#press the eject and give me the tape

[eyesaremosa1cs]

[violetbudd]

[the-new-hip-priest]

Bauhaus // In The Flat Field Filmed at the Old Vic Theatre and released on Press The Eject And Give Me The Tape [1982] Recorded by Chris Collins for Standard Pictures

[ravennazane]

White on white translucent black capes Back on the rack Bela Lugosi's dead

[duranduratulsa]

Watch "Bela Lugosi's Dead (Official Version)" on YouTube

Spooktober song of the day: Bela Lugosi's Dead by The Bauhaus (1982) from Press The Eject And Give Me The Tape #thebauhaus #belalugosisdead #presstheejectandgivemethetape #80s #spooktober #halloween #october

[candont]

[adviceformefromme]

Stop obsessing over him…

While it might seem fun to fantasise about a man, to think about him non-stop, to imagine your life together what you’re actually doing is sending a very strong signal to the universe that energetically ‘I come second’. While this might sound extreme, hear me out... Your thoughts are no longer your own because you are thinking about him. You can’t focus on you because you are thinking about him. All of a sudden everything is about him. You wake up, you take a shower. Lost in the fantasy...He might be a man you’re talking to, dating, fucking, whatever the case my be. Obsessing over a man in thought is never something you should get comfortable with, giving your precious energy away to moments that will ….most likely never happen. And what for? What about thinking about you. Your dreams, passions? The vision for your day? You only have so much mental capacity each day. And getting lost in the fantasy is not the answer.

Create no fantasy of him. This is your lesson. Press pause. Literally press fucking pause. Eject the tape. Throw it out the window. This is YOUR movie. You get to take centre stage. You no longer have to play second to mentally overthinking men. 

Start choosing you. But you have to choose you in thought first and foremost. You can’t come second in thought. Your thinking has to be on you, about you. You can’t come second mentally because a man who is not your man is taking centre stage in your mind. Your thinking space is prime real estate. It needs YOU. YOU need to own that domain. Not think it’s cute to imagine the future, get all giddy and love sick. No. No no no. Bring it back to you. Your job now is to remain focused on you. That is it. Remain focused of you. Let go. Just let go. 

Is this message clear enough for you. Do you understand now how harmful it is to make a man first priority in your mind? 

Give yourself some grace. Clean your room and get back to you. Focusing on you. Energising you. It’s a process, but the shift can be instant..all of a sudden one day you just say no. No to allowing a man to take up the domain of your mind. And just like that you can switch off that light in your mind that gets excited to overthink a man. Say no. Pray. Ask for a miracle. Call on angels. This is truly serious because focusing on you, and remaining in your centre is how you win in this life. 

[blood-powered-radio]

https://youtu.be/OKRJfIPiJGY

Bauhaus - Bela Lugosi’s Dead

off the album Press Eject and Give Me the Tape, 1982

[heartfullofleeches]

cue that one extra special fan service episode of clown reader on a bed all seductive like

The scene opens on you sitting with you legs beneath you on the bed; plucking the petals of a rose and adding to the collage of them cascaded cross the sheets. You wear a satin robe over your normal attire; hair brushed from hiding your face and makeup freshly done. Candles cast the room in a dim glow - a smile of mild surprise painted over your face as you look towards the camera.

"Oh- Hello there. As you can see, today's show is a little different than usual. I've enjoyed our time together so much and I'm sure you have too...."

You lay out of the bed chest first on the bed, legs in the air and the robe dipping off your left shoulder.

"But I think it's time we have a different kind of fun together."

The recording stops as you press pause. You sit between two standing figures in an empty meeting room; both going without a word as you smile up at them cheerful as ever. What an exciting experience this was. There was planned to be a meeting later on to talk about this with the rest of the crew, but you had to show these two first as they were your closest friends on the team.

"What do you guys think? Funny, right? The executives thought it would be a good idea with the recent crowd we've had for whatever reason"

They finally look at you. To your left was your body guard, and your right the actor of the show your character originally starred in. Both struggle to hide their true feelings about the production; your body guard coughing into their fist to excuse the flush across their face and your fellow actor looking back at the screen - hand inching towards the eject button on the DVD player. The former is the first to speak, slapping the others hand away.

"As your bodyguard, it's not my place to say anything, but as your friend and some who cares about you on another left - give me every single copy of this tape without asking any questions."

The tape magically still appears somewhere online - remaining the talk of your fan base for months. Even if all you end up doing is a few card tricks.

[vinylrecordspleasures]

Bauhaus – Press The Eject And Give Me The Tape

[turtletimewriting]

Very Late Tickletober Day 7: Flustered

Summary: Raph sees Leo acting funny around a certain scene of Space Heroes.

Note: Now don't tell anyone this........ but this is indeed a tickle fic. Lee Leo and Ler Raph.

._._.

It came out of nowhere and that was the only reason why Raph even noticed it. If Leo knew how to chill out and not react even slightly then he wouldn't have looked over. But instead, Leo was happily slouched back and watching his dumb sci-fi show.

Until he suddenly shot up like someone had set fire to his shell, blushing bright red and slamming the pause button.

"Uhh, you okay there, Fearless?"

"What? Oh yeah! Totally fine. Yep! Go back to your reading," Leo practically sang as he... fiddled with the remote controller. Not actually pressing any of the buttons or even looking at the tv screen.

Raph of course then put down his comic. Looking at the screen revealed nothing. It was the usual Dorkface's team looking shocked at a bunch of aliens carrying these neon pink guns.

Leo kept awkwardly messing with the controller, not looking up.

"You can press play, y'know?"

"I know!" Leo whined as if they were ten years old again.

"Then why don't you?"

"This episode sucks anyway." Leo absolutely failed at keeping that lighthearted as he went to pop out the video.

And what kind of brother would he be if he didn't then immediately pounce on that.

"Woah, woah! Slow your horses there. An episode of this show you don't like?" Raph grabbed Leo's arm before he could eject anything.

"Yeah, so what?" Leo weakly said.

"Well then I have to see this. episode" Raph pulled them back into the sofa and snatched the controller from his unsuspecting grip.

The noise that erupted from Leo was something he would only expect from Mikey. A manic whinge as Leo cried out his name and instantly scrabbled for the controller again.

"Give it back! It's just a bad episode!"

"And I want to watch it!"

"No you don't! Raph stop being childish!"

"Childish! Me, being childish? Look in the mirror, babynardo!"

"Raph!"

"Leo!"

"Quit it!" Leo suddenly hardened and pulled out his ninja moves to start actually pinning him down. Luckily, Raph was also a trained ninja. He threw Leo's weight away from him and managed to stab at the right button on the controller.

The episode continued and Leo let out an inhuman screech. Leo thrashed around and tried to snatch back the controller but Raph kept a tight grasp.

Captain Ryan stood boldly before the aliens and ignored the other guy yelling about how dangerous the weapons the aliens were carrying were. The aliens didn't care about whatever the Captain was prattling on about- which Raph could relate to.

It was like every second that the episode played, Leo got more frantic in stopping Raph. He had long since given up on getting back the controller and was now grabbing at Raph's head to force him to look away.

But Raph battled back. His mask was getting in the way since Leo was twisting it but he still saw the scene clear as day.

The ray guns blasted a streak of pink lightning which engulfed the Captain. Only for him to fall to the floor giggling. The aliens had tickle guns. The silted awkward animation didn't really capture the act very well. The tickling only lasted a few seconds before the aliens then ran away. Not even a full ten seconds.

Raph was smirking wildly as he turned to look at Leo. He had withdrawn away from him and was hiding his bright red face in his hands.

Raph paused the tv to really hammer home how embarrassing this must be for Leo. "Really?"

"Shut up Raph!"

"Aww, is the baby too embarrassed about the tickling? Does the baby feel weird seeing his hero being tickled? The guy who kins being tickled!" Raph cooed obnoxiously.

"Raph!" Leo leapt up and slapped a hand over his mouth.

Raph laughed triumphantly and grabbed the controller again, quickly rewinding the tape. "Aww, do you wanna watch the scene in 4D An immersive viewing?" Raph would've delighted in watching his older brother squirm all over again at the scene but he had to watch and time it carefully.

The aliens came through the doors. They held up their guns. The characters reacted.

And the second the pink lightning hit Captain Ryan, Raph launched and started squeezing Leo's sides.

"RAHAHAHAHAPH!" Leo exploded.

"Oh no Captain Ryan!" Raph put on his stupidest voice yet to truly capture the spirit of the character, "The tickle rays! They're attacking you!"

Leo at this point was just trying to run away. But Raph pulled him into his lap by his shell and scribbed his fingers all across his stomach.

Despite the tickle scene itself only lasting a few seconds, Raph made sure to really capture what it must've felt like for the captain to be tickled like that.

[voxmortuus]

omg forgive me if this is stupid, but imagine the reader and alexi are left alone because hopper, joyce and murray left them at murray’s place as they went to take care of things, so the reader looks through the movies and sees [insert sexual movie] and they end up watching it together and even though they can’t communicate properly cause alexi speaks little to no english the one thing they can agree on is that they’re both unbelievable horny and smut ensues

I can't even with how cute this request is! I am so glad you came to me for this request!!! I hope you like it!!! Alexei deserved so much better!!! He is the softest bean ever!!!

PAIRING: Dr. Alexei x Fem!Reader

UNIVERSE: Stranger Things

WORDS: 1k

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS BLOG OR POST THANK YOU! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!

SUMMARY/PROMPT: See Above.

Trigger Warning(s): TBD | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this…

NOTE: Sorry if this isn't what you expected, I'm hoping this finds you well love!

IMAGE CREDIT: Google I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP OF THESE IMAGES. If these are yours or you know who the creator(s) is please INBOX me and let me know. Thank you.

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Clicking your tongue against your teeth, licking your lips, your fingers tap against your legs looking around Murray's home. You have no idea what to do, and here with Alexei let's face it, conversation just isn't happening. Letting out a loaded breath you look around. Taking a seat on the couch next to him you look at the TV as he flips through channels. Admittingly, you find him adorable, in that nerdy way. Maybe it was because you felt like you were going to die, and he was that last man on Earth kind of feeling. Shaking your head you let out another loaded breath. 

Pushing yourself up from the couch you get an idea, looking over your shoulder you chuckle. "Hey, Alexei? Wanna help me find a movie? Video?" you ask him holding up a movie kinda hoping he will understand. 

With a grin on his face he nods, standing up, he places his strawberry Slurpee on the table and makes his way over to you, and looks over the various VHS tapes. He chose an unmarked video, you went to stop him but it was too late. He sits down and picks up the remote control and presses play.

Patting the spot next to him insisting you sit with him, you give a nervous smile and sit, almost afraid as to what will play on the screen. You watch and it's cartoons that were recorded on the television. You chuckle looking at him as he watches in almost nothing but concentration on the screen. But there was one that caught your eye. Biting your lip you stand up and make your way to the videos again and pull out Love Bites. 

Clearing your throat you tuck some hair behind your ear and look over his face a moment after catching his attention and smile. "Alexei, I was thinking something more adult..." You take the remote from his hands and place it on the TV. You eject the tape of cartoons and replace it with the adult film. Fast-forwarding through previews and other various content, you get to the start of the film. 

Making your way back to take your place next to him, you sit, placing your hands in your lap fidgeting a bit. The film starts playing the music and it catches his attention, a smirk spreads across his face and he begins watching intently. He looks back at you and then at the screen again. A smile forms across your lips. He scoots closer to the edge of his seat watching intently. 

Licking your lips, you feel yourself getting tingly against your skin, feeling your nipples react. Biting your lip you press your thighs together feeling the pressure against your bud you rub them together slightly. Alexei sits back and you place your hand on his thigh and he looks at you and smiles. Pulling your hand he places it on him to show you that he was rather excited. Licking your lips you let out a shaky breath. 

Taking his hand you place it on your breast and he smiles even wider. He moves in to kiss you, and you run your fingers through his dark curly hair. Letting out a soft moan you begin to rub him against his pants but he needed more, you both did. He moves you to straddle him. Grinding your hips against his bulge you let out a soft whimper as his hands slip under your shirt and unhooks your bra pulling both your shirt and bra from you and tossing them behind him like yesterday's trash, he kisses your swollen perky breasts. 

With a soft whimper you stand up, stripping your pants and panties, you stand there, fully exposed in front of him, and bite your lip. He unbuckles his belt, moves his pants down and grabs at your hips, and pulls you onto his lap. He slowly slides you down on top of him and you both let out a soft groan. Your fingers play at the nape of his neck, as you ease yourself on him you feel him begin to fill you with his length and width. You tremble and your walls clench around him. 

His hands move to your hips as he watches the TV, almost as if getting ideas, you chuckle softly and look down at him and take his face and focus it on yours as you begin to slowly move against him. Your body moving up and down, gripping him as you go up, and pushing as you go down, feeling that pressure against your walls. You drop your head back a bit and let out a soft moan. His hands grip at your waist as he nods his head and helps you pick up your pace a bit more. 

Your breasts bounce in his face as he smiles watching them, enjoying them. He leans forward taking a nipple between his lips as he begins to suckle at it. Your skin is sensitive and you let out a louder moan. As his hands grip your waist you whimper softly as he helps guide you a little quicker. His groans fueled your moans. 

"Fuck. You feel good." You whimper softly. 

Nodding his head he moves to lay you down on the couch and he pulls from you stripping down himself he lowers himself between your legs slipping himself back inside as he begins to thrust with a harder thrust. Hearing the moans from you, the moans from the TV fueled both of you. As his thrusts picked up his hands explored your body. It was like he was committing every inch of you to memory. 

As he picks up his pace, you match his, wrapping your arms around his, your nails dragging across his back. With a growl, he presses into you harder, faster. Pressure's building for both of you as you begin to feel your legs shake, his breath on your neck as mutters in your ear, not like you understand, but you get a general idea, your entire body trembles as you let out a heavy scream and he pushes himself into you deeply and releases his own finish. 

Taking a moment, both of you panting, you both look at each other and chuckle, he gets behind you on the couch and wraps his arm around you as you both continue to watch the video. After nothing but thirty minutes, he looks down at you and brushes your hair from your face and chuckles, muttering one English word. 

"Again?"

[ofstoriesandstardust]

ya got the makings of greatness in ya

or: Maverick gives Rebel some guidance after she almost loses her wingman. 

like father, like daughter masterlist

warnings: brief mentions of injuries, emergency ejections, Naval inaccuracies, I stole dialogue from Treasure Planet sorry Disney, this came to me in a dream, unedited

word count: 1.3k

“they can’t see me but I’m still here”

The flickering movement of the animated figures on the screen is obscured by the real-life figure of your godfather appearing in front of you. You glance up from the TV to catch his tired face, concern etched into his eyes. 

"I’m headed out for the night kiddo.” 

You look away from his eyes and back to the screen, Jim’s Theme floating through the living room. “Goodnight.”

He sighs, leaning over to press a kiss to your head before letting his hand trail down the side of your cheek, thumb ghosting over the gash that’s held together by medical tape. “Good to have you home.” 

He stands up, the TV screen becoming clear again as he exits the house, the door shutting quietly behind him. 

Your Dad sighs from his post, leaning against the wall by the door that connects the living room to the kitchen before taking a few steps towards the couch, sitting down quietly next to you. 

The movie continues on as Mr. Arrow is lost to the supernova, Jim getting blamed for his death. 

“It weren’t your fault, you know.” 

You force yourself to keep your eyes on the screen, even as you feel your Dad turn his attention towards you. 

“Look, don’t you get it? I screwed up! I mean for two seconds, I thought that maybe I could do something right!” 

Your Dad shifts on the couch, reaching for the remote sitting opposite you, but you stop him, not looking away from the screen. “Don’t.” You whisper. “I want to watch this part.” 

“Okay.” He says softly, shifting back into his original position. 

“Now, you listen to me, James Hawkins. You got the makings of greatness in ya, but you gotta take the helm and chart your own course. Stick to it, no matter the squalls.” 

You take a shaky breath, eyes stinging with tears as the words wash over you. 

“And when the time comes, you get the chance to really test the cut of your sails and show what you’re made of, well, I hope I’m there, catching some of the light coming off of you that day.” 

Your Dad reaches for the remote again, silencing the TV as you reach up to wipe away one of the tears burning its way down your cheek. 

“It’s not your fault.” He whispers. 

You shake your head. “It is.” 

He sighs, reaching out for you. “Honey-” 

“I saw Bradley.” You say, finally meeting his eyes. He’s frozen at your words, arm hanging awkwardly in the air. You look away, back to the silent pirates on the screen, causing a mutiny. “He was there. I saw him in the- the mess hall the first day on that carrier. You know how it is, thosundads of people, and all I could see was him. He doesn’t go by Bradley anymore, just Rooster now. Rooster and Phoenix, sitting in the mess hall together, and I- oh my God.” you whisper, a sob clawing it’s out of your throat. 

“He was there and he never saw me. I made sure of it. But all I- all I could think of was the fact that he was there. He was there, and he would watch me fly, and I- I just kept thinking about what he said to me that last night.” 

You glance at your father, who seems to be at a loss. “I kept thinking about what he said about me that last night he was here, when we were at Ice and Sarah’s, and I just- I couldn’t stop thinking. Violet almost lost his life because I was too preoccupied thinking of the ghost from my past who never even knew I was there.” 

Your body breaks down as your Dad reaches for you, pulling you into his chest. 

You don’t dare mention what seemed to be a half-dream, half-reality, something you barely remember from briefly conscious moments in the night between the accident and the morning you returned home. The brush of finger tips against yours, a whispered apology in the quiet of the night, the way the brunette had whispers I’m glad you’re alive. 

You weren’t sure if any of it was real, perhaps just a desperate plea from your subconscious, traitorously hoping that he still cared. 

“Honey,” He whispers into your hair. You cling to him, desperately seeking the comfort he’s always given you. “It wasn’t your fault. You covered your wingman’s six. Violet survived. Neither of you could’ve accounted for what happened. You did your best, followed your training, and got you and your wingman home safely. That’s all that matters.” 

“They say Violet may never fly again. How is that fair? I walk away with a scratch on my face and he may never fly again, all because I was preoccupied thinking of him.” 

Your voice shakes as your hand grips your father’s shirt tighter. He sighs, squeezing you. “It’s not. It’s not fair. But I promise you that Violet would rather be alive and unable to fly than dead. You got him home. You got yourself home. That’s all I’m thankful for.” 

You break away from your father at that point, head falling into your hands as you continue to cry. “I’m not cut out for this, Dad.” 

He sighs. “You fly long enough, this happens. What matters is that you both are okay.”

You shake your head. “Violet’s not.” 

“He will be.” 

You swallow, wiping some of the tears from your face in a futile attempt to calm down. “How am I supposed to keep going after this when seeing Bradley is enough to make me lose control? It never should’ve happened, but he just- he gets under my skin just enough to rattle me beyond all my training and experience. I know that I can’t think up there, that I’m dead if I do, but all I could think about was him.” You raise your head as your Dad looks on, a pained expression on his face. “I hate him.” 

Your Dad’s face falls. “Don’t say that-”

“No, it’s true. I do. I hate him. I hate him for leaving, I hate him for the things he said to me, and I especially hate him because he still has this effect on me even after all this time.” 

Another sob overtakes you and your Dad pulls you into another hug. “I’m sorry.” He whispers. “I’m so sorry.” 

You want to ask him why he’s sorry, tell him that this isn’t his fault, but you can’t bring yourself to choke the words out through the salty sting of snot and tears on your tongue. 

“You’re gonna be okay, honey. I promise you kiddo, you will be okay. The guilt won’t ever really go away but it will fade. Violet owes you his life. You still managed to bring him home alive, in all the chaos and confusion. You did the best you could and I’m so proud of you for that.” 

He takes a deep breath, running his hand up and down your back as he pauses for a minute. 

“I am always proud of you. You’re a wonderful pilot and I love calling you my daughter. I hope that I get to continue to watch you grow. You’re- You have the makings of greatness in you, you understand that? Just like Silver said, you’ve got to chart your own course, stick to it, no matter what.” 

A choked laugh escapes your mouth as your eyes drift back to the movie on the muted television. “Quoting Disney characters for fatherly advice, are we now?” 

He lets out his own little laugh, hugging you again. “Can’t help that he’s right.” He sighs, catching your eye as he pulls away again. “I am proud of you and I love you. You’re destined for so much more beyond this moment right here, and I can’t wait to watch you achieve every single one of your dreams.” 

You sigh, leaning your head on his shoulder again, hoping against hope he’s right.

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

Ruby Rose: Girl Genius

IT Guy: UH, Sir? You may want to take a look at this!

Ironwood: (watching blip on a Radar) ... Commercial flight?

IT Guy: Too fast.

Ironwood: One of our own?

IT Guy: ... Air force has nothing Scheduled.

Ironwood: (Dramatic Turn) ... We've got ourselves a Bogey. (Alarm Blares)

(Jets Take off)

Pilot: This is Air-Leader 2, we are anticipating visual contact ... Now.

Zwei: (Wearing Tool pouches) BARK BARK!

Pilot: HOLY COW PIE

Ruby and Zwei sit in the front seat of a Homemade Rocket, Jaune hanging on for dear life in the back seat

Ruby: Oh! Hey! Nice antiques! (Presses a bottom) Gotta (Petal) Burst!

Ruby: Dust Mix Stable! Engine cycling at One million Gigajoules! cool. we didn't blow up

Jaune: Uuuhh Great! Ruby? I think they want us to pull over!

Ruby: No time Jaune! Get Ready with the Satellite!

Jaune: Ooookay ... Uh, what do I do again?

Ruby: You're the deployment system Jaune! As soon as we clear the atmosphere, you just ... Throw it!

Jaune: ... Right.

Ruby: Prepare to leave the Atmosphere!

Ruby: Engaging Pulse Rockets!

Ruby: Now!

(Popping noises, followed by smoke pouring from the engine)

Ruby: No!

Jaune: Now? (He throws the 'Satellite', only for it to fly back and hit Ruby in the head.)

(engine continues failing)

Jaune: Is this supposed to happen?!?

Ruby: C'mon! think! Think!

Ruby: I'VE GOT IT! Give me your lunch!

Jaune: uh, Here?

Ruby: (Takes his soda AS Zwei offers her Duct Tape) Thanks Zwei!

Zwei: BARK!

Ruby: I need that! (Pulls a thread on Jaune's Hoodie)

Jaune: eh- HEY!

Ruby Shakes the soda before taping it to the 'Satellite', and ties the thread to the Can's Tab. She Throws it ahead of them, ripping on the thread, causing the Soda to rain down on them, launching the Satellite into orbit

Ruby: YES!

(Engines Cut Out)

Ruby: Uh Oh.

R+J: AAAAHHH!

Ruby: Must! Engage! Stabilizers! (Beep)

Ruby: Okay! NOw, we just need to make a quick stop at my house!

Jaune: I dunno ruby! I gotta get to school on time b-Besides-

Ruby: Great! Gotcha!

Jaune: W-W-W-WAIT! (Gets Ejected) RUBYYYYyyyyyyyyy!

Ruby: See you at Home Room Jaune!

Jaune: okay!

Ruby: fasten your seat-belt Zwei! It's gonna be a bumpy Ride!

Ruby: (Hits Building, loses wings)

Ruby: Crap! (Deploys Landing gear)

Ruby: (Clips Power line, loses landing gear)

Ruby: Double Crap! (Engages Parachute)

Ruby: (Parachute rips off - along with most of the Rocket)

Ruby: CRAPCRAPCRAPCRAPCRAP!

Ruby: (Bounces off several roofs, causing thousands of dollars in damages, before finally landing on her house.)

Ruby: Well ... other than the unscheduled rapid disassembly, and the lithobraking maneuver, I'd say that this mission was a complete success!

Tai: (Inside the house) Well, what d'you know? The chimney fell off again.

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

requested by @onedirectionlovers2014

Request: What if he takes their toddler to the park to give the reader a break because the reader is about to have their second child. A cute little fluff really

tags: @illiana-mystery, @eclecticwildflowers

AN: I changed this up a bit but I hope you like it anyway.

warnings: panicked dan, swearing

Dan's POV

"You sure you can handle her on your own?" (Y/N) asked me. I nodded as I finished getting Marie ready to go to the park. She reached out to grab my nose and I smiled at her. Picking her up, I settled her on my hip before turning back towards (Y/N).

"We will be fine." I assured her. "Marie and I haven't spent a lot of time together alone. Which is fine." I leaned in to kiss (Y/N) when I saw the look on their face. "I know there are thing you need to do to prepare for the next little one. And I want to give you time to do that without having to watch out for Marie or worry that I am going to do something or be called in for something. We are going to be alright (Y/N). If not, I can always find a pay phone and call you." (Y/N) nodded as they put their hands on my chest. I grabbed their hand and brought one up to kiss their knuckles.

"I just worry." They said with a smile. I nodded and I kissed them again.

"Dada no." Marie whined as she pressed her hand into my cheek. I pulled away from (Y/N) with a laugh. They smiled over at Marie and tickled her stomach to make her laugh. A grin spread across my face watching the two of them.

"Ready Marie?" I asked her as I bounced her on my hip. She giggled and nodded.

"Ready Dada!" She waved to (Y/N) as I kissed them again.

"We're going to head out. Be back in a couple hours." I said. (Y/N) nodded. "Love you."

"Love you both." They said, watching us leave. I sighed as I closed the door behind me.

"Alright Marie. Where do you want to go?" I asked as we headed downstairs. "Park or surprise maddy with the shopping?"

"Park!" She cheered as I took her over to the car. "Park dada!"

"Park it is then." I said as I buckled her into her car seat. "What should we listen to?" I asked as I knelt down on the floor of the car and reached into the front seat for the cassette tapes. "Disney or Dada's favorite songs?" Marie looked between the two tapes. I held them a little closer to her as she idly kicked her feet.

"Dada songs." She finally said, pointing at the plain white tape case.

"Alright." I said as I stood up, closing the door and making my way over to the driver's seat. Getting in, I started the car and put the tape in. "Maddy is going to be so happy that you are getting cultured." I laughed to myself as I pulled into traffic. Maria danced around in her car seat as I sang along poorly. She would laugh when I tried to make my voice go high and ended up with a voice crack. "Oh you think that's funny?" I asked, glancing at her in the rearview mirror. Marie nodded and I did it again, making her laugh even harder. Smiling to myself, I locked away the memory for a rainy day. We pulled up to the park and I ejected the tape. Marie pouted as I did but smiled up at me as I opened the car door to get her out. Marie kicked her feet against my ribs as I carried her over to the park. "Ow! That hurts ma cherie." I chuckled.

"Park Dada. Park!" I nodded as Marie pointed ahead of us.

"Yeah. Park." I agreed. "Ok. What do you want to do?" Marie wiggled in my arms so I set her down but grabbed her hand.

"Big girl dada. Big girl." She continued to wiggle and I looked at her worried.

"Maddy doesn't..." I started as she started to tug on my hand, trying to get me to release her. Stooping down, I picked her back up. Marie started to cry and I ran my hand along her back to try to calm her down. "Shhh little one. It's ok. I'm just going to call maddy first." I whispered to her as I walked towards the nearest payphone. Digging the quarter out of my pocket, I dialed home. "(Y/N)?" I asked when the phone picked up.

"Dan? Everything ok?" (Y/N) sounded worried and I silently cursed myself for accidentally worrying them.

"Yeah. Well...maybe..." I trailed off as I set Marie down and grabbed her hand again. "Have you let Marie off on her own at the park? She keeps trying to run to the park on her own and doesn't seem to want me to go with her." I looked down at her as she tried to drop her body weight to get her hand free. It wasn't working and I was considering picking her up again. "Hold on. Marie stop. No." She looked up at me with wide eyes.

"No. I haven't..." (Y/N) trailed off. "She wants to go off on her own?" I sighed as Marie started to swing our hands.

"Yeah." I breathed out. "She is in the terrible twos." I looked back down to see Marie missing. "Shit."

"What?" (Y/N) asked. I spun around and looked out over the park area. "Dan?"

"(Y/N), I'll call you back. She managed to slip away." I breathed out. (Y/N) gasped and answered in the affirmative before I hung up. "Marie!" I yelled as I ran back towards the park. "Marie!" My heart beat heavily in my chest as I spun around trying to find her. "Marie Fielding!" I spun towards the sound of a giggle as I finally saw Marie coming down the slide. I made it to the end before she did and scooped her up. "Marie Astrid Fielding. Never. Ever. Do that to me again." I breathed out as I hugged her tightly.

"Dada." She whined. I kissed her cheek and walked back to the car to grab the car seat. Pulling it out, I strapped her back in. She started to cry a little as I carried her back towards the phones.

"She's safe. I put her in the car seat carrier thing." I said once (Y/N) had picked up the phone.

"Oh thank goodness." She breathed out. "Are you coming home?"

"I thought we could do some shopping before we did." I offered. "Keep her in the carrier though."

"You don't have to. Just please bring her home." (Y/N) still sounded worried and I nodded even though they couldn't see me.

"On our way." I assured them before hanging up and going back to the car. "Marie. You cannot do that again. Ever. You had me worried sick. You had maddy worried sick. And they aren't even here!" I chided her as I got her back in the car. "When you run off like that, I can't be there to protect you. Or keep you safe. Marie, you need to understand that I'm not doing this to hurt you. I'm doing this so you understand that you did something bad. No more music for the rest of the day." Marie pouted in the rearview mirror. "No. No music. That is your punishment for running off." I kept my eyes off Marie in the back and focused on driving back home. When I went to get her out of the car when we got back home, she was still pouting and her cheeks were wet. I felt my heart break a little as I picked her up. Kissing her cheeks, I hugged her tightly. "Ma cherie. Je t'aime. But I have to do this."

"Dan." (Y/N) said when I walked back in. I shook my head as I took her into her room and put her down. "Is everything ok?" I shook my head again and sat down on the couch next to them.

"I took away music for the rest of the day. For running off." I said, my voice breaking slightly. "I was just so scared (Y/N). I didn't know what to do." They put their arms around me and I leaned into them. "Did I do the wrong thing taking something away?"

"No. You did the right thing." (Y/N) assured me. I wiped my eyes and was surprised to find my hand wet. "I know it is rough but she needs this Dan. She may not be happy about it now, but she will appreciate that you put your foot down when it mattered most." I nodded as I buried my head in their neck.

"I'm sorry I lost our daughter." I whispered. (Y/N) chuckled and rubbed my back.

"It is alright Dan. Happens to the best of parents." They said. "My parents lost me in a book store." I chuckled.

"I can see that." I nodded, pulling back to look at them.

"I mean they should have seen that coming." (Y/N) agreed. "They found me ten minutes later looking at the picture books." I nodded as I leaned my head against theirs. "It was bound to happen. And it won't be the last time it does. You handled it well. And I stand with your punishment." (Y/N) leaned over and kissed my cheek. Sighing, I melted into them.

"The price of being parents." I sighed.

"The price of being parents." (Y/N) agreed.

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Press the Eject and Give Me the Tape by Bauhaus Beggars Banquet 1982 Post-Punk / Goth Rock / Alternative Rock / Noise-Rock