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T. Zegras - Disheveled Duckling

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Trevor Zegras x Reader

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Warning(s): Insecurities, and a tiny tiff

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“Whose decision was it to make Zegras the cover of NHL 23?”

“Tried and failed to make the new face of the league Trevor Zegras.”

“What an absolute joke.”

“Too flashy. Not enough skill.”

“Good thing the Ducks hired another useless player. I was afraid they might actually make the playoffs.”

“Wonder if he has to hold onto sh** when the wind blows”

“His girlfriend need a man’s man?”

“Holy shit!” I slammed the door to the house I’d slowly grown to love. Trevor and Jamie’s.

Jamie’s head shot up from the couch, startled and frightened by both my abrupt arrival and my anger.

“You good?” I heard him chuckle. No doubt nervous. I took my shoes off, locked the door, and turned to look at my boyfriend’s best friend. Silence filled the air around us. Jamie’s nervous smile immediately disappeared.

“It’s impossible.” My shirt was dripping with water, as were my hands. “And you didn’t even come outside to help!”

“Trevor’s car is really that unclean-able?”

“It’s yours! It’s your Jamie! What are you driving through?” His cheeks turned red. Trevor was out for a hockey game, but when I informed him that my work place was trying to schedule a late night meeting, and we hadn’t known how long Jamie was going to be at the doctors office, Trevor said he’d simply take an Uber. I felt bad when Jamie came home five minutes after Trevor had left. So I decided to go out and wash their cars for them. It was a nice day anyway, a little outdoor time hadn��t hurt.

“I don’t know?” I had managed to get Trevor’s car practically spotless before I had waxed it. But Jamie’s was something else. It had tiny asphalt pieces all over. Which was usual on a car, but I couldn’t scrape them away without chipping paint, and they wouldn’t just wipe away either.

The sun had begun setting mere minutes ago. I had given up on Jamie’s car. I was tired, I’d missed more of the hockey game than I wanted to, and now I was simply angry.

“You’re lucky I have a moral compass that says I shouldn’t hit injured people.” I grumbled as I left the living room, walking through the house to find mine and Trevor’s bedroom. I needed a change of clothes. Something comfortable.

I had been getting notifications for a while on my NHL app. I had only stopped to look at a few, but from what I’d seen, the Ducks were losing. Another reason to be stressed. Another reason to worry about my boyfriend.

I met Trevor when he played for the USA hockey team. We just happened to be in the same town and in the same pastry shop the night it happened. He was trying to order a bear claw, and I had let out a rather exaggerated sigh over the fact that it was the last one. We shared it over two cups of iced coffee.

After that, we became friends and remained so for a long time. The year he got drafted into the NHL, it seemed he’d been on enough of an adrenaline rush to ask me out. I said yes. He pursued his dreams while I pursued my own. Our paths of life ran parallel, but close enough to hold hands along our walks.

I’d been around long enough to see Trevor make records in USA hockey, get drafted, play in the AHL, and eventually join the league permanently. I’d also seen the rise and fall of his mentality as those years went by as well.

I couldn’t pinpoint when it truly started, but I would certainly say when the media began pushing to make him the new face of the league. That was when Trevor began to feel the anxiety.

To everybody else, he loved it. To everybody else, he ate up every second of attention he got. He loved the videos online, the commercials, the sponsorships and free stuff. And part of that was true. Trevor did love all of those things.

But people put so much pressure on you when they expect you to be the poster child of anything. It can change people. Hell, Sidney Crosby’s first year in the NHL was spent screaming at any ref he could over a call he didn’t like. Getting misconducts and penalties he ought not to. Good men can fall long ways under immense pressure. But when the spotlight is on you, all people want is to see you fall and fail. People want to see the hero bend and bend and eventually break.

Trevor loved the attention, but he despised the hate. He didn’t like opening his sports news apps to find articles on himself, and not having the impulse control to not read them. He hated posting something on Instagram, and going back to check a comment from a friend, only to find hate surrounding it. He hated hearing people he looked up to all his life’s putting him down left and right. He hated being misunderstood, but not given the platform to express his grievances. He had no right to discuss his feelings. Nobody would listen.

Perhaps that had been what made him feel like he couldn’t come to me. What made him pull away when I could tell he was tense and disappointed. It took me forever to really understand why he would come home looking so defeated. Looking like a parent who should have expected better from their kid. It took me forever to realize how much Trevor hated himself.

I blamed it on the publicity over and over again. They built him up so much, just to tear him back down. And I knew with each loss, there was a new article. A new post. A new video. A new comment.

My hopes were whisked away when I opened the NHL app to see the score. 5-1. Not a good look for the Ducks. Then of course, upon further inspection, opening the live summary of the game, I realized Trevor had his own ten minute misconduct.

I was never happy that he fought. That he got in people’s faces and picked fights with guys who could have pinned him down to the ice in one shove. But I understood somewhat. Trevor was just trying to look out for himself. Trying in his own short tempered way to be heard in a league that would not listen to him. But we both found through time that nobody was on his side other than his team and few friends.

“Jamie!” I tossed my phone down onto the bed as I grabbed a spare shirt and a pair of shorts. I quickly changed, the lack of response leading me to assume Jamie was ignoring me. I rolled my eyes as I walked back down the hall, stopping once I was in the living area and over the couch.

Not ignoring, somehow asleep. I worried sometimes about him and his pain medication. He was responsible with it, but I still worried. I gently nudged him. Easy to wake, per usual. And he couldn’t have been out that long.

I nudged Jamie again, watching his eyes flutter open. I gestured for him to move, and he quickly cleared a space for me on the edge of the couch. I sat and took the tv remote, turning the screen on.

“Have you had the game on at all?”

“No.. it’s been.. kinda- stressing me out.” I nodded.

“Trevor got into another fight.” Jamie wasn’t surprised. But he knew as well as I did that Trevor was struggling. On his own little broken sailboat, refusing help because he didn’t want anybody else to be caught up in his storm.

“It should be over by now.” Jamie shifted and sat up, leaning against the arm rest of the couch.

I found the channel and flipped it on. Sure enough, Jamie had been correct. I crossed one of my legs over the other, eyeing up the tv in search of my boyfriend. When I couldn’t find him, I assumed they had kicked him out of the entire arena for the last ten minutes of the game. Banished to the locker room.

I used to love games that took place in the middle of the day. Trevor would come home and we’d have dinner together. Then we’d curl up in bed and whisper for hours until we fell asleep. Now, games in the middle of the day meant there was extra time to avoid aggravating Trevor.

We sat in silence until the goal horn sounded, frustrated Ducks players exiting the ice. It was a waiting game now. One Jamie and I were happy to do together, so neither had to worry about Trevor alone.

“He’ll probably be fine.” Jamie broke the silence with a statement we both knew to be false.

“He hasn’t been fine.” I knew that in my mind, but my heart broke at the first confession of the fact. Trevor had been a wreck of emotions and I hadn’t been able to fix even one of his problems.

And he hid it all so well underneath that big smile. And all those jokes.

Jamie and I returned to silence not long after, but when we caught the headlights through the window, he had been the first to get up to leave.

“You should handle this one.. right?” I gave a nod in approval to his suggestion.

“I’ve got him.”

Jamie retreated to his room after that. Always only one call away if Trevor or I ever needed him. I was supposed to be one call away for Trevor too. Why didn’t he ever dial my number?

I waited for what felt like hours for Trevor to come inside. He never did. So I decided to see what was going on. I unlocked and opened the front door, surprised by the sight of Getzlaf’s car in the driveway. I could just barely make out the silhouette of two figures, one pointing at the other in a manner that looked tense.

I leaned in the doorway, and waited patiently before I was spotted. Getzlaf gestured, and Trevor climbed out of the car. He grabbed his gear from the back, and I heard his voice shout something to his old captain before making his way up the short drive to the door. I wasn’t sure what to say, so instead I stood there, staring at Trevor as his eyes met mine. He looked like he was waiting for something.

“Can I come in?” I was surprised by Trevor’s tone. Playful and lighthearted. I looked skeptical, but I nodded and stepped aside nonetheless.

“I was thinking we could do dinner? I miss that. Maybe- we could try.. like steaks? I know Jamie just got a pack the other day.” Trevor’s always been talkative, but this time it feels off. There was a sound in his voice I didn’t know how to place.

“Trevor I can’t cook steaks.”

“Let me do it.” I stared at him as he shut the door. He hated cooking.

“Come on! It’ll be fun! Let me take care of you.” I shrugged. What’s the worst that could happen?

Trevor insisted I sit at the table while he did his thing. I was hesitant, but I allowed him space nonetheless. Trevor tried to talk about the game a bit, but the bitter laugh that occasionally fell from his lips, and the sad sound in his voice usually caused him to stop before he got into any good details. He often stopped his own comments with something like, “guess it doesn’t matter anyway.” And the repetition of the phrase made me feel like it was a media interview. Like he was repeating and repeating just to get me to go away and stop asking questions. I hadn’t asked any in the first place. That’s what he was hesitant about.

“And the misconduct?” I hoped to look disinterested. Like it didn’t bother me, so I looked down at my phone. Trevor never turned to look at me.

“It was bullshit.” I glanced up at him. His shoulders rose slightly.

“What was it on?”

“You didn’t watch?” Trevor turned to look at me, and I don’t know why, but this time he seemed upset. I had missed games of his before… but this was the first in a long time.

“I was a little busy.” I smiled at him, hopeful to keep the clean car a secret until he could see it in the morning.

“No that’s cool..” he shrugged it off and turned back to the stove. It was definitely not cool, not to him, but he wanted to move on. So we moved on.

I listened to Trevor occasionally mumble under his breath about whatever he was making, the sweet smell of cooked meat filling the kitchen along with the sound of the sizzle of two steaks on the pan. I was certain I hadn’t missed out on Trevor learning how to cook.

Once they were finished, my boyfriend beckoned me over, and I was quick to join his side. He cut a piece and I waited for it to cool off before biting the tender piece of meat off the knife he held. At first it was perfect. Then it was oddly sweet. I made a face. Trevor noticed.

“What’s wrong with it?”

My eyes searched the various items and ingredients strewn across the counter. When I noticed it, I giggled.

“Trevor,” I nodded my head toward the container I used for sugar. I never labeled it because I knew what it was, and the boys didn’t use the big box of sugar I had set aside for baking.

“That’s sugar.” His face fell for a split second. Then he started to laugh. I thought about joining him before it all just felt off. Trevor’s eyes quickly adopted a glazed over look, his smile falling into a frown as the laughter ceased and an overwhelming look of grief overcame his features.

Trevor shook his head before turning the stovetop off. I reached for him while he reached for his keys in his pocket.

“Where do you wanna eat?”

“Baby no. We’ll fix this.”

“I don’t want to. Where do you want to eat?”

“Trevor.”

“I said I don’t want to!”

We didn’t get into fights much. We didn’t like to, but I couldn’t keep disregarding his feelings for his comfort. Something had to give.

“I love you, but you’re gonna sit your ass down and talk to me Trevor.”

“Fuck this.” He shook his head, tossing his keys onto the counter and turning to walk away.

“Trevor!” I snapped and followed him. “I am so sick of seeing you so- so sad! You have to talk to me!”

“I don’t!”

“Then who are you going to talk to? Huh?” Because I knew he was horrible at opening up.

“I don’t know! Nobody fucking listens!” I followed him all the way into our room, pushing the door shut behind myself.

“I’m listening!” I was desperate. “Trevor, I’m right. Here.” He turned to look at me. His anger eased into a blank stare, and it seemed my offer brought everything crashing down at once.

We stared each other down. Both waiting for the other to give up or make some kind of move.

“I’m so tired.” Trevor’s voice quivered, his lips pulling into a frown I hated to see. His eyes fell to the floor.

“Everybody’s so…” he drew in a breath. “Too much- it’s all too much.” Trevor sat down on the side of our bed, his head fell into his hands. “They hate me.”

There was a little kid in there. Devastated. Heartbroken that his heroes wanted him gone. That kids parents didn’t deem him a good role model. That he was ruining his own track record by trying to stay afloat. Trying to survive when nobody respected him. When refs pushed him around and legends dragged his name through the mud. Trevor just wanted to live his dream. He had fun before all the publicity. He didn’t need it, but it was forced on him.

“Nobody hates you.” I slowly made my way over, raking my hands through his hair. Trevor lifted his head to look at me, his brow furrowed and his cheeks red.

“Everybody does! I don’t want to be the guy everybody hates!” Trevor raised his voice, but I couldn’t be bothered to be upset. This was only the tip of the iceberg.

“They liked me..” his voice dropped to a mere whisper. My brow furrowed as I rested my hands on his cheeks, prepared to wipe tears as they began to fall.

“Huh?” I met his volume, Trevor closed his eyes tightly, swallowing the lump in his throat.

“They liked me.. and I ruined it.” Sure, he hadn’t been perfect, but even the aggressive egotistical asshole players had fans. This wasn’t Trevor’s doing. This was the media realizing they failed and then deciding to spin his story. To make him a villain.

“It’s all my fault.” His words were interrupted by a broken gasp, I guided his head to lean against my stomach, pushing a sigh past my lips as I tried not to get too emotional.

“Trevor, this is not your fault.” I ran one hand through his hair while the other held his head.

“I just can’t- fuck!” His voice was muffled in my shirt. “I don’t want this.” I glanced down at him again, my hands travelled to his jaw to move his head from my body.

Trevor’s eyes met my own. So sad. So lost. So broken.

“I don’t want hockey if it comes with all this shit.” He tried to bury his head back against my body, but I held his jaw tightly.

“Trevor.” I carefully moved forward, resting my legs on the bed on either side of his own. I sat on his thighs and pulled Trevor in for a tight hug. His hands gripped the sides of my shirt.

“You just have to be patient. They’re gonna test you.” I whispered against his ear as his head buried in the crook of my neck.

“They test me every day.” I sighed. I didn’t know how to help. “I mess everything up.. they don’t want me. They want somebody who can actually get shit done. They want somebody bigger and faster.. and stronger. They want what I’m not.”

I rubbed at his back with one of my hands.

“Trevor, nobody gives a shit about your weight.” I had never heard a single thing on it before. Sure, maybe his mom made a comment or two about how skinny he was, but it was more so commentary when she was trying to feed him. It never had anything to do with his job.

“Yes they do.” He was insistent. I knew this was a projection. Him trying to find a reason to blame himself for something he couldn’t help. Not everybody gained muscle easily. It wasn’t a bad thing. But to him it was. To him, it was embarrassing.

“I think you look great already. If you get too big, then you can’t lay on top of me any more.”

“That’s not the point.” My joke crash landed. It only seemed to frustrate Trevor more. “People just.. they say shit.” I rested one of my hands on Trevor’s forearm while I worked the other through his hair.

“Like what?”

“That I can’t keep up.. that I’m too scrawny. I need to ‘build up.’ But I can’t! I try and I can’t! I don’t know what’s wrong with me!” He sounded desperate. Desperate for answers I didn’t have.

“It’s genetics Trev. It’s not something you can help.” I knew he tried a million different things. Nothing ever worked. And I knew how hopeless he could get when he’d go to take a peek in the bathroom mirror, and see absolutely no progress. Trevor never had an issue with his body until people started saying things about it.

He’d always wanted to get bigger, but he was patient before. He was willing to really take his time. Now one comment could leave him in the gym for more hours on end than he ought to be in there for. One chirp left him laid down next to me in bed with a shirt on and a pair of pants, curled in on himself like it would somehow make him and his insecurities any less noticeable.

“Or maybe I just shouldn’t be playing hockey. Maybe I’m just not cut out for it.” His sadness had shifted into acceptance. Like he was ready to give up.

“They drafted you Trevor. People talked about you forever. People were elated to have you in the league.”

“Yeah. Were.“

“They still are.” I sighed. “So you have an attitude? They’ll get over it. You know how many people have said they love you? They love your personality, and your talent? You’re a new version of the game. A new type of style everybody is going to know you for.” I moved my hand from Trevor’s hair. I gently traced his jawline with my fingers, holding my breath at the sight of my disheveled duckling.

“What if it never gets better?” Trevor had thought about this more than I realized. I shook my head.

“It will. There’ll be some new hotshot they’ll idolize and attack. Some new player who takes a downward spiral that they decide to torture. This won’t be you forever.. you just have to stay strong while it happens. Okay?”

“I just wanted to play hockey..” exhaustion was evident in his tone. I allowed Trevor to rest his head on my shoulder again, his breaths were heavy from trying to hold back the tears that hadn’t fallen.

“It’ll all work itself out, Trev.” My voice lowered to a whisper. “They did the same thing to Jack.. they did the same thing to Crosby. You just have to handle it better.. that’s all. You know I love you, I just think they get under your skin too easy.”

“I know.” Trevor sighed.

“You have to remember to calm down sometimes. Nobody’s ever going to listen if all you do is yell and fight.”

“That’s what Getz said.” I had been curious, but at no point did I consider asking what Getzlaf had said to Trevor. It hadn’t been my place. But I was happy Trevor told me nonetheless. It was reassuring to know somebody else was telling him the same things.

“You need a stress ball out there or something.” I joked softly, running my hand through Trevor’s hair one last time before I rested my hands on his shoulders, pushing him back so I could see him.

Trevor mustered a sad smile at my words.

“Maybe you just need to chew on your glove like Jack.” I added, trying to go two for two. It seemed that comment earned a giggle from him.

“Or reach out and talk to him.” My tone took up a more serious sound. Trevor pursed his lips and nodded. “You guys don’t talk as much as you should. He probably gets jealous of Jamie.”

I went three for three the second I noticed Trevor’s smile widen, his eyes squinting as well when he laughed.

Silence enveloped our own little world. I tucked a strand of his hair behind his ear. Trevor seemed to finally relax.

“We’re gonna be okay,” I whispered as I gently placed my hands on his chest. Trevor picked up the cue to lay back as I propped myself up over him.

“And I love you.” I added softly, pressing a kiss to his collar. “And Jamie loves you,” Trevor smiled again. “And your mom, and your siblings, and your dad. And all of your friends all scattered about.” I climbed off of Trevor and slipped off the bed. He looked confused before sitting up to look at me, eventually standing as well.

“You don’t have to be perfect.” He stepped closer, resting his hands on my sides as my own slipped beneath his shirt to hold his hips. “Nobody needs you to become a body builder.” I continued. Trevor nodded slowly. “And nobody needs you to lose that attitude.” I wrapped my arms around his body beneath his shirt, gently scratching his back. His weakness. He loved back scratches. “Just keep being the Trevor I know and love. Just be yourself, okay? Everything comes after that.”

And everything did come after that. I didn’t want Trevor to lose himself or his confidence because of others.

After I got him settled, Trevor and I had cleaned the mess in the kitchen and I took him out for a quick dinner. We ate on some curbside, talking and laughing over nonsense. When we did get home, I had checked up on Jamie, prepared to ask if he was hungry before I found he’d been asleep. After that, I slipped back into our room and got settled in bed with him, flipping through streaming services until we found something to fall asleep to.

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poraphia · 9 months

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"Four Medium-Sized Coffees, One Big Fat Work Crush"

lvjy!wilbur x manager!reader 1457 words • 8.9.23 request by @mrssabinecallas! "lead singer will with a manager reader! they book all their performances and bring them coffee every morning, just happy to be there with Will and their friends"

requests are still open!! dont be shy :3 pt. 2 here <-

How to be a good tour manager: 1) Bring them coffee every morning 2) Don't fall in love with the lead singer

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Y’know, when I signed up for this job, I didn’t expect the roller coaster of emotions and action that would come with being an on-tour manager.

I especially didn’t think I’d end up falling for the lead singer of Lovejoy, William Gold.

I have been a stage director for concerts for a couple of years now since I graduated from university. I worked for different venues, taking up jobs such as being in charge of soundcheck and directing the lights. After years of hard work and a resume of experience, I was finally offered my first opportunity of being an on-tour manager for a rising band that was touring the world.

I have to admit, it was different. I was constantly away from home and on the road. The one thing genuinely battling this homesick feeling was the constant adventure and excitement we faced in every city. From sitting awkwardly in an Uber as the driver told us horrific stories, to running around the late-night streets tasting cuisines we had never heard of before.

I remember on the first day, I was a nervous train wreck. I spent most of that night pacing around my hotel room while occasionally practicing in the mirror how to greet the band, how to talk to them, and how to even shake their hand. It wasn’t until the peak time of 4 AM I decided that I should keep things simple (and that I should probably go to sleep because I had to wake up in three hours).

I met up with the band at our first venue for a soundcheck. When I got the text that they were arriving shortly, I ran to the nearest cafe and ordered four coffees, each with a simple shot of espresso, two scoops of sugar, and a cup of milk. It was basic, and it wasn’t guaranteed it would be something they’d love, but I was far too deep to turn back around and return the coffee. Plus, wouldn’t that be a super awkward situation? Oh, hey Mr. Barista! Sorry, can you refund me these four coffees after I walked in the blazing city heat for roughly ten minutes before—

“Hi,” A deep, posh voice caused me to snap out of my thoughts. I looked around, not even realizing I was already at the venue, and the man was holding the door for me. He was tall with disheveled curly hair and he wore a striped T-Shirt with some basic black jeans. Glasses rested on the bridge of his nose but more importantly, there was the guitar case slung across his shoulder.

“O-Oh, thank you!” I stuttered, rushing past him to avoid any more embarrassment. He softly chuckled behind me before closing the door. I turned around, half-smiling to shake off the embarrassing situation I’ve seemed to stumble in.

“You must be (y/n), right? Our manager?” He asked, his eyes trailing from my face to my lanyard, to the cardboard cupholders presenting four hot and fresh beverages.

“Yeah!” I exclaimed a bit too loudly. Guess that’s another check on the list for what will keep me up tonight. “I, uh, I got these coffees for you guys! Just to help you guys out with the jetlag and all…” I trailed off in the end. But thankfully, the man smiled and took a random cup, slightly pursing his lips to retrieve the beverage only to flinch back, laughing.

“Holy shit, this is hot.” He chuckled. I couldn’t help but laugh along as well. “Oh, fuck, where are my manners– My name is Wilbur, Will, William, honestly call me what you like.” He shrugged. “My other mates are right there and are practicing on stage right now. There’s Ash, Mark, and Joe.” He pointed to the respective person, each calling out their name.

We both began to walk toward the backstage area and continued talking. As Wilbur walked nonchalantly with coffee in hand, I struggled to catch up to his long strides while also maintaining the balance of the rest of the drinks. “It’s a funny way how we all became a band actually–” He turned around. Noticing my struggle as he spared a few milliseconds so that I may catch up. Will chuckled before continuing to walk at a much slower pace.

Once we arrived in the backstage lounge, I pushed the door for him with my back. He thanked me before walking past. “Oh, (y/n), I would like to mention something–” He said, turning his head to face me. I tilted my head, anticipating. “Next time you get us coffee, I’d like mine with two cups of milk!” He smiled. “Although, it is perfect as it is anyway. I’m sure the rest of the band would love it.”

As I watched him finish up his coffee and make his way to the stage, my mind was set on a new goal:

“Find out Lovejoy’s desired coffee orders.”

From that day forward, I brought them coffee every morning. From meeting them on the tour bus, at soundcheck, to even waiting in the hotel lobby. I would listen closely to what comments they would make. If Joe slightly mentions to Ash he doesn't like sweet coffee, I'll remember to add less sugar. If I heard Mark asking around for creamer, I'll remember to put more cream. My petty rule for myself was that I wouldn't dare ask them directly about their preferences. It was a fun little game for me, and it only took Wilbur a little over two months for him to notice.

Wilbur and I were sitting in the tour bus booth area going over the set list when he brought it up. "Hey, (Y/N), can I ask you something?" He said, tapping at his cardboard cup. I looked up from the piece of paper I was writing on to meet his eyes.

"I know what you're gonna ask– I've already asked the stage crew if we could add smoke for The Fall along with some more flashing lights during Warsaw." I explained, pointing at the paper with the pen I had in hand.

Wilbur let out a soft chuckle with the softest smile on his face. His hair covered a bit of his eyes but even then I could see the reflection of light making his pupils sparkle. His laugh caused a fluttering sensation in my chest. My hands and stomach tingled as if dozens of butterflies were dancing on my skin. Was I.. Getting flustered?

"No, no, I wasn't going to ask that." He spoke gently. I held my breath, a little embarrassed for my rambling. "Though I do appreciate it all. You've picked up so much about us as a band in just a couple of weeks." He held the end joints of my fingers between his grasp as he spoke, fidgeting with them as he talked.

"Oh, well…" I felt the blush creeping to my face. "that is kind of my job." I chuckled.

"Also you've been getting our coffee orders perfectly I've noticed. Mark was raving to me earlier about how good it tasted. Ash even posted it in his story." Wilbur said, reminiscing on his mornings with his friends.

I couldn't hold back the biggest smile on my face. It took every nerve of my body not to jump up on the table and do the goofiest, happiest dance of my life. Instead, I nodded and hummed, using my thumb to rub circles into his hand.

"I'm really glad to hear that. This is my first on-tour job, so here it's just–" I stumbled over my words trying to find the right phrases, but I was so overwhelmed with giddiness I just sighed. "Thank you…"

Wilbur looked back up to meet my eyes again. His cheeks were dusted with the slightest bit of pink as he examined bits of my face. I wanted to take in every feature of his as well. From the small mole near his eye to how pink his lips were. How pretty his lips are… they look so… Soft–

"(y/N)! Wilbur!" Mark called out from the other end of the bus. Immediately we pulled away from each other, sinking ourselves in our opposite-end seats from embarrassment.

"Yeah?! What is it, Mark?" Will called out, but he dared not to turn around to face him.

"We're in LA now! You guys ready for our last gig in the States?!" He asked excitedly.

Oh, God.

It was the last gig.

Which means…

I looked over to Will, who also had a slight shock on his face as if it slipped his mind as well.

This is it, I suppose.

Who was I to think I would get my happy rom-com ending?

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onmyyan · 2 months

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hello, i LOVE your writing and style and i took a social media break and came back and HOLY SHIT what a time to be alive

i got to thinking about your guys and i do love a reluctant darling, so ignore this if it makes you uncomfortable, so sorry if it does. but the guys doing the absolute m o s t to get this girl to like them. someone who maybe got a couple of rough exes and either knows what to look for and isn't looking for love. and the boys are just like :) oh :) to bad 💐 for you. they get her heart racing and she's a little nervous about it. shes got a mouth on her and aren't afraid to pop off on a rant about how she knows what they are (she doesn't)

Marcos? psh you'll cheat and laugh about it with your friends at some party. you think you can get away with it just cuz you're good looking? go find another person to piss off. and he's all like ☺️you think i'm hot😊😚 love the idea of her being a snarky bar tender at his favorite bar and they have a will they won't they sitcommy type relationship

manny? just buy the book and leave, girlies on the clock, no she doesn't care how good he looks on the motor cycle. totally not. definitely, definitely not. she doesn't worry when he goes really fast on it, it doesn't make her scared. girls just trying to get paid and get peace.

ricky? oh big strong man trying to boss her around? she doesn't need all that. she sees through that tough exterior and her rbf is worse than his. but it ain't resting. she's just loving life with her friends (who aren't as available anymore?? i wonder why??) and she doesn't care when he runs his fingers through his hair. she doesn't want to do that. she'll get her car fixed there- sure- but she won't like it.

gabe? sure he seems fun but ultimately she views him like a movie sequel, seems fun until about halfway through when you see it's the same plot as last time. no way is she falling for that old trick again. yeah he's nice, and and he helps her with groceries when he sees her walking with all those bags. bare minimum raise it, gabriel.

caspian? when's that other shoe drop? when does the sweet charming teddy bear end? (never)and yeah his pastries are delicious. and he's nice. and smells like cookies. and- oh fuck she's in love, better avoid him but SOMEHOW the man is everywhere. doesn't matter. she needs a night in, and yeah she misses him when she's in her place alone. little does she know how close he is. she won't be lonely anymore ☺️

ashley? she can fix up her own house, thank you very much. she's not interested in some old fashion cowboy and his old fashion values. or his arms. or the way he checks in on her, making sure she's settled in ok, finding her way around town, if she's eating alright and if she needs anything and woah- what's wrong with this door? he'll fix it and no. he doesn't want money. she doesn't owe him anything but, if she wants to grab a drink she's always welcome to join him. she won't be thinking about what would've happened if she took him up on that late that night. or how she made fun of his accent.

diego? WHY is there chickens on her door, and WHY is it w o r k i n g? and where is the shirt she was wearing yesterday? it's laundry day. feral fella makes sure everything's going alright and she's got everything she needs. she doesn't want some man following her around like an over grown puppy. or does she?

imagine them giving her they're number and getting a drunk text like

"you don't suck anymore ❤️" and they go feral

anyways hope you like that and are having a good day/night. i do wonder if any of them kidnap darling like in sharing is caring (my guess is ricky, ash, and manny in no particular order) and how they'd deal with a darling like this. have a wonderful day/night.

This is amazing and made me smile like a fool the whole time I read it!! Like wowiewowie you totally nailed the characterization of the guys and I love how sweet and nervous the reader is about this seemingly perfect dude ugh thank you for sending this baby in I adore it

#yananswers #anon submission #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #delmont brothers #yandere oc x reader #caspian delmont #gabe delmont #ashley hunt #ricky delmont #Marcos delmont #manny delmont #diego dumas

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hoshi-y · 1 year

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Could I please have Tsukasa x Reader lime? I feel like he would lick a lot 🙈

You smell pleasant.

Genre : Lime

Character : Yugi Tsukasa

TW : Heated Content

A/N : Oh my, Lime is my specialty but I can't promise it will be good, I feel like it too, he licks alot

This is just a short lime cause I do not intend to make it a very long one LOL I might make it into smut 💀

I hope you enjoy

be a good s/o and be quiet for me hm?~

You didn't know what was happening as everything has become a blur, everything felt like as if you were taking a bath in honey and milk, it was so sweet and ethereal.

"T-tsu.." Your hands clumsily land on his hair as you gripped it softly

"God you taste so sweet.. " He continued to abuse a certain spot of your neck as you held back making a sound "H-hah.. T-tsukasa.." He pinned your arms down as he kissed your jaw giving you another love bite

You two were just watching movies, until it ended up with you two almost shirtless and making out in his dark room as the movie you two left was playing in the background

Tsukasa sat you down on his lap as he held your waist firmly bringing you into a heated kiss, He licked your bottom lip asking for permission as you obliged you two fighting for dominance as you wrapped your arms around his neck

Pulling as a string of saliva was connected to your tongues, Tsukasa chuckled as he licked off the drool the the side of your mouth looking at you dazed state "My~ I didn't know you were this sensitive [F/N]" You couldn't say a word as everything felt so pleasant, You panted heavily as you layed your head on his shoulder your hands sliding off his shoulders and onto his chest

Tsukasa laid you back down as he pinned your hands down with one hand as he slowly placed both your legs on his shoulders as he proceeded kiss your jaw down to your collarbone leaving new and fresh marks

You were gripping, scratching, and letting out shy strings of moans and caling out his name making him feel energized cause he knows that you only acted like this because of him, and ONLY him.

He lifted his head up and admired his work, your upper half was filled with marks, you looked like your mind was floating somewhere else

"Hey now, don't go thinking of anything else~" He squeezed your thigh making you come to reality "W-why did you stop.." You mumbled shyly

"What was that? Can't quite hear you~" He teased, He watched as you groaned and looked bothered, He really gave you that much pleasure now didn't he

"Now now love~ we need to stop here cause I might go overboard hm?~"

"But what if I.. wanted.. to.." Your voice getting quieter and quieter as you put your sentence together

"Oh my, well.." He put your legs dowm from his shoulders as he slid a knee in between your legs, slowly lifting up your shirt "The night is still young.. ~"

It was a good thing you two were the only ones at his house, or else they would've heard your screams of pleasure and begging for him to do more.

But you did mentally prayed his neighbors didn't hear you

im, yes holy water

#toilet bound hanako kun #jibaku shoujo hanako kun #tbhk x reader #jshk #tbhk #jshk tsukasa #tbhk tsukasa #yugi tsukasa #tsukasa x reader

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ohtobeleah · 1 year

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Leah, hear me out:

Mickey and scratching (think picking out his favorite color and having them paint it on your nails and him going feral and begging you to scratch him)

😳 i think i need to take a shower now bye

Oh and it gets even better when you’re on annual leave and can actually have acrylic nails!

Warnings: This is Strictly Scandalous. Smut Ahead.

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“Holy fucking christ–” Hangmans eyes are wide as they can possibly go when hes turning around to see Fanboy pealing his standard issue black T-shirt up over his head. The group had just finished for the day, hitting the showers before heading back to their respective homes. “What the fuck happened to you!?”

“Jesus–” Rooster to crooning, smirking as he dips his head to hide his indecent thoughts. “Mickey, it looks like you've been mauled by a rabid dog.” There's deep red raw lines trailing up and down the expanse of his back. Littered with tight muscles. The sweat he’d worked up from today's session only made the memories of last night even more vivid in his mind as he tried to focus on the drills they'd been running. But it was no use, not when he knew you were at home, enjoying your annual leave time with that pretty baby blue colour painted onto the acrylics you'd gotten.

***~***~***~***~***~

“Ohhh fuck!!” Mickey swore up and down that if he had been standing? His knees would have buckled and given out beneath him as your nails dug into the muscular flesh of his back. “Shit—yeah you like that huh sweetheart?”

“Don’t stop, please Mickey don’t st—stop!” The way you dragged your acrylics down his exposed back as you clung to him, biting at his shoulder to stifle your moans as he drove his length between your velvet walls, had Mickey Garcia hissing at the painful delight. Your act had your husband hearing colours and seeing sounds. “Baby—baby harder.” When you asked for Mickey to rail you just a little more he wasn’t sure he could, purely because of the way you were already raking his back to the point of drawing blood as he held himself above you. The headboard smacking against the wall.

“I got you sweetheart I got you—“ There’s a brief window of time that Mickey contemplates if he can handle you digging your nails into him any harder than you already are—but then he catches a glimpse at your o face and he’s suddenly in heaven with all the will power and determination to be your designated scratching post for the rest of his life: “You want me to go a little faster huh?”

“Yeah—wanna be fucked dumb.” Holy shit holy shit holy shit you’ve never sounded so hot. This annual leave had really helped you relax a little.

“I can do that sweetie.” Mickeys leaning down to take your lips hostage with his own. Thrusting into you at a merciless pace. With the change of pace comes a gasp that escapes from the depths of your soul that had Mickeys orgasm pooling at the base of his shaft. “Ohhh fuck baby, scratch me—“

“Huh?” You’re asking when you wrap your legs around the small of his waist. Using your heels to draw him in closer and closer.

“Claw the shit out of my back baby, I’m so fucking close.” It’s damn near painful the way Mickey is whining, but he grits his teeth as he fucks you feral and sweat drips from his curls down into your chest. “Ahhh fuck!” You’re drawing blood, pulling him down onto your chest as he exhales a guttural moan so pornographic it puts Owen Grey to shame.

The marks are still there the next morning, swollen and red raw for his fellow aviators to witness when he’s getting ready for a shower.

“Y/n got acrylics—“ Is all he says to explain himself. Rooster looks at Phoenix with a raised eyebrow. She just groans in response and hits his chest.

“Don’t even think about it Bradshaw—“

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Strictly Scandalous // Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia

#ohtobeleah 3k celebration #strictly scandalous mickey ‘fanboy’ garcia #mickey garcia x female reader #mickey fanboy garcia #fanboy x female reader #fanboy x reader #avaleineandafryingpan ✨

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meetmyothersouls · 1 year

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How are you darling? I have a request from Santa here, if you like it and want to do it. The reader finds a very cute Tim/ Santa putting her presents under the tree. But she doesn't have cookies for him, so she treats him to some dirty fun.🎄💚 And he's so busy all night, he needs to relax…..Merry Christmas dear!

Ahhh a Christmas request! I'm so excited! I'm not sure if I went the way you were expecting, but I hope you like it anyway!

The Man in Red

Warnings: smut, tit fucking, holiday themed, reader who doesn’t like Christmas, not proof read

It's finally almost over.

After months of hearing the same monotonous songs, dealing with people that are either overly jolly or horrendously rude, and seeing the same annual annoying decorations, your least favorite holiday is almost over.

Christmas. In case you need any further clarification.

You aren't sure why you dislike it so much.

It could be because you've spent every Christmas alone for the last ten years. Loneliness does tend to make one grow bitter...and ten years of it has made you detrimentally so. That, at the fact that Halloween has always been more your speed when it comes to holidays. Either way, it's Christmas Eve, and after tomorrow, you won't have to worry about hearing another Christmas song until next November.

Fuck yes.

You take a long shower after work, throw on your favorite oversized, old band t-shirt you got from 2009 Warped Tour and climb into your bed with a cup of spicy chicken ramen you've been waiting for all day, and attempt to find something on TV that isn't a Christmas movie, special or cheesy episode from a series. The task proves easier said than done when pretty much everything on TV tonight is, of course, Christmas related.

You fall asleep with your half-eaten cup of ramen in hand. A gentle thud in the far corner of your apartment wakes you. You jump in your bed; the remainder of your ramen spills out onto the floor as you hear heavy footsteps travel across your floor.

“Fuck,” you whisper.

The footsteps stop.

They’ve heard you.

You slide out of your bed, careful not to slip on the now cold noodles pooling on your floor and grab the bat you keep underneath your bed. You never know when you might need to beat the shit out of an intruder.

Enough time and silence go by for the footsteps to pick up once more, assuming you have fallen back asleep. You creep down the hall, bat in hand, and poke your head around the corner. It doesn’t take long to catch a glimpse of your burglar. He’s tall and skinny and wearing all red.

Odd.

Aren’t criminals and burglars supposed to be concealed? Don’t they usually wear like camo or black? This dude has got on a full red ensemble. Complete with skintight red satin pants and a matching red top that leaves little to the imagination. At least form the back. And he’s carrying something...something that resembles a sack.

The not so inconspicuous stranger looks around your apartment in search of something. He sets the sack down and it clatters loudly. It’s filled with many items, by the looks of it. He scratches his head and it’s almost comical. You start to relax, thinking this dude is obviously not a threat, but you catch yourself. Maybe that’s what he wants you to think? Luckily, you aren’t that much of an idiot to fall into traps set up by men who want to do you harm. Harmless men don’t sneak into people’s houses in the middle of the night...with giant sacks.

You sneak up behind him, your bat in the ready position, and just when you go for the swing, he speaks.

“So, you mean to tell me, not only did you not put up a Christmas tree, but you’re also going to beat me with a bat?”

You freeze. He’s not even turned around how does he know-

The man in red turns around and your heart stops as well as your breathing...and your thoughts. Holy shit he’s hot. Your mouth hangs open and your arms go limp, sending the bat to the floor. He catches the bat with one hand before it lands and uses the index finger of the other to close your open mouth.

“So...what you don’t celebrate Christmas?”

“Huh?” You ask, half dazed in all of his glory, half genuinely confused.

“Christmas, you know the holiday? Put up a tree, Santa comes. You know! Christmas!”

Your eyes travel up and down this man’s body. The red outfit...the sack...he doesn’t have a beard or white hair...but...

“Are-are you...S-Santa?”

He stares at you. Stone faced and arms crossed before buckling over and laughing. You feel embarrassed, so much so you want to run into your room and hide. You cannot believe you just asked such a stupid--

“No, no. Santa’s my father,” he says, collecting himself to answer your question.

“What?”

“Santa’s my father. I’m his son, Timothee, buuuuut you know he’s getting a little old and needs help so. Here I am,” Santa’s son spins, showing off his bare back. “But what I’m trying to figure out is, why there’s not freaking tree here? I’m supposed to leave you these presents, and I’m legally not allowed to place them here without a tree.”

You open your mouth, but he keeps talking.

“You see apparently Christmas trees are like a ‘hey it’s okay to leave me a bunch of shit in my house and I won’t call the cops’ but if you don’t have a tree then...why do you look so confused?”

“I....because I am. What the fuck is happening?”

Timothee stands up straight, pulling his feet together and holding out a hand.

“Hi, I’m Timothee. You can call me Tim, Timmy, the elves call me Lil Timmy Tim. I’m Santa’s son. I’m here to bring you your presents.”

It’s at this time, you see his eyes travel down your body and you remember the only thing you’re wearing is an oversized t-shirt. You pull it down further, attempting to stretch the fabric to your knees. You only look back up when you hear his black boots clunk against the floors again.

“Actually, by the looks of it. Maybe you don’t celebrate Christmas.” He pulls out a chair from your dining room and sits in it. “Maybe I should show you how this Christmas thing works, hmm?” He pats his lap with a single hand. “Come. Come tell me what you want for Christmas.”

Your face his hot--no--your entire body is hot. And Timothee’s words are igniting something deep within your core. Then, you’re walking toward him, even though everything in you would normally run the other way and lock yourself in your room. You turn your body and sit on his lap, like a child would sit on the actual Santa’s lap. You’ve seen it a million times in malls and did it at least 10 times in your life as a child.

You feel his leathery gloved hands on your waist followed by his voice.

“Mmmm. Now, I can’t see you when you sit that way, now can I? Be a good girl and turn around for me.”

You stand, and Timothee’s hands stay on your waist, helping you turn to face him.

“You want me to sit facing you?”

He nods and pulls them hem of your shirt until your straddling his waist on your dining room chair. Timothee shifts in the chair, adjusting himself beneath you. You can feel him firm underneath you.

“Now, tell me, have you been a good girl or a bad girl this year?”

You feel yourself grow damper with each word that falls from his mouth.

“I...I don’t know,” you whisper.

Timothee smirks and hikes your shirt up around your waist, exposing your panties.

“By the looks of it,” Timothee whispers back. “You’ve been a bad girl. Do you think it feels that way too?”

You nod.

“Should we find out?” His words come out like as sultry as the satin he’s wearing.

You nod again.

His fingers fumble with the hem of your panties until he’s able to slide a finger along your core, earning a small whimper from you. He pulls it out and it glistens with your arousal. You watch him intently. You watch him as he takes the finger he dipped into you with and slides it into his mouth, sucking it clean.

“Mmmm,” Timothee groans. “You taste like one too.” His hands go to your thighs, moving you against the hard form under his pants. “Do you know what I want for Christmas?” He asks.

“Wh-what?” You whisper.

“To hear what you sound like when you cum.”

You moan softly as he continues to grind you against him. Your clit pressing against your panties with each motion. Sex with strangers isn’t normally your thing, but this feels so right and good in this moment, and he smells like a delicious mixture of hot chocolate and peppermint. You can’t help but give in.

“So what are you waiting for?” You say, shocked at how confidently it came out.

It takes less than a minute for Timothee to pull his cock out from his pants and you wonder how many women he’s whipped it out for tonight. You shove the thought aside as he tears your panties off of your body and pulls your shirt off. He groans in almost a whine as your tits bounce free.

“Fuuuuck,” he groans, wasting no time as he guides his cock into your entrance. He inches himself inside of you and every inch you take stretches you gloriously. Timothee’s eyes close and he grips your waist as you slowly start to ride his cock. You use a number of motions; you roll your hips against him, feeling him hit you in the right place with each forward motion. You bounce on his cock in various speeds and judging by the way his mouth hangs open, he really likes it. You feel yourself tighten around him when he brings a finger to your clit and rubs it in slow, steady circles. Your body shakes as you cum around him a pool of wetness covering his cock.

“I’m cumming. I’m cumming,” you whine, making sure to throw in a few extra whines and moans as you do, just so he can get his Christmas wish.

Once you come down from your orgasm, you slide off of his cock. He watches every move you make as you get on your knees in front of him.

“Lemme give you one more gift,” you say as you press your tits together. His cock is glistening with your cum and it’s just the right amount for you to do this for him. You slide his cock between your tits and bounce on your knees, fucking him with your boobs. Timothee throws his head back, bucking his hips as your tits work his cock. He looks down at you, letting out a guttural groan as he his cock twitches twice and shoots your neck with cum.

“Okay,” Timothee says, breathless, “I think I can forgive you for the tree.” He tucks his half flaccid dick back into his pants. He steps into the kitchen and looks around. “But I’m not sure I can forgive you for the lack of cookies.”

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stxrmylxve · 11 months

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First: I'm sorry, I know you just stated an event and I've been sending a bunch of requests, so PLEASE take your time and put off anything you need to! Never feel obligated to fulfill a request if you've got other stuff going on, I promise I'm understanding of the fact that we all have lives and other things going on in them.

Second: Apologizing a second time, because I decided to send this one in (I had it saved in my drafts and was going to scrap it) because I got really sad and needed some comedy.

Kazutora, Mikey, Chifuyu, Baji, Kokonoi, and Draken with an S/O who playfully runs away from them when they're about the be questioned regarding pranks being pulled on them (I.E. hiding Draken's tools in unusual places, putting sticky notes on their clothes with funny messages that make others giggle, drawing cat whiskers on Chifuyu with washable markers but while he sleeps) S/O be like: "Wha? WHO DID THAT? Uh-uh, not me, NO sir! Innocent till proven guilty," and if they chase S/O: "AAAAAH IT WASN'T MEEEE!"

A/N: sorry for the late answer, life hit and holy fuck it is unnecessarily stressful sometimes huh?

Kazutora:

What you did: Left a funny note on the back of his shirt

okay kazutora wants a good start back in life, and when people start laughing at him it makes him a little suspicious again

he has no clue what he is wearing half the time, muchless cares to looks for a message

…why do i feel like he might get a little mad?

in private, ofc

he would rant about it to you for a good while and it is hard to keep your composure

“…you wrote it on my back?”

… he chases you for hours, beware.

Mikey:

What you did: Didn’t give him a flag on his food

you’re his flag person, how could you forget a flag for him?!

throws a damn tantrum and calls up draken so that he will come to bring the flag for him

”you don’t have my flag? …why.?”

he gets so sad oml

“I just forgot it, that’s all. It’s in my bag at home…”

he glares at you for a good day or so (or more)

Chifuyu:

What you did: Drew a cat in sharpie on his chest

chifuyu shows his chest at meetings. okay that sounds weird. he goes on rants and for some reason breaks out his chest and wabam, there is a huge cat face he didn’t know about on full display

mikey has to stiffle a laugh since this is an official meeting, but chifuyu flat out leaves

”did you seriously draw on my chest last night?”

”me? noooo, I would never. Hey i gotta go walk peke j outside to go swimming, i gotta go-“

poor baby

Baji:

What you did: Hid his favorite hairbrush

this man is a DIVA and will FIGHT for his hairbrush

anyways, hr gets so pissed and reminds me of inosuke randomly yelling

”WHO THE FUCK TOOK MY HAIRBRUSH”

… you’re the only one in the house. obviously it was you. duh.

he questions you day in and out trying to solve the ‘mystery’, but when it shows up mysteriously the next day, he tackles you again for questioning

no literally, tackles you onto the bed and asks you sm 💀

Koko:

What you did: stored a wad of cash for tonight’s dinner/shopping elsewhere

he doesn’t really care until you throw a fake fit saying how much you had been looking forward to paying in cash for your stuff

then he perked up, but got nervous instead

he often misplaces things, but never his money. thought it wad a robbery and checked the cameras, only to find you snooping around

he is fine w it though, he even plays along and acts dumb

”you know i saw you on the cameras, right?”

”me? no. that was my.. sister, koko. we looks identical heh.”

Draken:

What you did: ‘Accidentally’ misplaced a few of his tools

you can not be playing games the man is on a TIME CRUNCH

he flips the whole shop upside down before you rush in to stop with panic

”baby it was just a prank! they’re over there.” you usher him to a corner where everything was neatly places, and a huge sigh escapes his lips

not only was everything there instead of robbed, it was all still organized neatly enough to his liking

he has a different approach and pecks your lips with a small ‘thanks’ before going back to work

a total mystery 💁‍♀️

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customizedstore · 8 months

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Christmas Cake T-Shirt, Tis the season Christmas T-Shirt, Christmas T-Shirt, O Holy Night T-shirt

#Christmas Cake T-Shirt #Tis the season Christmas T-Shirt #Christmas T-Shirt #O Holy Night T-shirt #ChristmasShirt Christmas Shirts #Christmas Shirt #Family Christmas #Happy Christmas #Merry Christmas #Most Wonderful Time #Christmas Gift #Christmas Tree #New Year Shirt #Farm Fresh Truck #Family Christmas Tee #Christmas Squad #dead inside shirt #skeleton Christmas

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alltimefail-sims · 1 year

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Hey! I was wondering if you could link some masc, toddler and children cc, if not thats ok i totally understand:D, i hope you have a great day/afternoon/night!

Hello! 💕 Of course, that's no problem at all! I'm just going to make a long list with some creator recommendations if that's alright with you! I will warn you... it's a long post lol. I went into my downloads folder and pulled creators that I noticed appeared frequently. Obviously there are probably some great creators I missed, but I did try to feature as many as I could think of!

Note that I'm a maxis-mix simblr, so some of these might lean alpha (with the exceptions of hairs, I exclusively use maxis match hair). But if you are against alpha all together, just ignore those suggestions obviously haha!

more info below ↓

@darte77: just scroll down their patreon posts, they are one of the holy grails of my masc sim cc.

@gorillax3-cc: so many good masc frame clothes on their website.

@qrqr19: hairs!

@johnnysimmer: hairs, lots of great hairs (has child versions of their hairs, too!)

@christopher067: a few simple but fashionable masc frame tops and bottoms along with a wide array of masc frame accessories (jewelry that usually works on both m-frame and f-frame).

@plushxsims: clothes, pants chains and belts, kind of edgy and I like that (leans alpha).

@sforzcc: even if I'm doing a "vanilla" playthrough, their cc usually stays in game lol. The pants and shirts variations are my favorite. Added bonus that the t-shirt variants are perfect because you can have a group where they all wear matching shirts but have the realism of reflecting personality (one person might wear a crop and one might not, someone might roll their sleeves someone might have holes in their shirt etc. but they can all have the same design and I like that personal touch of realism for like werewolf packs and such but I digress).

@softerhaze: specifically this pack they just put out. Great basics, very versatile, looks good on a wide range of masc frames.

@wistfulpoltergeist: lots of versatile male hairs and accessories.

@ceeproductions

@liliili-sims4: huge section of masc cc (even has a male cc pack). Love the unisex scarf accessories.

@amelylinaa*: does upload on simsfinds/simsdom, so warning for that, but lots of good clothes.

@aharris00britney: Obviously they make a lot of fem frame cc too, but I have every single male item they've ever created in my game because it is really well done.

@dyoreos

@gorillax3-cc

KK's Sims 4

@okruee: some of my favorite male hairs

@wyattssims: has two menswear fashion packs with a lot of content in each, just really good maxis match pieces.

@evellsims and @regina-raven both have some great goth maxis match cc that has fem frame and male frame variants, so it's versatile and not so "in the box" of atypical "average-joe" jeans and flannel, if you're into that!

@the-crypt-o-club: More punk/goth/edgy staple pieces for masc sims. Really unique cc with a ton of personality and versatility.

@clumsyalienn: they do a good mix of male and female cc. I have everything they've ever put out in my game tbh and their masc hair and clothes are versatile (they even have some great accessories for male sims as well).

@joliebean and @ice-creamforbreakfast: again, masc and fem cc. But their stuff is great quality and unique, they really hit formal wear for dudes, a category which I think is lacking in game imo.

@happylifesims: they have some great vintage pieces that also work for more intellectual or professional masc frame sims.

@pralinesims, @greenllamas: these two have a wide variety of cc but their beard packs for male sims are my go-tos because they have varying thickness and textures.

@simandy: all of their cc is great, but specifically this pack for male sims is a must have. The hairs in it are *chefs kiss*.

@igorstory: lots of facial hair

Gonna admit this section and the kids section might look short but that's because a lot of toddler creators also create child cc and likely fall in the "additional" category below!

@casteru: you literally can't have a cc rec list for toddlers and not include them, as they cover a wide array of basics. To me, they are the golden goose of toddler cc.

@rebekhanasims: cute clothes, great accessories (pacifiers, bonnets, hats, headbands).

@thecrybabystore

@georgiaglm: has some child pieces sprinkled in, but mainly toddlers.

@powluna

@ravensim: hairs, a few cute accessories like a crown, missing shoes, etc.

@madlensims: a lot of fem frame cc, but they have a ton of cute toddler and kids stuff, too (accessory backpacks and clothes).

@daisy-pixels: clothes cc. Super easy to navigate their patreon as you can just go to their "child" tag and download what you like.

@onyxsims: they do toddler cc, too! Huge variety.

Simiracle

C-Cerberus-sims: hair conversions folder HERE (their account doesn't exist on Tumblr any more). I pretty much exclusively use their hair conversions tbh.

@tommeraas-cc: has toddler cc, too!

@maytaiii: hair conversions and accessories (their crown and little face band-aid they just uploaded is so adorable).

ADDITIONALLY (specific things that fall in multiple categories):

@nucrests: child cc packs and loads of masc frame cc.

@simkoos: similar to nucrests, they have a good variety to child cc and masc cc (but they also have a few toddler items as well. The child items are my favorite though as they are unique and versatile).

@jius-sims have two children and toddler shoe collections that I recommend, and they also have two men's shoes collections!!

@lazyeyelids: they have a lot of great child cc and teen-elder masc frame cc.

Some of the old CC sets by @plumbobteasociety cover toddlers, children, and masc frame sims (I have cottage garden and rustic romance in my game). Obviously they have been inactive for a while, so hairs are missing the new swatches but the clothes and accessories are still very much worth it.

@rustys-cc: mentioning them because while they do make a lot of fem frame cc, they also have a sprinkling of hidden gem child and masc frame cc that is unique and well made (hairs/accessories/and outfits).

Vintagesimmer has some great cc for kids and toddlers that I enjoy, but it can lean alpha/maxis mix so if that's not your thing I'd stay away, but still thought they were worth mentioning!

@giuliettasims makes great accessories for fem sims, but for toddlers and children too.

Skin Details, overlays, presets blurb: I didn't really talk about these things because I consider them to be in their own category; I'd have to make an entirely different post on my genetic cc (I find everyone has their own method on this that works with their style). Additionally, a lot of skin overlays for masc sims aren't made specific to gender. This is usually true with age too, in the case of toddlers and children. However, I will note some general things I like that might fall under this category:

This hair overlay by @zombietrait changed my life because it helps unify the dark hair swatch more than anything or make the dark brown swatch true dark brown and etc. If two hairs in the same swatch don't match, this almost always fixes the problem.

THIS gray hair overlay by @sunnybelloria (works for fem sims, too) is necessary. Also THIS graying beard accessory for masc sims by @igorstory is my fave.

Paint/dirty hands and face makeup by @aroundthesims

Holy crap that was long lol but I hope this was helpful ❤️. I think I'm at max for links/tagging and I don't want Tumblr to have a crap attack, so I'll stop here. Anyone feel free to add on to this or reblog with your own additional suggestions!

Thank you for your ask!!

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simon-x-billy · 8 months

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Simon x Billy

Year of the OTP: August

August Prompt: AU of my choice

AN: I think this might be my favorite chapter, even though it’s a shorty. I dunno, they’re just so frickin adorbs (in my mind at least). It also occurred to me that my chapters don’t have to be 9K words long. I really only needed 3K about what happens next. TW: Very mild sexytimes coming in at a tame 😈 1 horny purple demon on the smut-o-meter. But it is boy+boy, so if mm fiction offends, then please be aware that this is mm fiction. Masterlist || ao3 || Prev || Next

Chapter 8: So that happened…

————/Simon/————

The bed just shifted, which is weird. I open one eye just the tiniest little bit.

Holy crap, it’s Billy, there he is. Look at him. My God, how can he be even hotter today? Maybe cuz today I know what he looks like when he-

I groan, and then freeze. His fingers twitch. Shit, did I wake him up? ‘Please God, don’t let this be weird, please don’t let it be weird, please don’t let it be weird,’ I repeat over and over in my head like a mantra, til I see his eyes flutter open.

We stare at each other. Oh fuck. Oh fuck fuck fuck, did we fuck everything up? I don’t want to go back to not knowing this man. That would be tragic. And it would suck, too. I need to prevent that. I slide my hand toward him slowly, stopping about half way, and wait to see what he’ll do. It’s tentative. And also the most terrifying seconds I think I’ve ever lived.

Billy quickly and calmly reaches out for my hand. I think I might pass out from relief.

“Shut up and come ‘ere, Lewis. Yer thinkin too loud.”

He calls me Lewis and bosses me around with that sleep-roughened voice, and my morning semi is now solid wood. I think I might’ve just gotten…moist.

“I think you might’ve just discovered a new kink,” he observes.

“So what if I have?” I reply, shifting closer. As directed.

“I’d accommodate it. If I had to. It’s a hardship, I know, but I’m thinkin you’ll be worth it.”

How does he just bust out with something all suave like that? Oh my god. Billy’s suave. I can’t believe I just got to use that word in a sentence. In my head.

“Billy. Stop being funny. You’re no good at it.”

“No?” he yawns, as he stretches.

“Are we teasing each other?” I tease. “Is that what this is? Do you feel teased?”

He gives me a drowsy grin. “Titillated.”

I grin back. How is he so good at this?

I let my eyes run over his chest and down his long, lean form, and bust out laughing when I realize the shape we left him in last night. His head and one arm are still wearing his t-shirt. One leg’s naked, except for his sock. The other is missing a sock, and his jeans are still hanging off his ankle. He’s in the exact position he fell asleep in. Never moved. Just conked out and now here he is lying next to me, looking all…magnetic. I’m in trouble. So much trouble.

I flash back to last night and my impatience to get at his skin. How I practically mauled the man like a rabid bear. At least I was a sexy rabid bear. Roar. And hot damn, it just occurred to me how much I liked seeing him not 100% in control all the time.

He watches me in amusement. I amuse him. His entire face does that twinkling thing.

Time to see what those jade eyes really look like, up close in the daylight. Oh man, it’s like looking at the sun with those things. I can’t see them anymore, cuz they’ve narrowed to slits.

“Lookin for something, Simon?”

I’m laying with my nose barely an inch from his.

Until he flips us, holding me to the bed with his palm against my chest, and looms over me. Somewhere between there and here, his bits of clothing came off. Which is good. Very good.

He’s got the most wicked look on his face, and I realize I want to wipe it off with a range of body parts. Leave him panting, begging for more.

“If you can make me want to beg, I promise, I’ll beg.” It’s like he’s found purring-cat in his vocal range, and it’s making my cock drip onto my stomach. I can feel it.

Oh God, he’s coming in for the kiss. I’m holding my breath, because kissing? That’s……….kissing. That’s different.

No? No. He continues right past me, with his forehead pressed to the pillow beside my head. His ear is just barely touching mine. Like a soft rustling and a slide like suede. Ears? Ears are weird.

I don’t know why I’m relieved that he didn’t go in for the kiss. That would have made all this a little too real. And this does not get tagged real. Nope, this gets tagged escapist fantasy.

At the club, he’d grabbed me and held me against him, and now he’s holding me against him again. His entire body is pressed to mine, and he’s dragging his cheek across my jaw. The stubble is…..it’s crazy how much I like it. My breath escapes me as he presses his hips against mine.

Let’s go a little faster, Delaney. I kick his feet apart, slide a foot between them, and pull him by the ass in two handfuls, hitching him up my leg. He laughs and all, but fuck, he’s hard for me. And he’s left a smear of precome up my leg. It trips my breath.

I get a growl in return. It abruptly gets louder when I pull him tighter against me and roll. Holy fuck, what a rush. He drags in a swift, hard breath. And he no longer needs me pulling at him to get him to grind against me as hard as feels good. I feel a rumble come from my chest.

“All right?” he murmurs. His eyes can’t seem to stop focusing on my mouth. God, I’m tempted. “Hm?” he hums into my ear, then shivers when I send my fingertips smoothing up his spine and down again. Miles of warm skin beneath my fingers.

Oh, god. He’s just…..and….cuz fuck that feels good. Repositioned legs, cock against cock, and he’s rhythmically rubbing one off on me. All lined up, sliding against each other. “Why does that feel so good?”

He doesn’t bother answering. He just moans, all high and breathy, voice almost a whisper every time the heads glide past each other.

I spread my hands over his flexing shoulders and send them searching his bare skin for every movement, every shifting of muscles as he holds himself over me, and his breathing grows hoarse. I’m not used to hearing a male voice making sounds like this.

“Simonnnnnn. God, I’m actually close . Could come just frommmmmhhm this. You close?” He slides a hand under my ass to get the angle he wants from me.

I grunt and I grate out, “I’ve been ready since last night.”

His voice shudders and he’s got me locked to him. He’s got torque behind that grind and I fucking love it, his hardness against mine.

“I’ve got you close, too, haven’t I,” he rumbles low in my ear. “So close. Just from thi- sssss- nnnhhhhhhhh.”

Not close enough. My hips pick up speed, and I put some finesse in the roll as the heads pass each other. I can feel him suck in air. That simple change is enough to make him gasp, shudder. He mewls and convulses, grunts and convulses. I watch, fascinated, as I push him over the edge.

Oh God. Billy Delaney’s come face is epic. The expression. The stuttering breath, the slightest bit of voice with each ragged gasp. The sounds I’m pulling from him, I’m - unghhhh , and now there’s that slippery slide. God I love it, the feeling of heat glowing in my extremities, racing toward my center. And the center of everything is my cock. “Ssssso ready, pllllllleeeeasemmmmfff.” My breath stutters to a stop and-

“FffffffffUCK!” I’m shocked by the force of it when I come. His hips keep moving steadily through it all, til we’re both overstimulated. Just grinding and we’re this explosive together? A drop of perspiration falls from his chin to mine, and he’s breathing each gasp with me. “Fuck,” I whisper. I have no voice.

He nuzzles me, and I feel him whisper, “Yeah,” across my mouth. It would be so easy to kiss him. I think I might want to. My mouth certainly wants to.

Too late. Billy’s saying, “Aw, man, that’s uncomfortable,” after shifting his weight.

It dawns on me that I’ve just blown my load without even touching my dick, like I’m back in middle school. “That was awesome,” I state the obvious. “But this is not. Oh god, that feels really gross, actually. I think you blew your load directly into my pubes.”

“I think I might have done.” He looks down. “Yep. We’ll soon be glued together by the short hairs, the longer it cools.”

“Great imagery, Billy. Way to kill the mood.”

“Right?” he agrees.

Suddenly I feel a little shaky. Like everything is just a little off. My balance, my brain. “I just rubbed one off on you,” I say, thoughtfully. He looks up, apprehension stealing onto that beautiful face.

“And I liked it.”

————/Billy/————

Oh thank you, Jesus. Thought he was about ready to shrink in on himself with recriminations. But no. Simon Lewis liked it.

“Yes. Good, yes. Good,” is all my poor excuse for a mouth is able to spit out. It’s the enormity of the realization I’ve just had: I quite enjoy coating Simon Lewis in come. “I liked it, too,” I add, just so there’s no confusion on that point.

“Shower?” My voice sounds small to me.

“Yeah. You first,” he says.

“Ah go on.”

“Ok.” The melonfucker looks at me with an impish grin and stands. I’m transfixed, staring at his cock where it glistens against his sac and the hair there.

“My eyes are up here, sailor,” he teases. I feel teased.

“Sailor, eh? I like the sound of that. Far better than Beelee, so please call me sailor, henceforth and forever more. Every time you see me, it’ll be sailor, yeah? Ok.” I aim my most fetching smile at him. My aim is true, and he blushes a little. If he’s like me, he’s caught up picturing all those times in future he’ll be calling me sailor.

Bare as the cock is long, he leaves for the bath, and I get an eye-full of Simon Lewis’s arse. I get a slight pinching in my gut that says, ‘Hallo, mate. Ready for round two?’

I hope he’s not regretting it. I was going to end that thought with “already.” But I don’t want him regretting it at all, ever. Never.

I don’t regret it.

And I don’t think I will.

“Hurry up in there, Lewis, it’s my turn. Then get on the bed. You’re making me wait. Delayed gratification is one thing, but I’m ready. Hope you are.”

“For what?” he calls from the shower, laughing.

“For me.”

————/Simon/————

“What the hell , man. Did we just- Did all that actually just happen?” Billy asks, with his eyes on the road.

“Right?” I splutter.

Oh god, it’s an uncomfortable silence. I hate those.

“I mean,” I begin, cuz I think this is important to clarify. “It’s gonna happen again, though, right?”

“Fuck yes,” he says before I’ve even finished my sentence.

“Oh thank god,” rushes out of me. I feel like I can breathe again. And I feel like me again. Rather than evil freaked out anxiety me. I can be regular me again, and drown evil freaked out anxiety me in the Medi/Tyrrhenian sea. I hate chibi me. He sucks. And he respawns. Eventually, he always does.

“Again, like….. today?” I ask hopefully.

“Soon,” he says solemnly, nodding his head. “ Soon .” He starts tapping the arm rest. “There isn’t even anywhere to pull over!”

“That soon? I am fully onboard with that. Just saying.” Oh, hey! “Scenic overlook! Scenic overlook!”

The scenic overlook would be about big enough for two Mini Coopers. We swerve out onto the little strip of cement.

As promised, it is overlooking scenery. But I’m not really thinking about anything other than crawling over the arm rest.

Billy’s already breathing heavy, pawing at my ass to try and help me over, but my ass honks the horn and my knee- I’m grunting for unsexy reasons, and suddenly I think I might be stuck. And that’s when a little Vespa toodles in and pulls up right next to my window. Because of course it does.

Only in Italy #8: I tried to mount Billy in a tiny clown car. Then a tiny clown motorcycle cockblocked us.

That is not funny. It’s truth. But what is funny is the spectacle of me trying to untangle my limbs without kneeing anyone in the nuts and without unintentional ass-honking.

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thelizaxlevin · 7 months

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When: Monday, October 3rd

Who: Liza Levin and @wesxevans (and @sterlingxlevin)

Notes: Liza's water breaks a lil earlier than expected-- aka baby time!

Liza Levin Liza had been feeling those wonderful fake contractions all day on and off. Her doctor had told her it was fine and it was just her body preparing for delivery in a month so she tried to just go with it. She hadn't been going to work on Fridays in a few weeks either, so that allowed her to spend the day resting as well until Wes got home. Sleep had been difficult to come by lately as well, everything just...uncomfortable at this point, with the baby at least five pounds and either kicking her ribs or squishing her lungs.

Finally though, she did fall asleep-- only to wake up blearily in the middle of the night to feel her thighs wet and feeling uncomfortable... God, did I wet the bed? Also very likely given the baby also squished her bladder... but it felt different this time.... Liza scrambled to reach over and click on the lamp on the nightstand and she threw the covers off at the same time she felt another of those fake contractions that made her breath catch and made her wince--...because it was fake right? Right?

"W-Wes?" Liza's voice shook as she called out to him, staring down at herself as her hand shakily reached over to grab his arm, unaware if he was even awake yet or not as she started to tremble a bit because it was early. "Wes. My....I-I think my water just broke.."

Wes Evans Wes was a fairly heavy sleeper so he hadn't felt all the movement on Liza's side of the bed, but he did have the light shine in his eyes and he started to cover his eyes with his pillow as he squeezed his eyes shut. However, she was wide awake in just a second when he felt Liza grip his arm. "W-what?" His voice was deep from sleepiness, and he slowly tried to sit up. "Y-you're-- shit." He breathed, totally wide awake now as he pushed himself up off the bed. "Fuck. Uh.. okay. It's fine. You're going to be fine. Wait, this is early, isn't it? Holy fuck. Uh... Okay, just breathe. Yeah just breathe. Holy shit. Do we even have a bag packed? Uuuh. no sorry. Maybe-- fuck, should I get Noelle? I- okay, okay... sorry." Wes took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Okay. Um. It's okay. C-can you stand at all? We need to get you to the hospital."

Liza Levin Liza felt like she was on the verge of a mild panic attack with the way her heart was suddenly in her throat, panging away wildly. There was still supposed to be a month, there was so much she still had to do. They weren't even staying at home right now-- Liza felt panicked tears prickling at the corners of her eyes, her hands shaking a bit even as they fell off Wes and fell to the bed--Wes who all the while was rambling and panicking just as much and she just had to remind herself to breathe.....just like she had to do when Sterling went into labor. God she wanted her sister.. "I-I don't...I don't have a bag.." It was just one of the many things she needed to still do. "Wes.." It came out like a whine--scared and overwhelmed and she just needed a second to focus.

Wes Evans Wes was panicked and he honestly felt terrible for be that way, but this wasn't what he planned-- wasn't what either of them planned. God he was stupid. "Hey, hey... it's okay. Just breathe. B-breathe with me, alright?" He was trying to calm both of them as he tried to grab what they needed as well. "C'mon, I'll help you stand. We'll get to the car, and I'll take you to the hospital. Everything's going to be okay, I promise. I'm with you through all of this."

Liza Levin Liza gave him a jerky little nod, trying to even out her breathing. She at least had pants here she could put on, a t-shirt to change into for the drive. She just needed to focus and be rational. "O-Okay." She agreed, swallowing as she moved to the edge of the bed so she could change and then with Wes' help she got out of the bed, another heavy breath rushing out of her at the way her head spun and she gripped at Wes' arm hard, looking up at him "I need to..w-we need to call my dad. And..." She hesitated for a second before just shaking her head. It didn't matter how bad the fighting had been or how dumb they'd both been and how much they hurt each other. This was more important than that. "A-And my sister. I need my sister."

Wes Evans "Okay. A-and we can call them but I need to get you dressed right now." Though Wes wasn't really worried about much other than pants and shoes. He was scared of becoming a father, scared of how everything would go, but he was also really, really scared of Liza being in pain in that moment. He was scared to have to watch her even the way she was acting now, and he couldn't imagine it getting any worse. After getting Liza changed and after putting on a shirt for himself and some shoes, he grabbed his phone and the keys and helped Liza get out to the car. On the way to the hospital he called James and told him to call Sterling too. Wes was relieved to get to the hospital and get Liza inside but he knew that she still had a long way to go and he felt completely helpless. He wasn't sure what he could say or do to make it better, and he couldn't help but have those worries in the back of his mind that he would be absolutely terrible at all of this.

Liza Levin Once she was dressed and in the car, Liza just kept one hand on her belly and the other she reached over with, needing to keep a grip on Wes' hand--especially as an actual contraction hit and she couldn't help but let out a heavy, pained breath. "Sh-She...she'll be okay, right? It...i-it's only a month?" And rationally she knew it was okay. She'd read so many books and blogs and things and knew that a baby born at 34 weeks just needed a few extra days in the hospital but usually they were fine... "Wh-What if...what if I did something or.." Liza's panicked rambling kept going until they were at the hospital, and while Liza didn't usually tote her family's name or the influence her family had in the town, she sure did now to make sure they had a good (private) room and soon enough she was being put into a wheelchair and again she reached for Wes' hand. "E-Everything will be okay?" She asked him again, knowing it was silly but she needed to again hear the reassurances.

Wes Evans Wes wuickly pushed aside his own anxiety when he heard Liza’s question, What if I did something? “No, Lizzie, this isn’t your doing. These things just happen.” Wes let Liza squeeze his hand as hard as she wanted as he tried to focus on her and driving at once. “She’ll be fine. Babies at 34 weeks are fine. She’ll be perfect and healthy and beautiful, I know she will.” Wes continued to try to reassure Liza the whole drive, and finally they were at the hospital. As wes walked with her to their room, Wes gave Liza’s hand a squeeze. “Everything’s going to be okay. I promise.”

Liza Levin Liza tried her best to over and over tell herself that it'd be okay. All the while the nurses rolled her into her room and within minutes she was changed into a hospital gown and hooked up with needles and drips and monitors, machines beeping with her vitals and with the baby's and at least everything looked normal... Again it's what she tried to tell herself as contractions continued every few minutes and already starting to hurt. Finally they were alone for a few minutes while the nurses said they'd get her doctor and Liza just swallowed, looking over at Wes as she again held her hand out to him. "Not exactly the honeymoon we had in mind, huh.." She asked it with a little smile since they'd just gotten married days ago. And she was still clearly nervous but....but god, their baby was coming. Finally. All the fear rushing through her paled in comparison to the happiness that made her feel.

Wes Evans Wes took hold of Liza's hand the second she held it out to him, lacing their fingers together and leaning down to press a kiss to the wedding band on her finger. "Not what I was expecting but I'm not mad about it." Wes let out a little laugh. There was this strange excitement to everything, considering they were finally going to meet their little girl. He'd been dreaming of holding her in his arms for months and he couldn't believe it was finally going to happen. "I want to meet her."

Liza Levin Liza's smile stayed on her face when Wes kissed the band on her finger and she let out a breath, nodding. "A-And we'll have her for our birthdays now?" She tacked on, the same nervous smile on her face as she laid her head back on the pillows, rubbing her free hand over her stomach. "Soon. Hopefully." Liza let out a little laugh. "Hopefully Elliebean doesn't make mommy suffer all day.." Liza's smile faded a bit then, more worry etching onto her features. "D....Did you call my dad? And...a-and Sterling? Does she know?"

Wes Evans "I hope she doesn't either." Wes let out a little laugh, though he did worry about having to watch Liza in pain. "I called your dad and I asked him to call Sterling. But I can call her myself if you would like. But I'm sure she's already on her way here. You know how she is." Wes gave Liza's hand a little reassuring squeeze. "You were with her in the delivery room, she'll want to be with you. But I'm going to be with you today. She'll be in the waiting room." Wes laughed, though he knew he was so concerned about Liza that he would let Sterling take his place if it made Liza feel better, though it would hurt him so deeply to miss his daughter's birth. "Whatever makes you feel okay."

Liza Levin "I just want her here." The words were punctuated by a little pained noise as another wave of contractions hit her, Liza's eyes squeezing tight for a moment and she kept her grip on Wes' hand as the pain radiated through her before subsiding a few moments later. Letting out a heavy breath, Liza blinked her eyes open, looking up at him. "Y-You aren't leaving my side." She said it with a finality. Wes would be in the room when their baby was born, there wasn't a question about that. "But....but I need her here. I don't care about the stupid fight o-or even if she's mad at me for forever, I just want her to be here a-and to not miss anything else.." Liza's emotions were already over the place enough that she felt tears prickling at her eyes and she sniffled, shaking her head. "I-I just miss her a..and I want her here."

Wes Evans “She’ll be here, Lizzie. I don’t think anything would stop her from being here.” Wes assured her. Despite his and Sterling not seeing eye to eye, he did understand she loved Liza more than anything. It wasn’t long until Sterling practically burst through the door with a suitcase of everything Liza would need, including magazines she liked in case she got bored staying in the hospital so many days, even bringing wine for after the baby popped out (that is, if she didn’t breast feed like Sterling). “How you doing, hon? Baby making a fuss in there?” Sterling asked as she poked Liza’s large belly. “She’s ready to come out and meet everyone who’s been loving on her I guess.”

Liza Levin "Okay..." She'd just have to hope that was true. But Liza also tried to think rationally because it was three in the morning, so Sterling could also just be sleeping, and if she wanted to come, it'd be later in the day..... But barely an hour later there she was, lugging a suitcase behind her, and Liza's eyes widened, her jaw dropping a bit as she watched her sister just waltz into the room, talking like there wasn't a care in the world and not like they hadn't spoken in days or like they'd been fighting for weeks now... "Y-You came..?" a stupid question really, but given that she was already in pain from contractions and already exhausted because it was the middle of the night and they hadn't been on good terms... Liza felt it was a little warranted.

Sterling Levin Sterling took hold of Liza’s free hand and laced their fingers together. “I wouldn’t miss this. But I do miss you.” Sterling gave Liza a small smile even if it was tinged with a bit of sadness. “But I’m here.” She looked up and met eyes with Wes, giving him a smile too. “And your husband is here. And it’s going to be okay. I promise.”

Liza Levin Liza would've been embarrassed by how her heart skipped on the monitor if it weren't for the fact of how shocked she still was that Sterling was actually there... And when she referred to Wes as her husband... Liza felt more tears pooling in her eyes but a smile pulled onto her lips as she let out a breath and she moved a bit, shifting her hand to hold Sterling's. She knew they still had a lot to talk about and hash out (and she wondered if it would even be okay for them to go home after this) but for now... "I-I missed you too.." She admitted, sniffling softly as she gave her sister's hand a squeeze. "I didn't wanna do this without you."

Sterling Levin "Well you're not going to do it without me. I'm here through everything." Somehow it made Sterling's heart swell to think about how she was now in the same position Liza was four years ago. "I'm glad you're here." Sterling looked up at Wes again and smiled softly at him. "I know it means the world." "I'm glad you're here too." Wes told Sterling, knowing even that meant the world to Liza. It hurt him to know how much their fight had hurt Liza, especially since it was partially his fault. "Alright, well,.. what can I do to help?" He squeezed Liza's hand again.

Liza Levin "Okay." She agreed softly, sniffling again as she gave her sister's hand another squeeze. All the while she listened and watched Wes and Sterling interacting, knowing them two needed to talk it out too. A lot of things were said and words thrown around and liza again just..really wanted things to be okay again. Especially since Elise was now going to be there soon and Liza wanted to bring her home. Before she could reply another contraction rippled its way through her, making Liza squeeze her eyes shut and this time it was both their hands she squeezed as she waited for it to pass, a pained noise slipping from her until a minute or so later it was finally subsiding and she huffed out a breath, letting her head fall back as she shook it. "Unless you can magically move this along with your witchiness..." Liza gave Wes a little smile before she let go of their hands so she could adjust her position. "Y-You guys should try and get some rest. It's like 3:30 in the morning."

Wes Evans “I’m gonna be right here. I’m not gonna try to rest right now. I don’t think I could if I even tried.” Wes huffed out a laugh as Sterling added, “you need to try to rest, Liz. Not us.”

Liza Levin Liza knew they were right--but how could she rest with everything going on right now? Her mind was going a mile a minute with the fact that Sterling was here and..seemingly okay. She hadn't even seen her sister smiling at her in weeks. And yet here she was. And then there were nurses coming in every few minutes to check in on her and the baby. And then, of course, was the baby herself, Liza's body going through contractions every few minutes and while they'd already been uncomfortable and ached an hour ago, now they were starting to hurt. So how was she supposed to rest when all this was happening--especially when knowing that all of this was leading to one very, very important thing: her baby was coming. Today. Soon. She was going to give birth to her today. How on earth could she rest knowing that was about to happen.

So no, Liza didn't really rest, and over the next few hours, everything just happened more. At some point too James was there, bringing coffee for Sterling and Wes (and promising Liza the best coffee of her life once the baby was born) but Liza didn't even care much anymore. Her contractions started getting longer and coming quicker and it hurt, Liza's little whimpers and pained breaths soon enough becoming cries of pain as the day broke and the morning came upon then. In fact, Liza wasn't even sure what time it was when the nurses checked on her. All she knew was that the sun was high in the sky and the hospital was bustling and she was already tired, face a bit flushed and tears in her eyes, when one of the nurses looked up at her, grinning up at her. "You're at ten centimeters, momma." She announced, looking from Liza to Wes and then back. "It's time."

Wes Evans Wes tried to be there for Liza as much of he could until nurses came in, though he never let go of Liza’s hand the whole time they checked on her and Elise. Wes was scared but he couldn’t imagine how Lisa felt. And, of course, wes began worrying about just what all could go wrong with Elise being early or how birth could be risky. What would this do to Liza? What if he lost her? No. He couldn’t think about that.

Instead, he focused on Liza, trying to breathe with her and stay as calm as possible so she could feel okay with being calm. He just needed everything to go perfectly. He prayed it would. When the nurse came in and told Liza she was ready, wes squeezed Liza’s hand. Fear struck him while excitement swirled inside him- a strange mix of emotions he wasn’t sure how to handle in that moment. “This is it. After months w- we’ll have our daughter with us.” He told Liza in that honey sweet tone he often used around her.

Liza Levin Liza let out a breathy little almost-laugh, all the emotions and adrenaline running through her (and the pain drugs) just making her head spin. She gave her sister one more hand squeeze before she left the room to join their father and after that was just a flurry of movement. Nurses all came in, machines were wheeled in, a bassinet, Wes was handed a gown to put on... Everything after that was kind of a blur.

Liza remembered gripping Wes' hand hard enough that it had to hurt him. She was crying and pretty much screaming as pain ripped through her like she never experienced before. Liza's face was flushed and sweaty but she kept at it, needed his help for it too; Wes helping her sit up, holding her leg when her muscles were shaky and wanting to give out. She felt like she couldn't do it, everything just so much and like it was taking forever when in reality, the labor was barely an hour.

And then finally after a few more minutes of agony, of Liza screaming herself hoarse and doubled over, she gave one final push until finally (finally), there was commotion--and then there was the unmistakable sound of a baby's cry and Liza sobbed as she let herself fall back against the bed, crying and exhausted but trying to look through her tears all the while because she was here.

Wes Evans Wes wasn't sure what there was for him to do other than be there for Liza, letting her hold his hand while he tried to tell be encouraging and tell her that she could do this and that it wouldn't be much longer. He hated seeing her in the pain she was in and hated that he was so helpless in everything. But the moment the baby came, there was a relief that washed over Wes, a wave of love, and he couldn't help the laugh that escaped him when he heard his daughter cry for the first time. Before he knew it, there were tears and he was leaning close to Liza and telling her how good she did and how proud of her he was and that it was finally over. She was okay and the baby would be okay, followed by plenty of I love yous.

Liza Levin Liza's heart was hammering and tears were streaming down here face and she didn't care. She didn't even feel the pain anymore as a second later there was suddenly a bundle being put down onto her chest and oh-- Liza's crying just got harder but there was a smile pulling onto her lips as her arms immediately wrapped around the bundle-- around her baby and as she cried the baby did too- soft and healthy and perfect. "Sh-She's here.." she breathed, trying to blink her vision clear as she stared down at the baby before she looked up at Wes, crying and grinning all the while.

Wes Evans Wes stepped out of the way so the nurse could bring Elise over to them, but he never let go of Liza's hand the whole time. He leaned down and wiped his eyes quickly so he could get a good look at the baby-- his daughter. This was all he'd ever wanted. A family, someone to love him and someone for him to love, and he always wanted a daughter. Liza had given him all of this, and just as he thought he couldn't possibly love Liza any more than he already did, he stared into the face of his daughter and felt this overwhelming love and peace wash over him. It made more tears fall from his eyes as he gently placed his hand on Elise's back as she cried As they all cried. "I've been dying to meet you." He laughed through his tears before looking to Liza again. "Our Elise."

Liza Levin Liza felt like she'd run a marathon and yet the adrenaline that was pumping in her veins was overwhelming- exhausted and energized at the same time, her heart was pounding and she was still trying to catch her breath and see through the tears that kept pouring down her face. All the while all she could think was they had their baby. This was real- she was real. In the back of her head Liza knew too that the nurses would have to take her in a moment, clean her up and all, but right now Liza held little Elise close to her, in sheer disbelief and bewilderment that after all these months...she was finally here.

And other than that, her other thoughts were of Wes. She looked up at him, watching as he cried, and Liza sniffled softly, keeping one hand securely wrapped around the baby while she moved the other to his, resting over his hand, both on top of Elise. Elise started letting out more soft little wails and Liza just let out a watery laugh, starting to try and rock her a bit. Vaguely she was aware of the flurry of doctors around her, IV drips being replaced for her, a towel gently being placed over the baby to keep her warm, but all Liza could truly focus on was her. "Look what we did.." She breathed to Wes, mystified and smiling still and she closed her eyes for a moment as she pressed her face to the top of their daughter's head, tears still steadily streaming down her face. "We have a baby.."

Wes Evans "She's beautiful, Liza." Wes breathed as he turned his attention back to Elise in her mother's arms, both Liza and Wes' hands were on the little girl's back, and Wes looked at the rings on both of their fingers. He couldn't believe this was his life now. "She's perfect."

Liza Levin "She is.." Liza sniffled, pressing one more soft little kiss to her head before letting the nurses quickly take her so they could clean her and off and check her over. Liza still felt nervous since she'd given birth early, but the doctor and nurses seemed like everything was just fine and moments later they brought her back with a blanket and a little pink beanie on her head and Liza immediately wrapped her arms around her, beckoning Wes closer to her--to them. "Our little Ellie."

Wes Evans Wes' eyes followed the nurse as he brought her daughter back to them and he wasted no time in stepping closer to the bed Liza was in so he could see her again. With Liza's invitation, Wes sat on the edge of the hospital bed to get a better look at his daughter in his wife's arms as all those tears just came right back. "C-can I hold her?" He asked softly, tentatively.

Liza Levin Liza couldn't really move much without hurting, but she still tried her best to shift a bit, making more room for Wes to sit down beside her and all the while she let out a wet little laugh, nodding. "Of course." Sniffling, Liza leaned down, pressing a kiss to the baby's head. "Ellie this is your daddy.." She cooed softly, carefully moving to pass the little bundle in her arms over.

Wes Evans Wes gently took the baby into his arms and let his eyes search her face like he was trying to commit every detail to memory. She was perfect and looked just like Liza. God, she was beautiful, and his heart was overflowing. He would never let anything or anyone hurt this little baby. He would do anything for her.

"H-Hi." Wes breathed, a wide smile pulling at his lips. "I've been wanting to meet you for a long time now. I- I'm the one who's been reading to you every night." He told her as he let his fingers gently brush over her cheek. "You're even more wonderful than I could have imagined."

Liza Levin Liza stayed quiet and just listened as Wes spoke, watching him. All these months of Wes worrying that he wouldn't do well as a far, all his fears...and she'd always known that they were for-not. She knew with every fiber of her being that he'd be good at this, that the love he had for his daughter would far outweigh any fear. Not to mention the fact that she was pretty sure she'd never loved Wes more than she had in this exact moment. "She is, huh..." Liza murmured, swallowing as she pressed a kiss to Wes' arm and leaned against it, her body sagging a bit and yet she didn't even care about how exhausted she was. "She's so perfect." Liza tacked on as she laid her arm over him, careful of the needles in her and all the wires as she rested her hand on Elise. "We're a family now." She grinned as she said it, stroking her fingers gently over the baby before she pressed another kiss to Wes' arm, propping against him to look up at him. "I love you."

Wes Evans Family. It was enough to make Wes nearly choke a sob. It was something he'd wanted for years but was convinced he'd never have and it always killed him. He wanted this so desperately for so long. "We're a family now." Wes sniffled as he turned his head and leaned in to press a kiss to Liza's lips. "I love you too. I love you both."

Liza Levin Liza leaned her head up, kissing him back. "I love you more." She murmured into the kiss, smiling into it and she kissed him once more before she pulled back and rested her cheek against his arm, keeping her eyes down on the beautiful little baby in his arms. "And you..." Liza moved her fingers gently over the baby's face as she said it. "We love you so, so much.." Liza felt more tears slipping down her face but she didn't even care as she grinned, nuzzling into Wes' arm as she kept her eyes on the baby. "Elise Agnes Evans. Our perfect baby girl."

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