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myfellowmelo · 3 years

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Brother’s Best Friend

Context: Your brother’s best friend happens to be the popular basketball player, Lamelo Ball. And no matter how much you say you don’t feel anything for the boy, your body says otherwise after every encounter/game.

Includes: Smut, Oral sex, masturbation, teasing, swear words, hint of degrading.

Word count: 4040?

My POV.

“We can’t keep doing this Melo.” I whimper as his cock starts plunging deep inside me. Stuck in the locker rooms where he dragged me in there. His celebration for winning the game started early.

“You say that a lot for someone who’s obsessed with my dick.” He tells me. Before I answer him, he picks me and slams me onto his locker. Arms wrapped around his neck as he picks up the pace. “Melo! Oh god!” Gripping his hair as he relentlessly pounds my g-spot. Making it his absolute goal to have me cumming all over his cock. He needs to have me walk out the Spectrum Center with your hole stuffed with his liquids. “Take it baby. Fucking take it!” He groans. Sucking on my neck as he desperately tries to leave me as many marks as he wants. He loves how well I tighten around him. I love how no matter how hard I try not to fall, I still end up in his arms. Begging him to fuck me senselessly over and over again. Rolling his eyes back as I grip his hair yet again. Usually he would say some stupid sarcastic comment about leaving him bald like his head, but my pussy felt so good he couldn’t even muster up the words to say anything.

Omniscient.

Your moans were absolutely beautiful. Something he needs to hear on a regular basis just to even function. Having you fucked out until you could barely stand is what he was striving for. But it was all cut off short when he heard the locker room door open. Pulling out of you, you two quickly dress up.

“Melo ? Are you there?” Your brother Miles calls out.

“Hide!” He tells you. Signaling the shower room, you run inside quickly.

“Yeah I’m here!” Melo stated composing his breath.

Walking from around the lockers, Miles’ eyes brighten up, “Oh there you are! I was wondering when you were planning to get out of the locker room. Hey, have you seen y/n by any chance?”

Melo scoffs, “Do you see her around here?” A nervous chuckle leaves him but covers it up by a huff.

“Asshole. I was just asking.” Miles says as he rolled his eyes. Miles grumbled “I can’t reach her-“

“Well she must’ve been tired. Probably went home.” Melo interjected him mid way.

“Yeah you’re right. Oh I know!” Miles claps his hands that startles Melo.

“What?” He furrows his brow.

“She’s hooking up.” Miles says with stars forming around his eyes.

“What?!” Melo says, taken aback. How did he know? And just when Melo said that, you too did as well in the shower room. Heart racing as you waited for yours and his name to fall out of your brother's mouth.

“Yeah, she once mentioned about this crush she has on Nate” Miles says looking back at his memories.

“Nate? My friend Nate?” Melo says surprised

“Yeah-“

“Nate, my teammate? Number 30 Nate?” Melo says again trying to confirm if what he heard was real.

“Yes! Nate Darling. She’s had a crush on him since I came here. Well I don’t know if she still likes him but she has been running off lately so I won’t be surprised if she comes out of a room with a large hickey on her chest. He’s very goofy.” Miles states while searching around the locker room.

“Yeah well I’m goofy too.” Melo mumbles. Shoving his stuff in his bag.

“What was that?” Miles asks him.

“Nothing! Now shall we get going?” Melo says as he gathered the remaining items and stuffed it in his duffel bag.

“Oh yeah, let’s go, You hungry?” Miles said as he gave up and went to the door with his stuff on hand.

Making his way out, you peek your head. Looking at Melo who merely glanced at you and walked out after your brother.

“Shit,” you cursed under your breath.

—————

“Melo, please call me back.” You say to the voicemail. It’s been three days and ever since he found out about your old crush on his friend he can’t even talk to you. Not even look at you for that matter.

You didn’t understand. You two weren’t anything. You guys weren’t dating and on the occasion he’s made it very clear that you two are nothing more but fuck buddies.

“Hey you okay?” Your friend asks you. Taking a seat next to you after grabbing her lunch.

“Oh yeah I’m, I’m okay,” trying to mask your emotions.

“You sure? You know I’m good at telling when one is lying.” She says giving you the look that was so tempting to have you spill out all of your thoughts.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” I stated while I tried to divert my gaze to the floor.

“Okay but you know I’m here when you’re ready yeah?” Nodding, she smiles and hands you her green apple. The only kind of apple you like. Appreciating it, you take it and take a bite out of it. As she told a story about something, you couldn’t focus on anything but his table. He wasn’t there, but everyone else was. Including Nate.

“Oh my god.” Your best friend gasps.

Averting your eyes from the table you look over at her. “What?”

“Can’t believe it.” She said with her mouth hanging open.

“What? What’s going on?” You said as you look around.

“He said he was done hooking up. I swear if he brings another girl home I’m going to lose it.” She said, glaring her eyes. You see, she is Gelo’s girlfriend and they are both staying over for the week before going back to Cali.

Turning around to meet her gaze, your eyes widen when you see Melo enter the cafeteria with a girl around his arm. No no not just any girl. The captain of the Hornets cheerleading team. You couldn’t tell what shocked you more, that Melo already replaced you with some girl days after he continuously dodged you, your texts, and your calls. Or the fact that he was able to pull the head leader of the cheerleading team. The CHEERLEADING TEAM. You expected one of the nurses which could’ve made more sense. Usually everyone in the cheerleading team tends to take their work very seriously and never have time to not even hook up. Now this, this was truly a shocker.

Walking past you. He ignores you yet again and plants a kiss on her temple. Arm around her as she giggles and holds his hand. What a brat. Following their movements until they reached their table, where the boys greeted him. Cheers burst when he introduces them to her. Who looks to be his new girlfriend.

“Shocking right? Psh wrong.” Your best friend scoffs.

“Yeah. Sorry you have to deal with that,” you say genuinely.

“Yeah I feel sorry too but boys will be boys that’s just the sad truth.” She shakes her head and continues on eating her lunch.

“Yeah…” you mutter watching as he converses with his friends. His arm is still around her neck. “You’re right.” You finish off, looking down to the barely eaten apple.

For the next few days you ignored Melo completely. You didn’t know whether you should confront him or not. I mean it is his loss if he wants to push you away. But also another part of you wanted an explanation and maybe to seek salvation of the last bit of what you two have. If you guys even had anything in the first place. But Melo seemed serious. He had her with him at all times. And any time he saw you, he would get all cuddly and affectionate with her and it would get too repulsive to even stand being in the same area as him. What sucked is that both him and his little girlfriend shared the same afternoon as you. Workouts. The two of them sit in front of you which is worse because he’s constantly baby talking to her. Asking her if she needs any help and never lets her lift heavy weight. What an ass kisser really.

And you couldn’t really understand why you were so bothered by it. You never saw Melo anything other than a fuck buddy. There were times where you would ask yourself if you could see yourself dating him and it always ended with you gagging and having to eat a snack to clear your head. Yet here you are, wishing that this girl would walk off the face of the earth. While you were too busy sulking, you didn’t notice someone taking a seat next to you to use the weights.

“Hi y/n!” Nate says cheerfully. His boxy smile facing you as he set his stuff onto the table.

“Hey Nate-“ and then it hit you. Oh why did you not think about this sooner? Think y/n, think! Turning your head to face the bubbly boy, you tilt your head and smile at him. “Heyyy Yangyang,” you said again trying to be flirtatious.

Furrowing his brow, he looks at you oddly. “You okay?…”

“Totally!” You say nervous laughing it off.

Melo before you who was once cuddly to his new girlfriend was now tense. “Say Nate, how come we don’t hang out as much?” You ask him.

“Oh well I’d like you to hang out but you don’t like getting body slammed onto the court huh?” He said elbowing you.

Giggling, you shake your head. “We should hang out someday.”

Melo scoffs as he rolls his eyes. His girlfriend giving him a confused look.

He sends her a fake smile and signals to the coach who has now entered the training facility. As if his reason for scoffing was the coach entering. Picking up his large water bottle, he spins the cap off and goes to take a sip.

“So like a date?” Nate asks you genuinely.

“You want it to be a date?” With this, the boy in front of you who was once taking a sip from his water bottle, is now choking on it. The training facility silences as they stare at him curiously.

“You okay Ball?” The coach asks him. Not answering with words but rather with a thumbs up, he nods and proceeds to start the lecture.

“A date is then babe.” Nate says, using his index finger to bump your chin lightly.

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“I knew it! It was about time you two finally got together.” Your best friend claps her hands.

“We’re not getting together. It's simply a date, nothing else.” I say to remind her.

“Please you two will be dating in no time. Now let’s see what we can have you get dressed in.” While she went through the pile of clothes I brought for her to piece together an outfit. The front door opened and slammed close.

“Geez I bet it’s Melo, another sucky practice.” She shakes her head.

Chuckling, I nod along. “Right. Hey can I go grab a bottle of water real quick?”

“Yeah go ahead, it’s gonna take me a while to make an outfit with these clothes. Your wardrobe isn’t the most stylish no offense.” She said while still looking at the clothes.

“None taken” you shake your shoulders. Leaving her room, you go down the stairs and into the kitchen. In there was the boy you wanted to see. Ignoring him, you walk past him who was seated on the stool chair.

His eyes following you as you opened the fridge and pulled out a water bottle. Jumping back when he was standing right next to you once the door was closed. “My goodness Melo what the hell?-”

“Why didn’t you tell me about Nate?” He said while his breath fanned against your neck:

“What about him? It’s none of your concern-” You turn around looking up to face him.

“It is!” He says, flying his arms around in frustration.

“Shhh keep it down Melo!” You said as you patted his upper stomach because that’s all you could reach.

“Or what? Afraid your brother will find out huh?” He says while he took a step forward, you took one back. Doing so until you were up against the counter. “Afraid your brother will find out how desperate you are for me. How I’m I able to get you begging for my cock over and over again mm?” He tells me slowly. His head lowering closer and closer to my lips. Pulling his head and smashing my lips onto his. He immediately responds, pulling me closer to him. Picking me up and resting me on top of the counter. A nice grip on his hair as I kiss his lips until I am sure they’ll be swollen. His hands roamed up my shirt. Already missing my soft skin against his hands. Leaning in more and more, wanting - no needing more of me. It’s been almost two weeks and he really missed me. Yet he would never admit to it. His growing erection began to tighten his shorts. And I knew this.

He groans and curses when I lay a hand on his crotch. “Missed me that much?” I ask him tauntingly. Chest heaving as he looks down at my hand softly stroking the outline of his dick. Softly thrusting forward, needing more of my touches. But he was surely mistaken if he thought I would give in easily. Pushing him back, I get off the counter. Shock written all over him. “Don’t think I forgot the shit you pulled on me. I was over Nate a long time ago. It was barely even a damn crush. But because of your stupid stubbornness, you no longer have a shot at having me anymore Melo. Enjoy your time with your precious girlfriend.” Taking a step forward, on tippy toes, I got closer to his ear and whispered, “Bet she doesn’t make you cum like I do.” Biting my lip, I grab my water and walk away.

Watching as I walk away, he shuts his eyes close and shakes his head. “Fuck.”

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“It was nice hanging out with you Nate. And sorry for any wrong intentions I might’ve given you in the training facility.” I said getting up after the date with Nate was over.

“Don’t sweat it. I’m not dumb I know that you and Melo have been having sex for a while now. Just didn’t know it was this serious.” Nate said following my lead.

“It isn’t serious.” I restated.

“Really?” He asks, raising a brow at me. His smoothie in hand as we walked around the downtown mall. “Doesn’t seem like it.” Nate sighed looking up at the sky.

“What do you mean?” I asked curiously

“Doesn’t take Einstein to know we have feelings for one another.” He said laughing seeing the dumbfounded expression on my face.

“Woah! Hold on, feelings?! Psh I don’t have feelings for him.” I said defending my self.

Nate scoffs and shakes his head. “It’s so obvious.”

“It’s not-”

“It’s so!” He said again standing his ground.

“You have completely lost it, Nate Darling.” He laughs, taking a sip from his drink.

“Please, I knew something must’ve gone down. I had my guess when he started arriving at our training all gloomy and silent and not even having the same energy. But then when he brought Natalie to our table I knew something was definitely up. Then you ‘asked’ me out. You two aren’t doing this simply to get back at each other or get on one another’s nerves. You guys are doing this in hopes one of you two will snap out of it and confess!” Nate said spilling it all out.

I stayed silent. I mean he wasn’t necessarily wrong. I asked Nate out in front of Melo knowing he would be listening in hopes that he would talk to me. Confront me, tell me how stupid I am and that I am his. I also wanted him back. Even if he wasn’t entirely mine to begin with. Now if I were to ask that very same question that had me gagging at the mere thought of it, it didn’t sound so bad of a question. Can I see yourself dating Melo?

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Omniscient.

“I bet by the end of the date, it’s going to be official.” Your friend beams. For a good fifteen minutes now she hasn’t stopped talking about you and Nate getting together after so many years. It’s annoying the hell out of him. And what makes it worst is that Natalie is sitting next to him smiling at her squealing at your potential relationship with his teammate.

“You okay baby?” Natalie asks him. “Mhm? Oh, uh yeah I’m alright.” He fakes a tight smile and goes back to being on his phone. Looking at the date, he sees that he has yet another game tomorrow. A part of him was wishing you would come to his game. What was he thinking of course you will just not for him but rather for Nate. The mere thought of it already has him rolling his eyes.

“Someone doesn’t seem in a good mood.” Your best friends voice brings him back from his thoughts.

“Just tired it’s all. Gotta game tomorrow.” Melo said Turing off his phone.

“Oh yeah that’s right. Aw man I wish I could go but I have my thing going on with the modeling agency.” Your friend stated cleaning up the kitchen.

Natalie pouts. “It’s alright.”

“Well I guess I better start heading up to my room. Imma text y/n how her date went with her soon to be boyfriend.” She wiggles her brows.

Fighting the urge to scoff. “Yeah I should get going too.” She smiles at him and says her goodnights.

Natalie left a few minutes later, getting on her tippy toes, he got the sudden Deja vu from when you did that to him not long ago. Moving his face so that her lips connected with her cheeks. She waves him goodbye and leaves. Closing the door, he sighs and his head gets rushed with images of you. Very naughty things of you. Once again feeling that tightness in his shorts begin to grow.

“Fuck y/n!” He hissed. Fisting his cock as he teases his tip. Getting off to the thought of you sucking him off. Your pretty lips on his tip, those gorgeous eyes looking up at him as you try to pleasure him. Remembering how even when he’s finished cumming you still don’t pull away. Turning him more at how you have an oral fixation that you found out because of him. Biting his lip as he concentrates on jerking himself off. Memories on how overstimulated he once felt when you just couldn’t pull his dick out of your mouth. Whining when he tried pulling you off him. “God baby. You take my cock so well shit.” He mutters. Tilting his head back as he rubs himself faster. His hand jerking himself quicker as he felt the familiar need to release begin to bubble up.

Thinking about having you bounce on his cock as you beg him to continue fucking you until you’re sobbing. Telling you how much of a slut you are for his cock. Your hands gripping his hair as you suck hickies all over him. And just like that, his warm fluids were shooting all over his bed sheets. Catching his breath as he was consumed with the darkness of his room.

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Omniscient.

It was the day of the game. People started filling up the bleachers but no matter how much people were entering through the metal doors you still haven’t shown up.

“Hey Nate, where’s y/n?” Melo asked curiously.

“How will I know?” Nate said with the ball in his hands getting ready to shoot.

“She’s practically your girlfriend, you should know by now if she’s planning on cheering for her boyfriend” Melo says. Tone harsh when saying boyfriend.

Nate stares at him and later laughs. “What?” Nate shakes him and pats his shoulder. “You’re funny dude.”

Walking away, with a puzzled look. He sighs and takes one last look at the bleachers. His eyes met yours. Trying to hold in his smile. But you caught it. After thinking back on what Nate said, he was right. You wanted his attention and if he wasn’t going to do something first, you would. Smiling softly at him as you give him two thumbs up. He chuckles and nods. Eyes looking down and freezes when he sees Natalie. He forgot the cheerleaders are taking a break for 2 weeks. Holding a poster with his jersey number in it. Looking away quickly, as he hurries back to the rest of his team.

By the end of the game, the crowd was loud and rowdy. Anxious as it was a tie once again. Melo , who was now with the ball, rushed until he got near the net and dunked the winning point. The crowd roared as they clapped and cheered for him and the team's victory. Standing as you cheered for him too. Going down the steps to congratulate him. Looking for #1. You smiled warmly at him as you walked up to him. Freezing when a familiar figure walks the aisle before you calls out for his name. Rushing down the steps and enveloped him in a tight hug. Smile dropping as his eyes never left yours. He was still with her, and a part of you felt stupid. Were you really going to confess? Especially since Natalie is such a sweet girl and really likes Melo. She couldn’t ruin that. Couldn’t ruin what they have. But maybe there’s hope. Maybe he doesn’t have the same feelings for her and has some for you.

“Surprise!” She tells him excitedly. But you were certain that wasn’t true when Natalie pulled Melo down for a kiss.

Scoffing, you felt stupid. Embarrassed really. Turning around, you make your way out of the Spectrum Center. Melo pulls away quickly, keeping Natalie at arms length. “Melo? Baby what’s wrong?” Natalie said, looking up at him with her arm around him.

“Natalie, I'm sorry. But I can’t do this, I know it’s sudden and you deserve an explanation but I can’t keep going on in a relationship I don’t want to be in. I’m really sorry but I have to go.” He said as he broke the contact, heading to the door.

“Melo? Wait- Melo!” But he was already out the doors. Rushing after you.

“Where are you?” He says under his breath in search of you. Looking through every hallway and room and still no sign of you. “Dammit y/n where are you?!” He slammed his hand on the door and went inside of the locker-room.

“I’m here.” You said silently.

Turning around, there you were before him.

Staying silent as you two suddenly didn’t know what to say anymore. After much contemplation on what he should say to you, he starts taking small steps towards you.

“It’s you. It’s always been you.” He tells you softly. Meeting him in the middle, you grab his face and pull him in. Gripping your waist as he kisses you desperately. The kiss was no longer the same old one that was filled with lust and need. It was now filled with passion, love and want. Pulling away, leaning your forehead on top of his.

“Can’t go another day without you.” He said underneath his breath.

“Then don’t. Don’t let me go.” You said, with tears threatening to fall.

“Never baby.” Melo said, looking down at you.

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“You two were what?!”

Your brother exclaims in pure shock. Both you and Melo are standing before him, hand in hand. Standing behind you and he plants soft kisses on your temple. Rubbing your arm for comfort, comfort for the burst of your brother who is now finding out the truth of you two. But no matter the outcome, he was just glad he now has you. In his arms once again. Only this time, he’s got you locked in. And you aren’t going anywhere anytime soon.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• I hope you liked my first imagines, I know there are some errors with the POV, but I’ll fix it later!

Thank you for reading 😊😊

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atlafan · 4 years

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My Everything - Part Six

A Take it Slow Sequel

What happens with Harry and Y/N after he proposes? How will the two navigate the engaged life while also continuing to juggle their jobs, friends, and families? Let’s find out.

Warnings: Fluff and smut.

a/n: not proofread fam, I didn’t have the strength.

Masterpost

“What do you think you’re gonna be for Halloween this year? I hope you step up your costume from last year.” You giggle with Niall at lunch.

“I know, Netflix and Chill wasn’t exactly original. We have somethin’ in mind, but we’re not tellin’ anyone. What about you guys?”

“We’re also keeping it a secret. I’m really excited El’s gonna stay with me while Louis and Harry are in Wisconsin.”

“Yeah, it’ll be good for you guys to get to know each other a bit more. Is it awkward at all that you and Sarah are in her wedding party, but Rachel isn’t?”

“Not really.” You shrug. “Mariah’s taking their photos and Rachel’s actually doing the videography, so she’ll still be there.”

“Oh good! I still can’t believe Harry’s finally gonna see a Packer’s game, he must be so excited.”

“He is! I’m sorry I couldn’t get a third ticket, it would’ve been nice for the three of you to go.”

“Nah, we don’t need to do everything together. It’ll be good for them to have a little trip just the two of ‘em, but I appreciate you thinkin’ of me.”

You get home from work, grab the packages waiting for you, and head up.

“Babe! The fabric for our costumes got here, I can start putting it together tonight!” You say as you come in. Buster trots over to greet you. “Hi baby boy, where’s daddy?”

“Daddy’s right here, pumpkin.” He comes over and kisses your cheek.

“Pumpkin?” You giggle. “That’s a new one.”

“I got a little inspired. I bought a couple today for us to carve, thought we could roast the seeds.”

“Oh that sounds like so much fun! We could put them out on the balcony for decoration too.”

“I was thinkin’ the same thing, baby.”

You and Harry eat a quick cauliflower crust pizza for dinner, and you get to work on the costumes. You were so excited to be making them, just like when you were a kid. Once you get a good chunk done, you both sit down to carve your pumpkins.

“What kind of face are you gonna make?” You ask him.

“I don’t really make faces, I like doin’ designs.” He says, concentrating with his sharpie.

“Alright, then what design are you going for?”

“Have you ever seen The Nightmare Before Christmas?”

“Of course I have.” He turns the pumpkin around to show you his sketch.

“It’s the dog.”

“Harry…I didn’t know you could draw.”

“A little here and there.”

“That’s gonna look really cool.” You look down at the triangles you’ve drawn on your own pumpkin. “I guess mine will look pretty sad compared to yours.” You laugh.

“Nah, yours will be a classic.”

You both cut holes in the tops of the pumpkins and take all the guts out. You separate the seeds into a different bowl so you can roast them later. You finish your pumpkin much sooner than Harry’s, so you go in the kitchen to work on the seeds.

“It’s all done, come look, I put some fake candles inside them. They look pretty cool on the balcony.” He says to you as he washes his hands.

“Oh wow!” You gasp. “You’re so talented, babe.”

“Not my best work actually.” He shrugs. “So I’m still comin’ to your office tomorrow to take those pictures?”

“Mhm. Apparently I’ll be in the winter edition of the magazine…I’m really excited! Zach put a really cool video interview together.” You both plop down on the couch while you wait for the pumpkin seeds to finish up in the oven.

“What did you talk about?”

“Why knowing your alumni network is important, why getting involved with clubs on campus is so important, getting out of your comfort zone to make friends, stuff like that. Then I talked about how I fell into the work I did, if it was my dream job, stuff like that. I talked about my hobbies. Even Buster was in the video for a bit. I talked about you too, of course, and how having a supportive partner can make a huge difference.”

“Aw, you didn’t need to mention me.”

“Well, you could see the pictures of us on my desk in the frame, so he just asked quick. I didn’t talk much about my personal life since that wasn’t the point of the interview. I also talked about why checking your benefits when job searching was a really big deal, and how I’m getting my master’s for free.”

“Yeah, that’s one of the reasons why I stayed with Plant Geo for so long, they had great benefits.”

“Speaking of benefits, when we get married did you want to come onto my insurance plan and all that? Or do you wanna keep the state’s?”

“It depends on how cost effective it is. More will be taken out of your paycheck, and it could just end up equaling the same as what I pay now…”

“True, I could talk to someone at HR and they could go over the plans with me. My copay is only like $10, not too bad.”

“Yeah, that’s really good actually. Man, that’s the one thing I miss about home, health insurance and medical bills are way less fucked up.”

“Yup, it’s all just big business here.” You sigh. “At least I work at a company that actually provides what I need.”

“Mhm, like your maternity leave? I still can’t get over that.”

“I think it helps that the CEO is a woman…she gets it, you know?” He hums his response.

“When exactly were you planning to get off the pill?”

“Oh god, I have no idea. We have so much time, I was thinking maybe a year before the wedding? I read that it can take like three months before you have a regular period again if you were irregular before you started the pill, and I was very irregular. Why?”

“Just wondering. I’m trying to mentally prepare myself for havin’ to use condoms all the time.”

“I guess we’ll just have to make sure we’re stocked up. Plus…it’s not like you’ll never be able to stick it in raw, you can, you’ll just need to pull out and come on me.” You shrug.

“You would be way too paranoid.” He laughs.

“Well, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it, okay? Not something we even need to think about right now.” You hear the oven go off. “Seeds are done!” You kiss Harry’s forehead and go into the kitchen.

While the two of you were crafting he couldn’t help but think a few years down the line, having a toddler, and carving pumpkins with them. You’d probably put them in a cute costume for trick or treating as well. With how well you took care of him and Buster, Harry knew you were going to be an amazing mum someday. You come back out and sit down.

“Where are the seeds?”

“We can’t eat them yet, we have to wait for them to cool. They’ll burn your mouth.” He throws an arm around you and kisses you. “What?” You giggle.

“Nothin’, just love yeh.”

“Hi, Mr. Styles.” Trish beams at Harry when he comes up with his camera equipment.

“Trish, uh, you know you can just call me Harry, right?”

“I do, but you’re here for a professional purpose today. I thought we’d keep things formal.” She gets up and leads him down the hall to your office. “The CEO was thrilled that Y/N was being featured in her college magazine.”

“She was?”

“Oh yes, what a great way to plug Mark It. Maybe more young people will want to work here.”

“Right.”

She knocks on your door and opens it.

“Y/N?”

“Hi, Trish.” You say without looking at her, finishing up an email. It was nearly the end of the day.

“Mr. Styles from Styles Photography is here to see you.” She giggles.

“Ah, okay, send him in, thank you.” You smile and stand up from your desk.

“Did you tell her to be so professional?” He smirks. “They know me around here.”

“I didn’t say a thing.” You go over to him and give him a kiss on the cheek while Buster trots over to say hello to his daddy. “But…” You move to whisper in his ear. “It does create a new fantasy, doesn’t it?” You step back and blush.

“Don’t you start.” He shakes his head. “If I get my wheels turning on that…”

“I could really see it. A hot photographer coming to take my picture, you do that thing where you brush some hair from my face, suddenly we’re making eye contact…”

“Y/N.” Harry says sternly. “Enough.” You fake pout at him while he gets his equipment set up.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to rile you up.”

“M’not.” His face was flushed and his pants were growing tighter.

“Okay.” You scoff. He side eyes you for a moment and then gets back to his things. “So…how do you want me?” You ask in a genuine tone.

“Alright.” He stands up straight and walks over to you. He takes your cheeks between his thumb and index finger. “You’re not bein’ a very good girl right now.”

“I just asked a question.”

“Well, I-“

“Oi!” Niall says walking into your office. “You know the door’s open right?” Harry lets go of you and turns to look at Niall. “Probably shouldn’t be doin’ all that.” He smirks.

“Just gettin’ her how I want her for the pictures.”

“I hope that magazine is gonna give you credit.”

“They will.” You say. “I wouldn’t have let Harry do this if they weren’t going to put his name in. They’re even giving him free ad space at the back of it.”

“Oh, that’s great! Well, I’m headed out for the day. See you tomorrow.”

“Night.” You smile. Him and Harry wave each other off.

“Okay, can we be professional now?”

“Yes, I’m so sorry Mr. Styles of Styles Photography.”

“You’re a little bit goofy at the end of the, huh?”

“Just a little bit.”

Harry gets some good shots of you in your office, and a really nice one of you and Buster. He has you pack up your things, and takes you outside the building to get some nice outdoor shots before the sun sets.

“Thank you so much for coming to do all of this.” You kiss him. “I’ll see you at home.”

“Be ready for me when we get in.” He says, loading his car up.

“Be ready for what?” He walks closer to you and presses you up against your car, his hips pressing into yours. “Oh.” You blush.

“Yeah.” He kisses you and lets you go.

When you get home, you get Buster fed and some fresh water before going into your bedroom. You wanted to freshen up for your man. You were just putting on some fresh lace panties when Harry walks in.

“I appreciate the sentiment, but you can just leave those off.” He smirks.

You slide them back down your legs and kick them away as he approaches you. He grabs you by the back of your neck and tilts your chin up.

“What I don’t appreciate is you purposefully trying to get my hard when you’ve told me over and over that you don’t want to fuck in your office.”

“I wasn’t trying to make you hard, I was just playing around.”

“Just playing around, hm.” He nods his head and lets you go. He undoes his pants and sits down on the bed. “How about you play around with this?” He points to his crotch and you get on your knees in front of him. “Wait, let me grab you a pillow, honey.” He reaches behind him and hands it to you.

“Thank you.”

You get his hard cock out of his boxers and lick your lips before licking up and down his length. You suckle on his tip while your hand pumps him slowly. You look up at him, and he’s already looking down at you. It’s intense it makes you groan against him. You sink down further on him, and his hips buck up, trying to fit as much of himself in you as he can. You think of something, and you pop off him.

“Harry, I need you stand up.”

“Wh, why?”

“So it’s easier for you.”

“Easier for me to do what?”

“You know…fuck my face.” You mumble. His eyebrows shoot up, and he doesn’t hesitate to stand.

“You really want me to do this?” His hands cup your cheeks to get a better grip on you.

“Mhm.”

“You’re gonna gag a lot.”

“I’ll work through it.”

“Just tap my legs if it gets to be too much, okay?”

“Okay.”

You grip his hips and open your mouth wide for him. His slides back in and moans softly from how good your mouth feels on him. He thrusts in and out slowly, going a little deeper each time. He had hit the back of your throat before, numerous time, but usually you were the one in control of that. Your eyes start to water as his pace quickens, and you try to focus on just breathing through your nose. When he hears you gag he slows down to give you a second, and then he jumps back in to what he was doing before.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He groans. “I’m gonna come.” He pulls out, and you leave your mouth open. His comes onto your open mouth, neck, and chest. He helps you up before he sits down on the bed. “Jesus, I think I’m light headed.” He chuckles and runs a hand through his hair. He looks at you, and you’re not saying much as you stand there naked in front of him. You had an odd look in your eyes. “Shit, let me go get a rag to clean you up, baby.” He stands back up, kisses your forehead, and rushes into the bathroom. He comes back out with a warm rag and wipes up your chest. “You did really well, took it all down that pretty throat of yours. Felt so good.” He steps back and looks at you. “There, all clean.” You blink at him. “Are you alright?”

You tap your throat and try to speak but it comes out really scratchy and hoarse. You try to clear your throat but it doesn’t help much.

“Lemme get you some water…maybe I was a bit too aggressive.” You grab his wrist. “What?”

You tug at the hem of his shirt, and he gets the idea. You wanted him, the water could wait. He gets you on the bed, and hovers over you. His lips find yours, and he sucks on your bottom lip. He plants gentle, wet kisses down your body, stopping to suck on one of your nipples. He twists your piercing between his teeth, making your head roll back. His hand slides between your legs while he continues to work your breasts. His middle finger runs up and down your slit before entering you. You gasp when he starts to curl it up.

“You’re so wet f’me baby.” He mumbles, switching to suck on your breast. He slides a second finger in and pumps in and out of you.

You grind against his hand, and he lets go of your breast with a pop. He retracts his fingers, and slides them up to your clit. Your mouth falls open and you moan out his name when his tongue enters you. You hear him groan as he moves his tongue in and out of you, and you tug on his hair.

“Harry.” You moan again, throat dry and hoarse.

He head your legs shaking. Your voice cracks as you cry out from your release. He continues to rub your clit as you come down. He grabs your hips and flips you over gently, spreading you apart and entering you. You loved how quickly he could get hard again. His chest was flush with your back as he rocks in and out of you. His hand snakes underneath you to rub your clit and you feel like you just wanted to melt. It still amazed you how much he paid attention to your body. It was never about him getting his, it was about this mutual pleasure that only you two shared.

Everything felt really good, and you were overstimulated.

“Oh my god, don’t stop.” You say in a raspy voice. “Fuck, Harry, that’s so good.” You clutch at your blankets and pillows. He bits down on the back of your shoulder as he feels you come around his cock.

His thrusts get sloppy and quicken, and a few moments later he’s filling you up. He pulls out of you slowly and rests on the bed to look at you. He smooths some hair out of your face and you smile at him.

“My throat really hurts.” You giggle.

“I know, I’m sorry.” He kisses your nose and gets off the bed. He wiggles his boxers up his legs, and watches you walk into the bathroom. “M’gonna get dinner started.” You give him a thumbs up and he leaves you to clean yourself up.

You come into the kitchen in a pair of light sweatpants and a t-shirt. Buster comes over to you and you pat him on the head. You guzzle down a nice glass of water and try to clear your throat. Harry was working on a stir fry.

“Why’d you want me to do that to you, I feel bad…”

“I don’t know.” You cough, and clear your throat again. “Just thought of it. I like when we take turns being more in control of those things.”

“But I hurt you.” He frowns.

“No! It was fine, it was just different. See, I’m all better now.” You smile. “My throat just got dry.”

“Okay.” He kisses the top of your head and puts his attention back to dinner. “Just veggies and rice, that okay?”

“It’s perfect, thank you.”

You sit down at the island and wait for him to finish preparing everything. He makes a plate up for you and he sits down next to you. He tells you about his day at the studio, and how cute some of the little kids in their costumes looked.

“I still can’t believe parents pay to have Halloween cards sent out.” You laugh.

“I choose not to question it. If these rich people wanna pay me for these little things, I’m all for it.”

“Oh, definitely! I think it’s great you’re doing all these little sessions.”

“The Thanksgiving sessions are all booked, and there’s only a few Santa sessions left open.”

“I’m so proud of you.”

“All that social media stuff you do makes such a big difference, that’s why so many people are signing up.”

“It’s nice getting to work together in this capacity.” He stands up and takes both of your plates.

“My sweet girl.” He says as he kisses your head before putting the dishes in the dishwasher. “Wanna watch TV for a bit? I’m beat.”

“Mhm.”

Harry lays down on the sofa and you lay in front of him so he can spoon you. You were nearing the end of the third season of Glee.

“God, the show got so hard to watch after these last few episodes.”

“Why, baby?”

“Just everything with Rachel and Finn, you’ll see.”

You get to the last episode of the third season. You both sit up so you can watch intently. You were sobbing already, and Harry was getting to that point himself.

“Wait…he’s not goin’ with her?!” He looks at you. “I mean, I wasn’t in favor of them gettin’ married right away, but…he’s sendin’ her off to New York alone?”

You couldn’t even speak you were so upset.

“Finn, no, what the fuck?!” He looks at you again. “That’s how they ended it?”

“Yes.”

“And you had to wait an entire summer to know what happened next…Jesus.” He wipes his eyes. “This show is fucked up.”

“You said it.” You wipe your own eyes. “Come on, we need to go to sleep.”

“You can’t be serious, we need to-“

“Harry, it’s already after ten, come on. We can watch more tomorrow.”

“Okay, but only because I wanna cuddle some more.”

“Morning, Harry.” Isaac says as Harry walks in.

“Mornin’.” He takes his coffee from him. “Ah, thank you.”

“So your day is going to be interesting.”

“Define interesting…”

“Lot of single moms and their kids…”

“Oh, why is that interesting?”

“Look at the reviews of you on Facebook.” Harry comes around to Isaac’s computer to look. “See, this one says, both Harry and Mariah are extremely professional, I’m very happy with their work.”

“That’s…I’m very confused.”

“Look at all of the comments. Harry was amazing with my son, I can’t wait to bring my kids to see him, I wouldn’t mind him taking my photos…and they sort of escalated from there. You know how wine moms can be. I made it so some of them weren’t visible.”

“These people do know we do any type of portrait, they don’t just need to have their kids involved.”

“You’re missing the point. They’re thirsty for you.”

“Thirsty?” He scoffs.

“I notice them flirting with you from time to time.”

“A lot of people flirt with me.” He shrugs. “I just don’t flirt back.”

Just then a young woman and he toddler walk in. Her daughter was already dressed like Bat Man.

“Woah, looks like the Dark Knight has arrived, Isaac.” The little girl giggles.

“I had hoped she’d want to be a princess, but she insisted on Bat Man.” The mother sighs.

“Nothin’ wrong with that, is there?” He smiles. “I just need a few minutes to get settled and set up. Isaac can get you anything you need.” He turns and goes upstairs to his office.

“So, how’d you hear about us?” Isaac asks.

“Word of mouth. One of the other moms at Janey’s preschool raved about someone named Mariah, but she was all booked up today. Then someone else mentioned Harry might have more open spots since he owns the place.” Isaac nods. “I heard he’s very talented.”

“He is.” Isaac smiles.

Harry comes down shortly and gets his spot set up the way he likes. Mariah was in her office editing photos.

“Okay, Janey, I mean, uh, Bat Man, come on over.”

The little girl runs over to Harry.

“Janey, don’t run! I’m so sorry, she never listen to me.” The woman huffs.

“No worries.” Harry smiles and looks down at the girl. “Is it okay if I lift yeh up and what not?”

“Mhm.”

“Thank you.”

Harry picks her up and puts her on a chair decorated for Halloween. There were pumpkins and other Halloween things around her.

“Smile, Janey. Grandma’s gonna want to see that pretty face.”

“No.” She pouts. “Bat Man doesn’t smile, mumma.”

“She’s right.” Harry says. “But sometimes he does.”

“He does?” Janey asks.

“Oh sure. Right after he gets a bad guy, like when he sends the joker to jail, that makes him really happy.”

“Okay.” She giggles and Harry snaps a shot.

He’s able to get a lot of great shots of her, and wraps everything up. He hands Isaac the SD card from the camera. Lately, Harry had let Isaac touch up these simpler photoshoots.

“Isaac should have these to you in a couple of days with the design you chose.”

“Thank you so much, Harry. I haven’t seen her have so much fun since…well, I won’t bore you with my problems.”

Isaac has to refrain from making a gagging noises. He knew exactly where this was headed.

“You’re a single mum?” Harry asks.

“Mhm, it was all for the best, but she misses her daddy.”

“Yeah, that’s, uh, gotta be tough.” Harry and Isaac make knowing eye contact. “Well, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go give my fiancé a ring before my next appointment. It was nice meeting the both of you.”

Harry slips away and almost runs up to his office.

“Oh, he’s, um, not single?”

“Nope, very taken.” Isaac smiles. “Will that be cash or credit?”

#my everything #take it slow sequel #harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles fic #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles y/n #harry styles fluff #harry styles fluff fic #harry styles smut #harry styles smut fic #fluff #smut #sorry for the delay!#come hang in my ask box

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gilmores-glorious-blog · 4 years

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think of all the fun i´ve missed (think of all the fellas that i haven’t kissed)

merry (early) christmas @leifdonnellies! i was your secret santa and i had a lot of fun writing this fic for you :D i hope you enjoy it and have a great holiday season! (the title is from santa baby and really doesn’t fit with the fic all that well but i thought it was funny...)

Tobin Batra knew every word in the English dictionary, and yet he still didn’t know the right words to describe the chaos that was SPRQ Point holiday parties.

After going to one for this first time, Tobin immediately knew why STEM kids and queer kids were never the people throwing parties in high school. When you combined those groups into the group that was the fourth floor of SPRQ Point, the result was a drunken mess of a gathering.

The floor was cleared off as it would be for any business-related gala, but instead of tasteful lighting and tech speeches, there were tacky Christmas lights strung up and shitty music blasting from every speaker.

And yet, Tobin loved them. He loved his oddball group of friends and colleagues, and it was fun to hang out with them without any pressure of deadlines and CEO visits, and instead just a week-long break to look forward to. At recent parties, Zoey’s DJ friend Mo provided the music, and he did have objectively better music taste than anyone else there. Tobin liked Mo, and liked getting to chat with him at parties, mostly about music and queer stuff. Another plus of parties was seeing who gave the most outrageous white elephant gifts- Tobin was currently winning that competition ever since he gifted Max a live chinchilla a year ago. (Max still had the chinchilla. He named it Joan after their former boss, and it was beloved by everyone.) Yet another great thing about it was that it was the one night that they finally could replace the bread bar or oatmeal bar or whatever bar with an open bar, because apparently it was legal if it was for a party. But Tobin’s favorite thing about the holiday parties was the fact that it was the one night a year that his boyfriend let Tobin kiss him in front of their colleagues.

Leif was surprisingly shy about PDA, and had been as long as Tobin had known him. His parents weren’t exactly the most touchy-feely people, with each other or with their children, and it had clearly rubbed off on Leif. Tobin was fine with this, of course, he’d never want to make his boyfriend uncomfortable. Plus the two lived together, and Leif was incredibly touch starved at home, so it wasn’t really a big deal that they never did more than very occasionally hold hands at work. That being said, Tobin discovered recently that Leif found it “morally wrong”- Leif’s words, not Tobin’s- to disobey the laws of mistletoe, and he planned to fully exploit that fact at the party.

Mistletoe was a big thing at these parties- because obviously it was, what chaotic Christmas party was complete without a tiny, slightly-poisonous plant that required you to kiss whoever’s nearest to you if you found yourself under it? When they arrived at the party, Tobin snatched a cluster of mistletoe that was hanging right outside the elevators. He figured that was a fair place to steal it from, because as much as he loved the tradition, it was a bit of a cruel place to hang it, catching people off guard like that. Leif glanced over and saw him grab it, but just rolled his eyes as Tobin winked at him and smirked.

“Hey guys!” Zoey greeted as they joined the group. “You can put your gifts over there…” She pointed to a small pile before glancing at the package in Tobin’s arms with concern. “I do not want to know what’s in there this year.”

Tobin smiled wide. “Well, I tried hard to top Joan the chinchilla, but I think it was my peak.”

Leif and Zoey rolled their eyes in unison as Leif gave Tobin a shove towards the stack of gifts.

Tobin soon joined the rest of the party, dragging Leif with him and forcing him to dance to the loud music with him. As per usual, Mo had created a killer playlist, albeit a bit of a weird conglomeration of songs. Any playlist that went from a stunning, slow cover of Someday At Christmas (that seemed to have been sung by the DJ himself) immediately into the original version of Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer had to be made by someone at least a little bit high.

About an hour into the party, Tobin could tell that Leif was getting overwhelmed by all the people and the sounds, so he silently took his hand and pulled him into the nest.

“Thanks,” Leif said once they were out of earshot of others. He rubbed his neck awkwardly as he sat down on the conference table. “Sorry, I don’t know what was happening back there, I’ve been better with social stuff for a while, I guess it just… I dunno… it’s still hard sometimes.”

“Bro, it’s okay, I get it. You never need to apologize about anxiety stuff. And it’s not going to be all better, all the time, and that’s okay. You’ve been doing so good lately, Leif, and you deserve to celebrate that.” Tobin sat next to Leif and put his hand over Leif’s.

Leif turned to him and smiled softly. “Thank you, babe.”

Tobin lay his head on Leif’s shoulder and began rubbing gentle circles on Leif’s hand with his thumb. “You’re welcome.”

Neither man spoke for a few minutes, and Tobin could hear Leif doing some deep breathing, something he often did as a way to calm his anxiety.

Eventually, when Leif seemed to have fully relaxed, he turned towards Tobin and smiled at him again. “Have I mentioned that you look really nice tonight?”

Tobin laughed. “A few times. But you can tell me again.”

“Well you do. Really nice.”

Leif leaned forward and kissed Tobin, and Tobin counted it a win that his boyfriend kissed him at work with no mistletoe involved.

Tobin pulled away much sooner than he wanted to, because they were still at a party after all. “Hey, you ready to go back?”

Leif squeezed his hand before standing up. “Yeah. I think so.”

The two of them left the conference room, and only got a few strange looks from the other party-goers as they made their way back to the group.

“There you are!” Zoey said as she and Simon made their way over. “We were waiting for you to start gifts.”

The next half-hour was spent in a flurry of white elephant chaos, filled with plenty of cursing and sighing and coming close to tears begging someone to please steal their gift because they don’t even play an instrument, why do they need sheet music for the wii theme?! Although none of the gifts came close to the glory of Tobin’s chinchilla, it was unanimously decided that Leif won this year’s most outrageous gift with the collection of small cowboy hats that Simon ended up with (something Simon was weirdly pleased with receiving.) Tobin had pouted about this decision, seeing as the hats had originally been his idea, but his boyfriend looked so pleased about winning such a stupid contest that Tobin let him take the win without too much complaining.

It was getting late, and the party would likely be wearing to a close soon. People were still dancing, however- Leif being one of them. He and Zoey and Simon were in the middle of the floor, moving in a way that they must have considered “dancing” (but was really just a weird movement of limbs all over the place).

The red and green lights were reflecting in Leif’s hair, making the blond curls glow in a way that could only be described as magical. His suit jacket had been abandoned at some point in the evening, so he was wearing only a deep red short sleeve dress shirt with a green vest over it. Despite the cliche color scheme, the outfit looked great on Leif. Tobin watched as Leif threw his head back in laughter at something Simon said, and felt a weird flutter in his heart at the sight. Even after nearly two years of dating Leif, and nearly twelve years of being in love with him, the other man never failed to make Tobin feel like he was fifteen again, looking over at the boy playing video games on the couch next to him, and being hit with a rush of feelings so sudden and so strong that Tobin thought he was dying.

Tobin moved suddenly from where he’d been standing next to George, asking his friend to hold his drink for a moment. He joined Leif on the dance floor right as Santa Baby faded out (the dance moves done for that song did not bear repeating, to say the least), and faintly processed Mo announcing that their final song of the night was White Christmas because it had just started snowing in San Francisco, so of course it was.

“Hey.” Tobin announced his presence as he sidled up next to Leif, swaying slightly to the melody.

“Hi!” Leif turned around so quickly that he needed to steady himself by grabbing on to Tobin’s waist (nothing Tobin was complaining about), his face flushed from dancing.

“Care to dance?” Tobin put his arms up and around Leif’s shoulders, noticing out of the corner of his eye that Zoey and Simon had begun to slow dance away from them, seemingly lost in each other.

Leif just smiled in response and began leading Tobin slowly around the floor. Neither one of them were particularly great at dancing, but it didn’t matter. As Tobin heard the song drawing to a close, he fumbled in his jacket pocket for the mistletoe he had grabbed earlier. Upon finding it, he raised his arm above both him and Leif’s heads so that the mistletoe hung above them.

“Hey L.” Tobin said to get his boyfriend’s attention, because he’d somehow not noticed the commotion.

“Yeah?”

“Look up.” Tobin smirked.

Leif did so and immediately rolled his eyes and blushed.

“Well?” Tobin knew he was being obnoxious but didn’t care. “I seem to recall someone here saying that it was wrong to not follow the rules of mistletoe. Are you really gonna go back on your word now-”

Leif shut Tobin up by kissing him.

Tobin smiled into the kiss, moving his non-mistletoe hand to cradle Leif’s face. People were probably staring at them, but he didn’t care. It’s not like no one knew they were together.

Leif pulled back after a minute, slapping the mistletoe with indignance until Tobin lowered his arm. Their faces were still close, foreheads resting together.

“Merry Christmas Tobes.”

Tobin gave Leif another quick kiss and smiled at him. “Merry Christmas Leif.”

#also i'm pretty sure every fic i've seen so far as had a theme of mistletoe and mine is no different so uh.. i hope you enjoy that trope #zepsanta2020 #zep #zoey's extraordinary playlist #zep secret santa #zep fic #zep fanfiction #zoey's extraordinary playlist fic #coder boyfriends #coder bfs #coder boyfriends fic #leif donnelly #tobin batra #leif x tobin #leif donnelly x tobin batra #eli.writes

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 4 years

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We Gotta Watch The Wet Bandits

Summary- 2k Me (calling him Mike) x Y/N. (Playing It Cool AU) Beginning of the Christmas Season, and Mike is about to finish up a script. It's all just fluffy and such. No warnings. Written for @jtargaryen18 30 Days of Chris.

A/N- Part One, I will be writing a couple more chapters.

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow...

You hummed to yourself as you walked along the main street, bags in your hands, and taking your sweet time while looking in window displays. Of course California, it never snowed, and you had to say you missed it, which caused a bit of a sigh as you looked at a scene with the backdrop looking like a little New England town. Old church, a general store, horse and sleigh just about to enter a covered bridge, snowy covered hills in the background that appeared to have kids sliding. The one next to it was New York City, Rockefeller Center with it's big beautiful tree made you sigh a bit wistfully. Mike always claimed he never want to see snow again after some disastrous ski trip his grandfather had taken him on when he was eight. But you felt that just about anything that happened to him when he was seven was ruined for him, due to being an abandoned boy and still trying to process his feelings.

Mind getting away from you, you jumped when your phone buzzing in your hand startled you, tearing your gaze away from your dream Christmas and down to the phone to see Mike's picture flashing. Hitting the accept call, you tucked it up to your ear as you continue. This time heading straight for the car that was just another block up. “Hey Mike, I'm just finishing up. You need me to grab something before I get home?”

You could hear clacking in the background, he was about a quarter of the way done from finishing his newest piece and at the stage where you would probably have to drag him to bed to get him to take a break. When he was close to finishing, he got lost into it trying to get it done. “You don't mind picking up dinner tonight? Sorry, I know I promised, but I'm so close to getting done baby. And you're going to love this one, I promise.” You roll your eyes a bit, but you weren't mad about it.

“Alright, but the moment you're done with that, you're taking me out to that nice place over on 5th street. And what do you want?”

“You mean that tie joint? You would make me promise to take you there. And uh... beef and broccoli. I can call it in.”

“Yes, that tie joint. Besides, it's all in your favor. I might let you use that tie on me later.” Your digging for your keys and you can hear a stutter in the clicking of keys, making you smirk. You just knew he was thinking now of what he could do with that tie and had the biggest grin on his face. “And order me sesame chicken. Eggrolls to.”

“You just had to say that, making me lose my train of thought!” Hearing him joked while you dropped the bags into the back and shut the door, you giggled into the phone. “Just keep imagining it, more incentive to finish.” You offer as an apology.

Hearing him resume typing. “You got a deal, ordering right now. Love you, baby, see you when you get home.” Once you returned the sentiment, he hung up and you checked the time, you had time to see how long you had to kill before food would be ready.

By the time you got your bags stashed away in the spare bedroom, Mike pulling away from his small office space in the living room to attempt a few sneak peeks, you shooed him away and sent him down to the car to get the food instead, and was sure to strategically hide the few things you had gotten for his stocking when you heard him out in the kitchen. “Back, you got everything hidden so I can try to find it, Babes?” You are sure to click the door shut a little hard and sauntered into the kitchen to grab plates. “If you go looking I will know. I booby-trapped the entire spare room.”

“Well fuck, don't threaten me with a good time Babygirl.” He teased while opening the bag, and pulling out the containers while you grabbed to plates. “I can and I will... you want a fork?” Grabbing spoons to plate the food. Mike unwraps a pair of chopsticks and clicks them together. “Nah, I got this, and I'm getting good at them.”

Snorting in a laugh, you shrug and just bring over the spoons, picking up the second pair and fitting them in your hand. “I told you that you would, it's not that hard.” He reaches over with his and pinched your arm with it, and you jab back at him, the two of you teasing and poking at each other in retaliation, till Mike called a truce, letting you get the last poke in. “Harder then it looks Y/N” Popping open containers and scooping stuff out, he grabs a piece of beef in the chopsticks and holds it out for you, that you grab and chew while scooping out the rice. “Damn I love when you order beef and broccoli.”

“I know, that's part of why I choose it.” Mike shrugs, taking some of the sweet chicken and plating it for himself. You pause with a furrowed brow. “Wait, you're not choosing it cause you want it?”

“Well of course I do. But I just know you happen to like it to. Don't question what I do.” Unwrapping egg rolls from the wax paper, he set one on your plate, and you still looked at him with a hint of doubt.

“What would you order if you're not sharing with me?” you question while grabbing the plates and handful of the sauce packets while proceeding to the living room, setting your two messy with piles of food plates on the coffee table. Mike followed along behind with two beer's, what's fast food Chinese without a beer to wash it down after all. “Beef and Broccoli... maybe generals tso's.”

You immediately wrinkle your nose at him, and he crashes on the couch next to you, handing you the beer. “See Weakling, why I don't order spicy food. You wrinkle your nose every time.” You push him back against the couch after sitting down the beer and move to straddle him, smirking as you pin his wrists down.

“Weakling? Not me Stud, just cause I don't wanna burn my taste buds off.” He can't help but grin at you acting tough, with your pinkish cheeks still from the cold, and your hair up in a ponytail, giving you a more girlish look. Easily he could have taken over, twisted to pin you beneath him, and cover you in kisses, tickling your hips till you were begging for mercy. But you to know all his weaknesses, and that lets a mischievous daring look in your eyes in case he challenged you. Twisting his hips quickly, he toppled you over and breaking your hold, he tickled along your sides, making you squeak out, grabbing at his hands and weaving your fingers with his to keep him from trying to tickle you again.

“You sure about that?” Mike asked as he hovered over you, leaning to catch your lips with his own, and you arch into the kiss. It was hard denying when he took over like this, you liked it. Flexing your fingers weaved with his, you sighed into the kiss, letting your head fall back and look up at him. “Okay fine, a little bit. But it is really hot.” Your nose wrinkled again and Mike kissed the tip of your nose, chuckling while pulling back, bringing you up with him. You curled at his side and reached to grab the remote, flicking through the holiday movies. “Next time that's what I'm ordering you,” you say as your searching.

“And I don't want to see you claiming you can handle it when we both know you cant.” Of course, it was an empty threat, as if he could ever tell you no when you wanted something. Mike waited to see what you were picking, seeing as you were on a mission for something specific, as soon as you got to your movie, he groaned and you giggled, hitting play. “You do know this is the one movie I'm watching tonight with you, I gotta go finish the last couple of chapters.” You lean forward and grab the plates, handing him his, and curling back up against his side, drawing your feet up, the all too familiar theme song playing. “Yes I know, and you know it's a tradition for me to watch The Wet Bandits as the first Christmas movie of the year.”

Twisting the chopsticks in his fingers to pick up his first bite, eyes focused on the screen. “What, no love for The Sticky Bandits?” Mike popped in his bite and chewed slowly while you were ripping into some duck sauce and pouring it onto your rice, offering him some that was denied with a shake of the head. “They are tomorrow night.”

“Oh, okay... watching in order.”

“Exactly, we can't watch New York before this one.” You scooped up some of your rice that was all sticky with sauce, licking your lips clean between chews.

Mike's gaze fell to the scenic picture, a large house, set in a great neighborhood, all decked out in white lights. “Is that what you want someday Babes?” he asked, and you tilted your head to look at him. “Mmmhh, no. Not like that. Right now I'm rather happy with our little apartment Christmas in Sunny California with Mallory and Samson getting tipsy and crashing on the couch, Scott trying to reenact A Christmas Carol, and Lyle redoing our tree. Which we have to get out of storage soon.”

“I can get it next weekend, and I don't mean this year... like down the road,” Mike asked, and set his plate aside, clearing his palate with a swing of beer, and you watched the mayhem of the family rush out of the house, leaving behind Kevin. “One day maybe, but I'm not in a rush to make all that happen.” You wave your chopsticks towards the tv, all the parents looking traumatized. “Someday though. Although I picture it more like the Griswolds. Everything is messed up, but fuck if we still aren't having a great time at life” You chuckle while popping your last bite of eggroll and set it on top of his.

His arm lifted around your shoulder and your head rested on his chest. Mike's fingers trailed up and down your arm while watching the film. “Although I wouldn’t hesitate to go back for a holiday sometime.” You said it so absently, just finishing a train of thought, but Mike caught it.

And with his newest work almost being finished, maybe sometime would be sooner rather than later. Brian had said that this was a well-anticipated script, and Mike had put his heart into this one. He didn't want to get ahead of himself, but he had high expectations for when it was going to be read. The thought stuck in his mind, once the movie was finished, food taken cared of, you turned to him after washing the plates. “I'm going to call it a night, don't forget to come to bed tonight.” You teased while giving him a slow kiss, and he nodded, rubbing his hands along your hips.

“Just one more chapter and I will be in, promise.” dropping a kiss to your shoulder, and a nuzzle to his neck, you leave him to continue writing, and get ready for bed. Once Mike hears the door close, he's immediately on his computer, pulling up a search engine.

He's groaning as most everything is the book for what he's looking for, but then one listing popped up, and he debates, his mouse hovering over the button. Should he jump on it or wait? He was very confident that it was good, that Brian would send it right out and it would be his payday. His finger itched to his the button, knowing just how much you would love this and not be suspecting anything like this. Without another moment's hesitation, you hit the okay button, and he got excited to tell you. But it was going to have to wait.

Now, time to finish that script.

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samwrights · 4 years

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I Don’t Care - Punk!AU [Kuroo]

Me: *hits a milestone* I should give back to my community by fulfilling requests *posts an Elixir chapter instead*

Hi everyone! Thank you so much for your kind words and patience regarding my abrupt hiatus last week. I’m gonna be on a slow roll for awhile with Grandpa Frenchy’s passing and me resuming my normal-ish life as work goes back to regular hours and school will be resuming in less than two months. But I’m gonna do my best to feed y’all when I can.

Remember that if you’re confused with what’s going on, that’s probably because this is the second installment of Kuroo’s Elixir route and need to read the first part which can be found here. Also, artwork is not mine so if we can find the artist, please let me know so that they can be properly credited!

Lyrics that are bolded are sung by Kuroo, while lyrics that are italicized are sung by you and if they are both, they are harmonized.

WARNINGS: Language, implied nsfw, mentions of nicotine and marijuana.

Word count: ~2.9k

Song used: I Don’t Care if You’re Contagious by Pierce the Veil

A complementary playlist can be found » here

The ball was in your court. That was what Kuroo had said to you last night. What that didn’t entail was the two of you christening every room in your little one bedroom apartment into the early hours in the morning. It shouldn’t have surprised you at all that Kuroo had a quick recovery time; after all he was a cocky little shit and apparently for good reason.

You were going to need to send apology baskets to your neighbors at some point when this was all said and done.

The ball was in your court, he said, and that somehow brought you to the following afternoon with you and Kuroo laying naked in your bed. Both of you were awake, you knew that, yet neither of you wanted to say anything to break the silence. Neither of you needed to—you were both finally home. Nestling yourself further into Kuroo’s blackened chest is what pulled the guitarist from his wandering thoughts, coercing him to look down at your shifting body. “Not comfy anymore?” His voice is thick with sleep still, and probably raw from dehydration.

“Trust me, I am. But we should probably go get ready.”

“Ugh,” the raven haired man groans, “right, we have a show.”

“Yes, honey, we have a show. Time to go make all twelve of our fans happy for thirty minutes.” He laughs heartily at the jab before pulling you on top of him in the most platonic way. Well, as platonic as you could be when you both were completely naked. You take the opportunity to look at him fully. Though his eyes were darkened from the lack of sleep, Tetsurō Kuroo was every bit as pretty as he was the day you’d met him ten years ago—even if his skin was now covered from neck to toe in black and white and bold-colored works of art and you could fit a single digit through the stretch of his earlobes. If anything, it added to his charm in your eyes.

Subconsciously, your fingers travel down his throat, just grazing over the three traditional style roses that cover it, before dancing over the skulls on his chest. As they trace over one of his pierced nipples, he lets out a grumble that’s a mixture of pleased and in warning. “You start playing with me, I’m not gonna stop.” And after last night, you knew that he wasn’t kidding.

“Fine, fine.” You concede, retreating in the form of resting your head on his chest. Silence fills the two of you again, allowing you to recount yesterday’s events that didn’t involve Kuroo impaling you. “You broke up with Nanami.” It wasn’t a question, but he answers it as if it were.

“I did,” there’s suspicion and trepidation in his voice, as if he’s weary of the direction this conversation is going. “What about it?” Searching for reassurance, he winds his arms around your waist, simultaneously goading you into continuing your statement.

“Nothing, I just...” you aren’t even sure what you’re trying to say at this point. “I just feel like a lot has happened in the last twenty four hours and I still need to process everything.”

“I can help if you need me to jog your memory about anything,” Kuroo’s tone is polite—sweet, even—and entirely contradictory with the thrust of his bare hips into yours.

“Tetsu, I’m being serious.” You deadpan, pretending that you didn’t feel that tiny spark in your core from the movement. Last night he may have been able to coerce you with touch, and even more in the long hours into the morning, but you weren’t going to be fooled again. At least not right now.

“I am too.” He adjusts himself slightly again so that he’s cradling you, eerily similar to last night, with you pulled over his lap. Despite the lack of clothing, there’s no humor or deviancy on his face—he’s completely calm and self-assured. “I know this situation isn’t ideal and this definitely isn’t the way I ever pictured us being together,” the sentence doesn’t go over your head—you’d be lying if you said that it didn’t bring some sort of pleasure to you, “but all that matters to me is that you want this as much as I do.”

You knew what this was. Kuroo was giving you the chance to back out—to move forward without him if you so desired.

But what was the point of living life without your best friend? Lacking a cohesive thought, you rested you head on Kuroo’s chest once again, letting the guitarist’s steady heartbeat bring ease to you. Maybe you were going about this all wrong. For the last ten years, it had taken everything in you try to mute the feelings that you had for Kuroo, or attempt to pass them off as a deep respect for your guys’ friendship. But that wasn’t what this was anymore; this was your guys’ relationship. “It’s a learning curve,” you start slowly, “but I’m willing to try and make this work if you are.”

“That’s all I’m asking for, babe.”

The two of you move about your day in a way that’s exploratory for the two of you—like it’s the first time you’ve ever seen each other. In a sense, that was an accurate depiction. Your guitarist makes it a point to make the both of you the first meal of the day, complete with setting the table and even doing the dishes. Showering together for the first time was odd, to say the least. It was an intimate form of learning and exploration that neither of you had ever thought the two of you would be able to bask in. After having lunch and getting ready for the show tonight, to which you learned that Kuroo had brought clothes with him in the event he did end up staying over, the two of you took his car over to Terushima’s house.

“No fucking way,” Terushima balks at the sight of you two briefly sharing a kiss as he holds the passenger door open for you while your other two bandmates are loading up the van. “He finally confessed! Makki!” The drummer calls for his best friend who’s walking out the door with two guitar cases in his hand. Without needing much context, the bassist quirks a brow in yours and Kuroo’s direction.

“You finally told her?” Is all he asks.

“You all fucking knew about this? Man, fuck you guys.” The incredulity in your voice earns a chorus of laughter from your bandmates.

“Dude, I don’t know how you didn’t figure it out sooner. The way he used to talk to you at work wasn’t a dead giveaway?” Makki is laughing, grinning even, despite his usual deadpan attitude. You try to think back to any particular instance, but nothing was as obvious as the rest of Elixir was making it seem. Sure, Kuroo was rather touchy and there was more than one case of his fingers touching your waist from behind while you took orders or made drinks. But there isn’t anything that he said that would necessarily incriminate him—

Oh.

“Now she remembers.” Kuroo jokes. He’d left your side at some point, when you weren’t entirely sure, to help the boys finish loading up. “Told ya, [name], I’m gonna marry you someday.”

“Gross, you guys are so cute, it makes me sick.” A roll of Teru’s bronze eyes are accompanied with the slamming of the back of the shoddy vehicle. Knowing it was going to probably be a minute or two, the drummer flitted off with Makki to do god knows what, probably off to go kill a blunt if you were being honest, in preparation for the evening, leaving you to curiously gaze at the cracks in the concrete driveway with a cigarette between your fingers.

“There’s no way you meant that back then.” Your voice isn’t accusatory or judgmental—merely flabbergasted as your guitarist leaned on his car right next to you.

“I did and I still do,” is his response, pulling his own Marlboro Red between his thin lips, “I’ve been saying it since day one and I never stopped saying it for ten years.” His bulky arm comes to wrap around your shoulders, nearly swallowing you due to the difference in stature. Yet, despite his sweet words, something wasn’t adding up.

“Kuroo, you never said anything to me besides that one time you told a regular that I was your future wife.” He shakes his head slightly, a laugh rumbling audibly in his chest as he rolls up the jersey fabric of his long sleeves. Pressing his knuckles together so you can see them clear as day, he responds with,

“Homesick was for you, because you always said how being together felt like home.” And suddenly, you feel like time was regressing as he begins to point out the subtleties you never noticed previously. “All of the roses are for every time I swore I was going to confess,” you knew for a fact that Kuroo had seven roses littered along his skin: three on his throat, one on each hand, and one on each of his pecs. “the lipstick marks are from ‘Contagious’ because I wrote it for you. I’ve been saying it since day one, [name].”

“Wait, you wrote ‘Contagious’ for me?!” At that admission, you weren’t sure whether or not you should have been pleased or disturbed. There were themes hidden in the song that could be viewed as romantic, but overall the song was quite morose and not to be considered a love song at first glance. Maybe that was the point.

“Oh, baby, you’re so dense it hurts.”

“So how’s everyone doing tonight? We feelin’ good? Feelin’ the love?” You ask into your microphone after the four of you had completed the one fully acoustic song, “A Part of Me”. Who knew that Hanamaki had such a romantic side to him? It was cute, considering the lax man typically didn’t show much emotion except when he was performing. “So, we’re gonna keep the love theme going—“ your eyes dart over to your guitarist who is grinning like an idiot. It seemed that the pieces were finally coming together in the sense that you knew.

You knew that he was dead set on making good on every promise he’d ever made to you and Kuroo was going to make this known to every fan in the rather large audience tonight as he interrupts your spiel. “I wrote this one a few years ago for someone I’d been pining after for years so if you’re in the same boat that I was in, make sure you tell them you love them.” The guitarist chimes in, his goofy, wicked grin only growing wider. “Love you, [name].” The proclamation does not go amiss by you, your bandmates, nor your audience that housed familiar faces that swore up and down they wouldn’t be in attendance tonight. But neither you nor Kuroo noticed the aforementioned stranger—only noticing the sly, subtle grin the two of you exchanged before the guitarist gave a shrill whine of his instrument that started the song.

Even before realizing this song was...written? Dedicated? However you viewed it, this song was for you and before that knowledge had even been made known to you, you’d always found it to be a strange, enticing verbal dance between you and the guitarist. You and Kuroo often teetered back and forth like a seesaw, bouncing between lines as he intended when he wrote it. It only charged the chemical static between the two of you further now that you understood who it was written about.

Bury me in the bedroom where I I can sing you to sleep all night

Considering the nature of the song, Kuroo and you had your eyes locked on each other’s to make sure the two of you were keeping time and tempo with the other. Or at least, that was what you were supposed to be doing. But with the way the guitarist’s hazel eyes were dancing with amusement and comfort like he was aware of some joke you had no idea existed.

I’d rather kill the one responsible for falling stars at night

It amused you, to some degree, just how all over the place this song was. And while you had known that back when it came to fruition, the air was different now. It was wild and fun and laced with underlying feelings that left you feeling alive much like the last twenty four hours had. Though the hesitance that first presented itself yesterday was no longer there—you believed everything Kuroo had said. The years of pining, the futile attempt to move on, even the way he marred his skin as a physical representation of his dedication to you—you believed it all.

Last night she recited every reason she’s fine

In a way, it made you feel a little silly. Silly in the way that you had felt you hadn’t been able to trust your best friend after all these years, like you couldn’t tell him you had been homesick for him. Keeping up a facade for all those years had only served to hurt and distance the two of you for no reason. Now, the two of you were going to heal, going to focus on rebuilding that home as soon as this show was over.

You sing while I drive

Not once did it go amiss, the way Kuroo glanced at you, hazel eyes flickering back between you and towards the barricade in the audience to your right. At first, it seemed nonchalant; like it was an attempt to engage with the crowd as he typically did. But Kuroo was always meticulous and calculating with his actions, and that lead you to glance in the same direction while you sang your respective lines in the second verse.

I would rather spend my life Vacations in bed with you like drunken summer kites

So that’s why he was looking over there. Funny, considering Nanami had explicitly said that she was unable to make it to the show because of some piss poor excuse of her fabricated brother coming back into town. Under normal circumstances, this would have been an awkward situation. But it wasn’t your fault she had been caught in a lie, nor was it your fault that Kuroo had decided to break up with her last night. Well, okay, maybe it was a little. But it wasn’t your fault she felt the need to grace the audience with her present after saying she wasn’t going to show up. It wasn’t your fault she was red in the face as she glanced at the on-stage chemistry between you and her now ex-boyfriend.

To live in life and die

None of that even mattered anymore, and Kuroo made sure to reassure you of that by the silly way he’s grinning slyly as the end of the song nears. For a moment, you look at each of your bandmates to see if they were watching, paying attention to the telepathic messages going on between the four of you.

I don’t care if you’re sick

Hanamaki, though he’s wearing his typical glassed out look, is reciprocating a languid smile—one you were all too familiar with. Makki was the kinda that had your back regardless of the situation, and he made sure his expression reflected it often.

I don’t care if you’re contagious

Looking back at Terushima, you can see the snark and the itch to fight underneath his sweaty, glistening skin. As if he knew what the hidden glances between you and Kuroo meant; as if he knew some shit was about to go down and he was all over it.

I would kiss you even if you were dead

And finally, you glance back at Kuroo as the two of you harmonized the final bridge. Calm and cocky as ever, with red lighting serving to be nearly ominous. Though, it only made the reds of the roses on his skin shine more and serve as a reminder—they were for you. All seven roses from his neck, to his chest peeking from underneath his black tank, from his shoulder to his hand.

So if we’re heading there together you can sing all night

It served as a reminder that no matter what was to come after the show, the two of you would face it together. Even if that meant confronting the entire awkward Nanami situation that you knew was coming. Not that you minded—you were ready to defend Kuroo and yourself from any impending onslaught.

I’m gonna tear out the thread one by one from your skin ‘Til your bones feel embarrassed by all the attention

As Kuroo belted out his favorite stanza, he locked eyes with you, turning his body to face you entirely. Amusement danced in his eyes, not that it ever left, but this one was painted with something more. Painted with love, painted with lust, painted with home. The guitarist took slow, steady steps matching the rhythm of his words and letting the bass and drums overtake the sound as he grabbed his mic off his stand—an action you mirrored with your own microphone in hand until the two of you were face to face with the reverberation of his last played note floating in the air.

Kiss me while I drive

The song ended with a pronounced yell coming from Hanamaki and yourself before Kuroo places his microphone back on his stand; all but rushing over to you and choking your face in his large, tattooed hands and slatting his lips over yours. In front of everyone—in front your band, your fans, in front of Nanami. He’d made his proclamation in front of everyone and nothing had ever felt more right.

[ Besitos « I Don’t Care » Misery Business ]

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takingcourage · 4 years

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Additions: Part Six

Here’s a link to my masterlist if you need to catch up!

Pairing: Jaime x MC

Word Count: 3,600

Summary: The Lewis household prepares for the arrival of its sixth member.

Note: Thanks for your patience, friends. I’m sorry this update has been so long in coming. Grading took all of my brainpower (and most of my free time) toward the end of the year, and it’s taken some time to get back into the habit of working with words for fun.

Only an epilogue left to go!

July, 2028

“Can I ask a personal question?”

Arden came to the end of the line she was reading and raised her head slowly. Sophia traced every movement, mouth tugged to the side like it always was when she was trying to gauge reactions.

It was almost frightening how skilled the teenager was at picking up on nonverbal cues. In the year they’d spent together, Arden had learned more about her own body language from her daughter’s thoughts than she had in over decade of working in television.

Realizing she still hadn’t answered the question, Arden bobbed her head in assent. “Sure.”

“Are you pregnant?”

Arden sucked a breath. It was hardly the question she’d expected.

“Yes…” she began tentatively, then set the packet of coffee on the counter. Ignoring the bag of grounds, she turned to face Sophia. “We were waiting until after Family Day to tell you and the boys,” she offered by way of explanation.

Her daughter dumped another spoonful of granola into her morning yogurt. “Makes sense.” Sophia paused to meet Arden’s eyes before resealing the container. “I don’t think they’ve noticed anything, but you’ve been acting weird lately. Drinking decaf coffee and taking pills and stuff. My second grade teacher was always complaining about that when she was pregnant.”

Ignoring the glimpse into her daughter’s past, she motioned for her to follow into the dining room. “Sophia,” she began, sitting so that she could look the girl directly in the eyes. “I know you probably weren’t expecting this when you came to live here. Jaime and I weren’t either. But I need you to know that won’t change anything about how much we love you and your brothers.”

A glint of uncertainty passed over her daughter’s face, but it vanished quickly. “Well, no. I know that,” she insisted, forcing a laugh.

The pit in Arden’s stomach loomed at the unnatural sound. This is exactly what I was hoping to avoid. How do I fix it?

The girl avoided her gaze and picked up her spoon. When her eyes rose from the woodgrain of the table, Arden could just see the glisten of unshed tears.

“Sophia...”

“I’ll be okay,” she insisted, dropping the spoon and nudging her bowl a few inches forward. “It’s kind of a lot though.”

Tell me about it, Arden considered, heart wrenching as she watched her daughter battle with her emotions. “Jaime and I are excited, but it’s a lot for us too. We’ve loved having a family of five.”

“Yeah.”

“And we’ll figure out what it means to be a family of six.” She might have missed the solitary tear on Sophia’s cheek if she hadn’t seen the hand she raised to bat it away. Arden opened her mouth in reassurance, but Sophia cut her off before she could speak.

“Don’t worry -- I’m okay. I’m fine.” The tremor in her voice suggested otherwise.

Arden considered challenging the assertion, but thought better of it. “I’m still getting used to the idea. It means adding onto the house again and figuring out a lot of things with work. Things may get tricky.”

“I can share a room with the boys again, if it helps.”

Arden mentally kicked herself for bringing up that aspect of their preparations. Of course her people-pleasing daughter would want to volunteer anything she could think of. “Absolutely not. No one’s giving up any bedrooms. We’ve got it figured out.”

“Okay.”

“And not to pressure you, but this baby is so, so lucky to have you as an older sister. You’re pretty incredible.”

“Thanks,” Sophia muttered, pulling her breakfast back within reach. “I’ve gotten lots of practice with the boys.”

Arden slid her palm across the table with emphasis. “Think you can handle one more?”

Sophia’s free hand stretched toward her until their fingers met in the middle. “Probably.” Fresh panic drained all color from her features, and her brow worried itself into knots. “As long as it’s not another brother.”

Laughter sprang to Arden’s lips as she drew her hand back. “I’ve been hoping for a girl too. It’d be nice not to be outnumbered anymore.”

“Good.” The syllable floated across the table almost conspiratorially. “I don’t want to be like that princess in Cordonia. Three brothers is too many.”

"Three brothers is a lot...but maybe don’t tell the boys that I said that?”

Sophia smirked around her spoon. When she finished the bite, the expression had turned to a smile. “I won’t tell them anything. Promise.”

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August, 2028

This definitely doesn’t fit anymore, Arden determined, standing before her full-length mirror. In most outfits, no one would even realize she was pregnant. At four months along, she was still getting by with wearing looser clothes and staying away from her trademark pencil skirts when she was at work. This particular garment was an aberration.

The “safe” bathing suit she used for family outings had made a lot of sense at the time of purchase more than a year ago, but the additional fabric now meant that the entire top was embarrassingly tight.

“Damn, Arden. Your body is amazing. ”

She treated her husband to a small reflected smile and untied the straps behind her neck. “Amazing or not, I’m definitely not going swimming like this.” Jaime helped to ease the fabric over her shoulders, fingers skimming her ribs along the way. She shivered at the contact and leaned back against his chest.

“I would hope not. If we ever decide to go skinny dipping again, the kids are definitely not invited...” he trailed off upon noting the tension in her shoulders. “Babe, what’s wrong?”

Arden leaned forward to dig through the open drawer, wondering if she could pretend not to have heard the question. He squeezed her side with a gentle hand.

“It’s just... I keep thinking about next summer. We’ll have the baby’s schedule to work with and we won’t be able to take off and do fun things with the kids whenever we want to...” The words ended in a sigh as she met his eyes in the mirror.

Jaime’s brows knit together. “You’re worried?”

“Aren’t you?”

He thumbed the seam of her discarded suit, gaze dropping as he considered her question. I want this baby, Arden.

“I want it too,” she assured, interrupting his thoughtful silence. “But so much is changing again and I just got used to it being this way. Our kids just got used to things and now we’re changing it all again.”

How many times do I have to tell you that we’ll solve this together? Please stop freaking out.

His whispered thought cut through her escalating worries.

“I didn’t mean to think that.”

“I know,” she groaned. Thinking better of her initial response, she tried to lighten the mood. “But it’s true. We will figure it out...eventually. I just hate feeling so uncertain.”

Tossing the bathing suit to the mattress, he held his arms open with invitation. For a moment, she pressed her cheek to his chest and tried to set her fears aside.

“The kids are going to be fine,” Jaime asserted. "Will’s already started bragging about how he isn’t going to be the baby anymore, and you know Sophia is happy that she’ll finally have a sister. Alex is gonna come around sooner or later. He just needs more time.”

“That child always needs more time...” she muttered, turning back to the drawer to find a suitable replacement. “I love him dearly, but it’d be a lot easier if he just processed things as they happened instead of bottling them up.”

Jaime’s brow quivered at the complaint, and it wasn’t long before Arden took his meaning.

“Stop! I’ve gotten a lot better.”

He took the fastenings of her new swimsuit and began working. “Yes, you have. Alex will get there someday too.”

“I really hope so.”

“Maybe even today!” he offered, something akin to a challenge in his eye.

She brushed it off and directed her eyes toward the ceiling. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you love me for it,” he deduced, capturing her lips in a kiss as he released the fastened straps.

“Very much.” She caught his eye in the mirror again, but this time the smile was genuine. They had every right to be optimistic, of course. This was just the latest in the series of hurdles their family had faced. If their track record was anything to go by, everything was going to work out...eventually.

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October, 2028

"Last call for trick or treating!”

Will was testing out the length of his sleeves in the hall mirror, but Jaime’s announcement gave him pause. Seizing the subsequent chance to pester his brother, he darted into the living room. “Please come! We’ll get twice as much candy.”

Alex burrowed deeper into the couch cushions and shoved another handful of popcorn into his mouth.

“I’ll take that as a no,” Jaime deduced, trading glances with Arden.

In the kitchen and out of Alex’s view, Arden gave him a small shrug. Their eldest son had been adamant that he was too old this year. In spite of his brother’s relentless cheer and encouragement, he appeared to be standing his ground.

“I’ll bring you back some Skittles,” Will flourished his bag as if to make good on the promise. “Do you think Sophia’s getting candy at Ava’s house? I’ll try to get some extras for her too.”

“That’s really sweet of you, bud,” Jaime encouraged, guiding him into the hall. “I’m sure she’d love that.”

“Last call?” Will echoed in a pitiful refrain as he trudged toward the door.

Mouth full, Alex murmured an approximation of, “I’m good.”

“Have fun, you guys! We’ll stay here and hold down the fort.” After waving them off, Arden returned to the living room. “Ready to start this thing?”

“Sure.”

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes at Alex’s feigned nonchalance. Like he hasn’t been asking to see this film for months, she quipped internally, mashing her thumb against the play button on the remote.

The dull screen came to life, and a quick glance was enough to tell Arden that her son was much more engaged in the proceedings than he was willing to let on. Turning her attention to her own bowl of popcorn, she sorted through the pieces to find which ones had the most color.

Stupid salt cravings.

Keeping one eye on the screen, she fell to musing. It seemed like she'd been measuring months for an eternity, fixated somewhat arbitrarily on the one-year anniversary of having the kids with them. Now that they'd passed it, time had started to fly. The fact that this was already their second Halloween together was baffling. Soon, they'd pass their second Thanksgiving, second Christmas, second New Year's Eve...

The doorbell chimed, yanking her back to reality.

Vaguely aware of the car chase taking place before her, Arden set the bowl aside and moved to answer the door. A strange weightlessness came over her as she stood, but darkness clouded her vision before she could move further.

Arden woke slowly, floating and devoid of sense. Tingling returned in increments through her fingertips, creeping along the rest of her skin as she tried vainly to clear the cobwebs from her head. A firm hand gripped her shoulder, but it took several moments to place it.

"Arden? Arden, you okay?" Alex's voice was the most concrete thing that she could latch onto.

"M'fine," she managed around a cottony tongue. "I must have gotten dizzy."

With some effort, she trained her eyes on the boy. Sweat beaded across her forehead as her body attempted to reset itself, and she felt the flush run through her core and out over her limbs.

"I think -- I think you fainted. I looked up and you fell over all of a sudden."

She blinked, mind too fuzzy to formulate a response.

Alex stared back with pleading eyes, his worry etched in every crease of his brow. “Is the baby okay?” Please let my sister be okay.

Even in her disoriented state, her throat immediately thickened. That simple shift from the baby to my sister spoke volumes. “Yeah, I just stood up too fast. Sometimes that happens.”

“Do you need medicine? I can get it for you if you tell me where it is, or --”

Arden sat up straight, brushing a hand through the air in protest. “I just haven’t had enough to drink today. I’ll be fine.”

“Lemme get you some water.”

Her head had stopped swimming by the time he returned with a brim-full glass.

“Lemme know if you need more when that’s gone,” he offered, handing her the drink. “And are you sure you’re okay? I don’t...” the words trailed, but she heard the rest of the sentence: I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.

“Alex, listen to me. The baby and I are going to be fine. We’re so much better already.” She made a show of drinking from the glass. “This is going to help too. I’ll let you know if anything changes. In the meantime, don’t worry -- okay?”

“Okay. But I’m gonna take care of all the trick or treaters from now on. You can stay on the couch and get better. We don’t even have to watch the rest of the movie if you don’t want to.”

She took another long sip to counteract the sudden ache in the back of her throat. “Nope, I want to finish it. We’ve got to figure out what happens to those kids who got lost in the woods.”

“Oh, yeah.” He tried to keep his eyes on the screen, but she felt him staring at her countless times as the film progressed. Quiet as he was, his thoughts spoke for him: nothing in the movie was going to scare him as much as what he’d already seen.

That unspoken burst of feeling was all she was likely to get from her middle child, but it was more than enough to satisfy. As usual, Jaime was right. Alex was coming around after all.

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February, 2029

The snow had just started to fall when Jaime pulled into the driveway. The morning temperatures had been just enough to thaw some of last week’s snow, and he knew it would only be a matter of time before the streets were coated in ice.

“C’mon, let’s get inside before we freeze.”

“Do we still have hot chocolate?” Sophia asked, shutting the car door a little harder than she needed to. The force of the movement suggested she already knew the answer to the question.

Jaime unlocked the front door, gesturing for the teenager to enter the house before him. “We’ll make sure to add cocoa mix to the list on the counter. Julie offered to run by the grocery store later this evening.”

“I bet Alex drank all of it while we were gone.”

The offending brother was nowhere to be found -- a likely sign that he was in his bedroom. Will looked up briefly when they came in, but was soon engaged again in the round of checkers he and Harry were playing at the coffee table.

“’Scuse me,” Harry offered in apology, pausing their game to follow Jaime toward the coat closet.

Jaime faced his father in law with an easy grin. “Hey! Thanks again for helping out this afternoon. How’d it go?”

The other man pulled a skeptical face as Jaime shrugged out of his coat. “She’s trying to do too much. When we got here, she was unloading the dishwasher and listening to Will’s reading practice and everything. She thinks that baby carrier means she can do anything.”

With a sigh, Jaime eased the sleeves over the hanger. The image his father-in-law described came to his mind all too readily. He’d spent the past three weeks preventing as much undue exertion as possible, but there was only so much he could do. “Harry, I stopped trying to control your daughter a long time ago. We both know she’s going to do those things whether we want her to or not. The rest of us do as much as we can, but she got an extra dose of stubbornness from somewhere.”

“That’s why we were here,” Julie cut in with a hand at Harry’s elbow. “I went and stayed with my son for two whole weeks when his wife had their first baby. The least I can do is come by every once in a while to help around the house.”

“We all appreciate it -- truly,” Jaime assured. “I take it Arden’s upstairs?”

A door slammed from the direction of the boys’ room, and Alex’s voice spilled into the hallway, “It wasn’t me! There was still a packet and a half the last time I had any.”

“Brothers are such...” Sophia censored herself as she passed the group of adults. At her pasted-on smile, Jaime raised an eyebrow before giving his focus back to his in-laws.

“Last I knew, she took the baby up there to nurse. That was about half an hour ago, I think.”

“I’ll go check in and let her know we’re back.”

Jaime climbed the stairs, cautiously testing the handle of their door before swinging the whole thing open. He’d interrupted their daughter’s naps just a handful of times, but they’d been enough to make him wary of doing it again.

Arden stirred as he came in, her voice quiet, but fully awake. “What time is it?”

“A little bit after 4:00. Did I wake you up?” His wife was in the center of their bed, body curled protectively around the weeks-old infant that lay inside.

“No, there was some noise downstairs.” At Jaime’s sigh, she continued, “ It’s fine; they didn’t know. I didn’t mean to fall asleep in the first place.”

“I’m still sorry you had to wake up to a fight about hot chocolate packets.”

“At least it’s a change of pace. I don’t remember the last time I woke up to something other than crying.”

“Me neither,” he agreed, taking a seat at the edge of the bed. From this position, one tiny fist was visible. The rest of the newborn’s body was shielded from view, but the glimpse was enough.

Their baby was perfect. So perfect, in fact, that Jaime knew he could go the rest of his life without making anything that could ever compare. Each exquisite feature, from her thick crop of dark brown hair to the slender toes he knew were curled tight beneath the flannel of her pajamas, proved that their daughter was a work of art.

He’d never put much stock in blood relations. The few family members that he vaguely remembered from childhood had disappeared from his life long ago.

And even though he didn’t love this baby any more than he loved the three kids downstairs, this love was a little different, somehow. Already, there were traces of Arden in this child -- traces of him. Their family had never felt like it was missing anything, but none of them could deny how much more complete it felt now that Lindy had entered the scene.

“How was the concert?” Arden asked, startling him from his musings.

“You’ll have to ask Sophia about it later, but I’d call her pre-birthday celebration a success.”

“I’m sure she loved it.”

“I am too,” Jaime beamed, remembering how intently their daughter had watched all of the proceedings onstage. “And she loved getting to stick around and meet the musicians. Tony said to tell you hi, by the way.”

"Did you tell him hi back?” she inquired before her mouth was hijacked by a yawn.

“Of course. How have things been here?”

“Fine when I came up. Dad’s been telling me not to do so much, but what else is new?”

“And Lindy?”

Arden hiked a hand through her hair and arched her back, rolling toward him so that he could see the sleeping baby clearly. “As happy and sleepy as always,” she whispered, eyes following his to watch the sleeping infant.

“We got so lucky.”

Arden smothered another yawn against her hand. “You know that saying that is practically asking for trouble, right? She’s not even a month old yet.”

“Look how well she’s fit in so far. Besides, it’s kind of hard not to think she’s perfect when she’s got your cute little nose and eyebrows.”

“And your toes, unfortunately…”

Jaime shoved out his chin in retaliation. “Maybe she’ll have long fingers like me too,” he wondered, reaching out a hand to brush the hair from Arden’s forehead. “You’ve always complained about how short yours are.”

“They’re terrible for typing and playing instruments. Why do you think our band never worked out?”

“There were a lot of reasons...” he reflected. With the pad of his index finger, he followed the dimpled line at Lindy’s wrist. The baby continued to sleep despite his intrusion, her serene face turned toward Jaime’s body.

“What are you thinking about?”

He rubbed his jawline with a wry smile. “I’m pretty sure you know what it is already.”

“Maybe,” she evaded coyly. “Humor me anyway?”

“That you’re still my best girl, but you’re not the only girl in my life anymore. And that I’m pretty damn lucky to have three amazing ladies in my family.”

“The boys are pretty great too,” she reminded with a fond smile, allowing both eyes to flutter shut.

“Arden?”

One eyelid rose. “Uh-huh?”

“I think we might have the best family ever.”

She grinned at the absurd statement. “We’re so biased. But I think you may be right.”

#playchoices #playchoices fanfiction #wishful thinking #jaime lewis #jaime x mc

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foxanddanapetrie · 5 years

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We’ve Got Tonight

A/N: WOW ok so I think this is one of it not my favorite fic I’ve ever written especially with the brain of @absolutetosh fueling me with lethal headcannons so this is all thanks to her. We were talking about how I’ve never really read any marriage fics because Mulder and Scully are super unconventional and I never felt the need for them to get married BUT THEN WOW WE WENT ON A BRAINSTORMING SESSION and this is what happened.

Summary - Mulder and Scully elope? around IWTB/ post IWTB era and its super fucking cute and I’m sorry i don’t know what else to say. It’s fluff.

Their bed sits in the middle of the room with a nightstand on either side. Hers has stack of books on it, some are medical and some are her favorite classics including her old worn out copy of Breakfast at Tiffany’s. On his side, there’s an array of things he takes out of his pockets everyday and a few wallet sized pictures of him and Scully. The lamp on her side creates a soft glow against the moonlight beaming down on them.

His hands cup her breasts as she moves up and down, both of them becoming one like the many times they have before. He loves the feel of her, how warm and surreal she feels. It’s like coming home for him and she’s really the only ever home he’s ever cared about. She reaches for his hands and entwines their fingers as she rides him. Her hair falls forward and frames her face as she looks him in the eyes. He feels her pulse around him as the waves she’s riding spill over. He quickly follows as she slows her rhythm, still clenching his hands.

She stays there for a minute after, catching her breath, telling him with her eyes everything he already knows. He looks up at her and says something he’s surprised hadn’t slipped out sooner.

“Marry me.” He smiles.

“Mulderrrr.” She says, breathlessly as she cups his face in her hands and kisses him.

“I’m serious. I know you don’t do big ceremonies or anything but we could just go down to the justice of the peace or something.

“Mulder,” she says in barely a whisper “we don’t need to get married. We’ve been together for 15 years.”

“Just think about it.” he winks at her and she rolls her eyes.”

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When she comes home from work the next day, she slouches her bag off her shoulder and sets it on the couch. He walks over and stands behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and kisses her neck. He breathes her in as she turns around to face him.

“What do you feel like for dinner?” He asks her.

“I don’t really know. We really don’t have anything in the fridge. Do you want to get delivery?”

“Nah, I’m kind of sick of pizza.”

“Me too. Do you...maybe want to check out that bar a few streets down? I’ve heard good things and I could go for some wings or something.”

“A girl after my own heart.”

When they walk into the bar, there is a band playing and people dancing on the small, scuffed up panelled flooring that probably served as something other than a dance floor in previous years. Couples are holding each other and holding each others drinks as they mingled with their friends..

“Wow, who knew this town had such nightlife?” Mulder says, smiling at Scully.

“Mulder this is fine. Let’s grab a place to sit, I’m starving.”

“Hmm I wonder what drained all your energy…” he says and she slaps him across the arm with her jacket.

They sat at the bar and ordered a couple rounds of drinks while they ate their wings.

“This band is pretty good.” Scully says, turning her barstool around to watch them. She puts her arm on Mulder’s shoulder and he turns to her. Her face is flushed and her eyes are fixed on his. “Do you wanna dance?”

“Dana Katherine Scully who knew you were such a romantic?”

“Shut up Mulder.” She hops off the barstool and takes his hand and leads him onto the dancefloor. It’s cramped between the other couples all at varying degrees of drunkenness but they find a spot just as the next song starts. The singer of the band starts with the first lyrics of “We’ve Got Tonight” and they begin to slow dance. She rests her head on his chest and he rests his chin on her and they sway back and forth as if there’s no one else around them.

We’ve got tonight

Who needs tomorrow

We’ve got tonight, babe

Why don’t you stay

Scully looks up at him, her cheeks still pink from the few glasses of wine she had. She’s eyeing him like she’s trying to get him to know what she’s thinking. After all these years, sometimes her face was still an enigma to him.

“You look like you’re plotting something.” he says looking at her and brushing a piece of stray hair behind her ear.

“Oh I’m the suspicious one, am I?” she jokes.

He laughs “No for real, what are you thinking.”

“I was just thinking...what if we go do that thing you mentioned yesterday?”

He opens his mouth to form the word “what” but before he can speak, he realizes what she means.

“You mean right now?”

“Right now.”

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They get in the car and start driving to the town hall.

“Mulder, what time is it? Is there even going to be anyone there?”

He looks down at his watch. “It’s 7:00”

She looks down at her hands in her lap, “Dammit.”

Mulder reached into the console and takes out his cell phone and starts dialing.

“Mulder, what are you doing?”

He holds up his finger to tell her to hold on for a minute and she watches him, somewhat intrigued and somewhat impatient to find out what he’ll get them into.

“Hey, Daniel? Hi, it’s me, Fox Mulder. Hey uhhh I was just wondering if you’re still at the town hall? I need you to do us a favor...Oh great!...Perfect thank you so much, we’ll be there in about 15 minutes.” He hangs up the phone and puts the car in drive.

“Mulder, what was that about? Who-”

“Well I know a guy down at the town hall, he helped me a few years ago with some paperwork with the house. And uh…” He pauses, smiling to himself.

“And what?”

“And uhh...well…somehow or another we got onto the subject of you and he told me he could do me a favor one day if you...if you said yes.”

“Mulder.” The way she says his name sounds more like an exhale. He can hear the disbelief and happiness in her voice at the same time. “You’ve been planning this for years?”

“Well, I knew we never really needed to get married. And I knew that if we ever did, we would just elope. So I figured I’d ask you someday. And Daniel said he’d help if he could.”

“Mulder I can’t believe it.” She tries to suppress her smile but she can’t stop it from spreading ear to ear.

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It seems like forever until they get to the town hall. They knock on the door and Daniel opens it. They fill out some paperwork and are ushered into another room. It takes a lot less time to get married than she thought. It seemed very procedural - perfectly fitting for Scully.

As they walk out the door, they stop and turn to look at each other.

“We’re married.” Mulder says, caressing her cheek.

“We’re married.” She repeats as she shrugs her shoulders and scrunches her nose in the wide, mischievous Scully smile that he’s now deemed his favorite of all.

He leans in and kisses her before the walk down the steps to the building. “Almost forgot to kiss the bride.”

She rolls his eyes at him but he knows she’s loving every minute of it.

“My feet are starting to hurt Mulder, let’s get home. Maybe it was all that dancing.” she winks.

“Oh, allow me.” He says as he swoops her off her feet and carries her down the steps.

“Mulderrrr” she protests. “You don’t have to, you can put me down.”

“Sorry, this is the only way I’ll be able to carry you tonight because I know you won’t let me carry you over the threshold.”

She shakes her head at him and relaxes in his arms. “You’re right, Mulder, too cheesy.”

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It doesn’t take long for them to get into bed. They lay on their sides, facing each other. Mulder brushes her hair out of her face as she starts to fall asleep. She closes her eyes and listens to their peaceful silence.

After a few minutes, when he thinks she’s asleep he starts to whisper to her. “Scully, my life has never been the same since you walked into it. I love every single inch of you and every firing neuron in your incredibly intelligent and loving brain.” She’s listening to him with her eyes closed and she has to stop herself from smiling at what he’s saying. “I can’t believe that you’ve given me the honor of being your husband. I promise that I will love you every minute as much as I love you right now - like a man who’s breathing his last breath. I promise to be there for you in sickness and in health, to hold you and keep you safe from any darkness that comes our way. Thank you for everything that you’ve given me. I owe everything good in my life to you and for that I will be forever grateful.” He leans forward and kisses her on the forehead, still thinking she’s asleep. “I love you.”

#text #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #mine #the x files #txf #msr #mulder and scully #i want to believe #iwtb #dana scully #fox mulder #marriage fic #marriage #fluff

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 4 years

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CSUAPR prt 54 update

Cuddling Lance on the sofa, his husband had managed a few hours of fitful sleep. The storm outside had only gained in intensity, he’d jinxed things not long after settling Lance down in their bed, the storm had blown out the glass in one the cabin’s back windows. His husband had screamed, scratching at his arms as he dissolved into Spanish again. Keith was no expert on Spanish, nor did he need to be when Lance tried to escape up the bed begging Klearo to leave him alone. With the pain focused on his lower back, he’d come to the realisation that his husband was terrified that he’d be raped again. Whatever lingering arousal Keith had felt died on the spot. Lance hadn’t had a panic attack where he didn’t recognise him for so long that Keith initially made things worse as he tried to stop him from hurting himself further. Between the sex and mental exhaustion Lance passed out, hyperventilating from fear as he did and leaving Keith to reposition and remake their bed around him. Laying him down with his belly and head across his torso, all he could do then was wait for Lance to wake again. Curtis had come to explain the window incident, then Kosmo had teleported in, growling at his someday brother-in-law until he left. Now cuddled up on the sofa, Lance was quiet, barely saying anything more than Keith’s name or whimpering softly through each contraction. Across from the sat Shiro and Curtis, with Kosmo sprawled out in front of the extinguished fireplace. They’d lost TV reception, leaving them sitting in an uneasy silence with all eyes on Lance. Keith had no idea how to tell his husband that due to the storm it’d be next to impossible to leave, meaning if his labour continued at the rate it was, Lance would be giving birth here. With so much silence he was releasing that they hadn’t called Miriam to inform her that Lance was in labour. Shiro was relying on the internet to tell him how Lance’s labour was progressing, but that was hardly a medical professional, nor were there a lot of information on those of a male anatomy giving birth, let alone giving birth to twins in the middle of a storm while dealing with PTS and anxiety. Or a nice little online guide called “What to expect when your magical boyfriend goes into labour, and how to avoid being electrocuted on the off chance he loses control of his Altean magic”. Coran would have been the one to call in that circumstance... Both Shiro and Curtis seemed to be praying to be rescues, yet realistically, Keith felt they should be calling Lance’s obstetrician. Someone with actual knowledge on how to help his husband would be nice. Nicer than sitting here and foolishly waiting for a rescue that clearly wasn’t going to be in time. Clapping his hands, Shiro startled all of them. None more than Lance who tried to climb into his lap at the sound. Glaring at his brother, Shiro ducked his head sheepishly “Sorry. I didn’t think that one through. I was thinking getting up and doing something would be better than sitting here” Keith rolled his eyes. What were they going to do? There was nothing to do. For a man who preached “patience yields focus”, Shiro seemed to have wasted all his patience coming up with a whole lot of nothing “I don’t think Lance is up for doing anything right now” His husband really wasn’t. He’d slipped into the mindset that his actions would lead to punishment. Instead of seeing doing something as a way to distract from the monotony of waiting to be “rescued”, Lance was more likely to become paranoid to the point of a panic attack with his actions being watched “That’s why he needs a distraction. We could all use a distraction. Lance, buddy, do you think you can get up for me?” Lance whined softly, raising his head to search Keith’s face with his confused blue eyes “You don’t have to. Not if you’re not up to it. Don’t force yourself, babe” “Cuddles?” “You’re already having all the cuddles I can give you right now” Lance gave a small shake of his head, he opened his mouth then blushed softly as he closed it again. His expression falling as he found he couldn’t find the right words for what he wanted “Do you want to try standing with me holding you?” Sparking slightly, his husband’s lips turned up in the corners to form a pained smile. Keith wasn’t super at guessing games, but he was quietly proud of himself for figuring out the words Lance couldn’t find “Do you want me to hold you like before? Before your water broke?” Nodding, he was rewarded with more of a true smile. His heart missing a beat as if he hadn’t seen Lance smiling just for him before “Alright, baby. I’ll follow your lead. If it hurts too much, or the pressure is uncomfortable, you just let me know and we can sit down again. Anything you need” “... you...” Softly mumbling, Lance seemed surprised to hear his own voice. His husband probably thinking it, and expecting his thoughts to slip through unfiltered. Keith couldn’t help but nuzzle into his cheek, so fucking proud of the man he was lucky enough to call his husband. * Dancing to a silent song, Lance kept his face against Keith’s shoulder as the need to push started to flood his secondary instincts. They’d been swaying softly, with Shiro and Curtis keeping their distance as they did. To Keith this might not have been dancing, but Lance felt like the luckiest man in the world to have him by his side. He knew from the scratches on his arms that he’d blanked something out, that the way his head was racing but his tongue felt heavy. Words seemed to come to him as naturally as dragging a boulder back up a hill did, irritating his emotional state and leaving him feeling like a failure for not being able to articulate how messed up he felt. “Red” was the only possible way to describe it all, yet to tell Keith “red” ran the risk of confusing Keith or driving him away, when that was the last thing he wanted. He wanted to stay with his face buried in Keith’s scent forever. Everything was so quiznakking scary, but not Keith. Keith still smelt of bonfires and rich earth. There was panic, just as there was fear, in his husband’s scent, yet through it all Keith had shoved it aside to be what he needed right now, even when Lance didn’t know what that was. Feeling a second contraction roll through barely a few minutes after the last one, he clutched his belly. He couldn’t stop his labour. Squeezing his legs together and praying to God hadn’t slowed things down either. His body was telling him to push, but he was too fucking scared to. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t do any of this. Whatever they’d been thinking, they’d been wrong. He wasn’t strong enough to be a father. He wasn’t strong enough to be strong like his Mami through labour. He wanted to go home. He wanted to be anywhere that wasn’t here at this moment in moment in time. The growing pressure of his son’s head was worse than he’d thought it would ever be. He could handle being shot, stabbed, drugged to the gills and any other number of things, but after close to 20 hours of what he now knew to be labour pains, he was exhausted with the worst still to come. They weren’t medical experts. They didn’t know what they were doing. All of this was as wrong as his body was. Nuzzling his hair, Keith kept the same calm tone that seemed to be frustratingly comforting. He hated seeing Keith panicked or crying, but a little bit of fear out of sympathy would have been nice “Breathe, Lance. Keep breathing for me, babe” “Ngh...” What kind of a noise was that? Why couldn’t he do the words? “You’re ok. You’re ok. You’re doing so good for me. Just focus on me...” “Pu-d-sh...” That was closer, even with the groan of pain in the middle he’d gotten the important letters out. Keith froze, then promptly grabbed him by the shoulder, scaring him as he shook him hard “Oh fuck!... I mean... ok... don’t push yet. Shiro! Shiro, it’s time! Shhh... ok... fuck... I’m sorry for yelling... don’t push...” Knowing he shouldn’t be scared of Shiro didn’t fix things. The moment Shiro came to Keith’s side, he instinctively drew away with a growl at the unwanted scent. Shiro wasn’t his husband. He didn’t want him close to him or the twins, nor was he ok with the man placing his hand on Keith. Baring his teeth his fingers tingled, the sensation cut off by another quizakking contraction “Lance, what do you mean you need to push? Do you feel it?” Nodding, he wanted the pressure between his legs to end “Are you sure?” Keith growled at Shiro, Lance momentarily pleased that he wasn’t the only one finding Shiro annoyingly dumb “He’s sure. Fuck. This is why I wanted you to call for help sooner. His mother doesn’t know. We don’t know what the fuck we’re doing. You didn’t call his obstetrician. You didn’t call anyone!” Shiro removed his hand from Keith’s shoulder, coughing into his balled fist “We lost comms...” “You did what?! And you didn’t think to tell us!?!” “Because it didn’t change anything!” “It changes everything! I could have... I could taken Kosmo... we could have...” Whimpering at Keith’s anger, his husband softened immediately “... fuck, I’m sorry. I know... Ok. Shit... fuck... I guess we’re doing this... don’t push yet... fuck I didn’t want to do this here” Keith threw a glare over his shoulder at Shiro. Stepping forward, Curtis was left to take control of things and proving he was the most adult of them all. “Now isn’t the time for this. We’re all panicked and we’re all scared, but for the sake of the twins and for the sake of Lance’s life we have to work together. Shiro, we need warm water and towels. We’ll need a knife to cut the cords, find the sharpest and cleanest. Keith, get him to your bed and get him settled down. Check how dilated he is. Lance, I know you don’t want us to see or touch you, but we need to help you right now. It’s very important you don’t push too soon. Do you understand me? Wait until Keith has examined you or you could do permanent damage to yourself and your boys” Lance’s heart gave a funny beat. He didn’t care what happened to him right now. Keith’s boys had to be ok. He couldn’t let his husband down there. Keith had given up so many things for him, had done so many things for him... Everything he had he’d left for his husband, but without their boys... Keith... He had to do everything for them and for his husband. Nodding, he let his husband rearrange them so he could support him through to their room, each step moving the solid mass pressing down, sending indecipherable sensations through his midsection then slowly up to his sludgy brain. The living area was too big, the space too open. So open that it felt like the walls were only expanding further away. There was too much space around him that he couldn’t monitor, not with the doors, the windows, the corridor and fireplace. He felt too exposed, and already knew he couldn’t give birth there... he needed their room. He needed the four solid walls with only two entry points. He needed his bed, their bed, their blankets smothered in Keith’s scent... Dios... Dios this was happening... he could feel their sons head... he could feel it... * Removing the previous blue and red blanket from their bed, Keith laid out the bathrobe that Lance had been wearing under his arse. His husband’s was trying to close his legs, one had attempting to cover his junk while his other covered his face as he cried softly. Naked from head to toe, his husband was beautiful amidst the small army of pillows and cushions propping up. Keith was hesitant to cover him, but they needed to calm him back down if they wanted the birth to go as smoothly as possible. With all their blankets and sheets already on their bed, the only thing he had to cover his husband with was a damp towel. It wasn’t like Lance needed to be naked, but in the movies the mother was always wearing a hospital gown that’d slipped down off her shoulder as she cried and cradled her baby. They didn’t have a hospital gown. They didn’t have the damn hospital that they needed. Below him, Lance clutched his stomach as he brought his legs up, Keith realising his husband was trying to push. Grabbing his hand, he squeezed firmly he shook his head “Babe, you can’t push yet. Not yet... I’m sorry... I’m sorry...” “Hurrrdts...” “I know. I know... Shiro‘ll be here soon” “Nuoooo... don’ let... thiuch” The slurring of Lance’s words were concerning. Lance was far too sleepy to make real words, but the slurring was giving him a horrible feeling he didn’t need right now. Kissing his already damp forehead, Lance continued to ignore him as he chased the feeling of needing to push, his whole body as tense as the grip on his hand “I’m here. I’m here, focus on me” “Feeld it...” “Ok. Ok, babe. On the next contraction, I need you to let it pass. I need to check between your legs” Lance moaned at his suggestion, shaking his head and squeezing his legs together harder “Shhh. Just me. Before the others come in. I need to make sure you’re ok, babe. Just me...” Lance let out pained moan, whatever was happening was happening soon, whether he liked it or not “Jusdt you” “Yeah, baby. You’re doing so good. I’m going to take a look now” Keith wished he hadn’t looked the moment he did. Fine fissures had started forming where his husband had begun trying to push. Blood and fluid dribbling down onto the robe below. His husband’s opening pulsing against the solid form causing the muscle to bulge slightly outward. Their son was definitely coming. Coming into the room behind him, Lance muffled a scream as he slammed his legs closed. Rubbing his hands up and down Lance’s inner thighs, his muscles jumped beneath his touch “How’s he progressing?” “Uh... he wants to push... I don’t know, Shiro...” Lance would only panic to know he was bleeding... was he supposed to be bleeding? Surely there was blood involved in birth... but movies didn’t show you that bit. There was always a nice scene above the blanket so you never had to see what happened down below “We’ve got towels and water. I’ll take over. You keep him calm” “He doesn’t want anyone looking between his legs” “Keith, that’s the least of his worries right now” Lance wasn’t thinking straight. Shiro had a much larger form than him. When Curtis bustled past his boyfriend, Lance started trying to escape up the bed again, the weather not helping as the thunder let out a deafening boom. Snarling, Keith’s eyes yellowed as his teeth grew sharp “Get out the way, you’re scaring him!” Placing the bowl of water down on edge of the bedside table, Curtis swept the contents down to the floor before pushing the bowl up and taking the pile of towels off his shoulder. With far too much calm, the man sat next to Lance, moving with deliberately careful actions. First placing a large thick towel over his knees, then the rest beside his hip “Lance, I know you’re scared. It’s Curtis. I’m going to take your hand now...” Lance let out a sob as Curtis did as he said he would. Interlacing their fingers, he continued to keep eye contact “Shiro, come take his other hand. Keith, how long has been this scared?” Keith didn’t want to upset Lance further, but neither man seemed to understand that touch wasn’t welcomed “He thinks Klearo’s going to drag him off to... to do that to him. He was begging not be touched. He barely allowed me between his legs, then you two hulking morons showed up and scared the fuck out of him all over again. He’s still recovering from his last panic attack... and he’s fucking bleeding. And I don’t know what to do except sit here between his legs because he doesn’t want anyone looking at him down there” Kneeling on the bed behind him, Shiro wrapped his arms around him “He’s going to be alright. He’s strong. He’s strong and he’s going to make it through this labour, and all this is going to fade away when you’re holding your sons for the first time. I know you want to respect him, but the best thing you can do for him is hold his hand and reassure him. Keep his attention on you, and help keep him calm” Keith hadn’t realised he’d started crying, overwhelmed by everything going wrong at the moment it needed to be going right. He felt sick to his stomach as well as elated to soon be meeting their boys... The real problem lay with him not being sure he could watch Lance go through this. Watching his husband hurt was to feel a thousand tiny needles digging into his heart, and this birth... he knew for a fact it’d hurt. Lance might not survive the current conditions... they’d come so far... it couldn’t end like this “I’m scared” The words were mumbled, his scent so full of fear he wasn’t sure how Shiro was stomaching the smell “I’m going to do absolutely everything I can for him. While I’m doing this, you need to hold his hand. Tell him how much you love him, keep him focused on something other than the pain. I need you to move for his sake” “What if he...” “He’s strong. You’re both strong. I’m so very proud of the both of you. No matter what happens that will never change” Lance let out a long whine, Curtis hissing as his hand was squeezed “Go to him” * Lance’s labour continued the way it had for another half an hour, each molecule of him demanding to push, the pressure between his legs continuing to grow. Nuzzling his forehead, Keith pressed kisses to the spot he nuzzled, encouraging him to let it all out, yet with Shiro between his legs, all Lance felt was embarrassment, though that was quickly passing with the need to push. Digging his heels into the blankets, his legs slipped again, leaving him unable to find purchase as he tried to bare down. They didn’t want him to push, but they had no idea how badly he needed to. He could feel their son. He could feel their baby laying low and pushing against his prostate leaving his limp dick dribbling cum from the over sensitivity. Why wouldn’t they let him push? Why didn’t they understand? He had to... he had to get him out... before he died from the pressure. Feeling another contraction tearing through his throbbing pelvis, he couldn’t not push. Screaming, he bore down with everything he had, feeling his son pushing against his tearing arse. Between his thighs Shiro rubbed up down the soft skin. He wanted to kick him the face for touching him, and would have if he hadn’t felt his son finally breaching his opening. Falling back against the pillows, he gasped for breath. That people could do this without drugs was some kind of miracle. Panting, he shook his head as something rough pushed near his lips, his glassy eyes seeing Curtis wiping at his face with the corner of a towel. He felt as if he’d missed something, and someone had drained out at least a dozen more pushes worth of energy. Concern is as written all over his friends expression, he wanted to reassure him, but when the next contraction hit, he found himself screaming again, all at once that build of initial pressure lessening, something thicker and wider straining between his legs as something gushed “The head is out! He’s... Lance, Lance catch your breath for me... it’s only going to get worse as the shoulders pass” Stroking his hair, Keith kissed him again “You’re doing so good for me, baby” Growling, he wasn’t happy. His words panted from pain. It was amazing how feeling like being torn in two could focus his mind and tongue enough to articulate exactly what he wanted to say “I... hope your goddamn dick falls off... Ughnghnnnnnnn!” Arching awkwardly sideways, whatever was trying to come out felt stuck... falling back, he already felt drained completely “That’s it, let it build up again” “Fucking build you up again... Fuuuuuuck!” He was definitely tearing, wetness had soaked his arse and up his back. He wanted his Mami “That’s it, Lance! I want you to push with everything you have on the next big contraction” No. He’d obviously been half-arsing it the whole time! Trying to push down, his foot slipped a sob escaping as he shook his head “Fuu-uh... I can’t... I can’t... I can’t...” He wanted to go home and try again at a later date... anything to stop the pain “Curtis, Keith, lift his legs. He can’t get a grip to push...” Grabbed and pulled slightly down the bed, Keith and Curtis pushed against his legs as he wailed, his son’s shoulders sliding millimetre by millimetre. He seemed to have been pushing even longer in this position. The pressure threatening to kill him turned to perhaps delirium as something was turned between his legs by Shiro’s wet hands, pushing without prompting, all he wanted to do was see his baby boy now... Lowering his legs, Lance peered up as Keith rubbed down his cramping calf. Everything below his waist felt like jelly. Painful jelly that’s been through a meat grinder “He’s here... oh god... he’s so slimy...” Of course he was slimy! He was covered in birth! Oh, babe... Oh... wow...” Choking on a sob, he then sniffled out “Give... give me... my baby... want my baby...” On his left Curtis moved, releasing his hand as Shiro leaned over him, supporting his son’s head. No wonder Keith was gushing. They’d made this whole little person “He’s here... oh, Lance... He’s beautiful. Congratulations, you two”” Laying the newborn on the towel on his chest, Lance nearly went cross eyed as he gazed his son. He was slimy, gross, wrinkly and covered in birth, but absolutely gorgeous. Letting out an unhappy cry, Lance started laughing as he whimpered, the sound twisted but he was so incredibly in awe of the warm little boy on his chest, his free left pointer finger in his son’s hand, tiny fingers too small to be real wrapped loosely around it. He was incredible. He’d never... He’d kill anyone who hurt his precious boy... Dios... he loved him with everything he had “My Laith... my little lion...” Kissing his hair, Curtis started to wipe his son’s face with the very edge of a damp towel. Between his legs Lance could still feel his body trying to push everything inside of him out. His heart was racing, his head and throat hurt, he felt kind of nauseated, and he couldn’t be prouder... Softly Keith asked “Laith?” He hadn’t told Keith the name he’d chosen. His husband tilting his head slightly as he summoned up his courage to reach out and rest his hand on their little boy’s back. His little lion. His brave little boy for which nothing wouldn’t be possible “Mmm, Laith... His name is Laith... my little lion. Is that ok?” Lance’s eyes stayed on their son, Keith’s hand seemed so large against their son. His hands were the hands of a man who’d fought for absolutely everything in his life. They could take a life in a matter of moments, yet Lance was certain he’d never been so gentle with his touch as he was now “Laith... It’s weird, but I like it. It’s better than Yorak... I can’t believe how small he is. Do we cut the cord? Have you cut the cord? I don’t know what to do” Shiro laughed at his little brother, Keith huffing without bite too proud of his new son “Well, Daddy Keith. I’ve tied it off, ready for when you are” “Let’s never call me “Daddy Keith” again... babe?” Giving Keith a tired smile, Lance nodded. He wanted to nap for a year after Laith, he hadn’t even pushed the other one out yet “Go on... You deserve it... I feel like I spent the last hour crushing your hand”

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ninja-librarian · 6 years

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From where she lay on her back on top of a picnic blanket, Ryou’s hand in hers, Zakuro closed her eyes and smiled.

The summer night was warm but not oppressively so. There were fireflies bobbing around them and crickets chirping and stars twinkling above them. A picnic basket full of the debris from their dinner sat by Ryou’s bare foot. Cellphones were turned not only on silent but in the picnic basket as well. Neither of them spoke, but they didn’t need words to fill the silence, only were content with the company they had.

Zakuro couldn’t remember the last time she felt so distinctly happy, her heart so full.

“The stars are beautiful tonight,” Ryou said softly. Zakuro opened her eyes and gazed up at the dark sky, the stars shiny. There were worlds in that sky, suns and stars and planets and galaxies and nebulas. Of all the things that could have possibly happened in this wide expanse of universe, of time, of life and loss and wonder, she was here. And she was happy. She was so happy, lying on that small picnic blanket on an island on the third planet from the sun in this galaxy.

The universe was so vast, and fate was so finicky, but both still put her with Ryou, the other half of her heart, right here and now in this moment.

“Yeah,” Zakuro whispered. “They are.”

“You know what else is beautiful?”

“What?” Zakuro asked, still contemplating the vastness of the universe and fate.

“You.”

Zakuro blinked, then turned her head towards a grinning Ryou, comprehending what he said.

Then, with a laugh, she let go of his hand, putting both of hers over her face. “You did not just meme me!”

“You kind of walked into it, babe,” Ryou said, pushing himself up onto one elbow, running his fingertips on her arm. She felt goose bumps rise where his fingers had been, even in the heat. “But I meant it,” He whispered. “I meant it.”

Zakuro peeked at him from between her fingers and her smile grew shy. “I know you did. You huge dork.”

“I’m your huge dork, though.”

“That is most definitely the truth.”

Ryou laughed and gestured for her to come close to him. She did, shifting, head resting on his chest, Ryou’s arms around her. She gently rested her hand on his stomach, feeling the rise and fall of his breaths, listening to the thud thud thud of his heart. She wondered if her heartbeat was aligned with his, if her heart beat at the same time his did.

It must be, she thought.

Before Ryou, before Tokyo Mew Mew, before aliens and cakes and wolf ears, she turned her nose up at the idea of soul mates. They couldn’t exist. It wasn’t possible. Souls couldn’t possibly have a mate. It was just a romantic thought—literally and figuratively—that teenage girls used when squealing about their boyfriends only to break up a month later. The thing that adults said that their last disastrous date wasn’t. That thing that overly in love married couples sighed to each other as a term of endearment.

She hadn’t thought it was real. But now she knew differently. Because Ryou wasn’t just her soul mate. He was the other half of her heart, her rock, her shoulder to lean on, her partner in life. She was his and he was hers.

There was no doubt in her mind that her heart was synched with his.

“What are you thinking about?” Ryou asked quietly.

“Us,” Zakuro answered.

Ryou chuckled. “Really?”

“Yes,” Zakuro said, a bit defensively. “Why do you think that’s funny?”

“Because I was thinking about the exact same thing,” Ryou said, kissing the top of her head. “I was just thinking that, I want this to be forever. I want to wake up like this every day and end every night like this for the rest of my life.”

To say that Zakuro was surprised was an understatement. She shifted against him, looking up to meet his eyes. “You do? You mean that?”

“I don’t say anything I don’t mean.”

“Ninety-five percent of your fights with Ichigo beg to differ.”

“I don’t say anything to you that I don’t mean,” Ryou amended. He glanced away from her for a moment and asked, “Um, did I say too much and make things awkward?”

“No,” Zakuro told him. “No. Not at all. I was just surprised. Because I was thinking the same thing. That I want you to be in my future.”

They had never discussed the future before; it was definitely something they hadn’t even talked about discussing before. But here it was, the perfect time and place.

“I want to marry you,” Ryou said. “Someday. When we’re both ready.”

“I want to marry you, too,” Zakuro told him. “But I don’t know when I will be ready.”

“That’s good because I don’t either,” Ryou said with a small, almost nervous laugh. “So, um, what do you think about kids?”

It was Zakuro’s turn to laugh as she teased, “What? Is this your way of telling me you’re pregnant?”

Ryou burst out laughing at that. “No, we’ll let that continue to be Vanilla and Yuzu’s thing.” He said, referring to their Cyniclon friends whom they met through the Ikisatashis.

Zakuro grinned, staring up at the sky. “Yeah. I want kids. Again, someday. When we’re both ready.”

“I’m still too new at this adulting thing to even think about adding in a parenting thing any time soon, so we’re good.” Ryou said. “How many would you want, though?”

“Three max,” Zakuro said. “No preferences regarding gender. As long as they are happy and healthy.”

“Three, huh? Well, we’d probably want to find a house for them. Three kids in an apartment would be a nightmare.”

“Most definitely agree.”

She could picture it all so clearly, babies with perfectly picked out names and what her kitchen would look like. The sacrifices they would each make to ensure each other’s happiness, while still reaching for their own goals. A future built upon love and respect and pride for each other and wishing the best. Children who are loved and happy and hugged and kissed each and every day. Giving their children the childhood that Zakuro never had, and the childhood that had ended too soon for Ryou.

She wanted it to be perfect, but knew that was asking for too much. Soul-mate or not, perfection wasn’t possible. There’d be good days and bad days, arguments and frustration and sad times.

And, yet, every day they were together was perfect. Because she knew he had her back, and he knew that she had his.

A thought hit her. This would be her future, yes, but she could make the future become the present a little sooner.

“Um, I know this is kind of sudden, but, would you like to go house hunting sooner rather than later?” Zakuro asked.

Ryou was quiet, then he said, “Uh, is that your way of telling me you’re pregnant?”

Zakuro laughed, diffusing the tension. “No. But my lease is up in a few months. I was planning on just signing a new lease but, if we’re serious about this, and we just confirmed we are… then what do you think about moving in together?”

Ryou’s arms tightened around her. “I think we should do it.”

Zakuro beamed up at him, loving how the stars twinkled in his blue eyes. She pressed her lips to his, the kiss long and slow. There was no frantic rush, no wasted time, no regrets.

They had forever, after all, and ‘forever’ was what they spent the rest of the night talking about

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littledreamybeth · 7 years

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Heartbreak

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“Damn girl! Where have you been? I’ve been waiting for 20 minutes!” My best friend Ella calls as I finally enter her car and plop down onto the seat with an exhausted sigh. The belt to my shoulder bags slips down my shoulder and I position it on my lap. Ella has gladly volunteered to take me from college this time or I had to deal with public transportation which I definitely did not want to spend my last nerve to. My life is chaotic enough at the moment and I can’t have other things to tear me down. Recently, I have been very sensitive to everything and even a little unnecessary stuff can be a cause for my outburst. For example, yesterday I was out of ice cream and I immediately started to cry because it was the only treat that relaxes me when I come back home from a very long day in college. Crazy isn’t it? To cry over ice cream?

“Chill, Ella. I’m sorry! I just had this very important conversation with my professor and it took a little while. It’s not going to happen again.” I lean my back against the seat and close my eyes. All I need is silence now. My head is killing me and I really desire to slip into my pajamas and sleep.

“Is it okay for you if I turn the radio on? It’s just boring and you ‘re not going to talk to me anyway,” Ella asks and she gets a nod from my side.

“Sure…” I say nothing anymore.

After she turns on a fancy radio channel, Ella starts the engine and we drive off. It will take us approximately 20 minutes to arrive at my apartment and while driving I spend my time with observing the buildings we pass by. The movements of the car along with the nice music coming from the radio is a perfect mix to make me fall asleep and I think it isn’t a bad idea to take a little nap. However as I am about to drift off, a voice I have not heard for a while sounds through the radio. His velvety voice. Kiwi starts to play and Ella immediately turns it off.

“I’m sorry, babes. I didn’t know,” she apologizes and blushes even though it’s not her fault. She’s the only one who knows about him and our break up. Nobody else in the world has an idea that I once used to date the most popular and successful British artist.

“No problem…” I croak. Hearing the sound of his voice after so many months of our break up causes another wave of pain in my heart. There is still this familiarity in his voice that I could have listened to for hours. I close my eyes and try to prevent tears to leave my eyes.

“(Y/N) are you okay, sweetheart?” Ella inquires with a hint of concern on her face.

“Just take me home, Ella,” is all she gets as a response from me. The walls I have tried to build the months after Harry has left me begin to crumble down just by a simple sound. Even though it is hard to admit, I still miss him so much although he was the one who gave up on us. He was the one who suggested it was the best way to go separate ways and he made this decision without my consent.

“You know, you don’t have to stay alone tonight.“ Ella soothes me. “You’re more than welcome to join Brandon and I to hang out. He loves you like a sister and a little bit of distraction will do you good. What do you think?” I would like to accept her offer however seeing couples being lovey dovey around me is something I cannot deal with at the moment. Not that I’m not happy for Ella and her boyfriend, I love them both as they were my siblings but it makes me realize that I have no one who cares for me anymore. Harry was gone. The love of my life is not here with me anymore. And it hurts beyond imagination.

“Thanks, El but I really need to be at home. I have lots of studies and projects going on and the sooner I deal with them the better.” By now she is parking in front of my apartment. I give her a soft kiss on her cheek. “See you later,” I tell her and get out.

The ache between my chest still remains as I run up the stairs to my apartment. I take out my key and unlock the door and enter my messy home. Another regular day where I just walk in to an empty apartment. Normally, Harry would always be there before me, cooking a meal for the both of us while he used to sing along to his favorite songs. I loved to watch him in this state. The silence in my apartment is just a reminder of what’s not there anymore.

I place my bag onto the ground and get rid of my jacket and shoes. Right after that, I go to the kitchen to grab a snack and a bottle of water. I head to my bedroom and sit in front of my desk and dwell myself into my studies. It has become my daily routine. Waking up, going to college, coming back and studying. I desperately search for ways of escaping reality and for me this routine is the only way to achieve my goal.

I take my notes and writings in my hand and start studying for the upcoming exams. However, from time to time I feel myself drifting off. A memory hits me suddenly, leaving me breathless.

“Come on babe, I need some loving here,” Harry pouted, laying on his stomach on my bed and waiting for me to cuddle with him.

“One minute,” I said, nibbling on my pen while trying to work on a paper sheet.

“(Y/N)…” He sighed and gets up, moving towards me and all I feel is his strong arms wrapping themselves around me and his breath on my neck. He placed soft kisses on my skin which caused a shiver running down my back. “You already said that 10 minutes ago.”

“I know, H. I’m sorry,” I sighed, rubbed my eyes and let him take my paper and placing it far away from me. He grabbed my hand and led me to my bed where he lied down at first, then opened his arms and I slipped between them. I loved being this close to him because he always radiated a sense of security and home. His one hand ran up and down my arms while his other hand was placed at the back of my head. His lips touched my forehead ever so softly and I felt complete in that moment.

“That’s how I like it,” he whispered. I buried my face in the crook of his neck and inhaled the sweet scent of his cologne.

“I wish I would be always like this. You and me.”

“It can be,” he told me. I looked up at him, our eyes met to a loving gaze.

“How?”

“When I marry you someday. And of course, when my job gets less chaotic.” His answer made my heart swell. Being with him forever until death did us part was something I wishedso badly.

“Will you still perform on stage then?”

“I think I will never stop making music but you know I don’t have always to perform in front of people. If things get serious between you and I and I can promise it will, I will definitely want to settle down and start a family. With you, love.”

I leaned in to connect our lips to a gentle kiss and we spent the rest of the day with many cuddling sessions and talking.

I shake my head and my heart feels so heavy. “You promised…” leaves my mouth.

The desire to continue my studies leaves and I push everything aside and stand up. It has become dark outside and the clock on my walls shows that we have 7 PM. I position myself on my bed, take my pillow and press it against my body. I really wonder how Harry is doing right now. Is he thinking about me like I do? Does he miss me? Does he regret the decision he has made?

I’ve seen plenty of pictures online and he never appears broken or sad. Quite the opposite: he always looks happy and is smiling on every photo the fans shoot. He seems to cope very well with our break up, leaving me being the one who probably suffers under such hurtful heartbreak. I have loved him so much, still do and I gave him everything I had without flinching an eyelash.

Even though it is hard to keep myself away from checking up on him, I still do because after today there is no way that I can relax when I do not see him.

I am about to take my phone as my notifications on Twitter goes on and I see that an update account that I use to follow has posted a picture of him. It leaves me breathless and my heart slams against my chest. He is currently in Shanghai it says.

He looks absolutely and indescribably beautiful and tears just begin to stream out of my eyes as I observe his perfectly shaped face. His hair is messy and curly as I remembered. His outfit consists only of black material which outlined the color of his eyes even more. I always have loved it when he wore black. It suits him so damn well and honestly there is nothing he could not wear without looking like a complete idiot.

A salty tear wets my display. “I’m sorry,” I whispered into silence, ”I’m sorry I could not be enough for you when you’re still the one I want.” I scroll further and find more pictures of him posing with his fans and signing autographs. The more I look at them the worse I feel and it ends with me burying my face between my hands and starting to sob.

There is no way I could ever move on. Harry has taken my heart and claimed it as his own, there was no chance I would ever get it back. While he would continue his life like nothing had happened between us, as if I do not exist, having another girlfriend, marrying her and having children, I would be still longing for him. My love for Harry is endless and it will always be that way. Even on my death bed I hope the last few words that will escape my mouth would be me telling how much I loved him through all these years.

“Why?” I sob. “Why did you leave me Harry? How will I live without you?”

It feels like it was yesterday as he ended things with me, tears covering his handsome face. I could tell he didn’t want this as much as I do but he still walked through that door and never came back.

“I’m sorry and I love you.” was the last thing I’ve heard from him. All the things he said about marriage and settling down with me have been nothing but a lie. A bittersweet lie. He made my hopes up only to crush them afterwards.

I have a look at Twitter again and the update account says Harry will perform at the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show. After reading the post, I click on Harry’s profile. I decide to send him one last message and after this one I will never ever bother him and try to continue living my life. As easy as it sounds, it is still the hardest challenge in my life.

I open the DM because I have no other possibility to contact him since I deleted his phone number after he left me. Why do I even do this to myself? Why do I torture myself like this? And what did I do to deserve being treated like this?

I’ve always supported him throughout his solo career, telling everybody that I know how brilliant his music is and even convinced them to buy his album and give him a chance to prove himself. I’ve been there when his mood was on downfall and anxiety played around with his mind. I’ve built him up with my love, with my admiration and devotion for him and he took all of this for granted.

Call me pathetic, stupid or whatever for still wanting him after he left me out of nowhere but if you had loved him as much as I do you would understand. You would understand that you would do anything in your power to keep someone with an amazing personality as Harry’s in your life. But I had failed. I have tried but obviously it was not enough.

I sob hard as I type short sentences, my fingers trembling as I try to form proper words. What would you tell someone if you know this would be the last time you would ever contact him? There are so many things in my mind, I could simply write an essay about my feelings however I don’t want to bother him any longer. He might become sick of me.

“I’m proud of who you become, H even if that meant to break my heart. I will always love you forever and I will never forget you. You will be endlessly in my mind. Go and rock that stage, my little dreamer. X.”

I contemplate for a little while if it’s a good idea to send him this message, it kinda sounds cheesy but what have I got to lose anyway? The person I have treasured and who had a huge amount of value in my eyes is gone anyway.

With a heavy heart and a bit of uneasiness consuming me, I press the send button and the message appears on the screen one more time. I observe it a few minutes and after that I inhale deeply, turn off my phone and lay it on my desk far away from me. I wonder how he will react to my message but for now I cannot deal with it.

I snuggle back into my bed, taking my pillow as a replacement for Harry. I cuddle against it and imagine he was still here with me, embracing my body with his strong arms and keeping me safe during the night.

“That’s it,” I whisper before I slowly drift to sleep. One tear flows down my sore cheek. “It’s over.”

If (Y/N) had known that on the other side of the world, a young man with green eyes and a wonderful dimpled smile is crying over her message like she had over him hours ago.

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godlyvan · 7 years

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07 | CHRISTMAS GIFTS

summary | christmas and new year’s eve parties lead to the creation of baby mccann #3. only things don’t exactly go to plan.

warnings | swearing, drunk bondy, unexpected gifts, and an uber amount of cute ass van.

a/n | @mimiandvan and i came up with this idea when she asked if i could write a family one for van. was in a christmas mood, so i wrote out a christmas one. this one’s pretty damn long. it’s over 2000 words, which means up until now, november fourth, twenty-seventeen, this is the longest fic i have written. i’m going to dedicate it to @storiesaboutvan because it was her fics that lead me to posting mine. also, we’ve hit one hundred followers! yay! i’ve only had this account since august, and i’ve been blessed with so much. thank you, this is only the beginning.

Christmas was a time where everyone would get together at Van’s house drink, and exchange gifts. The boys would all come over with their girlfriends, and some of Y/N’s friends would come with their partners. The house would be filled with laughter and soon a handful of people would be drunk, you and Van trying to keeping your twins away from them, which went unsuccessful, seeing as Bondy was now telling the twins stories about you two from when you were younger. They were too young to comprehend his words, giggling when Bondy giggled. “Your parents are crazy!”

“Alright, Bond, that’s enough drunken fairy tales for Em and El, alright?” Bondy nodded as Emery and Elliot were whisked away in Van’s arms. They giggled as they played with Van’s hair, which made Van smiled wide. Y/N’s eyes landed on her boys, making Grace and Allie look in their direction, too.

“You’re so lucky, Y/N. You’ve got two healthy boys, who’re so giggly. And a giant toddler, who’s also giggly.” The three of them laughed, Van walking into their conversation. Van argued that he wasn’t a toddler, but when he began to pout, it didn’t help his argument.

“I still love ya, Ryan.” She kissed his cheek, wrapping her arms around his neck. He sat down, followed by Y/N sitting on his lap. They looked over their party, seeing everyone laughing and exchange gifts within their little groups, making Y/N smile. Y/N stood up and brought Van into the kitchen, stopping at the doorway, looking up at the mistletoe that was taped to the top of each doorway. Van looked, smiled and brought his head down to kiss her. “Bob got the boys something for Christmas, and told ‘em that Daddy had to let the boys come over whenever they needed to practice. Handed them little drumsticks, and now they’ve been banging on the pots in the kitchen with Bob. He’s gone and shut the door so the party wouldn’t be disturbed.”

“Bob’s a good lad, he’ll be a great father someday, you know?” She nodded, kissing Van’s temple as she got off his lap. “Where ya going now?”

“I’ve gotta give out my gifts, babe. I’ll be right back,” Van nodded, watching her walk away. He’d been blown away with how gorgeous she looked tonight. The mother of his children was walking around with such a glow. It made her irresistible to Van’s stares. He got up and walked off towards Grace, talking with her.

“I’m nervous, though. I’m probably gonna wait till later tonight, when you’re all gone and the kids are asleep.”

“That’s a good idea, but you’ve actually gotta do it, Van. You love Y/N a whole fuck ton, and she loves you endlessly, just do it and get married already. All of us have been waiting for a long time!” She laughed, punching his arm. He rubbed the area she punched, while he saw Y/N handing two gifts to Benji and one to his girlfriend, telling him to give it to Bondy when he’s sober. He was beginning to stare again, his eyes trailing up and down her body, taking in every inch of her skin.

“You’ve got some good kids, mate. They’re sleeping now, probably will wake up in an hour or two like they do at my house. Dee and I are going to head on home, got a little ways to drive. See you on New Year’s, mate. Love you loads.”

“Love you too, Bob, merry Christmas, man.” Couple by couple, they began filing out. The house was a wreck, wrapping paper was crumpled in balls around the house, and toys from the twins lay around in messy piles around their room and the living room. They sit on the couch in pajamas, Y/N’s legs on top of his.

“Today was a great day.” Y/N admitted, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. He nodded, kissing her arm. He grabbed her hands, his thumb gliding over her knuckles. He kissed them lightly getting off the couch before walking into the kitchen. He brought back two glasses of hot chocolate, and a low self-confidence from a pep talk he had given himself.

“I’ve saved the best presents for last.” Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed as Van smiled at her. He began to get down on one knee, making Y/N’s mouth open, and her hands to over it. “I know that this is forever. Known that since the day I first saw you. I just, you know, wanna make it real. Wanna be with you forever and grow old and shit. I love you so much, and I cannot live without you. You’re the mother of my children and I want to have so many more children with you. And I promise I will always be there to protect you and our wonderful little boys. Will you marry me, Y/N?” “Y-Yes!” She practically jumped off the couch and into his arms. From across the room, little giggles could be heard as Emery and Elliot peered from behind the corner. They’d woken up and heard their Dad saying sweet things to their Mom and they wanted to know what was happening. Y/N called them over, their little feet pounding against the hard-wood floors. The couple swept their children up in their arms and turned on a Christmas movie, waiting for the kids to fall asleep again. “I love you so much, Van. You can’t even imagine.”

“Also forgot this,” he handed her a velvet box, her eyes flickering from Van to the box in her palm. She was frightened to open it, in fear that it would be another expensive thing she didn’t need. But it wasn’t expensive in monetary value, just rich in meaning. The box held the necklace Van had worn around his neck since he could remember, he had never taken it off in his life. “Wanted you to have it. And when our boys grow up, we’ll have to add another necklace to the tradition.”

“Van, I can’t take this, it’s yours.”

“It’s yours now. One day, we’ll pass it onto Em and El, and they’ll pass it onto their children.” Her hands grabbed Van’s cheeks, pulling him in for another kiss. They soon found their spot lying on the couch with their boys, all comfortably wrapped together. Sleeping with all of them on the couch was peaceful, if one woke up, they would kiss the other three’s closest body part, letting them know they were there.

But the next morning came right on time. Y/N’s nose filled with the smell of bacon and pancakes, and her ears began to be soothed by the sounds of Emery and Elliot’s laughing. She got off the couch, wiping the last bit of sleep out of her eyes, walking over and kissing Van on the lips, distracting him from cooking for one second. Your twins yelled in unison, running away from their parents. “Ew!”

Van and Y/N laughed, leaning closer for one more kiss before calling the boys back for breakfast. They groaned as the boys drowned their pancakes in syrup, transferring their pancakes onto another plate while they watched the extra syrup go down the drain, but nonetheless, they had a wonderful breakfast. And at the end, the boys put their plates into the sink, going off to play with what they had gotten for Christmas four days before.

New Year’s Eve came sooner than anyone expected. Only a few people are over, Bob and his girlfriend, and Bondy. They drank a little champagne and a few glasses of wine, letting the twins play with their toys while listening to the sounds coming from New Year’s Eve in New York. They all chatted, congratulating the couple on their very recent engagement. But soon, it came time for everyone to retreat into their guest rooms, each having their own little after party in there. Thankfully, Bondy wasn’t fully drunk, but just enough to become tipsy. Reason being, the boys had fallen asleep, ten minutes to midnight. Each laying on a separate end of the couch with a blanket pulled over their heads. “Guess it’s just you and me, fiancee.”

“Guess so. I love you very much, Mr. McCann.”

“I love you, too, soon-to-be Mrs. McCann.” It was five minutes to midnight, the new year beginning to roll in, bit by bit. They held each other in a warm embrace, Y/N’s arms wrapped around his waist, as well and Van’s arms wrapped around hers. Their foreheads rest together, eyes staring into each others. They could hear the thirty second countdown beginning.

“We should have another kid.” Van really looked at her, staring into her eyes as they got down to twenty-five seconds. Van nodded, agreeing with her.

“Should start now.” Twenty seconds left. They rushed to put the kids to bed, rushing into their bedroom. Fifteen seconds left. They turned on the tv, the volume rising as Van undressed him and his fiancee. Ten seconds left. They stared at each other’s bodies as if they hadn’t done so before. Five seconds left. They got into bed, Van hovering over Y/N’s body. “Happy New Year.”

As the tv yelled Happy New Year, they kissed, beginning their new year trying to conceive baby McCann #3.

four months later.

The waiting room wasn’t packed, but they were sure busy. Women sat in chairs at various stages of pregnancy. Y/N looked at all of them, admiring each stage of baby bumps that showed in every direction. She smiled, holding her stomach as her and Van’s name were called. They followed the nurse into one of the many rooms they had, asking her to sit down on the table. She did so willingly, asking if she could take off her shoes. And with permission from the nurse, she did.

She checked blood pressure and went over all the areas Y/N checked off as areas of concern. Then, they were instructed to wait until their doctor showed. Y/N’s nerves wracked up, Van lips coming to kiss her knuckles reassuringly. “Everything’s gonna be alright, baby. You’re fine, okay?”

Y/N nodded as Jackie came in, welcoming the pair with a huge smile, “I hear you’re pregnant again, congratulations. You’re very lucky. I assume we’re checking up on the baby today, so I’m going to need you to lift up your shirt and pull your pants down a little. I’m just gonna put this down here, but you’ve been through this all before, so I’m not gonna walk you through it again.”

“Thanks, Jackie.” Jackie nodded, squirting the cold gel onto Y/N’s stomach. The little wand glided over every inch it needed to, finding three heartbeats. “Are those - are those heartbeats?”

“It appears you’re having triplets, Y/N. Congratulations once again!” Y/N’s widened, looking over at Van who’s laughing his head off. Jackie looked between the two of your reactions, knowing triplets wasn’t something the couple had thought of.

“I’m that good, huh, babe?” He asked between fits of laughter. Jackie cleaned up Y/N’s stomach, handing her a prescription for the list of medications she’s going to take.

“How is this even possible? We’ve had twins, and now we’re going to have fucking triplets. Are we even gonna have enough room for them, Van?”

“Of course we’ll have room, darlin’! If not, I’ll get us a bigger house, don’t you worry! We’ve just gotta worry about keeping these three snots safe, I promised you I’d protect you and our kids, always.” Jackie admired the love they shared, smiling at the two as she went over proper care for having triplets.

“You ready to go through this, knowing you’re having triplets? I know this can be overwhelming.”

“I’m all good now. Just feel like a fairy tale, you know? Didn’t think I’d be having twins, let alone triplets. Oh god, your mum’s gonna have a field day, Van. What’re we gonna tell her?!” Van put on her shoes, slipping them on one at a time before tying them gently. He looked up at her, helping her off the table. He kissed her forehead, licking his lips before speaking again.

“I’ve got a magic penis, babe, that’s what we’re going to tell her.” Jackie, Van, and Y/N all laughed, exiting the room with huge grins on their faces. “We’re having triplets, babe, just wait till the boys hear about my magic penis!”

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aheartbrokenmind · 4 years

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04-28-2020

Amy,

I only slept about an hour last night, maybe two. Woke up almost hyperventilating to a dream then I don't remember and then was restless the rest of the night so I don't know how much I'll have to say today. I guess I'll just start and see where it goes.

I called customs about a parcel I've been waiting on yesterday and found out that Chicago is the only facility in the country processing international mail at the moment. So basically I have no idea when or if the last letter I sent you will make it there. I am still a little bit scared of how you will react to it if it does reach you. I have a bad feeling it may only push you farther away from me, if that's even possible. I always knew I was a fairly optimistic person, but maybe I am clinging onto an imagined shred of hope that isn't there. I think if this letter doesn't elicit some form of genuine response out of you then I will probably only send one more letter, to say goodbye. A half-hearted birthday wish just isn't going to cut it this time.

I don't know what part of me was crazy enough to think that you'd write a letter in return, when you've struggled to take five seconds to reply to a text over the past couple years. Despite that I still check the mail every day hoping that something might turn up. I'm not even sure why I have so much hope for a letter from you as I'm sure the words wouldn't be what I want to see.

It is very strange what I've been feeling lately. It seems to be a mixture of knowing I deserve better than what I've gotten from you over the past couple years and complete unwillingness to accept that's just who you are now and move on. I just feel that there has to be something deeply troubling you that has caused this. I fully accept that I may be a cause of some of that trouble, I just wish I knew. It's never bothered me to change for you. The good you brought to my life always outweighed any miniscule discomfort of being asked to change. I stopped calling you babe (can't believe you didn't ask me to stop that sooner if it was bothering you that much). I've been wearing my hair more naturally like you said you wished I would. I've toned down the aggressiveness immensely since we've been together, especially while drinking. I have come a long way from the young man you first met who's first reaction to trouble was to fight. I was self destructive back then. You did more than you know to mold me into the productive and calm man that I am now. Perhaps part of that came from helping you to weather your storms. In some ways I learned to love the storm. As much as I knew they caused you pain and stress, helping you to sail through them always seemed to bring me closer to you when we reached the sunshine on the other side. I guess maybe you felt you had to take on this gale on your own.

Sometimes I wonder if you know this is what's happening. I guess I have a hope deep down that you've realised you're hitting a very rough patch and have only pushed me away temporarily. Maybe someday we will look back on this time and on you as a hero for saving our relationship by putting it on hold for a time. I'm sure that is probably a fool's hope, but I am aware of some of the darkness that can creep into your mind. Whether it be the stress of planning, working in a strange and unknown country, family related stress, or the body image troubles you've dealt with since I've known you. In the case of the last one I just want you to know that I've never looked at you or your body and not thought you were the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I know you probably won't believe me but it's true. Even now. Especially now, it seems. I have watched those videos and looked at those pictures you sent me long ago an embarrassing amount lately. It seems I can't find anything else to satisfy my needs. I suppose maybe that sounds a bit creepy, so for that I'm sorry. I'm sure someday, if this continues, I'll be able to move away from my sexual attraction to you. Looking back I do wonder about some of the times we were last together. Sometimes it almost seemed like you were trying to make yourself unattractive to me, with the not shaving and all that. Then almost seemed disappointed when I still wanted you. Maybe there was a larger underlying issue there that I just totally missed. Maybe it was stupid of me to assume that you were just becoming more of a hippie. It's a little weird to be sitting here writing about pubic and leg hair right now but I guess these are the crazy things that pop into my mind sometimes. Flashes of memories of things that maybe I missed. Things that, if I had caught them, maybe could have saved us.

In reality I'm sure it's probably countless things that have led your mind here. I guess I just wish we could have talked about them more. Maybe I could have eased your fears and we could have both made changes to keep our love going.

I nearly cried in front of Big Mike Friday night. He apparently heard through the grapevine about us. He grabbed me and hugged me and told me how much he had loved you, that he was sad to hear that we split up, and that he was there for me if I needed anything. Sadly I don't know what I even need right now other than you. I suppose some sleep wouldn't hurt.

I think that's all I have to say today.

If you are weathering a storm and plan to keep doing so without my help, there is a common saying that I have always loved. "Smooth seas never made for a skilled sailor". I hope you come out the other side of this a skilled sailor, Amy. Please stay safe.

Love you always,

Brian

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mirkwoodshewolf · 7 years

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Little Star sweeper Loki x baby reader

Hey guys well I’m just gonna try this out and see how it goes. Any wattpad oneshots or requests that I do will also be posted up here now please bear with me cause this is my first time posting on tumblr so hopefully this gets to everyone and I don’t screw this up. Now I do not own the Avengers or Loki or any other referneces they all belong to Disney/Marvel and tumblr belongs to tumblr :)

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It had to happen someday, though everyone expected it to happen sooner than later but shortly after Thor and Jane were married, Jane fell pregnant with their first child. When the news came out of Jane’s pregnancy, the entire Avengers tower was a buzz to try and baby proof the tower, set up a nursery wing, and buy baby stuff like diapers, clothes, powder, bottles, etc.

As a couple of months went by, all of the Avengers began pestering to Jane about the baby.

“So Jane, any word on what the gender is?” Natasha asked.

“Well Bruce knows but Thor and I have made a decision to not know until the birth” she stated.

“What? But then that’s just a waste of buying clothes?! How do we know we even bought the right ones?!” Clint cried out. Natasha slapped him over the head and said.

“Quit your whining Clint, you’ll probably be even worse than the baby”.

“Hey!”

“Okay you two break it off will you?” Steve said as he pushed the two assassins apart before another Budapest incident happened in the tower.

“Yeah, besides I don’t want you two children blowing up my tower” Tony said as he was just walking in looking over some notes for his new Iron suit model. Natasha flinched and said demonically as her head slowly turned towards Tony.

“What. Was that. You said?” Tony slowly looked at her and thought to himself ‘oh son of a-’

“You might wanna run Stark” Clint said then the red haired female assassin chased after the billionaire Iron man around the tower, the two screaming profanity at each other, mainly Natasha.

Yes everyone was in a hustle and all they could talk about was the arrival of the new baby, well almost everyone. Only one wasn’t too thrilled as the others in the tower were.

Yep, Loki.

He kept quiet and rolled his eyes about how all that was ever talked about in the tower was a being who hasn’t even been born yet. They don’t know it and yet everyone is making a HUGE fuss over it. And he just didn’t get it nor did he even care, but he did get ANNOYED with it.

And I mean REALLY annoyed. Sometimes he even blew his top off only to calm himself down and disappear for days.

After awhile of Loki being annoyed with the endless baby talk, Thor decided to finally confront his brother on the matter. He went to Loki’s room and knocked on the door when he heard his brother shout out.

“Go away you imbecile!”

“Loki we need to talk!” Thor shouted.

“There’s nothing to talk about! Now go back to your mortal and leave me be!” Thor lifted his hammer then forcefully bust the door down and saw Loki jump from his bed as a book came flying out of his hands. “What in the Hel name was that for!? You know nothing of privacy nor do you seem to understand the phrase ‘leave. Me. Alone’!”

“Loki, we need to talk about this, ever since Jane’s pregnancy, you’ve been insulting my unborn child. I would like to know why that is brother?”

“First of all, get it through your head that I’m NOT your brother! Second; this realm annoys me to no end and now to add more to my punishment here, you expect me to live in this confound building with a wet, dripping, noisy bildshnipe baby”. Loki turned around and walked away as Thor then growled.

“That wet, dripping, noisy bildshnipe baby will be my future child, and your future niece or nephew”.

“Oh well then I shall have to practice my curtsy”. Loki dripped out with sarcasm as he mocked a bow then turned back around and continued to walk away as Thor then roared at his brother.

“Don’t turn your back on my Loki!”

“Oh no Thor, perhaps you shouldn’t turn your back on me”. Suddenly Loki was pinned to the wall and held by his arms by his brother as he snarled.

“Is that a challenge?!”

“Temper, temper Thor, I would dream of challenging you”. Thor growled softly then released his brother. “Though that child maybe born one day, I will never take part in getting to know it, nor will I ever come to love it, because it’s a disgrace to even be birth by a father like you and a mortal woman as it’s mother”.

“LOKI!!!” Thor charged at him but Loki disappeared into green light causing Thor to crash into the floor. He growled as he fell for that trick again then he heard a voice say.

“Leave it point break, he’s not worth it anyways, don’t let him get to you”. He looked up to see Tony outside the broken doorway. He entered Loki’s room and helped Thor stand up as he said again, “don’t let him get to you Shakespeare, there’s one like him in every family, actually two in my family. And they always manage to ruin special occasions” Tony patted his shoulder for comfort.

Thor sighed deeply and muttered to himself loudly enough for Tony to hear him,

“What am I going to do with him?”

“We could always make Bruce angry and let him have some fun like last time”. Tony suggested.

“Brother Tony!” Thor stated.

“Alright, alright, just suggesting. Oh yeah, can I make a request? If your baby is a boy mind naming him after yours truly?” He said as he raised his hands up in defeat then continued as they both walked out of Loki’s room. Thor laughed heartily as the two of them walked back to join the others back in the lounge room.

*FF to birth of baby*

Jane had woke up one evening due to her water being broke as her contractions began as she started panting and screaming in pain. Thor, Bruce and Pepper quickly got her to the emergency wing of the tower and got her ready for the birth. With Bruce as her doctor, Pepper as the midwife and Thor standing by as her partner all three of them coached Jane into the long labor.

After 14 hours of labor, Jane and Thor were finally proud parents.

Pepper cleaned their baby up and said as Bruce wrapped the baby up in a pink blanket.

“Thor, Jane, I’m proud to say you both have a beautiful, healthy baby girl”. Jane and Thor smiled then Pepper handed the baby to Jane who held her baby close to her chest and Thor looked down at this little angel they had created and brought into this world.

“She’s so beautiful, just like her mother” Thor said softly as he looked at Jane and she looked up at him. They kissed each other then looked down at their little girl.

“Do we have a name yet?” Pepper asked.

“We do, (y/n). (Y/f/n) (y/m/n) Thordottir”. Jane stated. Bruce then printed out her birth certificate and said.

“Alright, everything is in order, she’s a healthy little thing, and now Jane I suggest you get some rest, Pepper and I will inform the others and allow you three some privacy”. Pepper and Bruce then left the room leaving the happy family some alone time.

Jane kissed her daughter’s small head and whimpered out.

“I can’t believe she’s really here”/

“Neither can I Jane, but she’s finally here. (Y/f/n) (y/m/n) Thordottir”. Jane sniffled then said,

“Want to hold your baby girl?” Thor looked at his wife and gently held out his arms and Jane passed their baby to him as she said, “mind her head”. And in his arms, she looked so tiny like the size of a newborn kitten that can fit into your palm.

“She’s so tiny,” he whispered then looked down and saw his newborn daughter wiggle slightly as she cooed out, “Hello little one, I’m your daddy”. Jane smiled as tears of joy came down her face as she watched this lovely scene unfold then due to the labor exhaustion, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

~FF a few weeks later~

Ever since the arrival of (y/n) the Avengers had all seemed to have changed. They were much kinder, giddy, and almost down right happy all the time. All the Avengers loved little (y/n) as she filled their days with sunshine and joy. But one person was down right confused about how a little thing such as a baby could make a team of weirdos act so giddy and gay in Spring time.

Loki.

One morning he was in the lounge reading one of his copies of Shakespeare’s plays and he could hear the baby crying over the monitor that Tony had installed in JARVIS. He took notice that the baby didn’t always cry and fuss like normal babies do but it still annoyed him ever now and then.

He shut his book and began to think to himself,

‘What is special about this baby?’ He stood up and something was telling him to go up to the nursery two levels up. He didn’t even know why it was happening, but he felt himself walking towards the elevator and pressed the up button as he thought to himself again as the elevator took him up.

‘I just can’t understand. It must be something wonderful, it must be something grand. Cause everybody is smiling, in a kind and wistful way. And no one’s even noticed that I can easily cause mischief’. The elevator dinged and as he stepped out, he saw Tony and Clint whistling happily as they carried a tray of empty baby bottles and a trash can of dirty diapers.

They kept whistling as they past Loki and went down the elevator as giddy as a foul in Spring.

Now Loki was really intrigued.

‘What sorcery does this baby have anyway?’ He then heard the baby’s soft crying coming from down the hall. So as not to get caught, he quickly turned himself into a black wolf and slowly stalked towards the room as he continued with his thoughts.

‘What sorcery does this babe have. I will find out today, what has these foolish Avengers, act. This. Way?’ He slowly crept up towards the door of the nursery and heard the soft coo of the new babe and slowly peaked inside but then retreated back as he saw Jane holding her newborn daughter in her arms walking around the room slowly rocking her.

Jane walked towards the nursery bed they had set up that stood next to the blue with pink ribbon crib and sat down on it as she began singing her baby to sleep as she rocked her back and forth gingerly.

La-la lu, La-la lu

Oh, my little star sweeper

I'll sweep the stardust for you

Loki crept inside the nursery hiding under one of the tables as he stared at Jane in awe as he remembered his own mother singing him to sleep just like that when he was a babe and a child. He watched as Jane stood up and tucked the baby into her crib and gently began rocking it back and forth.

La-la lu, La-la lu

Little soft fluffy sleeper

Here comes a pink cloud for you

As Jane kept singing, Loki kept low to the ground as he now stood in front of the crib on the other side of Jane. He was determined to see just what made this baby make the Avengers go so crazy, so without trying to be noticed by Jane, he raised his upper body to try and see the crib without being noticed to catch a glimpse of the babe. Unaware that his brother stood behind him and could see this wolf trying to see the babe was his brother. Thor reached out and touched his brother’s head making Loki flinch and lower himself to the ground baring his teeth.

La-la lu, La-la lu

Little wandering angel

Fold up your wings, close your eyes

Thor nodded in acceptance and Loki could now fully look into the cradle to see just what the fuss was about. When Jane finally lifted the blanket to reveal the babe, when Loki finally saw the tiny thing wrapped up in pink. His face felt warm, his heart raced and his felt all giddy inside.

He quickly looked at his brother and Jane then back down at the babe and smiled a wolfish grin as his wolf tail began wagging happily. He now knew why the Avengers were acting so giddy because of this babe.

She was just so darn cute.

La-la lu, La-la lu

And may love be your keeper

La-la lu, La-la lu, La-la lu

“There now, little star sweeper, dream on”. Jane whispered as she tucked her baby in.

The three of them smiled at each other then Thor gently rubbed his brother’s wolf head and Jane did as well as gently kiss behind his ear. The couple then left Loki alone to get better acquainted with his little niece. Loki wolf glowed a bright green and yellow light and soon appeared beside the crib in his normal form.

He smiled happily down at the little babe and gently picked her up and held the tiny thing in his arms as he walked towards the bed and sat down on it staring at this little thing in his arms.

“You know, I guess for once I was wrong. I thought you would be just like all the other babes I’ve seen in this world, noisy, spoiled, irritating, but ehehe, now looking at you; here like this, you are the most beautiful creature I’ve seen in all the nine realms. And I’m proud to be your uncle, my little Star sweeper”. It was then the babe began to wake up, and staring up into Loki’s emerald eyes were the most beautiful (y/e/c) eyes he had ever seen.

They gleamed just like the stars themselves.

Loki smiled lovingly for the first time it what seemed forever as the ice in his heart melted just from the first look into her eyes. The baby cooed happily as she reached out for Loki’s face.

He softly laughed and lifted his index finger and gently poked her tiny button nose. She grabbed onto Loki’s finger with a slightly strong grip.

“Ohh, you’re strong little one, I guess that comes from your father, thank Valhalla that you don’t look like him though, your beauty comes from your mother”. Loki chuckled softly, the baby softly laughed as she again reached out for Loki’s face.

He smiled lovingly and nuzzled his nose against her chubby little cheek as he shoulder length hair gently tickled her face. Then the baby gently raised her hand up and cupped Loki’s cheek.

He suddenly froze in shock.

He looked down at his niece and saw her cooing lovingly as she smiled a gummy smile and babbled cutely in baby tongue. Now Loki truly felt his heart melting, tears fell down his face as he kissed his niece’s forehead and kept her tiny hand cupping his cheek.

“I’ll take care of you my little Star sweeper, I promise”. He then peppered light kisses all over her face making her coo and gently tickled under her chin with his index finger making her laugh. He smiled and tucked the baby into his arms and watched with loving eyes as she yawned tiredly then cooed as she nuzzled into her uncle’s chest, gripping his armor in a tiny little fist.

Loki laid backwards on the bed and stroked his niece’s head and wrapped a protective arm around her so that no one would steal her away from him then the two of them fell asleep together in the nursery room.

~FF 9 months later~

Little (y/n) was growing up quite fast as she was now 9 months old, it was Winter once again in New York and now the Avengers had to get back to reality. They were sent on missions for weeks, months at a time but they still made time for little (y/n) but the one who was almost always with her and would not let her go was none other than Uncle Loki himself.

He had her practically hooked to his hip as he carried her around the tower, feeding her, rocking her to sleep, playing with her, and showing her his magic by conjuring up animals for her to play with like rabbits and butterflies.

But now came around the time when Jane and Thor had a science convention to go to for a three days weekend. And it would be their first time being away from their baby for that long of a period. All of the other Avengers were still out on missions and Pepper just recently got called away on business so they had no one to watch over their daughter. Even though Thor asked Jane about Loki, she worried that Loki could just steal her away and make her his with the way he’s been protective and possessive over her.

Jane wanted another babysitter to watch over Loki too to make sure he didn’t do anything reckless to their child, so she called up Erik and Darcy and they said they would be free and would come around Thursday when they had to leave.

Thor was currently packing up their bags for the plane ride to the convention in San Diego and Thor said as he zipped up the last suitcase while Loki just watched him with curiosity.

“Well, that should do it, hopefully this will be enough when we get to San Diego”. Loki tilted his head in confusion as to why in the world they were leaving for San Diego? He then quickly left for the nursery to see Jane looking over their sleeping daughter who she had just put to bed in her crib. He walked on the other side of the crib and looked down at her as Thor whispered to his wife,

“Jane, Jane, we don’t have much time”.

“Thor I just can’t leave her, she’s still so small and helpless,” Loki leaned down against the crib and looked lovingly at his little niece but it quickly turned to anger and annoyance as Thor said.

“She’ll be alright,” Jane walked out of the nursery and Thor continued as he gently pushed his worrisome wife out of the nursery wing, “now come on, if she wakes up we’ll never get away”.

“But Thor I feel so guilty deserting her like this!”

“Nonsense”. Loki looked at the door to see the parents of his own niece walking away then looked down worriedly at his niece. His eyes quickly turned to rage as he disappeared from his niece’s side then quickly stood before Thor and Jane in the form of a Nightfury. He snarled at Thor and Jane and glared at them with stilt pupil and wings out as far as he could expand them to make himself look menacing.

Loki knowing what it’s like being abandoned did not want his niece to be abandoned by her own parents making her feel unloved just like him. If you’re going away you either take your child with you or not go at all. And Loki was furious to thinking after these past months of taking care of her and loving her, it was all a trick just so they could go away to their stupid science convention.

“Brother, what is the meaning of this?”

“Oh Thor, he thinks we’re running out on her”. Jane stated chuckling softly. Thor gently placed his hand on his brother’s dragon head but Loki snarled and knocked his hand away but Thor placed his hand on his head as did Jane as Thor said.

“Oh don’t worry brother, we’ll be back in a couple of days”.

“And Darcy and Erik will be here,” Jane said. Loki’s pupils then began to dilate to appear more friendlier at Jane’s statement then Thor’s statement made him feel proud.

“And with you here to help them take care of her,”

‘Mr. and Mrs. Odinson, Darcy and Erik have arrived’ JARVIS stated.

“Oh and speaking of which,” Thor stated as Loki faded away down to the lobby to open the door as Jane gave the order to let JARIVS open the doors for Erik and Darcy. Just before Loki could open the door, they opened and Darcy burst right in like a raging bull and Erik followed pursuit of Darcy unaware that they had slammed the door in on Loki. He poked his head out and narrowed his eyes at the brunette airhead scientist and the genius who helped him with the New York invasion.

“Oh sorry we’re late guys, hope we haven’t kept you waiting!” Darcy said urgently.

“Here let me get your bags for you both,” Thor stated but Darcy interrupted by saying as she stripped herself of her jacket.

“Now, now, now no fussing we know our way around, on your way now, mustn’t miss your flight, have a good time and don’t worry about a thing. Goodbye guys goodbye, have a good time in San Diego!” Darcy said as she pushed them outside. Loki stood beside her in wolf form as he watched Thor and Jane get into the car and wave goodbye then drove off.

The doors then closed and Loki was butted out unintentionally.

“Now to see that cutie goddaughter of mine!” Darcy cried out. Loki’s ears perked at the mention of his niece and quickly phased into a tiny sparrow and flew up towards the vents and flew through them until he reached the nursery and saw Darcy and Erik standing over her crib cooing out in baby talk. Loki entered through the vents and stood by her crib and phased back to normal as he smiled down at her.

“Coochie, coochie, coochie, coochie, coochie coo. Awww~ you adorable little—” Darcy gasped and cried out as she saw Loki standing right in front of her looking down at her goddaughter. “God damnit what are you doing in here?! Go get out shoo! Shoo! Scat get away from my goddaughter!” Darcy hit Loki over the head with her purse. As Loki ran out of the room, Darcy slammed the door loudly making little (y/n) cry loudly.

“Aww there, there now. Mama Darcy won’t let that mean old monster frighten you again, no, no, no, no”. Loki heard Darcy coo as he tried to open the door but when he heard Darcy’s words, he felt crushed.

Monster.

Of course she would say that about him, but to hear her say that to his little niece crushed him. He then sulked away from the nursery wing and went back into his room and laid on his bed and curled up in shame as he tried to stop his crying.

Surprisingly (y/n) hadn’t stopped crying ever since Darcy shooed Loki out from the nursery, Darcy and Erik tried everything they could to make her stop but nothing they did seemed to work. By nightfall, they were exhausted and just gave up and heavily drunk themselves to sleep with Tony’s secret stash of alcohol.

When Loki kept hearing her crying over the baby monitor he couldn’t take it anymore.

He couldn’t stand to hear his little niece in pain so he quickly ran towards the nursery but took notice of Darcy and Erik passed out with Tony’s alcohol bottles all over the place. He shook his head in disgust then quickly teleported to the nursery and saw his niece screaming her head off.

Her little face was red and tearstains stains her cheeks like dried up glue. He felt his heart clench as he walked right up to her and took her in his arms.

“Shhh, shhh, shhh, there, there now my little one, shhhh, stop your crying, I’m here now. Uncle Loki is here~” he cooed softly as he rocked his niece softly. (Y/n) then stopped her loud crying and looked up at her uncle with soft hiccups. He smiled and said as a bottle filled with milk appeared in his hands and he went to the rocking chair and sat down in it. “There’s my girl, there you are, yes my little dove”, he then began feeding her hoping that it would relief her of her hunger problems since it seems that she didn’t want to have Darcy or Erik feed her.

After her meal, he held her close to his chest where she snuggled into his armor breathing in his scent as she gently whimpered and softly fussed.

“Shhh, shh now, don’t cry. I’m here darling, I’m here, come on, come on” he held her to his shoulder as he gently patted her now forming light brown hair. (Y/n) sniffled and her fussing died down to gentle coos as she gripped her uncle’s armor in her first. “That’s my girl,” he separated her from his shoulder but held her out as he gently rubbed his nose against hers making her softly giggle. “That’s how I like to see my little one, with a big smile on her face”. Loki then peppered kisses all over her head down into her neck blowing raspberries making her laugh.

He playfully growled as he laid down against the bed and raised her up with his hands cupping around her small waist then he began tickling her ribs as he kept her in the air making her laugh even more.

“Mhm, I love tickling my little lion cub, hearing her laugh makes me feel so happy inside” he brought her down and nuzzled his nose against her cheek as he also kissed her temple. (Y/n) nuzzled under her uncle’s chin and felt herself beginning to relax as her body was telling her it was time for sleep but she began fussing to try and fight it off.

“Oh my darling, you must be tired from all that crying you’ve been doing all day, let’s get you into your crib”. He walked over to her crib and went to set her down but she quickly grabbed his finger and fussed as tears began forming in her eyes once again. Loki’s heart clenched then he came up with an idea.

He took (y/n) in his arms and teleported the two of them to his room and set her down on his bed and cuddled close beside her and summoned a child’s book in his hands.

“Would you like me to read you your favorite story little one?” (Y/n) cooed and babbled softly making Loki chuckle softly then he tucked her in his arm as he began to read her favorite story, “The Cat in the Hat”.

After the story, (y/n) was finally asleep as she was curled up into her uncle’s strong arm. He smiled softly and covered the two of them up with the blanket then he whispered to his niece,

“Goodnight my little Star Sweeper, sleep well”. He gave her one final kiss then like a protective wall, he wrapped himself around her and held her close to his chest.

~Extended Ending~

Darcy and Erik woke up sometime in the late afternoon to hear nothing but silence.

“Darcy do you hear anything?”

“No, you don’t think—” they quickly as they could raced to the nursery to see (y/n) but were shocked to see her not sleeping in her crib. They only knew one person who could’ve had her. They raced to Loki’s room but when they got there they were shocked at what they saw.

Loki was cuddling (y/n) as they both were sleeping. Darcy looked at her watch and saw that it was 10 minutes pasted (y/n)’s second naptime but Loki managed to handle it, and the fact that they weren’t woken up or had to suffer anymore crying once they woke up hung over.

“Well I’ll be—who would’ve thought”. Erik stated. Darcy smiled softly then said.

“Maybe I was wrong, maybe he does care about her, now I think I’ll believe what Jane says from now on”.

“Come on Darcy, I think we best leave them to rest”.

“Oh wait I wanna do something first!” She quickly went to her camera app on her phone and took a quick picture and posted it on Instagram and Twitter as well as Tumblr and titled it.

GOD OF MISCHIEF WITH BABY (how cute)

More fangirls got turned over to Loki’s army now than ever.

#loki laufeyson #uncle!loki #fluff #baby fluff #avengers

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