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dudadragneel · 9 months

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🦄 I literally just woke up and thought this through. So they’re staying at y/n parent’s holiday house right? Okay so I’m thinking to switch the dynamics up with this one in which Hyunjin knows he’s sick and keeps expressing this to y/n but they’re really busy with work or something on their laptop all day. So Hyunjin keeps telling y/n he doesn’t feel well but they think he’s probably just tired and shrug it off. Then afterwards he gets a really bad stomachache and y/n finally starts thinking something is actually wrong so they cuddle to make him feel better and then that’s when it happens and he just throws up all over y/n and the bed and it’s a whole disaster. Y/n feels bad now for not taking him seriously and helps them both get clean. He feels really bad and gets all emotional which only makes him feel worse. They hope that everything is fine but then things just get worse so y/n ends up having to drive them home early since they don’t haven’t any clean clothes anymore and care for him better there.

want this one to be messy in all the best waysss 🤞🏻I

hope this wasn’t too long/too much I wanted to be descriptive I hope you like my little idea :)I

I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK THIS LONG! BUT HERE IT IS!!

🦄! I hope you and everyone else enjoy it!

Warning: it's messy, I guess

AN EVENTFUL WEEKEND

To say you two liked to enjoy every single minute of your vacations was an understatement, you planned everything to make sure you'd be able to make the most out of the breaks Hyunjin had from his busy idol life.

This time around, it was summer, thankfully it wasn't as hot as it was on a previous trip with the boys, but it was still hot. You two wanted to enjoy some pool and a chill time away from everything. Your parents owned a holiday house away from the city and told you to enjoy your time there, that way you wouldn't need to spend money on a 3 days stay somewhere else.

You were both excited for this little getaway, even though you still had work due in a few days and you'd be a little busy at the beginning of your vacation.

However, things wouldn't go as smooth as you'd both like. On the night before Hyunjin went out for dinner with the boys, it was a hot night so they decided to go to the Han river and just enjoy each other's company while eating. They talked, they laughed, they cried and they ate a lot and had a lot of fun.

By the time they decided to walk back to the dorms, Hyunjin was already feeling weird. After they ate and started playing, Hyunjin felt full, not only felt, his belly was actually a little bloated. He thought that it was just gas and moving around would help ease the weird feeling. But it didn't, it kept getting worse, his stomach was still bloated and started to hurt. He tried to just shrug it off not to worry his brothers.

But the walk back home was rather long and although it was a little windy, the heat still wasn't helping. As they made their way to the dorms, Hyunjin's stomach started to feel worse, what was once a feeling of being full, had now turned into nausea. He felt something creep up his chest and immediately swallowed and tried to just shrug it off again.

But deep down he knew he was eventually gonna be sick and his stomach wasn't helping at all.

He just tapped on Chan's shoulder to get the older boy's attention.

- Hyung...

- Hm? What is it?

Chan said as he and the others stopped walking to pay attention to Hyunjin.

- I'm feeling sick...

- What's wrong?

- My stomach hurts...and I feel nauseous...

- Okay. Maybe it's because you moved too much after eating. Do you want to sit down for a bit?

- Yeah...

The boys helped Hyunjin to a bench nearby and sat for a while to see if he felt a little better before heading to the dorms.

- Do you want some water?

- Yeah...I guess...

They bought some water at a nearby vending machine and gave it to Hyunjin, who took careful small sips. Thankfully, the cold water gave him some sort of relief, it sat well with his stomach. He just sat for a while and took deep breaths as he felt the nausea begin to fade away. After a few moments he told the others he felt a little better and they could keep walking back home. He soon regretted that decision.

No lies, he took max 5 steps and his stomach jolted again. He felt something rush up his chest in a way he knew he wouldnt be able to hold.

He tugged on his hyung's shirt and barely managed to talk.

- -m gonna throw up

He said gagging and bending forward, vomit gushing out of him and hitting the ground with a sickening sound, and just barely escaping soiling his hyung's shoes.

- Hyune!

The boys said gathering around him, out of concern and also to block him from potential curious people walking around.

Chan turned him around so he was now facing the street gutter and he supported himself on his knees as he spat out thick saliva before another violent stream came out, his body barely gave him time to catch his breath when a burp brought up even more partially digested food.

- Oh my god, Hyune-ah...

His hyungs said as they rubbed his back and kept his hair from falling on his face.

- How are you feeling?

- Sick...

- Maybe it's the food. It could've been out of date. It's best if you get it all out, Hyunjin-ah.

There was no need to tell him twice, as his stomach contracted again, sending more putrid vomit up, followed by another strong wave.

- Do any of you have water?

Chan said as he rubbed Hyunjin's back, gently applying a little bit of pressure to help the boy get everything out his system.

- Here Hyung.

Han said handing him his water.

- Hyune-ah, straighten your back and take deep breaths with me okay?

Hyunjin did as he was told and took a few minutes for his stomach to give him a break.

- Here, rinse your mouth. Are you good?

- I think so...

- Can you walk back home?

- Yeah...

- I'll help you. Let's go.

The walk back to the dorms didn't have any more incidents and Hyunjin couldn't be happier to be home.

He took a shower and some stomach medication and went to sleep, hoping this was an isolated incident and he'd be good by morning for your little getaway. But boy, was he wrong.

Morning came, it was sunny but chilly at the same time, you were finishing packing your stuff and called Hyunjin.

- Good morning babe.

- Morning

He said on the other side of the phone, voice raspy from just waking up and the strain of vomiting the night before. You noticed it but didn't give it much thought, since he had just woken up.

- How are you?

- good...and you?

- I'm great. I'm finishing packing my stuff, I'll be there in 20 minutes.

- Okay.

He was lying, he felt sick. Whatever it was from the food yesterday, it was still making him sick.

But he didn't want to cancel your getaway because it was important to both you and him, getting to relax like this together.

He got up from bed and contemplated whether or no the would have breakfast. He knew that if he didn't eat anything the hunger would add to the nausea and it would make him feel even worse.

He took some Dramin before mustering the courage to have breakfast. Needless to say it was hard to chew and swallow the food but he managed to do it.

He also finished packing his bag and then got down to wait for you at the garage.

Like you said, you arrived exactly 20 minutes after you called him.

He got into the car and gave you a kiss.

- Hey babe.

- Hello honey. How are you?

- Not that good...and you?

- I'm fine. What's wrong?

- I don't know... I feel weird...

- Aren't you just tired? You went out with the boys yesterday right?

- Yeah...I don't know...

- Just don't pay much attention to it. Try to keep yourself distracted.

You said grabbing his hand and kissing it before starting the car. You put on some music and turned on the AC since it was a little hot outside. Just like you said, he tried his best to keep himself distracted, he chatted with you, and sang a little bit as well, despite feeling his stomach twist a little every now and then. Not enough for him to say he felt nauseous, but enough to annoy him.

One hour into the road trip, the medication he had taken earlier was still working, hence why he wasn't feeling that nauseous, but he felt really sleepy so he was dozing off. Which was good, that way he didn't pay attention to the weird feeling in his stomach, that was giving him clear signs that having breakfast might've not been the best idea.

Eventually, you decided it would be good to stop at a rest area to go to the bathroom and buy some snacks before heading to the house.

Hyune, wake up...

Hm? Did we arrive?

Not yet silly. It's a rest area, will go straight to the house from here. I'm gonna use the restroom real quick and eat something. And you?

I'll use the restroom as well...

Do you want something to eat?

No, I don't feel hungry...my stomach feels weird...

You might be carsick...It'll be good if you step out of the car for a bit, breathe some fresh air and stretch you legs.

Yeah...I'll do that.

You went to the bathroom first while Hyunjin mustered the courage to get out of the car he was rather comfortable there and he was afraid that moving would make his stomach flip. But he didn't even need to move for that to happen, it flipped and contracted without giving him much warning, he suppressed a gag and recolected himself before heading to the restroom.

He locked himself inside one of the stalls and just stood there, eyes closed, clenching his fists to the point his knuckles turned white, breathing deeply trying to fight the urge to throw up. He didn't want to throw the little amount he ate earlier afraid that he'd be feeling both nauseous and hungry later.

But his stomach had other plans, it was sloshing around as if he was inside a car on a bumpy road. He felt it contract making him gag into his hands and he kept gagging, trying his best to hold everything in and for a brief moment he thought he had won that battle. But then, a stronger contraction mixed with an air bubble stuck in his throat, made him burp and that time he couldn't hold it. Vomit escaped through his fingers, splashing inside the toilet water with a sickening sound.

He didn't want to kneel in front of the toilet in a public restroom so he bent over, one of his hands on his aching stomach and the other against the wall for balance. His stomach contracted, arching his back and sending another wave of pale brown liquid that hit the water with a sickening sound, unfortunately for him, loud enough for someone who entered the restroom to hear.

Dude, are you okay in there? Do you want me to call someone?

No, I'm fine...

That was his answer, but not his reality. As soon as he answered the stranger outside, his stomach contracted one more time, but now only bile came out and then another contraction forced him to gag harshly one more time bringing up just a thin stream, but enough to make him go red because of strain his body was putting him through.

Once he was left dry heaving, he stood straight, just like you always told him to do when he got sick, to try to keep his stomach from being stimulated again. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply a few times before deeming it safe to exit the stall. He rinsed his mouth and splashed some water on his face, given how he was looking after what he just went through.

You were waiting for Hyunjin outside eating your snack. The stranger who was inside the men's restroom came out and commented with his friend that someone was throwing up, you happened to overhear them talking and got a bit worried. Could it have been Hyunjin? you thought but then you remembered that it could've been just carsickness and that he would bee feeling better now. However another man left the restroom first, so you thought it might've been him and not Hyunjin who was getting sick.

Hyunjin then got out of the restroom and met with you at the table you were.

Are you okay?

Yeah. I just...I think I was feeling a little carsick...

Did you throw up?

No...

He was lying, he wanted to tell you he did throw up, but he thought you wouldn't get worried and just tell him he was tired or something, so he kept it to himself.

Let's go.

He slept through the rest of the way until you got to the summer house. It was a beautiful place, away from the city, it had a pool, which would be marvelous, if he wasn't feeling so horrible.

You two unpacked your bags and you proceeded to make lunch, Hyunjin's situation was slowly getting worse, the nausea just didn't want to fade away anymore, so he deemed it best to stay outside than risk being exposed to the smell of food.

Honey, I'll stay outside, by the pool. It's too hot...

He said, which wasn't a lie, it was too hot.

okay. I'll call you when it's ready.

He lay down on one of the sun loungers and tried to pay attention to his surroundings, in an attempt to ignore the nausea. He felt a cool breeze on his skin and listened to the sound of the water inside the pool. That was the most relaxed he felt since yesterday. But things would soon take a turn for the worse.

Lunch was ready and Hyunjin couldn't be feeling more fearful than now. The last thing he wanted was to eat, he knew that if he did so, he would eventually throw up.

Babe...I'm not hungry...

What do you mean?

My stomach doesn't feel well...

It might still be sensitive from the trip. Maybe if you eat something it will feel a little better. Feeling hungry is only gonna make it worse.

Okay...I'll eat just a little bit...

The food was delicious, like always, and he wanted to have enjoyed it, but that wasn't the case. Each mouthful was a struggle, he would chew for too long and then swallowing it would be even harder. In the end, he managed to eat a fair amount. But his stomach was complaining all the time and proceeded to do so after he finished eating.

While you did the dishes he decided to go to the bedroom to rest for a bit, hoping his stomach would feel a little better after a nap. He lay down, one hand resting on his stomach the other arm covering his eyes.

You still had some work to do, so you decided to work while you kept company to Hyunjin. You entered very quietly and sat down on your desk.

Hm? Babe....

Oh, Hyune, did I wake you up?

Not really....

You can go back to sleep, I won't make any noise.

Babe...my stomach hurts...

Maybe the food didn't sit well with you being carsick. Why don't you try to get some sleep while I get this over with?

I'll try...

You failed to notice the sad tone in his voice when he answered you, and just focused on your work for the time being. Hyunjin felt so frustrated with the fact that you weren't exactly worried about him, that he just turned to the other side.

He'd been feeling awful since last night and now, even though he hated to admit, he was stressed that you were thinking he wasn't being serious about feeling sick. He just closed his eyes and tried to focus on sleeping, but his misery just got worse and worse.

In a few minutes, he started to feel cramps on his stomach, the burning sensation grew stronger, the nausea had subsided a bit but it was still there. It was as if there was someone stabbing him from inside and starting a fire in his stomach, a feeling now unbearable.

Without knowing, he started crying, not only because of the unbearable pain he felt, but also because you weren't taking his complaints seriously. He curled up in a tiny ball covered by the sheets, even though it was hot, the pain made him break into cold sweats. You could hear some shuffling behind you, so you stopped working and turned to Hyunjin, only to find him in that state.

Hyune? Babe?

You said as you gently nudged his shoulder. Understandably, he didn't want to move, or look at you, which surprised you. And now you started to grow concerned.

Babe, please. What's wrong?

He turned to you, eyes red from crying.

I've been telling you what's wrong, since morning.

Baby, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I was too focused with the trip and the remaining work I had to do. I'm sorry I didn't hear you.

My stomach is killing me.

What exactly are you feeling?

Cramps and it burns. It's hurting too much.

Oh baby...I'm sorry. I'm here now.

You lay down next to him and cuddled him, you brushed his hair and gently massaged his tummy, in circling motion. He tried his best to focus on your touch and take deep breaths to see if he'd feel a little better now that you were with him. But it didn't take long before the disaster unfolded.

His stomach just felt worse and worse. The nausea that had been hidden while he felt pain, had now came back. He felt everything sloshing inaide, he was laying down but he felt like he was o boat on a very angry sea.

He felt it jump aggressively and send it's contents up his chest but he felt like there was a burp stuck on his throat so he carefully tried to get rid of it only to be tricked by his own body.

As soon as he did that, hot liquid rushed up his throat without much warning, filling his mouth with a foul taste. When he opened his mouth, thinking it was only a burp, vomit gushed outright onto you, soiling you, him and the bed.

- Oh my god! Hyune! Are you okay?

- S-sorry...

That's all he managed to say as he sat up and another violent stream gushed out, adding to the mess on the bed. You ran to get a towel to put on top of it and helped Hyunjin sit on the edge of the bed, with a bucket at his feet.

- Oh baby...

You said wiping his mouth and the tears that had unconsciously fallen down his cheeks.

- I'm S-sorry...I made a mess...

He said between sobs.

- I just- I was feeling sick since yesterday and it just wouldn't go away...

- Why didn't you tell me?

You said and immediately regretted saying that.

- I tried to! The whole day! From the moment you picked me up at the dorms I told you I was feeling weird. But you didn't give it much thought and just kept saying I was tired or carsick.

You had never seen Hyunjin that angry or sad before, not to the point of talking like this to you. But you couldn't blame him one bit, you knew this was 100% your fault.

- Baby, I'm so so so sorry...

He had broken into sobs after saying that, from pain and frustration, and it only made things worse. Crying made him swallow a lot of saliva and that just increased his nausea even more. In a matter of seconds he bent over as another violent stream of chunky vomit gushed out, thankfully, hitting the bucket you had previously placed by his feet.

You rushed to grab his hair and hold it while your other hand rubbed his back.

- It's okay. You're doing great. Get everything out.

A harsh gag, painfully contracted his stomach and arched his back, making he bend even further as another wave came out mixing with what was already inside the bucket.

- Oh my god, baby. I'm so sorry...

You said as you kept rubbing his back. A small coughing fit stimulated his stomach, which sent up a thin stream of saliva mixed with partially digested food.

- oh god.

You couldn't help but grimace a little, the room was starting to smell, since the bed sheets were still soiled with vomit.

He sat straight, trying to catch his breath and regain control of his body but it was pointless. His stomach still felt weird, it contracted once more and for a while Hyunjin tried to hold it in, his throat was starting to hurt. But his body had other plans, he felt a bubble of air coming up his throat and he tried to burp, but instead, vomit came out without much warning, getting on his clothes again and ok the floor.

All you could do was put another towel on top of it and keep rubbing Hyunjin's back, but now you tried to rub his stomach as well. Maybe some gentle touch would comfort him a little.

His stomach finally gave him a little break.

- Baby, straighten your back a little. Let's take a deep breath. Come on, in and out.

He followed your instructions while you still rubbed his back and squeezed his hand, reassuring him you were there.

- Baby, come here. Let's take these off.

You helped him out of his soiled clothes and guided him to sit on a chair while you removed the bed sheets.

You came back from the laundry and then guided him to the bathroom and had him sit on the bathtub.

- Baby, I'm gonna help you, okay?

- Hm...

- if you feel sick let me know, okay?

- Okay...

You helped him take a shower because he was feeling too weak, after throwing up most of what he'd eaten that day. You washed his hair since some vomit ended up getting on it.

Thankfully he didn't throw up during the bath and then you helped him get dressed in some comfy clothes.

He had thrown up on you but you were afraid of leaving him alone, so you just wiped off and then changed into some clean clothes.

- Baby...I'm tired....

- try to get some sleep baby...I'll just get some cold water for you.

He lay down and closed his eyes and tried to sleep, but it didn't matter how tired be was, his stomach felt way too bad for him to be able to relax. It kept gurgling, twisting and turning, the nausea never going away, and only getting worse.

You got back from the kitchen with some cold water for him and lay down beside him.

- Honey, come here, let's cuddle, hm?

- I want to ...but I don't feel safe...

-Why?

- I'm afraid of vomiting on you again.

- You can turn to the side, baby. I just want to embrace you.

- thank you.

You wrapped your arms gently around him, careful not to squeeze him and make him throw up again.

Just like a miracle, he managed to fall asleep, while you stayed awake, feeling both relief that he was sleeping and tension that this situation might be far from over. And boy, were you right.

About an hour into sleeping, Hyunjin woke up with his stomach revolting again. However he didn't dare move his body, he just kept his eyes closed and tried to take deep long breaths. He clenched his fists in an attempt to take back control over his body, feeling tense trying to hold everything in. Part of him wanted to call you, the other knew for sure he'd throw up if he even attempted to.

But none of his approaches to easing the nausea were working and now it was building up even more. His mouth started tasting foul and saliva was pooling inside of it, he felt something rushing up his throat so he covered his mouth and started swallowing convulsively, trying to hold it in. He took deep breaths in between and for a brief moment, it looked like that urge had gone away. But then, an air bubble came up his throat and when he opened his mouth to let it out, a thick stream of vomit spilled out soiling the bed sheets once again and the floor.

You jolted up at the sound of something splashing on the floor and immediately knew what was going on.

- Hyune! Baby!

- 'm sorry...

He said almost sobbing again for making another huge mess. You quickly grabbed another towel and threw it on the floor on top of the vomit and helped Hyunjin sit up again.

The motion made his stomach jump and he felt liquid rish up his esophagus, he covered his mouth to suppress a belch, but to no avail. Another gag followed up bringing more pale brown vomit that escapes from his mouth and slipped through his fingers soiling his shirt, shorts and the sheets. He kept his hand on his mouth, knowing that another wave was coming up.

- Shit! Here.

You ended up forgetting to get back the bucket before, so instinctively, you placed your hands under his mouth just in time to catch the remaining vomit, preventing from adding to the mess. You could feel every bit and piece of undigested food pooling in your hands, not being able to do much but breathe deeply holding back a grimace.

- You're okay. You're doing good. Don't worry about any of this. Just focus on getting everything out.

You couldn't move from your spot and your hands were far from being able to hold everything. So you thought that since the bed was already a mess, it didn't matter if the rest of it got dirty and asked Hyunjin to get the blanket and place it in his legs so you could dispose of the vomit in your hands without soiling him and his clothes even more.

- Baby, I'll just wash my hands, okay? I'll be right back.

You left to the bathroom and Hyunjin just stood there, frustrated that he lost complete control of his body. It didn't matter how much he tried to control the nausea, his stomach just wanted to get everything out. At this point he thought that he was vomiting what he had eaten the entire week.

Another jolt and a loud gurgle announced that more was coming. The same process, foul tasting saliva and hot liquid rushing up his chest and back of his throat. By now he knew it was no use trying to fight this awful feeling. The putrid tasting liquid soon filled his mouth making him gag, he he covered his mouth in an useless attempt but he knew he wouldn't be able to hold it in. In that moment another gag arched his back, he let go of his mouth and ducked his head as another bout of vomit fell on the blanket he had previously placed by his lap.

His body barely gave him time to catch his breath before another gag made him belch and cough up another stream of pale borwn liquid, this time coming out of nose as well.

You got back into the bedroom just in time to see him vomit again on the blanket that by now was completely soiled.

- Oh my god! Babe!

You ran to his side and grabbed his hair and this time decided to rub his stomach. You could feel his body shiver under your hand as another harsh gag arched his back bringing up more putrid vomit, the sound of it mixing with the big puddle on the blanket making you grimace a little.

- It's okay babe. Just keep going. Just focus on get it all out.

He grabbed your arm for dear life and squeezed it as his stomach contracted one more time, bringing only a little stream of liquid mixed with rice and saliva. You squeezed his arm back reassuring him you were there.

- Baby, I think you have food poisoning. It's not normal for you to be vomiting so much. Considering all the times this has happened before. Tell me, what did you do last night?

He breathed deeply but didn't dare open his eyes. The lights and everything were starting to make him feel overstimulated, even if he didn't have a migraine.

- I- I went to the Han river... And we até there.

- when did you start feeling like this? Be honest with me. I know I didnt pay attention to you but please tell me.

- Since yesterday night ... I got sick last night when we were going back to the dorms...

- Okay... Well go to the hospital and then we'll head back home okay? You need to be examined and get some fluids in...you threw up too much and you're proba ly dehydrated. And also, we don't have any more clean sheets or clothes.

- Okay....I'm sorry...

- don't apologize. It's not your fault. If I had payed attention, this wouldn't have happened.

You packed your stuff and put the soiled clothes and sheets on plastic bags, securely closed to wash later.

You grabbed a few plastic bags from the kitchen and gave one to Hyunjin before entering the car.

- Babe, I'll let the windows open so you can breathe some fresh air. You have the plastic bag but if the movement of the car gets too much tell me, we can park somewhere and the continue.

- Okay ...

A few minutes into the ride, his stomach gurgled loudly, and you heard it as well. You placed you hand on his shoulders thank God for automatic cars, as he brought the plastic bag close to his face and bent over throwing up bile and saliva.

You could only rub his shoulders and hope he'd be fine. He coughed a few time because something got stuck on his throat and then threw up again. He then was left dry heaving and you told him to sit back on the seat and try to take deep breaths. He did as you told him and for a while it worked.

For another hour he was "fine", his stomach kept making uncomfortable sounds but nothing more than that and Hyynjin kept shifting uncomfortably all the time. Unfortunately, the road to the hospital was in construction so the route you had to take instead was too bumpy because of debris and other stuff. You cursed under your breath because this was now explicit torture to Hyunjin.

He tried his best to not throw up and kept everything in, but the swaying was too much and that plastic bag wouldn't be of much help.

- Please...pull over-

He said gagging at the end of the sentence. Thankfully there was a shoulder near that you could stop the car. As soon as it came to a full stop, Hyunjin quickly unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the door, bending over as a thick stream of bile and saliva poured by the side of the car.

You barely had time to unbuckle your belt, getting out of the car on your side would be risky so you just moved closer to Hyunjin and started rubbing his back as he gagged productively one more time followed by a burp that brought a thin stream of bile.

- oh baby... Hold on just a bit longer. Well Be at the hospital soon.

You gave him some water to rinse his mouth and then he closed the door, sat back on the seat and exhaled tiredly.

- I feel miserable...

- I know baby...you'll fell better after the doctor prescribes you something and we're at home.

- I know...

- Are you good to go? Do you need to throw up again?

- No...not now...

- Okay, then I'll restart the car. I'll do my best but the road is not gonna be of much help ..

- I know ... It's not your fault....

You started the car and headed to the hospital, unfortunately he threw up one more time on the way there but you didn't have to stop again.

It didn't take long for him to get called. You explained to the doctors what had happened while Hyunjin just sat beside you, holding onto another plastic bag in case he felt the urge to throw up again.

- I see...so he's been feeling nauseous since yesterday. And the vomiting started yesterday as well, right?

- Yes.

- Well run some tests and we'll take a blood sample, while we do that, we'll get you some IV fluids. From what yohr s/o told me, you might be really dehydrated. I'm actually surprised you didn't faint. You can go lay down there, a nurse will go there in a minute.

The nurse installed the IV fluids and told you that it would take about 1h30 for it to be done and that he'd do an abdominal tomography to rule out anything more serious, since it could've been an appendix burst given some of his symptoms.

The IV fluids were helping, he felt a little better after 30 minutes, then they called him for the exam and when he returned he was feeling nauseous again, moving around was the last thing he wanted to do.

He just sat back on the bed and didn't want to lay down. He just kept looking down.

- I want to throw up.

He said gagging and you hurriedly placed the basin beneath his chin for him to throw up and rubbed his back.

The nurse came back and told the doctor had prescribe result of the tomography medication for his stomach ache and that the tomography didn't show anything and the blood tests confirmed your suspicion, food poisoning.

The doctor told him he'd stay at least another hour getting IV fluids and an intravenous medication to help with the continuous vomiting.

Fortunately the medication seemed to have worked and althouggh be still felt nauseous, be didn't feel like vomiting. He gave you a prescription with medications for Hyunjin and told you what you should do to nurse him back to health and that this could take a few days.

- Let's go home.

In the car Hyunjin kept dozing off on the ride home and thankfully he didn't throw up anymore.

- When we get home you'll take a nice bath and then you'll get some nice sleep and I'll be by your side all the time my love.

- Thank you...

He said smiling shyly and turning to look at you with loving eyes, almost asleep again.

Jus like you said, you helped him take a shower and then lay down with him and let him cuddle you. You kept a bucket and some spare sheets and towels ready for whatever would happen.

An dnust like the doctor warned you, it would take a few days for him to recover. You spent the next 3 or 4 days cleaning vomit here and there, doing laundry and making countless trips to the bathroom.

To say you were exhausted when he was finally better was an overstatement but then, Hyunjin did his best to compensate and take good care of you, the way you also deserved.

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withlovefromsimtown · 8 months

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Lifa's Life Update (+Sims Progress)

Well it's been a minute, but We're still here & I don't mind.

Things roughly in order:

I fully remapped onto a custom SC4 terrain & rebuilt an entire Sims 2 BG neighborhood to update it to UC (any guesses?), started working on clothing defaults for the aforementioned neighborhood.

Started 2 huge TS2 projects that I may someday finish, completely unrelated to all of that, because I was in Milkshape & I can't control myself.

Had my partner's friends over A LOT, like it seemed like every couple weeks for awhile someone would be crashing in the guest room. (They're my friends too they just... started off as partner's friends lol.)

Barbecued & grilled a lot, because friends & food.

Went to a VNV Nation show with my friend (things that are on the Elder Goth Bucket List lol), made a whole Yeet Weekend outta it & also went to Ikea, Fivebelow, Spirit Halloween, a local outdoor market, & a snowcone stand.

The fucking holidays.

Got sick, part 1.

Surprise, my cat has diabetes & needs 2x daily insulin shots!

More of the fucking holidays.

Got sick, part 2.

2x/month cat checkups to check blood sugar & adjust the dose, for like 3 months.

TX freezes, local friend doesn't have sufficient insulation or central heating in their home to deal with the temps, because TX, & comes to stay with me (with their cat) for a week because I have central heating.

During that week that my friend was here, Mr Diabetes Cat decided to a) eat all the dry kibble out of every bowl, b) refuse wet food at shots time because he was full of dry kibble, & then c) throw up kibble & turn around & pee all over my carpet right after throwing up, which resulted in him not getting his shots that night--they have to be given with food---& getting scheduled an urgent vet visit in the morning. (He's fine, just expensive.)

On the day it actually warmed up outside before it went back to 20 degrees, friend & I did a mini-hike together. We also had food from the Generic Asian Cuisine place (yeah I know, it's Texas though) where we got Pho, Lumpia, & a tofu stir-fry.

I regret having to work during the freezy times, unfortunately.

Partner obtained me a uhh... knockoff Steamdeck handheld? Rog Ally? so I can keep Win7 on my monster computer & also play my dumb ancient murder-aliens 4x RTS game on Steam that I like, but I haven't fixed my mods for it to play it, because I...

Got sick, part 3.

While sick, took Mr Diabetes Cat to his very last 2-week checkup; we're on 3-month checkup schedules now! Because he's stable! Yay!

The entire house is a disaster & I'm still not 100% but I'm back to cooking/cleaning a bit between work at least.

Working on more of the necessary clothing defaults for the TS2 neighborhood I redid.

Planning for March when the entire zoo needs to be vetted again for vaxxing, just gonna wrap the diabetes checkup into that & do everyone's bloodwork at that time also unless something drastic happens. (We do like 2-3 cats at a time over the course of 2 weeks, & then the dog on her own, we're not like... hauling a van of animals to the vet all at once...)

Need to get some of the soft mesh transportation prisons for the cats before then, because the big crate with the lid is about to disintegrate.

#sort of sims related #life update

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towriteloveontheirarms · 2 years

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If I may ask... How about Xavier and Female reader first kiss with extra fluff on the side? Only if you're feeling it of course!!!

Thank you!

I´m sorry this took forever I was just very unhappy with everything that I wrote until now. (I also might really be in a Rowan mood rn) I hope you enjoy <3

The perfect moment for a kiss

pairing: Xavier Thorpe x fem!reader

synopsis: Xavier, your best friend, comes over during summer vacation, as he always does. During his stay, feelings that aren´t so platonic get revealed.

warnings: none

word count: 0.8k

“Alright, that was the last one.”, you turn to your friends.

With the suitcases in the trunk of your parent's car, there was only thing to do before driving off for the summer. Hugging each of them tightly as you said your goodbyes. It would be great to not have to think about school for the next month, but you would miss the little group for sure. Letting your arms linger on Xaviers shoulders for a second longer before pulling away.

“I can´t wait for you to come over. This summer is gonna be so awesome.”, you grin widely at him.

“It will be for sure. Call me when you´re home?”, a half-smile played on his lips.

“You know I will.”

You pulled him close once more, kissing his cheek as you always did and waved to the others, who were getting ready to head back inside, before getting into the car. It was gonna be weird to spend the next weeks without him. Ever since you and Xavier had become best friends you would never go a day without each other. You were happy when he started to stay the holidays with you instead of alone and actually had something to look forward to every summer. Not that your parents didn´t care or were boring, by any means they did their best, but with Xavier it was just different. Especially this summer. There were a bunch of concerts and events happening and you managed to get tickets to almost every single one of them.

On the drive home you concentrated on your music and texting. Your parents didn´t live particularly close to nevermore and having to drive all the way because of your father's fright of flying didn´t make it any shorter.

Once you finally did reach home it felt like forever until you saw Xavier again. Your mothers constant teasing making it even worse, but the day you wrapped your arms around him in at the airport it felt like taking a deep breath after holding it for just a bit too long.

The first days the two of you spent doing nothing, but when the weekend approached you spend most of the day in the next city, for some window shopping and a movie the both of you had been meaning to watch.

Coming home late that afternoon you could barely feel your feet over the pain, but the energy from spending the day in the city was still buzzing through you.

“Hey, I´m gonna go shower quick. I´ll be back out in a minute.”

“Okay.”

In the meantime, you started to unpack your loot to keep yourself occupied. Hearing the shower turn off, you gave Xavier some more time before knocking on the door to put away the last things.

“Wow.”, the small containers clattered to the ground.

It wasn´t the lack of clothing on him that made you take a surprised step back, the two of you had become comfortable with that long ago, but rather how close he stood in the now open bathroom door. Though now that you were looking at him everything just pulled you in. The way his wet hair framed his face. How his toned upper body flexed as he leaned his arm against the doorframe. The piny fragrance that always surrounded him entering your nose. You didn´t even realise how close you got to him or how your eyes locked in an intense gaze.

"This would probably be the perfect moment for a kiss...", your eyes wander to his lips.

"And we probably shouldn't waste it.", his rough hands cup your cheeks as if you would vanish if he touched you too hard.

The two of you move closer and then there is no turning back anymore. Right as your lips meet in the softest of kisses, you´re pretty sure you can feel your knees buckle underneath you as butterflies soar up in your stomach. Too soon you separate again, shy smiles and deep blushes taking over your faces. Suddenly the floor had become more interesting than ever.

“I um... I guess this also is as good of a time as any to tell you that I might... love you.”, there is a deep silence after you finish your sentence.

It settles between you like the sinking feeling in your stomach. You go to sit down on your bed, picking at your fingers. Why wasn´t he saying anything? All of a sudden, a hand lays on top of yours, hindering you from continuing your actions. It takes all the nerves left, but you look up.

“I love you too.”, his voice is quiet. Like he is afraid to admit his feelings out loud.

“You do?”, you search for his eyes.

“I think I have for a while."

You release a breathy laugh. “So, if I asked you out to get drinks before the concert tomorrow as a date...”

“I´d say that that sounds like a great plan.”

He pulls you in once more to peck your lips, before you can´t hold back the wide grins anymore.

“Dinners ready!”, your mom pulls you out of the moment. Squeezing Xaviers hand softly you let him finish getting dressed before you join your parents in the dining room.

#xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe x you #xavier thorpe oneshot #wednesday netflix #wednesday netflix one shot

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0nlythrowharrybeaux · 2 years

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Young American - Part 3

This one's a little bit of a filler before we get some real movement in the next part, which will also be the Halloween part! We're building the tension!!!!

WC: 7K

Y/N had always loved halloween since she was a child. However, this time around a dark cloud was cast over her usual plans as her parents were still very upset at her for her recent life choices and she was in no mood for a weekend of lectures. Of course, she didn’t want to miss out on the kids either, her nieces and nephews were the only kids she really liked and she didn’t want them growing up being told that she was too self-involved to come out and see them, like she and her cousins were told about her aunt Julie. It was obviously a lie because her aunt Julie never stopped sending cards and presents or texts/emails as she grew up. They had truly cut her off when she didn’t fit the cookie-cutter family image they wanted her to portray. That was one her big fears, that her parents would cut her off, so she was a bit hesitant to skip out on a holiday, even if it was just Halloween. She didn’t want them to interpret her skipping out on it as her intent to leave the family.

“Look doll, I know that having them feel disappointed in you is tough, but you’re a grown adult who makes their own life choices. They will eventually get over it, but sometimes a little space is good.” Her aunt offered some advice as they had some coffee at the table. It was Friday morning and she was debating on asking Auree for Saturday to Tuesday off to go see her family, but her aunt was right, sometimes space was the best thing.

“Yeah, I just don’t want the kids to think it’s about them, you know?”

“We can send them a little a little care package from the both of us. If we expedite it they can get it by Sunday.” She said and Y/N nodded.

“Yeah, you’re right.” Y/N agreed, making her aunt smile sympathetically at her.

“So, are you doing anything this weekend?” She asked and Y/N bit her lip.

“Well, one of the girls from the shop is having a halloween party tomorrow, she invited all of us, but I don’t know.”

“What? Why not?”

“Because G’s not going and he’s like my only close friend there. I mean, I do get along with the others but it’s not like we hangout as often as G and I.” She explained and her aunt rolled her eyes.

“How are you ever supposed to make friends with them if you don’t hang out with them?” Julie posed an important and valid question and Y/N smiled bashfully.

“Just be nice to them at work?” She shrugged and her aunt chortled as she shook her head.

“Well, I say you go rather than sit here all night bothering me about the shows I watch.” She said and Y/N laughed loudly.

“You have bad taste in TV shows, OK?” Y/N teased and her aunt just rolled her eyes.

“I don’t need that judgmental energy around here this weekend, so please, go out to that party.” She insisted and Y/N giggled.

“Maybe. Or I can stay here and watch Teen Wolf with you…”

“Do not bring Teen Wolf into this.” She pointed at her with a smile and Y/N laughed.

“I must admit it is rather addicting.” Y/N mused and her aunt grinned, “Well as much fun as I’m having here I need to get to the shop.” She sighed and kissed her aunt on the head and dropped her mug in the sink before heading out.

***************

Over at the shop, Y/N was going through the staff lounge. Fridays was their clean out day and she took great joy in organizing the fridge. She looked it at as an opportunity to play real life Tetris. Also, she could have some entertainment going on on the side as she cleaned up.

“Hey Y/N, are you coming to my party?” Vy asked, making her turn to see her coming into the lounge.

“Mmm, I think I will.” She nodded with a smile.

“Yay! I’m so excited for you to come!” Vy beamed with glee.

“Should I bring anything?”

“Nope, just your fun self! What are you dressing up as?” Vy asked her with a curious, yet excited glint in her eyes.

“I don’t know yet actually.” Y/N admitted, “I’m not really all that big on costumes, are you guys?”

“Hell yes! I’m gonna be Elphaba and I’m gonna be green and everything. My hubby’s gonna be Oz.” She elaborated.

“Oh my gosh, you guys do go all out!”

“Oh yeah! Most people will go all out at our party, so the crazier and more into it you get, the better.” She said enthusiastically and Y/N giggled.

“Alright, well thanks for the pointers.” She said with a smile and Vy just winked and headed out to confirm with the rest of their coworkers next.

Y/N was nervous, but excited to go to this party. Now she just needed to break it to her family that she wasn’t driving up to spend the weekend and Halloween with them. They surely would be a little bit upset at her decision, but she didn’t want to drive over just to have arguments about her life. Perhaps if things cooled off for a little bit longer the next time she visited would be less tense. She could only hope…

***********

When Vy asked Harry if he was going to the party he confirmed that he would show up and was wondering if anyone else was going. He felt that she would be able to somehow read his mind because he was actually just wondering if Y/N was going. He still was not over her kind invitation to join her, G, and Rosa for dinner the week prior. Internally, he was wondering if maybe she was softening up and willing to reconsider her decision to not even be friends with him. Now that he wasn’t being a dick, they seemed to get along really well. He decided to just find out when he got there, at least he knew that Rosa was definitely going, she had asked him what he planned to go dressed up and he had said he wasn’t going to dress up, which Rosa was against. When Vy told him how “all out” they went he decided that he should at least put something together, he had to own something he could repurpose, so that’s what he would be doing this evening, googling images about what he could potentially show up as.

“Hey Harry,” he heard and turned back to see Y/N behind him.

“Oh hey, what’s up?” He asked her.

“You have one of those fruit salads in the fridge and it’s supposed to expire Sunday, do you want me to leave it or throw it out?” She asked.

“Oh, you can toss it.” He said and she nodded and headed back to the kitchen.

Maybe he would just ask her directly if she was going to Vy’s party? He looked around and saw that Vy and G had some clients, Auree had an appointment soon and was over at the drawing tables, so he just calmly walked through the studio and into the lounge. As he stepped in he saw Y/N’s phone propped up against the fridge with Toy Story playing on the screen.

“That’s a good one.” He said and she glanced up and smiled.

“Definitely.” She agreed.

“Do you have a favorite character?” Harry asked as he went over to the coffee machine, where he would start preparing a fresh batch.

“Rex for sure. He’s such a drama queen.” She said and Harry chuckled, “What about you?”

“Definitely the Troll doll.” He said and she tossed her head back with laughter, which made him smile. She had a really contagious laugh, everyone had their quirks when laughing, but he really liked to hear her laugh. He didn’t feel he was all that funny, but she seemed to laugh at almost everything and it was endearing.

“Good one, I’ve never heard that answer before.” She giggled and he chuckled as he went to toss the old coffee filter.

“Yeah, he’s a cute little guy.” He said and she nodded in agreement, “Are you gonna go to Vy’s party?” He asked nonchalantly. He felt impressed and really proud at his seamless transition and she nodded.

“Yeah, I think I will. Sounds like it’ll be a fun time. Are you going?”

“Yeah, I just confirmed with her. I’m just a little stumped on the costume bit though. I’ve never been one for dressing up as anything. Growing up I’d just go as the pair or sidekick to whatever my sister’s costume was.” He explained with a little smile.

“Aww, that’s sweet though!” She pouted with endearment, “But I feel you… I like Halloween but the costume bit is always hard for me. Like I can’t justify buying a costume I’m just going to use once, you know?” She explained.

“Exactly!” He confirmed as if she was the only person in the world who had that same feeling. “Do you have an idea of what you’ll be going as?”

“Nope, I’ll need to see how I can reconfigure something in my wardrobe.” She said with a smile and he chuckled as he put in a new filter into the coffee maker.

“Right, same! Ummm, do you want another cup?” He asked her as he started scooping up some coffee grounds.

“Yeah, actually.” She said and he nodded and added in a little bit more of the grounds before putting things away, “Saw you have a tattoo on the books for this afternoon.” She spoke up and he nodded.

“Yeah, thankfully. I think I can do it in a session, but we’ll see how the client’s feeling about it, s’their first one. I’m easily gonna be the last one leaving today.” He explained, “Hence the late morning brew. Do you want to come shadow for a bit? It’s a little bit intricate so it might be good to see something like that. I can show you the design when you finish up here.” He offered.

“Yeah, that’d be cool actually. Thanks.”

“Yeah, of course.” He responded and then they fell into a comfortable silence until the coffee finished brewing and he left some for her before heading back out to the studio.

It was about 30 minutes later when Y/N joined Harry over at the drawing table he was at and her eyes went wide as she saw what he was working on. Displayed on the screen of the large Mac desktop computer there was a 64 tetrahedron with some traditional henna elements on its outer parts.

“A little bit intricate?” She asked him and Harry tittered at her comment, “Would you ever freehand this?”

“Hell no.” he chuckled, “I don’t prefer digital drawing, but this is too complex to risk a mistake.” He explained as he continued drawing on the connected iPad and his strokes were the also displayed on the larger screen before them.

“Oh really? I get it though, specially with something like this.”

“Yeah…like obviously I’m designing it but I feel like I’m not really doing it, you know?”

“Yeah, I get that.” She commented as he continued fine-tuning his design, “It definitely has its own challenges and tricks, like anything, but I really like it.” She explained, “I’m also a little biased because I make digital prints that I sell on Etsy.” She shared.

“Oh do you?” He asked as he kept working and she hummed in confirmation, “That’s cool. You probably have better programs than I do then.” He said and she giggled.

“Oh yeah, I’m kind of crazy about all of the updates and stuff. So where’s the client getting this one?”

“They’re not sure yet. Want to see a shoulder or back placement, so the size may change too. It’s also their first tattoo, so I think they really need to have a look before deciding.” He said with a chuckle.

“OK, so it’s probably safe to say you might be finishing this tomorrow?”

“Yeah.” He smiled and there was a beat of silence, “Obviously you have tattoos?” He said in slight question, sparing her a quick glance and she nodded, “Where?” He asked and she giggled.

“Well apart from my dainty little birth flower and the tiny snake I gave myself practicing…” She grinned and he laughed softly, “I just have one actually and it’s on my side. It’s kind of a big piece. The first half was just finished like two years ago?” She explained.

“Oh, shit. When did you start work on it?” He asked as he kept drawing.

“Right when I turned 18.” His eyes widened as she said that.

“Jesus! What took so long? Were you being a wuss?” He teased with a smirk and she scoffed.

“No. I mean, I was 18 when I started, Harry! I worked part-time at a Nordstrom and wasn’t a great sales associate so I was a little low on commission, hence low on funds. Then, I came out here for school and again, only worked part time on the campus. And then I started interning at my old job and they paid me less than when I was working on the campus so I just didn’t have the funds to complete it as quickly as I wanted. All my extra money was going to that, it was my birthday present to myself for those four years.” She explained and he hummed in understanding.

“Well, any plans for finishing it?”

“Yeah, of course. But I’m broke again so we’ll see when I get a chance to start it up again. Also had some creative differences with the artist who used to tattoo me, she’s also back in central cal as well, so it might be a while.” She giggled.

“You know, any of us can and probably would tattoo you for free, right?” He mentioned with a smile but he stayed focused on his task at hand and she sighed.

“It wouldn’t feel right…Especially now that I know what goes into it.” She giggled.

“It’s not like we’re always giving away free tattoos.” He said with a grin, “Or at least most of us…” he teased and she rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, whatever.” She mumbled with a grin and he chuckled, “Well, I’ll come back over when your client gets here.”

“Yeah. You can make the stencil when they decide on a size. Sound good?” He asked and she smiled and nodded. He was trusting her with a stencil for one of his clients? Old Harry wouldn’t even let her breathe in their direction.

“Yeah, cool. Ummm, thank you.” She hummed still quite awestruck and headed off to see if Rosa needed help with anything. Auree came up to Harry to see what he was doing.

“Oh, that’s sick.”

“Thanks.” He smiled.

“How’s Y/N doing?”

“Good. Yeah, really good.” He reported, “We’ve been focusing on blackwork and traditional/neo-traditional stuff with color the past month. She’s really good at the fine line stuff, we got through all that quickly. She’s really comfortable with that since a lot of the walk-ins get little things like that.” He explained and Auree nodded, “And well traditional, she’s got it down now too. I think next we need to work on color a bit more though. Just color gradients and which needles are better for what and all of those technicalities of the style. She’s doing alright with it, but she’s a bit shy.” He explained and Auree nodded, “I think we need to have her working on slightly bigger pieces so that she really masters the shading portion at different scales.”

“Alright. Is there anything you see her gravitating towards or that she’s maybe not all that interested in?” Auree asked.

“Again, she’s really good with the fine lines and giving things that old fashioned textbook / vintage aesthetic, it’s pretty sick. She also likes the black and grey more. But I see her doing well with blackwork, Japanese, and the neo-traditional stuff.” He explained, “But again, with the latter she tends to be shy with the colors, so that’s why I want to work with her on that next. She mentioned that she gets a little nervous about bigger realism pieces, tribal, and cartoon styles though. That’s why I’m having her shadow for this piece I’m doing later.” He said looking down at the print he had and Auree nodded.

“OK, good. Has she tried any bigger realism on the mats?”

“No. I do see some of that in her portfolio and sometimes just when she sketches, but she hasn’t put it down onto a practice piece yet. I’ve seen her do tiny ones, like little animals and stuff on the mats and they’re fucking good. S’why I think we need to start increasing the scale at which she can work.”

“Well, I’m impressed she’s picking up multiple styles quickly. So this is what I’d like to see in the next few weeks. If you can maybe make up some tests to make sure she’s using the correct needles and inks for certain styles or techniques that’d be good. Definitely work on the color thing. I would also like you to have her draw about ten new designs, two small, six medium, and 2 medium/large sized in the styles she has down and we can have her post them and we can also post them on the shop’s instagram and have her tattoo them on clients to show mastery of the styles.” Auree instructed.

“OK, yeah sick. I’ll let her know later.” He assured with a proud smile.

“Perfect. Thanks, H.” Auree smiled and headed off towards the front, her client would be arriving soon.

When Harry’s client, Ria, arrived later in the afternoon Y/N walked them back to Harry’s station and she sat there listening attentively as Harry discussed the sizing options he thought would be good depending on their preferred placement. The client eventually chose the size that would go best on their back because they thought it would be a little less painful than their shoulder. With that, Y/N went off to make the stencil while Harry supervised and the client went back to the front of house/waiting area. With an OK from Ria after showing them the stencil it was time to start tattooing. Harry instructed Ria to get comfortable, so that’s what they did.

Being so experienced, he could still successfully tattoo Ria if they were to be in an unconventional position. But thankfully they decided to just lay on their stomach for it.

Y/N warned Ria that she was about to roll up the back part of their bandeau that was covering their chest and Ria just nodded in acknowledgement. Once that was out of the way Harry quickly laid down the stencil, pressed it down for a few seconds, and then peeled it carefully. As Y/N looked over the design on Ria’s skin she noticed something as he started getting his machine sorted to start.

Y/N stopped him and discretely pointed out to Harry that the client had a pimple in a spot where Harry needed to go over with the needle and he frowned as he squinted a bit to see that Y/N was right. So that led to Harry tactfully bringing this up to Ria and what issues could arise from this: the most obvious being bacteria spread, which possibly meant more acne appearing down the line or worst case an infection. This also meant more pain if the surrounding area was tender. And then he gave Ria the option of either changing the placement to the shoulder if they wanted to get tattooed today or they could reschedule for when the spot was gone if they were really set on the back placement. Harry was very thorough and kind as he explained these things to them, being that this was Ria’s first tattoo and ultimately, the client wanted to know his opinion on what other placement they could use on their back. So Harry wiped down the current outline and then talked about other possibilities with Ria over at the mirror.

Just looking at Ria’s face, Y/N could see that they didn’t seem all that convinced about changing the placement. So as they both headed back to Harry’s station Ria sighed with a frown on their face.

“I really like the original placement. I mean, I know you’ll do a good job regardless of where it I get it, but I don’t know if I want to switch it.” Ria explained to Harry apologetically.

“Hey, it’s your tattoo. You have to be convinced and like where it’s at. I’m alright with whatever you decide.” He assured with a smile and Y/N felt so bad now. What if he got mad at her again over this? She couldn’t help but think that as Ria thought it over for another moment.

“I feel so bad though. You already blocked off your time for this and if I had known that was going to be an issue I would have called before coming. I didn’t know it would mean you couldn’t tattoo me. I figured you’d skip it and ask me to come back another time.” Ria said with a frown and then a slight chuckle, which also caused Harry and Y/N to chuckle along with them.

“It’s cool, Ria, this is your first tattoo how would you have even known that?” He asked and Ria just shrugged and he smiled at them, “Don’t change it because of me. You have to be happy with it and if you’re not gonna be happy with the tattoo in a different place then we can wait.” He assured with a smile.

“OK, thank you so much for understanding. Again, I’m so sorry for this. But maybe when I come back I can bring my sister to hold my hand. She wanted to come but she couldn’t make it today.” They said looking to Harry and then to Y/N with a smile.

“Yeah! See, it’s not all that bad. You can have her be here as well.” He assured Ria before they slipped their top back on, “Rosa, the girl up front, can help you reschedule to whenever you think is best. I don’t believe I have any appointments for next week yet, so you have plenty of options that will work for you and your sister. Your deposit will still be held though, I hope that’s alright?” He asked and Ria assured him it was fine with a nod.

“Thank you again. And it was good to meet you. I’ll see you next week hopefully.” They said and Harry nodded and waved once more before Ria walked through the curtains and then he turned to Y/N.

“Good catch. I didn’t even see that.” He admitted to her as he sat on his stool presumably to start to tear down his set up.

“You’re not angry at me?” She asked and he looked up to her with a puzzled look on his face.

“Love- Y/N, sorry.” he corrected himself quickly but it completely threw her off, “Why would I be angry at you for a client having a spot on their back?” He asked.

“Well…” she giggled nervously, she had no other response because her brain was still processing “love”. This was a normal term of endearment for British people though. Love, darling, poppet, pet… force of habit. She thought to herself.

“God, I’ve traumatized you, haven’t I?” He asked with a pout as he shook his head, “I’m sorry.” He apologized as he looked at her.

“Don’t be, it’s alright. I just thought you’d be upset that you lost your tattoo for the day.”

“Are you sure it’s not trauma?” He asked with a bashful chuckle, “I know that I was a huge prick, but I don’t recall every instance in which I was a prick to you, so I’m just checking.” He added and she nodded.

“Yeah, I promise it’s not trauma.” She assured.

“Alright.” He smiled. Just then Rosa hurried in to see if Harry could possibly talk to a walk-in client and he nodded.

“I can clear Ria’s stuff up, you go.” She assured him.

“Thanks.” He smiled a very pretty and genuine smile that started to make a wave of warmth rush up to her face, so she just turned away quickly and got to clearing the stencils and gloves he had left at his station.

The day was finally at an end and only she, Harry, and Auree were left. It was the end of the month so Auree needed to stay later than usual to do some of the bookkeeping. Harry was still around because his walk-in ended up being a pretty decent sized piece and so he was just wrapping up. Y/N was waiting to ring the guy up and then get to cleaning up after him. Finally, he finished and the man was gone with a satisfied smile and a wave to her as she locked up behind him. She grabbed whatever cash was in the register to go take to Auree and then the tip the client had left for Harry.

“Hey Harry, from Pete.” She said extending a $50 bill to him.

“Oh shit! Thank Pete!” He joked and she giggled.

“Yeah.” She smiled, “Let me take this to Auree and then I’ll come back to clean up your stat-”

“Hey Y/N, do you have a minute?” Auree asked as she came into the studio and looked between her and Harry for a moment.

“I was about to take this to you and then clean up the station.” She said signaling with her thumb.

“I can clean my own station.” Harry said to Y/N.

“Have you been able to have that talk with her yet?” Auree asked him and Harry shook his head.

“Alright, good. C’mon, missy.” Auree said with a smile and Y/N suddenly felt extremely sick and nervous as they walked off and to Auree’s office, “Sorry if that sounded menacing I promise it’s not.” She assured Y/N, who now felt like she could breathe a little easier as Auree pushed the door shut. She then took the cash from her and set it on her desk before she leaned back as Y/N took a seat.

“OK, thank god.” She exhaled in relief.

“Yeah, you’re good. I did want to have a talk with you about something though.” She said and Y/N nodded, “Harry’s been in charge of all of your training and all that good stuff, how’s it going? How are you feeling?” Auree asked.

“I feel good. Obviously, there are a couple things I’m still getting the hang of, but overall I think it’s been going well.” She assured and Auree bit her lip for a moment.

“OK, great. I only ask because it was brought to my attention that maybe there were some big clashes between you and Harry.” She said and Y/N sighed as her nerves started to prick up, “I personally haven’t seen anything that concerns me but others around the shop have and before I have him delve deeper with you I wanted to hear from you about what could be going on.” She said more seriously and Y/N sighed again and shook her head.

“Honestly, there were big issues between Harry and I at the start. I think we just got off on the wrong foot or something.” She explained.

“You know that you can always talk about anything with me. I want to make sure that you’re all happy and that everyone’s getting along.” She said with a small frown.

“I was worried at first to say anything because well, he’s already an established artist and I’m just the apprentice and figured that the obvious choice would be to keep him over me and-”

“Oh my god, Y/N!” Auree frowned, “Just an apprentice? You’re apprenticing because Eddie wants you to be a permanent part of the team and he believes you can. We all do! You’re a very valued member of this team just as you are right now.” She said and Y/N smiled in relief.

“I’m sorry. I know, I was just nervous.” She said again.

“Don’t apologize. I can imagine that it’s tough to voice any concerns when you feel that you’re at a disadvantage. But you’re really not, you’re an essential part of the team. Is working with Harry an issue?” Auree asked and Y/N shook her head quickly.

“Not at all! Harry actually had a chat with me and apologized for everything that had happened. It was mostly just antagonizations and little petty remarks here and there and he took responsibility and I forgave him and we’ve been really good.” She said with a confident smile.

“Are you sure?” Auree questioned.

“Yeah, I promise. Last week G and Rosa went out to dinner and I invited him to eat with us and he did. It helped a lot with breaking the ice for work.” She said with a smile and Auree smiled too.

“I’m glad to hear that. I know Harry can be a little moody, but honestly it’s not OK that he did that. Do you want me to have a chat with him?” She asked.

“No, it’s water under the bridge. I think he still feels bad about everything and I get why he’s been moody and on edge. He practically uprooted his whole life for this and it’s been slow and it must be so hard and different for him.” She explained, “I don’t want to make him feel like I’m still upset with him and that he didn’t do enough to make up for what was going on before.” She said and Auree nodded in understanding.

“OK. And the person who told me, they just wanted to make sure you were alright. They did let me know that it could be nothing by now, but they just wanted to make sure.”

“I understand. But yeah, there are no hard feelings.” she assured Auree.

“Excellent. That was all, I just didn’t want you to feel like you had to continue working with him if things weren’t going well.”

“Thank you for checking. I truly appreciate it, Auree.” Y/N expressed her gratitude.

“Of course. And seriously, if anything ever happens that upsets you or even just leaves a bad taste in your mouth, please know that I’m here for you and that you are a Y/Nued member of our team, like everyone else who is here. That’s all.” She said with a smile.

“Thanks.” Y/N smiled as she stood, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Auree.”

“See ya.” She grinned as she walked her to the door and said one final good night and Y/N went to the lounge to grab her things and headed out through the back door. As she opened it up she saw that Harry was leaning on his car while scrolling through his phone and upon hearing the door he looked up.

“Hey, you’re still here?” Y/N asked.

“Yeah, I wanted to catch you before you left.” He said as he slipped his phone in his pocket, “Did Auree tell you about the training plan?” She shook her head.

“She ummm…” Y/N looked to the ground and then up at Harry, “Someone told her about our problems from before. She just wanted to know what happened and wanted to see if I still wanted you to train me and keep working with me. Also wanted to know if she needed to have a talk with you.” Y/N was honest with him. She didn’t want him to think that she was plotting behind his back or talking shit about him in case Auree still brought something up to him.

“Oh…” Harry mumbled and looked away from her.

“Yeah, it was a little awkward. I’m not sure who said what to her, but she kind of knew things weren’t good. I just want to let you know that I was honest with her, told her that we had a few squabbles and that there was tension but that you talked things over with me and we hashed it out. I just wanted to tell you what I told her in case she still decides to talk to you about it, but ummm, I don’t think it’ll be an issue.” Y/N said and Harry nodded with a small smile.

“OK, thanks for clearing that up.”

“No worries. I was kind of wanting to let her ream your ass, but eh…”

“Dick.” He chuckled and she giggled, “Well I might as well just tell you what I thought she was gonna tell you. She asked me for updates on your training and everything and ummm, i-if you want to continue working with me, Auree gave me the go-ahead on a few things I had in mind?”

“Yeah, I also told her I would like to continue working with you. By the way.” She added and he smiled.

“Good. That’s good.” He grinned, “So, I really want to focus on color next. I see in your practice pieces that there needs to be better gradients and you’re a bit timid with it.” She nodded, “We can also make sure you learn what needles are best for what techniques with colors and shading. I know you’ve been practicing on the fake skin with whatever, but it’s important you learn about the needles. The right tools can take a tattoo from great to outstanding.” He said and she smiled.

“OK, definitely.” She agreed.

“And we talked about some of the styles that you’ve excelled at and I mentioned that I wanted to see you practice bigger pieces and Auree has given the go-ahead for you to draw up ten new designs, 6 medium sized, two small, and two med/large for you to tattoo on clients.”

“No way?!” She squealed in excitement and he laughed along as she spun in a circle, “That’s sick! Thank you, Harry!” She beamed at him and he shook his head.

“Nah, you deserve it. You’re doing really well.” He assured and she smiled and then bit her lip with an excited look, “What?” He asked.

“Just a thought…would you say that Ian’s tattoo idea is large-ish sized?” She inquired with a grin and he let his head fall back in laughter.

“Not at all! He wanted his whole damn leg, no?” He recalled and she giggled and nodded, "But hey, maybe if you give him a call you can convince him to change placement or just to make it a little smaller.” He suggested.

“You don’t think I can do it how he wants?” She asked.

“No, you can definitely do it. I have no doubt about that! But it’s more of a money thing.” He explained.

“Right, duh. I forget I’m doing this all for free.” She giggled.

“Well, not just for the shop, but for you as well. That’ll easily be a 6-9 hour piece depending on how well he can take it since it was going to be his first.” He reminded and she hummed.

“You’re right… it was his first!” She recalled, “Well someday…” she shrugged and he chuckled and nodded.

“Exactly. And well, that was the news!” He said and she smiled.

“Definitely was great news, I can’t wait. I’m gonna start tonight! See you tomorrow!” She said excitedly as she rushed to her car and he chuckled, she was so eager.

“Alright, you do that! See you tomorrow!” He called as she unlocked her car and waved once more before settling inside and taking off. He then got in his car and bit his lip as he thought about the way she was so sweet. How despite their challenges she still wanted to work with him. If this was her “not being friends with him” then what kind of heaven-on-earth type of thing did she reserve for her friends. Harry found her attractive as it was, but seeing this side of her made him even more attracted to her and he didn’t want to drive himself down that path. He couldn’t. He needed to be good and not complicate or mess things up.

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As Y/N sat in her bed under the covers, but propped up against the headboard with plenty of pillows behind her she kept hearing Harry’s voice uttering out “love” to her. She bit her lip as she continued to draw on her iPad, but it was on loop in her mind. She didn’t know where exactly this tingly feeling in her tummy came from, but she couldn’t ward it off. Maybe she felt flustered by him because she was finally getting to see a nicer side to him and she had never heard that term of endearment so causally before? Either way, she tried to keep drawing until it just plagued her mind so much that her creativity was being used to conjure up the memory again in her head. And with that, she decided to just go to bed.

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Saturday was going to be a short day at the shop, they were going to close early because G was out, Vy was also out making arrangements for her party, and Auree was not going to return after her lunch break as she had to pick up her nieces from a school halloween party at 2pm and would need to watch them until their mother got off work at 7pm. She was telling everyone that five hours was too long for two children under the age of 9 to be in a tattoo shop and well it was true. Kids were a bit nosy and easily bored, they could get into things they weren’t meant to get into and get hurt, so it was best to just watch them elsewhere.

After Auree left it was just Harry and her on walk-ins with Rosa running everything up front - they would close at 5pm instead of the usual 9pm time - well actually on weekends it was midnight and every weekend they’d rotate who got to stay on that late. Y/N never got picked because she was only required to be there during the weekdays before opening to set up and during prime business hours. But she had come in on weekends before, it was just fun to be around and help out with other things as well.

They did have a few walk-ins during the afternoon, but she mostly spent her day working on her new designs and having Rosa and Harry look them over every now and again. The last couple hours were very slow and so they were hanging out in the front of the shop with Rosa and talking about what they would be going to Vy’s party as.

“What do you two mean you don’t know?!” Rosa gasped in shock after learning that neither Harry nor Y/N had a costume planned yet.

“It’ll be fine.” Harry assured Rosa.

“What’re you going as?” She asked Rosa.

“I’m gonna be Tokyo from Money Heist! I have the red jumpsuit and mask and all! I’ve been told I’m kind of her doppelgänger.” Rosa said with a grin.

“I’ve no idea what that is.” Harry said and Rosa rolled her eyes.

“Whatever, you’ll see though.” She said to him as Y/N giggled along as she stuck to her drawing. Harry wandered over and glanced down at her iPad to see what she was working on.

“I’m perfecting the jaguar from last time.” She said and he hummed, “It’ll be a good piece to practice color.” She explained as she looked up at him briefly.

“Yeah, actually. It’s sick.” He smiled, “Good job.”

“Thank you.” She responded with a pleased little grin, “So are we gonna see you loosen up a little tonight?” She teased and he chuckled.

“I’d say I’m pretty relaxed already.” Harry defended.

“Hardly.” Rosa cut in with a laugh and Y/N giggled along, “You worry too much, Harry! Just have fun tonight. Get drunk, make out with a stranger, get a new tattoo!” She said and Y/N giggled as Rosa spoke.

“Are those your plans for the evening then?” He asked with a grin.

“Fuck yes they are. I’m still bringing my friend tonight, but we’re pre-gaming before coming, so we’ll be nice and amped up when we arrive.” She said with excitement.

“You’re wild.” Harry chuckled as he looked to her.

“No, I am young and free.” She countered.

“Amen!” Y/N chimed in with a giggle making Rosa laugh and Harry to shake his head.

“Between the two of you I’m gonna be more stressed out than I have been in my life. Gonna come dressed up as a babysitter.” He said and Rosa rolled her eyes.

“Ha-ha, real funny.” She sang sarcastically, “But don’t worry about us, we’re big girls, we can take care of ourselves.” Rosa said and he then turned to Y/N to see her smirk down as she continued her drawing.

“You ladies sure about that?” He asked with a grin.

“Oh yeah, Styles.” Y/N responded with a smile but she didn’t even bother looking at him.

Harry was not really a party person, but he was even more excited for the party now that he knew Y/N was definitely going. Rosa was right though, he’d been very uptight because of stress and change and so many other little irritants and challenges that came with his cross-continental move. He desperately needed to have a night of freedom and fun and possibly debauchery. He also wanted to try and earn Y/N’s trust back! Maybe if they interacted more in this casual setting, and with a little bit of liquid courage, he’d be charming and nice enough that she’d maybe consider letting him in just a little bit more than she had. He was trying to be patient, but it was just hard to when she was so…fucking cool. Regardless of what really ent down Harry was determined that it was going to be a good night.

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starry sky

especially missing you tonight

word count : 1.5k

genre : angst, tragic; two where fate separated their friendship

t/w : death

a/n : wrote this ages ago and not edited, I wanted to keep this the way I wrote despite it being (very) slightly different from my current writing style :3 enjoy !!

it's been a while since I came back. two years? longer than I thought would take for things to settle when I moved out of town for college. exactly how long I've not seen you. skipped the new year's once and my mom dragged me back the next. I wanted to reason out with her but well things came to this point. a shade of magenta engulfed the late evening clouds as I looked above my head.

"dinner's ready!"

that was my call to help out with the dinner setting. I looked forward to finishing it as I barely got alone time ever since the start of the holidays. the night was all for myself and I wasn't going to let it all to a waste.

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"I'll be back by 11. don't worry."

a drive around the neighborhood brought back some buried memories and filled my consciousness with them. a short tour around would have definitely needed something delicious to start off with. and of course it would be the old lady's food store by the road. we always went over after a long day of school and she still remembers our usual orders. her rice cakes still taste like the ones we had and that somehow brought me back to those times.

when she asked about you, all I could say was 'oh, she's doing fine. a little busy with work.' I do hope you are. don't crush my hopes. remember when we said we would get our driving license together when our 20th spring comes? well, I guess I got mine earlier than you did. I would say I've got some skills nailed down after getting my own car.

as if I have drove in the neighbourhood for years, my feet took me to the river where we used to hang out during the weekends. you would always drag me out of my room to come here. like, nothing interesting here if you ask me. but it holds some very precious moments of you for me. I taught you how to ride a bicycle since you technically rented one and forced me to teach you. that was the very first time you successfully rode a two-wheeler without falling miserably.

it seems that the owner of the convenience store inherited it to his son. I still remember how he stared at you the whole time we were choosing what to eat. and again, he asked for you. the same reason rolled off my tongue like it was an automated response. getting ice-cream, I took my leave from the store to get a nice seat by the river. we used to take the one under the big tree so we don't get sunburned as bad as that time we went to the city amusement park.

the purple hue still remained faintly in the sky as it slowly got darker. you used to make wishes at weird things like the clock striking 11:11, when breaking wooden chopsticks perfectly in half and even when you just come across a coin. you were one hopeful kid and I was the total opposite. guess they were right when they said opposites attract. and as time went by, that didn't seem to be the case.

no matter how close we used to be, you had moved out of town and I too had moved for my studies. first few months went by as usual, calls and texts were everyday. first year came and things died a little. you and I met new people in new environments and maybe I missed your presence. I needed that warmth and I projected that feeling on my new acquaintances to feel safe.

but it just didn't feel right. numerous people came and went yet none could fill that empty spot. a normal day with nothing out of the blue came by but I gathered the courage to contact you after so long.

'the number you have dialed is unavailable.'

you changed your number. even your parents didn't pick up and seems that they changed theirs too. I was alone that night in my room, with my roommate out. it was summer but the loneliness just felt so chilly, I had to slip into a sweatshirt. that was our story.

the ice cream had almost melted entirely as I returned from my daydream. thank god I had bought a paper plate in case it dripped onto my clothes. the way you used to. spending most of my time with you then, made me pick up your habits. the way you talk, the way you think.

one drop. two drops. another one. the emotional rollercoaster I had been on this whole time finally came to a stop and I can't process my feelings. anger? resentment? regret? sorrow? or was it all at once? I had only found out when my mom called me as I finished my last class for the day. you were gone. she said it was cancer. the reason you moved out was because you needed to receive treatment in the city for the equipment.

her words hit me like a meteorite had just crashed on me. why couldn't you tell me? were you worried that I couldn't accept? well, it would have been better if I had faced it earlier. instead of making me feel all the guilt I could ever feel. I could've been there with you, to fight against the pain, and be someone you could lean on.

taking out the poorly folded paper I had always carried with me, I was again brought back to the times we had no worries. just a bunch of dorks having so much fun, and the world seemed to be so colorful. just like today. unlike every other day, it was as if your words and writing just engulfed me with a warm blanket, blocking out the chilly wind of the night.

jimin, please don't cry too much when you read this. I know it was very selfish of me to not let you know about my condition but I figured, I didn't want to let myself be a burden of yours. I didn't want you to see me die and fade more as each day passed. I didn’t want the memories of our time to end with you crying beside my hospital bed.

if the last time I’ve seen you is the time you waved at me with that smile of yours, my wish has been fulfilled. even if it means pushing you away. as much as I want to see the last moment of you in my memory to be happy, I want you to as well as of the memory of me. my last wish before I leave is for you to come back to our hometown and fulfill what I’ve written above. not to mention, please, jimin. please, don’t cry. when you come back, I will always be here so smile for me.

jimin-ah, please live to your fullest, for me, for aunty and uncle, for yourself. this would never be a farewell letter. I would never leave your side. forever. you know right? I love you.

no matter how many times I’ve read this, tears would emerge and roll down my cheeks. what would it take to go back and retake my decisions? I would've had no regrets if I’ve tried my best. but I knew I didn’t. that is why it hurts even more than it could ever. I knew I could have done more, tried more, asked more. instead of sitting like an idiot in my room, contemplating on whether to have bought that bus ticket to the city.

placing the letter back into my phone case, I cried my heart out even if you had asked me to smile when I came back.

‘I miss you’

can’t even fill a hundredth of the feeling. words had became a limit to express my longing to see you again, to hold you again, to have you by my side again. to see that fat smile you would always have on your face whenever I cracked a joke.

when I had finally composed myself, it had already turned dark. the street lights were the only things keeping darkness at bay. standing up from the bench I had occupied for the past hour, a butterfly found its way to my hand.

"I know. you never left my side. you know I can feel you right?"

"aeri, don’t worry. I’ve grown to be strong, just that you are my weak spot. keeping a smile on wouldn’t be a problem but when it comes to you, it turns bitter. please, stay happy, after all the pain you have gone through. I believe that you are, so I would be also."

the butterfly fluttered several times before taking its departure again. I looked at it with watery eyes from earlier, before blinking them away as I made my way to the car.

"jimin-ah, you know I love you right?"

I turned around, confused and shocked at the sudden voice by my side. I feel my lips curling into a welcoming and friendly smile. I knew it was aeri, no doubt that it was her.

"I do, aeri. I love you so much I want to go and see you instantly but your wish was for me to go on so I’ll do that."

"one day, I’ll be able to see you again, hug you, to let you know. that I’ve been waiting for this my whole life."

#karina #giselle #yu jimin #uchinaga aeri #aespa #aespa angst #aespa imagines #aespa scenarios #kariselle #Spotify

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leicamoments · 5 months

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Semi-Final Woe for Railway

Harrogate Railway Ladies 1-5 Leeds Modernians Ladies

Bank holiday weekend and instead of loads of games scheduled, there actually seemed to be relatively few on. What a shame given that many teams have a backlog of fixtures to catch up on, and the weather was fantastic.

Looking at what was scheduled to be played, there was only one real option for me…a trip to Station View to cover Harrogate Railway Ladies First team.

Now, I will be totally honest…I cast an eye at the FA website fixtures, then the table and misread what the fixture was. I thought that this was Railway’s last league game and next week was the League Cup semi-final.

Not my finest moment.

Anyway, I arrived at the ground about 45 minutes before kick-off and made my way to the dugouts…the camera case has been there so many times over the last decade, it could probably wheel itself there on its own.

Railway had beaten Knaresborough Town Women in the quarter final on a day that could be described as being the antithesis to the glorious weather for the Semi-final.

Harrogate’s opponents in the Semi-final were Leeds Modernians Ladies, a team with a formidable record this season. Leeds Mods sit at the top of the West Riding County Women’s Football League Premier Division, having already secured promotion and the league title.

With a game left in the league, Leeds have won 16 games and drawn only one; Railway have played them three times already this season, losing all three fixtures. This was going to be a formidable challenge for them.

Harrogate Railway have had an excellent season themselves, sitting fourth in the Premier Division and having had good runs in both cups.

The visitors started well, actually very well, enjoying both territorial advantage and the lions-share of possession. Railway tried to disrupt Leeds Mods play but struggled to get up the pitch and put any real sustained pressure on their opponent’s goal.

The first real chance to open the scoring fell to Leeds Mods as a shot was spilled by Railway’s keeper and the striker could only hit the outside of the post as the goal gaped wide open.

It only took around eight minutes for the visitors to actually open the scoring with a long ball played through the Railway defence and a calm finish, 0-1.

With about 15 minutes of the half remaining, Harrogate Railway were clawing themselves into the game, winning more possession and various battles all over the pitch; but it was Leeds who got their second with around five minutes of the half remaining, 0-2.

Half time and Harrogate Railway needed to regroup. Two goals down, Railway had a mountain to climb, but were still up for the fight.

The second half got underway, and Harrogate were pushing further forward, gaining more possession, and working hard to get back into the game.

Unfortunately for Railway, a move in the fifth minute of the second half down Leeds Mods left by the visitors saw a shot placed across the goal and just inside the post to make it 0-3.

Leeds were enjoying themselves now, knowing that they had probably won the game already, playing some nice passing football, with their number 18 in particular impressing up front.

It took until around the 85th minute for Leeds to get their next to make it 0-4, rapidly followed a couple of minutes later by their final goal of the game, 0-5.

Harrogate Railway could have been forgiven for giving up at that point, but they continued to battle and in the closing minutes of the game won a corner on their right.

Lou Donnelly fired in a wonderful cross and Paige Swales got on the end of it to fire it through a crowd of players and past the Mods’ keeper to make it 1-5. The goal was richly deserved given the work rate the team had put in throughout the half.

The final whistle went, and Leeds Modernians Ladies progress to the League Cup final, and deservedly so given the excellent play they had shown throughout the 90 minutes.

Railway probably didn’t deserve to lose by as much as 5-1, they had some excellent spells in the game and showed more of their usual character in the second half; but ultimately, they were beaten by a team that were more clinical in front of goal.

Railway return to league action next week for their final game in the 2023/24 Premier League season, entertaining Bradford Park Avenue at Station View at 2pm on Sunday 12th May.

Leeds Modernian Ladies scorers – Leah Garbutt, Tanya Fozzard, and a hattrick by Lauren Tate.

Good luck to Leeds Mods in the final!

#photography #canon #sports #sport #harrogate #yorkshire #football #thoughts #business #Leeds #Leeds Modernians #Harrogate Railway Athletic #WRCWFL #Station View

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the-garbage-will-do-1138 · 9 months

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Another year gone

Tomorrow is a new year and I guess it’s my duty to give a life update so, here it goes.

January: I realized that the company I was working for was not one I wanted to stick with once I found out they had lied about the benefits package.

February: Taylor and I saw Footloose: The Musical at Beef & Boards

March: I celebrated my 30th birthday and it was a lot less terrifying than I thought it was gonna be.

April: Taylor and I celebrated our 7th wedding anniversary by driving to Cincinnati to see Lewis Capaldi in concert. It was such a good show and we were lucky to see him when we did. This turned out to be one of his last shows because of his medical issues making it more difficult for him to continue touring.

May: We celebrated Taylor’s 27th birthday

June: We just worked a lot.

July: We saw Taylor Swift in Cincinnati with some friends. It was an incredible experience that I’ll never forget.

Taylor’s dad passed away mid-July

The Barbie movie came out and is now one of my favorite movies I’ve ever seen

I was cast in and started rehearsal for my first Shakespeare play, Love’s Labour’s Lost, as Boyet.

August: We saw five different bands play in August. Amon Amarth, a Viking metal band opened for Ghost at the TCU Amphitheater and we were able to get barrier in the pit. Insane show where Taylor and I both got really sunburnt and heat sick but it was worth it. Two days later we drove back to Indy to the Ruoff Music Center and saw three bands I’ve loved since I was a teenager, Simple Plan, Sum 41, and The Offspring. Yet another incredible show. To finish out the month, Taylor and I were both cast in Creative Arts Councils production of “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow.” It was Taylor’s first time ever acting in a play and I was really proud of her for stepping out of her comfort zone.

September: I performed in “Love’s Labour’s Lost” with Parlor City Shakespeare Company. We had three different performances and they all had a really good turnout. Right after finishing Shakespeare, rehearsals for Sleepy Hollow started.

We had another concert scheduled for the 22nd but Taylor wasn’t feeling well so we sold the tickets and stayed home. Then, September 26th happened. The most important day of my life was just a normal Tuesday for everybody else. While at work, Taylor still wasn’t feeling well and decided to take a pregnancy test during our lunch break. The results were literally instant and something we had tried for 5+ years and actually given up on had happened. Taylor was pregnant! (We didn’t go back to work that day)

October: My employer informed me that the company doesn’t give out raises so I tripled my efforts to find a new job.

We went to our first ultrasound and the baby looked like a seahorse. The pregnancy was confirmed by several doctors and it became very real.

We went to Beef & Boards again, this time joined by Bart, and saw “Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat.” I’ve seen dozens of shows by them and this was one of the best.

The last weekend of the month we had four performances of Sleepy Hollow and Taylor became a thespian

We officially announced the pregnancy to the world.

I took my one week of vacation and started a new job with actual benefits and a $3 pay raise. I never came back from my vacation. I texted my resignation to my boss because that was the level of respect they had earned from me and his response was “Good deal.” Good riddance.

November: November was spent with me getting the hang of my new job. I also cooked a 22lb Turkey for thanksgiving and it only took 6 hours and two mental break downs but it sure tasted good.

December: Had a work Christmas party and actually got enough (paid) time off to make this holiday season memorable. Our last Christmas as a family of two was one of our best.

All in all, 2023 has been one of the best years of my life. I’m still broke but it’s slowly getting better. I love my new job because I’m respected and I actually matter. I love my wife and family and am so excited to welcome our baby in May of 2024. If this is what life in your 30s is like, I’m glad to be out of my 20s. It gets better and I’m glad I’m here to experience it!

#happy new year #2024 #it gets better

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ledenews · 1 year

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#communitydays #fireworks #FourthofJuly #recreationdepartment #StClairsville

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ocean-anchored · 2 years

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Dear future self... March 6, 2023

I was really excited to write this weekend and then I woke up quite grumpy today. I was really tired, I feel like I haven’t been sleeping the best even though I slept in Sunday morning as we went to the later Church Service. Work today pissed me off. Rod is driving me nuts, payables is overbearing and after a frustrating day Dillion just topped it all off. The ignorance he has is so frustrating. He knew exactly what he was getting into when he signed the lease, we all agreed that regardless, we were all splitting the utilities 3 ways. It didn’t matter if I were to go on holiday for 2 or more weeks, or he be working for two weeks, or Cody be house sitting for two weeks. You pay or portion because everything is split. Now to come back and tell me that it’s not fair that he’s paying for March utilities when he’s the one that is breaking the lease, he’s the one who put us in a position of having to find someone ASAP which fine, yes someone’s taking over when he said he’d be out by but it’s not my problem that he’s not coming back this month to “use the utilities”. For fuck sakes we signed an agreement, everything split. If eh wanted to be out by Febraury 28th he should have just arranged that and had Bob move in March 1st so he was paying. But for him to literally throw a fit that it’s not right that he’s paying and then go on to say how he’s paying more rent... like are you fucking kidding me? Because you have the master and ensuite, no shit you pay more when you wanted it that way. Not to mention that I pay the pet fee and I clean up after his fucking dog, I look after his dog when he leaves her for over 24 hours at a time, I clean up after him, I always arrange for his damn room to be clean before he’s home, I clean his fucking bed sheets, I clean the mess he leaves every single time he’s here, all I do is fucking help this shit head. Pick him up from the airport when he didn’t get on his flight, help him with every thing he constantly begs for help on, fills out his fire arms renewal forms, pick up his mail like for fuck sake what the fuck do I get in return? I get nothing. I maybe get taken out for Sushi for all the shit that I do for him yet he does absolute fuck all for me in return ever, for anything. He’s the most self centered man. This last time around, Cody really explained things better on how he is and no one is ever impressed with him. All he does is look out for himself and fuck everyone else around him. No offence but no fucking wonder he has no friends, because all he does is take. & then he has the audacity to be an asshole and say cry me a river. Fuck that. Fuck that friendship it’s over. I was so angry when I got home today. I’ve cooled down now but seriously I want nothing to do with him. I don’t care, I’m done. I’m literally done helping that kid, he doesn’t deserve all the shit that I do for him. Anyways. Rant over. The rest of last week was good. I finally had a few down days where I just watched shows and stuck to myself. I needed that time. The last few weeks have been so insanely busy with back to back things that I felt like any downtime that I had, I just shut down and didn’t want to talk to anyone, just needed space. I feel a bit more refreshed now though. Recap of last week - Wednesday went to Jeremiah’s for a movie night with Steven, Amanda and Christian which was good. Thursday Jeremiah came over with Theo so he could check out the place and feel comfortable. Nova and him played so well, it was so nice to see how quick she took to him so that was really great. Went to a sushi place called Nupo with Sasha & her friend which was really nice. It was a fancy place, food was amazing. It was good company, I enjoy them and we had a good time. Probably not a regular hang out vibe I think but nice to get together every few weeks with her. Saturday morning I decided to go out to Cochran for a walk and then ended up going out to Canmore for a good part of the day. Nova’s leg has been sore lately and she’s been limping off and on so I didn’t want to push it but she acted like nothing was wrong so I scooted to Canmore because it was so nice out. Went over to Grassi Lakes for once, it was cool cause I stopped to take a photo & a girl was just sitting down staring out & I struck up convo with her. Ended up sitting and chatting with her for probably 15-20 minutes which was really nice and we swapped IG’s as she’s from Toronto but has a big love for the mountains. Saturday night Jeremiah invited me for beers at Marda Loop Brewing with some of his English friends which was also a good night. Had fun and good conversation, good laughs. Sunday went to the late church service, as always it was so good. Worship keeps getting me in the feels. Came home & Jeremiah dropped Theo off for a few hours, took them to the park and they had a lot of fun, they did really well. I know Nova get’s this pack mentality that she has to protect whatever dog she’s with but she also is so much more out going, she actually will go run and follow the dog she’s with and visit with other dogs so it’s nice to see. I do love her more than anything. Went over to Ambers sunday night for a games night. She’s got such a cute place with her BF and I finally got to meet Evee. I love those dogs, they’re so sweet. & love that girl. They made dinner and we played Settlers with her brother & his GF, it was really such a nice night. It was a great week really. I feel like I’ve been having so much more of those now this year and it’s nice. I mean, I got in my head the other night about Jeremiah. After Saturday night I got into thinking & wondering if he’s just inviting me out because he feels bad that I’m watching Theo for nothing & that’s his “return” is inviting me out. Idk. I want to think that’s my anxiety and my lack of confidence. Again I know none of these are dates, I really don’t think he thinks of me like that anyways but saturday night was really just me, him and this english girl & guy so I mean I know he doesn’t have to invite me to any of these things, let alone out side of hanging with Steven because that’s how we originally got to know each other but he has continued inviting me out so it’s nice. I know he has a lot of friends so really it’s just nice to meet new people and slowly build community. Anyways. I’m tired and I have to be up early as Theo’s coming over tomorrow again for the day so it’ll be a busy day. I continue to look forward to this month and next as friendships keep unfolding and as I continue to not turn down opportunity. It’ll be interesting to see where I am in 6 months from now. Glad I have this space for writing. It really does help me gather and let out my thoughts. I remember re-reading last years post and it really was full of emotion. I wrote some frustrated, angry messages about Richardt & men (mostly because their stupid duh) but some sad about missing my brother but had some good happy moments too. It’s nice to be able to write that all out and be able to later reflect on it. Will I feel like I overreacted by next week, a month, 6 months from now with this Dillon thing? Idk. I guess we’ll see, but as of right now that bridge is burned and in my eyes there’s not really any friendship left. Mostly because there wasn’t really much of a friendship before except a one sided giver & taker.

#personal #dear future self #weekly reflection #weekly update #dearfutureself

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my very own mind rollercoaster #1

when we're young and if we're lucky, we don't have to deal with a sick or old parents. i am a the only child of a single parent mother and she did an outstanding job to raise me. i had a lot of freedom, was able to try out a lot of things, from playing instruments, to playing different sports. my mother supported everything i wanted to do. even to the point where she allowed me to live in a semi boarding school, living on my own kind of scenario at age 13. i know it was extremely hard for her to part ways with me at such an early age. but she felt that it would be best for me which i am still very grateful to her for to this day. i was able to do me early on.

and now, some odd 35 years later our roles have switched. i take care of her when she needs me. as good as i can and while trying to give her as much freedom and autonomy as possible. my mom is 83 years old now and she has been healthy for all of her life. truly, i remember only a couple of times where she was sick. a few years ago she had a flu and i noticed over the phone that she wasn't well. i jumped on the next train and took care of her for the next 9 days. just making sure that she drinks enough, checking in with the GP what i needed to look out for, eventually cooking the food and serving her what she had an appetite for.

6 months ago my mom also had some kind of infect that made her sleep/rest a lot but she was also a bit confused around it. my best friend happened to visit friends and hour away and immediately went to see her, check-in, bring her some banana bread. i managed to get their the same day as well which was great. i stayed again for a few days until my mom was better. we went to the GP to get a general check up and make sure that there was nothing serious lingering.

4 weeks ago i was just coming to visit my mom as i now try to do every 4-5 weeks. when i arrived i immediately could tell that she wasn't well. but i missed how "off" she was and i was so surprised and confused at that moment that i didn't think to check her temperature for example. the next day i finally took her temperature in the afternoon and realizing that it was at 38.6 degrees Celsius decided to take her to the emergency doctor service which every German hospital has to provide health services in the evenings, weekends and holidays. they identified a urine tract infection and sent us home with an antibiotic and a fever medication. unfortunately my mom even got a bit worse 24 hours later and i was at the point where i did not feel capable any longer to take care of her. so i called 911 and two young and kind gentlemen from the rescue service checked her out and agreed that it was the right thing to admit her to the hospital.

i am extremely fortunate that i have a loving partner, a great best friend and another extremely close friend who happened to be a registered nurse before he became a teacher. these 3 carried me through these few hours where i didn't know what to do, what the right thing was for my mother.

i was scared, nervous, new to the situation - as said i pretty much never experience my mom in a situation where she needed medical attention - worried about my mom, worried that i wouldn't be able to handle the situation, make a mistake. and then on a deeper level i was scared of death, my mom dying, my own death, ageing, sickness. i went into a complete mind movie about all sorts of things - in my mind dark things. today i am deeply scared of dying and death. i have been for a minute. waking up at night and being scared of death. wondering what it is like, where we go, how can it be that i am not on planet earth any longer, in my body. i certainly can say that i have grown up in a very western world where death is pushed away, hidden, not really dealt with other than in a practical way when it happens, but much less in a spiritual way or in a way where death was the natural end of a circle - birth to death. everything that is born will die.

i am back now with my mom, 4 weeks later and she has another infection that requires close attention and i am making sure that she is alright and has everything she needs. when i traveled her from amsterdam, i was nervous in what state i would find her. i felt nauseous, nervous, restless - my mind racing and doing it's movie thing. my loving partner reminded me to stay in the here and now. and while it makes so much sense, it is not an easy task for me. well, we made it through the first night together, she slept well and we're taking it moment by moment. i am still nervous, scared and restless - no appetite, but i am here, now, doing as good as i can.

#mom #mindfuck #ageing #mortality #death #life #hope #strength #daugther #contemplation #birth

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Late Arrival. Spencer Reid x Reader.

(Not my gif)

Summary: Spencer is coming back home after an out of state case runs long. You fall asleep waiting for him, and when he finally does come home, he sees your outfit and there is no way he can’t wake you up for a proper homecoming.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

TW: Brief mentions of masturbation (male and female), sleepy sex?? (I don’t know how to refer to it), calling Spencer daddy (duh), fingering, reader trying to be dom and Spencer teasing, unprotected sex, creampie, a lot of praise kink.

Word Count: 3.2k

A.N: I saw @fics4arainyday put that she wanted someone to write this concept, so i did! I hope you like it! Also, I’m bad at ending fics so 😬... sorry!

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It had been 3 agonizingly slow weeks since your fiancé had been home.

Being engaged to an FBI profiler wasn’t always easy. The days, even weeks being apart, Spencer coming home at all hours of the night too exhausted to stay awake and spend time with you, missing birthdays, holidays, anniversaries being states away on those occasions.

But in all honesty, you still wouldn’t have it any other way.

Nobody else could make you laugh the way Spencer did. Nobody else could make you think the way Spencer did. Nobody could lovingly annoy the crap out of you the way Spencer did. And most importantly, nobody could fuck you the way Spencer did.

He has been gone for 3 weeks, but the week before he left, there wasn’t a lot of sexy time going on since you were busy with your own job. It was the occasional quickie before having to rush getting ready for work in the morning, a quick mutual masturbation session on a lazy weekend, but no real “wake the neighbors” fuck that you were so desperately craving. Keeping a healthy sex life was important to both of you.

So when you got the call from Spencer that the case was finally over and he would be coming home that same night, you knew it was go time.

You didn’t have much self control when it came to online shopping when Spencer was gone, what else were you supposed to do? The goldfish you two had as a pet wasn’t much company.

So you had treated yourself to a few new pairs of lingerie. Spencer was going to love all of them, but there was one in particular that you knew he was going to lose his mind over. It was baby blue see through with a floral pattern throughout the slip. It left very little to the imagination but that was your favorite part about it. Technically you were supposed to wear some sort of underwear but the slip looked better without it.

You took a hot deep shower and pampered yourself a few hours before you knew he was going to be home, that way you were nice and relaxed and ready for his arrival. You kept your hair simple since Spencer would be pulling at it all night. But you did put some makeup on just to enhance Spencer’s favorite part of your face, your eyes.

The mood of the room was set; the bed was perfectly made, the candle you had given Spencer for a “just because present” called “Bookstore” smelling like mahogany, leather, and coffee; lit on the bedside table. It was meant for him but you enjoyed it much more than him. All that was missing was Spencer.

You looked at the time on your phone, only 10 more minutes before Spencer was due home. You lay on your side of the bed, flipping through tv channels to find something to watch to occupy your time.

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Spencer turns the key to turn the car off, he drops his hands from the steering wheel into his lap, letting out a deep sigh. He could have been home over 3 hours ago but the jet back home was having engine issues, so the team had to fly through a regular airport… which meant waiting for a flight.

The case wasn’t particularly a rough one emotionally, it was just long. Spencer missed you like crazy within the first few days of being away. Late night phone calls weren’t the same as physically being with you.

Spencer grabbed his satchel, leaving the rest of his baggage to lug up to the house until tomorrow when he had enough rest. As he’s walking up the driveway he can see the light on from the kitchen, signaling you were awake and waiting on him. He knew how much you hated waiting, so by now he knew you were seething with rage. There was about to be a lot of apologizing he was going to have to do. Spencer unlocks the front door, dropping his bag next to the front door and kicking his shoes off right next to it.

“Babe?” Spencer calls out, removing his jacket and hanging it up on the back of the couch. He listens for an answer, but all he hears is the slight murmur of the tv from your bedroom.

Spencer begins to unbutton his shirt as he walks down the hallway to the blue hue of the tv shadowing onto the floor. He steps into the room, spotting you curled up on top of the comforter fast asleep. Before he could appreciate how adorable you looked, softly snoring, he noticed the little outfit you were wearing. You laid there on your belly, one leg straight while the other bent up on the pillow next to you.

He scans your body through the see through fabric, spotting the lack of underwear on your lower half while your butt was fully exposed to him. You were practically a step away from being naked. He quietly walks over to the bed and touches the hem of the slip and carefully hikes it up your butt, not earning a reaction from you.

Spencer quickly sheds his shirt off and throwing it off to the corner of the room along with his dark slacks, kicking them off quickly. Spencer carefully climbs into the bed behind you, laying on his side and palming himself through his boxers to get himself hard, which really didn’t take much as his eyes rake over your body and his imagination runs wild about all the things he was about to do to you. He hisses as he strokes himself harshly, his cock growing harder every second.

Your body shifts next to him, a low grumble coming from your mouth as you shift in bed onto your side, your ass now completely facing him.

Spencer’s eyes widen seeing you move, he didn’t want to get caught stroking himself less than a few inches from where he wanted to be. He finally scoots closer to your body, resting his hands on your bare hip, your skin a little cold from the lack of bed sheet or clothing on you. He lines himself up with your entrance, slowly slipping in between your folds, not yet sliding in. He rubs the tip of his cock up and down you, finding you were already a bit wet.

Your whole body jumps a loud gasp filling the room which makes Spencer pull himself back. Your head turns quickly behind you to look at Spencer, a little glimmer of fear in your eyes. “What the fuck?” You whisper yell at him.

“I’m home. And I see you left a present for me.” He says, whispering in your ear. “Is this okay?” He asks, his hand moving down your thigh and lifting it slightly for easier access.

“I don’t know. I’m pretty annoyed you were so late. I’m kind of not in the mood anymore.” Your voice was laced with sarcasm as you cocked your eyebrow at Spencer.

He licks his lips, a smirk on his face appearing as he picks up on the little game you’re playing with him. “No? Well I think I have some apologizing to do.” Spencer says, moving the strap of your outfit out of his way, kissing up your shoulder and over to your neck.

Your eyes flutter closed at the feeling of his soft lips pecking at your skin, a low hum coming from deep within your chest.

“You know I missed my girl so much while I was gone.” He says, his hand traveling up the underside of your outfit all the way up your stomach and up to your breasts, kneading one in his large hands as he spoke in your ear. “I missed waking up to you.” Kiss. “Seeing your beautiful face.” Kiss. “Hearing those sexy moans about how good daddy makes you feel when I’m touching you.” Kiss. “And how wet you get without me even trying.” Kiss.

You were putty in his hands, the game of trying to be tough was no longer working, and Spencer was fully aware of it.

His hand leaves your breast and goes back down to between your legs, his fingers running over your inner thighs, intentionally skipping over your core.

You whine as his fingers tickle you, scooting your body back against him. “Spence.” You pathetically whine, taking his hand and leading it to your throbbing middle. You keep your hand on top of his as you feel him play with your slit, feeling all the wetness that was seeping out of you.

“You want me to touch you?” He asks, kissing the spot below your ear.

“Please, baby?” You beg, turning your torso enough to look at him, pouting your bottom lip out ever so slightly.

His fingers part your lips, finding your bud immediately and slowly drawing lazy circles around it. Your body reacts immediately, relaxing against his body as he massages you. Your hand moves back to tangle in his hair, pushing his head closer to yours, your lips meeting for the first time in 3 weeks. His fingers continue to work their magic, as you two heavily make out with one another; his tongue slipping into your mouth and yours into his.

Your body quivers as Spencer drops his fingers down to the pool of wetness between your legs, two of his fingers slipping inside.

You pull back from the kiss, gasping loudly. “Fuck.” Your eyes flicker to his face, your mouth agape.

“It amazes me how tight you are. I’ve been with you for almost 6 years and it’s always so amazing.”

You moan in response, not being able to form words at the moment.

The room is filled with the sounds of the wetness Spencer is drawing out of you and your breathy moans. Your high was coming quicker than anticipated, Spencer could feel it in your body and could see it in your face.

You cling onto his forearm, keeping him in place. Spencer liked to play games like denying you of your orgasms, but you weren’t going to let him this time. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you fought to keep them open but you were far too overstimulated at this point. The knot came undone as you clenched around his fingers, a string of curse words and desperate moans fall from your mouth as you ride your high out.

“That’s it. Good girl.” Spencer coos, still slowly drawing what you have left out as you try to regain your breath. He kisses your cheek and moves his fingers out of you carefully. “Do you want to taste?” He questions.

You roll over onto your back, nodding your head and grabbing his hand, bringing it up to your lips, and letting him slip his middle and ring finger in your mouth. You swirl your tongue around his fingers, sucking on them harshly.

Spencer looks at you in admiration as you look up at him with innocence in your eyes. “I love that I’m the only person that knows how much of a dirty girl you are.”

You open your mouth to let his fingers free, smiling at him. “And I like that I can be your dirty girl.” You say, wrapping your fingers in his curls and bringing his head down to kiss him. “Come here, I want to give you your welcome home celebration.” You say, moving him off of you.

“Normally I’m all for that, but I need to be in you. I’m not going to last long if you use your mouth.”

You sit up on the bed and get up onto your knees, pulling Spencer up to sit up too. You straddle his lap, cupping his face in your hands, rubbing both of your thumbs on his cheek, feeling a bit of stubble in his face. “You look tired, my love.”

Spencer smiles, wrapping his arms around your back, pulling you into his chest. “Not too tired to finish.”

You laugh, kissing him softly. “No? You can go all night? Multiple times?” You teasingly question.

“We can test that theory tomorrow. But right now, we have 3 weeks worth of tension we need to work out.”

“Can I ride you?” You ask.

“Be my guest. I like the view.” He smirks, laying back down against the mattress, his hands gripping both of your thighs.

You get into position, holding his cock steady while you lower yourself down slowly.

Spencer rolls his head back on the pillow, grunting loudly as he feels your tightness around himself. His hands move up your thighs and under your outfit to your hips, gripping them tightly.

You rest your hands on his chest to keep balance, slowly starting to rock your hips against him. Your eyes stay glued to him, watching how his lips were parted and light moans were falling from him. “Do you like that?”

Spencer nods his head, his eyes focusing on your chest bouncing up and down in rhythm of your movements on him. He was trying to focus on anything else in the world to prevent himself from cumming too early.

“Tsk, tsk… words baby.” You tease, scratching his chest with your nails. “You never don’t know what to say.”

“It’s cute when you try to be the one in control.”

“I know I’m cute. You tell me quite often.” You retort with a wide grin.

Your comment earns a laugh from him, playfully rolling his eyes at you. Spencer begins to buck his hips up quickly, taking you by surprise. His fingers move the straps down your shoulders, helping you move your arms out of the straps as you continue to move on top of him. He moves the top half of your outfit down under your chest, his hands like magnets and begins massaging your breasts.

“Fuck, daddy,” You whimper, holding his forearms as he fucks into you. “That’s so good, you’re so good.”

Spencer sits up, letting you take control again. His thumb finds your clit, starting to rub it slowly, his soft brown eyes watching you melt into his touch.

Your eyes roll into the back of your skull, small whimpers leaving your mouth. You lean your body forward and nuzzle your head into Spencer’s neck. You start to kiss his pale skin, raking your teeth against it.

“Mmm, fuck.” Spencer moans out, applying more pressure to your clit as he feels a small pinch on his neck. “You going to cum for me again, pretty girl?”

“Not yet.” You whine in his ear.

“I’m going to move you. I want to fuck you.” Spencer says, moving your body off of his, earning a whine from you as his cock leaves you. “Bend over for daddy.” He says, helping you lay flat on the mattress while your butt is in the air, facing him. “Mmm, you’re so pretty, my girl.” He says in a low voice, both of his hands kneading your ass.

You whine pathetically, pressing yourself against him. “Daddy, please.”

Spencer smiles, grabbing his cock and slowly sliding back inside you. “It’s cute when you try to take control, but even cuter when you’re a whiny mess.” His hand grips the back of your outfit to hold onto as he fucks you from behind. This was his absolute favorite way to have you because of how hard he could slam into you, but the reaction you gave was even better.

Your hand finds his wrist and holds onto it as he thrusts into your dripping pussy. He could feel how you were coating his cock every time he drew himself back out of you. “I love your cock.” You mutter out.

“This is your cock, baby. You take it so fucking well.” He grunts out, now struggling to keep from exploding. Anytime you fully submitted to him, he was done for.

You had such a strong personality outside of the bedroom that most people wouldn’t believe you were submissive 9 times out of 10.

“Am I your good girl for taking you so well?” You question, looking behind you to look at Spencer with innocent eyes.

His heart and cock fluttered at both your question and your eyes, you always played the innocent card so well. He grabs all of your hair in his hand and gently pulls it back toward him, making you whimper again. “You’re always a good girl for me, my love.” He responds. “Such. A. Good. Girl.” He thrusts into you harshly with each word.

You start to rub your own clit, bringing your second orgasm to the surface for the second time tonight. “You’re going to make me-fuck-me cum. Don’t stop, please don’t stop, daddy.” You were gasping as you spoke, desperate for your release.

“Cum for me, let go my girl.” Spencer says, taking over for your fingers to help bring you to your height. He rubs you quickly, trying not to lose it before you.

Finally you feel your walls clench around his cock, both of you moaning loudly. You moan Spencer’s name along with multiple curse words as he continues to rutt into your sensitive hole.

Spencer pulls out quickly, rubbing himself as he feels his own climax coming to a head.

“No, come back. Put it back in me, please.” You whine, reaching behind you to find Spencer’s cock and lead it back into you.

“You want me to cum in you? You want it inside you?” Spencer groans, seconds away from losing it.

“Please. Cum in me, Spence.” You beg, meeting his thrusts.

Spencer thrusts one last time before he spills himself inside of you, his grip on your hips squeezing as you slowly stop throwing your hips back against him. “Fuck, you’re so good.” He whispers, his eyes shutting as he feels the tip of his cock tingle.

Both of you stay in place as you try to regain your composure. You can already feel your eyes flutter closed, heavy from being tired. Spencer finally pulls out of you, making you hiss and lay flat on the bed.

“Baby, come on, we gotta go clean you up.”

“No.” You whine, closing your eyes again.

“You need to use the bathroom and clean yourself up. We have this conversation every time you’re too tired to get up. Come here, I’ll help you.”

You poke your bottom lip out into a pout as you reluctantly get out of bed, holding Spencer’s hand as you walk into your bathroom together. He helps clean the mess inside you up with a wet towel before leaving you alone to use the toilet.

Once you’re all settled, you walk back into the bedroom, finding Spencer getting the bed ready for both of you to lay down. You wrap your arms around his waist and hug him from behind tightly. Spencer happily hums, reaching behind himself to touch your arm.

“I love you.” You say, giving him a squeeze.

“And I love you.” He says, pulling you around to give you a kiss on the lips. “Do you want to sleep?”

You nod your head, climbing into bed first and getting comfortable right away as you watch Spencer slide in next to you, laying on his side to face you.

You grin ear to ear, kissing his chin. “Hi baby.”

“Hi pretty girl. You good?” He questions, lightly touching your cheek. You lean into his touch and nod. “I’m perfect.”

Spencer brings you into his chest, his fingers rubbing small circles into your shoulder. “Yeah, you are perfect.”

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blessednereid · 3 years

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Pity the Living

Daniel Sharman x Reader Series

A/N: The Much Requested, and By Requested, I mean @rogershoe wanted me to write this, MY DANIEL SHARMAN FANFICTION!!!!!! The character that Y/N plays is based on my OC for FTWD and is not an actual character in FTWD. Basic Premise of the setting for this chapter is that they're in high-school/ secondary school. But for the majority of the story(minus flashbacks) it's set in 2016/17 when s3 of FTWD was filmed.

Story Summary: When (Y/N) (L/N) reunites with a high-school friend on the set of the job she's been working on for the past 2-3 years, not only is she excited to work with the guy who inspired her to go into acting, but to hear about what he's done since she's seen him. But the more they talk, the more she realizes, this reunion is not going the way she had planned.

CW: Cursing? brief mention of alcohol, anxiety, mentions of food, fake dagger, fake blood, bets,

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Career Day

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Most of the students around you were chorusing to the tune of your school anthem, but not you. You had heard the melody and sung it almost a million times. Whether you were exaggerating or not, not even you knew. Instead, you were whispering and laughing with one of your best friends, Daniel Sharman.

You met Daniel when you first came to the school. You didn't know many people. You didn't even know yourself in this place. It was a completely foreign experience, but he stuck by your side and showed you around.

Since then, you had made friends, joined the swim team, learned your way around the school without ending up in the boys' restrooms instead of the girls' ones. Despite not needing Daniel to show you around anymore, he still provided plenty of comedic support and pick-me-ups and was a great mate all around.

Your teacher had just finished introducing all the parents who were presenting at career day. The assignment being after the presentations were finished, you were supposed to think about what you wanted to be in the future. You had no idea what you wanted to be. But of course… Daniel did.

"An actor."

"An actor?" he nodded. "Like Macbeth?"

"No, Macbeth is a character. An actor is a person who plays the character."

"Why an actor?"

"Dunno. Just seems right."

You frowned. "Huh, that's nice. Knowing what you want to be."

"You could always try acting. It's worth a shot."

"Hah, if I ever tried acting, it would probably be when I'm old, senile, and look like Betty White."

"Oh, come on. You're a great actress!"

"What's that supposed to mean, Sharman?" you gasped.

"Just that you tell fibs and stories as if they were the truth. That's all acting is."

"I DO NOT!"

"How did you convince your mum that your dog jumped onto the table and ate the cake without making any noise last weekend, then?" You opened your mouth to speak before closing it.

"Cat got your tongue?" he teased.

"Shut up, Sharman."

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L/N Residence

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You and Daniel were both swimming in the pool in your backyard when Daniel asked you the question.

"Did you think about it?"

Still floating, you asked, "About what?"

"Acting."

You laughed incredulously. "You were serious?"

"Of course I was." He swam closer to you and pulled your leg down, making you flop around and splash water.

"WHAT THE HELL!"

"Was just trying to get your attention," he remarked innocently.

You coughed. "You had it."

"Picture this," he waved you off. "Us, on the red carpet-"

"Who's red carpet?"

"Does it matter? We'll be each other's dates anyways."

"Why is that?" you asked.

"Because we're best friends."

"What if one of us has a boyfriend or girlfriend?"

He shrugged. "Ok, whatever. We're on the red carpet separately. It's both of ours red carpet-"

"So, does that mean we're in a movie together?"

"Yes, Y/N," he muttered exasperatedly.

"But that's impossible?"

"Why do you say that?"

You leaned closer to his ear. "BECAUSE I'M NOT BECOMING AN ACTOR."

He jumped away from you, proceeding to splash you with water.

"Mark my words. I know talent when I see it."

You sighed. "Could this just be you not wanting to be lonely in the acting world?"

He jutted his lip and spoke in a whiny voice. "Maybe…"

You laughed before splashing a giant wave of water at him. While he still had water in his eyes, you dove under and pulled him down.

He flailed around before his head popped up, and he calmed down.

"WHAT THE HELL!"

"PAYBACK, SHARMAN!"

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Announcement

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The intercom gave a heavy buzz, and static-y noises ran amok over the building before a voice actually came through the speakers.

"Hello, Teachers, Students, and Faculty. Welcome back to school. We hope that you all enjoyed your holidays and got the rest you needed to pay attention in class today," the last part was passive. Your principal gave more announcements for clubs and sports around the school, such as upcoming games or reminders for students to buy the school yearbook.

You were nodding along interested, or looking for interest really when something caught your best friend's attention.

"The school will also be hosting its first-ever play, Romeo and Juliet. Interested people should report to the music room before the end of the week to receive information."

You saw Daniel's eyes widen only moments before he spoke up. "Hey," he waved at you. "You should audition!"

"Daniel, are you insane?"

He chuckled, "No, but I think you'd like it."

You tried arguing, but he wasn't taking no for an answer. "You're the one who said you didn't know what you wanted to do after you graduated. Doing this cannot hurt."

"Yeah, it can't hurt until I trip on my costumes and break my neck!"

"That rarely ever happens," he said exasperatedly. "Ok, how about this? You audition, and if you end up getting a role and actually doing the play, I'll give you fifty pounds."

You squinted. "Do you even have fifty pounds to give me?"

"Do you even have to ask," he feigned shock in the accusation? You gave a sour face before he truthfully answered. "Fine, I don't have it now. But I will by the time the play comes around."

"What do I get just for auditioning?"

"I'll convince my mum to make that cake you like."

"Fine."

"BUT!" he exclaimed. "You have to audition for Juliet."

"You're kidding?"

He laughed. "No, I'm not. You have to audition for Juliet."

"I hate you," you mumbled before sighing a whispered 'fine.'

He gave a toothy smile. "Then we have a deal."

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Auditions

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You reluctantly walked onto the stage, Daniel's widening grin so visible in the audience. He said that he only put his name on the audition sheet so he could watch the auditions. He would've already been gone by the time it was his turn.

"Hello, My name is Y/n L/n, and I am auditioning for Juliet," your lips pressing into a straight line after saying the sentence.

You stammered through your first few lines. "Sh-Shall I speak ill of him— that is my husband?" You said with a laugh.

"Ah," you paused and clicked your tongue. "Poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name… When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it?"

You said your following line in an accusatory manner. "But wherefore, villain... didst thou kill my cousin?" you said, though your voice squealed trying to pronounce 'didst.' "That villain cousin would have killed my husband."

"Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring!" Your voice rose and fell several octaves. "Your tributary drops belong to woe, Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy." Fake tears spring to your eyes, your voice cracked, and you began slowly falling against an invisible wall.

You looked down at your paper for what to say next. "My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain; And Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my husband. All this is comfort; wherefore weep I then?" You wiped your cheeks dramatically.

"Some word there was, worser than Tybalt's death, That murd'red me. I would forget it fain;" your lips quivered, and you sucked in deep, heaving breaths before speaking your line.

"But O, it presses to my memory. Like damnèd guilty deeds to sinners' minds! 'Tybalt is dead, and Romeo--banishèd!" You shouted.

You stood back up in a startling jump, and with a proud smile, you said triumphantly, "And Scene!"

The directors and some students in the audience, especially Daniel, gave a round of applause before the director dismissed you.

You took the steps to the stage and sat next to Daniel as the director called the next student to audition.

"You were amazing! The director might as well have given you the role right then and there."

You laughed, "Hang on, charmer. There were a bunch of Juliet's who literally said that entire thing so… fluently. I stammered through the whole thing."

"But you showed more emotion than anyone else. You only had a week to prepare. The actual show will be like child's play."

"They want people who can memorize and recite. The emotion can be added later, but it's worth nothing if they forget their lines."

"There is such a thing called improvising for a reason," he reassured.

"Who in their right, bloody minds wants to improvise Shakespeare?"

He turned his head and chuckled before waving a five-pound note in front of your face. "Here, I got to go before they call me, but you earned this at least."

"Five pounds for being forced to audition for a stupid play so you can prove a point? Wow, you must really fancy me, huh, Sharman?" you said sarcastically.

"Goodbye, L/n," he whispered before sneaking out the back door of the auditorium.

"Alright, next up. Daniel Sharman!" The director shouted your friend's name a few more times before giving up.

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Headmasters Office

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A week after your audition, you were called to the headmasters' office. Thus is the cause of the curious looks from your classmates. Oohs and Aahs flooded your ears as you grabbed your bag and headed out the door to the front of the school.

When you got to the front of the building and went into the headmasters' office, you saw the Theatre director, Ms Parker, standing behind the desk. "Headmaster Leo allowed me to use his office to do this. Isn't that cool?"

Ms Parker was one of the younger teachers in school. She was twenty-four, and this was her first year teaching after receiving her bachelor's degree in education and a master's degree in music production. A fact she could astoundingly ramble about for fifteen minutes. As proven at the auditions.

"I didn't want to call you to the theatre room. That would be too predictable, correct?" You'd come to realize she was a very eccentric woman. "I have called you in here to inform you that you have been selected to perform in this year's play of Romeo and Juliet."

A wave of shock coursed through your body, and you were sure it reflected on your face. "Are you sure?"

"Darling, I'm positive!- your audition was totally spectacular! So brilliant-in fact- that I am completely sure in my choice to make you our female lead- Juliet!"

"What!" Your eyes widened into a blank stare. Your thoughts were running rampant in your mind. You thought that performing on the stage would be a breeze when you weren't the lead.

"Ms Parker, I didn't actually want the part of Juliet! It's just that my friend dared me to audition for Juliet! Is there no way I can get a smaller part? I'm no Juliet. The show would be ruined," you rambled.

The directors' facial expressions softened, "Darling, you are the only choice. None of the other people who auditioned can even compare to the amount of passion you produced in that audition. I am determined to have you as our Juliet."

You whimpered out an "Ok." Professors had a strange way of convincing you to do extra credit assignments or things that aren't necessary.

"We have a chemistry read for you and a few of our other choices for Romeo after school today. Do you need to contact a parent to let them know where you'll be?"

"Uh, yes, please."

After you made your call, you walked back to your classroom with shaky hands. The class period was almost over, but you had to tell Daniel that you had gotten a part in the show. Not just any part- THE PART!

You shuffled into the classroom reluctantly. All eyes were on you as every student had assumed you'd been in trouble. Either suspended, expelled, or told your parents were going to have a sit-down with the headmaster.

You took your seat next to Daniel before taking out a piece of paper and writing out a note, encompassing the words, "I got the part!"

You slid the sheet discreetly onto his desk. When he read it, his eyes widened, and he quietly moved his hands toward yours, beckoning for a high five.

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First Rehearsal

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After the chemistry read, the role of Romeo was given to a kid named James Mercer-Allen got the part. Though it was more because the directors were starting to become tired.

The next day was the first rehearsal. Swimming season was last semester, so there was no clash in schedules with the play.

"Alright, this rehearsal is to get acquainted with the stage, your fellow actors, and directors," she insisted. "Now, let's introduce ourselves. Can our Romeo please stand up?"

James stood up and gave a brief introduction. You were called on next. You stated your name, "I was on the swim team last semester, and I'm in my thirteenth year. I hope I can do this role justice."

More students stood up to introduce themselves. The entire process took more than thirty minutes.

The next thing to happen was that the rest of the students were called to recite lines for various roles. The only parts that had been cast preliminarily were Romeo and Juliet.

You and James had sat on the wooden stools unless there was a scene going on that needed Romeo and/or Juliet.

By the end of the first rehearsal, the majority of the speaking roles were cast. You went home exhausted but not expecting the conversation that waited for you.

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The Talk

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"We're moving?" you shouted at your parents from your seat across from them in the sitting room. "What do you mean we're moving."

"Honey, your dad got a job in the states, so we have to move," your mother argued.

"But what about school? No school will take me in the middle of the year, and it's my last year of secondary school. I don't want to spend the rest of my last year knowing nobody."

Your dad, the man of the hour, spoke up. "Dear, we're moving at the end of the year. After school ends."

"But- What about Uni?"

"You said you were taking a sabbatical year!"

"Yes, so I could intern in London!"

"Can't you intern in California?" Your mother whined.

"We're going to California? It's the furthest state?"

Your dad attempted to reassure you but failed. "Darling, it won't be that bad. Maybe you'll like it there more than you like it here!"

"I could never like anywhere more than I like it here!"

You agreed to go to your room and spent the rest of the day there. Later on, after you finished moping, you ringed up your closest friends to tell them you were moving. You did that until you were so tired you fell asleep on the phone with Sarah before you even called Daniel.

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Confrontation

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"Why am I hearing from everyone besides you that you're moving?" Daniel appeared out of thin air behind you, and the accusation was an assault on your conscience.

You could lie and tell him that you wanted to reveal that to him in person, or you could just tell him the truth- say you fell asleep. Mix-and-Match? You ended up just telling the truth. "I fell asleep when I was making some of my other calls. I was going to tell you, I swear!"

"Why didn't you call me first. I'm your best friend?"

"That's why! It was too hard. I kept putting it off and putting it off and putting it off because I didn't want to tell you, I don't want it to be true, and telling you of all people would make it feel real."

"Why can't you stay for Uni?"

"I already told my parents I was taking a gap year. I didn't apply to any colleges."

"Crap!" he sighed. "Ok, well, we're going to have to make the most of it. And! You're getting a going away party!"

"Daniel, I don't need-"

"No debate! You are getting a going away party!"

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Opening Night

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Four months later, after all the rehearsals and memorizations of lines. After much running around the entire film department, it was finally opening night, and your nerves were shot.

You were scrambling all morning to find everything you needed. All your costumes were at the school, but you still needed to bring your black leotard, skin-coloured tights, and wear your hair in an up-do style.

You decided to do your skincare routine, but your panic got the best of you, and you forgot what every single product was used for.

Daniel came over and helped you get ready but found you practically hyperventilating.

Your parents drove you both to the theatre, and when Ms Parker told you that Daniel couldn't be backstage, you promptly told her that he was your emotional support. After much arguing, she finally let him backstage.

Around an hour before showtime, the director told Daniel that he had to go wait in the audience if he already bought his ticket or that he had to go do it now.

Before he left, he gave you a pep-talk. "Hey, so one time, I was in this play, and the idea was that I was expelled, and there was a piece of paper I had to give my 'mother,' but I lost it. So we had to improvise, but I couldn't find the paper, and I felt horrible. So just know, even if you forget your lines, you must improvise, and remember, it still probably won't compare to the embarrassment I felt that day. So you can laugh at my humiliation. "

You chuckled, "I will. Ok, go before you get in trouble."

"Ok, me, our parents and all your friends will be in the front row. I've already reserved the entire row. I brought a whole bag of jackets just for that reason!"

"You can't do that," you said in between cackles.

"For you, I'll do anything," he grinned.

A few hours later and the show was almost done. "What's here? A cup, closed in my true love's hand? Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end," you wept.

"O, churl! Drunk all and left no friendly drop to help me after? I will kiss thy lips; Haply some poison yet doth hang on them, to die with thine restorative." You leaned over James and let your hair fall to the side of your head to cover your face. You pulled back without actually kissing James.

"Thy lips are warm."

A whispery voice came from offstage, "Which way?" The cue for you to take the poison, which was actually cranberry juice.

"Yea, noise? Then I'll be brief. O happy dagger!" You grabbed the dagger and brought it near your chest. "This is thy sheath;" you drew the fake knife back three inches from your chest and stabbed it to where the bag of more cranberry juice was and punctured the bag. 'Blood' soaked through your dress. "There rust, and let me die." You fell dramatically onto the altar and waited for the scene to end as the crowd cheered.

After the show, you dashed into the crowd where your friends and family waited for you. Ovations and Applauses were passed, lauded boxes of chocolates and gorgeous roses were given.

When you got to Daniel, he practically tackled you with a hug. "I actually thought you died for a split second. The blood looked so real."

"Daniel, most people don't bleed that fast, do they?"

"I don't know but fear kicked in, and I couldn't make sense of anything."

You grinned and almost went to your parents before Daniel grabbed your arm. "You don't have a date to the Leavers ball, do you?"

"No, I don't. Why?"

He sighed. "Well, I was thinking that you could go with me. I don't have a date either."

You squinted, thinking there was some ulterior motive behind his actions. "Ok, I'll go with you if you give me the money you owe me before then."

"It's right here," he smiled.

Your face scrunched up, but you reluctantly agreed. You only had a month of school left, and you might as well spend it having fun with your friends.

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The Leavers Ball and the Getaway Party

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You were dressed in a light blue, pleated, Mikado prom dress that cut off at mid-thigh. You had black wedges on your feet and a black pearl-beaded bracelet on your arm.

You were wearing a half-up, half-down style that framed your face and a silver necklace with a circle-shaped diamond.

You were sitting in the parlour when Daniel rang the doorbell. He was ten minutes late.

"Sorry," he said when your dad answered it. "I know I'm late. I was picking up Kat and James."

Kat and James were your and Daniel's respective friends who'd started last year after you and Daniel introduced them.

"Hi," you popped out of the shadows. "Alright, Mom, Dad, we're late, so we're just going to get goi-"

"Wait! I have to take pictures! Go get Kat and James."

"No, Mom. No pictures!"

"It's only right. I just want a few. We can take it outside."

You sighed but reluctantly caved into your mother's will.

The four of you took pictures outside of Daniel's Jeep Wrangler. You took ones with silly faces, just girls, just boys, and ones with all four of you before your parents allowed you to leave.

You were forty minutes late, and the ball was already in full swing by the time you got there.

You got on the dance floor immediately because one of your favourite songs was playing, but the DJ switched the song as soon as you found a decent spot. It was a slow song. You chuckled, and Daniel put his hands on your waist.

"Well, this is awkward."

A few minutes later, Daniel posed an interesting question.

"Did you know that I had a crush on you when you first came to school?"

"Uh, you stammered. "No, I didn't know that."

"Yeah, I did. It was short, though. Surface-level."

"Oh," you said. "Should I take offence to that?"

"What?" His eyes widened in realization with what he said. "No, that's not what I meant. You have an amazing personality. I just meant that… I just meant I like you more as a friend than to ruin that with any of those feelings."

"Oh, ok. You wouldn't have, though."

"I wouldn't?"

"No, everyone needs an ego boost every once in a while."

"Haha!"

"And besides, I've had feelings for you at one point too. But it was very cliche, so I tried to shake it as hard as I could."

"Oh?" He raised his eyebrows. "And did you?"

"Like I said, as hard as I could. If it's still there somewhere, it's buried very deep, so much so that I was embarrassed."

"Embarrassed to like me?"

"I mean embarrassed to try and make my life seem like some movie."

"Oh, well, if you did, it would've just made you that much better as an actress. Speaking of that, would you consider acting in the least?"

"Maybe, now that I'm leaving, it's basically the last thing I have to connect me to you."

"No," he said, pointing to your bracelet. "You have that."

You had forgotten that it was Daniel who gave it to you, but the realization brought a smile to your face. "Oh yeah, I'll never take it off."

Later on, long before the ball ended, you saw many of your friends leaving.

"Hey, are you ready to go?" Daniel approached you.

"Where is everyone going?"

He wriggled his eyebrows. "Afterparty!"

"But it's not over?"

"Quit being a party popper and just come with us, L/N!"

You gave in, something you did a lot, and you all started driving. When you got there, you realized you were at Daniel's house.

"The afterparty is at your house?" you asked.

"Well…" James answered.

Kat joined in. "It's really an afterparty!"

"This is your going away party!" Daniel finished.

"But I'm not going away for another month."

"Well, now you have an entire month for people to give you gifts and stuff, and you don't have to worry about the party!" He reasoned.

"But why did it have to be after the Leavers ball?"

"Because you're already in a dress, and it has to be a surprise! Surprise!" Kat exclaimed.

"Alright, fine!"

The entire night you partied and danced, and though you didn't drink alcohol, plentiful amounts of pop and mocktails were passed around. The music was a delight to your ears with all your favourite songs. There were chips and pizza with all your favourite toppings.

"This party is awesome!"

Daniel grinned. "Well, I am an amazing party planner if I do say so myself."

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Airport

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Daniel's parents drove your family to the airport. Your parents had sold the car. Your dad would return in a week to close a deal on the house. Everything was official, and now you were leaving.

You got out of the car, and the tears forcefully began to fall.

"I'm really gonna miss you, jerk," you said disdainfully to Daniel.

He chuckled. "I'm going to miss you more."

"Impossible!"

He wiped the fallen tear from your eye, and for a moment, you could see every single multi-coloured speck in his eyes and noticed how sometimes they looked blue, and at others, they looked grey or green.

You noticed the curvature of his smile and the chisel of his jawline.You saw the hurt in his eyes that said, 'why do you have to go? You're killing me,' and wanted to never move from that position.

He continued to rub the tears that fell onto your cheek, and the sad moment was as sheltered as it could be. You felt safe with him, in his arms, just looking at his face and being reminded of how he comforted you in a place that felt as familiar as Oz felt to Dorothy.

"What am I gonna do without you?" you whispered.

"Get at least one acting job, get an assistant and an agent, I'll do the same thing, and then either one of us has our assistants reach out to our agents, so we get back in touch in case we ever lose touch."

He sounded so grave that you couldn't help but laugh. "That's assuming I do become an actress, Daniel."

"You're right," he whined. "But don't forget me."

"I promise."

And you tried to keep that promise. Throughout your first year, you interned at UCLA, working in the lab. You then applied to go to school there, and you still tried to keep Daniel in your mind. Maintaining a social life on campus combined with schoolwork already wasn't easy. However, you still wouldn't let yourself forget your best friend.

It wasn't until you entered your senior year and you were about to graduate that he started to wane in your memories. The things you did together became obsolete as new friends and memories replaced the old. The things he taught you were thrown out to make space for the new lessons you learned each day.

Even when you did become an actress, you never really remembered why you decided to. You remembered that your friend pushed you to do that play, but it was almost ten years ago, and for the life of you, you couldn't remember his name.

But you did do it, first as an extra, then a body double, and then you started getting l roles on smaller shows. But your big break was getting a quasi-lead role on the spin-off of a big television show, The Walking Dead. For two years, you enjoyed going to conventions and playing the complex character, Valeria Bishop, and you thought you had it all figured out.

But life has a funny way of coming full circle and throwing you a curveball that knows you off course and changes your life.

#Daniel Sharman x reader #daniel sharman fic #Daniel Sharman imagine #Daniel Sharman fluff #Daniel Sharman angst #very angsty #ftwd imagine #twd imagine #troy otto imagine #dylan obrien imagine #that last one is for exposure #I have no regrets

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oogaboogasphincter · 3 years

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Kinktober Day 1

💜my kinktober masterlist

pairing: agent whiskey x f!reader

prompt: face-sitting💜cream-pie💜anonymous sex (prompt list by @the-purity-pen)

rating: E (explicit) 18+ only!

word count: 740+

warnings: pairing is an established relationship, a teensy bit of angst in the beginning, oral sex (f receiving), allusion to more sex at the end, dirty talk, swearing, pet names (sweetheart, angel, cowboy/cowgirl💀💀), semi-cringey use of a cowboy hat, very cringey horse/riding puns (i apologize y’all but this man makes me go stupid go crazy ✋😔), reader is afab and uses she/her pronouns

author’s note: first day ahh!!!!! i hope y’all like these spicy lil thangs ✨ i would say don’t mind me being a complete whore w these, but isn’t that the point? 🤪 well i don’t slut-shame so let’s jump right into this kinktober together! i hope you enjoy! :) <3

gif by @hunterschafer

Saturday has finally arrived, putting an end to the stressful and busy week you just got dragged through. All loose ends have been tied up - emails have been sent, bills have been paid, schedules for next week have been confirmed - and you are gifted with a long weekend to spend with Jack, to do absolutely nothing if you please.

Jack took you on a walk around the city earlier, scoping out restaurants you want to try in the future, small businesses you could potentially do some holiday shopping at. Midway through fall, the air was crisp, the sun was warm, the sky barely had any clouds, the breeze refreshing and consistent. Autumn’s breath swirled around your ethereal figure, around every magnificent curve and across every beautiful plane, as if it were unable to stop its playful fingers from gliding over your body admiringly. Every now and then it would get a little more flirtatious, blowing the hem of your short dress up ever so slightly to innocently get a larger peek at you.

Jack thanked the wind for its boldness, sharing its adoration for you. His eyes remained puppy-dog-like throughout the day, enraptured by the beauty that is you. He admired that, after going through the motions of your week, you managed to carry such a positive aura. While walking along the sidewalk, you turned back to look at him and let him know how much you appreciated his little date, and he was awestruck by your glow. He took pride in the fact that he had something to do with making you look so happy. At ease, relaxed, a bundle of joy. He kept his loving gaze as you turned back around and watched as the breeze played with your hair.

Back home now, panties and shoes long discarded at the edge of the bed, you straddle Jack’s head. His warm hands knead the chilled, soft meat of the backs of your thighs, the desire to caress them unwavering ever since they were flashed to him by the mischievous wind. Your folds are explored through lazy glides of his tongue and your fingers comb Jack’s hair back from his blissed-out face. His eyes close as his tongue increases in speed, taking up a rhythm that makes your eyelids stutter.

His hands slide up over your ass and bunch the fabric of your dress around your waist, a nonverbal cue for you to take it off. You do as he wishes, lifting it up over your head and tossing it onto the mattress behind you. A satisfactory moan comes from his throat and vibrates through your pussy. Fingers returning to knot in his hair, your hips gain a mind of their own and start to buck back and forth on Jack’s mouth. You praise him, “That feels so fucking good, Jack.”

He unlatches his mouth from your entrance momentarily, “That’s it, ride my face, sweetheart.”

You take locks of his hair like reins and feverishly grind your dripping sex against his needy tongue. Guttural moans and groans escape from both of you as your approach your climax. His grip suddenly stops your movements, his mouth leaves you and a whimper bubbles out of your chest. Confusion clouds your mind until Jack leans to his side and grabs his cowboy hat off of the edge of the bed. He drops it on your head, pushes it down so it fits better and explains, “If my cowgirl is gonna ride me, she needs the proper uniform.”

You both erupt in a fit of giggles. He’s stupidly goofy, but you wouldn’t have him any other way. He opens his mouth back up and eagerly dives back into your cunt, grabbing your ass and spreading you wide so he can lick deeper into you. In no time at all, he has you soaking his tongue with a rush of your slick, calling out his name and gripping his hat so it doesn’t fall off as you ride your stallion.

Descending from your peak, you make your way down Jack’s body and mold your wrecked figure to his, capturing his mouth with yours. He rolls you onto your back and plants a kiss on each of your cheeks before taking his hat back, placing it on his head and smirking down at you. You tease, “You going to tame your mustang now, cowboy?”

He laughs and tips the brim of his hat at you, “I sure am, angel.”

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#tppkinktober2021 #kinktober 2021 #agent whiskey x f!reader #agent whiskey x reader #agent whiskey x fem!reader #agent whiskey #agent whiskey smut #pedro pascal characters #kinktober

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evermoreholland · 3 years

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in harmony | tom holland

-> singer!reader x tom holland

-> summary: after a nasty break up, you go to london with your two best friends in hope to find inspiration for your upcoming album and a london boy soon became your muse.

-> word count: 5.7k

-> a/n: wow. this is probably my favorite fic of mine. i hope you all enjoy it as much as i do. big thank you to @rainbowrobin for hyping this fic up and being its biggest fan. also thank you to @cali-holland for beta reading this for me! your support means the world to me and you inspire me every day to keep writing. love you to bits <3

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Breaking up with someone you used to care about was never easy. In fact, grieving and eventually getting over that person was the hardest thing to do. You were a singer so relationships that went public usually ended up terribly wrong. The good part about it is that you can write a hit song about the experience.

Breaking up with your past boyfriend was probably the worst experience for you thus far. You thought that he was the one, every move you made was for him and you ended up depending on him constantly. And he broke your heart. He played you like a fiddle and played with the strings of your heart. He cheated on you with someone you were insecure about the duration of your relationship with him, which made everything feel worse.

You decided that you needed a change of scenery in hopes to clear your head. You had been spending time in your Los Angeles apartment moping around, trying to get over your ex-boyfriend. You also had a deadline for your new album and you haven’t even started. Your album was due towards the end of the summer, and it was now spring.

You sat down on your sofa with a pen and notebook in your hand. You were determined to write something. You didn’t want to write songs about your breakup, but that was all you were thinking about. You saw your phone on the coffee table light up and buzz. It was your manager and agent, Cassandra. You picked up the phone nervously, knowing that she was going to ask about your progress or lack thereof.

“Hello?” You answered.

“Hello, Y/N,” Cassandra greeted sweetly. “How’s the album coming along? We need to start recording soon.”

“Funny you ask.” You always tried to make fun out of an uncomfortable situation.

“Y/N.”

“I’m sorry, Cass! I have no idea what I should be writing about for this album.” It’s not like you didn’t want to write. You did, but you had no idea what to write about.

“Maybe you need a change of scenery, dear. You haven’t been out in months,” Cassandra suggested.

“Maybe you’re right.”

“Where would you want to go? You can stay there for the rest of the spring and the beginning of the summer.”

You thought about it for a moment. You definitely wanted to leave the country. “How does London sound, Cass?”

“Sounds nice. I’ll book you, Natalie, and Sarah tickets for this weekend and I’ll rent the three of you an Airbnb for your stay,” Cassandra confirmed. Natalie was your personal assistant and your best friend. Sarah was your older sister who traveled with you everywhere and she helped you with many of your songs. She was good to bounce ideas off of. You had the perfect team.

“Perfect. Thank you.” You both said your goodbyes and hung up.

***

Tom got off the airplane and sighed in relief. He was finally home. After many months of filming on another continent, he was back in London. Tom was ready to finally sleep in his own bed and hang out with his brothers and friends once again.

Harry and Tom took an Uber back to Tom’s apartment. It was fairly late and all Tom wanted to do was sleep. In the Uber, Tom and Harry made light conversation.

“You want to go to the new pub by our flat this weekend? Haz and Tuwaine want to hang out,” Harry asked.

“Sure,” Tom mumbled. To be quite honest, Tom had absolutely no desire to go out at all this weekend, but he knew that his mates wanted to see him. He did want to see them too, so he agreed.

“Sounds good.”

***

You packed your suitcases for London at the last minute. In your defense, Cassandra only booked Thursday night’s tickets on Wednesday, so you didn’t have that much time in the first place. You were planning on using your time in London to relax and to create a healthy headspace to write your next album.

You called Natalie to ask her opinion on some of your outfit choices. “Nat, am I going for a casual look this trip? Like sweatpants and t-shirts?”

“Absolutely not, Y/N. Are you insane?!”

“It was just a question, Natalie.” You defended yourself. “What should I pack then?”

“I don’t know, just look hot. You need to get out of the post-breakup sweatpants phase.”

“Fine,” you grumbled. You grabbed some cute spring sundresses from your closet and threw them into your suitcase. You packed some jeans and blouses as well.

You hung up with Natalie and took a look at your bag. “Should be good.”

***

The flight to London from Los Angeles was long and exhausting. You arrived at Heathrow airport in the early afternoon on Friday. You immediately went to the house to rest up from jetlag. Once you woke up a few hours later, Sarah was pressuring you and Natalie to get dressed. “We’re going to the pub! Get up, ladies!”

“What? Why?” Natalie groaned. You and Natalie were laying on your beds in your shared room. Sarah jumped onto your bed and tackled you.

“Sarah, we’re exhausted,” you said. You pushed your sister off of you and sat up. “We can just go tomorrow.”

“It’s the pub’s grand opening! It’s supposed to be fire!”

“Fine,” you mumbled. You got up and began unpacking your suitcase. “But I refuse to wear heels.”

***

Harrison made his way to his best mate’s flat to pick him up for the Cheer Beers grand opening on Friday night. Harrison used his spare key to get into Tom’s place. “Tom,” Harrison called out. He made his way to Tom’s bedroom to make sure he was ready for the night.

“In my room!” Tom exclaimed. Tom sounded upset and agitated. Harrison entered his room anyway because he wanted to hang out with his best friend. He opened the door and noticed Tom laying his bed under the covers.

“Are you alright, mate?” Harrison asked. Harrison noticed Tom in his pajamas while in bed. “Why aren’t you ready to go? Harry already went out with Tuwaine to wait in line.”

“I want to hang out with you all, but I’m just so jetlagged, mate.”

Harrison took his phone out of his back pocket to check the time and noticed an Instagram notification from you. He opened it out of curiosity and it was a direct message. It said that you would be at Cheer Beers tonight with your friends and asked if he was going. Harrison and you had met at an award show a few months back and you became friends. “You know what I just found out, Tom?”

“What?”

“Y/N L/N is going to the grand opening tonight.”

“You’re lying just to get me out of bed!” Tom accused him. Tom didn’t want to admit it, but he fancied you. He has been following you on social media and listening to your music for a while now, so Harrison saying you were going to be at the pub caught his attention.

“I’m not.” Harrison showed Tom his phone with your direct message. “I had no idea she was in town, though.”

“No clue, either.”

“Now will you come?” Harrison asked. “I know you have a huge crush on her.”

Tom eyed him skeptically but then let out a sigh. “Fine, I’ll go.”

***

You waited in line outside of Cheer Beers with Sarah and Natalie. You were wearing a black sleeveless cocktail dress with black slip-on vans. You saw a few familiar faces approach you and you realized that it’s your friend Harrison and his mates. You recognized one of his friends to be Tom Holland.

“Hey, Haz!” You greeted. He pulled you into a hug and squeezed you tightly. You pulled away and said, “Following me, I see?”

“Very funny,” he replied. “We were coming to opening night anyway. We were planning this in honor of Tom’s return from filming.”

“Oh, that’s right,” you said and then turned to Tom. You put your hand out for him to shake. “I’m Y/N.”

He shook your hand and you felt his sweaty palm touch yours. You could assume that he was either unwell or nervous. “Tom. Nice to finally meet you.”

“Likewise.”

You introduced Natalie and Sarah to Harrison and he introduced the rest of his friends to the three of you.

“Would you like to share a table with us?” Harry, Tom’s younger brother, asked you.

“I’m sure that Y/N L/N would have much better opportunities than to sit with us, Harry,” Tom interjected.

“Actually, Tom, we would love to.” You all entered the pub and grabbed a table in the back room. Harrison sat between Sarah and Tuwaine. Harry sat by Natalie. You sat between Natalie and Tom, per Natalie’s whisper in your ear to go for it. You all got your first round of drinks.

“So what brings you to London?” Tom asked.

“Needed to clear my head,” you said and then ate the olives from your martini.

“So you flew halfway across the world?” Tom was amused and you could tell. He wasn’t trying to laugh at you particularly, he just thought it was funny that you chose London of all places.

“Shut up,” you teased. “We’re here for the summer. A vacation, or holiday, if you will.”

“Nice, nice.” You could feel the slight awkward tension between the two of you. You were basically strangers so it made sense. You decided to try and break it. “How was filming for the third Spider-Man film?”

Tom’s eyes lit up at your sudden interest in his work. “Can I tell you a funny story?”

***

Three hours passed by and you decided to call it a night. You talked with Tom the entire night. You enjoyed his company but you were also jetlagged. “Tom, I’m tired,” you said as you leaned on his shoulder.

“Me too.”

“Want to walk me home?” You asked.

“Would love to.” You both got up from the booth and Tom paid for your drinks, even though you protested. Harrison, Tuwaine, Harry, Sarah, and Natalie didn’t look like they were ready to leave any time soon so you said your goodbyes to them and left with Tom.

“How far are you away from here?” Tom asked you.

“About a ten minute walk.” You began walking in the cool London air.

“So, Harrison told me that you were writing for your new album. How’s that going?”

“Not well,” you said as you crossed your arms over your chest. “It’s been fucking difficult.”

“I’m sorry, love.” The pet named warmed your heart and body even more. Tom wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer to him. “I wish I can help you out somehow.”

“It’s alright. Getting out tonight helped me get into a good headspace,” you said.

“Glad to hear it.” You arrived at your Airbnb and Tom walked you to the front door. “I had a great time tonight, Y/N.”

You smiled, the first genuine smile that you’ve had in a while. “Me too, Tom.” You opened your door to enter.

“Wait.” Tom stopped you. “Let me get your number.”

“Sure.”

***

Two weeks had passed since you arrived in London and you and Tom have been texting back and forth. He had even taken you on a tour of London. He took you to all of the hot spots. Occasionally, Tom, Harrison, and Harry would come over to your Airbnb to hang out with you, Sarah, and Natalie. You were developing friendships with everyone, but you felt a bit stronger about Tom. He was charming, kind, and really funny. You enjoyed his company and you finally got the chance to start writing for your upcoming album. You realized that you didn’t want to write about your breakup with your ex, but instead write about your crush on the brown-haired London boy.

“How is the album coming along?” Cassandra asked you on the phone.

“Pretty good. I have a killer single coming your way and many other songs too.”

“Remember, we need to start recording at the end of July.”

“You got it.”

“You sound happy,” she commented. She was right. You were happy and finally completely over your ex. “It’s a good look on you.”

“Thanks.”

“What are you writing about?”

“Oh, you know… London, pubs, boys,” you trailed off.

***

Harrison was busy planning his upcoming date with your sister, Sarah. They hit it off extremely well at the opening of Cheer Beers. They got each other’s numbers and planned to go on a date. To be honest, Harrison was stressed out. He scored a date with Sarah L/N, which ultimately shocked him. So, he decided to go to his best mate for some advice.

Tom was sitting in his living room and Harrison entered with two dress shirts in hand. One of them was a white button-down and the other one navy. “Which shirt should I wear on my date with Sarah?”

“Black slacks, right?” Tom asked.

“Yeah, and a black leather jacket.”

“Go with white,” Tom suggested.

“Thanks, mate. Another question,” Harrison proposed. It felt natural for Harrison to ask Tom about his lady troubles, even though Tom had been single for a while.

Tom nodded his head to urge Harrison to continue.

“What if I fuck this up?” He asked nervously. “I really like Sarah.”

Tom got up from the couch to come closer to Harrison and put his hand on his shoulder. “You’ll be fine, mate. Just be yourself. She’ll fancy you, I promise.”

“How are you so good at giving me advice but you can’t get a girlfriend?”

Tom mocked being bothered. “Rude,” he scoffed.

“What are you waiting for?”

“If I say the perfect girl, will you slap me?” Tom joked.

“Yes, yes I will,” Harrison laughed as he replied. “I think that you already found the perfect girl at Cheer Beers.”

“We’re still getting to know each other. Why must we move so fast?” Tom wondered. He wanted to take things slow. His life had always moved fast and he wanted something to move at his pace, for once. Too many relationships have moved too fast and he ended up hurt.

“Because she’s only here for so long and I have a feeling that she likes you,” Harrison reasoned. Tom was starting to feel the same way about you too.

“Fine. While you go on your date with Sarah tonight, I’ll see if Y/N wants to hang out.” He picked up his phone from the coffee table and texted you asking if you wanted to come over. You replied saying yes and he smiled. “We’re hanging out.”

“Great. Don’t forget to use protection,” Harrison said as he ran away to go get dressed for his date.

“Fuck off, you div!”

***

Tom went to the grocery store to pick up some snacks and beers before you came over to his flat. He tidied up the living room once he got home and made sure to fluff the pillow to make them look nicer. Even though you and Tom were only friends, he couldn’t help but make sure that everything looked perfect for you.

You arrived 30 minutes later. You wore sweatpants and a sweatshirt, along with your slides. Your hair was out of your face and Tom thought that you looked stunning. “Hey.”

“Hi,” Tom blushed. “Nice sweatshirt.” Your sweatshirt was light blue and it had butterflies on it. Tom realized that he loved that color on you.

He led you to the couch and he sat beside you. “So what did you do today?” You asked.

“I worked on a script that I’m writing and then I helped Harrison get ready for his date with your sister. What about you, love?” The pet name made your heart flutter. Tom was definitely charming.

“I worked on some songs for the album,” you answered proudly.

“Care to share?”

“Willing to share what the script’s about?” You asked back, already knowing the answer.

“I’m legally not allowed to share, so no. I’m sorry, darling.”

“Then my answer is the same.”

“Well played, pretty girl,” he flirted. “Wanna watch a movie?”

“Sure, what do you have in mind?”

“Avengers: Age of Ultron?”

“Yes, it’s one of my favorite Marvel movies!” You exclaimed. “I have a feeling that you knew that already.”

Tom smiled at you as he picked up the remote from the coffee table and turned on the television. “I may have, but only because Haz told me. Don’t worry, though. It’s one of my favorites too.”

Tom found the movie and before he hit play he got up from the couch. “May I offer you some popcorn before we start the movie? I have beer as well.”

“Yes to both, please.” Tom went to the kitchen to pop the popcorn and grab some beers. He came back around five minutes later with everything.

“Here you go,” he said as he handed you a bottle of beer. “I know it’s not a martini.”

“It’ll have to do,” you teased. You pat the seat beside you to urge Tom over. “Now, come sit.”

Tom pressed play and the Marvel introduction appeared on the screen. You moved closer to Tom and he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, just like he did that night at the pub. “Is this ok?” He asked.

“It’s perfect.”

Around an hour into the movie, the popcorn was finished along with your first bottle of beer. Tom’s hand was still resting on your shoulder but now your head was resting on his. “Y/N?” Tom called out.

“Yeah?” You asked as you moved your head away from him so you could look at him.

“Can I be honest with you about something?” You nodded so he would continue. “I really want to kiss you.”

“Can I be honest with you?” You asked while smiling.

“Yeah.”

“I really want you to kiss me,” you said as you leaned in. He pressed his lips against yours in a soft first kiss. You kissed back almost immediately. After a couple of seconds, you pulled away from him.

“Wow,” he said.

“Ditto,” you said and then pulled him back towards you. You kissed him again and you knew that from now on, you couldn’t get enough of him.

***

Tom and you didn’t finish the movie the other night. After your many makeout sessions with him, you decided to go home, and you promised him that the two of you would get together again soon. You went home with the biggest smile on your face. Since your kiss, you and Tom have not talked about the status of your relationship. As of right now, you were just friends who have kissed before. No biggie.

It was now the 28th of May and you were sitting on a park bench having coffee with Harrison. It would be Tom’s 25th birthday in four days and the two of you were attempting to plan the perfect party for him.

“You’ll get the decorations, Sam will cook a few dishes, and I’ll provide booze,” Harrison said, listing things off. “We’ll host it at my new flat and I already called everyone.”

“Sounds great, Haz. I just hope he has a great time.”

“I’m sure he will,” he said as he winked at you, indicating something.

“What is that supposed to mean?” You asked, referring to his wink.

“I know that something happened between the two of you last week. Tom hasn’t stopped smiling since the two of you started hanging out. I’m sure he’ll be happy to know that you planned a party for him.”

“We all are planning it,” you corrected him.

“Yeah, but it’s not like he fancies me,” Harrison laughed.

You rolled your eyes at the blonde-haired boy in front of you. “Whatever.” You got up from the park bench and began walking towards his car. “Come on, Harrison. We need to go to the market.”

***

It was the 1st of June; Tom’s birthday. You woke up early to make sure that everything was ready to go for the party tonight. Harrison and Tom’s brothers planned a golf trip with Tom while you set up Harrison’s flat. You brought Sarah and Natalie along with you to help.

“Move that banner a little more to the right,” you told Sarah. She moved it as you requested. The banner said, Happy 25th birthday, Tom! in light blue glitter. “Looks great. Thanks, sis.”

You blew up balloons, set up tables for the food and drinks, got streamers and ribbons, and finally assembled the cupcake tower with the cupcakes you and Natalie baked the night before.

“Red velvet. Nice choice,” Sarah said as she took a look at the cupcakes on display.

“They’re Tom’s favorite,” you pointed out.

“Seems like you know a lot about him.”

“Well, he is my friend.”

Natalie laughed at your response to your sister’s comment. “Is that all he is?” She asked.

“For now.” You pulled out your phone from your pocket to check the time. It was the early afternoon and the party would start in a few hours. “We better get going to get ready. Sam will bring the food and set it up within the hour.”

Before you got into the car, you texted Tom to wish him a happy birthday and he responded with a heart emoji. You smiled to yourself and then got into the car to drive to your Airbnb.

The three of you washed up and got dressed for Tom’s party. You decided on wearing a light blue sundress with daisies on it. You matched it with white wedges and you did your hair to your liking. Once you were all ready you drove to Harrison’s. When you got there, Harrison, Sam, Tuwaine, and a few other friends of Tom’s were already there.

“Harry is bringing Tom in around 15 minutes,” Harrison told you.

“Ok. Everything seems to be going pretty smoothly.”

“We make a pretty great team,” Harrison said in appreciation for all of the work to make Tom’s party happen.

“Tell that to Sarah over there,” you teased him. His date with your sister went well from what she told you, but because of Harrison’s nervousness, they haven’t talked much since. “She’s been dying to hang out with you.”

“Are you just saying that so you can have Tom all to yourself when he gets here?” He tried to joke.

“No,” you said seriously. “Go talk to her, Haz.” You pushed him lightly in her direction to encourage him to go talk to her.

“I see Harry’s car pulling up!” Sam said a few minutes later. “Everyone get ready.”

Harry used Harrison’s spare key to get into his flat and once both of them entered you all yelled, “Surprise!”

“Thanks, guys!” Tom said in shock. Tom made his rounds to greet everyone to say thank you. You waited patiently in the kitchen for the birthday boy. He finally approached you after a few minutes. “Hey, love.”

“Happy birthday,” you said as you pulled him in for a hug. “You look very handsome.”

He pulled away to look at you. “Thank you, but you’re absolutely stunning.”

You leaned in to kiss his cheek and then said, “Thanks, Tom.”

“I should be thanking you,” he said and then grabbed your hands to intertwine your fingers together.

“For what?”

“Harrison told me that you helped him plan all of this, so thank you.”

“It’s my pleasure,” you said genuinely. “You like it?”

“I love it. He looked over to the counter and saw the cupcakes. “Is that a cupcake tower?”

“A red velvet cupcake tower,” you confirmed. “I baked them.”

“You’re a goddess.” He kissed your lips for half a second and then grabbed a cupcake from one of the tiers. He unwrapped the cupcake and then took a bite. He hummed in delight.

“I’m taking that you like them,” you giggled at the man in front of you. He could seriously make anything look cute.

“They’re heaven,” he moaned. Tom dipped his finger in the frosting and swiped your nose with it. You looked at him in shock. “Aw, you look so adorable,” he said.

You laughed at his antics. “Glad you think so, babe.”

Tom’s lit up at the pet name. “Babe? Hmmm.”

“Yeah, babe.” You took some frosting from what was remaining of his cupcake and placed some on his nose to match you. “You look very cute with frosting on your nose, babe.”

Tom grabbed a napkin from the counter and cleaned the frosting off the both of you. “We’re both very cute.”

“Ok, lovebirds,” Sam called out for the two of you. “Let’s get this party started!”

“Before we go out there, I have something to ask you,” Tom said.

“And what may that be?”

“Will you go out on a date with me?” He asked nervously. You felt your heart skip a beat and you could’ve sworn that you felt Tom’s heart beating rapidly from how close you were standing to him.

“I would love to, Tom,” you said and then kissed him to confirm that you really wanted to.

***

The rest of the night went well and Tom enjoyed his time with his friends. You, Sarah, and Natalie crashed at Harrison’s place along with Tom and Harry. The party ended late and the five of you were too tired to drive home, so Harrison offered to let you all stay there.

You woke up early and made your way downstairs to heat the kettle for tea. As you were waiting, you heard footsteps, and soon enough a pair of arms wrapped around you. “Good morning, beautiful,” Tom said and then kissed your clothed shoulder.

“Morning.” You turned around so you could face him. “How did you sleep?”

“Not so well,” Tom said as he stretched out his arms. “Harrison’s a kicker.”

“Poor baby,” you teased, and then Tom pouted. “Quit pouting, Tommy. I know you’re faking it.”

“Fine,” Tom mumbled.

You turned to the stove and saw that the kettle was ready. “Want tea?”

“Please. A splash of milk and a spoonful of sugar, if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all,” you said as you poured him a cup. “So where are we going on our first date?”

“That’s a surprise, darling.”

***

A week after Tom’s birthday, Tom texted you asking if you were available to go on your first date. You had been working on the album the entire morning so you thought it’d be nice to go out with Tom. You replied yes and he told you to be ready within the hour. Tom knocked on your door around an hour later, with a bouquet in his hand. “These are for you, love,” he said with a smile as he handed them to you.

“Thank you, Tom,” you said and then sniffed the flowers. “Come in while I put these in some water.” Tom entered your Airbnb and you searched for a vase in one of the cabinets. Once you found one, you filled it up with water and put the flowers in. “We should be good to go now.”

Tom held your hand as he led you to the car. He opened the door for you and then got in and started the car. “You ready?”

“Where are we going?” You asked.

“You’ll see in around 15 minutes, angel.” Tom grabbed your hand that was resting in your lap and brought it up to his lips to kiss it. “I don’t think I told you this, but you look ethereal.”

“You’re quite the charmer, Holland.”

“I aim to please,” he joked. “But in all seriousness, you always look gorgeous.”

Tom was by far the kindest man you have ever met in your entire life. You have known him for barely two months but he made you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. You had never felt this way about anyone before.

Tom drove down to a lake. “It’s one of my secret spots,” he told you.

He led you down to the grass near the water and he set up a picnic there for the two of you. “I made sandwiches, cut up some fruit, and some apple cider.”

“It looks good. Thank you, Tom.” He pulled everything out from the picnic basket and handed you one of the sandwiches.

“Anything for you.”

“So this is one of your secret spots, huh?” You asked.

“Mhm,” he mumbled as he took a bite from his sandwich.

“So you bring a lot of girls here?” You teased and you could’ve sworn that you saw Tom almost choke on his sandwich. “Is that why it's so special?”

“Very funny, love,” Tom said. “No, I actually come here alone.”

“I’m guessing because it’s quiet.”

“Yeah, I come here when I need to clear my head.”

You looked around the area and you immediately understood why Tom liked it so much. There was a beautiful, cool breeze and the birds chirping sounded like music to your ears. “It’s beautiful. Thank you for bringing me here.”

“I can drive you here to write songs if you’d like,” Tom offered.

“That would be lovely.”

You and Tom spent a couple of hours at the lake. You talked about anything and everything, and you finally felt yourself get closer to him. You felt him opening up to you too, which you felt good about.

“Would you like to go on a drive with me?” Tom asked once you both packed up the remainder of the picnic.

“Will there be music involved?”

“What would be a nice evening drive without music? C’mon, let’s go.” Tom led you to his car and you began your drive. The sun was setting and it was beautiful. “It’s wonderful outside, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it is,” you said.

“I had a great time with you, Y/N.”

“Me too.”

*** Once Tom dropped you off, you began writing another song. His date left you inspired and you were starting to like him more and more. Each time you saw him your feelings for him grew. He inspired you to write your song, London Boy.

Tom wanted a second date. He felt so good leaving the first one and knew that he wanted to pursue a relationship with you. He knew that it would be hard but relationships won’t always be easy. He decided to call you the next to ask when he could see you again.

“Tom, we just went out,” you teased.

“I know, Y/N, but I like you. A lot.” You thought that it was cute how Tom was eager for a second date. You were excited too.

“I like you, too. I would love to see you again, too,” you said.

“Coffee? I don’t drink it but I know how much you like it,” Tom offered.

“How about tea? Know any good spots for a cup of tea and maybe breakfast?”

“I know just the place. See you soon, Y/N.”

***

Many amazing dates with Tom and a bunch of fun days in London later and you know that you’re ready to start recording your next album. People had their assumptions about you and Tom. Rumors had gone around but Tom and you didn’t address them.

London inspired so much of your album that you decided to record there. The rest of your team flew out and you began recording.

You called Tom asking him to come to the studio. “I’m recording one of my favorite songs today. I would love for you to come if you’re free.” You were recording London Boy today and you wanted Tom to hear it since he hadn’t before. It would also be a good way to officially tell Tom that you’re falling in love with him.

“I would love to come. Send me the address.”

“You got it. See you in 20.”

You sent Tom the address of the studio and he was there within 15 minutes. You greeted him at the front. “Hey, babe.”

He kissed you on the cheek and then asked, “Are you excited for today?”

“Very. I’m excited for you to hear the song,” you said as you led him into the studio. You introduced him to Cassandra and the rest of your team.

“Y/N, get your pretty ass in the booth,” Cassandra said. You walked into the recording booth and put on your headphones. “Let’s do this.”

“Tom, sit up in front,” you said and then he took a seat beside Cassandra. “This one is called London Boy.”

The upbeat music came on and you knew that you were skipping the intro for now so you went in with the first verse.

I love my hometown as much as Motown, I love SoCal And you know I love Springsteen, faded blue jeans, Tennessee whiskey But something happened, I heard him laughing I saw the dimples first and then I heard the accent They say home is where the heart is But that's not where mine lives

You heard Cassandra tell you to stop so they could play it back. You saw Tom smiling at you as you were singing and you took that as a good sign that he was enjoying it.

“Now for the chorus.”

You know I love a London boy I enjoy walking Camden Market in the afternoon He likes my American smile, like a child when our eyes meet Darling, I fancy you Took me back to Highgate, met all of his best mates So I guess all the rumors are true You know I love a London boy Boy, I fancy you (Ooh)

You ended up finishing the recording of the song in an hour. You left the booth for your break and you first greeted Tom. “What did you think of it?”

“I love you, too,” he said. You leaned up to him and kissed him with every fiber of your being.

“That’s good because many of these songs are about you.”

“And I can’t wait to hear them all,” he said and then smiled.

“I can’t believe how I’ve only been here for three months and I already feel this way,” you said honestly. You have never fallen so fast for anyone, but it feels right with Tom. Everything feels right with him.

“Well, believe it because it’s real,” Tom confirmed. “Be mine, Y/N?”

“I thought you’d never ask, lover.”

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