#love watching how emotional he gets during Saturdays

[sunshineandlyrics]

Emo Saturdays

FITFWT Cardiff, 15 November 2023

[blingblong55]

No Judgement- Simon "Ghost" Riley

---- F!Reader, fluff, dad!Ghost, husband!Ghost, mentions of dad-bod!Ghost ----

A/N: I've been having baby fever for about a week now and recently saw a tiktok and…it made me emotional for some reason so…here's this piece I wrote

Simon was the man who saw himself living in war and dying in it and then you came into his life. For some reason only he knows, he found himself being more careful during missions. Before you, he would rush into a room without care and now, he is more cautious. All because he wants to make it home, to a warm and cosy house. To your arms and loving kisses and to those three kids he swears he'll forever love.

You dated him for 2 years before he knew that you were it for him. Two years and five months, that is what took him to get on his knee and ask you to marry him. Oh if only Tommy was here to see this, that laugh he would have. Before you, Simon didn't show much emotions, besides anger or that cold and rude one he presented himself with. Now, all he can do is talk and talk about all he feels and most of the time, he shows that love and raw emotion through actions.

He didn't cry before you either, except for when his family died but when he saw you walk down the aisle, he couldn't contain the tears. Soap patted his back without judgement for he knew the girl walking to the groom was the one who made the crying groom's heart beat once again. Three years into the marriage, you become pregnant with your first child, a son and oh was Simon delighted.

He was prepared for it all, took courses, read books and made sure the home was baby proof of course, you took the role of being the princess, not a finger lift from you or he would pretend to get upset at it. He needed to protect you, even from the corners of the table, which he of course made sure were ready in case you or the kid would bump into them.

One baby and a puppy later, Simon Riley was a father and for the first two years, he took leave from the military and focused on you and the baby. His eyes are like his father and his energy is just like his. There were days when Simon cried, from sadness and happiness. For one, he was sad his mother didn't get to meet his son and he was happy that for the first time in so long, he knew what a family was like. Lazy Saturdays and Sundays, laying under a tree in the back yard, the grass all nice and soft so the baby would learn to crawl and eventually walk. The puppy watching with the guard, just in case the baby fell.

Simon was always there, for motivation, protection and love. He wanted to ensure that he wouldn't fuck up with this life of his. Soon enough though, he went back to work but he made sure to always have his family in mind. The giggles, the lullabies, smiles and that sweet emotion he had when he watched you and his son. It was bittersweet but so beautiful.

The birth of your second son came as no surprise when Simon once walked to you, shirtless and holding his son with one arm. For some reason that sight alone provoked you to want a second child, which as the loving husband Simon is, he obliged. Nearly ten months and he was by your side, holding your hand, letting you grip it and cry as your second little one came into the world. That cute nose and that smile, what a delight to be a mother to a whole new little light of life.

The holidays became more chaotic as the two boys grew up. Simon slowly left the military, doing fewer missions and being home more often. He began to grow a soft tummy and muscles, something he grew to be insecure about but with plenty of hours of cuddling one night and many kisses that included sweet nothings to his ear, he loved this new him. He wasn't his father but rather the best dad those two little monsters could ever ask for. His beard grew a little and you began to love this sight of him, it was beautiful really. So much so, that one day, as he was doing push-ups with his sons on his back and how they giggled, you teared up.

Making a home was easy but making a happy family was hard and rewarding. Before you knew it, Simon was carrying the kids around the living room, letting them beat him in a playful game of fighting and tag. The giggles around the house, the way Simon smiled like he had entered heaven, that is what made you tear up the most. This is home.

During the holidays, Simon gets so excited that he overdoes it all. He dresses like Santa Claus, eats the biscuits, drinks milk and even gets a treat from the woman of the house. A sneaky little kiss before Santa has to leave for other homes. "I've heard the woman who lives here is the most beautiful, maybe she'll kiss me as a little treat?" He smiles, pleading with those eyes of his. And who could you be to deny him of a sweet kiss?

For the first 5 years of being a proud dad to his two sons, Simon would wear matching outfits with them. It was sweet, watching him get excited like a child, trying to dress his sons up and take them for a walk.

There is one thing he was always making sure would be a rule at home and that is how they treated you. No son of his would be discarding a woman, no son of his would be disrespectful and no son of his would not see how much it takes being a mum and one who works and keeps a home clean and steady. And you bet he taught his sons how to clean and cook later in life.

One warm Spring day came in when you told him the news. Baby number three would be on her merry way. Just like before but with some slight changes, he spoke to your belly. He kissed it, read to it and told his jokes to it. His warm hands are placed on your soft belly when he looks up at you, "Thank you," his eyes are watery and you tilt your head just a bit. "For what?" you ask.

"For giving me a family, for making a home with me. Lovie, before you, I was truly nothing, just a man in a borrowed body and now, I have reason to own this old body of mine. I'm a husband and a dad, I love you," he kisses you and then your belly.

After the birth of your daughter, he like your two sons carried her in a camouflage carrier. A pink bow is one of the little patches. 'Baby girl Riley' is one of those patches as well.

As time went on, he transformed into a retired military officer. Now, he is a full-time dad. Night shifts and diaper changes were his duty as well as your comfort. With more time, he had a softer tummy, his dad bod making him insecure some days but as always, you were there to reassure him it was normal and it was beautiful.

There have been moments when you catch yourself being mesmerised by him.

For instance, when he plays dolls with your daughter or he gets into his role of the cashier when playing grocery. His sass when your daughter doesn't hurry up paying with her card or cash and how he calls her sweetheart any time she pays. There was one time when you saw him sat down on the sofa, watching telly all as your daughter did his makeup, hair and how she gossips with him and he gossips back. By the end of the day, he asks you to undo the tiny rubber bands from his hair.

Before he retired, you found him sitting by his desk, toys all over it as he wrote a report, played and gave his attention to his sons and this was because you were tired and he wanted to give you extra hours of sleep.

He became a football coach for your son's team, every Saturday he was on that field, whistling and shouting for when they make a goal. Of course, you and your daughter sat on the bleachers, eating snacks and cheering for the young footballer of your son. Simon of course would have dark cargo jeans and in most pockets, he had snacks for all his kids. "Daddy, mummy says you have my gummies," his youngest son would softly say and Simon would just pat his bottom pocket and his son would soon take out his gummies.

As his daughter grows old, it's his dad duty to not allow his daughter to date some idiot so, he makes sure to take her on dates, bring her flowers and make her understand how a man should treat her. When he and his two sons go to a different city for some sporting event, he comes back with two bouquets, one for you and one for his princess.

Since he didn't have a stable childhood, Simon, during winter buys everyone matching pyjamas. It just makes things 110% better in his opinion and who can deny a man with easy needs such a cute need? Never you, certainly.

By the time he reaches forty-three, Simon has his entire camera roll filled with pictures of his beautiful family and the occasional picture of a bird he thinks the kids would like to see.

Now, as you lay in bed with him, he turns to you, "I think I have lived this life to its fullest, lovie," he smiles and caresses your face. "Hm, yeah?" you lean into his touch and he nods like a little kid. "I mean, I have three amazing monsters, I am getting to see past thirty and I have always wanted a hot and funny wife, so I know for a fact that I have lived the best of it," he kisses your hand and holds it as he falls asleep.

A/N: Sometimes, I want a husband, a picket fence and lazy weekends with our kids bursting through the door in the morning and feeling like I made it in life…anyway…bye!

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[uc1wa]

making out with jason in the backseat of his car mhmmmmmm

tags: fem reader, slight dumbification

it was exhausting, the bickering that hadn’t seemed to stop after leaving the gala you and jason had attended. you weren’t sure where it started, but it was painfully obvious that jason’s vigilante work was stressing him out, on top of bruce forcing him to go to gala’s every weekend.

gala season was exhausting in itself, but when working a job during the day, attending galas every weekend, and being a vigilante at night, jason was frustrated.

fifteen minutes from the gala and twenty minutes from yours and jason’s home, he had pulled his car into a commuter parking lot that was empty. flickering yellow lights partially illuminating the space, but the dark tinted windows didn’t allow much of it to make its way inside of the vehicle.

you’re turned in your seat, arched eyebrow while jason’s hands are holding the steering wheel with a grip that had the potential to snap it in half.

jason wasn’t saying anything as he took his hands off the steer, opening his car door and closing it with a harsh sound, making his way to the back end doors and taking a seat in his backseat, eyes looking at you knowingly.

"please don’t make me wait," his words come out like a warning, like if he has to ask again, he’s not going to touch your body for the next week.

your eyes watch his figure, the way he’s sat in the middle of the three seats that line the section of the car. his legs that are spread in a way that’s inviting you to take your seat where you belong. one arm is crossed over his chest while the other is resting on it, hand holding up his tilted head that has a bored expression on it, lips in a straight line and eyebrows holding no emotion.

you know better, so you do as he says, slipping into the back seat and sitting on his lap comfortably, the top of your head touching the car roof, but the slight discomfort is wavering as you're stared at with dark eyes.

"you know i’m tired baby. don’t you?" he asks, crossing his hands over his chest, careful to not touch the hips that he would usually claim as his. your head nods, eyes widened at the fact that your boyfriend isn’t all over you yet.

his eyebrow arches half a centimeter, moving back down to where it was not a second later. "then why do you keep testing me? can’t ever listen to me when i say be quiet, can you? just wanna keep running your mouth, and at a gala too? no fucking manners."

he's right, you know you need to stop blabbering on when jason tells you to be quiet. you know how to act at galas. hell, you've been to hundreds, it felt like. but... can you blame yourself for wanting attention? after all, you're getting it just like you'd planned.

you're quiet, looking at every line on your boyfriend's face, like studying the face you've grown to love will give you an answer on what to say next. but, jason knows what you're about to say; he knows the way you're about to apologize one-too-many times, all pathetic.

so, uncrossing his arms from his chest, a hand grabs your chin and pulls you forward, smooshing your lips together with his in nothing but harsh intent. a kiss that's short of sensual and filled with teeth and uncomfort—until it isn't. until jason's tongue is licking the inner of your cheeks and the roof of your mouth. until your lipgloss is smeared over his lips and it's hard to catch your breath and you can't help but to grind yourself down on his growing erection. as always, you'll get the attention you deserve, that jason swears he'll never give you, 'till he does.

note: am wishing everyone a good and great finals season. scheduling this 4 saturday so my blog isn’t dry asf hahaha. wooohoooo two more weeks!

[wondersinwaynemanor]

thinking how Dick always finds ways to hang out with his brothers. but reality is that, they have grown with different schedules and locations and responsibilities. his brothers have partners now. Jason is a dad for goodness sake.

Dick finds himself often emotional. he is a man nearing his 30's, but he still often misses his younger brothers.

so Dick tries.

Dick, calls Jason, who is in Star City: Hey, Little Wing. You free this Saturday? There's a new action movie. Want to check it out?

Jason, pouts at the other end of the phone: Sorry, Dickie. I have to attend to Lian's reading playdate at her friend's house. Roy refuses to go.

Dick, feels a pang on his chest: Oh, of course, yeah. I'm glad you're there to teach Roy how to read.

Jason, laughs which makes Dick smile: Hey, lay off! But maybe we can watch another movie next month? My schedule is kinda booked this month-

Dick, doesn't mean to cut his brother off: No problem, Jay. Next time, yeah? Maybe me and Wally can visit soon.

Jason: You both should. Lian is asking for her favorite uncles. Please don't tell Tim and Conner I told you that.

Dick, laughs: I'll see you soon, Little Wing. Miss you. Say "hi" to Lian for me. And "fuck you" to Roy for me.

Jason, chuckles which makes Dick smile again: You got it, Goldie. See ya!

Dick keeps trying.

Dick knocks on the door of Tim's room and cherishes this moment, because Tim is barely at the Manor. Well, none of them mostly are at the Manor for years now. He enters when Tim says "come in".

Dick: Timmy!! Want to try this new coffee-

he closes his mouth when he sees Tim in front of the mirror, wearing a suit and fixing a tie.

Dick, frowns: Oh, you leaving already?

Tim bites his lip as he concentrates to fixing the tie. Dick chuckles and approaches Tim to do it for him.

Tim: Yes, going to Metropolis for a business meeting. Then off to New York after, booked that hotel for me and Kon.

Tim gestures to the packed bag on the floor.

Dick, feels a pang on his chest: Oh, right right. I almost forgot.

he backs up and smiles at his brother.

Dick: Well, looks like you're ready to go. You look handsome, Baby Bird.

Tim, smiles: Thank you, Dick.

he gives Dick a quick hug and Dick wishes it was longer.

Tim: See you next week, Dick!

Dick: Have fun! See you, Timmy!

before Tim exists his room, he turns around.

Tim: You were saying something a while ago? Sorry, I didn't catch it.

Dick: It's nothing.

Tim: You better tell me when I come back. Bye, Dick!

Dick, says to the empty room: Bye...

and Dick keeps trying.

Dick is barely with Damian during patrols anymore, so he's glad his brother called for back up, since Bruce was in another planet with the Justice League. Damian has grown so much, he's been using new suits, because he has outgrown a few of the older ones.

Nightwing: Hey, Robin. Want to catch some Big Belly burgers after we freshen up?

Robin: I think I'll have to pass, Nightwing. Superboy is picking me up in a few.

Nightwing, feels a pang on his chest: Right, right. He better not drop you.

Robin, snorts, but he smiles so Nightwing smiles also: He would never.

before Nightwing leaves Robin on the rooftop, he leans down to kiss the top of his head. it hits him that very long ago, he acted as his father figure when Batman was gone.

Nightwing: Take care, okay? Love you.

Nightwing thought he would not get a response, but as soon as he turns around to head for home, he hears Robin.

Robin: Love you, Akhi.

Dick has come to accept that his brothers are grown up now. that maybe he wasn't part of their lives anymore, he could honestly cry-

so when the door opens of their house, he expects to see Wally, bringing flowers and food like usual, but he sees his brothers instead. Jason has a box on his hand, which happens to be a copy of the movie they were supposed to watch. Tim has a bag of coffee from the new cafe place. Damian has a bag from Big Belly Burger. and if there tears on his eyes when they hang out that night, at least he's got his brothers to cuddle with on the couch.

[strangersteddierthings]

Porcelain Steve - Part 6

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Even though he's expecting company, Eddie still jumps and yelps when his front door flies open without so much as a knock, revealing Dustin and Will.

"I know I said to let yourselves in, but a warning knock would have been nice," Eddie shoots them a glare, not bothering to stand from the couch where he'd been pretending to watch whatever terrible daytime movie was playing.

"Sorry," Will apologizes sheepishly while Dustin just laughs.

"Which of your moms dropped you off? If it's Claudia, I'm filing a complaint about how you were raised."

"Har har," Dustin says, swinging his backpack off and knelling down to unzip and dig into it. "We biked here."

"Lucky you, then. The complaint will wait."

Dustin wrestles a blanket from his backpack. Unwrapping it reveals Steve, hair rumpled but otherwise unharmed. "Alright. Delivered safely. We gotta go meet El and Mike now but we'll see you on Saturday, right?"

Eddie sets Steve on the couch, angled towards the TV. "Yeah. I get the feeling if I don't show for the barbeque that Joyce will show up here and drag me there by my ear."

"She would," Will confirms with an easy shrug. The boys turn to leave before Will exclaims, "Oh! Almost forgot!" before digging into his pocket for something, turning around to give it to Eddie.

"What?"

"El and Steve spoke again. He had a lot of things to say. I spent a good portion of the last three days writing down everything as El repeated it to me. This is your letter," he says, having successfully pulled out what looked to be a folded piece of paper out of his pocket.

"Oh," Eddie takes it, and realizes it's not just one folded piece of paper, but three. "Wow."

"Seems you are Steve's second favorite," Dustin grins at him from the doorway.

"You are first, I assume?"

"No. Robin is. She got five pages."

That tracks, actually. Eddie's not surprised Robin got the most pages.

Soon enough, the boys are off and Eddie returns to the couch, pulling his legs up to sit crisscross. "Alright, Stevie, let's see what you have to say."

He unfolds the pages completely and is met with Will's now familiar penmanship scrawled across the sheets of wide rule paper that has clearly been ripped from a composition notebook. He's seen Will's handwriting plenty over this last year, quickly scribbling notes during DnD sessions and on the little item cards Will makes himself to hand out when he DMs.

Will's handwriting isn't always the neatest, but this looks like Will took time, wanted his writing to be legible. Flipping through the papers he sees it is two pages, front and back, of a letter, and the third page is a list of questions in a different, neater handwriting. He gets the feeling that Will probably didn't paraphrase anything. How many people got letters? How much of Will and El's time was devoted to doing just this?

Eddie feels emotional over this, misty-eyed and a lump in his throat, and he hasn't even read the damn letter yet.

"Shit, Stevie, do you even realize how loved you are?" Eddie asks out loud, turning to look at Porcelain Steve like he might answer him this time. Blank hazel eyes stare forward. Eddie shakes his head, to clear away his thoughts, and gets to reading. Not out loud, because he doesn't want Steve to hear how wet his voice will sound.

Eddie,

I guess the first thing I want to say is thank you. I was kind of freaking out when I first woke up like this. It was calming, that day on the lawn, after Robin and Nancy found me. You were so chill and just chatted my ear off like you would have if I were, like, there. I mean, there there and not like, doll-there, if you get what I mean.

Shit, man, being stuck like this would have been a hell of a lot worse without you, I'm certain. Everyone's been great, of course, and, like, no offense meant, Will and El, but you act most normal. Helps me feel, well, I don't know how, exactly. Describing emotions is not something I'm like, good at. Robin's great, too, but she catastrophizes, you know? And since I can't speak back, she can get herself pretty worked up about this and I hate that. Hate that I can't do anything to help her.

Shit. This isn't your issue. Don't include that. No, wait, do. Sorry, El. (It is here, off in the margin, that Will has added 'I wrote everything word for word. Enjoy the asides to El and me.) Hanging out with you helps her, I think. She seems less anxious on days we spend with you. So, I guess, I also want to thank you for that. For being there for Robin when I can't.

Eddie has to pause there because he had no idea. Robin has been a grounding force for him this whole time. He had no idea he was doing the same for her. She never said, or let on... well, that was probably her goal and now Steve's spilled the beans.

This is getting easier to say, even if I still don't know how to feel about the other two people who are going to be privy to everything said, or I guess from your end, written here. (Here, Will has transcribed a conversation they seemed to have had in the middle of writing this up.) Oh. He means us. - El Yes. Don't worry Steve, we'll do our best to forget everything you've said once it's written down. - Will Steve laughed and says thanks. - El I appreciate that but- well, being honest there's some things I want to say but I don't want anyone else to hear. Those conversations are better left face to face, anyway. So, uhh, what else did I want to say?

Oh! Yeah, I told Robin she could drive around the Bimmer, so she can have a car while I'm- so she doesn't have to bike everywhere but knowing her she probably won't take me up on that offer. Maybe you can talk her into it? Or, maybe she'll be willing to drive your van around and you can take the bimmer.

"Jesus, Stevie, can't you just be okay with existing?" Eddie says it under his breath and tenses instantly. For a moment, he forgot that Steve was right there on the couch with him, could hear him. Now he has to explain himself because Steve's already heard, and without the context of how Eddie really means those words, they can sound judgmental. "Shit. Sorry. I just read the part about your car and, dude, you just don't know how to not try and be helpful, huh? I bet it's destroying you on the inside that you can't do anything. But Steve, you gotta know, we don't care about you because you're useful."

Steve, of course, can't reply, so Eddie goes back to the letter.

Uh, what else was there? Oh! Yeah! I don't get migraines here. Or, in this body? Or, whatever it is. I haven't had one since this happened. Also, no hearing issues. Though I find myself wishing to be completely deaf sometimes. I get that Max can listen to Kate Bush for a week straight, but I'd like a little variety. God, what I wouldn't give to listen to the Top 40 again. Don't say anything, Munson. I can already see your judgmental face at my music taste. Unlike you, I have the ability to like multiple types of music. The Top 40 AND that one song from, uhh, shit. Might not have migraines or hearing issues at the moment, but the memory is still as it was. Which means it is shit. That one song by that metal band where their name sounds like it's metal? You know who I mean. (In the margin, Will has just written five little question marks in a row ?????)

"The band you were thinking of, it's Metallica," Eddie says.

Not important. But, uh, the reason for telling you this. I was hoping you might smuggle me to a show the next time your band plays at the Hideout? Last time I tried to go it was too loud and gave me a migraine, you remember, but I think that I could listen to your whole show like this. We might as well take advantage of the perks of this shit situation, right? So, uh, I wouldn't mind if you did that. Or, like, had Robin or someone else bring me. Whichever.

Actually, wait, I lied, I do care which way. I've already had them pen down Robin's letter, so you'll have to pass this on, but I want Robin to take me. So, I can also watch the show, not just listen. That was the part I liked most, when I went last time, before I had to leave. Wait. Scratch that. Ask Argyle. Other than you, he seems like the only person willing to be caught holding me in public, mostly because I don't think he even knows how to be embarrassed. Jesus that was such a weird sentence to say. Holding me in public. Such a weird thing to experience, too.

Uh, anyway, I think that's it for now. Thanks for everything, Eddie.

"I think you're handling this loss of bodily autonomy rather well, Steve. This letter is a lot more positive than the one I would have written if our roles were reversed," Eddie says with a sigh. He can't help but wonder what Steve would have said in this letter if it hadn't had to be filtered through two teenagers first.

He looks to the last page, the list of questions, and is surprised to see that, mixed in with questions about which sports team is winning (he is not going to watch Sportsball for Steve. There has to be a line drawn somewhere and this is it. He will ask Wayne about it later and hate the glee he sees in his uncle's eyes because now he's going to have to pretend to like sports for the unforeseeable future) and for honest updates about their friends are questions about Eddie's campaign that he's rambled on about since Steve can't escape. Steve wants spoilers, wants to know what Eddie has planned.

Steve has actually been listening. He'd been operating on the assumption Steve just tunes him out when he gets going, unable to stop his brain to mouth filter when it comes to talking about Dungeons and Dragons and his current campaign.

"I'm at your list of questions now. I can't answer anything about sports, and don't think I'm unaware of how you asked me and not Lucas. I see what you are doing and I'm not going to fall for it. So, your first non-sportsball question here; How is Dustin doing, really? Well, that's a whole thing but overall, okay."

[ruskaroma]

omg omg (i really need professional help) i had this Vision of dark+DARK+mean!john wick learning about an asshole who bullied their bunny-really-the-nicest-human-being!reader back during her school years (the reader cluelessly mentions it during conversation). john is not just angry outraged etc, he is The Rage, The War, The Biblical Day of Wrath, so he finds that guy, beats/tortures the living shit out of him and then brings his absolutely clueless little pretty bunny so that she could finish him. john is behind the reader, his arms wrapped around her arms, his hands on her shaking hands holding a gun pointing at the barely breathing man tied to a chair. the reader is crying begging to stop, and john goes "he deserves it, honey <3. now, right kneecap. go, princess, don't let me down".

Oh my god I have something for you.

Let’s give it a very dark twist, shall we? We’ll stick to this concept, but let’s make it even darker.

TW: mentions of past sexual and physical abuse, blood and gore, graphic depiction of torture, john being a very very mean man like he is fucked in the head may god bless his soul, john is also forcefully making the reader kill the man so there’s that.

It was a slip of your tongue. You didn’t notice it, but John surely did. You were used to rambling your thoughts away, a habbit that John adores so much, hearing your voice and telling him everything that’s in your head, because it means you’re not keeping any secrets from him.

A supposed to be peaceful Saturday night ruined John’s whole week, but he didn’t let it show. He kept himself composed around you, smiling so softly when you’d share a random fact about the things you’re holding or whatever comes in mind. He’s a master in the arts of keeping his expression controlled despite his emotions practically clawing their way out of his fucking lungs.

Your head was on his lap as he brushed your hair with his long fingers softly. For a hand that’s killed too many people to count, it’s surprisingly merciful around you. A shitty horror movie was playing on the TV but your attention quickly diverted to somewhere else when you watched a rather familiar scene in the film.

“Oh, man, that sucks. I know how it feels, I used to get hit by my ex-boyfriend all the time.”

What the fuck, John thought. His fingers stopped their movements as he furrowed his eyebrows. You said it as a whisper too but he heard it. He heard it fucking clearly.

“What?”

“Huh?” You moved your head to look up to him. “You said something?”

“You did,” John pointed out. “About your ex-boyfriend. What did you say?”

“Ohhh,” you said in realization, but your tone was calm. Like it was the most fucking normal thing to say in a conversation. “Yeah, he was mean. He used to hit me every time I made a very small mistake, but he said sorry when we broke up.”

John didn’t know what to say. He was frozen, trying to comprehend the words that were being thrown at him all at once.

His baby – the love of his life, someone who cannot even hurt a fucking ant – just dropped a bomb that she was a victim of abuse.

“Why didn’t you tell me about this before?” John tried to keep his voice leveled, soft, as he placed a large hand on your cheek and pulled you up so he could take a good look at your face.

“Well, you didn’t ask. And it’s not like it mattered anymore. I went to therapy and everything was back to normal.”

“No, that’s not –” he closed his eyes in frustration, trying so hard to keep his shit together. “Did he do anything else? Where is he now?”

“He’s–he’s doing fine. I don’t know where he is, it’s been awhile since we’ve gotten in touch.”

John could hear the tremble in your voice, like you knew what was going to come, like you knew what he’s going to do.

He didn’t answer after you said that. He looked away from you, put his attention back to the television.

You shrugged it off, hoping he would let it go.

*

He did not, in fact, let it go.

You came home one day after work to see him being rather... cheery than usual. It was unusual in itself. John being particularly cheery was not something you see in your everyday life.

He had already cooked dinner when you arrived, ate it beside you with an arm around your shoulders. He was also crooning at your ears, asking about your day if something special happened.

“I have a surprise for you.”

Your eyebrows flew up, curious yet amused. Is this why he was cheery all of a sudden?

He led you to his basement – a place where you’re never allowed to go, always bolted shut and completely restricted to you. You were getting a pretty bad feeling about this.

“What–what are we doing here, John?”

Again, he didn’t answer. You could see the grim, dark expression on his face as he opened the door. The face you only ever see when he was just coming back from a long, tiring day at work. The face you only see you know he just slaughtered someone.

Turns out, he did.

Not exactly slaughtered, but close enough.

The man who made you go through hell for years, tied up in a chair in the middle of the room, missing all his fingers on both his feet and hands.

“John, what the–”

Your boyfriend pushed a heavy pistol in your hand, and your heart is beating so hard inside your chest you couldn’t speak properly. You haven’t yet got the time to comprehend what was happening. It was all too fast.

“Pull it.”

“J-John, please don’t–”

“Pull it,” John repeated. He didn’t like repeating himself. You know this. He was standing behind you, his chest pressing against your back, warm and broad and his voice sounded so menice and fucking evil and– “Pull it, baby, before I do it myself.”

“Why are you–” your voice was shaking as well as your hands. You wanted to drop the weapon but you knew it wouldn’t do you any good, not when John was just behind you. “Why are you doing this, John? Please let him–let him go, it was a long time ago–”

“I don’t care,” he said simply, one large hand sneaking down to grab your wrist that’s holding the gun, pointing it directly at the man who’s – Jesus, was he still alive? You saw him move, he flinched, then let out a cough that made more blood from his mouth drip onto his lap. “I haven’t killed him yet because that’s your job.”

“N-No–” tears were forming into your eyes. The feeling of John’s hand gripping yours was already too much to bear, much worse pointing it to the man who abused and neglected you during your relationship, but why were you feeling bad? “John, I–I don’t w-want to, John, please, I don’t want–”

John sighed, disappointed, but he didn’t let you go. Instead, he leaned down closer to your ear and pressed a soft kiss there. His beard tickled, making you flinch and let out a shaky breath as you gulped hard.

“John, he–I know you’re doing this because you think it’s best, but I–I promise you that it’s not worth it–it’s in the past and, and–”

“Excuses, excuses,” John whispered, standing straight and taking a step away from you, positioning himself in front of the gun. “Here you are, begging for the life of the man who abused you in the past. Don’t you think that sounds absolutely ridiculous, baby?”

“It’s not–it’s not ridiculous, John, I promised! We–we talked one time after our breakup and he–he apologized for everything, I swear–I swear, John, it was all in the past–”

John cut off your rambling with an evil stare, and it was so unlike him that it scared you right to the very core. “Pull the trigger or I will. I’ll put a fucking hole in his head, saw it off and send it to his little wife and children back in Vegas.”

“John–” you sobbed. “John, please–”

“Did you know that I made him confess every diabolical shit that he’d done to you every time I chop off one of his fingers?” John said it in such a calm and steady tone that it made you only afraid of him even more. “I chopped all his fingers, and he still won’t stop confessing more. Can you believe that?”

“I already forgave him–I already forgave him, John, this wasn’t necessary–”

“It won’t be the same if I’m the one who pulls the trigger now, would it? It wouldn’t be fair, because I’m not the one who suffered under his hands,” John pushed even further, walking back to his original position behind you, gripping your arm and pointing the pistol directly at his head. “If you don’t pull that fucking trigger in the next five second, I’ll let you use a chainsaw to do it and trust me when I say you wouldn’t want it messy.”

You gulped, feeling yourself grow more and more afraid as John stood behind you. He was radiating anger, but he was keeping it at bay, though his swear words might be some of the leakage of his emotions he couldn’t contain any longer.

“I don’t want–don’t make me d-do this, John–”

“One...”

“John, please–”

“Two....” His voice was scary. Deep and level, and the grip on your arm tightened. You felt suffocated.

“I’m gonna throw u-up if I–”

“Three...” He was getting agitated.

The man’s head rose up from his position earlier to meet your eyes, and you swore you felt your stomach churn. His eyes were fucking gone.

The man opened his mouth to speak and a weak voice came. “D-Don’t–”

You pulled the trigger.

“There’s my little bunny.”

You dropped the gun as soon as his brains flew against your face and onto the wall, painting it red. You couldn’t bear to watch any further. You turned with a sob and buried your face in John’s chest, crying hysterically as he soothed you calmly by petting your head.

“Good girl. You did so fucking good, I’m so proud of you.”

[wanderlust-in-my-soul]

Currently Watching - May

aka The Masterlist

Because I love a good little list - in alphabetical order! 😊

Regularly updated during the month, latest update 31.05.2024

A little link to my favorite bl-tropes-collection 💙

I am happy about gif-requests 🌼

Here you can find all of my gifs.

At the end you can have a look at what we can expect in April with a MDL link and a link for a trailer (if avaible).

This is guaranteed to contain spoilers!

1. 25 Ju, Akasaka de 🇯🇵 (7/10)

I really enjoyed this episode. It didn't feel like a filler. I loved to see some of Hayama's thoughts and emotions. He liked Shirasaki since forever and I really hope they can find their way back together. The pain is so bittersweet. They like each other, but because of walls and misunderstandings they can't live their feelings. Really good episode this week!

2. Cityboy_Log 🇰🇷 (16/?)

I am so confused right now. Sometimes these time jumps are confusing. But okay. Those two made up. And only Jihan apologised? I hate jealousy, extreme jealousy, but I think he didn't need to apologise... I think Jaejun should apologise too, at least for his flirty behavior and this fucking kiss. I still need time to love this again and I hope this story is not going to be more fucked up with cheating and stuff...

3. My Stand-In 🇹🇭 (6/12)

The only thing I can say about the last episode is: I am obsessed with this kiss... There is nothing more in my head. Brain empty. This series is becoming more and more interesting. I am emotional invested now!

4. Only Boo 🇹🇭 (8/12)

I love these two. They are adorable and a blessing on my sundays! We got our first kiss this week and it was a first kiss. It was a little bit awkward and hesitant and cautious and it fit their character really good. I love their energy and the fact that they love each other like they are. It is such a healthy relationship.

5. Wandee Goodday 🇹🇭 (4/12)

From One-nicht-stand to friends with benefits to fake boyfriends... And Kao is right, they have crossed the line with only being fake boyfriends a while ago. Jealousy is beginning to blossom. The wish to kiss each other is groing stronger day to day and I love it here! And is it not normal that you need time to come clean with your own feelings and getting over a year long crush? I totally understand both of them for not letting go of their crushes of years that easy.

6. Word of Honor 🇨🇳 (20/36)

Those two flirt a lot and are a married couple. Everyone knows that. And I love and enjoy that! Overall this is such a fun watch and the different sects and intrigues are sometimes a little bit confusing, but interesting. I love this world of martial arts and I love how protective Wen Kexing is over Zhou Zishu.

Finished in May

Series

Unknown 🇹🇼

The story about found family, childhood trauma and struggling topped with a lovestory between "brothers". They aren't brothers by blood so I really didn't care and just enjoyed this forbidden and hurtful lovestory to the fullest. This was exactly what I hoped for! The longing, tension and hurting is so good! The love between them is real and strong, but Qian is afraid and can't just let his heart decide over the head, yet. He loves Yuan, but is afraid what that means for them and especially for Yuan's future. I love this series so much! I didn't expect too much when I started it and got hooked really fast and in the end my entire week pointed to the saturdays and te new episode and the interaction here with the fandom. The last two epsiodes lost a little bit track and were to cramped with things that didn't need to be there, but I still loved this whole experience! So fucking beautiful! One of my all time favorites. A clear and big 10 out of 10!

Love Is Like A Cat 🇰🇷

The last two epsiodes were so bad I didn't want to gif any scene for this post... I cringed through this whole series... well at least through those parts I didn't skip. I mean, I could not even watch the kiss-scene, because all I could see were the few beard stubbles around Mew's mouth like he didn't get all of them while shaving. And they were so visible against the lightning. And all of their relationship felt so rushed and don't get me started with the thai/korean translator thingy. The concept of this was interesting, but bad executed. It really hurt my feelings to rate a korean bl this low, but everything, the plot, the acting, the dialogue, the script... everything was bad. When I close one eye really tight and think about this cutie Dae Byeol I can give it a 3 out of 10, but really not more.

You Are Mine Special 🇹🇼

This was not on my list this month, but here we are. And what can I say? They kissed a lot! So many kisses! If someone likes kiss, here ya go! It was sweet and a good ending to their story, but a little bit to sugary for me. But that is a personal preference. Those two get engaged and Shun Yu's mother approves of their relationship. It was kinda sweet seeing our CEO as "just" the boyfriend. I guess it is what you wish for as a special episode. I am not mad about it. I give it a solid 7 out of 10.

Blue Boys 🇰🇷

What was this ending? I am speechless and so damn angry! They overcame every misscommunication trope and ended like this? The bad-bitch-wanna-be-girlfriend? The If-I-can't-have-him-no-one-can-bitch? Really? It was a solid web series with great acting and incredible chemistry and they ended up breaking up, because a jealous bitch would destroy Jaemin's life if he continued dating Namyi? And Namyi is now thinking it is his own fault, because his family is rich and because he fell in love? I don't like it here. That ending was stupid. Sorry. Overall a 7 out of 10.

Memory in the letter 🇹🇭

I enjoyed this cute series so much, until the final episode... What was that? It was sweet and kinda wholesome, a little bit tacky, but that was alright and I really liked how they fell in love over the mirror. But that ending? The dad's best friend is now your boyfriend? And he looks so fucking different! Like a total different person. I know, love should be blindm but lets me real, if that was me, I would be: Stop. Who the fuck are you? Why is a 40 year old man hitting on me 20 year old? This felt so bad... I have no problem with the whole time travel, but 20 years is too much! And he is his father's best friend. He delivered his future boyfriend. That felt so wrong! I was a fan until ep 5 and with 6 everything went down... I still give it a 7 out of 10.

Boys Be Brave! 🇰🇷

Okay, it ended.... like that... where is the special epsiode? I want to know how the last date goes between Balgeum and Inho. I am happy for our main couple and they are cute as fuck, but what is with our unlucky side couple? Balgeum wants to become a better person for Inho and that is quite cute, unnecessary, but still kind of understandable. He needs to feel like he can offer Inho something more, while Inho is happy what he already has to offer. But with social backgrounds, I kind of understand him. But where is this special epsiode or spin-off?! I need it! Now! But I am really happy with the ending for our main couple. They are adorable! But the time skips with the hair-extansions confused me a little bit. But for me a strong 8 out of 10.

Kare no Iru Seikatsu 🇯🇵

They got their happy ending and I am happy with that. We got an I love you and some cozy snuggle time. What more do I need? Nothing... A coffee perhaps, but that's okay. I like this series. It was a cute watch with some heartache, but overall it was sweet and cute and positive. And I love Haruna for telling Natsukawa that wanting the best and happiest life for someone you love and at the same time refusing to give that person the thing that would make them the happiest is stupid. They are happy, I am happy. A happy 8 out of 10 for me.

Short Film

Movie

Dropped in May

Looking forward to in May

Upside Down aka Inverse Identity 🇨🇳 - Trailer (May 3rd)

Wandee Goodday 🇹🇭 - Trailer (May 4th)

My Marvellous Dream Is You 🇹🇭 - Trailer (May 8th)

Blossom Campus - Trailer 🇰🇷 (May 16th)

OMG! Vampire 🇹🇭 - Trailer (May 19th)

No international release dates:

A Balloon's Landing 🇹🇼 - Trailer (Coming to cinemas on May 10th)

The Time Of Fever 🇰🇷 - Trailer (Coming to cinemas on May 15th)

Manji Reverse 🇯🇵 (Coming to cinemas on May 24th)

The Time Of Huannan 🇹🇼 - Trailer (Coming to cinemas on May 31st)

[graysmiles-world]

Steddie Fake Dating Part 2

Part One, Part Three

Robin was whistling at work. She hasn’t stopped all day.

“What’s got you so chipper?” Steve grumbled, wiping down the counter. “Good night with your beau?” Robin was refilling the spoons and looked over to glare at him. 

“No,” she snapped. “But he is going to be visiting me today at work.” 

Steve raised a brow, “No shit. Really?”

“Yes, really,” she bit back. “So I’m excited about it, so what?”

“Nothing,” Steve shrugged, tossing the dirty rag underneath the counter to the bucket filled with other filthy rags. “Just nice to see you not so rude.” 

Robin huffed out what was close to a laugh, and Steve hid his little grin in the collar of his sailor’s shirt. “What time is he coming by?” 

“Around 2, I think. We’re supposed to go out for food after I get off.” 

Steve looked at the clock, which ticked slowly to the 11. The day was unusually cool for late June, and the mall was emptier than average. “How long have you been together?” he asked.

Robin turned to him with a furrowed brow, “Why do you care?” 

Steve shrugged, “I’m bored - you’re bored. Gives us something to discuss.” 

“Hm, okay,” Robin shrugged. “He’s a bit older than me, but we’ve been together since I was a sophomore.” 

Steve whistled, “Two years then, huh?” Robin nodded. “You think he’s the one?”

Robin bit the inside of her cheek before looking at Steve. “I don’t know. He’s the one for right now, you know?” Steve smiled at her. A few months ago, discussing any relationship would make him almost crumble on the spot, wrapped up in the explosion between him and Nancy Wheeler.

Now, however, he was thinking of Eddie. 

“What about you, Casanova?” Robin asked, knocking her foot against his. “You got anybody?”

Steve scratched his head, “Yeah. I do.” 

“And…” Robin started, “Do you think she’s the one?”

Steve leaned forward on the counter, trying not to melt like an ice cream cone in the summer sun at the thought of him and Eddie - forever. “I hope so.”

Robin looked at him in a way she’d never had before, her expression not one of disgust, annoyance, or any other emotion connected to it. Before he could ask about it, a gaggle of children with their parents entered the store - and they were too busy to talk much for the rest of the shift.

The closer it ticked to 2, the more Robin’s fingers tapped against the counter. Steve was leaning against the back wall, watching her watch the clock. “You know staring at it doesn’t make it go by faster, right?”

He could see Robin’s eye roll, even though she wasn’t facing him. “I know, but there isn’t anything else to do while I wait.” 

Steve was about to retort when his words died on his lips. Because out the mall, dressed in his usual get-up of dark clothing and silver, was Eddie Munson. He hadn’t turned to face Ship’s Ahoy! Yet Steve knew the nautical-themed storefront wouldn’t escape his notice for much longer.

He didn’t know what to do. Steve never expected Eddie to come to the mall, much less during Steve’s work hours. Eddie knew he had a job, but not what the job exactly was. And now he was here and about to find out. He was about to endure serious teasing about his uniform and in front of Robin, too. 

Steve darted a glance over to Robin, standing tall, staring out the doors. She must have just seen her boyfriend. 

Eddie turned to the storefront, something in his face lighting up at the sight. Steve felt that same warm feeling build up in his chest. Eddie walked towards the door, entering the storefront with a swagger Steve loved. 

Before Steve could do anything, not that he could do anything much out in public with his boyfriend, Robin rushed around the side and launched herself at Eddie. He caught her effortlessly, swinging her around like it was a movie and not a 2 p.m. on a Saturday in June. Steve just stood there. 

Eddie hadn’t seen him. He’d seen her, Robin. Robin, who was waiting for her boyfriend of two years. The boyfriend who was supposed to show up at 2 p.m. to pick her up. Eddie was that boyfriend. 

That warmth turned to ice and sank heavy in his stomach. It felt like he’d just gobbled down three banana splits. Like he was about to puke all over the display before him. Eddie still wasn’t looking at him. He was talking to Robin. Their lips moved, but no sound came out.

Robin said something, looking back at Steve with a smile that he couldn’t return. Eddie followed her eyesight, and finally, he saw Steve. 

They stared at each other until the ice in his torso shattered, and Steve could move.  He hurried into the back with as much dignity as he could. Steve collapsed through the bathroom, locking the door behind him with shaking fingers. 

He slid down on the wall, back pressed against stone, and feet out in front of him. Something was spilling down his cheeks, tasting of salt. Steve felt it and found shed tears shining on his fingers. 

There was no lump in his throat or squeeze behind his eyes to tell him he was crying. It was like a tap just turned on, and he was a victim of the water that flowed down his face. He couldn’t breathe, mind still reeling over what he’d seen.

Eddie was Robin’s boyfriend of two years. He was the one she thought might be the one, the person she probably loved, and she told him, and he told her back. Steve wasn’t that. 

He was crumbling down, breaking at the seams. He was a china plate shattered on the floor. There was no chance of putting him back together again. 

A knock pounded against the door, Robin’s voice echoing through the tiny room. “Steve, I have to go. Are you okay?” 

Steve swallowed, trying to sound like he wasn’t sobbing in the bathroom over her boyfriend. “Yeah, I just felt sick for a second. I’ll be out in a minute.”

Robin paused. “Okay. I’m going to go. I’ll see you later.”

Steve didn’t know if she had waited for a response or not before she left, but there was only silence afterward. He sat in there for a minute, two, ten. He waited for his heart to pierce itself together, but it didn’t. Eventually, he got up. He wiped his cheeks of tears and ran damp paper towels under his eyes. 

Steve went back to work. He gave out ice cream, cleaned the tables, and closed up shop at the end of the day. He locked the door behind him, leaving his heart on that bathroom floor.

Steve didn’t see Eddie that night, the day after, or the day after. The phone rang twice, but both times, Steve picked up. It was someone asking if his parents were home. 

At night, he imagined what he’d say to Eddie whenever he saw him next, how he’ll be cool and calm and explain that they’re done. Or maybe Eddie already knows they’re done, so he hasn’t been around. Maybe he’s glad Steve found out this way and was trying to find a way to tell him and break up with him.

Steve rolled over so his face was pressed into his pillows. He wet the cover with his tears and only slept a few hours, waking up throughout the night with a thundering in his chest, swearing that he heard Eddie’s loud van rumbling down the street. 

But there was never anyone there.

Steve stumbled into Scoops Ahoy! late the next day, he ignored Robin’s snide remarks as he punched in. He couldn’t talk to or even look at her without the urge to tell her everything burst out in word vomit over the tiled floors. And then where would that leave him?

Her comments slowly faded throughout the day, both working in silence, much like the day before. She didn’t ask him any questions, and he hoped she could sense how grateful he was for it. Steve sat in the back on his break, staring at the wall across from the table. He didn’t know what to think about. Nothing good enough in his life at the moment to distract him from the monotony of work.

He was only about three minutes into his break when he heard a familiar voice. 

“ Is he here?” Dustin asked Robin, who Steve was sure was staring at him with some awkward judgment. Steve stood up from the table, going to the swinging door with the closest thing he’s had to happiness in the last few days.

“Henderson!” he crowed at the sight of that little twerp. The brightness in Dustin’s expression smoothed over some of the cracks in his heart, and he didn’t feel like immediately falling into tears. 

“You got the job!” Dustin yelled, excited over something that Steve personally hated, but Steve couldn’t help but return the enthusiasm.

“I got the job!” They did a cool little handshake that Dustin made for them before leaving for camp, ending with Steve acting like all his guts were spilling out onto the floor.

After Dustin’s introduction to Robin and Scoops Ahoy!, he dragged Steve away to an empty booth and ordered a sailboat full of ice cream topped with whipped cream and hot fudge. Steve was still technically on his break, so he made no complaints. This was a way better way of spending his break than staring silently at the wall. He and Dustin spoke of ordinary things for a bit, Phoebe Cates, his apparent new summer camp girlfriend, all of the other shitheads ditching him, and something else he would only whisper. 

Dustin leaned down so he was closer to the table, his voice dropping considerably. He whispered something to the table, which Steve could not hear with all the chatter around them. Orange sherbert and chocolate, really, lady?

“Huh?”

Dustin groaned and whispered it again, but same as before, Steve couldn’t hear a thing. 

“Just speak louder-”

“I intercepted a secret Russian communication!” Dustin burst out, gaining the attention of everyone in the storefront, including Robin, who was staring at them with furrowed brows. 

“Jeez, shhh. Uh, that’s what I thought you said,” Steve said, leaning back so he was flush with the sticky cushions of the booth. “What does that mean?”

“It means, Steve,” Dustin leaned forward so Steve could feel the heat of his breath against his arm. “We could be heroes. True American heroes.”

Steve stared at him with a raised brow, wondering if the heat had gone to his brain. Dustin seemed to sense his apprehension and continued, “Just think, you could have all the ladies you want and more.”

“More?” Steve asked, taking a look at Robin. She was leaning over, scooping a cup of strawberry. He thought of Eddie, of his long hair and infectious chuckle. His excellent mood diminished a bit. Steve turned back to Dustin, who stared at him and cleared his throat. “I like more. What’s the catch?” There always was. Steve’s mind flashed to Eddie again. He knocked the image out of his head with a shake to the head, ignoring Dustin’s intriguing gaze. 

“No catch, I just need your help.”

“With what?” Steve asked. 

Dustin grinned at him, licking the plastic spoon clean of ice cream. “Translation.”

Next Part ->

[goldenlikedayl1ght]

lover - p. parker

a/n: hi guys so sorry it's been a while i meant to finish this a million times and im still not thrilled with the ending but oh well! i want to make a quick note that as someone whose hard of hearing i am aware that being hoh/deaf has a lot of rheotric around it and there's a lot of positive associations with being hoh/deaf but reader in this fic is not always happy with being hoh because being deaf/hoh has a LOT of complciated emotions associated with it! just keep that in mind as we go forward. warnings: hoh!reader, cursing probably, suggestive behaviors, lots of kissing, lots of fluff, a poorly written ending, gn!reader, reader having a lot of complex emotions about their hearing, talks of weddings, and reader has a mom and a step dad who love them. AUTISTIC PETER BTW ITS ONLY MENTIONED ONCE BUT IT IS IMPORTANT TO ME word count: 4.0k summary: peter parker is quite literally the most amazing boyfriend ever. even when you realize you're hard of hearing. pairing: tasm!peter parker x hoh!reader now playing: lover - taylor swift "my heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue/all's well that ends well to end up with you/swear to be over-dramatic and true to my/lover"

Going to the grocery store is a nightmare.  

Especially when you go on a Saturday in New York City, on a relatively nice day out.

You’re pushing the cart through the grocery store, trying to focus on what’s right in front of you as Peter comes up behind you, placing a box of cinnamon toast crunch in the bag before you check it off your list.

This is your system—Peter runs around grabbing your assorted groceries for the next two weeks as you check it off the list, then there is two people making sure you have all your groceries. This pretty much eliminates the possibility of having to run out to the store during the week.

And usually, you do this very early on Sunday mornings—Like, you and Peter are the first patrons at the store.

But you’re out of just a few things that are essential—Toothpaste, Milk, coffee—You pretty much just decided to get it out of the way for the next two weeks.

The problem now, is that you’re in this crowded store, full of people talking, machines beeping and carts wheeling.. You’re struggling to focus. That’s what you pass it off as, at least.

Peter’s hand lands gently on your arm as he says your name gently.

“Huh?” You tilt your head to look at him.

“I just wanted to know what was next on the list.” He smiles at you. You glance down at the list,

“Uh, Bread.” You tell him, planning on making grilled cheese and tomato soup for dinner.

“Okay, I’ll be right back.” He hums, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. You smile softly. You’re not the biggest fan of PDA but Peter can recognize when you’re feeling upset and just need a reminder of your worth.

A few minutes later, as you’re struggling to ground yourself in the middle of this Trader Joe’s, Peter spooks you when he comes up behind you, his hand resting on your upper arm.

“Fucking Christ—” You gasped, “You terrified me!”

“I’m sorry, Baby.” He says gently. “I called your name a few times, was yapping all the way down the aisle.”

“Oh..” Your face softens. You don’t really know how to say all the things you’re feeling.

“Hey, I’ll—I’ll finish up here, how bout you step outside for a few minutes? Wait for me by the carts?”

Your list is almost finished up so you nod, smiling gently before leaving the grocery store, finally getting some peace and quiet. You lean against the wall of the grocery store, watching people pass the grocery store. About twenty minutes later, Peter walks out of the grocery store, holding your grocery bags. He hands you two bags but carries about four. Your boyfriend is Spider-man, and as much as you hate taking advantage of that.. You can’t’ deny how nice his strength is for situations like this.

He shifts the bags around to pull two candy bars out of his pocket—

A Snickers for him, and a standard Hershey bar for you.

You eat your candy as you make the short trip home, not saying much. The candy bar helps, but this looming truth lingers in the air, and you don’t want to be the one to say anything about it. So the pair of you make your way into the apartment, putting away your groceries wordlessly. But in the quiet of your apartment, you stop, suddenly plagued with a new trouble.

“My ears are ringing.”

“What?” It’s not something he’s asking because he did not hear you, but the statement catches him off guard.

“My ears are ringing.” You repeat. He gently takes the oranges out of your hands, scared that you might dig your fingers into them and destroy them half an hour after he picked them out.

“Okay,” he says softly, putting them to the side. “Why don’t you go sit down in the living room while I make some tea and put the groceries away?” He gently prods. Too busy wanting to literally claw off your own ears, you nod and head over to your couch.

Peter’s by your side a few minutes later with a mug of tea on the coffee table. However, it goes quickly forgotten as you climb on top of him, cuddling into him. His hands rub your back gently. You sit like this for a while, until he decides to ask—

“How long have you had trouble with your hearing?” His voice is soft. You reflect for a little while, before responding with a soft,

“A long time, now..” You remember being a teenager and having trouble hearing your friends in the lunchroom and lectures being a nightmare during college. “I think I’ve been just ignoring it for a few years..”

He had a feeling that’s what your answer would have been—you’re rather in tune with yourself, and something like this would’ve been something you picked up on a long time ago. But he doesn’t blame you for ignoring something like this.

“You know we should probably go to an audiologist, right?” He asks.

“Yeah, I know..” You sigh, cuddling into him further, as if you can hide away from the entire world.

“I’ll take you,” he says gently, not wanting you to worry about going alone or being anxious. You’ll be anxious anyways, but maybe he could help. And he will help, his fingers always brushing against your skin, making sure you remember that he’s there and not going anywhere. It’s the best way he can help-- By making sure you’re not alone.

“Thanks..” Your voice breaks, and he frowns, his hand coming to find your cheek, pulling you into his view. The sight of you crying makes his heart squeeze.

“What’s the matter, baby?” He asks softly, his thumb wiping your tears.

“I don’t..” You bite your lip, trying to form the words. You’re not an idiot. You have done some research on Deaf culture. You knew that it was an enhancement, something to be proud of. And that was phenomenal—You had done a lot of courses in college on disability rhetoric, and you knew how important it was to reinforce positive associations with disabilities, as well as the fact that most deaf and hard of hearing people did not consider themselves disabled.

And all that pride lived inside of you—But you couldn’t help your struggle about the subject. It would take time to adjust to, and Peter.. Peter deserved an easy life. He was Spider-Man for Christ’s sake!

“I don’t want you to have to worry about me if it turns out I do have trouble hearing. I don’t want to be a burden to you.”

He frowns at this, tilting his head.

“Hey,” he tilts his head, looking at you with admiration. “Did you know when I was adopted by my aunt and uncle they told them I would be a challenge to raise? That my autism and lack of social skills would make me.. harder to love..?”

“You’re not hard to love.” You immediately say, and he smiles.

“I know. My aunt and uncle proved that to me, they went into raising me knowing that I would just have different struggles as other kids my age. Even if you are heard of hearing or deaf—You’re not hard to love. You just have different experiences and struggles from other people our age. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want every part of that journey.” He leans forward and places a kiss on your forehead. It makes you smile a bit. “Now, no more tears. Let’s watch a movie, and we’ll start our research tomorrow, okay?” He hums.

You nod and grab the throw blanket behind him, pulling it across the pair of you as he grabs the remote and turns on your favorite movie. His hands stay on you, rubbing comforting patterns into your skin.

He turns the subtitles on without you asking.

• • •

The audiologist office has lights that are too bright. You and Peter sit side by side, as you look around at the other patients. Your chest tightens as you realize you are surrounded by people in their 70’s and 80’s—Except for you, a twenty something year old, a young boy, around seven, and a teenage girl. You all share similar looks of discomfort, but in your anxiety, you notice that there’s a sense of.. familiarity in seeing people your age here.

You decide to put a pin in your thoughts, as Peter’s hand finds your thigh, and you glance back over to him. In the past two weeks, He’s been giving more physical cues to get your attention, a small way he’s trying to make you feel more comfortable.

“Stop bouncing your leg,” he says softly, “You’re just working yourself up.” He says gently. You nod, and then your name is called, so you gather your things, and before you go, Peter grabs your wrist, before throwing up the sign in ASL for ‘I love you’. You grin and throw it back, before following the nurse into the back.  

Peter waits, for around half an hour, making sure not to draw too much attention to himself. He makes pleasant conversation with two of the older ladies who are there, after finding out that they all grew up in Queens.

After that half hour, you come back out of the back rooms of the office, and Peter grins at you as he says a quick, respectful goodbye to the two older women, before handing you your jacket.

The pair of you stay quiet until you’re out of the office, and only when you’re a few steps away does he slip his jacket on before asking,

“How’d it go?” And with this, he clumsily signs along. The pair of you have been practicing ASL—Short phrases here and there.

You hesitate for an answer, going into your bag and fishing out a small ASL dictionary. Inside, in his sort of messy handwriting, Peter has written you a note that you take a glance at every time you open it. It reads, ‘Don’t forget I love you’, and it never fails to make you smile.

Another challenge you’ve been facing in your journey to learn ASL is your facial expressions—You’ve never been good at properly matching your face to your emotions or words, so it’s been a struggle.

“Fine,” You speak and sign. Then you pause. “Actually, not fine.” You sign, and then you drop the signing, because you’re only a beginner. “It’s sort of what we expected—My hearing is.. bad, and will probably get worse as I age.” His hand finds yours.

“Okay.. What did he say about hearing aids?”

“That If I felt like I needed them to schedule a follow-up.” You tell him. “But they’re expensive and I’ll need to do research to see what sort of health insurance coverage I have.”

He nods gently, his thumb rubbing your knuckles gently.

“Well, we’re gonna cross that bridge when we get there, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He throws up the sign for ‘I love you’. You throw it back. And it might seem stupid, but every time Peter holds up that sign, your heart melts a little bit. Maybe it’s a low bar or something like that—And it’s true. But Peter is learning a whole new language for the sake of making sure you’re comfortable and for your comfort. No one has ever done anything close to that for you.

• • •

Peter has become in tune with your body. Which is a weird way to say it, but it’s true. Those heightened senses of his come in handy, and mostly, he watches for tension in your shoulders and your jaw, perfect indicators that your ears hurt.

Usually, it’s this painful ringing, and usually, Peter just tries to make you as cozy as possible while you ride that out.

But tonight, you’re at a family party, celebrating your sister’s birthday. She’s getting married in a few months, and she’s been so busy with that you haven’t seen a lot of her. Peter holds your gift for her in one hand, and your hand in his with the other.

The party goes well for the most part, you’re just relaxing and hanging out with your family. It’s a nice party, and you’re grateful for your entire family. Your mom holds your nephew in her lap, your sister laughs with your aunts and her fiancé, and your brother and uncle are yapping about some football game.

You, Peter, and your stepdad stand in the kitchen, talking about all sorts of things. Your sister’s wedding, the cruise he just took your mom on, Peter’s recent promotion, and of course..

“Have you considered hearing aids?” Your stepdad asks.

“Yeah, they’re just.. expensive.” You laugh, nervously.

Your stepdad gently taps his own ears, “Well, you’d be part of an elite club.” He grins.

You roll your eyes playfully, before your attention is grabbed by a tugging on the leg of your pants. You glance down, and see your young nephew, gazing up at you with wide eyes.

“What can I do for you, little man?” You ask, a hand coming up to brush hair from his face. He says something you can’t quite make out, so you put your drink on the counter and crouch down to hear him properly, tapping right below your ear, “One more time, bud.”

“Can Peter come play?” He asks, still a little shy around the man you’ve been dating for a while now. You grin and nod,

“Of course he can.” You glance up to Peter, then to your nephew. “What do you wanna play?”

“Dinosaurs.” He requests. So, you pick him up and turn to Peter.

“Peter, our friend here would like to play dinosaurs with you.” You grin.

The way your hair falls into place, the way you hold your nephew close, the way your smile pinches your eyes together.. Peter wishes he could freeze this moment forever because you look perfect.

“Dinosaurs?” he repeats, before grabbing your nephew from you, and then positioning him so that he’s riding on Peter’s back. “Dude, I love dinosaurs!” that’s the last thing you can make out as Peter carries him off to the living room to play dinosaurs. You watch with an affectionate smile, taking small sips of your drink.

“So… Nice kid..” Your mom says as she walks into the kitchen.

You assume she’s talking about your nephew, so you shrug, “He is a good kid.”

“No, I’m talking about Peter.” Your face flushes as you realize where this is going.

“What about Peter?” You hum, looking over to her.

“I’m just saying, I think—”

“You two are gross together.” Your stepdad chimes in, but there’s no malice behind his comment. In fact, you only laugh because it’s something you used to say to them when they started dating.

“Yeah, I know,” You hum. “I really love him.” You confess, before shrugging.

“You know, with your sister’s wedding coming up, I’ve been thinking a lot about—” Your face flushes, as you finish your drink.

“When Peter and I are ready to get married, you two will be the first to know.”

“Oh, so you do wanna marry him.” Your mom smiles. Your face is warmer now.

“I’m gonna go mingle, you two should try minding your own business.”

You find Peter rather quickly, and he just smirks at you, before signing, ‘Talking about marriage?’

You roll your eyes, signing back, ‘Shut up.’ He just puckers his lips and blows a kiss at you. He wants to marry you too.

• • •

After dinner and cake, you sit in your old bedroom, rubbing your ears as you try and come up with an excuse to leave.

Peter finds you a few minutes later and sits next to you on your bed. You lean into him, your eyes heavy from dealing with the ringing you’ve been dealing with.

He gently prompts you to pick your head up before signing, ‘Ringing again?’

You just nod.

“Pete, I wanna go home.” You tell him. Your brother and nephew left a little while ago, and downstairs, your aunts and uncles are getting ready to head home.

“I know, baby. Let’s get you home.” He hums softly. He gently rubs his hand up and down your arm, before pressing a sweet kiss to your neck. Then, one at the base of your ear.

• • •

A few days later, you’re just doing chores around the apartment when your phone buzzes. When you take a minute to glance at it, you find yourself grinning.

It’s the link to an article, sent to you by your mom—Besides Peter, she has been the greatest support through your journey in figuring out you’re hearing. And she knows you have a bias towards Spider-man as far as vigilantes go (wonder why).

The link leads you to a photo of Spider-man, who is swinging across the city, holding up the sign for ‘I love you’. A grin breaks out on your face, just in time for Peter to crawl back into the apartment.

You find him with his mask off as he starts to calm down from a long day, and before he can do much else, you make your way over to him and pull him in for a long kiss.

He hums, his hands finding your waist as your arms wrap around his neck. When you pull away he grins.

“Hi.” He hums.

“Hey..” you smile. “I didn’t know Spider-man knew sign language,” You tease, and he just laughs, a light pink dusting of blush across his cheeks.

“He knows it for you.”

“For me?”

“For you, baby,” he leans in and kisses you gently. His hands begin to travel from your waist to the hem of your shirt, and then up, resting his gloved fingers against the skin of your sides.

• • •

Your hearing aids come in just in time for your sister’s wedding.

You pick them up and hold them in your hands as you go back and forth, worrying. Worrying about Peter not liking them, worrying about breaking them, worrying about everything, really.

But you stand in front of the mirror, and put them on carefully, before turning them on. You take a moment to adjust to how certain sounds are now. The drip of the faucet is more pronounced, and the sounds don’t just melt together like they usually do.

You can even hear Peter shuffling around outside, giving you as much time as you need to process the look and feel of them. When you finally step out, you’re nervous, and he must be able to tell.

“Look at you,” he grins, peering at the hearing aids. “Can we get a spin?” You immediately let out a nervous giggle, and then do a little twirl for him, and he just laughs and claps.

“You like them?” You ask nervously, and he nods.

“Absolutely.” He tells you. He leans in and presses a soft kiss to the side of your head, right next to your hearing aids. “I have something for you.” he tells you, before handing you a small black box. For a moment, you freak out. He probably senses the panic and shakes his head, “Just open it.”

You do, and when you realize what you’re looking at, your heart absolutely melts. It’s a gold star earing that has a chain that hooks onto your hearing aid, and another chain with more star pendants that dangle. It’s gorgeous, and you wonder what you did to deserve him. You lean in and kiss him gently.

“Thank you.” You say softly, and he can tell you’re going to get emotional, so he kisses you again.

“I think you look very pretty.” He hums, “Complete.” You grin and lean in for another kiss.

You’re beginning to feel it, too.

• • •

The morning of your sister’s wedding, you’re texting Peter as your sister gets her makeup done. You’re pretty much all ready, you’re just inclined to stay with her until she needs you.

‘Bug Boy

2:24

Attachment: One Image’

The look of Peter in his suit makes your heart melt.

‘Sugar

2:26

you look very handsome, pete <3’

‘Bug Boy

2:26

Aw, thank you, sugar. Do I get a photo of you or do I have to wait?’

‘Sugar

2:27

nope! gotta wait.’

‘Bug Boy

2:30

: (‘

‘Bug Boy

2:33

How are your hearing aids feeling?’

‘Sugar

2:35

good! they’re helping with all the commotion. i’m glad i got them before the wedding’

‘Bug Boy

2:36

Me too. I love you. See you soon?’

‘Sugar

2:37

see you soon <3 i love you.’

 You wear all black, as per her request, and you ask her a few days before if it’s okay if you wear your hearing aids, mostly because you don’t want the attention on you if you must answer a bunch of questions about your hearing aids.

But she’s more than happy to have you wear them, especially if it means you can hear everything that’s happening, and that your ears won’t ring.

The gold hearing aid jewelry goes well with your outfit, and you’re anxious to see Peter again—You’ve been so busy getting ready and helping your sister get ready that you haven’t given him a chance to see your fancy new outfit.

Just before the ceremony, as your sister is having her first look with her soon to be husband, you manage to sneak away, finding Peter mingling with your extended family, enjoying a drink, and eating some appetizers. Your spider boy and his appetite.

You tap on his shoulder when he’s alone, and he turns and quite literally gasps at the sight of you.

“Look what we have here,” he hummed, his hands running down the sides of your outfit. Then, he puts his drink down and begins to sign while speaking, “You look gorgeous. Your jewelry looks lovely.” He grins.

You blush, before signing back, “You don’t think it looks weird or clunky?”

“No,” He shakes his head, “You’re glowing,” he tells you, leaning into place a soft kiss on your lips.

“I love you,” You sign, “Do you want this?”

Your question catches him off guard, and he signs back,

“What?”

“This,” You gesture to the area around you. “A big wedding.”

His answer is simple but effective—

“I want whatever kind of wedding you want.”

“Even if I want big obnoxious flowers and a big ugly pastry gown?”

“Even if you want all that. Although..” He trails off, shrugging his shoulders.

“Although?” You question.

“I always imagined you in something simple. Something that shows off your features, not outshines them… And now, your little stars and hearing aids to go along with it..” He hums, grinning at your reddening face. “And pink tulips.”

“Pink tulips?”

“To go with the white roses.” He hums. You never really thought of Peter as a guy to have dreams and plans for his wedding, but he’s full of surprises. You know that better than anybody else.

“I love you.” You say softly, leaning up and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. On your side, the flash of a light goes off and you start to giggle when you realize that one of the many photographers your sister has hired, and you realize that the photos of you and Peter will forever be known as from your sister’s wedding when you were just dating.

“I love you,” he hums as he holds up the sign for it. “How much time do you have before the ceremony starts?”

“Twenty minutes?”

“..Plenty of time.” He has this wicked grin on his face. Your face flushes, before you take his hand, letting him drag you off to a quiet corner of the venue.

“You better not ruin my hair or my makeup, spider boy.”

“I’ll be nice and gentle- I can be mean and rough later.”

“Peter Parker, I swear to god—”

He cuts you off by pressing you against the wall of an elevator, and as the door closes, he runs his fingers over your hearing aids, before pressing another kiss to your lips.

[omegalomania]

fall out boy live performances i think about Often

the reunion show medley. how many goats do i have to sacrifice for you guys to do this one again.

disloyal order of water buffaloes, specifically the version that opens with the piano and the rest of the band comes crashing in at the second verse. my GOD man what do i have to do to make you do this version again

death valley live. thats all.

the time they did their stayin out all night remix live with wiz khalifa

the thriller aol sessions version is so good that i thought it was the studio version with mild reinstrumentation at first lol

the medley they did in 2015 where they mashed up all their hits and even managed to sneak in the uma thurman riffs at the end

can i link the entirety of the knights of columbus set? i'm gonna do that. go watch it. it's glorious.

i feel like not enough people talked about how good church sounded live. i actually kinda like it a little better than the studio version. patrick drops down an octave for some bits of the final chorus and i always love hearing his chest voice.

obviously i have to link one of the few times they've played headfirst slide into cooperstown on a bad bet live. they did (coffee's for closers) at this show too and i think about it always.

they didnt do where did the party go live that often because it is MERCILESSLY heard to sing live but my GOD. when they did it. my god.

that one performance of the kids aren't alright where pete screams alongside patrick for the entire last part of the chorus ruined me in ways i have difficulty articulating.

the way way early version of sugar we're goin down they played live in 2004 before they changed all the verses

anytime they'd do just one yesterday live and patrick would do the bridge and kill it every time

the acoustic version of sophomore slump or comeback of the year they did for a private show in 2007. (they did this acoustic again in 2013 and i love that version too)

that one time they segued seamlessly from the chorus of alone together to my songs know what you did in the dark

MISS MISSING YOU LIVE YOU ARE EVERYTHING TO ME

any of those rare rare times they would do yule shoot your eye out live

when they did patron saints of liars and fakes at one of the reunion shows. don't touch me.

the acoustic session of tttyg songs (grenade jumper, chicago is so two years ago, saturday) they did that's on the my heart will always be the b side to my tongue dvd. they are so so so SO small!!!!!

save rock and roll live is like. so important to me personally it never fails to bring me to my knees. but specifically the time they did it for the mda telethon in 2014. joes backing vocals come through sO clearly and its SOOOOO AAAAAA

also the time they did save rock and roll live for vevo. BIG ouchie.

okay also the time they dedicated save rock and roll to bowie after he passed because pete gets VERY VISIBLY EMOTIONAL OVER THIS and i can't handle it.

we don't take hits we write them literally Only exists in live format so i have to give a special mention to that. what i would give for a studio version though...

it's hard for me to pick a favorite moment of the time they played wrigley field during mania tour. i was lucky enough to catch a livestream of most of the show and it was frankly magic. someathing has to be said for the energy in the way the show began...and for the way it ended.

im incapable of not bringing up the immortals acoustic version they did during boys of zummer. i cant NOT. joe and patrick sound sO GOOD TOGETHER VOCALLY, OKAY

i'm like a lawyer with the way i'm always trying to get you off, acoustic sessions.....im okay.

remember when they opened some of the monumentour shows with THIS IS THE TAKE OVER, THE MOTHERFUCKING BREAK'S OVER cause. i do.

if youve never seen the stripped-down piano version of young and menace and only heard the studio instrumental i beseech you to watch the live version. i will never forget hearing this live. the whole stadium got so, so quiet in what i could only describe as reverence.

you know that one text post that talks about patrick getting all emotional during a performance of what a catch, donnie and then just sniffs a little and says "i'm a loss for words...which is a good thing i have a microphone, right? so i can keep talking." well this is that exact performance.

[nouies]

lou!! how was it? how are you feeling!!

HIIIIII! omg idk where to begin.

i’ve been spending the last four days with Anitra @allwaswell16 and it’s been absolutely amazing! we got to see lots of cool stuff for the first time together, or for the second time in some cases. sometimes it shows when you’ve known a person online for seven years or so bc it’s so easy when it comes to hang out “in real life” 🥹

so anyway, we had been so lucky with mexico city’s traffic for the first two days (even on friday which was also pay day), but yesterday we got to experience the real chaos (and the scam that has become uber), so we couldn’t get there by the time doors opened and we missed Giant Rocks and the special merch for mexico city (Anitra got us merch anyway and we’re twining), but i was mostly sad abt missing my chance to finally meet An @lemelous (we’re going to meet soon so it’s fine but also it would’ve made my night way better that it already was!)

before the show, we got to trade some friendship bracelets and we got the material for the fan projects!

i got to meet in person my friend Fer @fforever-dreaming alongside with Mery @fuchsiasea (who i’m going to see very soon too!) and her sister. we only had a little time to talk but it was definitely one of the parts i was looking forward the most and a highlight of the night.

SO THE SHOW. it’s going to sound cliché but it’s an experience that you have to live it to understand it. that moment when the playlist pre-show suddenly stops and you see the stage is all ready, and then a couple of minutes after the lights go off and you know it’s starting??? priceless! i screamed a lot when Louis came out on stage and i just couldn’t really process it that i was finally seeing him after two long years!!! (which i know it’s a privilege itself bc there’s ppl who haven’t seen him).

when it finally clicked to me that he was there, i noticed the shirt which i LOVED! he looks so beautiful in polo shirts and especially that colour! (i especially loved that it was red bc it’s one of our national colours too).

it felt like it was a song after the other with no breaks. idk how the ppl watching the live-streaming felt but it went too fast! and there were so many emotions in the air! i screamed, i sang, i jumped, i participated in the projects, i teared up a bit during certain parts, I LAUGHED he’s so funny and so grateful for everything, that i just wanted to put him in a pocket and take him with me lol.

i couldn’t tell you which songs i enjoyed the most bc honestly i loved them all. i’m not a person who watches livestreams from fans, and even sometimes the videos i watch them with no audio just to see if i can make gifs from them lol so everything was a surprise for me and i loved it! i didn’t notice we were missing a song until almost at the very end but personally i didn’t need it bc he gave us so much of him already. i definitely wanted to listen to bigger than me bc it was my most listened to song in 2022 and i didn’t want to miss it. but like i said, i loved all the songs, the chats, the projects!!!

a quick parenthesis abt the projects. so originally there were three: sibwawc, walls, and saturdays. what you saw on the videos going around and the kmm project wasn’t talked abt (as far as i know, maybe i’m wrong), but we did it last year (thanks to the chilean fans of course) so i guess everyone knew that part was coming and just did it. like it looked so coordinated but it wasn’t planned (again, as far as i know) before hand. i obviously couldn’t see the rainbow lights from my section bc we were holding the same colour but when i saw the video and i saw that it worked, i loved it. and i guess you’ve seen the video where the crowd screamed “for every question why, you were my because” and it shows the crowd? we formed the mexican flag there. for saturdays i also think the project worked? i haven’t seen videos but if i’m honest i wanted to film that song for my friend who couldn’t be there so i did the project for half the song lol

the fireworks and confetti after silver tongues were so cool! i wasn’t expecting them so i was filming the whole stage and not really zooming on him? so when the fireworks showed up i felt like a child! it was just pure and genuine happiness in that moment.

lately i’ve been enjoying concerts more than when i was younger, idk why, but i scream more and jump more, and just live in the moment. and this concert even if i felt it was too short, it was still one of the best experiences ever!! i love Louis so much and i love my friends! 🫶🏻

[graciegoeskrazy]

i can stage a situation

warnings: r has an eating disorder, although it's not defined the symptoms are very similar to anorexia, yelling, lying, idk its lowk rough, i think i hate this? but i dont?

a/n: I have not a single clue who requested this but someone did so0ooooo THANKS ANON❣️❣️❣️

V IMPORTANT NOTE: I am by no means trying to romanticize or promote ed’s or anything of the sort. I’ve been a dancer for 16 years training in many styles, and I have seen firsthand how things like this can hurt people and those around them, but even then I will not claim to know every single thing possible about this subject - because I don’t. However, I did try my best and did research to try and write the best story I could without dishonoring the real-life issues people have to go through. All my love goes out to those going through this. <3

Your dad said he had a late night ahead of him. Something about recording with John or whatever, you didnt really listen. The point was he was going to be gone on a trip for the night, leaving Friday afternoon and returning Saturday morning. He would leave before you got home on Friday so, when Thursday rolled around and you decided you didn't want to spend your Friday night moping around by yourself, you called up your uncle Matty to see if you could spend the night. He, of course, with you being his favorite person, said yes. You told him to pick you up around 6 that night and to be prepared for a movie night.

You just weren't interested in eating. You couldn't exactly pinpoint the reason why. If you thought about it long and hard enough, you could probably figure it out, but thinking about it too much only seemed to make things worse.

When you got in the car the next day, Matty offered to cook you something, you said you weren't hungry and that your Dad fed you before he left. Both of those things were lies.

…

“I’m Home!”

“I’m in here.” You said, letting your voice guide him to the living room. You were scrolling on your phone while something was playing on the TV. He dropped his carry-on and case onto the couch and immediately went to you. Hugging you from behind and dramatically placing kisses all over your forehead and face. You squirmed out of his grasp and he smiled and came around to the other side of the couch to sit next to you. “I’m so sorry I’m late.” He said.

You smiled at him again.“It’s fine, Dad. Really. You don’t have to worry.”

He smiled back before changing the subject, knowing you weren't too worried about his tardiness. “How was your uncle’s?”

You shrugged. “Fine. We just watched a movie and hung out. It was fun.”

“Yeah? What did you have for dinner?”

You thought for a second, caught off guard by the question. “Spaghetti.” You finally said, remembering what Matty cooked for dinner white you sat on the other side of the counter.

Ross hummed. “Really? Was it good?”

“Delicious.” You said with a smile.

“Hm.” He knew you were lying - he knows you too well - but decided to not address it for now. “If it's your uncle’s-cooking then I beg to differ,” he said, getting up from the couch.

You can’t keep a secret from Ross. He can see through everyone, especially you, his daughter for crying out loud. Ross always had suspicions about your diet. He was the one who fed you of course, but he noticed the way you played around with your food during dinner. He also noticed how you always skipped breakfast and how you were always so tired and your energy was so low when you came home from school. He could see right through you when you told him about your endeavor at Matty’s, but he wanted to see for himself.

Ross | Did she eat at your house?

Matty | Wym?

Ross | Y/n. Did she eat when she was at your house?

Matty | No? She said she ate before she came. Y?

Ross | Did she snack on anything?

Matty | No? Not that I saw? What’s going on?

Ross | Nothing. Just wondering.

He sighed and marched up the stairs.

…

His main emotion was anger, but he couldn't tell why. Maybe because you lied to him, or maybe because he thought his baby girl was in danger and couldn't stand the thought of you being in pain. Truthfully, he was angry at himself. It started to become clear thatEither way, he tried to collect himself as he walked upstairs, sighing and shaking his head as he reached your bedroom door. He knocked.

“Come in.” You said.

He opened the door and leaned against the doorframe. You both watched each other for a second, waiting for the other to make a move first. You broke first and laughed. “You just gonna watch me like a creep?”

He walked into your room and sat on the foot of your bed. “Baby, I'm gonna ask you a question and I want you to be honest.”

Your demeanor changed along with his. You could tell this was about something serious but you didn’t know what. And never in a million years did you think he would see this clearly though you.

“Okay?” You said, clearly confused.

He took a breath before answering. “Did you eat dinner last night?”

It took you back. Your thoughts from earlier flooded your brain with the realization you were right…he is onto you. “Ye-yeah…at Matty’s house…”

He sighed. “I don’t like it when you lie, y/n.”

You let out a dry chuckle. “I’m not lying-“

His face remained serious despite your best efforts to keep it light. “Yes, you are. And you just did it again.” You gulped. He knew. “And you didn’t eat breakfast this morning ethier.”

You took a moment to think but came up with nothing. “I was full from dinner.”

“But you didn’t eat dinner.” He answered sharply.

“Of course I ate dinner! Why would I not eat?”

“Because I texted your uncle and asked if you ate or not and he said ‘no’! In fact, he said that I fed you before you left, which I know for a fact I did not.” You had nothing to say after that. There was no use in fighting. He knew everything you’ve been up to and there was no saving you. The room stayed quiet. Ross sighed and slowly opened up. “So, I'm going to ask you again, did you eat dinner at Matty’s last night?”

You hesitantly look him in the eyes. “…No.” You whispered.

Ross continued. “And did you eat breakfast this morning?”

“No.”

“Did you eat at school at all in the past week?”

“No.” A tear fell as you spoke.

“When was the last time you ate something?”

You shrugged slightly. “I don’t know?”

Ross nodded, trying to remain calm, and stood to sit back down closer to you. “Why?” He asked

“I don’t know-”

“Y/n…”

"I don’t know! I don’t!" you burst out, the words tumbling from your lips in a rush. "I just... everything feels off... and I just don’t feel like... eating."

Ross's eyes widen, a mix of concern and desperation. His mind went to the first things he could think of. "Is it because of school? A-are people... pressuring you into this or something? I-"

"Of course not. I’m not that naive," you cut him off, glaring at him, the frustration in your voice evident.

"I never said you were." He takes a step closer, his voice softening. "Where did this start, baby? I need you to tell me." His eyes search yours, pleading. "You’re hurting yourself, Y/N. How could you do this to yourself? I mean... you’re the kind of kid people dream of raising-"

"No, I’m not," you snap back, your voice trembling.

"Yes, you are."

"No, I’m not!" Your voice hit a volume Ross hadn’t heard in a while. "I’m a clueless, lonely, boring 13-year-old who was the product of a one-night stand, trying to figure out what to do with her life."

Ross's face pales, the impact of your words hitting him like a physical blow. "Is that what this is about? Baby, is this about Mom?"

"It doesn't matter-" you begin, rolling your eyes, but he interrupts you, his voice rising.

"Uh, it actually matters more than anything else on the planet right now. My baby girl is hurting. Not only that, but she’s hurting herself, and I will be damned if I just let something like this go."

You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. "She was trying to make her life perfect... And so I thought... she’s trying to make her life perfect and I’m already doing this so what’s the harm if I keep going. I wanted to be perfect for her."

Ross’s eyes fill with tears. "You’re already perfect-"

"Will you cut the crap! I’m not! And you don’t understand it!" You feel the tears welling up, but you blink them back, refusing to let them fall.

"You’re right, I don’t understand it." His voice breaks. "I don't understand how you can continuously, for months and months on end, hurt yourself when you are already the definition of perfection to me-"

"Well, I’m not that to Mom. Do you think I would be doing this if she thought that? Do you think I would put myself through this if she thought I was the ‘definition of perfection’?"

"You are the prettiest girl I have ever laid my eyes on-"

"You’re just saying that-"

"No. I’m not." You look away, the lump in your throat making it hard to speak.

Ross sighed. "Why did you never tell me?"

"Because you wouldn’t understand, Dad- you don’t understand."

He reaches out, his hands trembling as they rest on your shoulder. "I can try."

"It’s not that easy," you whisper, your voice barely audible, tears at a level 10.

Ross nods, his grip on your shoulder tightening slightly. "We need to get you help, Y/N."

"I know." Your voice is small, but in that moment, you realize it’s the first step towards healing.

[97keanu]

Ted Logan x f!reader

Premise: takes place during the second movie, Ted is your boyfriend and you've never been intimate with someone before. Ted takes it extremely slow with you and really rocks your world

Tags/warnings: inexperienced, VERY smutty, a tad aggressive/rough, soft dom!Ted, praise, small bit of breeding kink for extra spice...

It's late one Saturday night in summer and you're at Bill and Teds apartment. You and Ted are laying in his room, cuddling and watching late night TV. Its nothing really mind boggling, but just being here with your lover is relaxing. You feel Ted's hand slowly move up your bare thighs, for all you have on is a pair of shorts and one of his band shirts. You feel a sense of nervousness and desire rise inside you. You and Ted still haven't gone all the way and you are, to your surprise, feeling ready tonight. You take his hand, and let him know by moving it even higher and deeper between you legs.

Ted immediately chuckles softly, his voice whispering in your ear. "Oh, Alright...are you really ready?" His goofy skater talk coming through as he speaks, but you love it. You nod, your face red with heat.

"Yes...I want you Ted..." And with that, you don't have to ask twice. You could tell that while Ted respected you not being ready yet, he has wanted this for a while. He kisses up your neck, and moves his hand more north, trailing up the band t shirt over the softness of your stomach and taking to your chest.

You can't help it, you're already so turned on just by the sequence of this starting, you moan out. Ted begins to giggle again, praising you with his voice husky and low in your ear.

"Oh yeah...? You like that, babe?" He asks as he begins to take your shirt off, revealing your bra. His eyes go wide as he looks over your body, obviously in love with it. The way his eyes look at every inch of you is as if he just can't get enough.

Ted moves so he's directly on top, moving in between your legs and pulling your hips into him. He leans down, kissing along your neck until he gets to your chest. He slowly takes off your bra, watching to make sure you're okay with this. Your soft eyes look up at his dark puppy dog eyes, and he can see how much you are filled with lust and desire. His eyes hold the same emotions...

He takes in your breasts as your bra is slipped off and promptly forgotten on the floor. He takes them in both of his hands, massaging in a way that drives you nuts, your eyes fluttering shut for a moment just to take in his touches on you.

Its not long before he leans in, his mouth covering one breast and giving it so much attention it makes your cheeks flush even more. He uses his tongue masterfully, and softly bites and teases just to get a reaction from your hitched breathing and whimpers. He loves having so much power over you, to illicit such moans from your body. He feels good knowing how much pleasure he can bring you with such simple moves.

He also knows its your first time, so he's taking it so slow. He spends a lot of time just focusing on kisses across your chest, and sucking and playing with your breasts. You're practically begging him to move on before he begins to head south.

He pulls your shorts back just a smidge, before remembering himself and looking up at you from between your legs with those big brown eyes.

"Are you ready...?" He checks in, wanting to make sure he's not moving to fast and its all you can do to take his soft fluffy dark hair in your hands and begin to move him into position.

"Yes..." You make sure to follow up with, so he knows exactly what you want and that you're comfortable with it.

Ted pulls your shorts all the way down, you didn't have any underwear underneath since it was more of a pajama situation. He takes in the sight of you with excited eyes, and you can look down and see how eager he is to begin. This is one of his favorite parts.

He begins to taste you, slowly at first, but he can't help himself to begin plunging in soon, grasping your hips and bringing you in deeper. He wants to lick all of you, taste every bit of your dripping pussy. He takes his time teasing you with his tongue, moving everywhere but your clit until your a whimpering mess.

"Please Ted..." You can feel him smirk against your pussy, he was waiting for you to finally verbally beg him. That's all it takes before his mouth is so suddenly covering your clit and sucking in a way that leaves you breathless.

His long fingers begin to find their way inside you, slowly, as he does this. He keeps closing his eyes and enjoying the taste of you and your moans and then looking up at you as he gives you pleasure you couldn't believe possible. Your breathing is wild and your hands tangle in his hair, pushing him deeper against you and making him moan as he sucks more and more.

He is bobbing his head along with a perfect rhythm to make you feel so good. How is he so good with his tongue??

His fingers find the sweet spot inside of you and you begin to feel so completely beside yourself with ecstasy. You moan out into the night, and begin bucking, riding Teds face as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. All the while, Ted is in heaven, slurping you up with fervor.

Eventually you can't help yourself, you begin to fall over the edge as his tongue laps at you with skill. You feel it building to a boiling point and your mouth moans out the words Ted's been waiting to hear.

"Oh god, Ted! I'm...I'm going to cum!" You utter as he looks up at you, watching you twitch and become completely undone by his tongue and fingers. He is delighted and so hard just from the sight.

He watches you finish cumming, his spare hand having to stop your thighs from crushing him between them. You come down slowly, and he stops, moving his fingers out of you at a snails pace, knowing how sensitive you must be right now.

When he's done, he leans up, and his face and fingers are covered in your juices. He laps them up, cleaning his fingers with a grin.

"You taste amazing, babe..." He tells you as his eyes glitter with excitement for what comes next. You are so breathless but ready, ready to be so full with him.

Ted tosses his clothes off quickly and you can see his excitement in his large, hard cock. Its practically twitching to be touched he wants you so bad.

He parts your legs gently again, and leans down to kiss you. You can taste a bit of yourself on him and it turns you on even more, knowing how much he loves pleasing you. You part yourself for him with your hands, and he gently wets his cock with your overflowing pussy wetness. He is so big, you're a bit worried about it fitting for your first time. You trust him to go slow though, and when he looks back into your eyes and sees your eager nod, he begins to line himself up with your soaking entrance and push his hot tip in.

He goes in so slowly, inch by inch into your tight body. He wants to savor it and also make sure you're enjoying yourself. He makes sure to praise you with little compliments along the way.

"You're doing so good, baby. It feels amazing to be inside you like this..." Ted breathes into your mouth as he kisses you, going deeper and deeper. You feel yourself getting so full of his raw cock. You can feel every inch of him starting to fill you up.

Ted feels some resistance as he goes in as deep as possible, he hears your breathing spike and he shushes you gently, kissing away any bit of pain.

"You're doing so good for me, baby, taking all of my hard cock like this...I'm so proud of you..." Ted whispers his praise between kisses, finally settling in his while weight into you, and you're so entirely full you feel like your head is spinning.

You feel after a moment, Ted begin to pull back, and you are whimpering from the lack of fullness you're feeling from it. You can see that Ted notices this, and he smirks.

"You like feeling so full of my cock?" He starts as he continues to slowly pull back, teasing you.

"Tell me how bad you want it...Tell me how you want me to breed you with this raw cock of mine..." The way he's speaking is almost primal, he can't even help himself. His dirty words making you flush, but you can't help yourself. You can tell he's holding back pushing his cock back deep inside you until you comply.

"Yes, Ted...I want you...I want you so bad it hurts....I want you to breed me with that big cock of yours..." You can't help it, your mind has gone foggy with lust, you don't even care if having sex without a condom is dangerous.

"That's my girl..." He says as he pushes back into you, this time much faster. He begins to pump himself in and out while your moans match his tempo. He is grinning as you come apart, a gaggle of moans and heavy breathing.

You love the way it feels, he fucks you in just the right way, making you feel as if you could come again. You snake an arm between you two, and begin to play with yourself to get closer. Your legs are wrapped around Teds waist as he sees you begin to take your own pleasure.

"That's a good, good girl...I want you to cum for me again." He whispers into your ear as he kisses your neck with suckling and bites. "I want you to cum on my cock, baby..."

You can't help yourself, you want to please him so bad. You want to cum on his cock more than anything, and then you want him to fill you up entirely with his cum, you shiver thinking about it.

Your hand continues to work your clit and Ted can't hold himself back anymore. He is pretty sure you can take it now so he begins fucking you harder and deeper than you could ever imagine. You scream out his name, clawing into his back and shoulder with your free hand, your other hand bringing you closer and closer.

"That's it, baby. Cum for me..." He commands, looking down at you with primal lust as he takes you harder and harder. He readjusts and hits your most sensitive spot, causing you to cry out.

"Right there, baby? I got it." He notices, smirking and driving himself deeper into that zone that made you moan so loudly. You can't take it anymore, you feel yourself tightening up more than you ever have before, completely locked and clenched on his cock. It honestly makes it hard for him to drive into you, your grip on him bringing him over the edge as well.

You cum and spasm, your legs locking into him without trying, pulling him so deep as he spill his hot seed inside you. You feel so utterly full and getting fuller as he finishes so deep inside you. You let out the longest and loudest moan, you had no idea it could feel this good to be filled with cum.

Ted groans as well, burying himself willingly in your pussy and in your neck. He shudders as he finishes and then collapses into you, still filling you with his spent cock.

You both bask in the afterglow, enjoying yourselves. Your breathing is heavy, as well as Teds. Both your sticky, hot bodies lay there, exhausted.

After a few moments, Ted finally pulls out, before using his fingers to push in any cum that threatened to fall out.

"Don't waste any, babe..." He says playfully and quietly in your ear as he pulls you to his sweaty chest. You lay there, tired and happily full of his cum. You muse softly, a low hum.

"Did you like that, sweetheart?" Ted follows up after a few minutes of silence between you two. You nod, and he grins, completely pleased with himself for pleasing you.

"I'm glad, it felt amazing for me too..." he compliments you as he strokes your hair and your arm that you have wrapped around him. He brings the covers close when the sweat begins to get cold, and he wraps you up, taking care of you. He keeps placing kisses on your head, your cheeks, your nose. He wants you to know how loved you are, and how much he loved being intimate with you.

After a bit, he let's you take some time to run to the bathroom and clean up, and when you return he has water and the blanket open and ready for your return. You happily drink the water before collapsing into the blanket, being pulled and snuggled by Ted immediately. He's completely taken by you, and continues to adore you with pets and kisses until the two of you fall asleep together...

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Never stopped loving you: Part 2 (Pedri x Reader)

Part 1

**Hi! First of all, thank you so much for all the feedback part 1 got. So many of you asked for a part 2 and I had already imagined most of it anyway, so it was pretty easy to get it done. I hope this mends the hearts part 1 broke 😅🥰 enjoy! ❤️**

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When Pedri saw your nod, he sighed in relief and hugged you again. He couldn’t believe it, really. That you would give him another chance after all this time. After what he did.

“Oh…ok?”, you both turned to see Fer looking at you from the door. “I was worried because you stopped talking but you’re not killing each other. Good. Nice…what’s going on?”

“We’re going to give this a try again”, you said.

“Right. I’m glad, don’t get me wrong. But if you hurt her again, I’ll kill you”.

“I won’t”, said Pedri, looking at you and making you smile. Because you believed him. Even if that made you stupid, you believed him.

After dinner, Pedri offered to drive you home, so you could talk privately.

“I actually don’t know where you live”.

You laughed and told him your address.

“So…how do we do this? It’s a bit weird, right?”, he nodded. “We already know each other, so we don’t have to do that part. But it’s also been two years”.

“I don’t even know what you do for a living”.

“I work in PR”.

“Really?”, he said, looking at you with a big smile. “You always wanted to do that”.

“Yeah”.

“You need to tell me more about what you’re doing. But…would you like to go see me play on Saturday? You can sit with Fer”.

“I’d love to”, watching matches at home wasn’t the same as being in the stadium.

“You know? I can’t believe you watched my matches. I thought my face would be the last thing you would want to see”, he said, making you shrug. “I think that’s why I managed to keep playing well. I never did well when you weren’t there to cheer on me or at least watching”.

Both of you were now thinking about that match, five years ago, that you didn’t go to because you had a silly little fight with Pedri a few days before. You had been fighting a lot during that time because you were incapable of just telling the other about your feelings. So you refused to go to the match with his family like you always did and told him you hoped he lost. When he scored an own goal, he knew he had to do something about it. And so he went to see you, kissed you and asked you out. You never missed a match after that.

"We're here".

You looked at the door of your building and then back at Pedri. You didn't want to leave him now but it was all too much, too quick.

"Thanks for driving me home".

"I can walk you to the door too. It's late".

"No, you can see me from here, don't worry", he was disappointed but also understood you. "See you Saturday then?"

"Yes".

He kissed your cheek and you left, turning back to wave at him when you safely got to the door. And by the time you went to bed, you were a mess. A happy mess for the most part, but you were also overthinking. Because how could you not?

Back at Pedri's house, there were also different emotions. His brother was happy but worried. And Pedri could only be happy. There was so much that he had to do to prove to you he meant all of his promises and he was looking forward to it. He had the rest of his life to do it.

                                        **

Saturday was your first time at the Camp Nou. It was surreal how big the stadium was and how loud the fans were.

"What are you thinking?", asked Fer.

"That I can't believe he plays here. I used to watch him in the smallest stadium with only family members as the crowd".

"I know", he laughed. "Wait until they all start chanting his name".

You actually couldn't wait. The wave of pride you felt made you smile so big.

Pedri played well but didn't score. Well, he did but VAR disallowed it because of a previous fault committed by one of his teammates.

"I'll walk you to his car and then I'll leave you alone. That ok?"

You nodded, following Fer around the parking lot.

"Good match, little bro. See you later…or not".

"Yeah, thanks".

Pedri then turned to see you, still not believing you were there for him.

"Fer is right, you played really well. Shame about the goal they disallowed”.

“I wanted to score so badly today”.

“Why?”

“To dedicate it to you”, he said casually, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. It used to be. All his goals were dedicated to you but that was a long time ago.

That comment and the way he was looking at you was your cue to do something. To move closer to him and put your hand on his cheek to caress it and also make him lower his head to kiss you.

It had been two years of both of you imagining this moment. Imagining that, somehow, you would kiss again like you had so many times before.

“God, I missed you”, he whispered.

"I missed you too".

"Not that I needed it, but that was even more motivation to make sure I convince you to never leave me again".

You let out a small laugh. He was doing great so far.

“Are you coming home with me?”

He kissed you again before nodding and opening the door to his car for you.

                                     **

Your parents could tell something was going on, so you didn't delay it any longer and told them you were back together. Nothing could have made them happier and they begged you to go back home whenever possible so you could all meet again. Like the big family you were.

"I just can't stop staring at you two", said your mum. "I'm so happy. You two are meant for each other. Look how happy you are!"

Her words made you blush but she wasn't lying. Every day that passed you were even happier. Work was going well, Barcelona was a great city you loved living in…and you had the love of your life back with you.

Your family was curious as to what the plan was. You used to live together in Las Palmas, so what about now? Pedri joked about kicking his brother out of the house soon, which led him to be kicked by said brother.

“And we won’t repeat the same mistakes”, he said, making you look at him. Where was he going with this?

“What mistakes?” “You know, we were younger and…”, you tried to find any excuse you could think of to avoid him saying more.

“I cheated on her”, he said, leaving everyone there shocked. Your parents couldn't believe he did that and you and Fer couldn't understand what he was trying to do. After all this time, why mention it now that everything was back to normal?

“What are you doing?”, you whispered.

“You did what?”, four sets of eyes were glaring at him.

“We never blamed you, honey", told you his mum, "but we thought it was you who ended it because you didn’t want to move to Barcelona. But it was his fault? Why didn't you tell us?”

"I…".

But your words were interrupted by Pedri's dad getting up and grabbing his youngest son by the arm to take him out of the room. Everyone else just stared at them, surprised by something like this happening.

"Two years!", said his dad, trying not to yell. "You let us believe you were not to blame for two whole years. We asked and you refused to answer. And now we find out we should have been looking after her after what you did but no, we were worried about you being sad because she dumped you. And she was right to do that. I can't understand why she'll give you another chance".

"I know…".

"You've never disappointed me this much, son".

Pedri could only look down, ashamed. Because he knew his dad was right.

"Promise me this won't happen again. You didn't have to see how broken she looked after you left but we did. You just can't hurt people like that and pretend nothing happened. You have to own up to your mistakes".

"I won't hurt her again. She knows that. That's why she's giving me another chance. I've regretted what happened this whole time".

"She protected you all this time", said his dad, not believing it. "That's how much she loves you. Don’t forget that".

"I won’t".

Shaking his head, he left Pedri in the room and went out of the house without saying a word to everyone else.

"Are you ok?", you asked him when he sat next to you and he nodded.

"Why did you lie to us?", asked your dad.

And you had been thinking about it recently and finally found the answer.

"As much as I hated him for what he did, I never wanted to destroy his career. I knew how hard he had worked to get that opportunity".

"How would telling us hurt his career?"

"You would talk to each other and someone could find out eventually and sell that information. Imagine that instead of being welcomed at Barça the way he did, he had been welcomed as the guy who cheats on his girlfriend. Not that football fans would care but it could have been used against him. I didn't want that".

"Thank you", said Pedri, taking your hand.

"I also didn't fancy people using my pain for their own agendas. So yeah…but now you know".

Everyone stayed quiet for a second before Pedri's mum spoke again.

"If you hurt her again, we'll kill you, you know that, right?"

He nodded. "I know, but I won't".

He was going to get tired of hearing that threat and answering the same thing over and over again. But he didn’t get tired of proving to you how much he meant it.

                                       **

Walking around your hometown with Pedri by your side was an interesting experience. Everyone knew about how you broke up before he left but were not surprised to see you back together. You even saw the guy Pedri had seen you making out with that one time, and when he saw you two holding hands, he smiled and said “of course”.

It was funny to see that only you two thought it was never going to happen while everyone else just waited patiently for the inevitable. You thought it could be because they didn’t know what happened but even Fer confessed he knew it was going to happen eventually. But he didn’t want to interfere much and mess it up.

The alarm woke you up but you refused to leave the bed. Pedri, however, was already moving and ready to start the day.

“Come on, mi amor. We have a lot to do today”.

“I can’t wake up!”

“You can”, he laughed.

“I’m jetlagged”.

He snorted and then got back under the covers again. You thought he was going to stay there with you for a little longer but he actually lifted you to get you out of bed.

“Nooooooo! You’re so mean”.

“Where should I take you? Breakfast or shower?”

“Breakfast”, you said with a pout.

When you got downstairs, you were still clinging to Pedri. And your parents could only laugh at the sight of you two.

“Is she being dramatic again?”

Pedri laughed and put you down, next to the chair where you always sat down for breakfast.

“I’m being bullied by all of you”.

“What are the plans for today?”, asked your dad, ignoring your complaints.

“We are going to pick up the cake in a bit and take it home. My mum will be out the whole day so it’s fine. And we’ll get everything ready before leaving for the match”.

Pedri had been asked to play with his former club, the one where he played as a kid. And you knew how much that meant to him.

“We’ll be there by 6. Is that ok?”

“Yes, my mum should get back around that time”.

You were only half listening and ended up letting your head fall on Pedri’s shoulder. When he noticed, he moved the chair closer to you and you hugged his waist, forgetting about breakfast. You weren’t really hungry.

“It’s as if we travelled back in time”, said your mum, looking at you two embracing.

Her comment made you smile and look up at your boyfriend, who had a little frown on his face.

“Everything ok?”, you whispered.

“Yes. I just wish I could travel back in time”.

You knew immediately what he meant but didn’t allow it to bring your mood down. “What’s done is done. And what matters is that we are back together”.

“And that I’m never going to lose you again”.

“That too”.

                                     **

Seeing Pedri play with kids put a smile on your face the whole time you were there. You actually didn’t know him when he was as young as those kids but couldn’t help imagining him being that small. There were plenty of photos to help with your imagination. And you always thought he was the cutest little boy you had ever seen. Often joking about how your kids had to look like him but he refused, saying they needed to be as beautiful and smart as you. But could get his talent for sports.

“Come here”, said Pedri, waving for you to join him on the pitch.

“Why?”

“Just come”.

You walked to where he was and he passed the ball to you.

"Were the kids so good you had to find an easier rival?"

"Exactly that, yes", he laughed.

You two played for a couple of minutes. You weren't that bad at football but compared to him…well, most people looked bad.

Nearing the box, you decided to dribble past Pedri to try and score a goal. But he didn't let you, grabbing you by the waist and stopping you from moving forward. You fell to the floor, taking him down with you, both laughing like little kids.

"That's a penalty!"

"I didn't touch you".

"You're lucky there is no VAR here".

"I'm lucky you are here", he said, kissing you while you two stayed on the grass.

                                       **

The preparations for the birthday were done quickly thanks to all the people helping and when Pedri's mum got home, she was so happy to see the surprise you got ready for her.

"The most important thing for me is having my two sons with me", she told them, "and to have my future daughter back".

Both you and Pedri felt butterflies in your stomach hearing her words. And for you it was especially important to be there. You had missed her previous birthdays because of not wanting to be in the same room as Pedri. How things had changed!

"Come with me", said Pedri, walking outside and holding two plates with cake.

"Let me help", you told him, grabbing one of the plates. And he took that chance to hold your hand with his now free left hand. "Where are we going?"

"The beach. The sun is about to set".

After coming back from Las Palmas, single and with a broken heart, you had lost the habit of going to see the sunset whenever you could.

It was only fitting that you would do it again on your hometown's beach and with Pedri by your side.

The beach was empty, since it seemed like the whole town was celebrating back at Pedri's. And you could sit down near the sea, to eat your cake staring at the sun disappearing in the horizon.

"It's the simplest thing. Something that happens every day but…it's breathtaking".

"You are breathtaking", told you Pedri, making you blush. You would never get used to his constant compliments.

"I love you", you said for the first time since you got back together. It felt like the final piece of your puzzle.

"I love you too. I never stopped loving you and I'll never ever stop".

[luminouslywriting]

I read and adored Timeless, and I now have the biggest crush ever on Gale (also would love to be friends with Bucky and all his chaotic energy). I know you have a million projects in the works, but if you ever get the chance, would you consider writing some domestic headcanons for Gale? ❤️

ABSOLUTELY! The way that I screamed when I saw this in my inbox haha! i don't nearly get enough asks and I love this kinda thing! So yes yes yes!! And also, you're so sweet and it absolutely made my day to get your message about Timeless 🥰

Let's get into it!

-Gale Cleven is above all things, a man that keeps his emotions close to his chest and isn't super verbal about the way that he's feeling. But you know what he's really really great at?? ACTS OF SERVICE!

-He is a firm believer that the little things make the difference in people's lives!

-You've had a tough day at work or school? Flowers for you when you get home

-The car is a little low on gas and he's fully aware that you're capable of getting it yourself BUT he's getting it for you because he wants to

-He's out getting a few things to fix things up back at home (be it plumbing or lighting or whatever it is) and he'll see a small thing and think of you. So maybe it's a piece of candy or something he knows that you've been wanting for a while, but he gets it! This is also goes along with gift-giving, but I digress

-He notices you're tired and a little low on energy? Don't worry babe, he's got you covered with the dishes or cleaning up a mess or whatever it is

-Now I do really think that he expresses a lot through physical touch

-So if you're brushing your hair or doing a nighttime routine, he's gonna be watching you starry-eyed and wanting to help in some way

-He's absolutely the type of man to brush your hair for you or do his attempt of putting it up if you prefer it that way.

-LOVES physical affection when it's just the two of you

-It's the quiet hand-holding during dinner

-Or the way that he'll pull you closer while trying to fall asleep because he loves the way that you fit against him and it's really comforting

-There's at least one time where he's washing the car himself and you're watching from inside and THIRSTY and I can't say that I blame you, okay?? That may or may not be how you ended up pregnant, but that's ANOTHER STORY haha

-Saturday is work day and Sunday is a day of rest even if you two aren't necessarily religious

-Like, he wants to get all of the shopping and house-work done on Saturday so lazy Sundays can exist for the two of you

-But also he doesn't like to just laze around so he's usually up before you and Sunday mornings might just mean breakfast in bed for the two of you

-I do think he's actually pretty decent at cooking and would definitely get better at it as time goes on

-Sunday afternoon walks around the neighborhood, especially when you have babies haha

-Washing the dishes together absolutely ends in water fights if you're in a playful mood

-He's a dog person so you guys definitely adopt a dog or maybe two or three together

-Loves working with you, especially with his hands

-He also really likes late-nights when you're reading in bed together or just cuddled up on the couch to watch some late night tv shows or movies

-He's an I Love Lucy fan and this is just the facts

-He's a caretaker so be on the watch for if you're sick because he will absolutely baby you and take care of you

-But if he's sick? Hahahahaha, that man is working through it until you can convince him to rest

-Some spicy things next haha

-He has an authority kink in the bedroom and you can't convince me otherwise

-SOFT-DOM GALE, SAY IT WITH ME NOW

-He's absolutely relentless when he's in the mood and there are so many little domestic things that get him in the mood. It can be as simple as you bending over to put something away or something as mundane as you playing the piano and watching your fingers move. That doesn't necessarily mean he's VOCAL about it, but if you find yourself suddenly pinned and he's giving you a certain look, then you know what's about to happen haha

-Gets more comfortable being vocal in your sex life as things progress and time goes on

-PRAISE SO MUCH PRAISE

-Sometimes he comes home from work and he acts like a man half-starved and kitchen sex is a thing, though i could not tell you why haha

-ANYWHO, it would just be the most loving relationship and you'd always be taken care of

-And as always, let me know if you want to see me elaborate on anything or if you just want to chat! I'm always down haha!

[savebylou]

Goodbye FITFWT we will always remember you.

This tour has give us so much to the fans. Louis after the LTWT was a different performer, a more confident artist who saw the support worldwide.

With FITF he created an album that he felt it was more like himself, he show even more confidence with the type of music he wanted to make, an album that was created to perform live and oh boy how correct he was. This album sound it even better live if that was even possible, I remember the first show in Uncasville and how everyone was so amaze of how good the show it was, LTWT was incredible but FITFWT was in another level. He and the band make something so unique and amazing every night for 97 shows.

The setlist was iconic (except when he cut songs that I love 😑), his intro in the screens writing Faith In The Future, The Greatest as an intro song, his covers where amazing, the creation of the megamix breathtaking with the rainbow lights, the moment during All this time to see the crowd, Saturdays with Lucía shining above Louis, the screen graphics, the camera following Louis during ooms, the ooms intro!! Silver Tongues and the end song with the lyrics I don't feel like going home because we were already at home in Louis' show. I could go on and on on this but just an amazing setlist and stage, lights and pyro design moments.

I will cherish every speech Louis gave, the acknowledge of the fans support wheter this was in person, online or in any way. I will remember all the times Louis said he felt incredible confident and grateful because of the fans, that he never imagined to be in those big venues and now he is, the times that he didn't feel good but the fans make him feel better and he still sing his heart out and sound it amazing.

I will remember all those livestreams I watch, all the emotions I felt every show hearing the songs I love and thinking how I will never get tired of seeing Louis' shows because how mesmerizing he is and how incredible his music is, especially live.

I will remember all those comments, reactions, the beautiful gifs this fandom made, the memes and just the community created here sharing a experience online that somehow it makes us feel part of the show in some way.

Watching Louis' shows during this last year especially has been a beautiful gift, seeing his grow, his happiness, his surprise for every fan project and the crowd excitement, his jokes, his battles with bugs, his odds challenges, his circle game, seeing all those post interactions in some shows where he show more of his personality, etc.

I keep saying this but we are very lucky to have an artist like Louis who always wants to share as most of his time as possible with fans and share as most experiences as possible in different ways, whether is doing shows in places that is not that common to do it, seeing fans after shows, taking a photo in hotels or airports, doing a worldwide livestream, giving us the live album etc.

I'm very thankful for this tour, for Louis, the band and his team that make this possible and for the fandom that either in person or online make everyone feel part of something special that I will never forget it.

Thank you to the livestreamers who allows to be part of their shows, to the updates accounts here in tumblr that work so hard to share as much content as possible, to the gif makers, the curators of content, the people that make edits, fanart, memes, reactions, texts to discuss, I appreciate your time and hard work to share that content with us. And thank you to the people that reblog all that content because this way more people see it.

I can't wait what the future holds for Louis and his brilliant mind. The sky is the limit for Louis and there is nothing that is going to stop him to keep shining his talent to the world.