don’t ever be sorry for needing me, okay? Please, I’d rather help.”

He nodded, his smile small but genuine, and they fell into silence again as she picked up an antiseptic wipe to clean his cuts a little more thoroughly. Her fingers continued to be ever so soft as she tilted his face so the light directly hit the cut on his cheekbone, and she hesitated as the wipe hovered over the injury.

“This’ll sting.” She murmured the warning before she dabbed at the wound, and Steve’s grip on her waist grew for a moment as he winced. She didn’t complain, and let him hold her as she cleaned the cut completely, and dropped the wipe onto the counter in favour of a butterfly strip that she carefully opened. Delicately, she placed the strip correctly over the cut, and smoothed the adhesive strip over with her thumb once it was done.

“That one was probably the worst of ‘em,” She looked away from the cut and instead at his eyes as he spoke. “Billy wears a ring, y’know that? I felt it cut when he hit me.”

The thought made her stomach clench, and she was left frowning at him yet again. “Why did either of them start on you in the first place?”

It was impossible that she could’ve missed the way his jaw clenched at the question, as his eyes hardened and closed for a moment. “Doesn’t matter.” He finally murmured.

“I think it does from a reaction like that,” she spoke softly, but tried to play off the majority of her worry as she grabbed another wipe, and whispered another warning before she gently swiped it against his busted lip. “You can tell me anything, you know?”

His free hand flexed slightly in his lap, and it was hard to ignore his bruised and bloodied knuckles. Had he started the fight? It wasn’t like Steve, not since ‘83, but could Billy or Tommy have said something that bad? A sigh pushed past his lips, the warm air hit her hand as she gently swiped at his lip again, and once more his eyes closed. “I know.”

It took another few minutes of silence before he spoke. By that point, she had cleaned up the cut on his lip and applied another butterfly strip to his jawline on the left side of his face. Only when she picked up his bloodied hand did he speak, as his fingers once more tightened around her bare waist underneath her shirt.

“They had quite obviously been drinking,” he told her, and she stayed silent as she wiped his knuckles with the antiseptic wipe. “They were just in that state, y’know? Loud, unfiltered, brash… I was just going to walk past them when I saw them come out of the drugstore, but once I heard what they said I went over there and told them to shut up… and you can see how that went.”

“What did they say?” She frowned at the thought of what they could have been talking about. Steve’s loss of status as ‘King Steve’, his family, the kids… none of it sounded good.

But Steve’s answer was entirely different and left her surprised. “They were talking about you.”

Oh.

“I don’t wanna repeat what they said, ‘cause it’s awful and I’d never say it out loud, and maybe they were just doing it to antagonise me ‘cause they were drunk, but I couldn’t just let them say those things about you, babe.”

Her eyes had completely softened, and she sighed as she dropped the wipe in turn for holding his hand properly. “You got the shit beaten out of you for me?”

Steve grumbled an indignant noise. “I did some damage to them too, y’know.”

Huffing, she shook her head, and gently squeezed his fingers with her own. There were many things that she probably should have said – that he had been reckless to try to take on two people, that he shouldn’t have gotten into a fight to be chivalrous, that he shouldn’t have paid them any mind in the first place. But the basic fact was that Steve had risked some serious harm to himself for her, and in an odd way, she didn’t know if she had ever felt more loved. At least not since he put himself in between her and a demodog to keep her safe.

“Steve…” she didn’t even know what to say, how to thank him or how to criticise his decisions, so instead she delicately pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth that wasn’t hurt and squeezed his fingers again. “Thank you for standing up for me.”

He blinked at her. “You’re not mad that I got myself hurt?”

“You’re too hurt for me to be mad at you,” she mumbled genuinely. “Maybe in a few days when you feel slightly better.”

Steve chuckled, though after a moment the laughter caused a wince and his hand flattened over his side again. Her hands dropped his altogether, and gently grabbed the waistband of his bloodstained orange jumper instead, which was sadly ironic when she considered that orange was a symbol for good health.

“Let me see,” she murmured, and lightly lifted the material when he nodded. There was alright a bruise that had started to bloom over his side, but other than a few scrapes against his hip where the jumper must have ridden up when he hit the floor, nothing was cut or looked broken. “You’re going to have a really bad bruise there,” she told him. “But nothing is broken.”

Steve nodded as she dropped the material back down. “Yes doc.”

“I can grab you some painkillers then I’ll help you upstairs so you can get changed and get in bed.” She moved to pull away as he nodded again, but was pulled back between his spread legs when both of his hands grabbed her hips gently.

“Steve…” he was pulling her closer, and on a usual day she would have crawled into his lap, but he was hurt and she wasn’t about to make it worse. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

He sighed, and after a moment his hand moved upwards instead as it smoothed over her collarbones and cupped the side of her neck. “Can I at least have a kiss instead?” He asked, and he tapped her jaw with his thumb when she went to complain about the cut on his lip. “I’ll be gentle, promise?”

If she had any sort of resolve left then she would have stood her ground and said no. But after cleaning up his wounds and hearing why he had ended up in such a state in the first place, she wanted nothing more than to kiss him until he felt better. So she nodded, her head inclined towards his hand on her neck, and leaned down just enough to delicately press her lips to kiss, hoping that her care and love for him could be whispered between the gentle touch and brief string of air she exhaled against his lips. And she supposed that it had when Steve used his hand against her neck to pull her closer to really kiss her. If the sudden taste of his chewing gum and the warmth of his slightly swollen lips hadn’t left her head spinning then she would have pulled away, but instead she was left frowning at him when he leaned back with a smug grin.

“I feel ten times better already, doc.”

She huffed, pressed one more gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth, before she finally leaned away. “I’m sure you do,” she muttered sarcastically, which was met with his stunning sly grin. “But you’ll feel better upstairs. Come on.”

[lay-z]

Hold up, they don't love you like I love you

travis h. x f!reader | 18+ ; oneshot

Synopsis: Travis expects to celebrate his 39th birthday like he usually does, having dinner with you and birthday beers with Chris afterwards. However, this year, you want to have him all to yourself.

Warnings/Info: 18+, and I'm not joking. Minors do not interact, please. | Pre-canon | Heavy smut; established relationship; unprotected sex; oral sex; fingering; restraining (tie); edging; breathplay; creampie; cussing; drinking; fluff; aftercare

Word count: A lot. 😮‍💨

Inspired by Beyoncé's song 'Hold Up'. As always, I humbly request your feedback, and hope you enjoy.

Happy belated Birthday, Travis. 💋

"You remember the way?", Travis asks as he puts on his seat belt while you change the position of the rear view mirror to your liking.

"Mhmm", you hum absentmindedly before starting the engine. "Of course, honey. I've been to your brother's house with you...many times, actually."

Travis chuckles quietly and lifts his hands up in defense.

"Okay, damn, you're right, darlin'."

There's a good reason why you kept ordering drinks all evening, one too many for him perhaps, but you needed to be the one driving.

You had called Chris a couple of days ago and explained the situation to him. You and Travis have barely had any time with each other recently, and you want him all to yourself tonight. Plain and simple.

Your brother-in-law had only guffawed and wished you a good time. No complaints, no questions asked, and as far as you know, he managed to keep his mouth shut to Travis.

Chris can truly be a sweetheart if he wants to be, though that only happens every other fortnight if the stars align right, or so it seems.

The drive home takes longer than usual since you decided to drive out of town to visit a restaurant on the fancier spectrum. Travis insisted on it as he kept telling you of how he wants to treat you right, although it's his birthday, and you know that he usually prefers to keep things in his life simple.

A diner or bar, a fishing or hunting trip, a couple of beers, perhaps a glass of Whiskey, and he's all set and content.

You've told him many times before that you like it simple too, that anything you do together is good enough for you, but deep down you know that he's scared to loose you; that you could grow bored of him and North Kill.

That thought alone makes you all the more determined to show Travis how special he is to you, how much you love, and appreciate to have him in your life.

"I know that smile", he remarks suddenly.

His voice cuts through the silence that has settled between the two of you, aside from the quiet music coming from the radio and the engine purring under the hood. You poke your tongue into your cheek to keep yourself from grinning.

"We're not driving up to my brother's place, huh?"

You continue to look straight ahead as the bright headlights illuminate the dark, empty road home.

"What's your plan, missy? You tryin' to kidnap a police officer?", he drawls, and you can hear that he's smirking by the sound of his voice alone.

However, you don't dare to look at him because he'd know immediately.

"'Course we are. He's probably already waiting for you. I'm just...taking, uh, a...different route."

He snorts and reaches over to pat your exposed knee. The short skirt of your black dress had rucked up when you sat down in the driver's seat, and you didn't bother to fix it then.

"You might be the worst liar I've ever come across in my career as a cop, doll."

His hand moves up your thigh then. He squeezes your flesh gently and his hand lingers. It's quite distracting and adds to the horniness you're already experiencing.

"Truth is, I'd rather go home with you tonight.", Travis confesses then, and your heart skips a happy beat.

"Oh, but Chris -"

"Aw screw him, and those damn beers -", he chuckles. "I know he'd do the same if he was in my place."

His thumb draws slow circles on the inside of your thigh and you're aware that he's watching you closely, surveying you for a reaction. You exhale slowly through your nose and grip the steering wheel more tightly before you shrug.

"Why? Wanna swap places with him? Now that you mention it, Chris is pretty attractive -"

"All right, all right, enough about my baby brother", he interrupts you by squeezing your thigh once more before retrieving his hand from between your legs, though the playful smirk on his lips stays.

"See? Fuckin' called it.", Travis snickers as he unbuckles his seat belt.

"The car is not parked yet. What you're doing is reckless and dangerous.", you retort, ignoring his triumphant laugh as you pull up into the driveway of your house.

Travis rolls his eyes defiantly and unbuckles your seat belt, too, before you can swat his hand away playfully.

He leaves the car, and before you've gathered your belongings, the driver's door opens, and he offers you his hand.

"I hope Chris ain't mad at me now", he mumbles suddenly as he pulls you close and nuzzles your neck, shutting the car door with his other hand behind you.

"He's fine, Travis. Don't worry about it.", you assure him again. You'll definitely tell him about your little scheme in the morning; there's no way you can have him feeling guilty about this. Chris isn't even waiting for him. As far as you know, he's having a date tonight.

His sharp jaw clenches as he pulls back to look at you, and you know he wants to believe you, but he cares so much about his baby brothers, and he's torn right now. But then his eyes shift to your lips, and he leans in for a sudden kiss.

Travis holds your waist with one hand and cradles the side of your face with the other as he backs you up against the side of your car.

You make out like a couple of teenagers who have snuck out at midnight to meet up in an abandoned, badly lit parking lot to get some, and you kiss until you're both gasping for air, groping, and clawing at each other mindlessly until both of you look dishevelled with swollen lips and flushed skin.

The temperature, despite it being midsummer, has cooled down noticeably at this point, and you shudder when a featherlight breeze hits your bare, heated skin.

"Let's go inside", you purr seductively as you place your palm on his crotch.

"I've got something for you."

The clicking of your heels echoes through the quiet house as you make your way from the kitchen to the living room, carrying a glass and bottle of Whiskey.

It's an expensive kind and one of Travis' favourites. Chris assured you of that when you asked him for advice.

You stop in your tracks as you come to stand in the middle of the spacious living room. You've turned off the ceiling light and switched on one of the floor lamps in the corner of the room; it's light shines softer and sets a better mood.

Travis has taken a seat in the large armchair like you told him to. His arms rests on either side of the armrest casually; his legs are spread to sit more comfortably. He's taken off his suit jacket, loosened his black tie, and opened the first three buttons of his white dress shirt.

"Mhmm - what's that?"

"This right here...is your favourite kind of Whiskey, my love", you answer as you approach him slowly. "- otherwise, your brother will get a very, very angry call in the morning, because this bottle was...anyways!"

He takes both the glass and bottle when you hand it to him, and you lean down to peck his lips swiftly before pulling back.

"Get comfortable. I'll be back in a bit."

He shifts in the armchair, clearly not wanting to let you go, but complies anyway.

"I - uh, okay. What are you doing?"

"Oh, you'll see."

You wink mischievously before you leave the living room to change into the new set of lingerie you've bought for this special occasion.

The fabric is black and lacey and nearly see-through as it hugs the curves of your body, and you keep on your high heels to round up the whole look.

Travis is already expecting you as you walk back into the living room, hips swaying with each step you take towards him like a predator sneaking up on its prey. Though he looks at you like he wants to devour you, too.

He empties the glass of liquor and sets it aside on the small side table next to the armchair. His eyes roam over your body, and he licks his lips in anticipation as he peers up at you.

You stop in front of him and do a slow spin to allow him a good view of your backside as well. A wolfish whistle follows in response, and you can not help yourself but giggle at his reaction.

"Fuck, darlin', I don't even know what to say"

"You don't have to say anything", you tell him with a pleased grin before you go on to straddle his lap; knees resting on each side of his thighs as you grind down on his crotch. His nostrils flare as he takes in a sharp breath while his hands grope your ass firmly.

"- and we can do whatever you like."

You kiss the corner of his mouth, along his jaw, and you graze your teeth over his earlobe.

"Just consider me your personal, little fucktoy tonight."

His large hands give your ass cheeks another squeeze, and you can watch the black of his eyes slowly dilate as he considers your words. Your palms rest on his chest, and you can feel his heart drumming hard against his ribcage.

"Sounds good?"

He swallows thickly then clears his throat.

"Sounds great, doll."

Your lips split into a lopsided smile when his cock twitches in his tight dress pants. You pull the black tie from his neck and pout your lips as you think.

"You know...I lied to you, back in the car. I called Chris and canceled your meet up for tonight, because I want you all to myself. That was pretty selfish and bad of me, right?"

Somehow he doesn't look at all surprised after your confession and when you bat your eyelashes at him innocently, it takes a moment before he understands where you're getting at.

"Pretty bad and...selfish, yeah", he answers sternly but chuckles afterward. "- a wicked move indeed."

"Mhmm", you hum as you start to unbutton his dress shirt to roam your hands over his bare chest.

"I guess I... deserve to be punished for that, huh"

You unbuckle his belt to pull the shirt free, and Travis leans forward when you slip it off his broad shoulders then cast it aside carelessly.

"As a man serving law and order, I do agree with you, yes."

"Exactly, Mr. Righteousness, and...since you're here, I could just be of service to you right now."

His breath is shallow now, his eyes dark with lust as he watches you play your little role. You scratch your nails over his chest teasingly, down to the thin happy trail disappearing beneath the elastic band of his boxers while his muscles flex at the contact.

Travis grasps you by the neck then, and crushes your lips together impatiently. His tongue delves into your mouth, and you moan shamelessly as you give up any control you thought you had.

"- driving me fucking wild, fuck", he mumbles against your lips and you giggle with giddiness.

His hand roams over your back, down to your panties, and there is a sudden sharp snap before you feel completely exposed. Your skin stings where the hem cut into it, but the pain fades when his fingers start teasing your clit.

You break the kiss, and he lets you pull back though his hand lingers on the back of your neck. Your eyes lock while his fingers dip between your folds, and a smirk plays on his lips when your thighs start trembling.

"I want to suck your cock, baby", you purr wantonly, and his hand immediately drops along with his smirk.

"As if I could ever say no to that."

You shudder when he retrieves his fingers from your cunt, leaving you feeling cold and wanting, but tonight is not about you, and you kiss the tip of his nose sweetly before you slide off his lap to settle between his knees.

His head lolls back with a drawn-out groan as you pull his pants down and his cock free from his boxers, not wasting any time. It's hot, heavy, and thick in your hand as you start jerking him off. His tip is a pretty shade of red, sensitive and already sticky with pre-cum.

You gaze up at Travis, and the sight is enough to send another wave of desire through your body.

His hips jerk when you lick your flat tongue over the tip of his cock and you remember to rest one palm on his stomach to keep him steady. His cock is big, and you always need to work every inch into your throat slowly to keep yourself from gagging too fast. Travis knows that, but he's more than eager tonight.

You bite and suck on his naked thigh playfully, then kiss the bruised skin before you start all over. His taste is clean, watery, and slightly salty as you lick his length, tip to base. His abs flex under your palm when you finally take him in your mouth. You mewl around his cock; he must know how much you love it after all, and your ears are filled with his breathless moans of pleasure.

Your spit spills out the corners of your mouth as you take him deeper down your throat, and you suck him off sloppily while you massage his sac.

"God...fu- uck...Y/N -"

He starts squirming while his hand rests on the back of your head encouragingly. You know he's close, almost there, and as always, there's that small voice in your mind telling you to be a brat.

Stop. Stop. Stop. Ruin his orgasm.

You exhale through your nose and slow your movements until you're sucking his tip casually.

His chest heaves, and you listen with amusement as Travis catches his breath, muttering curses.

"Get up here", he orders eventually, and you happily obey, smacking your lips lewdly as you climb back on his lap.

Travis leers at you and unclasps your bra swiftly before tossing it aside.

"You won't be needing that anymore, doll, thank you."

Your nipples harden when the room temperature hits your flushed chest. He fondles your tits and flicks his rough thumbs over your nipples. His cock is still hard; it rubs and rests heavy against your ass while you squirm on his lap.

"C'mere", he growls, licking his lips as he coaxes you closer. You do as he tells you and lean in. He sucks one nipple into his mouth while tweaking the other between the pads of his fingers.

You arch your back at the sensation and run your hands through his soft, raven hair. He hums approvingly and twirls the tip of his tongue around the other nipple before blowing warm air on it.

"Fuck, Travis! Please..."

He flicks his tongue once more and grins.

"Huh? Are you asking me something?"

It could be so easy. All you need to do is lift your hips, angle them, and sink down onto his cock. Your cunt clenches around nothing at the thought, and you feel your wetness drip down your inner thighs.

Next, Travis grabs your wrist and guides them behind your back wordlessly before tying them together with his tie.

"Don't even think about it, hon. You said it yourself, you're my little, fucktoy.", he says, sneering at you when your face drops to a disappointed pout. He pulls on the knot and checks if it's secure before one of his hands settles back between your legs.

"How can, ah, you even be so patient?", you ask through gritted teeth when he starts fingerfucking you. He chuckles as he plays with your juices and uses it as lube to rub your swollen clit.

"I just don't want this to be over too quick.", he answers with a nonchalant shrug.

You tilt your head back with a moan when he leans forward to kiss and lick between the valley of your breasts while he continues to finger you. Your body is on fire at this point, burning with the selfish urge to come while he edges you towards climax only to deny it all over again.

You're a whimpering mess now. Your thighs are quivering, your wrists straining against the tie; all you crave is touching him while his cock is buried inside you.

"Mhm, you're so fucking beautiful", Travis coos as he watches you fall apart with passionate glee. "- and all mine."

You nod enthusiastically as you grind your pussy into his fingers. Deeper, he needs to go deeper.

"Fuck, yes...I - I'm yours!"

Your heart is hammering in your chest as you try to make yourself come with sheer willpower. Perhaps if you just imagine his cock inside you -

Travis lifts up your hips suddenly; holds you in place with one hand, and his biceps flexes as he guides the tip of his cock to your slick entrance. He squeezes your hip and holds his length in place as he lets you sink down on it.

Your eyes squeeze shut, and you moan shamelessly when his thick cock fills you up eventually. You don't move at first until his fingers ghost over your quivering thighs, tickling along your skin teasingly.

"Go on, honey, fuck me.", Travis coos and you crack one eye open to see if he's serious before you start rolling your hips slowly, cautiously.

Your muscles are burning, your blood is rushing in your ears as your heart beats violently, yet you cannot stop now.

His calloused hands roam over your body as you start rocking your hips faster. You hold his gaze now, glossed over black eyes staring into your soul as you fuck him fervently. He's breathing hard, and so are you. Damp skin meeting skin in a steady rhythm until you feel the pleasure building up to a peak in your loins.

One of his hands comes to rest on your throat gently, and large fingers spread apart before he squeezes lightly. You feel your pulse throb in your jugular vein, and the sensation is intense, so good, too good. He knows what he's doing.

Up, up, up, up, and your cunt flutters around his cock.

Your eyes roll back as you come with a choked out cry. Travis lets go of your throat and gets a hold of your ass instead. Your legs are shaking, almost cramping up, and you're tired, but you grind your teeth and let him bounce you on his cock some more while he chases his own orgasm.

You squeeze your pussy and clench your walls around him tightly until his hips jolt and his cock starts throbbing inside you.

Your legs give in and you let yourself fall forward until your forehead rests on his shoulder. Your breath ghosts over his flushed skin, still breathing heavy, and Travis shudders and exhales shakily while his cock softens. You can feel his cum leaking out, mixed up with your own arousal and you remind yourself to buy a morning-after pill tomorrow.

He embraces you gently, pulls you closer up on his chest, and unknots the tie around your wrist eventually. You hiss in pain as you move your hands and wriggle your fingers. Now that your brain starts to somewhat function again, you notice the fatigue and soreness.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, darlin'", he mutters worriedly as he takes a closer look at your bruised wrists.

"Was it too tight? Fuck, I -"

"No, it was perfect. 'Tis just collateral damage", you snicker quietly and wave him off lazily. He peppers kisses along your bruised skin before lifting up your chin to inspect your throat.

"Travis...", you sigh with a tired smile. "I'm fine, really. Actually, you could've been a little rougher."

He scoffs but smirks and flicks your temple in return.

"Ow! Now that goes too far, buddy.", you pout before your lips pull into a dopey grin. You shift your hips slightly and Travis sucks air through his teeth as your pussy squeezes around his sensitive length.

"Honestly...I almost forgot you're still in there.", you yawn, earning a playful scowl from him.

"Are you saying -"

"No, your dick is huge, honey. The best one I've ever had, and no I'm not just saying that 'cause it's your birthday."

He quirks an eyebrow and purses his lips as he looks at you suspiciously.

"Happy Birthday, Travis. I love you.", you tell him then and before he can say anything in return, you initiate another sloppy kiss.