#time to cry this weekend lads

[very-lost-hobbit]

Some of you have never hopped in the ancient truck that used to be your Grandpa's and accidentally ripped it way too fast down an old dirt road he used to drive every day and wound up rocked with melancholic grief so heavy it aches in your chest for at least an hour after and it shows tbh

[cutielando]

old money aesthetic | g.r.

social media au

synopsis: in which they scream old-money couple

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[dont-offend-the-bees]

We Glimpse Each Other Out of Phase

Hello lovelies; rough weekend, huh? I've had this one roughly drafted for a couple of weeks and was planning to keep it in my back pocket as a Deadboyween prompt fill. However, given the cancellation news, I think maybe we could all use a little gentle melancholy comfort right now. So I cleaned it up a bit, and I hope you will take this little snippet as the warm hug it is intended as 💛 So this technically follows on from/is set in the same universe as my Painland Week fic Something I Can Turn To. A fic which I basically intended to leave as a one shot, but I got quite invested in the universe and have been absolutely blown away by the response to it. So it became a collection which now features, as well as my own fic, two wonderful fics by williamvapespeare and one by Ingi, and I would heartily recommend you check them out if you enjoy this story or my original one! That being said, you probably CAN read this without having read the first story, I just wouldn't personally recommend it, you'll be missing a lot of context and backstory! 3.7k, rated T, also available on Ao3 (registered users only!) Part One (Something I Can Turn To) on tumblr

Charles may have had a bit of a rough go of it growing up, but there'd been quiet moments, too. Most of 'em in a rickety old attic, with the only lad in the entire world he could trust with just about anything.

But there were peaceful times at home, too. Safe ones. Mostly at night. Long as he was quiet, didn't cry too loud or stomp about, he could get through eight-ish hours unbothered. Sure, sometimes he had to pace around the room a bit, silent on sock feet just to shake out the excess energy that wouldn't let him sleep but honestly? He bloody loved sleeping. Couldn't get enough of it. Long as he didn't make a fuss, didn't draw attention, he could sink into his bed in the cellar room and just sort of... bob out of his life for a bit. Like a smoke break, but better for his health. If he was dead lucky, he'd even stumble into Edwin's arms in his dreams; pass the time there 'til morning, when it all kicked off again.

So it wasn't easy, getting used to night shifts. It was a fair trade-off for all the other freedom in his life lately but bloody hell, did it sting a bit, losing that time. That dark, quiet nothing where he could be nothing, too, just for a bit. There was almost something sacred about it. Something he hadn’t known was important to him ‘til it was gone.

At least the night shift was pretty quiet, usually. Most of the people who needed to use a gym at two in the morning weren't exactly there to socialise. Charles' job pretty much amounted to half-dozing at reception and handing someone a towel now and then. He'd not had many nutjobs to deal with or fires to put out.

Then again, maybe a good disaster was what he needed just to stay awake. Christ, he was shattered. Took him a good few tries to get the key in the lock when he finally staggered home.

Charles was sad — but not surprised — to find the kitchen light on when he fell through the door.

He rolled his eyes. "Honey," he called, jokingly, the endearment all funny and wrong on his tongue. He'd call Edwin a lot of things — mate, love, best friend, fucking soulmate — but honey? Mingin'. "I'm home."

Edwin's reply was half a second too slow — textbook Edwin guilt response. Like when your cat didn't jump off the counter fast enough to pretend it hadn't been there in the first place. "Good evening, Charles."

"Good morning, more like," said Charles, drawing the bolts — all three of them — across and dropping his bag in a sloppy heap by the door. His coat came next, then each shoe, leaving a trail behind him as he stumbled towards the voice. The hallway felt too short and dark to be called a hallway, really. Looked more like a cupboard where someone had shoved a load of loose doors they had lying around. There was one to the kitchen, one to the bathroom, one to the bedroom that was basically also their living room. Plus a bunch of other weird little cupboard doors and hatches and grates and things, none of which led to anything you’d logically expect them to. It was a shambles, really. A 'paint it magnolia and fob it off on the students' sort of ruin. But it was home. Even bone-tired, he still found the energy to lock gaze with the weird eye-motif lamp Edwin had picked up somewhere and put on one of the non-shelves, and give it his customary wink. Felt wrong not to. Unlucky, somehow.

A fanlike halo of yellow light spread across the hallway carpet as he pushed open the kitchen door. He found more or less what he'd expected to find behind it. Edwin: sat prim and proper at the scuffed-up little table, surrounded by books and doing a bang-up impression of someone with no bloody idea what time it was. His chin, tucked elegantly behind his curled knuckles in that little thoughtful pose of his, lifted at the sound of the door. His eyes found Charles and narrowed, just a little, sketching a pleased little crinkle or two at the corners.

"Charles," he greeted once again, voice softer this time. "How was your shift?"

Edwin hadn't had those laugh lines when Charles had met him. Seeing as he was twelve, and not exactly full of reasons to smile. Charles wasn't gonna take full credit for them, or anything, but... well, not many other people putting in the legwork, were there?

He dragged in a breath and let it out again, sharply, puffing it out in a raspberry. "Same old."

Charles crossed the kitchen in about three steps (it wasn't a big kitchen), clocking Edwin's book of choice on the way. Some textbook with a long-winded title that basically translated to lawyer gubbins. He put a hand on Edwin's shoulder — and Edwin tilted his head easily, offering his cheek for a kiss. Charles grinned and pressed one to the tail end of one of those little lines.

"Burning the midnight oil?" asked Charles, nicking one of Edwin's favourite expressions. He always seemed to pick up the ones that made him sound about a hundred years old.

Edwin hummed, carefully noncommittal. "I must have lost track of time."

"Could've counted these, for a start," said Charles, tapping the little saucer on the table. It was piled high with used teabags, like some damp and deranged game of Jenga. "Might've given you a clue."

"I've been rather busy," Edwin sniffed, turning the page in his book. "Lots of swotting to be done before my lecture on Monday."

"Right, that's what this is, is it?"

"What else would it be?"

Charles reached out, pinched the book Edwin was reading at the centre, and slid it out of the bigger, decoy book he was holding with its cover facing out. "Oldest trick in the book, mate. Literally," he grinned. He lifted Edwin's secret reading into his arms, having a flip through. "Y'know, most people only pull that move when they've got dirty mags to hide.”

Edwin cleared his throat. Even in the dim light of the table lamp, Charles clocked the embarrassed flush on his cheeks. "Well," he said, setting the law textbook he absolutely wasn't reading on the table. "It does get rather draining, this intensive focus on one subject. I felt the need for a brief diversion."

Charles closed the secret book, glancing at the cover. "Anthropology, again. Like that one, don't you?"

"Hm. There's much to explore; it encompasses a rather broad area of study." Edwin took it back and slid it, sheepishly, behind the pile of other law volumes stacked at his elbow. "It's a fascinating subject."

"Should've applied for it," said Charles, gentle. He rubbed Edwin's shoulder absently — getting a little more intent when he felt Edwin melt a bit, his knotted muscles loosening under Charles' digging thumb. "Or any of the other five million bloody things you're interested in. Y'know, 'stead of the one thing you're not."

"I am interested in it!" Edwin blustered.

Charles raised an eyebrow at him.

Edwin sighed. "I am," he said, bit quieter. "It's just not all I'd like to be doing. But it was the right choice, of that I'm quite certain."

Charles sighed and stepped around him, coming to lean on the table, arms crossed. Their eyes met across the short distance. "Look. If you say it's alright, it's alright. I'll believe you, mate, honest I will."

He nudged Edwin's toe with his own, sock to holey sock. "But, y'know. Not for nothing, but at school you was always going on about all that stuff you wanted to do. Bloody... archaeology in Peru, and whatever else. Just don't see how a law degree gets you there, is all."

Edwin leaned back in his chair a bit, steepling his fingers. "Well, no. No, it doesn't get me to Peru; or Pompeii, or Patagonia —"

"Or anywhere beginning with a 'p'," Charles teased.

Edwin's lips twitched up in a little smile. "But it will get us somewhere. A great many somewheres, I imagine. As degrees go, it opens rather a lot of doors."

Charles cocked his head, squinting fondly. "'Us'?"

"Obviously, Charles," said Edwin, with a dismissive wave of his hand. Like a reality where he didn't bring Charles wherever he went wasn't worth considering.

Charles grinned, ducking his head.

"I'm sure you'll chastise me for my cynicism," Edwin continued, oblivious to Charles and his soppy moment. "But... Well, given the somewhat rocky beginnings you and I have encountered in life, I thought it best to..."

"What? Play it safe?"

"Yes," said Edwin. Firm, unapologetic. "Exactly. Because I would very much like for both of us to be safe in life, Charles."

"We are! Well," Charles shrugged, scratching at his nose with a wince. Still ached a bit sometimes, all told, even though the break was years ago. "We are now."

"And I would like for it to stay that way."

"It will!" Charles half-perched on the table, and nudged Edwin's leg with his big toe. "I'll look after us, won't I?"

Edwin looked up at him, and his eyes softened. Fuck, but he had the kindest bloody eyes — least when he turned them on Charles he did. His hand landed on Charles' knee, gentle as you like; rubbing small circles with his thumb like Charles had done on his shoulders.

"You've done more than enough already, Charles," he said, looking him dead in the eye; not letting him hide for anything. "It's only fair I look after you, too, now and again. Especially when it's within my power to do so."

Charles laughed, a thin, hitching sort of thing. His eyes felt all prickly. Fuck, he couldn't go crying on him, now — his eyeliner'd smudge everywhere, it'd be so obvious.

"Look after me," he mimicked, catching Edwin's hand in his, stealing it all for himself. "You gimme a bloody reason to wake up in the morning, mate. What else d'you need?"

Edwin opened his mouth, brows going all scrunched up like they did at the start of a concerned lecture. Charles ducked in and shushed him quicksharp with a kiss.

"Not saying I'm about to, like, off myself if you chuck me, or anything," he laughed against his lips, fondness glowing in the grate of his ribs like smouldering coals. He chased the kiss with a smaller one, to the corner of Edwin's mouth; the scratchy dusting of his five o'clock shadow. "I'd just wallow about being proper depressed, so. Don't chuck me, please?"

Maybe he was clinging a little too hard for his tone of voice. Maybe he was giving it all away in the hands — always such desperate, grasping fucking things. Always his problem, the hands. How they grabbed things, hit things, did things before his brain always had the chance to catch up. How long 'til Edwin got sick of Charles hanging onto him like a life raft, dragging him down with his dead weight? How long 'til the bones in Edwin's hands started to creak from being clutched too tight?

But Edwin just scoffed, quietly — completely failing to hide that little spark of humour in his eyes. "I hardly think that's a possibility, Charles," he said, lifting his other hand to pat the back of Charles'. His soft fingertips kissed feather-light against Charles' grazed, calloused knuckles. "Honestly,” he sighed, dramatically. “Here I sit, talking about the devastatingly boring career I'm attempting to get off the ground in order to keep you in the manner to which you've become accustomed, and you think I'm about to chuck you."

He shook his head, crow’s feet crinkling and bloody hell. Charles loved him so much it felt overwhelming, sometimes. Like he needed a whole extra heart in his chest just to store it all.

Charles kissed Edwin's hand and flopped, happily, onto his lap, grinning at the mild ‘oof’ it shoved out of him. Grinning even wider when Edwin's other arm wrapped around Charles’ waist without a second thought. Edwin was a bit picky about personal space, for good reason — not with Charles, though. Charles had a standing invitation and he put it to bloody good use.

"Bet you could make a weird job work for you too, y'know," said Charles, dropping his next peck to Edwin's forehead as he sank into his lap. His head felt heavier already; only thing keeping him going was the effort of holding himself upright. Draped over Edwin like a blanket, he could've just dozed off right then and there. But the kitchen chair was creaking threateningly, so. Probably a bad idea. "I know the weird stuff's usually more competitive and that, but you're that smart. You'd run rings round the others, mate, get ahead of the game."

He flung his arms round Edwin's shoulders, scratched at the back of his head, the hair at his nape. It was a little longer than Edwin liked it. He needed a trim. So did Charles, really; his racing stripes had grown out and he kept having to blow stray curls out of his eyes. But they were saving their pennies any way they could. "You could go do something interesting, something a bit barmy," said Charles. "Something with a bit of adventure, yeah? Or at least where you get to have your nose in interesting books all day. You'd love that."

Edwin sighed, resting his cheek against Charles' shoulder as his eyes drifted shut. "That does sound compelling. But I've rather made my bed, Charles; I’ve no money coming in at all if I don’t study for it. And it is interesting, in moderation. Besides, it..."

"What?"

"It seems... like a decent thing to do." The warm weight of Edwin's arm squeezed Charles' waist. "Something I could do a modicum of good with."

Charles heard a rustle, and glanced over his shoulder. Edwin's other hand was flicking through the law book on the table, clever fingers finding the module he wanted without even checking the contents. Charles had to squint at it a moment, his exhausted eyes skittering off the page. He thought he saw 'human' and 'rights' in that word soup of a title.

He softened. "Eds..."

"I merely thought..." Edwin made a little noise of frustration in his throat, angling his face further into Charles. Speaking so soft it almost got lost in his skin, words lodging small and timid in his bones. "So many years, Charles. Trapped at the mercy of other people, no one caring if we lived or died, I... I could do something about it. Learn the right words to say, the right arguments, the right resources. So no one else need..."

Sometimes it fucking killed Charles, that there were people out there who thought Edwin was some... some selfish, spoiled rich toff with no feelings. As if he wasn't the kindest bloody person in the world; as if he hadn't had to carve that kindness out himself with his bare, bleeding hands.

Edwin sniffed. “It was just an idea,” he mumbled. “A silly idea.”

Charles shook his head, stroked Edwin's hair. "S'not a silly idea, love. Not silly at all."

Edwin never struggled to find his words like this — and he definitely didn’t mumble them. Words were his weapons, and he could go toe-to-toe with the best of 'em, talk bloody circles 'round his opponents.

Charles looked from him to the stack of books, the tower of teabags. The plastic clock on the wall, its hands marching on into the morning.

"Aw, mate," he said, rubbing the back of Edwin's neck — and dropping a kiss to the top of his head. "You're dead on your feet, in’t you?"

"I'm perfectly fine," Edwin grumbled. "And I've tests to study for —"

"Tests in subjects you're not bloody taking? Yeah, right." Charles bit his lip, cuddling Edwin's head against his chest. "Can't sleep, can you?"

Edwin was quiet a moment, breathing nice and steady into Charles' throat.

"It's still... difficult," he said.

Three door bolts and four hundred miles was a start, but bad memories had a way of following you about. Charles closed his eyes and breathed in, nice and slow; hoping Edwin could feel it in his chest, find a nice rhythm in his rising ribs.

"Edwin," he said, nuzzling into his hair. "On my life, mate — one of these days, you and me are gonna be so bloody set you'll be able to do whatever you want. Go back to uni fifty times, hundred times, don't care. Study for the rest of your life, if you want.” He tapped Edwin’s temple. “Cram everything that's ever interested you in that big brain of yours. Promise you."

It shouldn't've felt like taking a bloody knight's oath, whispered words at the kitchen table at stupid o'clock in the morning. But Christ, he'd fought off enough dragons to get ‘em here, hadn’t he?

He felt Edwin's smile against his skin, followed by the little dry brush of his kiss. "You could, too. If you liked," he said. "Get your A-levels, apply for university..."

Charles laughed, shaking his head. "Not sure I could keep up."

"Charles," Edwin admonished, in that stern teacher voice that was cuter (and fitter) than it had any right to be. "You're exceptionally bright."

"Ah, come on, mate," Charles mumbled, squirming. Edwin's arm round his waist locked as if it could sense an escape attempt incoming.

"You are. I remember your grades, before... well. Everything that occurred." He smoothed down the collar of Charles' fuck-ugly work shirt. "It's hardly your fault your final years went awry as they did. You could go back, take some courses at the local college. Try again."

"Right, sure."

Edwin huffed, frustrated. "I'm being quite serious, in the event that wasn't obvious."

"When aren't you?" Charles chuckled. He stared at the wall, at the stupid fucking boyband calendar their kooky upstairs neighbour gave Edwin for Christmas. Most of the writing on it was Edwin's, neat and tiny, scheduling tests and lectures and study blocks. Most of Charles' additions were just the word 'WORK', scribbled in on scattered days — more so Edwin knew when he was coming and going, rather than for his own benefit. Always different days, different times. Shift work; no chance to form a routine. He was never great at that, anyway.

"Not even sure what I'd do," he mumbled.

Edwin's palm on Charles' waist rubbed, soothing, grounding. "You never had something you wanted to study?" he asked. "Something you wanted to go into?"

"I..." His brow furrowed. It was so hard to think, sometimes. About times before now. Like all those bloody miserable years just blended into this mush of dread and misery. "I dunno what I wanted," he admitted. "Couldn't... couldn't think that far ahead, could I? I just wanted my mum to be alright. Wanted my dad to think I was worth something. Wanted not to hurt anymore."

He sniffed, and laughed, a watery sort of sound. His arm around Edwin's shoulders squeezed.

"Only thing I ever wanted and got back then was you," he said, flippant, like it didn't really matter. 'Cause it didn't really, did it? Wasn't some big confession or anything. Some deep, dark secret. Edwin knew. They both knew.

But Edwin breathed in sharply, a little ragged round the edges, so maybe he needed reminding now and again. "Charles..."

"Fuck," Charles chuckled, releasing Edwin so he could lean back and rub his eyes — so Edwin wouldn’t have his ear to Charles’ heart when it started beating too fast. "I'm shattered, mate. Dunno what I'm even saying anymore, do I?"

Maybe one of these days, he’d stop being too scared of the fucking size of his own feelings to sit with them a moment.

Maybe they both would.

Edwin sighed, pulling his hand from Charles' waist to pinch at the bridge of his own nose. "I suppose it has gotten rather late." He glanced at the clock, and winced. "Early. You should go and sleep. I'm sure you've had a long day."

Charles hummed, leaving his nice warm spot in Edwin's lap — but his hands didn't leave his shoulders. "C'mon, then," he mumbled, giving them a squeeze. "Bed."

"Better to go without me. I shan't sleep tonight."

"Didn't say anything about sleeping, now, did I?"

Edwin raised his eyebrow.

Charles' brain caught up to his mouth, and he laughed. "Ah — love to, darlin', but. Yeah, seriously, I'm fucking knackered. I meant, like — let's just have a bit of a cuddle, yeah?" He tugged at Edwin's collar where it poked out of his nice green jumper. It was a little crooked — Edwin must've really got into a study groove and unfastened a button or two. Fit as. "I proper fancy a cuddle."

"I'll be restless," said Edwin, all apologetic. "I'll only keep you awake."

Charles hummed, picking up the anthropology textbook and holding it out.

"Keep on reading, then," he said, giving Edwin the big, hopeful eyes he bloody knew he could never say no to. "Just... come read to me instead, yeah?"

Edwin had another dramatic sigh, like it was all such a big ask. He ought to tell that to his fucking smile lines. He took the book — and Charles' hand. "Well. I suppose I can manage that."

~

Charles didn't know how long Edwin stayed awake, in the end. Could've been hours for all he knew, he'd have had no idea — Charles had been asleep in bloody seconds. Head pillowed on Edwin's shoulder, that gorgeous voice rattling off dry old text blocks and making them sound like spoken-word lullabies... how could he resist?

All he knew was when he woke up, it was eleven in the morning, the sun was slanting through the crooked blinds; and Edwin was snoring softly underneath him. His hair a mess, his textbook open on his chest. His arm a slack, warm weight around Charles' shoulders.

Charles smiled, rubbed his dry eyes — forgot to scrub off his eyeliner before he konked out, again. Classic — and settled back in, nestling safe and sound into the the crook of Edwin's arm. Fuck it. It was Saturday. He'd asked Crystal to pick up his shift today, anyway, so him and Edwin could get a little quality time in.

If all they did with that time was sleep, well. Time well spent, innit? It wasn't like a smoke break from life when he did it with Edwin, anyway.

More like... stepping back to enjoy the view.

~~

Thanks for reading my loves, I hope it soothed the ache somewhat 💛 This has been a strange little one because I've essentially had to take something I very much wrote as a one-shot, and build onto what I established. When I wrote that first one-shot I didn't even have a clear idea in my mind for what Edwin was studying or anything! So things will likely change and grow and develop and who knows where we'll end up, but it's nice to see the lads figuring it out alongside me ^_^ Thanks for reading guys! It's been a bit of a long silence from me since Painland Week ended but I promise I'm working on stuff, including the next chapter of Lonely Bones! Regardless of what has happened to the show or whether it gets picked up or not, my plan is to keep writing and creating for it for as long as it sparks joy to do so - and seeing as I've made some amazing friends in this fandom, I think I'm gonna be here a while! I sure hope you guys are, too 💛 (p.s. if you are over 18, trustworthy with semi-secret identities, and like weird rarepair smut, feel free to DM me for my side Ao3 that I'm sure will be getting some action over the next few months xD)

[arcadia-of-pluto]

Twist of Fate; Chapter Twelve

Pairings; LADS OT4 x reader

Word count; 3,534

Themes; isekai, eventual smut

Rating; 18+ for mature content and swearing

Notes; Second update! ✨️ I honestly want to hurry to the good part, but I need to slow down my uploading. I can't wait for yall to get to the best part. I can't say much about it, but I'm so excited for it. It's only a few chapters away though, so you might get to see it next weekend!

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Dim neon light seeps in through the cracks in the windows, illuminating the cold rain from outside. The darkness is eerily still. The only chance to catch a glimpse of anything was whenever lightning lit up the night sky. You hold your breath and grip your gun more tightly. You had to remind yourself to stay calm. It’s not the first time you’ve had to fight in the dark before, but at least there was more light then. You hear heavy footsteps as something approaches, it sounds like a monster trampling on the ground. “You’re breathing too loudly.” You hear Sylus chastise you from the communicator in your ear. “So…you’re in the comms channel?” You ask, sounding genuinely surprised. “I didn’t turn off the lights to force you into combat, you know? We’re stalling for time.” “You really are something. You didn’t retreat and leave me alone here, right? Am I just trying to buy some time for you?” You ask, making sure to slowly step back toward the wall so at least your back wasn’t exposed to any threats.

A crow suddenly caws outside the window. Its loud, unpleasant cry is familiar to you. You hear the flapping of wings and mechanical movements in the darkness, and Sylus laughs disdainfully, “Aim at Mephisto.” You tilt your head to the side, about to connect some dots before you sigh, “Who?” “The crow. He’s trying to help you.” Sylus sounds a bit disappointed that you had to ask such an obvious question, but you just wanted to make sure. You aim your gun at Mephisto’s red eyes and, sure enough, as you fire you hear wanderers dissipate one after the other. It doesn’t…seem like the number of enemies is decreasing.

“Sylus, if they can’t clone themselves like bacteria, they’re usually immortal like you.” You say and the line is silent. You raise a brow and tap your foot. “Uh…Sylus?” There’s still no response. It’s as if the call was suddenly cut off. Did something happen to him or did he just leave you again? You can’t even ponder on any of those thoughts, there’s still figures in the darkness that are heading straight for you. Desperate, you shoot the wine barrels that decorate the ceiling. A cascade of alcohol rains down, covering the wooden floor. Your bullets instantly set them aflame and then you hear the crackling of something burning. Yet the figures don’t cry out. They don’t even stop for a second.

Amidst the blue firelight, you see their faces- under the corroded, crystallized skin, they seem to have human…faces. They resemble humans more than wanderers.

Then, suddenly, the rampaging monsters fall over, curling up into a fetal position. You assume Sylus had something to do with this, though what exactly he did, you had no idea. It seems like they were disconnected from something- or someone. The one closest to you, with a tattoo-like mark on its chest, has been burnt beyond recognition. A viscous mixture of oil and slime leaks from its wounds and onto the wooden floor. This must be the type of blood they have. Their crystalised skin looks like protocores..you’ve seen these before, though you can’t remember from where. Are these things humans or…

The lights switch back on, which surprises you, but you quietly wrap a tissue around one of the small crystals and hide it in your sleeve for later inspection. Then, you rise to your feet and turn to face Sylus, who suddenly reappeared. “Did you finish everything on your end?” You ask with a raised brow, tucking your guns back into their holsters. “Let’s go.” Is all he says. As usual, he’s calm and won’t be telling you what he was up to so you’ll just have to infer that he took care of things on his end. “Thank you for your patronage! Please be careful out there,” Violet says, making sure to make eye contact with you as she speaks, a small smile on her lips. She lifts her hand up to wave before hesitating and, instead, she comes over to you to wrap her arms around you for a hug.

“Oh-” Your arms stay lifted in the air before you let out a small laugh and hug her back, “You be careful too, Violet.” With one hand on your shoulder, she opens your pocket and places a small storage device in it. “You really are a special person, Missy.” She steps away from you only for a small body to run into you. You feel arms wrap around your leg and you look down to see Lily. “Hey there sweetheart,” your lips almost hurt from all the smiling you’ve done today and you ruffle her hair. “Bye bye, Miss Calla.” She murmurs into your shirt and you realize she gave you a nickname from the Calla Lily. A fitting nickname.

Then, you’re on Sylus’ motorcycle. Your arms wrapped around his waist and you’re a bit nervous since it's raining, but you’re confident in Sylus’ driving capabilities. The motorcycle zooms down the road until you both return to Sylus’ base. Though, he leaves you on your own. You sigh, sitting down on one of the chairs in the room you were in earlier. You take your time looking around the room before jumping in surprise as you spot the same black crow from earlier, now perched on the back of one of the chairs. He props himself up on one wing before opening his beak to caw at you. You cock your head to the side before walking over to the crow to pick him up. “Did you break your wing? I guess you’re not bulletproof…” You frown, running your index finger down his head. “Mephisto…That’s your name, right?” You’re not sure why you’re talking to a crow exactly, but he does caw back as if responding to you.

“Hmm…You know, I met a crow named Mephi a little while ago. Does she sound familiar to you?” “Caw…” “Ah, you don’t wanna talk about that? Are you jealous? Anyway, I guess I must’ve hit you on accident?” “Caw!” As if expressing his grievances, the crow screeches. It sounds like a metal spoon is being scraped against a metal bowl. “Don’t tell me you’re upset!” You laugh and the crow caws once more as if upset that you’re laughing. “You’re saying it’s my fault then!?” You shake your head, moving your hand so Mephisto is perched on your fingers, “If I say I’m sorry will that make things better?” The crow keeps cawing as if he’s telling you off. “Look, I said I was sorry!”

“What happened?”

You let out a squeak of surprise, quickly turning around to spot Sylus leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest. A glass of wine held between two fingers as he waltz further into the room, his gaze sweeping across your face until it lands on what’s in your hands. “Coo..” Mephisto does his best to look pitiful in front of his master. “Hey! I didn’t do it on purpose,” You pout at the crow before sighing and looking back at Sylus, “He’s saying his wing is broken and it’s my fault.” “So…you learned how to speak bird in just a few hours?” Sylus raises a brow, taking a sip of his wine. “I’m just…explaining the situation on his behalf,” You clear your throat, turning your head to look away as the white haired man steps closer before he takes the crow from you, your sympathetic gaze following the poor bird.

“Okay, I’ll admit I might’ve accidentally injured your pet. How should I compensate you?” You cross your arms over your chest. “His name is Mephisto. He gets very upset if you call him a pet.” “So his name is Mephisto,” You hit your hand on your fist as if you just got a eureka moment, “Speaking of M names, does the name Mephi ring a bell?” The only hint of an answer you get is Sylus’ eyebrow twitching before he looks at Mephisto’s wing. “Did something strange happen before they attacked?” Sylus asks, running his fingers over the mechanical bird’s wing. You take a deep breath to swallow the tiny flame of anger that licked at your throat, annoyed you can’t get a straight answer out of this man, before crossing your arms over your chest and you look away from him, “You should ask Mephisto what happened. You made him follow me around for observation.” “True.” Sylus retorts and you raise a brow, “Ha– You’re not going to deny it?”

Sylus purposefully leans forward, his eyes shining like rippling, cold liquid and a hint of a smirk ghosts across his lips, “Were you hoping I’d be flustered with how you exposed me?” He hums, before he continues, “We’re in the N109 Zone, sweetie. Whether you’re with me or by yourself, you can’t escape my influence. Please don’t be delusional.” After calling you sweetie, he wants you to not be delusional? That’s a tough thing to ask for. “...I’m not the only one who’s delusional,” You take a step back, feeling the corner of the table pressing into the back of your thigh, “Isn’t a certain someone hoping I dislike him less so I can resonate with him?” Sylus lets out a scoff, putting a hand on your head to mess up your hair before he steps away.

Despite having gone through such a big ordeal and being mocked, Sylus still shows no signs of anger or annoyance. He fiddles with Mephisto’s broken wing, takes a sip of his drink, then places the glass…in your hand.

Why the hell– Your brows furrow and you try to put the glass down somewhere but Sylus suddenly turns around, walking to the other side of the room before calling you over to him. “Hurry up.” “Huh?” You put your free hand on your hip with a scoff escaping from your lips. “Bring me more wine.” Who the hell does he think he is? “Am I a bar or something to you? Or better yet, should I act like a maid?” You set the glass on the table, refusing to bring him anything. “Compared to you, a maid is more obedient.” And with that, he takes off with his long legs. He reaches the elevator in just a few steps before turning his head to see you haven’t caught up with him, so he beckons for you with his hand that’s holding Mephisto. “Alright, alright. I’m coming,” You murmur under your breath. It takes you a bit longer to get to the elevator since you’re shorter than Sylus but once you make it, you both step on the elevator together.

“So…” You tap your fingers against the metal bar in the elevator and glance over at Sylus from the corner of your eye, “Did you have a crow named Mephi or was that just a coincidence?” “Hmm?” The white haired man looks over at you, “I thought you were being hostile with me?” “Just answer me,” You let out an exasperated sigh and Sylus leans back against the elevator wall, “I did. Have a crow named Mephi, that is. Mephisto is named after her.” If memory serves, the employee at the shelter said Mephi was surrendered by Mr S…”So you-” The elevator finally stops at the bottom floor and the doors open. It seems your conversation with Sylus was cut short.

He takes the device that Violet had given you and transfers the data from the device, a hologram of Solon Hotel appears. The other file is a list of the auction’s attendees, it even has your fake identity and name on it. While it’s not complete, it’s enough for you to get a better understanding of the auction. You’d have to thank Violet the next time you see her. “By the way, those guys who tried to capture me back at Elysium…Were they actually traitors who used to work for Onychinus?” You fiddle with a loose string on the sleeve of your borrowed shirt, “They also mentioned a “Mr. Sherman.” Who’s that?” Sylus shakes his head, glancing over at you, “Why are you interested in a dead person?” Next to you, Sylus tosses aside Mephisto’s broken parts and gives you a blank expression. You look right back at him, remembering what the workshop’s owner had said before.

“...Just two explosions- one in the northern suburbs and one in the Bloomshore District. And after doing those shameless things and making a mess, then they want you to be their scapegoat.”

If there’s another faction within Onychinus, then the incident at Grandma’s house could be related to Sherman rather than Sylus. “...They must also be after the aether core in my body, right? In a way, your conflict involves me so I should know stuff like this if I’m working with you…But you left me behind on purpose as bait, didn’t you? So you could clean up?” You turn your body to fully face the man with a raised brow and a hand on your hip, “How am I supposed to trust you enough to work with you after all of that?” As you look over to him, he and Mephisto exchange glances and the crow lets out a defiant wail. “It doesn’t matter how deep your hatred is. You’ve cursed me enough. Get over it,” You lean forward a bit, pointing your finger at the crow, “Besides, I already apologized! It was an accident, I didn’t mean to injure you. Also, you were stalking me earlier so even if I did it on purpose, you deserve it.”

“You can scold me directly, if you want.” Sylus places a hand on Mephisto’s head, setting his screwdriver on the table before he looks over to you. Under the hazy light, he reveals a rather gentle look completely uncharacteristic of him. His deep crimson eyes swimming with an emotion you can’t quite place. You clear your throat, trying to compose yourself since you had, understandably, been unreasonably angry with him.

You were perfect bait for him to clean up his ranks and, even if he didn’t use you as bait, you were going to have to face those people sooner or later. You’d rather sooner than later, if you were honest.

A silence settles between you both and you clear your throat, coughing into your fist as you decide to try and change the topic to lighten up the mood. “So…when we first met, you said we were the same…” You trail off, realizing that if you don’t ask now that he might not have the patience to answer you about it tomorrow, “You…probably have an aether core inside you too, right?” You tap under your right eye, fingers brushing against your old scar.

‘Mine is in my heart and yours is in your eye.” “Sure, think of it like that.” “My aether core doesn’t seem to be any different from a normal protocore though…It’s not very useful, but that’s not the case with yours.” A small pout on your lips, a bit disappointed that your aether core couldn’t do anything cool or help you out with anything.

Sylus stops moving his hands for a moment and looks at you with a blank expression, “It helps me see what people want the most. It exposes the desires that they refuse to admit.” You pause at that chunk of information. A bit worried by what exactly he can see with his eye since you have a few desires of your own that are...embarrassing to admit. The tiniest bit of a blush creeps up your cheeks and you turn your head. Good to note, don’t look Sylus in the eyes anymore starting today. Though your eyes can’t help but be drawn back to his. You’re not sure if you looked out of curiosity or something else, though you flinch as you’re bombarded with the voices again.

“Devour…”

It sounded like your voice, but more distorted. It almost sent shivers up your spine, but you refused to let whatever it was control you anymore. You wince, touching your forehead before you massage your temples, your eyes closing. When you finally open your eyes back up, his face is a breath away. Your eyes widen a bit and you bring your hand up to press down on the area around his right eye. You can’t tell what he’s feeling, his face as blank as ever. His thin eyelashes gently brush against your fingers. Your lips part as you almost get lost in his crimson gaze. The older man doesn’t break eye contact with you, as if he’s looking at something hidden in the depths of your gaze.

Once he finds it, he chuckles, an almost annoyed expression on his face, “Have you gone mad?” You shake your head, blinking a few times before a blush spreads across your cheeks, “I…–” Your breath hitches in your throat as he suddenly moves closer, his eyelashes almost brushing against your cheek. “I’m…sorry. I just wanted to get a closer look at your aether core.” You cleared your throat and you assumed he would push you away, but he doesn’t.

“Do you…like it when people do that?” You raise a brow, meeting his gaze once more after you take a deep breath. “Didn’t you want to resonate with me? Do you want to try again?” You felt a bit better about Sylus so you assume it should work this time. You don’t waste any time and grab his hand. “Come on. I’ll use both hands this time!” Sylus sighs, shaking his head as he felt a chill sweep across his body. You weren’t sure if it’s the cold breeze coming in from a small gap in the window or his aura. You decide to mentally chant a few phrases to yourself to try and help the resonating process. “He’s good at fighting…He’s good at fighting.” The old gas lamp above you both flickers and emits a light softer than the sound of your breaths. “He looks good. He looks good. He’s attractive–”

“I can hear you talking.” You pause, not realizing you were talking out loud. With red ears, you clear your throat, “Enjoy it. This is one of the two good things I can think about you.” You quickly turn your gaze to your interlocked hands, but you still can’t feel even the slightest change. It seems you can’t rush your resonance but with the auction fast approaching, you need him to work with you as soon as possible. You take a deep breath before using the nicest tone you can muster, “You already know I entered the N109 Zone to get the aether core that’s at the auction and since you want to resonate with me, I have an idea. I don’t know if I should say it though…”

“Then don’t.” Sylus says plainly and you have to bite back your anger, “But I can’t resonate with you because I reject you on a subconscious level. That means my evol is controlled by my emotions. Changing a person’s feelings might be difficult, but it won’t be that hard…I think. But you’ve got to work with me.” You finally let go of his hands, crossing your arms over your chest as you lift your chin up at him, “There’s any easy solution right in front of us. Help me get the aether core and ensure my safety by escorting me out of the N109 Zone. You’ll be able to use me as bait to clean up, right?” “It’s almost as if your face is saying you’re doing me a huge favour.” He scoffs.

You don’t even notice, but you have a pout on your lips. This is your only bargaining chip, so you can only bluff to appear more confident about the situation at hand. Though, you knew your clumsy attempt wouldn’t be enough to fool Sylus. That’s why you’re telling the truth. “I don’t know why you insist on resonating with me, but as long as you’re willing to help me, I’ll help you.” You speak with your hands and Sylus shifts his gaze from the map to look at you indifferently, “That’s not enough.” “Then what do you want?” You raise a brow, throwing your hands up, “Should I beg? I can do it.” “As much as I’d love to hear you beg…We could do this instead.” He opens the bottom drawer of the desk and pulls out a jewel encrusted crow brooch. “If you can take this from me within 24 hours, I’ll agree to your terms.” “Do you always test people before you work with them? Are you testing my skills? My intelligence? Or my value?” You glance at the brooch, wondering if you could grab it now and be done already. You try to grab it while he’s distracted when it suddenly disappears in the blink of an eye.

“Only when you have a bargaining chip can you make a deal.” He crosses his arms over his chest, “And since you’re the one who proposed this, use your own methods. You should be grateful that the goal is clear enough this time.”

And now we've made it to the brooch stealing arc! I believe after this, we have the protocore auction and then...well 👀 who knows? I mean– I know, but I'm keeping my mouth shut.

I really hope I'm not hyping this up too much, only for yall to hate it...but time will tell! Anyways, I'll possibly post chapter thirteen during this weekend as well. Perhaps on Monday since I'm off and I'll consider it an extra day for the weekend schedule <3

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[harrysmimi]

Baby Talk

Synopsis: Harry wants to try for a baby but is hesitant to tell his girlfriend

CW: Smut and a shit load of fluff.

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Ever since Harry had come back home with YN.

The first thing they did was go to Brielle's baby shower her sister-in-law hosted for her.

YN was very excited to see her friend pregnant, she even called dibs for baby sitting before Alec, which got him pissed for the moment there.

Now it was three weeks later, Harry wasn't working but making a music video which would be done by the next day. He had a magazine interested yesterday and the Photoshoot is arranged on the weekend. That meant he was free and home today.

He scrolled through Instagram, when YN's post popped up on his feed. Yes, he followed her private account. It was a little photo dump from her friend's baby shower. The first picture was of her and Brielle recreating the Hadid Sisters pictures from a long time ago. And the next was YN's hand on her friend's bump all surprised, he reckoned it was that moment when YN felt babies kicking inside for the first time it has her gasping and her friend laughing. And next two were of him and her together and rest of it were random little videos and to end it all, she had a funny pictures of Brielle using her bump as a table for her plate of cake taking a huge bite. Just ten likes on her post from ten people out of fifteen who follow her.

She had removed very many people from her follower list (especially her cousins) and switched her account to private recently since Harry decided he wanted to follow her, and turned off her DMs. Apparently the hate was increasing since he talked the second time about her recently. It was going to be inevitable, but she thought it was going to be best option there.

He liked it and commented a little red heart, and pouty emoji.

Now seeing that post had his heart racing. Especially remembering how good she was with Brielle's nieces and nephews that day, everyone loved her for some reason. She was surrounded by little kids the whole time there. Even her own niece and nephew loves her, no wonder why! He loves her too!

Especially Brielle's three month old nephew. Apparently the infant was way too infatuated by YN that he would start to cry every time she tried to give him to his dad.

"Hey, come on Mateo." Brielle's brother urged his son back to him but the little baby started whining. It is indeed very difficult to figure what is going on in an infant's mind. Mateo was meeting for the first time and he already didn't wanted to leave her.

"It's okay, I don't mind hanging out with him." YN assured the red head.

"You sure?"

"Mhmm, I'll go find you or your girlfriend if he starts to get fussy." She nodded. That's when Harry saw her approaching him with the baby as he went to get a drink of water. "Harry look."

"Oh who is that?" He cooed, watching the little lad staring up at his girlfriend like she's made of twinkling stars with his big blue eyes. He doesn't blame the little lad but he's just little baby. "Hello, darling!"

"This is Mateo, Brielle's nephew." YN introduced the little human to him, "and Mateo this is Harry, my boyfriend." The little boy just squirmed shyly in her arms making the pair laugh. "He's so cute!"

"He is," Harry agreed, "how old is he?"

"Three months." She gasped, distracted watching the little boy smiling at her. "Sorry, I just..." She looked up at him sheepishly.

"It's alright, love." Harry smiled, dimples denting deep in his cheeks. "I don't blame you, he is very adorable."

For the next three hours the couple hung out with little Mateo until he fell asleep and YN had to give him back to his parents. The little sad pout on her face was the most adorable thing she's seen. She really wanted to hang out with that tiny human more!

That nailed the image in his head for good.

Now that he's had more free time on his hand, he's got to thinking. He does want all of that for himself too. Especially now when he's got someone who he loves to much and she feels the same way.

He had watched his friends meet the love of their life, fall in love, get married and have family of their own. He's experienced that first hand with Sarah and Mitch. Is it too bad he wants that for himself too?

Hell, they haven't had the baby talk yet and here he is already picturing everything.

A little baby to love on in a way which seemed much more magical to even think about. No doubt, his YN would be the best parent to their kiddos. If they have any!

Two years is enough time right? To give a thought about wanting a family with someone.

Harry has never found talking about anything this difficult. For the first time they had indulged into something sexual, he had her sat down to ask what she wanted from it, what she thinks would be comfortable for her and what not as it was her first time. They even talked more about the moving in together part, he wanted to be sure that it's something she wanted too and she did now they're living together.

He doesn't know if that's something she really wants, his assumptions and him thinking she's going to be the most amazing mother to his kiddos won't be relevant if she doesn't want any kids. Maybe she doesn't want to get pregnant. Maybe she doesn't want to have kids at all.

He's not getting any younger. Especially since her brother have pointed out that he's quite older than his baby sister though he doesn't see a problem with that, it made him insecure. Even if it was just tiny bit. It has never been an issue for either of them.

He's just beating himself up for no reason, he knew that. All it is going to take is talking to her about it. If he tells her about his tiny insecurity she's going to give him a good talk about how it was definitely fine with her, how she shouldn't be insecure around her because she loves him and would never judge him or make him feel bad about himself in all her consciousness. The click of the door opening caught his attention, making his heart beating like he just ran a marathon.

"Hazza, I'm home." YN's little mumble traveled through their small living room with a sound of door clicking close she appeared in his sight.

"Hello darling." He smiled, already rushing to greet her. She had a little bag of groceries with her. "How was your day at work?"

"It was good, surprisingly we didn't had any Karens coming in today." She beamed putting away bottle of Orange Juice in the fridge.

She seemed in a very good mood today. Should he talk to her?

"Do you want to start on with dinner?" YN suggested, "I need to go take a shower, spilt coffee all over my pants today."

"I thinking we should go on a date." He suggested, making up a plan on the spot. They both haven't been on a proper date in a while now. Her eyes lit up in instant on the mention of a date night.

"Yeah, we should." She agreed.

Harry took her to the same restaurant they went on their first date, it was the first time since then.

He stalled the whole night to talk about it. Wanting to take advantage of her being in a good mood was thrown out the window as soon as both of them came back home. He'd put on the movie both of them wanted to watch for ages. Not giving into her little touch of affection and kisses. It's him who takes things further unless she's making it very obvious.

In the morning, YN slept past her alarm. She was rushing to leave for work, he had to go get last shots of his music video done too. Everything happened so quickly that he didn't even realise how fast the time went on and she was kissing him bye for a few hours like every day before heading out.

It took him extra long to get shots for his music video done today. He was stuck thinking about how he should have just told her instead of stalling and basically turning her down for having sex without saying a word. That wouldn't have been the first time he's told her he's not in the mood, she's nothing but understanding. But he saw her face today.

She woke up before him, didn't stay in bed for their morning cuddles. She hardly talked to him. Yeah, she was in hurry to get to work but still he felt so guilty.

But to his surprise, he was greeted by a squealing YN at home. "Harry, Harry, Harry, I have to tell you something!" She grabbed his hands and drag him to the living room with her. He sat down to have her basically sat on his lap giggling at her excitement for he doesn't know what.

"What's got you so excited?"

"So you probably don't know her, but my co-worker Emily's cat had an unexpected litter like a little over two months ago." She started, "you think we can get one kitten from her, please?"

"You want to get a kitten?" He was surprised.

"Yes! Half of them have already got their new homes. I wanted to talk to about it but I forgot. Please!" She hopped on her spot like a toddler asking for candy.

"Of course we can get one, baby, you don't have to say please." He chuckled. Honestly he wouldn't mind adding a pet to the mix. He's been wanting to try to have a literal human kid!

"I love you so much!" She attacked him with a bear hug with her arms wrapped around his neck. With an umph Harry almost fell back but held onto her before she could fall down on the floor.

"I love you more!" He pressed a kiss on her cheek. "When can we go bring one home?"

"She said she wants to keep the kitten with their mum for another week just so they're litter trained and all." YN shared, "her husband's a vet so he suggested the kittens get their vaccinations before they go to their new homes."

"Mhmm, that gives us enough time to prepare for one, doesn't it?" He suggested.

"Yes!" She nods her head jerkingly, "you sure you want a cat living with us?"

"Of course baby, we'll have to keep an eye on Mr. McFish though. Cats and Fishes don't quite get along, do they?" He's grown very attached to her pet fish there. He cleans up the aquarium, feeds the fish and all that stuff himself. He just doesn't let her do that when he's home.

"He'll be fine, his aquarium has got a secure lid and all." She assured him.

"Okay." He agreed.

"She sent me pictures of the kittens who haven't been adopted yet." YN picked up her phone from the coffee table and opened up her recent chat with her co-worker. There was a message from YN's side saying she needs to talk to her boyfriend first.

That made it everything all the more legit to him. He's never been in a serious relationship like this before. She cares enough to ask for his opinion. Even show him pictures of kittens. He shared with kitten's personality he liked through the little videos. No doubt of the kittens were adorable, he liked the one with the more energy, it was more rowdy bullying it's other siblings.

"I was thinking..." He trailed off when YN finally put her phone away being done with showing him all the pictures.

"Hmm?" She sounded giving him all his attention.

"I, I don't know how to, ehm, say this." He stuttered, running a nervous knuckle under his nose.

"What's wrong?" She asked, concerned all of a sudden.

"Nothing, nothing's wrong. I'm just nervous to say this!" He sighed.

"Harry, did you do something? What did you do?" She didn't know why she was asking this but it felt like he did something and how he wants to confess to her. A crease between her eyebrows grew tighter.

"No, no, baby I didn't do anything." He rushed, "I just want to ask if you like ehm, want to, uhhh... start trying to have a baby?"

"I, uh, what?" She was so surprised by his question she didn't know how to even process it.

"I know we never actually talked about it. Do you want to have kids? With me?" He asked but quickly realised, "I shouldn't say it this way. I, YN, I really, really, really love you if it's not obvious until now you know. And I've never had what I have with you by my side, I mean I've never lived with anything, never had a pet with anyone before, never had anyone care for me in the way you do before. I want more of it. Just a little bundle of our love to love upon for the rest of my days. I've been thinking about it since we were in New York, and especially since last couple of weeks. I don't know how to approach this conversation 'cause it can be bit sensitive for some. Don't know if that's what you want, I won't even ask you again if you tell me."

His heart was hammering in his ears as he felt his cheeks heat up.

"Harry, I..." She trailed off to add to his fear. "I do want to have kids. Especially if it's with you. I understand what you're saying, I'm not gonna say no to that. God, you don't know how much I want my own little ones! But not when still not married."

"What's wrong that? We already have sex." He shrugged.

"I just don't want to deal with mu family Harry, I honestly don't care when we start a family, you know?" She asked, her voice as soft as it can get, "you already know how my parents are after me because they know we live together. It's already hard enough for me to put up with them. If they got to know we're having a child together, I don't even want to think what my parents will do after. You know it's still not acceptable where I come from to have kids before marriage, people talk complete shit which I know I won't be able to take. But we can, after we're married."

"I understand." He nodded, because he really did. Her word to have a baby with him was enough to put him at ease and hold him off until they're actually married. Which he thinks is not too far enough in the future.

"And having a baby is a lot of work. We'll need to get a place with an extra bedroom for the little one, unless you don't mind having a little cot in our room here." She shared.

"They will be sleeping in our room untill they're big enough, baby, but I don't mind if it happens in this home. But we can look for a house close by here if you want?" He suggested.

"Mhmm we can do that." She agreed. They would have to discuss more on financials, because YN had just turned in her last installment of ger house loan (collaborating with Harry came in a huge help for her with that) and had very little in her savings to chip in. Even though Harry would be able to get a house all by himself, she'd want to be a part of the financial process too. "How many do you want."

"Let's think about one first." He chuckled sheepishly.

"Mhmm." She teased him, "I was thinking maybe I wanna have two or four."

"You want an even number of kids?"

"I just don't want a middle child." She chuckled. Even if they did ended up having an odd number of kids she'd treat her middle child the best she could like the others.

"Awh!" He cooed sadly pulling her in an embrace, he pressed a kiss sloppy on her cheek with a loud smooching sound.

"Are you okay, though?"

"Mhmm, I am." He sounded, "why would you ask that?"

"You, ehm, last night, you basically turned down to have sex." She stuttered, "that was very unusual, especially coming from you."

He cracked a smile picking up on the humour in her last sentence, that's true though. "Was just thinking about all this, that's all."

"I thought something happened, are you sure you're okay?" She pressed.

"Yes baby, I am sure. When have I ever hid being sad or low from you, hmm?" He scooted closer to her, nudging his nose against her, "especially when I know I'll be getting loads of cuddles and kisses from you."

She chuckled, "I can give you kisses and cuddles whenever, Haz, you know that."

"Yeah?" He rubbed his nose against hers in feathery touches, "would you give me kisses and cuddles now?"

"Mhmm." She agreed, her eyes shuttered closed as she leaned into close contact with him.

"Come close to me then, pretty." He urged her to straddle his thighs, she did, her mouth already buttoned onto his taking him by surprise. He sucked in a deep breath through his nose as he pulled her closer. He couldn't help the groan of a whine which left his mouth when she pulled away, feeling her fingers slip through his hair on the back of his head in gentle, soothing strokes of her finger tips. He leaned into her touch.

"What do you think? You think we'll have a girl a boy first?" She asked.

"Hmm," he signed ad his hands rested upon her hips, "I mind with either. We'll love them for who they are!"

"Awh!" She cooed. "But I think you'll be a better suit for a girl dad."

"How so, baby?"

"She'll know that how she is to be treated, our daughter I mean which is nothing but like a royalty. I know you'll treat her like a queen." She shared, "I can already imagine that."

It warmed his heart, "that puts on a lot of pressure on me."

"No, it's okay." She rushed, "I didn't mean it that way, I'm sorry. You're going to be an amazing dad to our babies, Haz!"

"I'm just teasing baby, I know we're gonna make mistakes on our way which is okay." He chuckled at her reaction, "but what if we have a boy?"

"Then you're gonna be the best influence, he's gonna grow up to be - hopefully - comfortable in himself and be the most respectful person just like our daughter would grow up to be." She smiled, pressed another sweet kiss on his mouth which he so gladly returned to her. "But I want you to tell me whenever you're not in mood okay? I feel so bad, I was being all touchy-touchy. I'm sorry if I ever made you feel uncomfortable."

"No, you didn't my love, I love it when you touch me. In any way." He assured her, "you know I'll tell you when I'm not in mood. But now I certainly am in the mood." With a cheeky smirk he buttoned his mouth on hers, feeling her smile he tightly wrapped his arms around her.

"Well, good thing," she mumbled, "because I am too."

"Yeah?" He taunted, "always so needy for me, aren't you?" He stood up all of a sudden to her surprise. His hands supporting bum with her legs wrapped around his hips he made his way to their bedroom. "Need to wash my hands first. Baby, please!" Just when he'd put her down on their bed he was pulled down with her a huff.

"Oh, okay." She realised releasing her arms from around his neck.

"Be right back," with a peck on her forehead he rushed to the bathroom, he's touched his car door, then the lift button, fiddled with his keys and touched the main door before she was dragging him to the sofa talking about getting a new kitten, he also washed his dick just to be safe. Got a towel to splay on their sheets, he knows that they'd be tok tired to change the sheets later even jf they're yet to have their dinner. Took him all long three minutes to return, already unbuttoning his the white dress shirt he had on. "Hi."

"Hi." She chuckled watching him knee his way towards her on their shared bed, pushing away their blanket as he layed the towel down. He gave her another quick kiss before he was shrugging off the shirt off his shoulders but it got caught in his necklace. "You're going to break it." She reached for his necklace and carefully freed the button stuck in the chain making him giggle as he threw the garment on the floor, he was initially aiming for the laundry basket.

"Only fair if you take your shirt off."

"No!" She whined in her pretend disagreement.

"Yes!" He mocked her as his hands reached for the hem of her turtle neck at her hips, daring to dig his fingers just enough to make squirm before he was pushing the fabric up. She'd let him pull it over her shirt revealing the black lacy bra she was yet to take off, but the neckline got caught in her earring. "Oh, don't move!" He carefully slipped off the piece of jewelry from her earlobe as it was just a hook. "You alright?"

"Mhmm." She nodded.

"These are cute!" He chuckled seeing the clay charms of cats hung on the hook, he placed the pair on the side table once she handed him other. Her friend got those for her saying the piece of jewelry reminded her of her. He hovered over her as he lied her down carefully, managing to fit perfectly in between her thighs as his lips brushing in feathery touches just under her earlobe, like a pain relief kiss.

YN's hands dipped inbetween both their bodies reaching his core, her hand was met with his hard on. Just a squeeze on his bulge had him grunting against her neck as his teeth sunk into her skin.

God, she'll have to wear turtle necks for the rest of the week now!

Harey definitely loved leaving his marks on her, in the places only he can see. On the swells of her breasts and in between, on her hips, on soft skin of her inner thighs closer to her glistening cunt.

"Oh fuck!" He moaned heavily breathing, "you're gonna make me cum just like that."

"Can I, please?" She asked, stuttering shyly, "I want to suck you?"

"Yeah? Go on baby love, you know I'm all yours." He lifted his head up from her neck to look at before he pressed a soft lingering kiss on the full of her mouth.

He had moved every pillow to be piled up on the headrest of their bed as he's planning to get her in the same position in sometime. He got his pants and boxers off, his prick proud and hard up right.

"I love you!" She mumbled giving him another kiss on the cheek, as she sat on her heels next to him. Trailing her hand from his chest, down his tummy following the happy trail below his belly button.

"I love you mo-" he gasped at the touch of her hand on his cock, feeling sensitive for unknown reason today. He watched her moments as he wrapped her small hand around his shaft, on the second stroke and a swipe of her thumb over the tip had him throwing his head back. Breathing heavy.

She decided to cut to chase when he felt her warm mouth wrapped around his tip, her tongue pressed flat getting the taste of the pre cum. He swore he could be cumming any moment when he felt soft vibrations of her humming around his cock taking him further down, using her hand to cover what she couldn't take.

"Gahh! Fuck!" He moaned, his voice went extra deep mid orgasm which she seemed to love so much, he took her free hand in his lacing his fingers through hers in a gentle hold. She pulled away with a pop sound of her sucking hard on his cock to catch for breathing, reaching to cup his balls, playing with them just how she's figured he likes it. She took him back in his mouth bobbing up and low on gis length. "Fuck, just like that baby. You're so - ugh! - so good to me!" That earned another moan from her around his cock.

"Fuck I'm so close baby, just like that make me cum. Please!" His breathing got heavier which had his heart thumping against his chest, he whined at the lost of contact when she pulled away.

"Cum for me, Haz." She requested. Just as she had her mouth back on him, his release warmed her up. Taking all she could as the rest of his cum dripped down her hand with each bob of her head, making his cock go softer. She felt his legs shake on her side, a hand on the back of her head.

"C'mere." He breathed, without any hesitation he pulled her to smear his lips onto her spit-cum slick ones, slipping his tongue in her mouth.

"You good?" She asked.

"Yeah, just need a moment, you made me cum so hard." He nudged his nose next to hers, "I want you to sit on my lap, get on." YN listened to him, raising up on her knees to get closer to him. "Pants and knickers off, sweet girl." His demand caught her off guard.

First of, she was wearing her comfy panties when she changed after she got home, they had little pandas printed on them. She wasn't planning on letting him see those as he's teased her once about the same pair before, it was going to be am embarrassing in such a sexy moment. And second off, she haven't shaved since her period stopped this month. Though he's made it pretty clear he doesn't care, but she does. Somewhat.

"What's wrong?" He asked, finally being able to breath at a steady pace. "What? Are you wearing your pink panda panties?" He smirked.

"Stop, they're comfy!" She scoffed moving on her spot, feeling the slickness of her own folds with each move.

"Come on, I don't mind. It's my turn now." He urged her. Hesitating she followed his demand, shimmying her swears and panties off, "come to me!" He made grabby hands towards her making her.

"You sure you want to go again?" She enquired, he still looks blissed out, his pupils still blown out.

"Mhmm, plus I have other means to have you screaming my name." He smirked, resting his hand on sides her bare thighs moving his hands up to hest on her hips.

"Daddy chill!" She rolled her eyes.

He knew what she was doing there, bringing up his one kink they hardly indulged in now.

"Now, now angel, don't be a brat." His made a semi-hard contact with her bum causing her to jolt in surprise.

"What was that for?" She gasped.

"You heard me." He raised a challenging brow at her, causing her to laugh throwing her head back. He'd figured she can't be serious like this which he found adorable. "Don't be a brat if you want Daddy to make you feel good."

"Oh then I'm definitely gonna be one." She nodded her head, biting onto her lips to hold back another laugh. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" She couldn't, letting her head drop on his shoulder for a moment she giggled. "I'll be serious now." Blinking her eyes twice she put on a serious which now had him giggling at.

Usually he's the one incharge in bed, as cliche as it sounds that's how both of them work. But none of them felt the need to verbalise the power dinamic in a kinky way, maybe it was a thing at the very start but for some reason they both stopped it. And now joke about it here and there. But it had his cock almost jumping up again when she called him that.

The little joking around made it all the more real for her, that sex or intimacy isn't always picture perfect as it is usually portrayed in the media. It was so much more enjoyable that way, seeing him actually make an effort to wash his hands so she wouldn't catch any unwanted infections or shit that happens to people with uteruses, or the way he makes her to feels so comfortable in her own skin even though she doesn't fit into the conventional mold made the society. That was the most sexiest thing she had experience!

"Your tits look amazing in this bra." He commented, blatantly staring at the swells of her breasts right in front of his face, as he raised his hands along her sides to rest on the curve of her waist before one slipped up further on her back in no time garment was unhooked. He's way too slick with his movements in moments like this. He further slipped down the elastic straps from her shoulders, leaving her now in the same state as him.

"Way better!" Tugging down the flimsy garment made of lace off her hands, Harry tossed it accross the bed to join rest of their clothes. Dipping his head forward, he pressed his lips onto her neck leaving the soft trail of kisses down her sweet spot, making his way down to her collar bone. Working to deepen the mark he left on her a couple pf days before. One of his hand squeezing onto her breast rolling the hardened nipple in between his thumb and forefinger, whilst reaching down to wrap his lips around the other. She whimpered under his touch, feeling the wetness just grow further in between her legs.

Harry could only imagine how full her breasts would be once they're finally have a baby, excited see and go through all the changes by her side. That had him dipping his hand in, finger tips brushing up her wet folds. He smirked feeling her gasping, leaning back into the pillows to look atthe way he had her whimpering under him.

He was already getting at her sight. "Hmm, so wet." He spared a glance at his fingers working onto her sensitive cunt, "for me baby?"

"Mhmm." She nodded, hands halting onto either on his shoulders to keep herself steady. All her teasing him went out the window just at the touch of his finger tips on her sensitive clit.

"Words, sweet baby, I need words." He teased as he rubbed slow circles on her clit.

"God, it's for you, Harry!" She bleated.

"It's what now, darling?" He urged her to say what he wanted to hear, halting his move.

"Ah! Please don't stop," he was going to annoy her with this now as he shot her a cocky look, "please daddy!"

"That's my girl." A dimple dented his cheek as his smirk grew wider.

"Please I want you inside Harry," she shot him a puppy face, "I've been holding off since yesterday."

"Yeah? That's what took you fifteen minutes extra in shower this morning, baby love?" He was enjoying it now, teasing her.

"I told you was washing my hair!" She whined, that was the truth. It's not as good as it is with him, she'd rather wait for him when he's close to her than do it herself.

"Then what are you calling me tonight?" He reminded her.

"Daddy," she nods her head jerkily, "daddy, please!"

He chuckled, "I'm just teasing baby, you can have me. You ready now?"

"Mhmm, mhmm!" She agreed. Wrapping his fingers around his cock, it took him just few strokes to get himself fully hard again if he wasn't already. Nudging his tip in her fold he urged her to take control.

"Come on, baby, you wanna ride Daddy's cock?" He suggested.

"Mhm-" before she could say anything his tip was pushing past her slit. She still can't get used to him, especially when they go a day or two without making love some times. She slowly sunk on his cock, feeling him fill her up to brim. Her head fell to the crook of his neck.

"Take your time to adjust baby," he sighed feeling her tightly wrapped around him.

"Need a moment." She shared.

"Yeah, why don't gimme a kiss baby?" He suggested, already cupping her jaw with one of his hand to bring her down, buttoning his mouth on hers pushed his tongue past her lips. He hummed at the contact trying to pull her more closer, as if he wasn't inside her already. The sound of their lips moving together came to halt when YN pulled away just to speak.

"I, I, can move now." She shared, feeling streched enough around his prick.

"Go on baby," he urged her. YN slowly started rutting her hips against his, with a pair of his hands on either sides of her helping everything to keep her steady. He never held back his moans, voice two times lower and deeper as he pressed his forehead onto her chest.

This was his favourite thing to do, making love with her.

Feeling her clench around his cock, or his fingers, especially when she's enjoying it. He felt so proud lf every time they made love, seeing her grow more and more confident and comfortable in herself. He pressed a kiss on her chest where her heart is.

"Fuck!" He heard her mumble quietly.

"You enjoying it baby?" He asked, moving behind , "you feel so— fuck!— so good wrapped around my cock, so warm and tight. So good for me."

"Fuck. Ye-yes!" She nods her head jerkily. The coil in her stomach tightened to the point it was close to coming undone any moment. "I'm so close, daddy!" It the slipped.

"Wait for me baby," he warned her, making his grip firm on her hips to quicken her movement, "you want me to cum inside you?"

"Uh-huh!"

"Yeah? Gonna fill you up so good, baby!" He announced, his own high was reaching up making his brain go all mushy. "Cum for me, will you baby? Cum around my cock."

"I, I am. I am." She nodded. Finding right words in the moment was something she couldn't do. Her rutting against him because sloppier and sloppier making her shudder as she came clenching around him. Have him fill her up with his cum. Just on the last thrust she sunk back on his cock before feeling him soften up again. It hit her hard, her orgasm there unexpectedly.

Their bedroom filled with their heavy breathing and sighs of pleasure. YN snuggled into Harry with him still inside her. Her taking on birth control was the best decision she'd made, and this was one of many reasons why on the list. The feeling she couldn't comprehend in words.

Especially now that he'd finally help nail another reason for wanting him cum inside her every time with his baby talk. Was it weird that she was thinking how great of a father he would be to her kids in a moment like this? She could careless. Because that's what she would want her kids to have.

"You good, my love?" Harry asked. His voice sounded extra honey sweet to her right in that moment.

"Mhmm." She sounded, "it was amazing."

"It was, honey love." He breathed out as he was too tired in the moment to even laugh with having two orgasms back to back. Somehow, he reached for the blanket to wrap around her so she won't get cold. He hiked up his legs at his knees so she is cradled against him.

"This okay?" She enquired for his consent about what he knew exactly.

"More than okay, darling." He assured her. Who was he to lie he didn't enjoyed a bit of cock warming here and there? "You know, I love you so much!"

She giggled tiredly, "I love you so much, too, Haz!"

They sat there cuddled up with their blanket wrapped around them. Until YN realised she was hungry and that she hasn't eaten anything since breakfast.

"Harry?"

"Yes, love?"

"I am hungry." She shared, just to make it more clear her tummy rumbled.

"Oh no, baby." He gasped softly, "let's get you fed now, yeah?" He rubbed her back twice before reluctantly pulling away. He slowly slipped out of her, completely aware how sensitive she gets every time. "I'm sorry, I brought you in here before we had our dinner." He shared.

Harry takes it very seriously if she's had her meals or not, especially since he picked on her not so well relationship with food. She's recently started conversing when she's hungry and she wants to eat.

"I'm too tired to cook anything."

"We'll order take out." He urged her off their bed and to the bathroom so he can help her clean up. He even rushed to get a change of clothes. He had already put on a pair of sweats.

"I'll do this," she said, "please order something. I didn't had my lunch today." Taking the another pair of panda printed panties he got for her, she slipped them on and his sweatshirt next.

"YN!" He let a scolding whine, "did you not take your afternoon medications then?" Pulling out her hair from the neck hole of her (his) sweatshirt she shot him a look of her puppy eyes. "No, don't look at me like that. You know you shouldn't have those medicines without having some food in your system, love. Then you get all dizzy and nauseous, that's not good for you."

"I didn't get the time to today." She explained, tailing behind him as he made his way in the kitchen, "we were short on staff today. So I just took my medicines in hurry thinking I'll get time to eat after."

"Don't do that next time, okay?" He warned her, "you were short staffed doesn't mean you can't take fifteen minutes to yourself to eat. If that happens again I'm gonna have to have a chat with the owner myself."

"No, it won't happen again. I promise." She rushed. He was putting some frozen fries in the air fryer, she noticed. He disapproved thay she actually ate those, but at least she'll have something in her stomach till their take out is delivered to them. It was quick to make.

Who's gonna stop her from eating french fries? That too the frozen ones, no one! That's why he brought over his air fryer from his house when he moved his stuff to their flat.

"You're making me fries." She pointed out, wiggling her brows at him with a teasing tone.

"Stop, you haven't eaten anything in last thirteen hours." He rolled his eyes. She stood there next to him watching him make her a snack, there wasn't a point in teasing him more there.

He looked so pretty, standing there shirtless. Sometimes she forgets how much taller he is that her that she really have to lift her head up to look at her gorgeous features. Yeah, he's that all over her and obsessed that he's constantly clinging onto her for her realise. She's got all to herself there. Not even in dreams had she imagined to have a partner as loving amd caring as him. A soft place to fall back to when it becomes inevitable to not feel low.

Now he's stood there in all his pretty glory making her something to eat as she hasn't had anything since morning, scolding her a little for it. It warmed her heart.

Pressing a soft kiss by his ship tattoo, she went onto sit on the counter whilst he's done putting her snack together. After he was done, Harry rushed to get his phone opening up the food delivery app he stood next to her. He pulled up the cuisine page.

"What would you like to eat, my lady?" He enquired, showing the options.

"Hmm, let's see." She scrolled through down to the option. And of course she picked up Indian food.

"I'm feeling butter chicken." He shared.

"Look at you!" She cooed booping his nose, "I'm a good influence, aren't I!" Flipping her hair back proudly she picked up her favourite restaurant in town, smiling ear to ear. He swore he saw her eyes sparkle.

She hung the moon and the sun. For him, she did.

"That's all you want?" He noticed she'd already added his favourites in the cart.

"Mhmm."

"Okay." He took his phone but added her favourite desserts too before he placed the order paying with Apple pay.

"Haz?"

"Hmm?" He placed his phone down on the counter beside her, giving her his undivided attention. His girl was sat there with her hands on either side of her thighs clutching onto the lip of the counter, swinging her legs.

"Let's get married."

"You want to?"

"Of course I want to." She nods, "so we can finally try to have a baby."

"I don't want you to feel pressured by this baby." He started, "it is going to be a big commitment. I know we live together, but it's going to be completely different to be married in living together. I can wait, we can wait till you're ready."

"I am not feeling pressured." YN assured him, "now that you've said it, that's something I really want. I've always wanted that, you know to have my own little family... Getting married has always been important to me, so I cam assured that I'm not feeling pressured. I know it is going to different. But ready for it."

"Yeah, you are?" Harry beamed at her, shifting to stand in between her thighs. He placed her hands on his shoulders, his lips were smeared over hers. First time he kissed her after their love making session.

"Mhmm." She sounded, "I have this image of you with our baby now. A little daughter. I can't seem to shake that off."

He chuckled, "I bet you'd team up with her against me."

"No, you'd be the one teaming up against me with her." She countered, arguing about who'd they're unborn (still unconceived) child would team up with.

"Touché." He giggled cheekily, earning a gasp and smack on his shoulders from her.

"So..." She raised her brows

"So?"

"When are you asking me to marry you?" She asked.

"I'm not telling you!"

"Why not?"

"It won't be a surprise." He shared, "even though I want to marry you as soon as I can. Still want to make it special baby, for us. But soon, yeah?"

"Yeah."

He pressed another kiss on her mouth, before the air fryer started beeping.

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Stressful Situations

Hello! The fic below the cut was written by the lovely @suueeeeeee ! They messaged me asking if I would be willing to edit and post this for them and after reading this delightful fic I had to say yes!

To the 2 people who requested fics! They are in the works but may take a little longer as I'm leaving for the weekend! Thank you so much for the love and support y'all!!

It was yet another day, another rehearsal and another stressful session of Andrew and the band trying their best to make sure they’re all set for today’s concert.

Ever since (y/n) had started to accompany Andrew on tour, she’s been nothing but a delight in everyone’s eyes. She made sure they all ate, stayed hydrated, and well-rested and genuinely cared for them as if she was their mother.

She sat down on the side watching them with those eyes that said ‘I’m so fucking proud’. She enjoyed every part of this tour, everything about it made her happy. She loved Andrew and therefore watching him do what really makes him happy tickled her insides and made her all giddy.

She noticed how on edge he was today, and how he was taking it out on everyone else. She felt bad for everyone but she bad for him specifically. Poor lad’s been extremely tired and exhausted. Anyone would be the same if they’d been touring nonstop for almost 2 months now, and having to put so much energy into shows every couple of days.

She felt bad for Andrew but also for the band, they were trying their best but for some reason something was messed up every now and then which resulted in Andrew cursing loudly, not at anyone in particular but just out of frustration.

She sighed and got up, heading towards him. She placed a hand on his back, stroking it softly.

“Love, take it easy, don’t stress yourself much, it’ll be okay.”

She says with a soft smile attempting to comfort him and calm him down a little bit. She felt a vein was about to pop in his forehead and he’d get a headache from frowning so much. He looked up at her with a blank expression.

“(Y/n), please. The last thing I need is distractions. Don’t tell me what to do, we have shit to get done.”

He snapped at her and this was the first time within their 9 month relationship that he had done something like this. She was taken back a little. This attitude definitely was weird cause Andrew never behaved this way even in times he was stressed out the most. She gulped and nodded her head, fighting off the tears.

“Yes yes, of course. I apologize, ehm- I’ll just wait in one of the dressing rooms, sorry guys.”

She looks at them with a sad smile and Alex turns to Andrew with the angriest glare.

“The fuck is wrong with you?”

Alex spit at Andrew and slung off his guitar then followed her immediately. They weren’t particularly close but he appreciated her taking care of Andrew and of the whole band. The woman was sweet and kind and it hurt him to see Andrew speak to her that way. He ran after her and he could see her shoulders shaking which confirmed his thoughts that she was crying.

“(Y/n/n), wait.”

He calls for her by her nickname and places a hand on her shoulder. She turns around to look at him with teary eyes and a wet face. She wipes her eyes quickly and sniffs not wanting to seem weak or like a crybaby. He just takes her in for a hug.

“He didn’t mean it, you know he’s crazy about you, but he’s just stressed. It’s not an excuse though. You have every right to be upset just don’t take it to seriously, okay? I’ll kick his ass.”

She pulls back, chuckling a little then nods her head with a sigh.

“I know, Alex. I’m not upset with him, I’m just upset for him. He’s been so exhausted and it’s starting to take a toll on him. I’ll just give him some time. Maybe after tonight’s show he’ll feel a little less stressed.”

Alex blinks at her and wonders how the fuck someone could be this peaceful and kind. Now, Alex was 10x angrier with Andrew for hurting her feelings and he intended to give him a piece of his mind but after tonight’s show. He softly rubs her shoulder.

“Just go get yourself something to drink and don’t think about it much, I’m sure he’ll apologize in no time.”

She nodded and thanked Alex and walks away, but it was obvious she was still upset. He sighed and walked back to the main stage area to find Andrew still strumming the guitar with the same frown except it was now deeper. The tension was too thick and the vibes were really bad unlike how it would normally be. He picked up his guitar again and when Andrew noticed they started rehearsing again.

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One time while performing, Andrew finished his water bottle and he kept on looking around for someone to refill it for him but for some reason everyone was busy with technical difficulties going on so she took it upon herself to get him another water bottle. She didn’t think much of walking on stage as she just wanted to get Andrew his water cause poor thing’s vocal cords must’ve been screaming for help.

When she walked on stage, everyone was confused, including Andrew himself. She handed him the water bottle, took the empty one with a smile. His heart exploded at that moment and he instantly reached out and hugged her which caused her to blush deeply. He was openly hugging her in front of everyone, which was something she wasn’t used to, which also caused the fans to go crazy for that moment. After he let go, she ran backstage, but ever since that moment, (Y/n) made an appearance every concert when handing Andy his water bottle which was always thanked by a side hug.

Andrew was thinking to himself, would she do their ritual tonight even though he was a total ass towards her? He openly admitted to himself that he was mean and rude towards her, but his energy lately had been so low. He’s starting to get exhausted from the constant traveling and performing. Therefore, he decided to get her some flowers and take her out for dinner after they’re done with the show. However, he was upset at the fact that there’ll be no water bottle from her tonight which will get the fans talking and it’ll just create a hassle he’s in no mood for.

Much to his surprise, amidst his performance, he heard loud screams and cheers which confused until he felt someone place a water bottle down on the floor in front of him and he looked and saw his beautiful partner. She looked up at him with a tight smile then walked back. At this point, his heart exploded with so much love for that woman and his love for her grew a million times.

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The show was an absolute success, the vibes were very nice despite everything happening prior to the performance and everyone was happy with how everything came out.

Everyone was putting their things back in place and was making sure they’re all set to retire to their rooms to relax after a long, stressful and emotionally draining day.

Meanwhile, (y/n) was in the tour bus, packing a small backpack to spend the night in a hotel. She kept reminding herself that he never meant it and it was his tired mind talking but she just couldn’t accept the fact that someone spoke to her that way in front of the whole band. Had they been alone, she would have just ignored it, joked about it and teased him until he became less grumpy but the fact that he snapped at her like that, for some, reason felt humiliating.

She walked out of the tour bus when Alex was going in. He saw her bag then frowned.

“Where are you going? It’s late.”

He asked her, feeling genuinely worried. He started thinking the worst. Is she going to leave Andrew? Is she going to fly back to Dublin for a break? She was the one mostly keeping their times fun on this exhausting tour leg and particularly keeping Andrew’s strength to keep going despite the exhaustion.

She sighs, looking away, not really knowing what to say.

“I’m spending the night in the hotel around the corner, Alex. I don’t think I could be around Andrew tonight. I might say something I regret and make things worse.”

“Did you at least let him know?” He knows he can’t change her mind but he also thought this was a good solution cause as chill as they both seemed to be. When they get angry, they’re monsters.

“Well- that’s going to be your job. Don’t you dare tell him where I am, Alex. Just tell him I’m fine. Let me torture him a little.”

She grins evilly and Alex lets out a laugh. That was her typical behavior, managing to make fun and humor out of dark situations.

“Alright, but let me know when you check in and come back first thing in the morning.” He pulls her in for hug then lets her go before watching her walk away.

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She got settled in and changed into her night shirt, getting into bed. She decided to scroll down through instagram for a little, seeing that Andrew posted snippets from today’s concert as he does every time. She liked them but it was obvious to her that he wasn’t really in his normal state. She pouted, starting to feel guilty for leaving him when he’s feeling like this. She was supposed to support him through everything and the first time he does something like this, she reacts like this? Then again, he was rude towards her in front of other people. Her mind was racing with thoughts and she was feeling as if she was drowning in this dilemma when she heard knocking at the door.

She curses to herself, knowing it’s probably Andrew, cause Alex couldn’t keep his mouth shut. Deep inside, she was hoping he’d come to her. When she peaked through the door, it indeed was the one and only Andre Hozier-Byrne. She sighs, opening the door and steps to the side, nodding for him to come inside.

He walks in silently and she sees the flowers in his hands. He got her Verbenas, her favorite. He clears his throat and hands them to her.

“Ehm- I got you these.”

Truth be told, he didn’t know what to say, as the situation was awkward and it was the first time they'd dealt with something like this. They both were really chill and peaceful, when they disagree about something they just leave it and agree to disagree without forcing their own views on each other or anything like that. They both always treated each other with respect whether they were alone or with other people. She accepts the flowers, placing them on the bed next to her where she sits as he takes a seat in front of her on the small sofa.

“Love, I’m incredibly sorry. I know what I did was wrong, but I’m just so down, exhausted. I don’t feel the best. I know that this isn’t an excuse and you have every right to be mad, but please, don’t leave me.”

She could hear the desperation in his voice and she looks at him, surprised.

“Andrew, are you insane? Why the fuck would I leave you? Yes, I’m upset. I understand your point, but still upset. For you to apologise and acknowledge your mistake is more than enough. It’d take much much more than this for me to leave you. You’re stuck with me.”

She grins, sitting next him and taking him into her arms. He cuddles against her, resting his head on her chest, enjoying the feeling of her fingers combing through his hair. This was the only thing he needed. To be alone with his beloved after a long day, wrapped around each other.

[ire-as-iris]

What does your future self wants to say to you? [Divination Reading no. 2]

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Pile 01

Hey! I hope you're okay. You know, I miss you very much. If only I could back to that day or that version of myself, I would do better but it's too late but not that much. It's like, umm... to boost myself better kind of thought I really miss our moments together, messing with each other and crying like we're in some sort of a movie. This time it's different, it's like I've been consumed to responsibilities and nothing excites me that much. I wanna go back but I can't still, I'm glad I am at a better place financially speaking, spiritually, I don't know I'm not sure but moving this heavy message aside. I hope you're having fun right now make sure that the path you chose is different. I gotta go now, I have a lot of work to do see you again, sometime ❤

🔴 In summary, this one page of my notebook is not enough to say everything she wants to say, If I let her continue I'm afraid it will a whole chapter of a novel lol

🔴 A farm or barn may be significant

🔴 The part where she said different, screams something to me... don't be someone you're not because others their best for you, know when to take it and leave it (e.g in college course)

🔴 I imagined a girl with a long hair, oversized shirt in the rain, laughing her pain to let it go

🔴 She's talkative, my hand hurts writing this hahaha

🔴 You're an extrovert who may be mistaken as an introvert (Oops, I mean you're an introvert and people see you as an extrovert when you're alone, look how I write it wrong here too🤣)

🔴 Majority here seems to be teenagers like me xD

Pile 02

(Trigger warning: mention of sui!c1d3)

Live your life, I'm grateful that I did not t@ke my life (do you have su1cid@l thoughts pile 2?). Bro it's so peaceful to be here, I thought taking my you know will end it but I was wrong, something came to me that stopped me, it was an angel. She was warm and nice (tall too around 5'8, white pale skin color). I think I can't imagine myself to be here if not for her. Now I'm working a normal job with a normal life, enough for me to decide what I want. Ya get what I'm saying? I wasn't planning to have kids, but look! I have one (three or two for some of you). Life's so short and times so fast so keep doing you lad 😉

Peace out! Oh before that, I just want to tell you to don't force anything okay? It'll come, THAT thing so yeah, let's talk again some time 😉

🔴 I feel like majority that picked this pile are dudes (straight but, again take it how it resonates if you're a member of LGBTQ)

🔴 Chill people

🔴 THAT thing may mean a number of things, depending on you it can be your dream, or really THAT sezzz, etc.

🔴 The angel maybe a literal angel, someone you know (e.g friends, family, etc.) or you're future spouse

🔴 I imagined someone with a curly hair light brown and has beared, he's thin but tall, white skin as well

🔴 He's wearing a jacket, white tee, and long pants (pale dark blue)

🔴 You're maybe in you're twenties or turning 30

🔴 Moon in Gemini at 4th House

🔴 For some of you, I'm feeling that your future spouse (especially if they're a girl) have the vibes of the tracks below.

Pile 03

I can't believe I'm already here, I'm so successful! I've got the benz and my Renz (man, dream guy/the one, whatever you call it). You've got the boss energy, trust me the people who helped you. I feel like the richest on the earth hhahah

Keep on going mama, the universe got us! Loyalty! Love yourself and other people and it will get back to you. It may not be exactly as the way you want it but, I promise you and I'm sure it going to be better, the best. You'll get it poppin! Ya know what I'm sayin?😘

🔴 Don't be consumed by fame, be yourself positively.

🔴 Some people here have the "Who you?" tendency in a negative way, please don't be like that. (Who you means treating the people you know as strangers because you have the bag and everything you dreamed of)

🔴 Remember being a bish to others will give you shi* to yourself, and your loved ones, your child may be the one who'll suffer if you don't change it

🔴 Funny people are reading this pile

🔴 Harry styles, love and disco songs maybe you're favorite/topic of your songs

🔴 Influencer, artists, rappers, people of color, rags to riches, attitude

🔴 Neptune in Capricorn at the First House

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Johnny's Mansion | Kenshi Takahashi x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ Heya! Can I have prompt #15 for Kenshi Takahashi? - @brymalibu ❞

: ̗̀➛ You and Kenshi get invited to Johnny Cage's birthday party, which is all fine and dandy, but the music choices are certainly... unique.

: ̗̀➛ swearing

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Johnny Cage’s mansion, or as he called it, his “mojo dojo casa house”. You and Kenshi had been invited, as it was Johnny’s birthday and everybody simply had to be there, although neither of you were rather happy about it; usually, Tuesdays were often saved for your date night - you split it evenly between who chose to do what, and you were excited, as it should have been Kenshi’s turn.

But, neither of you wanted to let Johnny down; he was a good lad, really, even though he tried to hide it under his layers of ego and self-importance, and you both knew that he valued your friendships more than anything… except maybe the DVD collection of EastEnders from start to present that sat, always immaculately clean of dust, by his television.

Maybe he did love you both second best, after all… but he was still your friend, and neither you nor Kenshi wanted to let him down; he wanted you at his birthday party, just as he wanted Kung Lao and Raiden and Syzoth and Baraka. Just as he wanted Mileena, Sindel, Kitana, Sub-Zero, Scorpion.

The music coming from inside the home was so loud it made the ground shake as you and Kenshi entered it, holding onto each other’s hands tightly, not wanting to get separated or lost within the expansive rooms.

Why Johnny chose an open plan for his mansion, you would never know, and you didn’t really want to ask, either. Still, even when you went to grab drinks, Kenshi held onto your shoulder; without Sento, he couldn’t see a thing, and with the waves of partygoers, it was difficult for him to navigate the house the way he could when you visited Johnny on weekends.

‘1916’ by Sabaton played loudly on the speakers, and when you turned to pass Kenshi his drink, you gently tugged at the string of his hoodie to signal for him to bend down so he could hear you.

“It’s our song,” you told him.

He listened for a moment.

“I knew at the time that a year in the line was a long enough life for a soldier… we all volunteered and we wrote down our names and we added two years to our ages, eager for life and ahead of the game, ready for history’s pages, and we brawled and we fought and we whored til we stood ten thousand shoulder to shoulder, a thirst for the Hun, we were food for the gun, and that’s what you are when you’re soldiers…”

He smiled. “This is the one you played in the car when we first started dating.”

You grinned. “You remembered! Can we… can we dance?”

He shook his head. “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“C’mon, take my hand and dance for once, have some fun,” you told him, taking your drink and his and setting them on the table. “Please? For me?”

Shaking his head, Kenshi buckled, and gave you his hand; he allowed you to lead the way, finding a clear spot near the speakers.

You took his hands in yours, one just next to your elbow, you dropped one of his hands and let him rest it on your shoulder while you grabbed his waist, gently moving him from side to side until he moved closer and rested his chin on your shoulder with a hum.

Listening closely to the lyrics. 

“I heard my friend cry, and he sank to his knees, coughing blood as he screamed for his mother, and I fell by his side, and that’s how we died - clinging like kids to each other, and I lay in the mud and the guts and the blood, and I wept as his body grew colder, and I called for my mother and she never came, though it wasn’t my fault and I wasn’t to blame, and the day’s not half over and ten thousand slain, and now there’s nobody remembers our names and that’s how it is for a soldier.”

He smiled, thinking of when he took you to see that exact band as an anniversary present; you had been so happy, forcing him to stand in the front row. He had never heard you sing so loudly, and he couldn’t say he was shocked when your voice didn’t work the next day.

He could still remember how tender his arm was in the morning thanks to you getting over excited and hitting his arm within a second of every song; naming it and telling him exactly what it was about. He would have given anything to take you back there again, he wouldn’t have hesitated.

You had been so happy, and Kenshi had a sneaky feeling that the music was Johnny’s doing when ‘The Unkillable Soldier’ started to play, making you gasp as you gently shook him.

“This one’s about Adrian Carton De Wiart’s career during the first world war!” You yelped, excited and rushing through your words. “C’mon, you know this one!”

Kenshi laughed softly, of course he did. You played it often enough when you were tidying the house. “At the edge of madness, in a time of sadness, an immortal soldier finds his home! Proven under fire, over trench and wire, forged for the war he’s unbreakable!”

You laughed, and Kenshi could have died right then and there and been happy about it; his favourite sound in the fucking world.

“See?” You nearly stuttered, you were so happy. “You do know it!”

“I only know it because of you,” he pointed out with a grin. “I only know any of their songs because of you… but I think Johnny did this.”

“What?”

Kenshi pulled you close to his side, resting his head on your shoulder. “I think you’ll find Johnny’s playing all of your songs because he knows we’re here.”

“Is that a problem?” You asked, frowning.

He shook his head, letting out a soft hum. “No, it’s not… I get to see you happy, I’m happy.”

[degrassi-fanatic]

Asked You To Write It Down For Me

The anguished-kicked-puppy-dog-eyes Jamie was wearing were just becoming too much for Roy to handle. Every time Roy chanced a look at Jamie’s phone, he would see him staring longingly at a photograph of Georgie and Simon. Then, he would open his text threads to type, erase, and retype texts to Georgie only to shut off his screen at the last minute.

The cherry on top of this fuckin’ horrible sundae was when Roy found Jamie crying by himself in the living room the other day. Jamie never revealed the reason for the breakdown but, it doesn’t take a genius to see that he was feeling insanely guilty over missing Mother’s Day this year because of some brand deal shoot he couldn’t get out of. 

Roy had decided that enough was enough and rang up Georgie himself to tell her that he and Jamie were coming to Manchester for the weekend to have a belated Mother’s Day. 

The belated Mother’s Day, however, is still in the works as Jamie and Simon are currently running around shops to try and find the ingredients for some stellar meal they’re going to cook up for Georgie. 

With those two out, Roy is left in charge of entertaining her and he starts the evening off strong by pouring her a hefty glass of the fancy wine Roy helped Jamie pick out for her. 

“It’s always nice to have you and Jamie around.” Georgie says as she leans against the arm of the couch, her feet on the cushions, “It’s especially nice when you two bring posh wine.”

Roy snorts as he hands her the wine before making his way to sit down on the other end of the couch, facing her, with his own glass filled to the brim. 

“Well, Jamie has been missing you a lot, recently,” he says, leaving out the details to keep her from worrying, “He doesn’t like that he couldn’t make it for Mother’s Day.”

“I told that lad already that he shouldn’t worry.” she says exasperated, “It don’t matter to me when he comes down as long as he knows he’s always welcome.”

“Yeah, well, you know, Jamie.”

Georgie hums thoughtfully before taking a swig of the wine.

“This is good shit, my God,” she mumbles to herself before addressing Roy, “What about you? What did you get up to on Mother’s Day?”

Roy freezes. 

Usually, when people ask about his parents, he gives them the bare details or tells them to piss off, and seeing as he’s speaking to Jamie’s mother, he can’t exactly do either of those options. He doesn’t want Georgie to think that Roy’s some arsehole that’s going to be a bad influence on Jamie. 

Instead, he bides his time by swishing the wine around in his glass, being careful not to spill it. 

“My mum and I— We aren’t like you and Jamie.” Roy explains after a moment, “She and my dad, uh, they’re not really big parts of mine or Ruth’s life. I mean, they did fuck all when Ruth’s piece of shit husband left her and they didn’t even find the time to visit when Phoebe was born, and— I don’t know, they’re not bad people but, they’re not emotionally available.”

“Only person in my life that was, was my Grandad.” he says, smiling into the rim of his glass as he takes a sip in between words, “Then, he died while I was in Sunderland.”

“Jamie told me you went to Sunderland when you were only nine years old, right?” she asks.

He wants to ask if Jamie mentioned this when he was still a fanboy and it was some fun fuckin’ fact about him in a magazine or if he mentioned it to her when they started seeing each other. 

He holds off on it though. He’s not sure why. 

“Yeah,” he answers, “Sometimes, I look at Phoebe and I think about sending her off to fuckin’ Manchester for just the day and I have a heart attack. I don’t know how my parents could do that.”

I don’t know how my parents could do that to me. 

Georgie must be a fuckin’ mind-reader or some shit or maybe she could understand what he was implying because she reaches over to his side of the couch and places a comforting hand on his knee.

Much too quickly for his liking, she pulls off and recedes back to her side. 

“I remember the day that I sent Jamie off for the U-18,” she says as she reaches behind her and grabs a photo of Jamie from that time, the one where he’s grinning so hard at his mum behind the camera, “It broke me heart to do that. The only thing that kept me from flagging that bus down was knowing that he was safer than he was ever going to be here.”

Georgie places the photo back in its place delicately. 

Roy doesn’t comment on how she’s wiping away tears from her eyes.

It might be that moment of vulnerability that Georgie’s letting him witness or it might just be the wine he’s been going to town on that’s got him pissed enough to say this but, the next thing he knows, his mouth is opening and—

“It’s, uh, it’s nice being able to talk about these things,” he stammers, looking away when Georgie sends him a warm smile, “I’ve never really had that with a parent before. Not that I think of you as my mum or something because—”

Wordlessly, she cuts him off by plucking his wine glass and setting aside, along with her own. Then, she tugs Roy in by the wrist until he’s close enough for her to haul him into her arms. 

For a minute, he stays absolutely fuckin’ still, like maybe this is an illusion he can shatter by moving too much. Then, he decides fuck it, and fully leans in, reminiscent of the way he first saw Jamie and Georgie interact. 

“It’s okay, Roy,” she whispers as she tucks a strand of hair behind his ear, “I can have two sexy little babies.”

[florencetypemaniacs]

Heeey Florence I hope you are having a splendid weekend ♥️ I took note and my nerdy heart laughed at seeing you refer to Tai as a bit of a Tsundere. Omg i love grumpy hard to romance characters.

Call me toxic but I love a bit of jealousy. My MC is a bit of a flirt himself so it got me thinking.

How would the ROs react to someone openly flirting with MC trying to ask them on a date like Literally infront of them during the crushing stage?

Thankkkk you 😇

Oh, we all want a bit of jealousy in our lives. Who doesn't? Now, how would the ROs react to the MC who was being flirted with.....????

CRUSHING STAGE:

💛 Marcel

Oh God, my poor baby. He really wouldn't know what to do, but in the end, he would make the sacrifice of turning around while you talk to someone who seems to have your attention or what it looks like anyway. He would be your shoulder to cry on or just a best friend in general. When looking at you, he doesn't need anything else.

Marcel is mature and would rather not make a fuss, but that doesn't mean he doesn't care. Oh no, he will totally be staying awake the whole night thinking of you, or maybe you will find that he made you a cup of tea the next morning. Just a little something to get you thinking of him.

🧡 Margaret

The first thought that comes to mind is nervousness. She might have a few thoughts, like:

Why did I feel like I wanted to punch that person in the face? That is not very nice.

Margaret would be upset, and she would probably go to one of her friends (Marcel, Rosemary, Owen, or even Tai) for help. When she is told that she is jealous, she will be a bubbling sunshine mess. She has feelings for you, and how could she not? You're awesome! She would burst through the café door and jump into your arms, telling you how she felt.

♥️ Owen

Snarky comments, for sure, towards whoever is flirting with you. Scoffing at their personal interests—basically anything they could make a comment about, they would. Owen is really clueless about love—well, not clueless; he just wouldn't realize that this was a crush; he would just think he felt something off about the person.

If you were to ask him about it, he would just shurg his shoulders and say, "I don't have a good feeling about them, Lass/Duck/Lad." But when he looks into your eyes, Oh Boy, does he feel the heart beating in his chest. It finally hits him like a truck going ninety miles per hour, and he might actually choke when talking to you. With a confused look on your face, he would leave the shop.

Not again. Not again. 

💙 Rosemary

Rosie wouldn't think it was a crush as well, but she was just upset that this person was taking her attention away.

Rosemary would gently touch your arm or whisper in your ear, making the person talking to you so uncomfortable. When you were to turn around, Rosemary would give the person a little death glare and pull you towards her, telling you that you looked like you were going to fall.

When the person gets their order and leaves, in no time is Rosemary crossing her legs with class, and just like that, the problem is gone. Now give her the attention she deserves.

🩵 Tai

Denial. Anger. He would keep a stern look on his face as he insulted the person; if you were to ask him about it, his line of fire would land on you. With a few insults, he would leave the shop, tears not forming until he knew he was alone.

However, he would soon realize how much of an ass he was being and apologize to you the next day, but his mask was back up. All you would get is a monotone, cold apology, but an apology nonetheless.

💚 Zane

Zane would be foaming at the mouth. Zane would be glaring at the person so hard that if looks could kill, then that person would be dead on the spot.

When you turn around to get something, Zane looks at the person and whispers.

"Mine" 

If the person got the hint and left you alone, then Zane would leave it at that, but if not, oh, then you might see a missing poster in a few weeks. Don't cross Zane.

[landograndprix]

One time Zoe is sick during weekend when she is at Charles and she is crying and no one can calm down her. And at last Charles calls girlie cause he doesn’t know what to do and when girlie pick up Zoe can hear Lando and her mum voices and she instantly calms down for like two seconds cause why she can hear her mummy and Lando but she doesn’t see them

Now listen, I know he's been a shit father so far but I do believe charles knows what he's doing, sure he'll call girlie or his mom when he really doesn't know what to do but I do know this man loves his daughter despite everything. Is he still a shitty man towards girlie? Absolutely. Is he still that shitty father he was before? Absolutely not and y'know what, zoë is a real daddies girl..a spoiled brat honestly when you've got two of those dads 😭

like lads, I'm not trying to talk charles' behaviour towards our girl right but he's seen what he's done so far, he knows he fucked up and seeing girlie moving on with lando fucking norris hurts him more than he likes to admit and in his mind he's probably trying real hard to get his 2 girls back but he's just not doing it the right way 😭

[asiancuckcake]

My wife Hannah was a strong-willed, independent & domineering white woman. For most of our relationship, I kept quiet and made sure she was happy, it wasn’t worth the hassle and I got to live my own life peacefully. Over the last few months her behaviour became more obnoxious as she started to criticise and emasculate me in front of our friends. She would openly say I was Asexual because i didnt want to have sex with her. all the while telling them she was married to a boring old man. I laughed it off in public, but it was clearly a difficult and unpleasant situation. Still, I plodded on regardless and kept my counsel while she told me of all the young studs at her office, how they looked at her, spoke to her…..even flirted with her. I doubted it as she was...basic, reaĺly. I would come to find out most all white 'wo-men' are. I shrugged it off and said that I would be going out tonight, perhaps if she wanted to invite one of her young lads over, then she could. That seemed to enrage her and I smirked with self satisfaction as I headed out. A few days passed and her behaviour got worse, when we went out, she openly referred to me as Asexual....because i didnt want to have sex with her. Then kept asking if I knew what it meant…….I still kept calm andgood-natured, and I started spending my evenings out. My wife confronted me and demanded to know what I was doing, when I told her I was having an affair with a younger woman, she looked at me and burst into hysterical laughter. Several minutes of guffawing then she sneered at me. She was insecure around Asian Women, and actually told me - "Go ahead...get yourself an Asian Girl! See if she treats you better." I wasn’t worth anything to her, and in her covert narcissistic way, she felt there was nothing I could do about it. She wanted to play the victim. My younger girlfriend, who just HAPPENED  to be Asian, said "let your wife play the victim. I can help with that!"  My wife thought there was nothing I could do and indeed, I didn't. BUT my gf said there was something  she WOULD do...I just didn't know what. The weekend was quiet, serene and love was in the air. You see, I wasn’t lying. Gorgeous young Akiko was intelligent, kind and truth be told, had a wild side. As I was preparing dinner, she asked me to come up to the attic and see what she had done for me. The scene was perfect…..my bitch of a wife, naked, bound and severely gagged. The loose rope tied around her neck, held to the beams in her room. Her green eyes, red from the tears and the stinging lashes that Akiko had delivered. Her flabby tits clamped with cruel clothes pegs. The electrical tape was wound tightly over her head and under the chin, as well as over her mouth. A layer of microfoam tape held her sodden panties in her harsh mouth. Akiko made it clear she baited my wife to come to her place with some texts using both my phone and her own. All she said she had to do was leave the front door open a crack and the "stupid fugly white bitch" couldnt resist "catching" me in the act she said. Akiko said, "She came to see something  she thought woulf happen. I dont think we should disappoint her. She's a closet cuck after all anyhow. She confessed." Akiko asked if I like what I saw, as she stroked my cock through my trousers. My wife whined, seeing how objectively gorgeous Akiko was, and by comparison,  she made my wife look like a trans-man. As I got hard and I told her, "I took your advice". When Akiko unzipped my trousers and knelt down to mount me, my wife started to sob. Akiko spoke before I could actually & told her sternly her not to cry, she was still my wife - for the moment - but things would be different. Especially as Akiko later presented her with the new bridle gag & collar. In time, my white wife would be released to carry out the chores - in BOTH homes……household harmony was vital after all. 

[shunshunrika]

╰──╮YUUJI ITADORI - LOVE LANGUAGE ╭──╯

 *ੈ✩ A wholesome young lad. Any parent would want him as their son-in-law. You met him because you were in the same club and were smitten by how kind and communal he was. You fell first and started finding opportunities to be around him more. He was oblivious at first but when you outright confessed, he fell harder than you did. Eventually you came to be known as the 'parent couple' of the club and people would treat you like a married couple.

 *ੈ✩ He's the type who waits after school to walk you back home even if he lives in the opposite direction. Sometimes your schedules don't align he stays back anyway to walk with you. And no, he doesn't do this to get into your pants. He's a genuinely nice person who wants to ensure you get back home safely, especially if it's late.

 *ੈ✩ The type who plans weekend outings because he knows you don't have to many people who invite you out for things when you really want to go and have a social life. Eventually his friend group becomes your family too and beach trips, karaoke, arcade, evening walks - all become a norm of your life, just like you wanted.

 *ੈ✩ Gives you company when you are doing arduous tasks. He won't talk or bother you, he just sits in close vicinity, listening to music, reading comics or doing his own thing quietly while you work. His presence is comforting and makes the tedious task go by faster. You don't know what you'd do without him.

 *ੈ✩ He's bad at giving gifts. He really wants to. He's always short on money though because he doesn't have any family to give him pocket money. Once he picks up a part-time job just to scrape up enough money to buy you a Christmas present. You cry that day. You scold him first though and then start crying. You tell him that he doesn't need to buy you material things to make you happy, he could've just shown up with his puppy face and you'd melt.

 *ੈ✩ He's a good listener and has great memory when it comes to remembering things. Also has an iron will. You note how people keep calling him stupid and blockheaded, but he really isn't. He is quite caring and compassionate, and you love this part of him, rarely found in the smartest or the hottest boy out there. He remembers little things you tell him. He remembers all your problems and the streams of thoughts you have about those problems. He remembers all the expressions you make and all the times you'd bite your lip or fumble with your fingers.

 *ੈ✩ Learns to cook for you because he's concerned you don't eat enough and are always tired. Becomes pretty good at cooking actually as he's a natural. Cooks up various cuisines, multiple times a day and makes sure you are well fed and happy. Makes sure he's using the right ingredients with the right nutrition output to boost your serotonin.

 *ੈ✩ Once, Yuuji Itadori showed up outside your house in the dead of winter, because he was super happy for some reason. He called you and asked you to look out the window as he waved his hands frantically. When you finally see him, standing there in knee deep snow, he starts moving around, writing something in large letters on the snow.

"Happy Anniversary" he spells out and grins big.

You are speechless as you walk out of the house barefoot and hug him tight.

"Happy Anniversary, you idiot."

There may be many hot men like Gojo, or cool men like Megumi - but there is only one Itadori Yuuji and he's yours.

I love him so much!!! literally the best boy in the show. He deserved more attention y'all!!

[pjshermann]

what is your favorite part of the book?

The part where they resurrect Brother Luke and waterboard him with acid

Probably gonna be cliche but the adoption ceremony scene is my crack I think about it all the time and cry every day bc of it

Besides that, any scenes w Harold/Julia and Jude are my absolute favs. One of my really cherished ones that isn’t really a scene and is just sort of mentioned is passing is when Jude recounts a time he stayed over at Harold & Julia’s and came down with the flu, laying on the couch the whole weekend. There’s something so familial and sweetly domestic about the thought of Jude cuddled up on the couch and his parents are nearby to take care of him 🥲

I also really like any scenes from their first years in New York/Lispenard and any college flashback scenes. I wish we got more scenes of the silly young lads and their shenanigans in college/first years out of college. I just know they got up to absolute nonsense.

Some other teeny scenes that I just rly love

- Harold and Willem arguing over who’s gonna ask Jude to get more chips

- Jude and Felix scenes, especially when we see that Jude still follows Felix’s life as he grows out of his awkward stage and goes from being in a punk rock band (and Jude going to see the band to support his former student is so ❤️❤️❤️❤️) to a grown man with a big boy job.

- Mr. Douglass standing outside the bathroom to make sure Jude doesn’t fall while taking a bath. We didn’t see much of them, but the Douglasses were very wonderful, kind characters. I wonder if they ever saw their former ward (Jude) on magazine covers or heard about him in the press? They must’ve been proud, knowing what situation he came from and what he ended up achieving in life.

- Jude and his roommate CM, and the shenanigans their building mates got up to during Jude’s time studying at MIT/Harvard.

- The other boys’ childhoods. Willem being a ranchhand’s son in Wyoming, playing football and taking care of his brother. JB being a loved, spoiled kid, slowly budding into the talented artist he’d become. Malcolm being a little insecure, a little unsure of himself, wanting his parents (his father’s) approval.

- Harold’s memories with Liesl. Especially the one of her getting vomited on and being unbothered lmao

- The reunification parties with the Hoodies.

- Jude and Malcolm discussing renovations. Jude being the only one Malcolm loves to talk about these things to, because he’ll not only listen but he’ll really discuss the details with Mal, not just leave it up to him.

[blairamok]

I sent an ask earlier with a bunch of questions but I think they may have been consumed by the ether…so I’ll settle for just this one.

from wake-up to bedtime, what do A & C’s daily routines look like? (Can be on a competitive or non-competitive day, or both.)

oh no!! it must have because i definitely don't see it :(

their daily routines always have figure skating in mind, whether during the high season or low season. even when competitions aren't in full swing, they are still training roughly 20-25 hours a week, on ice and off ice, with exercise in between. but let's say they give themselves a break, like aziraphale likes to do on the weekends. aziraphale is always an early riser, no matter what. he starts his day with a cup of tea, mulls over his emails and messages like a good lad, might give social media a quick scroll. he does his stretches and he takes these very seriously, he's got an entire routine for this. he will either spend his day reading or out with anathema, window shopping, hitting up their favorite cafes and lunch spots. he likes to have a hot bath in the evening, where he truly pampers himself. and then it's to bed, where he's likely reading until the clock tells him it's time to shut his eyes. another thing to note is aziraphale does shows during the off season— this is his job, the main way he funds his skating outside of competition winnings and what little federation money he gets, so he's likely putting in extra hours on ice for rehearsals.

crowley stays in bed until the very last second he possibly can, to which he then rolls out of and immediately into the shower. he takes his coffee black and to-go, and heads straight to the rink. there may be an odd day he decides to say fuck it, i'm gonna sleep in, where he sleeps until about noon and then proceeds to watch golden girls until his brain guilt trips him into going to the rink for at least an hour or two (or do some artistic inline, his alternative to on ice training when he's feeling people averse). crowley probably spends more time at the rink than at home, so when he does come home he's tired and instantly flops into bed where he will either pass out, or search his name on twitter and find someone to pick a fight with.

an essential day in the life tldr; eat, skate, sleep. and try not to cry.