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sweet-villain · 2 years

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Feelings~7~ Joseph Quinn

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It seems like Jamie got annoyed that you had forgotten about him, you hadn't called him or anything in that matter to get his attention. He would glance at his phone every chance he got to see if you had contacted him. He would go on his social media and check yours to see what you have posted. You have been posting your work, you were working. He gritted his teeth hating the fact that you took the chance to push him away instead of being an adult and talking to him.

He didn't like that Joseph and you had made up and are friends with benefits it seems. He was out of the picture and it bothered him so much. He has missed you, being able to make you laugh and smile. He wanted to be there and watch you work.

He grabbed his coat, keys, wallet and phone as he headed out the door into his car. He knew where you worked and knew that today you were working.

Jamie headed to the studio in hopes that he didn't lose you as his friend or anything else you thought of him in that matter.

He parked the car in the space he found and as he got out, some people recognized him but he was in no mood to take pictures or stop to say hello. He rushed into the studio hearing you and your client talk before his face appeared.

He heard your laugh, it brought a smile on his face.

You put a finger up to tell your client you'd be right back as you spotted Jamie leaning against the wall.

" What are you doing here?" he had his hands in his pockets as he looked around the studio. " I was hoping you'd call me, but you didn't. It bothered me therefore, I came to see you"

" I'm working" you crossed your arms across your chest, frown on your face as you stared up at him. " I can see that, but that hasn't stopped me before"

" Jamie, leave" you tell him pointing towards the door.

" Ouch, is this a way to treat your best friend?"

" We are not best friends, Bower" you scoffed. " You lost that chance when you decided to be a prick to me"

" You know I was just angry at that time, let's talk"

" Jamie. I'm working" he sighed, taking a cigarette to put it in his mouth when you plucked it out of his mouth. " Give it back, darling" he reaches for it but you throw it in the waste backset.

" Leave" you tell him, turning around to walk back to your client and apologizing to them about being interrupted. When you got back to work, Jamie stood and watched. He watched as you captured each shot perfectly, hearing your client pleased with your work. As you finished up, he helped you pack your things in silence.

" Weren't you suppose to leave like I told you?" you took the camera from him as he was putting it away. His fingers brushed against yours, but you don't shiver or anything like you used to. Not anymore. Things with Jamie has changed but he hasn't.

" I wanted to stay and see how you work" you nodded, " Okay since you did that, now leave"

" Do you wanna go out for a drink with me?" you pursed your lips and sighed. " You and I, aren't happening Bower. Weather you like it or not" he made a hm sound stepping closer to you, chest to chest.

He looks down at you, his blonde hair shielding one of his eyes. He smelled really good too, a mix with cigarettes he smokes.

" Shame" he mutters, taking out a twenty from his pocket and shoving it in your hand. " Buy yourself a drink, you look like you could use it" he says, pocking your nose but as he says the words, it's not a good friendly tone. He turns around to leave as you gap at him feeling the money in your hands.

" What was that?" your assistant asks you, " I have no idea"

You did use the twenty, but not for a drink like Jamie wanted you. You bought yourself dinner tonight, not wanting to cook and headed home. The wind blew your hair and children ran past you with their mom yelling them to be careful. They were out late, you thought. You pulled your jacket tighter around you, burying your nose in the collar of the jacket making your way home.

It wasn't too far ahead.

As you came to the door, Joseph is leaning against yours with his hands in his pockets. Two of them in one day, they keep chasing you like hungry wolves.

" Joseph" you greet him. He watches as you walk up the steps and take your keys out to unlock the door. " I can't stop thinking about the last kiss we shared" he says as you unlocked the door, turning on the lights as he followed you in.

" Yeah, do come in" you rolled your eyes setting the keys in the small bowl by the door and stripping off your jacket hanging it by the door along with your shoes. Joseph did the same and you waited by the wall to hear what he has to say.

" About the kiss.." he brings it up again, standing in front of you and biting on his lip. His cheeks are a little red from the cold as he stood outside waiting for you.

" What about it?" you haven't forgotten it. How soft his lips were against yours. How it felt different than all the times before.

"I can't stop thinking about it or you" he left him in the hallway heading to the kitchen to set down your food that you spend that twenty on.

You opened the box and some of it got on your finger, as you brought it to your mouth to lick it off. He was watching with his eyes, his eyes darkened.

" Y/N" he warns but you don't hear it as you opened the container that had your food, closing your eyes when the smell hits you. It smelled so good.

" You want some?" you asked him, he shakes his head. But you haven't noticed how his gaze is watching you like a pray. He licked his lips watching you, he felt his cock twitch in his pants wanting to bend you over that table and have his way with you.

" Joseph?" it sounds like a purr when you call out his name, his eyes ate filled with lust and want. He watches you drop the fork in your hand and make your way to him.

" Joe?" you call out to him but he can't take it anymore as he leans down capturing your lips with his in hunger. You whimper as his hands grab your ass pushing you against him.

You feel it. His cock presses against your thigh. He taps the back of your thighs signaling you to jump, you do wrapping your legs around him as he takes you to the bedroom.

The sun peeks through your wind casting a light on you as you squint, moaning in your sleep feeling a hand wrapped around your waist tugging you to the warm body. They groan as you turn your head to look at him. His curls are stuck on his forehead and some are a mess, his eyes are shut and he is sleeping on his stomach as small snores leave his lips.

You loved this sight of Joseph, he looked so peaceful.

" You're staring" he says. You chuckle rolling over to your side, kissing his cheek. " I can't help it, you're adorable like this"

" Shush" he says, you ran a hand through his curls making him groan and wiggle around. " I'm trying to sleep, sweetheart" he mumbles, a yawn escapes his mouth.

"No shit" suddenly you yelp as you were on your back with Joe on top of you, his brown eyes staring at you with your wrist pinned above your head.

" Excuse me?" he asks, " You're excused" you tell him, he leans down kissing your neck, blowing on each spot making you giggle as you tried to escape his grasp. He laughs with you and pulls away to stare down at you.

" You're so beautiful" he says, brushing a hair away from your eye.

" Say's the beautiful man himself" you blushes, and hides his face in your chest turning his cheek as he lays his head there.

" Comfy there?" he nods, his hands releasing your wrist and coming to your waist. He likes this.

" What is this Joe? What are we?"

Just like that the moment was ruined and you needed to know.

#joseph quinn x you #imagine joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn #joesph quinn #joseph quinn x y/n #jewls writes

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jennay · 1 year

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Number 12

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reader's nose starts bleeding during movie night with jamie and he's worried and tries to help her and all she says is "i'm eleven now"✨and he's like "not funny now, love🙄"

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Jamie stands in the kitchen, waiting for his tea to finish brewing. He turns around to see you walking toward him. He laughs loudly when he sees you wrapped up in your fuzzy purple blanket. It's pulled over your head like a hood and reaches down to your ankles. “Come on!” You say as you shuffle by him. “I’m ready.” You flop on the couch and tighten your blanket around you.

As cute as you are, Jamie found himself wondering if you were losing the last bit of sanity you had. The holidays always make you kind of weird.

You’d just gotten back from visiting your family. While out there, you realized how much you wanted to be home with Jamie. You weren't codependent, but you thoroughly enjoyed your time with your boyfriend, and the two of you had many different places to go during the holidays, which often led to being separated.

“Here,” Jamie sits next to you and hands you your favorite warm drink, hot chocolate. “Careful. It's hot-”

The liquid is already in your mouth, burning your tongue. “Shit!” You set the cup on the coffee table and hold your lip. “Ouch...” You look at him like it's his fault that you were impatient.

“It was hot. Did you not see the steam?” He laughs, but you don't think it's as hilarious as he does. You grab your blanket and scoot away, sticking your tongue out at him.

“We haven't even started the movie, and you're already tired of me?” He teases. “Come back. I’m cold, and I want your blanket.” He presses play on the movie that you two chose. He’s watching the tv, but you’re too busy glaring at him.

When his eyes fall on you, he’s startled by the look on your face. “Forgive me, love.” He opens his arms and waves for you to come over. You debate it for a moment before slowly inching over to him. He looks horrified when the brightness of the tv lights up your face.

“What?” You ask.

“Your nose, darling.” He stands up quickly, “Let’s get you to the bathroom.” He panics. Classic Jamie, going into mother-goose mode.

Your hand goes up to your nose; you haven’t felt anything dripping. You look at your fingers, and sure enough, your nose is bleeding.

He brings you to the toilet and has you sit down while he looks for a rag to wipe your nose. “Did you accidentally hit your nose?” He finally finds a rag and runs it under hot water.

“I didn’t want you to find out this way; I’m sorry.” Your eyes go cold, and in your most serious voice, you say, “I have superhuman powers.”

Jamie’s brows raise; he’s missing the Joke. It’s not as funny when you have to explain it to him.

“I’m 11 now.”

He closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath. He didn’t know what to expect, but it wasn’t close to that. “Not now, love. There is a time and place, and this is not either. You’re bleeding and making a joke of it.” Pinching the bridge of his nose, he exhales loudly. “Besides, you’d have to be twelve…nobody is like Millie.” He dabs the cloth on your face. When he's finished, he throws the rag in the hamper and kisses your forehead. “Can we go watch the movie without your nose being dramatic?” He teases.

“Will you carry me?” You ask with hopeful eyes while reaching your arms out to him. “Please, babe. My nose hurts.” You kid.

Jamie laughs and helps you up; he turns around and says, “Get on my back. You’re lucky I love you.”

You lightly hop on his back, and his arms go straight underneath your butt to support your weight. He starts down the hall, and you nuzzle your face in his neck. “I love you too.”

What did you think? Hope you enjoyed.

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disasterbijamietartt · 11 months

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It hurts my heart how excited and happy Jamie was to go for a beer with Roy and whennRoy said how proud he was of him. I'm preferring to ignore the following part, but it did make me happy them realising they were being stupid and going for a kebab so Im hoping that was just a stupid lapse of sense. Although it is making me side eye Roy especially for behaving that way knowing Jamie's past.

Ugh, yes, the latter half of the bar talk really didn't sit right with me.

It started out so great, but then it made a u-turn …

You know, I understand why they brought up the love triangle with Roy and Jamie, since their feelings for Keeley was something that was still standing between the and that they needed to talk about, but I didn’t like the execution of them getting needlessly sexist about it (bringing up the sex tape, really? And Roy’s whole “stay away from her, we are talking again so she is clearly mine — although, women, who understands them?”).

I could even accept the fist fight as some sort of necessary catharsis for them, if it wouldn’t be for Jamie’s history with abuse and him just two minutes earlier saying how Roy gave him something positive he didn’t get from the other older men in his life. (I’ll assume Simon wasn’t that much into football, so he wasn’t as motivational and didn’t train with him etc., otherwise just … ouch.) And the thing is also, all of Roy’s jealousy aside … they never actually fought over Keeley, which was the part I found so refreshing about the way the love triangle was handled. But, yeah, I can see how there was some lingering animosity that had to get settled before they truly could be best friends. But they could done that without actually fist fighting …

The whole asking Keeley to choose thing was … quite arrogant of them and icky, but good for them to realise they were being idiots and that it apparently didn't mess with their friendship.

Still, I would have preferred if they hadn't come to the conclusion, that Keeley should chose (with her choice being neither for good reason), but that they had used this opportunity to talk with her about their feelings for her and that they needed to know where they were standing with her to find closure. And then them having an actual conversation adressing their conundrum and how it would be best for all of them to stay friends, yadda yadda.

Like, the thing that annoys me most is, that we didn’t get a follow up, no apology to Keeley for acting so stupid. She kicked them out, which was the right thing to do, but I'd wished they had actually talked things out.

It is nice to have it so open that you can interpret it whichever way you want, but after seeing the trio's blooming friendship last episode this felt like such a step back in their relationship. I just would have loved to get a little bit more resolution, to have them properly established as friends.

Especially if you read the montage as something only happening in Ted’s dream—like, that is the only way I can excuse Beard’s and Jane’s wedding (with Ted not being present on top?) and Jamie visiting James and laughing with him. (I saw so many people on reddit being moved to tears by Jamie reconciling with his “dad”, like, yeah, applause for years of abuse and trauma being ignored in order to get a sappy ending. Like, if the show had at least acknowledged the abuse and shown James taking accountability, BEFORE Jamie decides to reconnect, but yeah, no one has to ever be accountable to Jamie, soo … And it is especially upsetting considering they added sexual abuse to the long list of James’ crimes just to … completely drop this, as if it didn’t matter. They could have made Jamie’s first trip to Amsterdam traumatic in other ways, if the contrast between bad trip with dad and good trip with mum was all they wanted to accomplish …)

On a side note: Jamie enjoying and missing drinking beer threw me off, since he never seemed to be too fond of alcohol, but they probably wanted to get the Darsteiner callback in. Way more important than consistent characterisation.

#ted lasso spoilers #jamie tartt #roy kent #keeley jones #my answers

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socialanxietyrabbit · 2 years

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SPOILERS for Locke and Key season 3 episode 8 (final episode)

Ok, I'm done. Wow, feels weird, honestly. Can't believe it's actually over...

So, first up, Gordie and Sam. I knew it, I freaking knew it. Doesn't mean I wanted it to happen though. Gordie dying, actually giving his last breaths to make sure Kinsey, Tyler and Ellie would make it out alive... ouch. Even worse, he tried to stop Gideon from breaking free. He tried, knowing that he was gonna die, to create a literal mental block strong enough to withhold Gideon. He didn't know the echo's strength so he failed, tragically. I know he was really only important for one episode but I hoped he'd make it. And as for Sam... as mentioned in previous posts, I cared a shit ton for that guy and his involvement. He definitely deserved better that that. Although I know that it was meant as payment and "debt forgiveness". Still hate it.

Now, Gideon. Wow I hate that guy. Cheers to the actor though, I don't know his name, but the way he delivered, man, he made me angry. Real impressive acting. And super happy this dude is gone!

Rufus, Ellie, Jamie and Josh, you know I love you guys, you're great, please always stay the way you are. Love how things ended for them, eventhough I'm a little sad Josh is never gonna know the truth and Jamie will forget eventually.

Duncan and Brian deserve happiness more than anything. I love them.

Gald to know The Savinis managed to finish the film and that it was really such a big success! Good for them. I could've watched the Q&A for hours, no problems. Really surprised Scot showed up but yay! (Shave though, please. He looks so... mature. Old.) Cool line with the Good, Better and Excellent thing. And I'm happy Kinsey might join him soon <3 I would have liked to see Jordan again though, just for old times sake, yknow?

I'm glad Tyler has found his peace, or at least some kind of it. I'm still not a huge fan of the whole Carly-thing, but a road trip sounds great and if Tyler really likes Montana so much, that's amazing! I know he'll miss keyhouse and I think he's gonna come back a lot of times, as often as possible. Even without any event, just because he wants to.

I know Nina is gonna do fine. She has Josh and her Kids and Ellie. She'll be happy. Bode too. He found a best friend in Jamie and is working on being on good terms with Josh (which, BTW, amazing! Love how the made that little peace offering. I think these twos will have a great relationship and will become very close friends).

Now as for what actually happened... I do like that the keys are gone now. And I like how they chose to resolve everything. Throwing the keys in meaning closing the portals was brilliant and brings everything to a nice end. I loved the montage for it, showing bits and pieces of what the keys did and what the characters went through with them (not everything, not a lot or even the main points, just moments were it fit, nothing to sad or emotional, just... epic, in a very simple way). It was well done, that's all I have to say.

And for maybe the most important scene I can just say yes. Yes, wow, thank you. I honestly had a few tears forming when they saw Rendell again. The conversation with him brought me closer to crying than anything this season has and the hug at the end let the tears spill. It fit perfectly but was also so sad to just suddenly see them in the hallway again, still hugging, just without Rendell. It was good to have that last conversation, I think.

For now, that's all I have. It's literally 45 min till midnight and I want to sleep, but watching it was worth it. Feels like some weird sense of closure at the moment.

#netflix #locke & key #locke and key netflix #locke and key spoilers #locke and key season 3 #tyler locke #kinsey locke #bode locke #nina locke #sam lesser #gordie shaw #locke siblings #savini squad

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leebrontide · 7 months

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Secondhand Origin Stories, Chapter 10

Here's this week's chapter! Reblogs welcome!

For those of you just joining us, I'm posting a chapter a week of my free near future scifi/low neon cyberpunk YA/NA novel, Secondhand Origin Stories, which has been described as

"-a character driven, compelling story full of family, queerness, corruption, brain altering nanites, secretly teen parenting AIs, and taking aspects of the superhero genre to their very human and rarely-explored natural conclusions."

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Chapter 10

This was the first time Opal had been inside the Tillman’s private apartment.

Despite this being a family home with two kids, it looked like a magazine or movie set. Everything was a gleaming white-- the glossy marble floors, the walls reaching for the vaulted ceiling, the intricate crown molding, the huge white U-shaped couch. What wasn’t white was either ivory, like the countertops, or utterly transparent, like the long beveled-edge dining table. It was a palace of clouds, hovering above the city skyline, which looked bleached to match in the noontime sun. The storm had passed, and the city was searingly shining and bright. Its reflected light glittered steadily off of nearly every pearly surface. Everything about this home was expensive, precise, and spotless.

In the middle of all of it was Dr. Tillman, on the couch. Her suit was white, seamless, and perfectly printed to her measurements. Even the streaks of her pale reddish-blonde hair seemed like the veins in the marble, as if she’d been made from the same materials as her estate.

In front of her, her kids seemed made of much less sturdy stuff. If Dr. Tillman was marble, Issac looked like rumpled paper that’d been erased a few too many times. He stood, keeping well back from his mom. Jamie stood just behind him, still looking like an unfinished watercolor. Their mom had been trying to get one or both of them to sit down with her since the three of them had come upstairs.

Three hours earlier, Dr. Tillman had listened to her daughter’s explanation of what had gone on that morning, got up, and said she was getting some coffee. She’d never come back down. She seemed beyond startled when the three of them had walked in. She did, in fact, have a full cup of coffee in front of her, but it wasn’t steaming.

Opal had seated herself at the dining table, barely in Dr. Tillman's peripheral vision, hoping that Jamie and Issac's mom would prove herself able to handle whatever was going on in her family, and trying to stay out of the way. Opal wasn’t sure what she’d do if this last failsafe failed them. Who could she go to, then?

Issac finally spoke, fear making his voice reedy. “OK, the thing is, Mom...” He gulped. “I don’t want you to take this personally.”

Jamie grimaced silently as Dr. Tillman grew visibly more alarmed. Ouch. What a terrible start.

“It’s not personal, it’s just I’m legally an adult now. And so I have to do what’s best for me.” He paused, apparently distracted from some pre-planned speech. “Wait, where’s Dad? I don’t want to do this twice.”

Dr. Tillman's eyes darted to her daughter, who looked out the window. “Your father is still downstairs in the clinic.”

“Why? They can’t discuss my medical records with him.”

Dr. Tillman clearly hated having this conversation, but she answered with barely detectable hesitation. “He’s downstairs because his clavicle is broken.”

This derailed Issac completely. “What? How’d that happen?”

Jamie mumbled, “We got into a fight.”

“You got into a fight with Dad and he has a broken collarbone?”

“I gather Yael got involved,” Dr. Tillman answered with a cold fury. Opal wondered who it was directed at.

Issac's head snapped back to face his mother, horrified and shocked. “Yael?” Dr. Tillman nodded, the picture of dignified sadness. Issac looked at his sister again. Jamie crossed her arms tight over her chest, her narrow jaw set, still staring out the too-bright windows.

Issac's mouth opened. He seemed to have a hard time wrapping his mind around this. So, whatever was going on now, it was a change from before. It was a change from what Issac knew was going on, at least. Resolve settled into place on his face. He straightened. “OK, well, this just underscores my decision. Mom, I’m moving out. And Yael’s coming with me.”

“And me,” Jamie added with ironclad determination. Issac looked less sure of that part.

Dr. Tillman's elegant eyebrows arched past the point of elegance, wrinkling an otherwise ageless brow. Dr. Tillman didn’t raise her voice at all. “No. You’re not,” she answered, as if this was a perfectly obvious statement of fact.

“I’m eighteen,” Issac countered.

This strained Dr. Tillman. Her throat worked for a moment. “You are. Your sister isn’t.”

“I’m sixteen,” Jamie said softly. Opal couldn’t see her face from here, but the guilt in Jamie’s voice was contradicted by the rooted, solid way she stood, and the still and stubborn set of her shoulders.

“Right,” her mom agreed.

Jamie drew herself up further and leveled her chin, but kept looking out the window at the wider world. “In Illinois, sixteen-year-olds have the right to select their own legal guardian, as long as that guardian is eighteen or older. I looked it up.”

Dr. Tillman's eyes widened. For the first time, her voice had a sharpened edge. “Martin,” she demanded.

The voice from the lobby came, expressionless now, and quiet. “She is correct.”

Jamie still wouldn’t look at her mom. “You could fight it, but you’d have to take it to court.”

Opal’s mouth dropped open. That was cold. And brutally effective. Even under the best circumstances, that court case would be a media three-ring circus. And who knew what Jamie had to tell the judge or reporters?

Maybe Jamie didn’t need so much in the way of protection, after all. Issac gaped at his sister, apparently not expecting this any more than Opal had.

Dr. Tillman might as well have turned into marble after all. She was frozen-- ankles crossed, hands folded tidily in her lap, back straight as her daughter’s. Only her eyes were opened wide in horror, and her jaw clenched, as if she was holding back a cry of pain. She visibly struggled to find words for a moment. When she found her voice, it trembled like vibration coming through stone. “Jamie, if this is about what happened with your dad--”

“It’s not,” Jamie interjected immediately, finally looking at her mom.

Dr. Tillman kept on talking. “If it’s about that, we can figure something else out. I could--”

“Mom, it’s not about that--”

“We could leave. There is no earthly reason for you to do this. You’re sixteen.”

Opal had seconds to enjoy the flood of relief at finding a sensible, protective parent before Jamie interrupted, “Mom, stop!” Dr. Tillman lapsed into silence, but it didn’t look like she’d stay there long.

Issac, who’d been ping-ponging between them during this exchange, burst in. “What the hell happened this morning?”

He was treated to two surprisingly identical looks of muted fury from both his sister and his mom. His mom was the one that answered. “What happened this morning, young man, is that you decided to recklessly and stupidly abuse the trust I placed in you, as well as the equipment no other boy your age could even dream of having at his disposal, to endanger yourself, break several federal and international laws, violate numerous codes of ethical medical conduct, and treat yourself as a lab rat while leaving your sisters to watch you almost kill yourself.”

At the last part, Jamie flinched hard enough, Opal could see it from across the room.

Issac rounded on his mom. He’d snapped. “I was just doing what our family does! You want to talk about lab rat, how about Dad? How about Drew? Or Jenna? YOU helped make her into Bion in the first place! I’m trying to fix myself. From something that only happened to me because of my family. You decided to raise us here. You decided to marry a superhero. You decided I couldn’t be in a room full of superheroes when all of this happened! I didn’t decide any of that! If I’m going to be in danger like a Voss, then I am damn well going to fix myself like one! Even you do stuff to yourself all the time! You’ve always got to have something nipped or tucked or some shit. Hell, you want to get on my case for recklessly endangering myself? I’m just trying to get back to normal. I’m not the one who was dumb enough to almost starve herself to death!”

Opal pressed her back into the dining chair. Jesus, no one in this family knew how to pull any punches. Jamie gaped at him. The way Issac’s mom recoiled, she never expected such a low blow. They kept shocking each other-- they must have treated each other better, once. Why couldn’t they go back to that?

Dr. Tillman shot to her feet. “Fine. Get out then. Go. Go and have a taste of the real world. Both of you.” Both her kids looked at her, silent, unmoving. “Well? Go! You both know where your luggage is. You can pack. And bring anything you can carry, because I don’t want to see either of you again until you’ve managed to find at least two brain cells to put together. Go!” She gestured violently at the hallway, and they both scrambled, rushing out of her view.

Leaving Opal in the living room with Dr. Tillman. Just in time for a muffled sob, and the first actual spilling of tears Opal had seen today. Opal was 99% sure Dr. Tillman had forgotten she was there. Opal didn’t even want to shift in her seat, not wanting any of the attention that could come her way in this bizarre situation.

Dr. Tillman shook her head, speaking to herself, “This is insane. I can’t…” She took a few unsteady breaths that didn’t seem to do her any good. She spoke a little louder, anger returning to her face. “Martin, access my bank accounts.”

“Yes, Dr. Tillman.”

“Transfer the entire balance of the accounts ending in 0758 and 0923 into the account ending in 3467.”

“Transfer complete.”

Bank account numbers? Was Opal actually invisible? She felt incredibly alone here. Didn’t dare to move, hardly dared to breathe. Dr. Tillman had drained their bank accounts. Issac had just had his birthday; his bank accounts must have had an adult’s name on them. And Jamie didn’t technically own anything. It was legal.

Opal was sitting in a very pretty shark tank.

But Opal wasn’t invisible, and something as big and dark as she was couldn’t not stand out in a place like this. Dr. Tillman startled in a sharp, aggressive way once she noticed Opal again. Her eyes narrowed. “Ms. Flynn,” she said, coming to some kind of conclusion. She had long strides, and made a beeline right to Opal.

Should Opal stand up? Should she keep sitting? What was the polite response here? Did Opal want to be polite?

She stayed sitting. Dr. Tillman stopped just shy of coming close enough to loom. “Well, Ms. Flynn. You wanted your chance, and now you have it. My son has been kidnapped two times. Yael once. By some miracle, Jamie never. I don’t expect this exercise in stupidity to last very long. But whatever its duration, I would like the numbers I just gave you to stay exactly the same. And someone. Some idiot is going to see this as a chance to take a pot shot at the team via my children.

“If that person is altered, all you can do is back up Yael, and call for the team. Do you understand? I want you to call for backup. You’re strong, but you can’t fight, and I don’t want any teenagers getting killed in this. If they’re unaltered, use your best judgment. I promise to support your actions in court to the full extent that I am able. And I will see to it that you are fully compensated for your work.

“Martin, put my number as well as the rest of the team’s into her cell phone.” Opal’s phone beeped.

Dr. Tillman gathered herself, hellfire in her eyes. “I expect there to be an opening on the team very soon.”

Oh. Just how powerful was this woman?

But Opal had just been questioning whether she could work here. Whether she could take orders from a system this broken. Was it OK to take an offer like this?

At the end of the day-- Dr. Tillman was asking her to protect people. People who may have just done some very questionable things-- but who didn’t seem to want to hurt anybody. Whether she’d be a superhero or not, she still wanted to protect people.

Opal nodded. Mission accepted.

* * *

What to pack? How long did he have? Issac looked over his room, having a hard time processing things. He was leaving. He was leaving and told not to come back. He was, for all practical purposes, disowned. By his mom at least. And Dad--

This time, the discomfort of the contacts told him that the blurring of his vision was just tears in his eyes.

Issac tried to hush his voice. “Martin? Can you hear me?” Martin had answered Mom in the living room, so Issac’s temporary blocks must have worn off by now, just like they were supposed to.

No answer. “Martin?”

He tried to let himself be a little louder. “Martin.”

Nothing. Even if Martin hadn’t wanted to be overheard, Issac was sure he could get into these contacts.

He was refusing to talk to Issac.

Issac moved back to a whisper. “Martin, I’m sorry. I am. But you were expecting me to leave. And now I’ve got a screen with me 24/7.” Still nothing. “Martin, come on.”

Ground under him shifted. He jumped back at the crumbling sensation, expecting the ground to drop out from under him. The tiles of his bedroom floor were cracked, with several shallow craters bigger than his foot. Baffling manifestations of everything falling apart. He stared at them. They didn’t move-- they hadn’t been there before. He felt like he was losing his mind-- things were disintegrating here so much faster than he could account for.

Issac felt his control slipping. “C’mon. Not you too. Not with Mom and…”

MARTIN: This is a bad idea. It won’t work.

Issac exhaled. He headed into the closet, pulling out his carry-on. “Too late for that. You heard her.”

She’s emptied your bank accounts.

He paused, one hand on a shirt he’d been about to pull off its hanger. She couldn’t do that.

She could. She absolutely could. Shit. Well, what the hell was he supposed to do then? She’d told him to go, and then turned around and made that impossible. Did she want him to be homeless? Deaf, concussed, and homeless? Was she actually trying to kill him?

For a breath or two, that actually seemed plausible. “Can you--”

You know I can’t.

Issac probably could. Could get into his mom’s account and get his money back, if he tried hard enough. But then he really would get arrested.

DOOR KNOCKING

“Martin, who is it.”

Opal Flynn.

Crap. Right. The audience for his family’s collapse. “Uh. Sure. Come in, I guess.”

She hurried in, closing the door right behind her, as if she was worried about being followed, and leaned against it. He could just see her from in here.

Yes, hi, random girl. So happy you always seem to turn up when I’m on the verge of a mental breakdown. He just looked at her, one hand still on a shirt sleeve.

OPAL FLYNN: So, I was thinking maybe while you get settled, you and your siblings might want to move in with me? I have an apartment-- sort of. I have space, anyway. Rent free.

The hell? He didn’t even know her. “What?”

She bit her lip, moving a little further into the room. It just seems like maybe a little extra security might be good? I’m altered, so…

“I don’t even know you.” He turned, pulling the shirt down, and going for the one after it. His eyes still itched. She was standing near the craters.

OPAL FLYNN: But Jamie and Yael do. And your security system here seems to like me.

Issac stopped. Like? He looked back at her. “Is that right, Martin?”

MARTIN: She has thus far exercised excellent judgment and character within my view and within my conversations with her.

She beamed gratefully at the ceiling. Martin’s opinion seemed to mean something to her. She looked at Issac, then briefly back to the ceiling, before turning back to Issac. OPAL FLYNN: Oh, sorry, did I interrupt you two? She looked at the ceiling again. Martin, were you in the middle of--

MARTIN: I was not. This is not the person I was primarily speaking of. Nor is he especially receptive to in-depth communication at this time.

Issac would have given one of the cameras a dirty look, but he was distracted by the way Opal was talking to Martin.

It was dangerous. It was risky for Martin to have talked to someone else in a way that would lead to that. But Martin had. Which meant Martin really did trust her.

She continued. OPAL FLYNN: Maybe we should stay in touch. I’m always happy to have another pen pal.

MARTIN: It would be my pleasure, Opal.

Whoah, what?

He felt a slight pang of jealousy, but Martin was making himself very clear here. He trusted Opal. He liked her. And if Issac went with her… “OK. Fine. Uhm. Thanks for the invitation. We’ll do that, then.”

Her offer must have been genuine, because his answer seemed to relieve her.

OPAL FLYNN: Cool. I’ll go call Aldis. And…wait for you in the courtyard. OK?

He nodded. She left.

“You made a friend, Martin?”

MARTIN: I’ll feel better about you leaving my security grid if you go with her. Also, if you continue to wear those contacts and medical bracelets, so I can stay in contact.

“…Are you mad at me?”

A pause. Yes.

“And so are Jamie and Yael.”

Yael, I think, less so than the others. However, your mother is enraged. And I suggest you return to packing immediately.

Right. His exile. Officially booted off Mt. Olympus. Did that make him Hephaestus? The ugly and disfigured Olympian?

No, Hephaestus was still a god, if a pathetic one. And he’d been allowed back on the mountain at his mother’s order.

He’d better be Prometheus then, and steal what he could while he was here. He’d backed up his data ahead of time; he fished it out from under the mattress, shoving it in his pocket.

Maybe, if he really could put his life together, he’d be allowed back one day. Mom would have to see him at trade shows, at any rate. And Dad…

That issue was too big and too baffling. His brain shut down when he tried to even touch it. He grabbed a blazer instead, and threw himself into frantic theft from the place he used to call home.

* * *

“Are you going to pack that?”

Yael looked up from the worn, dented, slightly gnawed action figure. Xe hadn’t meant to stare at it like that. It wasn’t even a good likeness of Papa. Xe was embarrassed he caught xyr wasting time like that. “No, I’ll bring some pictures. Much more practical.” Xe could only bring the essentials. Xe had no idea where xe was going.

Papa’s small smile was warm and thankful. As badly as xe’d wanted to hurt him this morning, xe hated seeing him thankful for xyr affection now. He didn’t trust their bond anymore. What a time for Yael to leave. He turned to look at the six square feet of pinned-up printed photos covering the wall opposite the windows. The center of xyr long, slow-growing collection was faded. Their shared family history spiraled and sprawled across the gray.

Well, the nice parts of their history. So much of xyr life was un-photographed. There were no pictures of fights, sleepless nights, or missing family. There was nothing particular to mark Jenna’s sudden disappearance from the pictures. This morning wouldn’t leave any pictures-- just the end of the collection xe’d leave here to fade.

Xe tapped down an urge to search the pictures to see if there were hints in old photos of xyr family’s breakdown. Papa only noticed xyr staring. “That suits me. If you stay long enough to sort through all of those, you’ll never leave.”

Ugh, why did he have to be so nice right now? Xe threw the toy at him. He plucked it out of the air, and set it in xyr suitcase with a sad, sentimental smile. Xe turned back to the shelf, where the rest of xyr collection stood. Xe grabbed Capricorn and Bion, and hesitated. Just LodeStar left on the shelf, as beat-up and well-loved as the rest. Xe transferred the other two toys to xyr left hand, and picked up LodeStar, looking at it more closely.

The silver-black crept out of xyr skin where xyr hand touched the toy. The sensation of wet cracks shuddered up xyr arm again.

Xe almost threw the thing. Xe turned, ready to drop it in the garbage, where it belonged. But xyr hand tightened on the toy. Wouldn’t let go. The plastic creaked, and the revolting sense memory crawled through xyr flesh again.

Xe placed it back on the shelf, as hard as xe could without knocking the whole thing down. The silver retreated, and xe could finally let it go. Xe left it there, then went to put the other figures in the suitcase. Xe…didn’t have an action figure of Melissa. “Choose one of Melissa, will you?”

Papa got up off the the bed, moving quietly towards the photo wall. Xe couldn’t look at it now. Xe’d get lost forever trying to find answers in the pictures.

“You have to take care of the hamsters. I’ll come back for them when I know where we’re going.”

“Of course I will.”

“And keep looking for Skittles. And if you find her, give her a big grape, and let her eat as much of it as she wants before you put her with the others.” Yael didn’t want to go. The outside world was full of doors xe had to duck through, cars xe didn’t fit in, and fragile people who didn’t know xyr.

“I’ll miss you.” He carefully pulled one of the photos off the wall.

“Don’t make me cry,” Yael warned.

“But I know you’ll come back. At least to visit. And to train. And maybe you can talk Issac and Jamie into visiting, too?”

“I don’t even know where we’re going,” Yael grumbled. “But I’ll try to come back to train.”

Xe headed to the bathroom, to pack toiletries. Papa kept going. “And when you come back, we can discuss…the other thing.”

Xe almost snapped xyr toothbrush in half. Xe stuck xyr head out of the bathroom. Papa was sitting on the bed again, elbows braced forward on his knees, eyes on the pictures.

Papa had always been age-stable. So, to Yael, it was normal that he never changed. But at that moment, xe felt like xe was looking at a younger version of him. He’d barely been older than Yael was now when xe was born. When he’d chosen one family over another. How had xyr 18-year-old papa looked, bringing an infant to a place he could barely call his home? Those pictures weren’t on the wall, either.

The moment was too hard to walk away from. Xe couldn’t leave the building with him looking like that. Xe couldn’t think of anything xe could do or say to snap him out of it.

Eventually, he turned to xyr. “What do I call you, then?”

“What?”

“You’ve banned me from calling you my daughter. But I don’t think you want me to call you my son.”

“Oh. No. That’s…really not any better for me.”

“Then what do I call you?”

“Just call me yours.”

* * *

Jamie had expected doing the right thing to feel better than this. She slipped past Mom’s door, hearing crying inside. But Jamie wouldn’t be welcome in there unless she changed her mind, which she couldn’t do. She lugged her suitcase through the great room, trying not to look at anything. She knew every room by heart; she didn’t need to look around.

She dropped the heavy case just outside her own front door. She’d taken a risk and slung her guitar case across her back. Issac hadn’t reacted to her guitar earlier, and she needed calming things right now.

Yael was already sitting in the hanging chairs, xyr suitcase at xyr feet. Solomon was hovering next to xyr. Opal was across the courtyard, on her phone, talking quietly. Ugh, Jamie had made things hard for her yet again. Everyone turned to look at Jamie. She’d heard Issac still packing in his room.

She licked her lips, looked at Solomon, and dragged her suitcase further into the courtyard. “No Drew?”

“He’s downstairs, taking care of some things. I’ll explain things to him when he comes back. Expect him to want to visit very soon.”

Jamie huffed. “I just wish I knew where he’d be visiting.”

Opal walked over, slipping her phone back in her suit pocket. “Got that taken care of. In the short term, anyway. You guys can stay with me. It’s not fancy, but there’s space.”

Jamie felt the briefest flash of suspiciousness at being invited into the home of someone she’d known all of two weeks. But being suspicious of Opal wasn’t sustainable. She was too honest, too sweet, and too admirable for Jamie to work up any real suspicion towards her. “Thanks, but I don’t think Issac--”

“He already said yes.”

Jamie blinked, surprised. Yael beat her to an out-loud reaction. “He accepted your help?”

“Yes?” She looked at each of them. “Why, is that weird?”

The door opened and shut with a bang, and Issac and his bag almost ran Jamie over. ”Let’s get this shit-show on the road.”

“Aldis is almost to the parking garage,” Opal answered.

Yael sighed heavily, standing.

Jamie couldn’t resist looking around the courtyard as they headed towards the elevator. She’d be back here eventually, right?

Something small, shining, and rectangular caught her attention, right by Dad’s door. She walked over and bent down, picking it up. Jenna's deck of cards, kicked to the side and ignored. Her little gift, rejected.

She couldn’t imagine the dad she’d grown up with ignoring these. Maybe that dad really was gone.

The elevator opened. Issac went in first, without even acknowledging Solomon, then Opal, then Yael, with two suitcases. It was a little crowded.

Solomon’s hand landed on Jamie's shoulder. “We’ll take the next one.”

The door closed, and Jamie braced herself. She was very tired of being the center of intense attention today. He kneeled, one hand on each of her arms-- a dirty trick to make it harder for her to avoid eye contact. He looked into her eyes earnestly. “Jamie, I’m sorry. If I’d realized what was happening, this morning would have gone differently.”

Jamie didn’t know what to say to that. It’s OK would be met with immediate resistance. And her anger was all burnt out by now. She looked away, willing the elevator door to open. There were six elevators, and Solomon had said they’d go down. Why wasn’t one opening?

“Jamie, how are you? And don’t just say you’re ‘fine’.”

Well, what was she supposed to say when he’d already denied her answer? She was fine. She wasn’t sobbing in her bedroom like Mom, or down in surgery like Dad. She hadn’t taken total leave of her common sense like Yael and Issac. Compared to most of them, she was doing extremely well.

So why was her face crumpling?

Solomon pulled her gently forward. She gave in, just for a minute, and clung to his shirt, hiding her face against the fabric. Her breath caught, puffed out, then caught in her throat again.

“Oh, Jamie, Jamie. Brave girl.” Her breath hitched again. He tried for a little humor. “I’ve seen people literally shit themselves, faced with Neil in a rage.”

That hurt. “H-he’s my dad.” Did Solomon agree with Yael? Did he really believe that Dad would have hurt her?

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Of course.” He pulled her closer. “I wish I had some kind of comfort to offer--”

Jamie didn’t want words of comfort. She shook her head, keeping her face down and out of sight against his shoulder. When he didn’t say anything else, the whole day seemed to come crashing down on her, the vacuum of his silence pulling apart her carefully constructed stillness.

She was surprised to find she wasn’t crying so much as she was shivering. Did that mean she was afraid?

She’d never been afraid of her dad, before. She’d been afraid for him. She’d been angry at him. But she’d never been afraid of him. Where was her real dad?

She was thankful that, after a couple of minutes, Solomon relaxed his grip and leaned back, signaling her to pull herself together. She wasn’t sure how long it would have taken her to do it without prompting. He wiped her cheek with his thumb. It was wet from tears. She sniffed, hard, trying to keep her nose from running.

“Call every day?”

She nodded.

“And when your mom calls, you’ll answer?”

She nodded, guts crawling with guilt. He didn’t say anything about Dad. He stood, then bent to kiss her forehead. “Use your head, OK? Don’t wait for your brother to do it just because he’s older. He’s brilliant, but he gets distracted by himself.”

Jamie laughed, weak and watery. That was one way to put it.

“And please, make sure Yael’s being a good guest. She-- xe will mean to, but xe can be so easily distracted, and leave things everywhere. Especially dishes. At least Issac is tidy.” Xe? Well, finally. Jamie managed a little smile. It felt a little good to be mother-henned a bit. “And dress warmly--”

“It’s June,” Jamie interjected.

“I’ve seen you shiver in excessive air conditioning. Maybe I should pack some mittens.” He was teasing now, and it worked. She smiled. But it made her miss her old dad. “Hm? A scarf, maybe?”

“Just go for my big down coat, at that point.”

“Good idea. I’ll bring it the next time I see you.” He didn’t ask about her inhaler, or her medications. He didn’t ask about anything she’d never have forgotten.

“Solomon? Take care of them.”

“Your mom’s resilient--” he started to reassure her.

“All of them,” Jamie said, getting some of her forcefulness back.

“All of them,” he agreed.

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The New Singer-Chapter 5 (Dilf! Damon Albarn X Reader)

Pairing: Dilf ! Damon Albarn X Reader

Warnings: language, smut (P in V sex, oral female receiving), maybe a few spelling mistakes.

Summary: You've been dating Damon for 9 months now, but you've been far away from each other for a few. You're scared it might not end well, which makes you insecure, he proves you the total opposite.

Words: 2164

A/N: Hello lovely people ! Here's chapter 5, I hope you'll like it. I included a little part in French, but not worries, I translated it for you ! I'm currently working on other smuts but I don't know if one will be published on Wednesday because I have to work for my exams coming in two weeks now (ouch).

Enjoy !

(Look at him guys, isn't he handsome ?)

July 2018:

Being far from Damon was hard. We were dating since 9 months, but on these 9 months we’ve been together for only 4 months. I was scared we would end breaking up because of the distance, even if we were phoning twice a day. Especially when my label asked me to fake date another new singer so we could both gain popularity. I remember Damon and I arguing about this topic, him shouting at me and telling me he didn’t want to see me ever again.

What he couldn’t understand at first was I had no choice.

He didn’t call for a whole week, leaving me crying, eating nothing, before calling me to apologize and make it up to me. After this event I started to feel very insecure.

Since this, my public “love relationship” was no more. I loved Damon too much for this and I didn’t want to fuck anything I had with him up.

Medias were talking about me, often asking me the question “Are you seeing or dating someone since your breakup with thingummy?” And I knew I was forced to answer the fucking question. I always answered with strength “Maybe, but I like to keep my private life private.”

The label was clearly not happy of my non-submission… well, fuck them.

The first part of my tour was over, so I decided to join Damon in a French festival in Britain called “Les vieilles charrues”, without him being aware.

Happily, one of the security men recognized me and let me get backwards.

While I was looking for Damon, I jostled against someone.

-Oi, watch out! The man shouted at me -I’m so sorry si… Oh my fucking god! I screamed

I was maybe a well-known singer by now, but I was still me, and me meant the “forever fangirl”

-What? -Y-y-you’re Liam Gallagher ! I answered

Yes, he was there in the flesh, in front of me, smoking his cigarette.

-Yea thank you Y/N, I know who I am. -N-No, I mean… I’m a great fan! You’ve got so much influence on my music, actually I didn’t know you knew me. -Yer talking too much ya know? But thanks for the compliment, Rasta, I really appreciate it. I love your music by the way. He answered -Thank you. Huh…actually I was looking for Damon, did you see him? -Dermot O’Blong? -Oh yeah sorry, forgot you maybe weren’t the right man to ask… -Oi kid, Oasis vs Blur is over, I think he’s over there. He said, indicating his right with his head -Thank you, Our Kid. I answered, about to leave -Oi, wait! He said grabbing my arm -What? -Are you going to see Noel? -Huh… probably in a few days yeah, why? -Just tell this scouse schlepper I said hi please. -Huh…okay. I answered, unsure -Thank you. You can go.

I started walking again, thinking “do it yourself you wanker”, but I was wrong, and I knew that after. He was just missing his big brother and it’s sad. My relationship with my sister wasn’t really good as well, but we’ve never been to the point where they were.

I finally found someone familiar. Jamie’s wife

-Emma? -Y/N? Oh hey! How are you? -Bien merci et toi ? (Good, thank you what about you?) I answered in French -Bien aussi, merci. Does Damon know you’re here? She answered -Je te rappelle que je parle français Emma. (I remind you I’m speaking French Emma) I said chuckling -Ah oui, désolée ! (Oh yeah sorry !) -En France il faut que je pratique mon français autrement je vais le perdre. En plus tu es française, double raison. Et pour te répondre, non il ne sait pas. C’est une surprise, je vais chanter avec Gorillaz de nouveau pour quelques temps. (In France I have to practice my French or I’m going to lose it. Moreover you’re French, it’s another reason. And to answer you, no he doesn’t know. It’s a surprise, I’m going to sing with Gorillaz again for a few) -Ah je suis contente d’apprendre ça ! Laisse-moi juste prendre une bière pour Jamie et je te conduis à eux okay ? (I’m happy to know that! Let me just have a beer for Jamie and I’m taking you to them, okay?) -Okay! I answered

Once she had the fresh beer in her hand, we started walking towards the band while talking.

-Alors…Damon et toi vous êtes ensemble ? (So… You and Damon are dating?) -On peut dire ça… j’imagine qu’il l’a confié à ton mari ? (We can say that… I imagine he told your husband?) -Oui, mais ne t’inquiètes pas, c’est un secret à nous quatre. Puis je ne suis certainement pas la personne à aller répéter des secrets, ni Jamie. (Yes, but don’t worry, it’s a secret to us four. And I’m certainly not the person who will reveal secrets, nor Jamie). -Encore heureuse ! Mais je sais que je peux compter sur vous deux. (Fortunately ! But I know I can count on you two) I answered -Okay, on y est. Restes derrière moi, fais le coup à Damon du « devines qui c’est », il ne peut pas te voir, il est de dos. Je vais faire signe à Jamie de ne rien dire et de ne pas réagir. (Okay, here we go. Stay behind me, do to Damon the "guess who" thing, he can't see you, he’s from behind. I'm going to signal Jamie not to say anything and not to react.) -Niquel. (Perfect) I answered

Emma opened the door, her husband looking at her. She put her index on her mouth, showing not to tell anything nor react, just like she previously said.

He kept doing like nothing, what he understood when he saw me behind Emma.

-Here’s your beer darling. She said, handing him the plastic cup

I approached discreetly, covering Damon’s eyes with my hands.

-Guess who? I murmured in his ear

He jumped off his seat, surprised, and turned to see me.

-Y/N! He said, a smile invading his face

He came towards me and hugged me tightly, kissing my head.

-I missed you… He whispered in my ear -I missed you too. I answered the same -We have to be careful, I came with my daughter, so kisses and hand holding in private, okay? -Like we always did darling. I answered

He let go of my body

-Do you want to drink something? He asked -No, thank you, I’m okay, hope there’s a mic available for me, because I’m going to sing our duet with you! -Always!

I went to hug Jamie and the rest of the band before coming back to sit next to Damon.

-Also… I need a room where to sleep tonight, unless you’re sharing it with Missy? I murmured -No, you can come with me, and anyway, if it was the case, I would have welcomed you. We just wouldn’t have slept together in the same bed. -And I know we’re not only going to sleep… -Oh no, I’m going to show you how much I missed you. He answered winking at me

Suddenly, the door opened, and a young lady appeared: Missy, and one of her friends.

-It was so fucking good! She said -Yup, totally! Her friend answered -Ah! Here she is, my pride and joy! Damon said getting up -Oh dad, you missed something! -Was it that nice? -I’m sure you would have adored it. -Missy, let me introduce you to someone, it’s… -Oh you’re Y/N! I’ve heard so much about you! I’m so happy to finally meet you! You’re such a great artist and a great friend to my dad! She said before hugging me -I’m so happy to meet you too Missy, you are radiant! -Thank you! -Oh, I’m so happy to be with you all, knowing the awkward meeting I had before finding Emma. -Who was it? Emma asked -Liam fucking Gallagher. -Oh geez! Missy said -He’s actually kinda cool. -Liam is just… being Liam. Damon said -He called you with the nickname he gave you on Twitter. -Dermot O’Blong? Damon asked -Yup. -Oh you know, he hasn’t changed at all. He already did it in the nineties. -He also asked me to tell something to Noel but I’m afraid he could get angry. -He won’t. He’s rather calm. -Well anyway, I met another of my favourite singers, even though he always had this weird position to sing. That’s his signature.

Back at the hotel, Missy and her friend went to their room, and I went in Damon’s with him. Once the door was closed, I was pinned against it, Damon’s lips on mine, kissing me harshly.

Then his lips went to my neck.

-I missed you so, so much… He said -Oh Damon…I missed you too… I answered moaning when he sucked a spot on my skin.

His hand slid on my thigh, and under my dress, rubbing his fingers on my clit through my panties. I whimpered in pleasure.

-Damon please… -What do you want baby girl? He said, still pleasuring me -The bed… -Oh you want me to lay you on the bed? -Yes…and make love to me, please…

He picked me up, throwing my legs around his waist, and headed towards the bed, laying me on it, climbing on top of me, spreading my legs, to put himself in between. He unzipped the zipper in front of my dress, revealing my breasts.

-Surprise! I said chuckling -That’s the kind of surprise I love! He answered before bringing his mouth on one of them, sucking it while swirling his tongue around the sensitive nub.

I moaned, my fingers went tugging at his hair. He moaned as well when I did it. Then he did the same with the other before heading down between my legs, taking my panties off, before licking a long stripe from my clit to my wetness.

A breathy moan escaped my lips. His head started moving quickly, he was devourishing me like his favorite meal.

-Oh…Damon… -Yes baby? He said, lifting his head up to see me Just make love to me please, I want you so bad… -Right now? Without preparing you? -I don’t need to be prepared; I’ve been ready since I left you. But maybe you want me to prepare you? -Nah, I’m goddamn ready too, I’m all yours my love.

We both helped each other to take our clothes off, Damon straddling me again, spreading my legs with his. He placed his tip at my entrance and kissed me. He teased my folds a little bit before pushing in.

We both let a moan out in unison. He let me get adjusted to his size for a minute or two.

-Oh, how I also missed making love to you… He mumbled

He started thrusting in me, adapting an exquisite pace, between slow and fast. It wasn’t fucking, it was really making sweet, passionate love. He was leaving kisses between my lips and my neck. I could hear his pants and breathy moans.

-Dames… I love you… -I love you too baby.

He kept moving inside me, his hands caressing my body, bringing me closer to my climax with each thrust.

I could feel his movements lose their rhythm and get sloppier. We were both close.

My nails went to dig in his back and claw at it as I let out a loud moan.

His thumb went to rub my clit, throwing me over the edge. I didn’t even have the time to tell him I was going to cum. My back arched on the mattress and my walls contracted around him and convulsed.

He let out loud moans and I felt his length throb inside me, releasing his hot cum.

He collapsed on top of me, and I felt him caress my cheek, while I caressed his back, both getting down from our high. I loved this man more than my own life.

-Don’t go again. Stay with me… I really thought I was going to lose you when you were forced to date this other twat. And I can’t lose you, I love too much for that young lady.

-I’m right here, I’m not moving Dames. Not for 3 months. I thought I was going to lose you too. I can’t see my life without you in it. I love you…

#damon albarn #damon albarn smut #damon albarn x reader #damon albarn fanfic #gorillaz #jamie hewlett #dilfdamon #dilf damon albarn

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jicklet · 3 years

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Ted Lasso 2.03 Thoughts

I watched it once last night, these are my idle thoughts after that first impression.

First off: I can see why they meant for this to be the end of a 3-parter!

WE FINALLY MEET NORA. ♥ Of course this is the child someone like Sassy would raise. And of course she's still horribly embarrassed by her mother, despite how cool everyone else thinks Sassy is.

Fascinated by the duality of Sassy, we see her in her off hours, but professionally she's off giving brilliant child psychologist talks at conferences.

(What must it be like to grow up with a child psychologist as a mother? Pros and cons, I imagine.)

QUESTIONS: Rebecca knows Ted and Sassy slept together, everyone present seems to know that she knows. How did this go down.

My favorite scenario: After Rebecca apologized to Ted for hiring him to fail, the next morning over biscuits he blurts it out, not wanting to hide anything from her after she was honest with him. And she cuts him off with "Ted, I already know, Sassy texted me pretty much immediately the morning after." "Oh! Cool. Coolcool." "Yeah she said she had a very nice breakfast." "Oh good!" [super awkward pause] [Ted jumps out of his chair like it's on fire] "ANYWAYS" "YEP GOOD TALK"

(Yes I like this both for Keeley/Roy parallels and because it sounds hilarious)

REBECCA AND ROY, YESSS. They just have such a a great similar vibe, glad we're getting more of them. Nice mutual respect there. Liked the distinction that No, she didn't break up with John just because Roy said she should, but because what he pointed out was right.

We spend so much time with them just being people that I forget that all our characters are technically celebrities, so Nora coming in was really fun in that respect. Her just 0__0 over Sam. Girl same.

Jamie coming in to talk to Keeley because she's the only one (besides Ted, who he's putting on a brave face for) who's ever listened to him...... and her just, dragging him silently across the entire club and depositing him on Dr. Sharon. 😂 Yeahhh Keeley set up boundaries! Similar to her pointing him towards Ted last ep.

She does care about him but she is Not going to be his personal therapist, especially when there is a perfectly fantastic one in the house. If they're going to be friends, be friends, but don't just seek her out when you want something. If anyone is still afraid they'd put these two back together, I'm pretty damn sure they're not. Jamie currently doesn't have anything to offer her.

Keeley has her own office now!! (even though she crashes Rebecca's sometimes.) Shoutout to the giant Roy decal on the wall across from her desk. Love it.

Brief but beautiful check in with Roy confirming he's continued with the pundit job. "Tell us how you really feel, Roy!" "Okay, you're a shit manager." "Not about me!" hahahahahaaaa suck it.

And Sam............ God, this was SUCH a knockout episode for Sam. You know what I appreciate? How they let him be annoyed at Jamie. Sam got a little petty on the pitch! That's not a side of him we've seen before. He's not just sweet Sam who doesn't push back, he's tired of that dude's shit.

Especially with the rest of the team having his back.

They've all bonded! Oof, the contrast between everyone lovingly razzing him over his photoshoot, and Jamie jumping in like Oh I know this game! But he doesn't. You haven't earned the right to play yet.

Oh man when Sam got so excited to share with his parents that he did something great for them... Only for him to run into his dad's disappointment instead! ouch. That hurt.

The insidiousness of how DubaiAir SPECIFICALLY REQUESTED SAM... They knew what they were doing. And when Sam brought up that he wanted to drop out.... I think Keeley and Rebecca were realizing that, they look so horrified. Both of them had just been so excited Sam was getting recognition...

Anyways. Sam with the press, how amazing was he? Immediately taking charge of the narrative. I hope how nice he's been to the press in the past (like at the gala) helps him out here.

And of course Jamie: It had to be something this big to actually get Sam on the road to being cool with him. Not only did he step up to take on the risk alongside Sam, it was him finally saying "I'm not better than you, we're on the same team."

Speaking of what they know they're risking... Rebecca and the rest were just talking about the finances of the club have dropped after relegation, and now they've essentially told their main sponsor to take a hike. I don't want to lose any of our boys, but we'll see what happens with that.

oh man i completely forgot about Led Tasso. I'm sorry I know a lot of you loved it but I was peeking out from behind my blanket with something in the neighborhood of stress and secondhand embarrassment. Just not my cup of tea! The dark glasses were a very nice touch though, as a change from Ted's regular orange ones.

Next week... IT CRISMAS. YESSSS

Look I just rewatched You've Got Mail...... The setup for Ted and Rebecca to unknowingly meet on that dating app is so perfect, please. I wonder how they'd make it a curveball though... I'm thinkin.

OH. HOW THE TEAM WAS CELEBRATING BECAUSE THEY BROKE THEIR STRING OF TIES (WITH.... A LOSS.) I just love them.

I feel like that tumblr post where people are like "IT'S HALLOWEEN" "IT'S JULY"

#Ted lasso spoilers #Ted lasso #V watches Ted lasso #V watches #Today was so long this all just ping ponged through my head all day

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beauvibaby · 4 years

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4 Times He Thought You Were Beautiful + 1 Time He Told You How He Felt

You and Tyler were close, great friends, that’s what you told people, when they asked, and you always brushed off how they would look at you like you sprouted another head. “Y/N?” Tyler spoke, startling you as you focused on the movie, your head snapped towards him, along with Gerry’s who had his resting on your lap. “What?” You asked, blushing when your voice cracked. You had totally gotten sucked into the universe of the movie you were watching and hadn't even realized you started crying along with the main characters. "You alright?" He asked, softly nudging you with his shoulder. You nodded enthusiastically, "it was sad." You pouted, not noticing how his eyes lingered on your lips a little longer than a friends should. "Yeah, I guess." He teased, smiling down at the mop of your hair that was tied up, and now as you leaned into his side it hit him in the face. Tyler dramatically pushed it away, laughing when you whined at the action. "Ouch!" You gasped as he went to move his hand back but his finger was stuck in a small knot. "Oh shit, sorry!" He laughed, quickly figuring out how to get his finger out. He watched as you broke into a fit of giggles, trying to figure out how to fix your hair without it looking too messy. He wished he could tell you that no matter what you did you'd be the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen.

"Y/N, would you stop, you look great." Tyler sighed as you kept adjusting the fabric hanging off your body, "you have to say that, you're the one forcing me to go to this stupid event!" You groaned, turnign to see him watching you. "I don't have to, friends don't lie, remember?" He pointed out, rolling his eyes when you adjusted his tie. "If you don't hurry, we're going to be late!" Jamie shouted down the hall, you jumped away from Tyler as if you were doing something wrong. You hid your blush with you lightly curled hair, scurrying out the door, "you look nice." Jamie complimented as you passed him in the doorway. "Not too bad yourself, Benn." You retorted, smiling as you approached Katie who was doing just like you had been, constantly smoothing out her dress.

"Man, when are you going to tell her?" Jamie quizzed his friend as they slowly walked down the hall towards the two talking ladies. "Soon." Tyler mumbled, "you've been saying that for months." Jamie responded, rolling his eyes, "listen, all I'm saying is if I was in your position with Katie, I'd be damned to let her go out like that and not tell her I was in love with her." "I'm not in love!" "Whatever you say."

The knock on the door made you shoot up, practically running over there as you recognized it as Tyler's knock, you knew he'd ring the doorbell in a second and you didn't want to risk it waking up your finally sleeping 8 week old niece. You were babysitting, and not expecting company, it was only Tyler, he's seen you in worse than this oversized t-shirt and sleeping shorts. But still you hesitated, pushing your minor insecurities aside. "Don't you fucking touch that doorbell." You whisper shouted as you swung the door open, Tyler's hand froze, barely an inch away from the bell. "Uh, hello to you too." He mumbled, he took in your appearance, and his eyes landed a little low on your chest, surprising you. "You got a little something?" He pointed and you looked down turning bright pink as you noticed the spit up on your shirt. "I'm watching Laila tonight, remember, the wedding?" You whispered, stepping aside to let him in. He nodded, mouthing an "ohhh", "I finally get to meet her!" He cheered quietly, you laughed under your breath as he followed you aimlessly into the kitchen, you grabbed a paper towel, wetting it slightly and rubbing at the spit up, Tyler laughed watching you struggle to get it off. "You can go change, she'll be fine, if not I can handle her for a couple of minutes." He assured you, softly padding his way along to the living room where Laila slept soundly on the couch, her soft minky blanket draped over her little body, her arms up over her head. You stopped on your way to your bedroom, watching in awe as he looked down at the baby. She started to whine and your instincts came over you as you rushed over, picking her up before Tyler had time to react. “You didn't even change!” He groaned, arms crossed over his chest, “I can hold her, go.” He demanded, holding his arms out for the small girl. She stopped fussing the second you picked her up, you trusted him of course, but still looked at him with wide worried eyes when you handed her over. He eased your nerves, cradling her with both arms even though he really only needed one. “Go.” Tyler spoke again, sitting on the couch, the baby safely nestled in his chest. You took a mental picture before rushing off to your room to change into a clean shirt.

“Your aunt is something else, isn't she?” Tyler whispered to the small girl, she simply stared up at him, “she really is, you’re gonna love her so much.” He spoke again, glancing over when he heard you coming down the hall. “Our secret.” He winked at the baby, who only gurgled in response. He couldn’t help but think you looked stunning even as you walked back in, basically the same outfit just a clean shirt, your hair a mess, no makeup, and your cheeks just the littlest bit flushed.

Tyler would probably never tell you how he accidentally saw you in your bra and panties, he was impatiently waiting for you to finish getting ready to go out, you had just had another failed date. His treat was always taking you out, whatever you wanted, it was like a tradition, he always wished he’d just tell you how he felt, and then these could be your actual dates. But he wouldn't do it, especially not tonight as he froze in the hardly cracked door, hearing you sniffle, he felt like someone stabbed him straight in the heart, he closed one eye, being able to spot you through the door, you stood in front of your mirror. He watched you turn to the side, sucking your stomach in a little, running your hand over your side. He felt wrong watching you, but he couldn't bring himself to look away, and not because of how little you were wearing, but because he was hoping, praying, that you’d see something positive in yourself. He held his breath as you turned the other way, now facing the door, but you were too absorbed in nit picking your body to notice him. You stood on your tippy toes, adjusting your underwear as if it would make your butt just a little rounder, your hands toying with the straps of your bra, wishing everything sat a little tighter, but it didn't. Thats what you always told yourself, normally you were confident, Tyler had never seen you so unsure of yourself. In his defense he had met you when you were dancing drunkenly on a table in a bar, so you were full of confidence then, and it really set the tone for your friendship. Tyler wanted so badly to bust in there, and tell you how beautiful you were, to him, to anyone with eyes. He couldn't, he didn't, he slowly backed away, making his way to the living room, trying to push his sadness away.

+ 1.

You were rushing down the halls, the sound of your heeled ankle boots sounding like you were slamming them. The words kept playing through your ears, “Number 91 Tyler Seguin, will not be returning to play tonight.” You knew your way around the arena like the back of your hand. The second you heard the words, Katie pushed you to your feet, Jamie meeting your eyes through the glass as you hauled ass, you knew it was a nasty check, head first into the boards, he didn't hop right up and you knew, something really had to be wrong. The security guard knew you so he didn't hesitate to step aside as you went rushing in, “Tyler?” You called softly, not wanting to startle him, he hummed in response, laid on the PT table, an arm over his eyes. “What’s the news?” You whispered, approaching him, lightly running your hand over his arm, he moved to uncover his eyes, blinking to adjust to the lights. “Concussion.” He sighed, you leaned over him slightly, tucking your loose hair behind your ears. “You scared me, Ty.” You admitted, biting the corner of your lip, looking away for a second as he looked up at you with a slightly dazed look. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled, sitting up, you moved out of the way, grabbing his arm to steady him when he swayed a little. “Nice jersey, who got it for you?” He quipped, lightening the mood slowly. He toyed with the loose fabric hanging over your wrists. “Great guy, I think you’d like him.” You teased in return, he gave you a lopsided smile. “Y/N?” He grabbed your hands, and you looked down at them before up at him, “I need to tell you something, before the game is over and the boys ruin our moment.” He got your attention with his words, you frowned when you saw the hesitation in his eyes. You cupped his face for a moment, his hands went to your waist out of instinct. “Tyler, you can tell me anything, I promise.” You assured him, not being able to resist running your thumbs across his cheeks.

He closed his eyes for a moment, “I love you, Y/N.” He whispered, you were happy his eyes were closed as you let a wide grin cover your face. He peaked one eye open to see your reaction, you didn't even have to ask for clarification. You knew what he meant. “I love you too, Tyler.” You laughed softly, easing his nerves. “Can I finally kiss you now?” He smirked, already knowing the answer. He pulled you in by the waist, the fabric of your Seguin jersey getting bunched together. Finally, you thought, finally you were kissing him, it was soft and slow, nothing was rushed it was a simple yet passionate kiss. That of course was interrupted by the boys whistling, “fuck off.” Tyler grumbled, hiding his face in your neck, you laughed softly, kissing the side of his head, you could get used to this. “You’re gorgeous, I’m so lucky.” He whispered, only you being able to hear it as the boys started talking all at once. “Tyler.” You sighed in return, your heart skipping a beat at his words. He shook his head, gripping you a little tighter, wishing he didn't have a concussion, and wishing the guys weren't in here. “I promise, you’re never going to feel like you’re not good enough again.” He leaned back, pressing a quick kiss to your cheeks before the guys could chirp him. Now you hid in his neck, careful not to bump his head with yours. “I know you saw me, a couple weeks ago, I heard you walking away from the door.” You whispered to him, he tensed slightly, “I’m sorry.” He admitted, you chastely kissed the skin of his neck. “It’s alright.” You assured him, “you just had to get a damn concussion tonight.” You added teasingly, “believe me, I’m angrier about it than you are.” He sighed, “you’ll just have to make it up to me, Seguin. The second you get cleared.” You smirked, getting a confidence boost when he gripped you a little tighter. “You can count on that, baby.”

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#imagine #imagines #tyler seguin imagine #tyler seguin imagines #tyler seguin fluff #nhl writing #dallas stars #nhl dallas stars

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revisitingstoneybrook · 2 years

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Kristy’s Big Day: Chapter 13

FINALLY, the wedding is here! And Morbidda Destiny scares the shit out of Karen. Good.

Nannie shows up and helps Elizabeth pack for the honeymoon, then they head out to the hair salon. Aw, Kristy doesn't get to have her hair done too? They come back and Nannie has everyone eat something. Kristy then goes to get changed - yes, Nannie finished two dresses in time for the ceremony. Because everything works out perfectly in Stoneybrook.

Kristy invites Mary Anne over to help her get dressed and after she gets the dress on, she puts on stockings (in June?) and her high heels. Kristy's excited and starts panicking about tripping. No, not the tripping Sharon is familiar with.

Anyway, Nannie drives them all to Watson's in the Pink Clinker. and they go off into one of the many rooms in the MANSION to finish getting ready. Karen's skipping around the room, singing about her magic flower petals. Elizabeth worries she'll wear herself out (wouldn’t you want that instead of a hyper Karen), then Kristy remembers the “something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue” thing. Thankfully, Elizabeth's already got it covered and lets everyone know that she's wearing blue underwear. TMI! Though...didn't Dawn go through this with her mom in #30 and Sharon told her that her underwear was new? Way to go with recycling ideas, AMM!

The wedding party lines up on the patio of the MANSION, and Kristy is surprised to see Charlie and Sam in tuxes and “looking handsome and solemn and somehow not much like my big brothers.” Kristy says the yard looks beautiful, with lots of garland and flowers. So I guess a bunch of people can throw together a decent-looking wedding in a week! Or, at least, in Stoneybrook they can. Instead of wondering where all the flowers came from, Kristy says everything would be perfect, if it wasn't for the sight of Morbidda Destiny's house in the background. Hold that thought.

Kristy's next and she walks down the aisle slowly, holding her bouquet of flowers. And when she sees Mary Anne and Claudia, she almost cries. Not Stacey or Dawn though, ouch. She gets to the end and turns around to see Karen happily walking down the aisle in front of Charlie and Elizabeth. “No stage fright for her,” Kristy observes. Of course Little Miss Look at Me, Look at Me, Look at Meeeeee wouldn't have a problem being flower girl with all eyes on her! You should know that, Kristy!

We’re thankfully spared the details of the wedding. Oh, except JAMIE FUCKING NEWTON IS THERE AND CALLS OUT “HI-HI!” DURING THE WEDDING! I guess since they’re neighbors, they’re close? Or did his parents dump him and Lucy on the babysitters again? Geez, next we're going to find out the Pikes and Barretts are there too.

As the ceremony finishes up, Kristy notices Stacey pointing frantically at her. Oh shit, her dress tore as she was walking down and everyone can see her slip! It's that Time of the Month! Wait, no. That wouldn't be in a BSC book. Kristy realizes Stacey isn't pointing at her, she's pointing at Karen, who's staring terrified at something behind them. What, is Sharon's trying to smoke Watson's plants?

No, Morbidda Destiny crashed the wedding! Karen screams but it gets drowned out by applause because it happens right when Watson the Millionaire and Elizabeth kiss.

Kristy herself is also scared of Morbidda Destiny, “in full black dress, with her snapping eyes and her frazzly, witchy hair.” Karen wails that the magics are going to crash. I hope they do right on you, Karen. Shut up.

Unfazed, Morbidda Destiny offers Watson the Millionaire and Elizabeth a wedding gift and Karen screams for her dad not to take it because it's a wedding spell. Watson the Millionaire accepts it and covers Karen's mouth so she’ll stop screaming. He invites Morbidda Destiny to stay for the reception and Karen bites his hand. She does stay and Karen hides in the house until she leaves.

We never find out what the gift was. Maybe it was a magical spell to make Karen stop being so annoying but they never got around to finding out how to use it. Apparently in Karen’s Book, when she recounts the wedding from her point of view, the gift is revealed but I never read that one.

Later, the caterer wheels the cake out and Kristy says tears spring to her eyes when Elizabeth and Watson cut the first piece together and eat it with their wrists intertwined. Is this the first time Kristy cried in a BSC book? So she is human after all and not a dictator bent on taking over the world. She reflects on the two families coming together and gets one of her patented Great Ideas about what to do for a present. And with that, the subplot that went nowhere finally ends.

#kristy thomas #kristy's big day #bsc #babysitters club #snark

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tomdiddlyumptious · 3 years

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T.H| YOU TORE ME APARTTTT

Summary: this is only like a real quick because I had writers block

Warnings! Language, kids, and shit like that

A/n: them Medea movies used to smack

You stood in your shared kitchen, dancing while you stirred the gumbo you made for your family, the one and only Mary j Blige playing, your favorite song ‘My Life’ playing as the kids were silent watching you as your little princess tried to dance like you.

“Look mommy I’m doing it!” “No you aren’t” Wesley said, mugging his sister Oliver. “Don’t be like that Wes, you keep practicing Oliver, you’re doing great” you smile looking back at her, Wesley still watching her as he felt second hand embarrassment “how about...you come and taste this” you grab the ladle and grab a small thing of the food and bring it to him, “blow it” you say, holding your hand under the ladle, he blowed it off and took it, “mmmm!” He smiled at you, Oliver still trying to practice the moves. “Mommy is the best cooker” Wesley said and Oliver agreed, “of course she is! Better then daddy at least” you let out a “pfft” and started laughing “you a lil bully oli” “he doesn’t know how to cook!” “He knows how to cook, he just doesn’t know his seasons yet honey”

“You should teach him!” “Teach him what Wes?” Tom said, coming in the house and eyeing his son as he shut the door. “How to cook!” “Ouch who said I don’t know how to cook?” He asked, Oliver and Wesley looked at each other before pointing at you “mommy!” Tom fake gasped as he walked into the kitchen “mommy did it?” They both aggressively nodded their head. “No I didn’t!” You giggled turning around and added just a little bit spice, he came behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder. “Smells good” “it tastes good” he chuckled and pursed his lips to give you a kiss on the cheek, then you turned your head to give him a lip one.

“Yay!” “ew” Wesley stuck out his tongue as Oliver clapped. “Mommy and daddy are in loveee” she became googly eyed. “That’s naty” he shook his head in disgust. You and Tom laughed and pressed each other’s lips together again. He danced and pressed himself up against you “ya know, it could be mommy and daddy time” he whispered. “It’s Christmas, it’s actually children time” you both looked back at Oliver and Wesley who sat there playing Rock Paper Scissors. “How about we watch a movie” Tom said to the kids. “Yeah! And no Medea mom” Oliver said making you laugh. “Medea is a classic! I used to watch it all the time in the holidays, or anytime for that matter” you shrugged, “yes Medea!” Wes said.

“How about we like play the grinch or something” Tom asked, sneakily tickling you and you smacked your lips at him trying to get out of his grip. “How about you take a shower so we can have our matching pajamas” you suggested. “No! Medea Medea Medea it is!” Oliver said, hoping out of her seat and jumping on the couch and Wes did a ‘Ching Ching’ and went to the couch and plopped down. “Your stinky Oliver!” You shouted over the music. “No!” She shouted back, she’s actually scared of the water, absolutely terrified. Tom kissed your neck and you smiled “go play the movie Tom, I’m gonna take a shower” “without me?” “Thomas” you sighed, “whatttttt, I just wanna see my wife’s body, is that bad?” He whispered. “No it’s not, just go play that movie and I’ll get us situated”

You and Wes matched in the dark green pajamas while Tom and Oliver wore the red, all watching the grinch as you were leaning on Tom half asleep, Oliver and Wes to invested in the movie while Tom was watching you slowly fall asleep.

The doorbell startled you as you jumped making Tom laugh and stand up, “I got it” he kissed your forehead and put the thick weighted blanket ontop of you, “thank you” you stuck your lips up for a lazy kiss which he took happily. Tom walked over to the door, opening it revealing “mum?” He said more of a question then a statement. “You thought it was gonna be Christmas without us?” “Or us?” In the back ground stood your mom and dad, your older brother and other siblings.

“So much for mommy and daddy time” he muttered. “Y/ns asleep” “that’s a surprise” your older brother said (let’s call him jamie). Harry and Sam held the bags of presents and Tom helped jamie. “She cooked gumbo?” Your mom (let’s call her...Angela) whispered, putting the macoroni in the oven.

Jamie plopped down next to you as you were knocked out, he smiled and joked to himself and he clamped his fingers over your nose, making your eyes go wide as you slapped whosever hand away. “Prick” you muttered as he laughed again, you sighed “why are you in my house” “that’s so inviting y/n” “shut up James” “not my name” “similar”

Sam and jamie set up the presents and the kids were gonna be really happy this year, you and your mom chatted as you had to continuesly look at your dad socializing with Tom. “Baby would you stop! He has nothing against him” Angela muttered. “I know but dad can be mean sometimes” “well he has nothing to be mad for” her lips in a tight manner as she glared at you, you sighed and playfully rolled your eyes which she smiled at. “He misses you” she adds. “I don’t believe it” “yeah because you’ve both havent talked to each other for years” “that’s not true” “well it seems like it! He loves you girl” niki made her way into the kitchen “alright grown folks bisnuess ” “mom I’m litterally 22” “and just 5 years ago you were a minor” you groaned and threw a fit, draping your feet as you left the kitchen and into the livingroom, Sam and Harry playing with the kids as you placed the weighted blanket back on yourself.

By time it was dinner, you and Tom thanked each other mentally for the buying the large table. You and your family sat mixed, Tom and your mom of course sitting next to you. Wine glasses and glasses of juice being clanked together, laughing at childhood stories that you dad told, Tom giving you kisses on the forehead and holding your hand.

After the kids opened up the presents you all collected each other’s presents, you got body mists and some clothes and a bracelet, you made everyone a large gift bag, niki and your mom with purses, dresses and gift cards, you bought your dad a Rolex and keys for a new car, you just went all out this time.

“Mommy daddy time?” Tom asked, watching as you were in the desk, wearing lingerie. You turned your body towards him and took off your glasses. “Yes, mommy daddy time” you stood up and walked over to the bed, and then just stopped infront of it. Tom raised his eyebrows at you before you started dramatically dancing. “Jingle bell jingle bell jingle bell rock” you sung, doing body rolls as he cringed. You turned to the side and popped your back out, placing your hands on your knees. “Stop” he genuinely asked. “No you wanted mommy and daddy time right? What bright time it’s the right to rock the night away” you hit the whip and did the nae nae, “y/n stop” “that’s the jingle bell rock!” You climbed on the bed and sat on his lap, pressing yourself on him as you continued to sing, he gripped your ass “that’s the jingle bell rockkkkkkk!” You shook him and he scrunched his face trying to stay stiff.

“Pleaseeee be serious!” He glared at you. “LAST CHRISTMAS I GAVE YOU MY HEARTTT THE VERY NEXT DAY-“ he cut you off by putting his lips on yours while flipping you over, laughing as he went down to kiss your neck “THIS YEARR TO SAVE ME FROM TEARS-“ “y/n shut up!” He laughed and you smiled, “fine, get to work Santa” “don’t even” “ho ho ho” “your a ho ho ho” “get off me Thomas” “wait-“

Let’s say bells weren’t the only thing that jingled 🤭😳

#tom holland x reader #tom holland x black!reader #tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland fanfic #tom holland au #dad!tom

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theprinceofflies · 3 years

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Proposal (danti)

Requests are still open. The title is a bit deciveing. Sorry.

Warnings: implied smut, cursing.

Ships: Darkiplier/Antisepticeye, Wilford Warfstache/Jameson Jackson.

Words: 1578

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“Jameson please come in,” Dark said and gestured to the seat in front of him.

Jameson nodded and sat in the chair, tilting his head at Dark. “Now you’re probably wondering why I asked you here.”

Jameson nodded and glanced away. “I have a proposal I think would be beneficial to both of us.”

The mute blinked at him and gestured for him to continue. “It’s about Wilford.”

‘I’m listening.’

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“Hi Dark!” Anti whispered.

Dark sighed and turned around. Anti was standing on the ceiling grinning. “How is tall, dark and handsome?”

Dark rolled his eyes. “I’m fine,” he said walking away from Anti.

“So I was thinking-”

Dark turned to glare at him. “Whatever you are on about please save it. I already have plans.”

Anti frowned. “You aren’t gonna hole yourself up in your office doing paperwork are you?”

“Actually I have a date.”

Anti lost his balance and fell off the ceiling. He quickly stood back up and grabbed Dark’s arm. “What?”

“Why are you acting so surprised? As you said I have a winning personality.” Dark said, smirking at Anti.

Anti gaped at him as he left the room. He growled lowly and glitched away, claws and fangs on full display.

~-~-~-~-~

Anti tapped his claws on the table and growled. Wilford walked into the library and sat next to him, putting his head on the table. Anti raised an eyebrow. “The fuck happened to you?”

“Jameson has a date.”

Anti sucked in a breath. “Ouch. I thought you two were, well you know.”

“I wish.”

“If it makes you feel better, Dark has a date as well,” Anti said, glitching violently.

They sat in silence for a moment and then Wilford sat up quickly. “They aren’t,” he whispered.

They stared at each other, eyes wide in horror. “No,” they whispered together.

“My Jamesy with him?”

“He isn’t yours, Will,” Anti growled.

“Dark isn’t yours either,” Wilford said pointing at the glitch.

Anti hugged himself tightly, claws digging into his skin. “I know.”

They looked away from each other. “We need to do something.”

“Do we? Aren’t they happy? Not being with us?” Wilford mumbled.

“Quite feeling fucking sorry for yourself.” Anti hissed hopping out of his chair and crossed over to the other side of the table. “Jameson obviously likes you and Darks well,” Anti glitched, “he belongs with me. Doesn’t he?”

Wilford nodded. “I give ‘em a week,” he said waving at nothing.

“So we wait? They break up and we swoop in to help with the heartbreak.” Anti asked.

Wilford clapped his hands together. “Yeah, that’s the plan. We wait until that happens. Like I said, it should be a week.”

Anti nodded and smiled. “We wait.”

~-~-~-~-~

“Would I need to kiss you?” Dark asked.

Jameson shook his head. ‘I’m not kissing you.’

Dark nodded and looked back at the paperwork. “How long do you think it will take them.”

Jameson wrote down something on the paper in front of him. ‘A week at most. Wilford is awful with patience.’

“He is. Anti is almost as bad with it. What do you think their approach will be?”

Jameson blushed. ‘I can’t speak for Anti but I so believe Wilford has his ways to change my mind about our relationship.’

Dark chuckled. “I do feel sorry for your legs.” Jameson’s blush darkened and he shook his head. “I believe Anti might try the same. Though I do believe we will get more things cleared up than you and my dear brother.”

‘Wilford has never been one to talk out his problems,’ Jameson signed.

“You are correct on that.”

‘Do you believe they have found out already?’ Jameson asked

“Our plan? No. That we are at the moment together? Yes.” Dark said.

‘I should expect Wilford at my door tonight then.’

Dark laughed and nodded. ‘You’ll need to sign these,’ Jameson signed and moved some papers to the side.

“Thanks for helping me with paperwork Jameson.”

‘My pleasure.’

~-~-~-~-~

A week had gone by. Of course, there was a reason. The septiceyes had been called away for an emergency. The week had been uneventful for Dark except for Wilford avoiding him and glaring at him when he got close.

“Anti it is nice to see you back.” Dark greeted Anti at the door with a smile. He had missed Anti. A lot more than he would have liked to admit.

Anti turned and looked at him. “Save it,” he growled.

Dark rolled his eyes. “If you could not be a brat for onc-”

“Shut up!”

Anti glitched widely, his hands turning to claws. Someone coughed and the demons turned to see Wilford. “Has anyone seen Jamie?” he asked.

Dark nodded. “He’s in my office.”

Wilford’s smile vanished. “Oh,” he whispered and walked away.

Anti glared at Dark again and glitched away. Dark was left with the other egos staring at him and whispering to themselves. He sighed and walked to his office.

~-~-~-~-~

Jameson sat across from Dark, reading a book. “Wilford asked for you,” Dark said.

Jameson perked up and peered over his book. “He seemed very disappointed when I told him where you were.”

‘Oh dear, I hope he is okay.’

“I’m sure he will be fine.”

‘How is Anti?’

Dark rubbed the bridge of his nose. “I worry for him. He seems very upset. This has confirmed my suspicions that he is in love with me.”

Jameson tilted his head. ‘Do you love him?’

“Very much so.”

Jameson nodded. “Give them another week. I’m sure they’ll make their move soon.”

~-~-~-~-~

They hadn't made their move. Dark grew more agitated as Anti had become a major problem, taking out his frustrations on humans. Dark had to do more paperwork than normal. It would be bearable if Jameson was able to help him but the poor mute was losing it. Wilford had started avoiding him. It had been three weeks since the dapper men had spoken. Dark had begun to worry that their plan wasn't as full proof as they thought.

~-~-~-~-~

“One more week,” Dark said. “One more week and then we stop.”

Jameson nodded and hugged himself tightly. ‘I do apologize for being a burden.’

“You are not a burden Jameson. I should have expected Wilford to do this.”

Jameson nodded again and closed his eyes. “One more week.”

~-~-~-~-~

“I feel as if my life is in danger,” Dark said and looked between Anti and Wilford.

The three had a meeting every month. Dark hadn't expected their act to last this long.

Wilford glared at him with pure rage and Dark could tell his hand was hovering over his gun. Anti just looked plain hurt. “Just get on with the meeting,” Anti whispered.

“I don’t believe there is much to talk about. It seems only three of the egos have a problem.”

“Who?”

“Well, you and Wilford first of all and Jameson.”

Wilford blinked quickly. “What's wrong with my bluejay?”

Dark ignored the nickname. “It seems he has locked himself in his room. I haven't seen him in three days. He seemed distressed.”

“What the fuck did you do to him.”

“Nothing. He was upset you were avoiding him.”

Wilford looked away. “You know what I’m sick of this!” Anti shouted and slammed his hands down on the table. “You don’t belong with him! He belongs with Wilford and you just.” Anti phased in and out of reality before glitching away.

Wilford shook his head and vanished in a puff of pink smoke. Dark sighed. “Oh thank god.”

Finally, they were getting somewhere. After three weeks and five days, they were getting somewhere.

~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~

“We need to do something,” Anti growled and paced back and forth.

Wilford fidgeted with his bowtie. “But what I mean I don’t want to hurt my bluebell.”

Anti growled. “You are what he needs right now. Not fucking Dark! Besides, Darks stressed. I’m the one who helps him with that. I mean have either of them looked happy.”

Wilford shook his head. “Dark’s is not very affectionate but he is a little bit. There is nothing there. I just.”

Anti glitched widely again. Wilford raised an eyebrow. “You should probably go talk to him. You seem stressed as well.”

“I'll go see him if you see Jameson.”

“Deal.”

~-~-~-~-~

Dark jumped when his door slammed open. “Anti hel-”

“Zip it.”

Dark shut his mouth quickly. Anti slammed the door and walked over to Dark. He grabbed him by the tie and kissed him. Dark kissed back eagerly and pulled him closer. “Finally,” he muttered.

“What?”

“It's almost been a month and you finally got the hint.”

“What?”

“Me and Jameson. We got tired of waiting. Decided to make you jealous.” Dark whispered between kisses.

Anti growled. “You bitch!”

“You can yell at me later.” Dark paused. “Or now I would love to hear you yell my name.”

Anti hissed and grabbed Darks wrists. “How dare you.”

“You were the oblivious one.”

“You dated my brother!”

“We knew it would make you jealous.”

Anti glitched violently and shoved Dark backward. Dark hit the floor and blinked up at Aunt who was now straddling his waist. “Fuck you.”

Dark smiled. “Go ahead.”

Anti snorted. “Ok that was cute.”

“I’m cute?”

“Don’t push it. I’m still upset.”

“I’m sorry.” Dark whispered.

“Good now finish what you started.” Anti hissed and kissed Dark.

Dark pulled him closer. “I love you,” he whispered against the glitched lips.

“I love you too now fuck me.”

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