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daveyjacobss · 6 years

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like a sun rising | davey jacobs

french vanilla part four

reader x davey jacobs

[ newsies modern au ]

summary: every sunrise is a new beginning.

a/n: lol my summaries for these things just get shorter and more cryptic each time. sorry it’s been a little while since the last installment of this series, but i’m really hoping you’ll enjoy this one. as always, feel free to come talk to me about it afterwards! also, don’t be afraid to be asked to be added to my taglist !! if you already asked and i didn’t put you on it just shoot me a quick reminder :)

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Davey was in a bit of a frenzy. He had cleaned the entire apartment (twice) and was constantly rearranging pillows and blankets on the couch, attempting to find the perfect positioning for them. All of his materials for the book were on the coffee table in neat piles that he had spent almost an entire day organizing, his laptop sitting right next to them. Sarah watched him with an amused expression on her face, shaking her head at him as she drank her tea. She had spent almost an hour in his room with him watching him try to pick out an outfit before she had snapped and just chosen one for him. He had on a gray sweater over top of a blue button up with black jeans. (She was sure that he remembered, just as she did, that Y/N had loved when he wore sweaters over button ups, but neither of them said a word.)

Jack was at an art convention for the weekend, which meant Davey didn't have to tell him about Y/N and that Sarah was staying for moral support. He had told the other boys that he had an essay he had to finish and would be holed up in his apartment for a few days. It was a normal enough, Davey and Jack were well known for locking themselves away in their apartment whenever they had a project to work on. It was probably one of the reasons they got along so well.

On the kitchen counter there was a plate of cookies that Sarah had baked and brought over, and there was coffee already brewing (and french vanilla creamer in the fridge). She couldn't help but feel like she was a mother organizing a play date for her anxiety-ridden child that had made his first ever friend. She had to keep reminding herself that getting annoyed with his antics would only make the situation worse - and it wasn't as if his nervousness wasn't warranted. She would bet money that Davey felt more adrenaline and fear when they heard a knock on the apartment door than he had in his entire life. He looked at her quickly, his eyes wide with panic. She nodded toward the door, raising an eyebrow in question. He took a deep breathe before nodding his head and walking to the door.

She sipped her tea, preparing herself for the long day ahead.

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Y/N had called someone the day after Davey had invited her over. Her and her ex-coworker, Alex, weren't as close anymore, seeing as neither of them still worked at the coffee shop, but they kept in touch. She wasn't entirely sure that he would care at all, but she had to talk to someone. He picked up the phone after the second ring.

"Hello?"

"Do you remember Davey Jacobs?"

"Oh, hi, Y/N. Nice to talk to you, too." She could practically hear him rolling his eyes from the other side of the phone.

"Hi, Alex. Wonderful to talk to you again. Do you remember Davey Jacobs?"

"The boy who you flirted with for a while at the shop before you guys actually started dating and then he broke your heart right before you left for Paris? That Davey Jacobs?"

"Yeah," she sighed. "That Davey Jacobs."

"No, I don't really remember him." The bastard was grinning, she knew he was.

"Alex!" She heard him laugh quietly to himself.

"Alright, alright. I'm sorry. Yes, I remember Davey Jacobs. Why are you asking?" Y/N took a deep breath, running her hand through her hair.

"I saw him again. And we talked. And it was nice. And then he called me. And now I'm going to his house on Saturday."

"What the fuck?"

"Can you come over?"

"I'm already out the door."

When Alex had arrived, he knocked harshly and repetitively on her door. She almost fell over running to go open it, out of breath and obviously frazzled when she finally got it open and was looking her old best friend in face. He stalked in immediately, making wild hand gestures.

"He broke your heart, Y/N!" He cried out, pacing around the living room. She winced at his volume, grateful that her roommate was out.

"I know that!" She yelled back indignantly before lowering her voice. "Of course I know that."

"Then why go back to him?" Alex was staring at her incredulously, trying to piece the situation together and get whatever he could out of her.

"Because I saw him again, and we talked. And it just felt so... so natural, Alex. Like a habit I can't be rid of. I mean, I was sitting with him and I felt so warm and safe, and literally nothing else mattered. And he looked so good and his cheeks were red, and I wanted to kiss him so bad." She took a deep breath, running her hands through her hair as she looked back up at her friend. He was watching her with sad but understanding eyes. Without saying anything he walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her. She hugged him back without a second thought, letting herself relax a bit.

"You two were the happiest couple I had ever seen, you know that? We all thought that you were made for each other, that you guys would last forever."

"Alex, that's not helping." He shushed her, kissing her forehead affectionately.

"Let me finish," he smiled. He pulled away from her so he could look her in the eye. "I don't think that you were ever meant to break up. I think you two were literally written in the stars, and I think you deserve your happy ending. I think that the reason you broke up was valid at the time, but now it's kind of stupid." She looked at him with wide eyes, sniffling as he spoke. "Y/N, why did you call me?" She laughed bitterly.

"I wanted you to talk me out of it," she admitted. He grinned in response.

"Well, tough shit. I think that if you have a shot at a second chance with a boy like Davey fucking Jacobs you're sure as hell taking it." She laughed, smiling back at him. He spent the rest of the day at her apartment, keeping her distracted from the worries fighting their way into her mind.

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When Davey went to open the door, he figured he was prepared as he'd ever be. He was wrong. He was nowhere near prepared for the sight of Y/N L/N standing in his doorway for the first time in a year, looking as beautiful as ever. He stopped breathing for a second, looking at her standing in her cream colored sweater and blue jeans rolled up over her ankles. She looked like a goddamn angel.

She was smiling at him nervously, the same way he had seen her smile when he had introduced her to his parents for the first time, and fiddling with the strap of the bag she had brought with her. Her cheeks were flushed from the wind outside, painting them a delightful pink. Time stopped for a few seconds, the two of them just staring at each other.

"Hey, Dave," Y/N finally spoke up. In just one month he had forgotten how much he adored the sound of her voice.

"Hey, Y/N," he breathed, opening the door wider so that she could walk into the apartment. He closed the door behind her, reminding himself to take deep breaths. She looked around, fingers still relentlessly tugging at the strap of her backpack. He watched as she smiled softly at the environment, knowing that not much had changed since the last time she had been there, save for it being a bit cleaner. He tried not to think about the last time they had stood together in his living room, the memory stinging his heart. He pushed away the pain.

A silence lingered between them, but it wasn't like the one from the night everything had gone wrong. There was still a bit of awkwardness - the uncertainty of the hope slowly bubbling in their chests - but underneath it all there was a sense of familiarity. Even with all the time that had passed, they were still just David Jacobs and Y/N L/N. Still just two fools who had fallen in love and forgotten how to fall out of it.

"You got a new blanket," she spoke up, pointing at one of the only things she didn't recognize in the room - a dark green blanket, folded and resting on the couch.

"Uh, yeah, we did. Someone spilled something all over the gray one during a movie night and we had to throw it away. It was unsalvageable." He hated having to make small talk with her. He hated knowing that no matter what there was always going to be something that held them back from each other.

"Aw, the gray one was my favorite." She pouted playfully, turning to face him again. He smiled shyly at her. "My condolences for your loss, though." He laughed, and she smiled, and it really wasn't fair how right it felt. She clapped her hands together suddenly and he was shaken out the trance he always seemed to slip into while looking at her. "Okay, what do you want to start with?"

"Huh?" He looked at her in confusion and she rolled her eyes, somehow making even such a sarcastic action seem nice and playful.

"For the book, duh. That's why you invited me over, right?" He nodded quickly, leading them both over to the couch so they could look at all the papers he had organized on the coffee table.

"Well, I was hoping to talk about the characters, to start. I feel like we were missing pieces of them, you know? Like, we had basic knowledge of their lives and we gave enough information to make them people, but not really to make them real. We didn't really know them. Does that make sense?" He glanced at her anxiously.

"Yes." Her answer came out in a breathless kind of whisper and her cheeks were tinted pink. "Yeah, that makes complete sense." There was a pause where she looked at all of the papers and then back at Davey, almost as if she was seeing it all for the first time. Even him. "I missed this, talking about writing and books and all that. I don't have anyone to do that with anymore."

He couldn't breathe. God, who gave her the right to just say things like that? Things that made him miss her more than ever and reminded him that she wasn't his anymore? And what business did she have looking at him like that? Like she had the very first day they had met? Like they were back in the coffee shop and they were younger and didn't know about all the tragedy and hurt that would befall them? She shouldn't have been looking at him like that.

He never wanted her to stop looking at him like that.

"I missed it, too." Her smile spread slowly and gently across her face and he swore he was falling in love all over again, right then and there. She had a habit of smiling like a sun rising, and he adored it.

"Oh!" She exclaimed, bringing her bag onto her lap and unzipping it. "I brought all the stuff I could find, everything that I still have." She pulled out a folder stuffed with papers and sticky notes and all the little ideas and concept building she and Davey had written down.

"That is a huge ass folder," a voice said from behind them. They both turned to find Sarah with a mug in her hands, eyes wide as she looked at all the papers. "I didn't realize you guys had done that much work on the story before."

"Well, we did spend quite a while on it," Davey responded, shooting his sister a pointed look that clearly meant he wanted her to leave. She smiled mischievously and walked around the couch, plopping herself down next to Y/N, careful not to spill her tea.

"Hey Y/N, how are you?" Her smile softened when talking to Y/N, but all Davey could focus on was how nervous and scared Y/N suddenly looked.

"I'm uh, I'm pretty good, you?" Her voice was small and Davey had to resist the urge to reach out and grab her hand as a way of comfort. She had been just as nervous the day she had met Sarah for the first time, and Davey had held her hand the whole time. He tried not to let the pain of remembering show on his face.

"I'm fantastic," Sarah grinned. "And I made cookies, so if you want some they're in the kitchen." Y/N nodded and Davey could hardly stand to watch the interaction, completely aware of all the awkward tension in the air.

"It's really good to see you," Y/N blurted out, staring right at Sarah. The older Jacobs sibling practically beamed.

"You too." Davey could practically feel the way the tension dissipated as they looked at each other, smiling. Sarah always had been fond of Y/N, and Y/N had always felt the same way. Davey had never been more happy that Sarah was the one he confided in when it came to all things Y/N related.

Sarah stayed a while, listening as Davey and Y/N worked out ideas for their characters, sometimes offering comments or making jokes. They worked and talked for hours, snacking on cookies and other junk foods. They had each gone through almost three mugs of coffee, tea, and hot chocolate respectively. When dinner time rolled around, Sarah insisted that Y/N should stay and eat with them, but Y/N kindly declined.

She said that she was having dinner with a friend of hers, but thanked them for the kind offer. Davey tried to ignore the way his heart trembled when the door closed behind her. He tried not to think about the way the door had slammed the last time she had walked out. He tried not to think of the way he had let her go. He tried not to think about the way that he had sat, stewing in his own anger and self hatred after she was gone.

He tried not to think of her at all, but it was easier said than done.

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Alex wanted to know every single detail at dinner. Y/N was all too happy to oblige - she had always loved relaying every single detail of the time she spent with Davey. She wanted to memorize all of it, and retelling it helped. She told Alex about the way his apartment was almost exactly the same as it had been a year ago, about the way Sarah had treated her as an old friend, about the way she had spent the whole time trying not to stare at Davey because he looked oh so good in his button up and sweater. She told him everything, and he grinned the whole way through. By the end of the night he was placing bets on when Y/N and Davey would get back together. She told him to shut up, but the thought rooted itself in her head and brought a warmth to her chest.

She crashed at his place instead of going home, texting her roommate to let her know. She was too exhausted to make the trek back to her own apartment. She woke in the early hours of the morning, while Alex was still sleeping. Quietly, she slipped out the window and onto his fire escape. The sun was just beginning to rise, and she wrapped her arms around herself while she watched it ascend.

She thought of the way Jack had loved to paint sunsets and sunrises, wondering if he still did, or if he had found a new type of scene to paint over and over again. She thought of the way she had once pulled an all nighter with Race and Spot and they had watched the sun rise together, wondering if they still spent their nights together, staying up until morning. She thought of the way Katherine favorite outfit was made up of the colors of a sunrise, wondering if she had found new favorite clothes in an entirely new color palette. She thought of the way the sunlight used to stream through the windows of Davey's bedroom as it was rising, illuminating the two of them still tangled together. She wondered if there had been anyone else waking up with the sun still tangled in his bed since she had left. Thinking about all of it hurt. It ached in the way old wounds always seemed to do, the pain resurfacing as if brand new.

She cried while she watched the sunrise, thinking about everything she had lost and everything she no longer knew. When Alex woke up he brought her two pieces of toast and a glass of orange juice and didn't ask any questions, simply sat with her and looked out at the sky, eating his own toast and drinking a mug of coffee.

When she finally went back to her own apartment later in the day, feeling strangely empty, she ate some lunch while staring blankly at the TV as some rerun played. After she finished eating, she got in the shower, trying to scrub away the memories and the hurt. Halfway through her shower, her phone vibrated. By the time she got out and got dressed, she had forgot about it.

It wasn't until she picked up her phone to type up a quick grocery list before she headed out to the store that she remembered. Right there on her screen was a text notification, and she almost dropped her phone.

No part of her could fathom why Charles Morris, more affectionately known as Crutchie, would be texting her after all the time that had passed. She didn't even read the text, just made her shopping list and left, pushing it to the back of her mind. She was too tired and numb to deal with it, filing it away as a problem for later.

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couprang · 4 years

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theater actor

summary: you work in a theater and you get to work with seokmin, who was famous for his acting and singing skills. when he was practicing for his upcoming play, you managed to get close to your idol.

pairing: theater actor!dk x theater staff!femreader

“y/n, wake up!” your friend, sorin dodged you and you lazily opened your eyes, “what?” you asked, covering your face with a book. “get your ass up! we don’t wanna be late!” she said as she threw a pillow on you.

you squinted your eye, “late for what? don’t be silly it’s saturday today!” you said as you shifted from your bed, “you know what, whatever i’m going to work. if you don’t wanna see seokmin, you’re probably gonna cry.” your eyes shot open as you immediately stood up and looked at your friend.

“s-seokmin?” you stuttered “don’t you remember? irene told us that seokmin wll be havng a play on the theater we work at.” she smiles, “so if you don’t wanna come-”

“wait for me! i’m just gonna wash myself.”

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you tied your hair into a ponytail as you entered the ginormous auditorium. “you’re late.” irene says as she crosses her arms, “i’m really sorry, i forgot we have duty today.” irene sighs and shook her head.

“okay, everyone gather up,” irene yells, “so you all know we have a someone special coming over. lee seokmin, i’d be surprised if you don’t know him.” irene quriks an eyebrow.

“he will be practicing and will perform here on our theater. so you better behave yourselves and please i don’t care if you’re a fan of him, please don’t gather up on him asking for autographs and pictures. he will be practicing, not doing a fanmeeting.” the girl smiles.

“anyways,” she claps her hands, “let’s prepare. they should be here in a few minutes.” then everyone started their own duty.

“it’s amazing, isn’t it?” sorin mumbles, “seokmin will be here!” she silently squeals. “he’ll probably just practice and it’s gonna be a busy week for us especially there’s a play coming. and it’s seokmin! a lot of people will surely come!” you said.

after everyone prepared the necessities for the practice, everyone was starting to go down like crazy, like a drill is happening.

“the hell is happening?” you asked, “seokmin! he’s downstairs!” lia, your co-worker told you in excitement.

you sighed as you cleaned up a few mess, “aren’t you going down? you’re a big fan of him, right?” sorin chuckles, “why go down when he’s gonna go up here anyways. it’s just a waste of time.” you said, lying down on the stage, exhausted.

the moment when seokmin showed up, you felt like you were in the movies. he was surrounded by your co-workers, who were dying to hold seokmin’s hands or have a picture with him.

“guys!” irene shouted which startled you and everyone else, including seokmin. “what did we talk about?” everyone sighed sadly and parted from seokmin.

“lee seokmin, i am very honored you chose to work with us.” irene smiles, “and since i am in charge, i gurantee you that you’d want to work with us again for your future projects!” she gave a big smile.

seokmin smiled back as he put his hands on his waist, looking around the place, “thank you, ms. irene, in fact, it’s bigger than i expected and it holds more people, so i guess this project is a big show.” he chuckles.

your eyes were glued to him, it felt unreal for you. he was more handsome up close, he noticed your stare and smiled at you, even gave you a wink.

what, you thought.

am i seeing correctly?, you quietly murmured.

“alright, so do you want to practice already? read your lines or eat?” irene brought seokmin away and you sighed out.

sorin waved her hand in front of you as you came back to your senses. she chuckles, “fantasizing about him already?” you looked at her, with your eyes wide open and you grabbed her arm.

“did you see that?” you asked lowly, almost like a whisper. she smiles, “i did. he winked at you. so lucky.” you slowly let go of her hand and placed your hand on your mouth.

“so it wasn’t a dream?” sorin laughs, “let’s go! you need to focus, let’s talk about him when we get home.” sorin drags you.

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he was on stage, looking so professional. the way he acts, looks so real and natural. you still can’t believe you’re watching him up close.

“he’s good.” you hear a voice next to you, it was jihoon. both of you don’t have a proper conversation yet, you also didn’t know how to be friends with him since he always looked intimidating.

“yeah.” i replied “his voice is beautiful too.” you looked at him and chuckled, “are you falling in love?” you asked, it was his turn to chuckle, “no. i’m just really amazed.”

jihoon helps enhance the beat of the songs used in the play. he sometimes does everything on his own, without a hand.

you admit, he’s a genius and pretty handsome as well. you never really saw him talk to girls. “you’re the first girl i talked to.” jihoon says.

you frowned at him, “pardon?” jihoon smiles at you, “i never spoke a word with a girl.” “should i be thankful?” you asked. “depends. i want to to be friends with you.”

you smiled and nodded, “sure.”

“okay, break time!” a man shouted.

you went back stage to fix the lightings and everything. “y/n, is it okay if i leave you here for a while? i’m just gonna get snacks.” wonwoo said, the one in charged for the props and lighting.

you nodded, “wonwoo, is it okay if you get me a bottled water and a sandwich? i’ll pay you later.” he nodded as he walked away.

“he-“ you squealed and later covering your mouth when you saw the person who didn’t mean to startle you. he smiles, “i just wanted to say hi.” seokmin says.

“oh my, i’m sorry about that. i get startled easily.” you bit your lower lip in embarrassment. “it’s fine. i just noticed you’ve been staring at me. you might melt because of me.”

you got fluttered and tried to hide it but you can’t help but smile, “i- uh... you’re amazing, honestly. i’m a fan.” you said. “is that so? wanna take a pic?” seokmin offers.

“what?” you asked, not sure if you heard the right thing. seokmin smiles and takes your phone in your hand and opens the camera.

“smile.” he says, “a fangirl like you can’t get this lucky.” he winks at you once again. you looked at the camera and smiled widely.

your phone was still in his hands and he was doing something. you were busy admiring him, he lookef so perfect. he smelled really good too.

he hands you your phone and you were awaken. you opened your phone and he set the picture as your lockscreen. “so that when your friends open your phone you can show them that you had a picture with me.” seokmin smiles.

his smile is the purest thing. “thank you.” you replied.

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it was the day of the show and you promised seokmin to watch him. you were on the backstage, watching him on the screen. he looked really good and people seem to love it.

actually, the whole time seokmin was practicing, the song he was singing was stuck in your head and you’d sometimes hum it.

when you guys had a little talk, both of your interests got the conversation long and deep. it was about music. both of you had the same taste of music and music had a special place in both of your hearts.

you got close with him and both of you would recommend each other a music both of you would listen. he was also willing to teach you how to play the guitar even though he’s still learning.

you happily agreed. seokmin was more than a theater actor. he looks intimidating on stage but he’s actually a softie when it comes to everyone.

both of you got comfortable with each other. you somehow felt like both of you knew each other for a very long time.

when the show ended, everyone applauded. everyone’s reaction was very heartwarming. when the camera was zoomed in on seokmin’s face, he gave a smile and winked.

the moment the curtains closed, he immediately went to you and gave you a big hug. “thank you.” he whispers.

“for what?” you asked, “for everything.” he replies. you weren’t sure what he meant but you hugged him back.

when everyone left the auditorium, seokmin’s friends were inviting him to go eat hut he declined all of them. as i finished cleaning, he walked up to me.

“you’re still here? why don’t you celebrate? you’ve done well.” you smiled. seokmin gave you a big smile as he swayed his hand on your shoulder and both of you walked away.

“i declined invites so that we could talk.” you frowned at him, “we can talk sometime, you don’t have to.” seokmin pouted, “i don’t have that kind of patience.” he says.

you chuckled. seokmin stopped his tracks and so did you, you looked at him and he looked so bright even though the auditorium was a bit dim.

“here goes nothing,” he murmurs “wh-“ “would you like to go out with me?” he asks and he looked a bit tensed.

you were honestly shocked but at the same time not. you were kind of used to him flirting with you when he gets to talk to you.

you didn’t want to assume that he meant it so you always tried to shove it off. “i respect your decision, y/n.” seokmin says.

“i understand if you don’t wa-“ “i’d love to.” seokmin’s eyes widened as he looked at you “what?” he asked, “i said i’d love to!” you replied.

seokmin had the widest smile than before as he hugged you tightly with a smile on his lips. the moment he let go of you, he held your hands and you can’t help but form a smile on your lips.

“let’s celebrate! my treat.” seokmin says, “i should be the one to treat you!” you pouted. “oh come on we have two things to celebrate today!” he whines.

“what is the other one?” you asked.

“you said yes to me. i can’t wait to receive that in the next few years.” he smiled.

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expensiveminimalist · 6 years

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It Took One Night - William Nylander (Part 12)

A/N: FULL DISCLAIMER: I CANNOT WRITE SMUT SO I’M SO SORRY IF THIS IS TERRIBLE. PLEASE DON’T HATE ME.

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: SMUT (if you can even call it that), Pregnancy & Swearing

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Every night you found yourself going over to William’s once you’d finished work, or he’d pick you up when he’d finished training. One night you’d actually ended up standing outside his apartment building, waiting for him because you assumed that he would just be home, he pulled up and begged you to hop in the car so you wouldn’t catch a cold. He insisted on giving you a key to his apartment after that, berating himself for not giving you one sooner.

William’s training had ramped up, since the season was only a few weeks away now, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss him popping into the café to see you at random times throughout the day.

He did make up for it once he got home though – in more ways than one.

You’d found yourself being hornier than you usually were, and you knew that happened to some women when they were pregnant but you weren’t expecting it to happen this early. Not that William was complaining, and you definitely weren’t.

And while the sex was great, you almost enjoyed the cuddling afterwards even more because William finally had something to put his hands on when he rubbed your tummy. Over the last week, you’d finally started to notice a little bump appearing and you were both pretty excited. Even though it was still only small, it seemed to make it so much more real that you actually see that your baby was in fact busy growing in there.

When you’d woken up that morning, you stood in front of William’s bathroom mirror, in your bra and underwear, just looking at your tummy. You knew you wouldn’t be able to feel kicking yet but you enjoyed rubbing your hand over your little bump, like you were saying hello.

You hadn’t noticed but William had been leaning against the bathroom door, smiling over at you the whole time. He came over and wrapped his arms around you, resting his hands over top of yours.

“Hey baby. Did you want to let mummy know you were here?” he spoke softly, slipping his fingers in-between yours and moving both yours hands so you were rubbing your belly.

“You know, the baby still can’t hear you” you chuckled.

“Do I have to remind you of the father-foetus thing every time?” he teased.

“Oh I’m so sorry” you chirped.

William rested his head on your shoulder, “can we like fast forward six months please? I just want to meet him or her already” he whined.

“Sorry, it’s not that easy” you sung, turning around and kissing him.

“But seriously someone should invent a fast forward button for that” he carried on.

“Babe. Let it go”.

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You made it home before William again, since Mandy gave you the afternoon off once you finally told her you were pregnant. Not surprisingly, she’d figured it out weeks ago so she was rather smug when you admitted it.

You turned on Netflix, carrying on with That 70s Showknowing that William really wouldn’t be that upset if he missed a couple of episodes. The only problem was that you didn’t feel like sitting down, since you were so used to being on your feet all day.

You decided that you’d make some muffins, since you were planning to do that when you came over the other day except you’d both gotdistracted. Thankfully, William hadn’t touched the box of frozen blueberries you’d put in his freezer so you still had everything that you needed to make blueberry muffins.

They’d always been your favourite and right now you were craving something sweet, so it was the perfect plan.

You pulled out all the ingredients, grateful that William had a lot of bench space since Lyla’s kitchen might as well have just had a plank of wood. It didn’t take long for you to find bowls, utensils and you were pleasantly surprised when you came across some muffin tins – although you were sure that was thanks to Camilla, not William’s apparent hidden love for baking.

By the time you’d formed the mixture and placed them in the muffin tins, you heard the front door open and William shout “what’s cooking good looking!?”

“Why are you so cheesy!?” you yelled over your shoulder as you put the tray in the oven and set the timer.

When you turned around you walked into William’s chest, who had quietly snuck over to try and give you a fright. He picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist, smirking as he gave you a kiss and then squeezed your ass.

“So what are you baking? Besides our baby” he asked.

You chuckled, “blueberry muffins”.

“Oh so I take it you won’t be sharing those then?”

“Not a chance”.

William laughed as he carried you over to the couch and set you down gently, groaning as he realised you were watching the same the show for the millionth time.

“Oh don’t moan, you know you love this show” you teased, as he shoved his face into the nearest pillow several times.

“If it was anyone else I’d turn it off but because it’s you and bub, I’m powerless to say no” he said, exaggeratedly placing his hands over his heart.

“You’re an idiot”

“An idiot that I gurantee you missed like crazy” he chirped.

You sighed loudly, “not to sound completely lame but I actually missed you a lot today”.

“I have that effect on people” he replied smugly.

“Would you stop, and just let me be a soppy girlfriend for once?”

“Ok, carry on and tell me how much you love me”.

You rolled your eyes, “slow down Casanova”.

“I’m sorry, continue” he laughed.

“I don’t know, I guess I got used to it being you and me whenever we felt like it and now I see you less. Which I know sounds ridiculous since I still see you every day”.

“It’s not ridiculous, it’s pretty cute actually”.

“But it’s not cute, it’s super clingy and annoying”.

“You’re not clingy or annoying, you just have good taste”.

“Can you stop crushing on yourself for one second?” you said, whacking him with a pillow.

“You love when I’m cocky, don’t deny it”

“Oh do I?”

“Not as much as you love my cock, obviously”

“William!” you squealed as he pulled you on top of him and rested his hands on your ass.

He started squeezing it gently as he pressed his lips to yours while you ran your hand through his hair and down his face, stroking his cheek. He ran one hand up your back, tracing your spine with his fingers, and entwined his fingers in your hair, tugging on the strands gently so he could see a smirk break out on your face.

You rolled your eyes at him and sat up, spreading your legs either side of him so you were sitting on your knees and your pelvis was resting on his. You pulled his shirt up so his lower stomach was exposed, then you left a trail of kisses that stopped just above his boxers.

“Eager, much?’ William smirked.

You poked your tongue out at him and leant back so he could sit up and pull his shirt off, your eyes following every line of defined muscles on his arms and chest. You ran your hands up his chest, chuckling as he cocked his eyebrow when you caught his nipple, and tangled your fingers in his hair at the nape of his neck. William pulled you towards him so your chests were against each other’s, and slipped his tongue into your mouth, enjoying your moan of satisfaction as he did so.

He nibbled on your bottom lip and tugged at it with his teeth gently, before moving your hands from his hair so he could pull your shirt over your head. He tossed your shirt to the floor and yanked on your hair so your head fell back, and your neck was exposed. He latched his lips onto your neck and started sucking, determined to leave a mark, while caressing your breast over the fabric of your bra.

“Take it off” you moaned, relishing the sensation of his lips on your neck.

Without any hesitation, he undid the clasp and threw your bra over his shoulder. Immediately he went back to caressing your boob and flicking your nipple between his fingers, simultaneously nipping at your neck and smirking as gasps escaped from your mouth.

He squeezed harder before he removed his mouth from your neck and grabbed your nipple with his teeth. He tugged on it, pulling down on it as you rose up on your knees and yanked on his blonde hair letting out moans of pleasure.

He released your nipple and slapped your ass, motioning for you to get up.

You stood up and William laid you back on the couch, leaving behind a trail of kisses as he made his way back up to your breasts, squashing his face between them.

“Yeah, good luck with that. Did you forget my boobs are non-existent?”

“I’m not complaining” he mumbled, pressing kisses all over your breasts.

You smiled to yourself, happy that at least someone was content with the size of your boobs.

William sat back and tugged on your jeans, grinning at you until you finally gave in and unbuttoned them for him. He slid them down your legs and threw them aside with the rest of your clothes, then started fiddling with the hem of your lace panties.

“You want those off, you’re gonna have to even up the playing field” you smirked, reaching for William’s shorts and yanking them down, salivating at the sight of his stiff cock fighting against the fabric of his boxers.

He winked at you as he slowly shimmied your panties down your legs, teasing you as he realised you were lifting your hips towards his face, desperate for him to get down to business.

“Patience” he growled, pulling your panties quickly down the rest of the way and then swinging them around on his finger like a lasso.

“Hurry up then” you whined, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer to you.

“What part of patience didn’t you understand?” he hissed.

“The patience part” you chirped, pushing your hips up again, desperate for some contact.

William sat back on his knees, enjoying the fact that he was teasing the fuck out of you right now.

“Are you gonna listen?” he teased.

“Are you really going to threaten the woman that has to carry your child for the next six months?”

“Fair point” he chuckled, resting his hands on your knees and gently spreading your legs open, admiring your dripping cunt.

A smirk spread across William’s face, “now this brings back memories”

“Stop talking and do something before I do it myself”

“I’m totally fine with that”

“William!”

“Just having a bit of fun babe” he said before ducking down between your legs and swiping his fingers through your juices.

He brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked up your juices, cocking his eyebrows at you as you continued to buck your hips towards him.

A sense of relief rushed through you as you felt his fingers trace your lips, hovering over your entrance. He slid two fingers in and you moaned in delight at the friction that you were finally experiencing, before he slipped in a third and you found yourself caressing your breast.

“Fuck that’s hot” William said, stopping what he was doing and staring you down as you flicked your nipple between your fingers and squeezed your breast tight.

“That wasn’t your cue to stop”

“Sorry” William smirked, returning to sliding his fingers back and forth, searching for your g-spot.

With each probe you let out a gasp as you felt him getting closer and closer to your sweet spot. You were whimpering as you urged him to go just that little bit deeper, a mess in his hands as you felt his thumb rubbing against your clit.

“You’re so clo-” you managed to stammer out as William hit your g-spot and you came all over his fingers, squeezing your eyes shut as you rode out your orgasm.

You were a moaning mess, and you briefly opened your eyes to see William looking far too pleased with himself as he slowly pulled his fingers out and sucked up your juices.

“Fuck”

You looked up at William and saw him palming himself through his boxers, his hard member about to burst through the flimsy fabric.

“Take your pants off” you ordered breathlessly.

William smirked, “what’s the magic word?”

“Shut up and take your pants off”

He winked at you and pulled his boxers down, his cock slapping back against his stomach.

“Sit”

“Yes boss” he said smugly, sitting down on the couch as you got up and positioned yourself on your knees.

You wrapped your hand around William’s cock and slowly started pumping, enjoying the fact that, for the moment, you were in charge.

“Is that good?” you asked, surprisingly quite nervous because you really wanted to please him.

“Mhhhm” he mumbled, keeping his eyes on yours.

If you were being honest, you hadn’t given a hand job since you were with your ex-boyfriend and even then, you still preferred to be the one that was being pleased – never doing the pleasing. But you really wanted to make William feel good, like reallygood, since he’d already figured out how to read you like a book when it came to sex.

William, noticing that you were nervous, pushed your hair back and said “babe, if you don’t want to you don’t have to”.

You gave him a few quick pumps before deciding on a different tactic – one you were more comfortable with.

You flicked your hair over your shoulder and gently took hold of his shaft, licking from the tip of his cock until you reached your hand.

“Good?”

William grunted and dug his hands into your hair as you licked the length of his cock again, before closing your lips on his tip. As you went further down on his cock, you cupped his balls with your hands and lightly rubbed you fingers over them, creating a ticklish sensation.

You wanted to sneak a peek up at William but his fingers were gripped so tightly in your hair that the only way you would be able to move, was if he yanked your head back. So, you gave one of his balls a gentle squeeze and felt his cock pop from your mouth as William pulled your head back and groaned in pleasure.

“You didn’t tell me you were going to do that” he moaned, releasing your hair so you could move your head back to his cock.

“Didn’t you like it?” you teased, knowing full well that he did, and going down on his cock again.

“Mmm fuck” he breathed as you gave his balls a light tug and he grabbed hold of your hair again.

You moved your mouth up and down on his cock a few more times until he pulled back on your again so your eyes were locked on his.

“Hop up here babe” he directed, gesturing to the couch.

“Hey I don’t think it’s fair that you made me cum and I haven’t made you”

William put his hand under your chin and tilted your head up, “trust me, you’re about to”.

You smirked at him as he picked you up off the floor and lay you on your back on the couch. He smashed his lips to yours, immediately slipping his tongue into your mouth while he ran his fingers through your hair. Your hand traced the curves of his muscled arm, while your other hand was nestled at the nape of his neck, twisting his hair around your fingers.

He pulled back momentarily to spread your legs, smirking when he realised you’d gotten even wetter while you’d been sucking him off. You lifted one of your legs up and rested it on the top of the couch, hoping to give him some more room to manoeuvre since his couch was nowhere near as big as his bed.

William lined his cock up with your entrance, a gasp escaping your mouth as he briefly slipped in and out while he positioned himself. He placed his hands next to you and held himself over top of you as you felt his cock slide in, leaving you whimpering and grasping for his hair as he started to slowly thrust into you.

A chorus of moans and grunts erupted from both of you as he started to gradually build up speed, his blonde hair falling over your face as you found yourself arching your back against the couch. Before you knew it you were tilting your head back as well, gasping as with each thrust you were closer and closer to your climax.

William didn’t seem like he could hold on much longer as his thrusts started to get sloppier and he gripped your onto your hair tighter.

“Babe, I’m not gonna last much longer” he breathed.

You nodded as he thrusted once more, coming inside of you as your walls closed in around him and your juices flowed once again. William lay down on top of you, running his fingers up your arms as you both rode out your highs, while your legs shook and you ran your fingers through his hair.

He gently kissed you, nibbling slightly on your bottom lip as he pulled back, smiling at you. For some reason you ended up laughing, probably because you felt so comfortable with him and for one of the few times in your laugh, you didn’t have this awkward ‘what now’ after sex. Instead you could just lay here with William in a comfortable silence, although silence wasn’t usually his strong point.

“Nice job babe” he said with a smirk, twirling a strand of your hair around his finger.

“Not so bad yourself”

“Hey, I at least said ‘nice job’. I was expecting a bit more of a compliment than that” he whinged.

You sat up on your elbows, laughing as William’s face went straight into your breasts, “you were fucking amazing”.

“Thank you” he mumbled from in-between your breasts, lifting his head up only so he could kiss you again.

William rolled over so his back was against the couch cushions, and you took the hint to roll over onto your side so he could slip in behind you and wrap his arms around you. He wrapped his left arm over you and started playing with your hair with his free hand, while you snuggled further into him, smirking slightly as you felt his cock against your bare skin.

“You’re so beautiful” he spoke quietly into your hair.

You could feel your cheeks blushing, like they always did when he so much as looked at you, but it meant so much more to you now that you could feel your body changing. Sure you weren’t showing to the point that it was obvious, but you could see that you were pregnant and so could William, so it made you smile when you heard him say that.

“You don’t have to say that” you said, never allowing yourself to properly take a compliment.

“I’m not saying it because I have to, I’m saying it because it’s true” he said seriously, still continuing to twirl your hair with his fingers.

You could feel what you wanted to say to him but you knew it was way too soon for that, only you weren’t sure how else you were supposed to express how you felt about him any other way. If you said this it would definitely change everything, and you thought he felt the same way but you also weren’t sure if half of it was just because you were carrying his baby. Fuck it.

“I love-”

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

“Muffins! Fuck my muffins!” you yelled, jumping off the couch and racing into the kitchen, still completely naked, William’s laughter following you.

“The timer only just went off, relax!” he laughed.

If only he knew that wasn’t actually the reason you were yelling because, honestly, right now you wanted to throw your muffins out his apartment window since they had the audacity to interrupt your moment.

You turned the timer off and grabbed the oven mitts so you could get the muffins out without burning yourself.

“Now that’sa good look” William teased.

You hadn’t realised he’d followed you into the kitchen, so now you were standing there looking fashionable as ever with your naked ass and your oven mitts.

“I don’t suppose I can use baby brain as the reason I forgot to put clothes on first?”

“Hey, I’m not complaining. If this is how you like to finish your baking off then I am totally here for it”

You put the muffins down on board you’d put out earlier, and smacked William’s hand away as he tried to pinch one from the tray.

“They just came out of the oven” you scolded.

“But they look so yummy” he whined.

“Yeah but they’re hot”

“Just like you” he said, walking around the bench, coming up behind you and resting his hands on your tiny bump, leaving a kiss on your cheek.

“Let’s see if you still think that when I’m nine months pregnant and look like I swallowed several watermelons” you said, half-sarcastically half-seriously.

“You’re gonna look like a goddess, no matter what” he murmured into your cheek.

You turned around so you could face, standing on your tiptoes so you could give him a long, passionate kiss. A kiss that would hopefully let him know what you were too scared to say.

“What was that for?” William asked as you pulled away and settled your head into his chest.

Here was your second chance.

“William, I lo-”

“Willy open the door, I’ve been knocking for like 5 minutes and I’m starving”

Your eyes snapped open wide, looking at William with genuine terror in your eyes.

“Fuck, I forgot Kappy was coming over” he said, sending you an apologetic look.

“I’m in your kitchen completely naked – correction – pregnant andcompletely naked, and your friend is knocking at the door”

“Yeah”

“Yeah, I’m gonna go hide in your room before this gets weird” you said, kissing him on the cheek and tiptoeing quickly towards William’s room.

“Don’t you want your clothes?” he yelled.

You stopped and covered your face with your hands, “do you think you could’ve said that any louder?”

“Relax, he probably didn’t even hear” William said, tossing you your clothes.

“If you want to go for a second round I can come back later” Kasperi chirped from out in the hall.

You glared at him as William mouthed ‘I’m sorry’ while he rushed to get dressed.

“Don’t you dare eat any of my muffins” you snapped, ducking into William’s room.

“Can’t make any promises babe”.

#william nylander #william nylander imagine #william nylander fic #nhl imagine #nhl imagines #toronto maple leafs #nylander #willy nylander #it took one night #william nylander imagines #hockey imagines #nhl fic #hockey fic #smut #william nylander smut #hockey smut

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Healing pod au

I asked @kaxpha permission to write for this like forever ago, and I finally did it. Here’s my take on the healing pod au.

“There’s nothing more you can do.” Coran says, as he kneels beside the small crumpled form.

The ground is still hot from the heat of the laser, and the air around them is filled with the smell of charred flesh. Lance feels sick, at himself mostly; the smell reminds him of barbecued chicken, reminds him of summer parties and cookouts, and the fact that he’s thinking about something so happy in the midst of something so horrible has him feeling sick to his stomach.

Coran stands and dusts off his pants, which at this point is a useless venture. He starts walking towards the next moaning figure, a few feet away. Lance doesn’t think Coran’ll be able to much for them either; even from here, he can see the stark white of bone showing through their chest.

He looks back at the child that Coran said was too injured to help. Their eyes flutter weakly at him, as if they can tell that Lance is looking at them. He’s supposed to be saving his strength to help the many. He’s only supposed to heal those who have a chance of survival on their own, and yes, he knows that no one would approve, but he’s gonna do it anyways.

He closes the distance between them, and kneels beside the dying child. Their chest is burnt, almost all the way through to the delicate organs underneath. This species has these weird gill like things on their upper chests that are essential to breathing or filtering air or something. If he doesn’t do something right now, this child- and there’s no doubting that this is a child- will die before their life has even really began. His mind flits back to his siblings at home, who are, or at least were when he left, about the same age as this kid is. If it were his brother or sister laying here, he’d want whoever was there to do everything they could to gurantee their survival.

Lance takes in a deep breath and presses his hands against the kid’s chest.

It’s hard to describe how it feels to give some of your own health away to someone else. When Pidge had asked, he’d told her that it felt like a vacuum, sucking energy out of him unlike a day of training never could. When Shiro had asked, he’d told him that it felt good, like the exhaustion that settles in after a long run. Both descriptions had seemed right at the time, but honestly, it was a lot more complicated than that.

“Lance?” Someone calls distantly. A stream of blood begins to drip out of his nose.

He can feel the skin growing over the kid’s gaping chest. Their breathing is getting better, sounding a lot less labored actually. Just a few more minutes until they’re fully healed.

“Lance? Stop! What’re you doing?” A voice calls again. He thinks he recognizes it, but his ears are ringing and he’s not sure if it’s Keith or Shiro.

His heard is starting to hurt, he’s feeling faint, like he hasn’t eaten all day, or no, scratch that all week. His hands don’t waver, but Lance’s arms begin to shake.

The kid, the kid is waking up now, is gonna be fine in just a minute, if he can just hold out. His nose tickles and he wants to wipe it away, but he can’t move his hand away, not yet.

“Let go!” The person says, pulling him away. As soon as Lance’s hands leave their chest, whatever was holding him upright leaves him, and he slumps into the arms of whoever interrupted him.

“Lance?” It’s Keith, Lance recognizes dimly. “Are you okay?”

“Is the kid okay?” He slurs.

Keith hesitates to look away, but does, and when he looks back, there’s tears in his eyes. Or so Lance thinks. His vision is a bit blurry now, but there’s no mistaking the feel of a tear falling onto his face. “He’s fine, Lance. He’s up and walking.”

“Good.” Lance says, content in the knowledge that his healing worked. The exhaustion hits him again, harder this time, and he lets it drag him into sleep. The sound of Keith’s frantic voice echoes in his mind, even after he succumbs to the darkness.

When he wakes up, he’s in his bed, and the familair sound of the castle’s engines are humming in the background. He sits up, and wincez at the lingering ache in his head.

“Quiznack.”

“Language.” Allura scolds from the foot of his bed.

Lance looks around, but there’s no one else in the room. “So you’re on babysitting duty, huh?”

Allura crosses her arms. “You may act like a child, but that’s not why I’m here.”

“Then why-”

“Remember how the druids harvest quintessence for the empire’s use?”

“Yeah. Kinda.”

“We stole some, and I had to spend the better part of the week healing you with it.” She stands. “I’m going to go get Keith, but please take note. If you do something so reckless again, I am the one you should be afraid of.”

Lance nods, unsure of what else to do.

Content with the fear evident in his eyes, she nods, and leaves the room. A moment later, Keith sulks in, dark purple bags under his eyes.

“You’re worse than me when it comes to the heroics.”

Lance yawns and leans against the headboard. “Maybe I am. Are you gonna yell at me about it, Mullet?”

Keith shakes his head. “No. I’m going to warn you.”

Lance quirks an eyebrow. Another warning? For what? Why bother? He saved a kid, hurrah, hurrah. He’s fine, so get over it and move on. “Warn me about what?”

“If you ever do something so stupid, so reckless ever again, we’re done.” Keith pauses to let what he said sink in. “I love you, Lance. A lot. And I keep doing this. When you finally kill yourself being the hero, I don’t want to be the one left behind.”

He stands and kisses Lance on the forehead. His lips are dry. He probably hasn’t been using that lipchat that Lance gave him to keep his lips moisturized. Keith smiles gently, sadly and walks to the door. “Hunk will bring you your food soon, okay?” And then he’s gone, and Lance is all alone, left with the consequences of his decisions.

And honestly? He wouldn’t change a thing. The question, he realizes, is can he change anyways, for the sake of his boyfriend? He isn’t so sure.

#voltron #klance #healing pod au #@kaxpha #voltron fanfic

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