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detectivejay-chuckles-halstead · 4 years

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30 Days // Jay Halstead x Reader // Pt 2:6

Description: 30 Drabbles of Jay and Reader’s life together

Words: 2034

Warnings: Fluff!

Pairings: Jay x Reader

A/N: So, I might have thrown in a tiny, small amount of angst. But overall it’s all fluff! Picture by @shilon-avatars

Part 1

6. Wearing Each Other’s Clothes

After much deliberation and talks with your best friend, you’d decided to request a weekend off work to go visit her in Indiana. Jay had tried to convince you to stay, half-hearted because he knew you missed her. There had been promises of a dinner and a movie when you got back, which you quickly agreed to.

“So, tell me about this guy!” she’d insisted as you laughed, the two of you sitting on her couch drinking wine out of Hot Box cups.

“What haven’t I already told you, Y/BF/N?” you countered quickly before thinking for a moment. “He’s sexy. Which you can’t disagree on based on those pictures I sent!” She laughed, nodding her head in agreement. “But he’s also the sweetest guy ever. He’ll text me after work, especially after the hard cases, to make sure I’m okay and that I made it home. He doesn’t judge me for my past. And honestly, I kinda miss him right now.”

You sat your cup down on the coffee table as you leaned back on the couch, pulling the fabric of the sweatshirt you were wearing up to your nose as you inhaled deeply. It smelled like Jay, one of the few pieces of clothing you’d kept when he’d left them at your house.

The weekend went smoothly, the drive back to Chicago not going quick enough for your liking. As much as you didn’t want to leave Y/BF/N, you wanted to see Jay. Thank God for the honeymoon phase of relationships. It took a split second decision to get off before your exit, parking in front of Jay’s building. You didn’t even know if he was home or not, taking a shot in the dark.

Three knocks on the door was as much as you got before he answered, a look of boredom quickly turning into surprise and excitement. He brought you in for a tight hug, melting into his arms before he pulled back.

“Is that my Hawks hoodie?” he asked, getting a laugh from you as you walked into his apartment. “I wonder how good my other clothes would look on you?” he followed up with, waggling his eyebrows. He was your kind of crazy.

7. Shopping

“Tell me again why I let you drag me here?” he asked for the third time as the two of you walked hand in hand through Woodfield Mall. It was nearly an hour north of either of your apartments, but it was where you wanted to go. Mainly for the Apple Store.

“Because you love me, and you know that I will spend too much money if you’re not here to stop me?” He laughed, adjusting positions to walk with his arm draped over your shoulder, yours hooked around his waist as you loosely held onto his shirt.

“True. But if we’re here, before we leave I want you to humor me on something.” You quickly agreed, continuing to walk through the multiple levels, stopping at more than the Apple Store. You’d managed to buy a few things, not much though because you’d made Jay promise that he’d make sure you stuck within a set budget. You knew you were done shopping, letting Jay lead you into one last store.

“What is going through your mind, Halstead?” you asked as he walked to the glass counter.

“I’m thinking I may need to know your ring size for future reference,” he quickly answered, your heart fluttering in your chest.

He wasn’t serious was he? Had you thought of marrying him? Yes, a million times. You couldn’t think of life without Jay by that point. The two of you hadn’t talked about marriage, hadn’t really had the future discussion. It seemed like he saw a future with you, wanted a future with you.

“You know, I could have told you that?” you answered as the sales rep walked over to greet the two of you.

“Okay...maybe I wanted to get a better idea of what you liked as well. I don’t want to fly blind with this.” He was too cute, too sweet as you quickly agreed. Married to Jay Halstead? You definitely saw that in your future.

8. Hanging Out With Friends

“Okay, just promise me no talks of any of the gross stuff we see everyday,” you insisted. This was the first time Y/BF/N was going to meet Jay, and you really wanted them to get along. They were two of the most important people of your life.

“Just breathe,” he instructed instead of agreeing to your request, hands firmly on your shoulders as he stared into your eyes with a soft smile. You complied, taking a deep breath in through your nose before slowly exhaling through your mouth. “Good. Now, I promise to be on my best behavior.”

You went back to making dinner, waiting for her to show up. Traffic was horrible, and knowing her, she would have left late anyway. When there was finally a knock on the door, you realized it was only twenty minutes later than planned.

“I’ll get it,” Jay assured, walking to the front door. You could hear her greet him before the pair walked into the kitchen, Jay following behind her. She gave you a knowing look of ‘you weren’t kidding, this guy is definitely hot’ getting you to laugh and shake your head.

“Hopefully parking wasn’t too much of a nightmare,” you greeted, giving her a quick hug. “Dinner is almost ready. Jay, can you get-”

“The wine out of the fridge? Of course,” he agreed, skirting behind you, his hand sliding across your lower back. You couldn’t help but see the smile on Y/BF/N face at the interaction.

It didn’t take long for the three of you to sit around the table, eating the pasta that you’d so skillfully made out of the box.

“So, Y/BF/N. What do you do?” Jay asked before taking a drink.

“I’m a pharmaceutical sales representative,” she answered. “Which definitely isn’t as interesting of a job as you and Y/N’s.”

“Your job makes a lot more money,” you reminded her with a knowing smile. “She tried to get me to join once before I moved up here. I was dead set on my five year plan though.”

“Oh yeah!” she agreed. “Y/N’s five year plan was something else, that’s for sure. That was what, seven...no eight years ago? How’s that five year plan coming along?”

“Well I’ve joined the CPD, and made my way up to Intelligence pretty fast. Though originally I was so sure I was going to be a beat cop for my entire career. Besides moving to Chicago, those are the only two things I got done on that list,” you quickly answered, rolling your eyes. Leave it up to Y/BF/N to embarrass you in front of your boyfriend.

“So, Jay. What did you do before you became a cop?” she then asked, refocusing her questioning on Jay. His hand squeezed yours a little tighter, knowing he didn’t like talking about it all that much.

“I was in the Army for five years,” he answered quickly. You shot her a look to drop the subject, getting a curt nod from the other woman.

“And how did you two meet?”

The night went smoothly, moving the party into the living room. As the night got later, you relaxed more. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to realize Jay and Y/BF/N were going to get along great in the long run.

“I should head home,” Jay finally said. “I’ll see you at work on Monday?”

“Yeah. Love you,” you told him, walking him to the door. He turned to look at you, kissing you softly with a smile.

“Love you too.” After he left, you walked back into the living room, Y/BF/N sitting on the couch with a shit-eating grin.

“Yeah. That man is something else,” she stated as you sat down next to her. “You didn’t tell me he was a living, breathing Adonis!”

“I showed you pictures!” you countered with a smile.

“Pictures do not do that man justice. Just, whatever you do. For the love of God. Don’t let that man go.” You had no intentions to.

9. During Morning Rituals

The alarm clock would go off at five every morning. Jay would hit snooze as he got out of bed, changing into his running clothes and letting you sleep for a while longer. At six, the alarm would go off again, signaling it was your turn to exit the grasps of sleep and the comforts of bed. You would walk into the kitchen, starting a pot of coffee before heading into the bathroom to take a quick shower. The water would be just the jolt you needed to officially be awake.

At six fifteen, Jay would come home, switching you out to take his morning shower as you would dry your hair with a towel wrapped firmly around your body. You and Jay would occasionally talk about any upcoming plans, ideas for a case, or just catch up if things had been going rough. You would do your make-up simple and brush your teeth. Jay would then get out of the shower.

Sharing the mirror and counter space was the difficult part in the mornings, seeing as the bathroom wasn’t the largest in the apartment. Which is how the two of you had perfected this routine, your make-up being done by the time he stepped out of the shower, which allowed him to shave as you stepped into the bedroom to get changed for the day.

Once you were dressed, you made your way into the kitchen to make a quick breakfast. What you ate depended on the day, your mood, and what was available. Some days you skipped it altogether, opting to get breakfast on the way to work. This was not one of those days, grabbing a yogurt cup out of the refrigerator before grabbing your and Jay’s travel mugs. As you ate, you would finish making the coffee to both of your preferences.

“Morning,” Jay would say as he walked out of the bedroom, dressed for the day. You would smile as he walked over, giving you a quick kiss before grabbing his coffee. “You ready to go?”

“As always,” you would agree, the two of you putting your shoes on before heading out the door. It was a routine that worked, and you wouldn’t change it for the world.

10. Spooning

It had been a rough day. And when you said rough, you meant rough. There was no denying you loved your job, because really you did. There were just some days you felt like you couldn’t handle it, getting home with tears already on your cheeks. Jay hadn’t said anything the entire ride home, hand holding yours as he rubbed his thumb across your knuckles. Sometimes he knew just what to say and other times he didn’t. Today was one of those days.

It had taken everything you had to not break down before stepping through that door. As soon as you did, though, the tears really started as sobs wracked your body. Jay brought you to him in a tight hug, not letting you go as he rested his cheek on the top of your head. Eventually, the sobs died down as your death grip on him loosened.

“Bed?” he asked softly, nodding into his chest as your response. He let you go, letting you lead the way into the bedroom. The two of you stripped down, you pulling on one of his t-shirts before laying down. He laid down behind you, arms wrapping around you as he held you to his chest, legs tangled together.

“Kids just...they make the job harder, Jay,” you said softly, gripping his arm loosely.

“I know they do,” he agreed. “There are just some sick people out in the world.”

“Yeah.” It came out barely as a whisper. There wouldn’t be much sleep that night, but as long as Jay was next to you, you knew it would be okay in the end.

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crocodileniall · 4 years

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Part 6

“Well are ya gonna kiss me or what?” Quinn asked, eyebrows raising in amusement.

Niall chuckled, shaking his head. “When ya put it like that makes me not want to.”

Quinn rolled her eyes, arms crossing over her chest. Niall peeled her arms away, a mischievous laugh escaping his lips. Though Quinn’s lips were pressed in a firm line, Niall could tell she wasn’t so angry.

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Quinn wondered briefly how long the honeymoon phase would last. It felt for a while like they were on cloud nine and nothing could ever change the way Niall and Quinn were. Life has a funny way of bursting bubbles of unsuspecting people.

Quinn and Niall were on cloud nine for exactly three weeks. It was all it took for life to pick up and things to get crazy. Quinn was rushed from conference to conference, left exhausted by the end of the night. Niall was pushing thirteen-hour days, eyes bleary in his office.

It was a mess of exhaustion for the both of them. Quinn was objectively, not lonely. Evie was still crashing with her. They smoothed things over with Poppy but that didn’t mean Evie wanted to go back to Ireland.

Evie was taking this opportunity to explore her options. A communications degree amounted to just about any job she wanted. But Evie had to ask herself, was she an office job kind of girl? And what stressors in her life drove her to sleep with her boss in the first place?

While Evie was discovering herself so to say, Quinn was trying to find out who she was in a relationship. Of course, she was changing as a person. That much is inevitable.

Did Quinn want to be the kind of girlfriend that dropped off the face of the earth when she was exhausted? The answer was no, not really. But was Niall the exact same way? Maybe.

So, when work got hard, Niall had the energy to focus only on his work. His brain was fried by the end of the day. Some nights he fell asleep at his desk or sprawled out on the couch with his hands clutched around a stack of papers. If Quinn didn’t cross his mind in those moments until her name flashed on his phone that was something she didn’t want to know.

Niall’d pick the phone up, rubbing his eyes. Quinn wouldn’t be laughing; she’d be exhausted in a hotel room wondering just when they’d get a moment together the way they had weeks ago.

Quinn was taking on more responsibility at work. She was taking charge in ways that her boss loved to see- and she wanted to see more of. If Quinn had known career advancements were so exhausting, she might have rethought it. Or rethought her sleeping habits.

It wasn’t as if they didn’t feel the distance. Niall felt it as he clutched the steering wheel on his drive home. And he felt it when he dropped his keys onto the counter and there wasn’t even an echo back to him.

Quinn felt the distance when she was in bed, Evie snoring beside her. Or when she was in the shower, mind wandering. Her fingers itched to call him, but she knew she shouldn’t. She’d just speak to Marie anyway. There wasn’t a reason to bother him, he called when he had a moment to.

On this particular night, Quinn had just gotten back from a hectic day at one of their sister museums. Her feet ached and her head was throbbing. She hadn’t heard from Niall since the night before which lead her to believe he’d slept on the couch in his office for the second time in as many days.

There was leftover pizza in the fridge. Quinn grabbed a slice, taking bite. She breathed out of her nose, eyes slipping shut. Evie was asleep on the sofa, a movie playing quietly. The day’s events weighed her body down tremendously. It was nothing bad, just a lot.

Quinn could hear her phone ringing in her jacket pocket. She wanted to remain in the spot she was in forever, but her gut was hoping it was Niall. Quinn reached into her pocket, pulling it out.

“Hello,” Quinn murmured.

“Lover,” Niall breathed out. “What are ya doing.”

“Just got home,” Quinn smiled, sitting down at the table. “What are you doin?”

“Leaving the office,” Niall told her, voice muffled. “Was wondering if you weren’t too tired...” he trailed off. “If I could stop by?”

“You don’t ever have to ask,” Quinn murmured. “Of course I want ya to.”

“Mmm okay,” he hummed, voice heavy. “I’ll be there soon. Did ya eat?”

Quinn eyed the bitten at pizza on the counter. She breathed out a gentle laugh. “Um no.”

“Fuck I’m starving,” Niall mumbled. “I’ll bring somethin. Any preference?”

“Whatever sounds good,” Quinn told him.

“Okay,” he said. “I’ll be there soon.”

“Okay,” Quinn smiled. “I’m jumping in the shower. Just come in.”

“Got it,” Niall told her. “Bye, lover.”

Quinn set her phone down, relief washing over her. She tugged her hair out of her ponytail and started into the living room. “Evie,” she said, nudging her awake.

Evie pushed her hands away, groaning. “Go away.”

“Niall’s coming over,” Quinn told her, already unbuttoning her blouse. “Just a heads up.”

“I’ll sleep on the couch,” Evie mumbled, tugging her blanket up over her head. “No worries.”

Quinn chuckled, running her hands through her hair as she walked down the hallway. She didn’t think her, and Evie would be able to do this for as long as they have been. They made good roommates under their current circumstances.

Quinn stripped her clothes off and stepped into the shower. The hot water on her skin unraveled the tension in her shoulders. It was Thursday and she was exhausted.

The week was so long. A conference in Manchester on Monday, meetings in Eastbourne on Wednesday and an exhausting day today. Quinn was never good at traveling. It always caught up to her.

By the time Quinn had shampooed and shaved, she heard the front door open. Quinn turned the water off, stepping out. She dried herself and her hair and got dressed.

Niall had Mexican takeaway on the table, a beer in his clenched fist. His eyes softened when she walked in. “Quinnie,” he murmured, hand reaching out to her.

Quinn melted into him, arms wrapping around his waist. She closed her eyes, taking him in. Niall pressed a kiss to her forehead, hand rubbing down her back. “Missed ya. How are ya?”

“Tired,” Quinn whispered. She pulled away to look at him. His eyes were dark, cheeks flushed. He had two days worth of stubble on him. Quinn brushed her fingers over his jaw. “And you look tried too.”

Niall chuckled, nodding his head. “I am. Exhausted.”

Quinn frowned, eyes scanning over his face. She smoothed out his shirt, asking, “d’ya wanna talk about it?”

“Mm no,” Niall shook his head. “Kinda wanna eat.”

Quinn nodded, pulling away from him. They sat down at the table and began opening their food. Niall sipped on his beer as they sat. “So how’s work been?”

“Um good,” Quinn nodded. “I feel like I’ve hardly been home. I was at Tring all day. Apparently one of their coordinators hasn’t been doing so well. They’re struggling with getting younger people out, so I’ve been offering some things that we’ve done.”

“So basically, you’re running two museums?” Niall mused.

Quinn laughed, shrugging her shoulders. “I wouldn’t say I’m running the place but if people stopped going to museums, we’d probably close.”

Niall smiled, taking a bite of his food. Quinn swallowed hard, setting her water down. “So uh I think I’m going to have to spend a lot of time at Tring.”

“How much is a lot?” Niall asked, looking over at her.

“They’re guessing weeks,” Quinn told him. “And they want me to like relocate for a while.”

“They want you to move out to Tring?” Niall asked slowly.

“Not move...” Quinn trailed off. “I guess put me up in a hotel for as long as they need me.”

“That’s good, though,” Niall nodded. “You’ve done so well at your job that they need you to do well in other places.”

Quinn chuckled, nodding. She set her fork down and looked up at him. “Is it bad I don’t want to?”

“You don’t?” Niall asked. “Why?”

“I just...” Quinn trailed off shaking her head. “I’ve been at this job for not even a year and sometimes I feel like I shouldn’t be the one that handles things. I am not qualified to work with researchers to develop programs,” she shook her head again. “My boss dumps a load on me and then disappears.”

“Well your boss must think you’re good at your job if she gives you more responsibility,” Niall offered gently. “But if you think Tring will be too much tell her.”

“I don’t want to be the kind of person that candle handle things when it gets too hard,” Quinn muttered, rubbing her head. “But I’m exhausted.”

“I know love,” Niall murmured.

“I’m not a good traveler either,” Quinn added with a sigh. “I think that’s why it’s so hard for me.”

“You drove what an hour both ways?” Niall asked. “That’s a lot.”

“I know,” Quinn chuckled. “That’s why I got home so late.”

Niall hummed, taking a sip of his beer. Quinn looked over to him. “What do you think I should do?”

Niall breathed out a sigh, setting his beer down. “If it were me. I’d do it.”

“You would?” Quinn asked.

“I would,” he nodded. “Because I think my job is one of the most important things in my life and I value it tremendously. But if you don’t think your job is the most important thing in the world it would mean nothing to kill yourself for it.”

“I think my job is important,” Quinn shrugged. “Just...” she trailed off with a chuckle. “Just not enough to be miserable for it.”

“Then I think there’s your answer,” Niall smiled.

“But also I wonder what opportunities I’ll have if I do it,” Quinn added, sitting back. “If I’ll get a pay raise. If I’ll get a promotion. I just don’t know.”

Niall nodded, head tilting to the side. “Maybe it’d be worth a try?”

Quinn breathed out a sigh, shaking her head. “I’m going to be working seven days a week. That is bloody awful.”

Niall chuckled, shaking his head. “I work eight days a week.”

“That’s not even possible,” Quinn laughed.

“It is,” Niall laughed. “I work like eighty hours a week. That’s more than most people work in two.”

“Well it’s all worth it in the end,” Quinn smiled.

“It is,” he agreed. “But if you decide to go to Tring, we’ll make it work.”

“I know,” Quinn nodded.

“The case I’m working on should be wrapping up soon,” Niall said. He rubbed at his forehead. “We’re due due in court by Monday, I think. Trial could last a while though.”

Those words were none of a reassurance for Quinn. But it was his job and she knew that. The fact that he was here tonight meant that she was important to him. That he longed for her after a hard day.

Quinn longed for Niall. Always. She took another bite of her food and held his glance. Niall took a sip of beer and looked away. Things were beginning to feel tense and Quinn didn’t know why.

“Where’s Evie?” Niall finally asked after a moments silence.

“The living room,” Quinn responded quietly. “Sleeping on the couch.”

“Any luck finding a job?” Niall asked.

“She’s not ready, I think,” Quinn shook her head. “Still searching for something. She tried her hand at yoga this week. Said it was pretty fun.”

“Well yoga doesn’t pay the bills,” Niall chuckled. “It doesn’t bother you that she’s here?”

“No,” Quinn shrugged. “I know she’d do the same for me. It’s not a money thing either. I don’t mind. She does the cleaning and whatnot. Sometimes she cooks. Does it bother you that she’s here?”

“No,” Niall shook his head. “Was just wondering.”

“I do kind of wish she had her own bed though,” Quinn admitted with a slight smile.

“Yeah?” Niall mused, face softening.

“Yeah,” Quinn chuckled. “Not that I mind sharing a bed, obviously. Just...” she trailed off. “For example, last night I had a sex dream and I woke up completely thrown by the fact that I was sleeping next to my best friend.”

That made Niall laugh, arms crossing over his chest. “No way.”

“I would not lie,” Quinn laughed.

“That’s interesting you had a sex dream,” Niall smiled, fingers rubbing at his jaw. “Care to share?”

“I might be willing,” Quinn nodded, leaning on the table. “After dinner, of course.”

“Well I’m ready for dessert,” Niall announced, standing up. He took both of their containers and put them in the fridge.

Quinn couldn’t help but laugh and stand up herself. She tossed their forks into the sink and pushed her chair in. Niall caught her against the counter, hands sliding down her waist.

Niall pushed the hair from her eyes and smiled. Finally after weeks of craziness, he was able to look into her eyes. It was relieving. Quinn smiled up at him, hands smoothing over his chest. Her fingers reached up to loosen his tie.

“Well are ya gonna kiss me or what?” Quinn asked, eyebrows raising in amusement.

Niall chuckled, shaking his head. “When ya put it like that makes me not want to.”

Niall was about to kiss her when the phone rang behind them. It made Quinn smile. She held up a finger, reaching behind her. “Hold that thought. My line is ringing.”

Niall laughed, backing away from her. Quinn answered the phone, pressing it to her ear. “Hello?”

“Quinn,” Brigid answered slowly.

“Hi mum,” Quinn murmured, eyes lifting to meet Niall’s. “What’s up?”

“I just got back from the pub. I went out with Maura,” Brigid answered in a tepid tone.

“That sounds like the craic,” Quinn answered uneasily. “Did ya have fun?”

“Mmhm,” Brigid hummed. “Ran into Poppy’s mother too.”

“Wow it sounds like everyone was out tonight,” Quinn chuckled. “On a Thursday, even.”

“we had a meeting at the church and the lot of us decided to go on out and grab a drink,” Brigid explained. “Want to know what I learned?”

“Sure,” Quinn mumbled.

“I learned that Niall has a girlfriend in London,” Brigid announced. “Maura didn’t even know. Poppy’s mother found out through the grapevine. Assuming Poppy told her, of course.”

“That’s interesting,” Quinn murmured, eyes meeting Niall’s.

“What?” Niall mouthed, arms crossing over his chest.

“It is,” Brigid agreed. “And so now I’m wondering why my daughter felt the need to hide an important piece of information like that from me.”

“That Niall has a girlfriend?” Quinn asked slowly, eyebrows furrowing.

“That you are Niall’s girlfriend,” Brigid clarified, a stinging bite to her tone.

“Who told you that?” Quinn asked, rather harshly.

“Poppy’s mother. Says Niall’s over all the time. Quinnie Evie and Niall are all shacked up in Chelsea havin a good old fucking time.”

Quinn let out a self-deprecating laugh, shoulders becoming tense. “And the fact that you go on believing what everyone else says rather than asking your own daughter? You have to accuse me. Make it seem like I’ve committed a fuckin crime?”

“Is it true?” Brigid asked.

“Yeah it is,” Quinn responded without a moment’s hesitation.

“Why you felt the need to lie,” Brigid chuckled. “I will never understand.”

“When did I lie?” Quinn cried, eyes pinching shut. “Because you’re not privy to every single intimate detail of my life? I’m a liar?”

“Well you’re not being fucking honest!” Brigid exclaimed.

“Mum I have to go,” Quinn breathed out. “I can’t do this right now.”

“Quinn I swear to-“

“Mum,” Quinn repeated. “When you’re not hoppin mad we’ll talk. I’ve had a long day. Please.”

“Fine,” Brigid conceded. “Is Niall there?”

Quinn breathed out a sigh, handing Niall the phone. Niall took it timidly, putting it against his ear. “Hello?”

Quinn rubbed her forehead, leaning against the table.

“It was an honest mistake,” Niall said. “We must have forgotten. Things have been crazy round here.”

“I understand.”

“I will. I’ll tell her.”

“You have a good night,” Niall smiled. He set the phone down on the counter.

Quinn was silent, eyes focused on the table. Niall wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed a kiss to her neck. “Wasn’t expecting that one.”

“Me either,” Quinn mumbled.

It’d felt like all of the energy was drained from her body after a five-minute conversation. She didn’t know how Niall could do it. With a smile on his face, even.

“She’s upset,” Niall commented. “Did Brigid say anything worth mentioning?”

“Apparently Poppy told her mother that you, Evie and I are cozy here in Chelsea,” Quinn murmured. “And that I’m also a liar and I owe my mother every single detail of my life.”

“Well we know that is objectively false,” Niall chuckled. “And we need not be upset.”

“I notice your mother isn’t calling you,” Quinn pointed out, turning around to face him.

“That’s just the relationship we have,” Niall chuckled, shrugging. “She hears a lot of shit about me while I’m away. People talk. We can’t help that.”

“But you’re not feeling like absolute shit about it,” Quinn shook her head, stepping away from him.

Niall’s arms fell to his side. He sighed, “why do you feel like shit?”

“Because she always does this,” Quinn cried, running her fingers through her hair. “I do nothing wrong and she freaks out. Makes it this giant deal.”

“Do you feel guilty?” Niall asked softly. “Because you think you should have told her?”

“I...” Quinn trailed off. “I don’t know. Maybe.”

“Then maybe you just feel that for a minute,” Niall nodded. “Try to figure out what it means.”

“Because I want to tell her those things,” Quinn whispered. “I just don’t know how. She doesn’t make it easy.”

Niall nodded, reaching out to pull her into a hug. Quinn crashed into his chest, clutching at his shirt. He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “That’s okay,” he whispered.

“This day was awful,” Quinn mumbled. “Like really awful.”

Niall chuckled, nodding. “It was. Really fucking awful.”

“Do you want to hear about my sex dream now?” Quinn asked, pulling away. She looked up at him straight faced.

Niall had to pull her in for a kiss right on the spot. Quinn couldn’t help but laugh against his lips, stumbling into him. Niall kissed her twice more before letting her go.

Quinn was still laughing, hand sliding into his. It made Niall smile. As long as she was happy, she could talk about sex dreams all day long.

They stumbled into the bedroom, door closing behind them. Niall was pulling his tie off as they fell into bed. Quinn kissed his face and rolled over to her side. “Wanna hear it?”

“Lay it on me,” Niall smiled, tossing his tie onto the floor.

“Okay,” Quinn smiled, cheeks absolutely aching. “So I’m laying in bed alone and I’m like so turned on. I called you but you didn’t answer so I thought fuck it. I pulled out my vibrator-“

“You have a vibrator?” Niall cut her off, sitting up.

Quinn breathed out a laugh, laying onto her back. “Yes I do. Moving on. So I-“

“Why haven’t we used it?” Niall cut her off again.

“I’m not going to tell my dream, am I?” Quinn laughed, legs collapsing on the bed.

“Why haven’t we used it?” He repeated, leaning over her to meet her eyes. “Answer my questions Quinn or I will tickle you until you cry.”

Quinn laughed, rolling onto her side. “I don’t know why we haven’t used it. I mean it’s just collecting dust under me bed. Haven’t used it for a while. I like it better when ya eat me out, but I suppose we can give it a try.”

“I want to use it on ya,” Niall urged, fingers sliding down her stomach, toying at the waist and of her pants.

“Okay okay,” Quinn laughed as his hands dipped into her shorts. She pulled Niall’s hand out, sitting up. “Don’t ya want to hear the rest of the dream?”

“Yeah I do,” Niall nodded, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Kinda wanna hear you tell it with me hands down your pants, though.”

Quinn breathed out a laugh, falling against him. Her nose brushed against his neck as she nodded. “Go on, then.”

Niall pulled her onto his lap, hands sliding down her panties. Quinn let out a breath, eyes slipping shut. “So you had the vibrator?”

“I had the vibrator,” Quinn breathed out as his fingers rubbed against her clit. “And I turned it on. I put it against my clit and as soon as I did, you rushed in.”

“Then what,” Niall urged, kissing at her neck.

“Then you took it from me and...” she trailed off, head tipping back. “And scolded me. And then....” Quinn cut off with a moan, back arching. Niall sucked at her neck which made her moan even more. “You fucked me.”

Niall pulled his hands from between her legs. Quinn groaned, eyes opening. “Why’d you stop? I was so close.”

“I know you were,” Niall murmured. “We haven’t talk about this yet.”

“What?” Quinn asked.

“Sex,” Niall responded, rolling his eyes. “Obviously we haven’t done that yet. What does it mean if you’re dreamin’ about it?”

“I dunno,” Quinn shrugged, falling onto the bed beside him. “Kind of too tired to like think about that tonight.”

“But you’d want to?” Niall asked, looking down at her.

“Of course,” Quinn smiled, catching his eye. To tease, Quinn slid her hand into her panties to brush over her clit.

“Quinn,” Niall warned, eyes narrowed at her.

It made her laugh, rolling onto her side. Niall laid down beside her and sighed. Quinn pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Of course I want to have sex with ya. I’m wondering why we waited so long in the first place.”

“Me too,” Niall chuckled. “Does it feel like a big deal to ya now?”

“Kind of,” Quinn admitted. “What if we’re like bad it?”

Niall huffed, eyes drifting up to the ceiling. “We will not be bad at it, Quinn. That’s ridiculous.”

“Is it?” Quinn questioned. “Think about it. The first time is never good.”

“Well fuck Quinn if ya talk like that I’ll never be able to get it up t’night,” Niall grumbled, sitting up.

“Well I’m not talkin’ about fucking tonight!” Quinn exclaimed, sitting up. “But I’m just saying when we do. It might be bad.”

Niall rubbed his forehead and sighed. “I was so excited for this night. I was going to use the vibrator and we were both gonna cum but now I can’t.”

Quinn breathed out a laugh, shaking her head. She leaned over the side of her bed and pulled out a box. “This won’t change your mind?”

“What is that?” Niall mumbled grumpily.

“Open it,” Quinn smiled, extending it towards him.

Niall let out a sigh, taking it from her. He opened the lid, setting it beside him. Inside was Quinn’s collection of toys. A vibrator, a dildo, some stray condoms, a pair of handcuffs.

“What is this?” Niall questioned, looking over to her.

“My toys,” Quinn drawled out. She tilted her head to the side. “Don’t ya wanna play?”

Niall hummed, his grumpy face spreading into a smile. He looked down at the box and then back up at her. “I think you should play by yourself t’night. I’ll watch.”

Quinn frowned, “No fun.”

“We’ll see,” Niall shrugged. “Go on, then, lie down.”

“Okay,” Quinn murmured, taking the vibrator from him. She laid back on the bed, head propped on a pillow.

Niall set the box back on the floor and settled between her legs. Quinn shifted on the bed, spreading her legs out. Niall was just watching her but it was sending Quinn into over drive.

Quinn turned the vibrator on, shifting again. Niall spread his hands over her thighs, calming her body. Quinn relaxed, holding the toy in the most familiar way.

“Usually I start slow,” Quinn murmured, rubbing the vibrator over her pantie-clad labia and then up to her clit. The sensation made Quinn breath in deeply, eyes falling shut.

Niall could just see the pleasure coursing through her body. The way her stomach pulled and her thighs clenched. Quinn repeated the action a few times before pushing her panties down. Niall took them off of her legs, tossing them on the floor by her pants.

Quinn was so wet, dripping onto the sheets. Niall groaned, resisting the urge to dip his fingers into her heat. Quinn started again, rubbing the vibrator against her clit. She moaned, writhing against the bed.

Niall kept his hands on her thighs, pushing her legs further apart. Quinn gasped as his fingers brushed against her folds. She kept her movements steady, rubbing against her clit. Niall pressed kisses against her thighs, humming. “You look incredible like this,” Niall murmured. “Fuck. The way your body moves. Does it feel good?”

“So good,” Quinn breathed out. “Feels so good.”

“Come on, lover,” Niall murmured. “Cum. Wanna see you cum.”

“Fuck,” Quinn gasped out, body writing as her orgasm crashed through her body. Niall was left almost speechless. Quinn dropped the vibrator on the bed, rolling onto her side.

The sound of her breathing and the toy vibrating against the bed echoed throughout the room. Niall sat up, turning it off. He pushed his fingers through Quinn’s hair and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

Quinn opened her eyes just long enough to kiss Niall softly, fingers settling on his chest. Niall kissed her again, chastely. Quinn hummed, pushing her hair off of her shoulder. “Want me t’blow ya?” She asked.

Niall breathed out a laugh, eyes pinching shut. “The way you lack eloquence. You’re always irish.”

Quinn laughed, eyes fluttering open. She kissed him chastely. “As are you.”

“Then fuck yeah, quinnie,” Niall murmured. “Blow me.”

Quinn breathed out a laugh, pressing a sloppy kiss to his lips. She reached down to undo his belt and unbutton his pants. Niall shifted on the bed, laying back. Quinn started unbuttoning his shirt and straddled him.

“So pretty,” Niall murmured. Quinn smiled down at him, pushing his shirt off.

Niall tossed it to the floor and then cursed. “Quinn would it be incredibly unsexy if I hung my clothes up?”

Quinn huffed out a laugh, rolling off of him. “Go on.”

Niall laughed, standing up. He picked his shirt and tie up off the floor and kicked his pants off. “I don’t want them to wrinkle. Just in case I have to wear them tomorrow.”

Quinn laughed, shaking her head. Niall disappeared into her closet. He came back moments later and plopped back down on the bed in only his briefs.

Quinn met him for a kiss, tongue diving into his lips. Niall moaned, eyes slipping shut. Quinn reached her hand down to palm at his semi hard cock.

Niall deepened the kiss, leaning into it. Their lips moved languidly together. Quinn pulled away, kissing down his jaw to his neck. She pressed teasing kisses down the column of his throat. A chuckle rumbled out of his throat. Quinn smiled against his neck, pulling away to look at him.

Quinn straddled him again, kissing down his chest. She rutted her hips against his, his hard cock rubbing against her center. Niall groaned at that, eyes slipping shut.

By the time Quinn settled between his legs, he was hard and leaking against his hip. Quinn hummed, fingers gingerly brushing against him.

Niall relaxed his body against the bed, no sense of urgency. He’d let Quinn take him slow. He needed that.

Quinn wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and pumped slowly. Niall hummed, eyes slipping shut. Quinn started at the bottom, licking a stripe up the underside of his cock. It sent a shiver down his spine.

Quinn used her other hand to hold her hair back. She wrapped her mouth around his tip, dipping her head slowly. Niall groaned, “fuck, Quinn. Feels so good.”

Quinn hummed against him, bobbing her head with more intent. Niall let the pleasure take over, stomach clenching. Quinn didn’t give him a chance, taking him down to the back of her throat. Niall groaned, hands reaching down to her. “Gonna cum, lover.”

Quinn pulled off, breathing heavily. “Give it t’me.”

Quinn took him down again, holding him by the hips to stave him from fucking into her mouth. Niall let out a guttural moan, eyes pinching shut. His orgasm washed through him in a way that left him breathless, gasping for air. Quinn pulled off, swallowing his release.

Niall pulled her up to him, catching her lips in a gentle kiss. Quinn smiled against his lips, pushing her fingers through his hair. Niall hummed against her lips, resting her forehead against hers.

“I’ll be right back,” Quinn murmured, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Stay,” Niall mumbled, grabbing at her waist.

“You have to pee after sex or you’ll get a ps4,” Quinn murmured, pulling away.

“That’s not right,” Niall laughed, opening his eyes to look at her.

Quinn laughed, crawling out of bed. “STD ps4 it’s all the same.”

Quinn disappeared into the bathroom to go to the bathroom. Niall could already feel the exhaustion creeping up on him. He wanted to stay in bed with Quinn like this forever.

Quinn returned to bed, settling herself beside him. Niall wrapped his arm around her and placed a gentle kiss to her head.

“So...” Quinn trailed off quietly. “About this sex thing?”

Niall breathed out a chuckle, eyes closing. “What about it?”

“When d’ya think it’s a good time?”

Niall hummed. “Well I’d like t’take ya out for a proper date. Romantic and whatnot. A fancy one,” he said.

“And?” Quinn murmured.

“We go back to my place where there are no pesky interruptions like house phones or roommates,” Niall chuckled, lips brushing against her forehead.

“I like the sound of that,” Quinn smiled.

“Then obviously I’d take ya into me room and fuck ya,” Niall murmured, fingers sliding down her hips. “Good n hard.”

“Promise?” Quinn whispered, looking up at him.

“Promise,” Niall smiled. He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “And the first time will be so good you’ll feel it in your legs for days, lover.”

Quinn let out a shuddery breath, an ache between her legs. “You’re gonna get me turned on again,” she whined, nose brushing against his jaw.

“Already turned meself on just thinkin about it,” Niall laughed. “And you brought it up.

Quinn breathed out a laugh, pulling the duvet up to her shoulders. Niall tightened his arms around her waist. “Sorry we went so long without bein together.”

“It’s okay,” Quinn mumbled, legs tangling between his. “We were both busy.”

“I know,” Niall murmured, eyes fluttering. “I should do better.”

“Niall,” Quinn frowned, pulling away from him to look him in the eyes. “Look at me.”

Niall opened his eyes, looking down at her. Quinn inched closer to him, their noses brushing. “Don’t say that. I’m not upset. Did ya think I am?”

“A little?” Niall admitted, nodding his head gently.

“I’m not,” Quinn shook her head. “I’ve missed you, obviously. But I’m not upset. I’m more tired than anything.”

“I know,” Niall mumbled, pushing his fingers through her hair. “But if-if ya ever feel like I’m neglecting ya promise you’ll tell me?”

“I respect your job,” Quinn breathed out, a gentle laugh escaping her lips. “And you. I won’t make you choose.”

“But my time is yours,” Niall urged, eyes all but pleading. “And if ya ever need me just call me. I don’t care what I’m doin I’ll make time,” he whispered.

“Niall...” Quinn trailed off softly. “Where’s all this coming from?”

Niall’s hand fell to the bed, his eyes closing briefly. Quinn sat up beside him. Sometimes it was easier not to make eye contact. Niall took a breath. “This case just has me thinking. It’s important to be with the people ya care about. I don’t know. I just don’t want you to think ya can’t reach me while I’m at work.”

“I know,” Quinn nodded. “If I need ya I’ll call.”

“And if it’s late and you just need me to be here tell me,” Niall told her, eyes focused on the duvet bunched up at their waists. “Because This has happened before. We go weeks without seeing each other and suddenly you’re resentful of me but never tell me and I’m confused because you’ve completely lost it and it feels like it’s out of nowhere because you fuck- you never told me in the first place.”

Quinn let out a sharp breath, fingers gripping the duvet. She looked over at him. “Did that happen?”

“A couple times,” Niall nodded.

“Well it won’t happen again,” Quinn murmured, voice soft. “If I feel bad about anything I’ll tell ya. I won’t make ya guess. Long as you do the same for me.”

“I will,” Niall nodded.

Quinn wouldn’t allow him to close himself off. She crawled herself onto his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. It made Niall laugh, arms sliding around her waist. “Quinn,” he mumbled. “We were being serious.”

“Serious time over,” Quinn mumbled.

Niall hauled them over, Quinn falling onto her back. He hovered over her, lips brushing hers teasingly. Quinn pulled him down, kissing him soundly on the lips. Niall let his hands slide down her hips.

Quinn pulled away, hand on his chest. “There is no way you’re gettin me started again. It’s so late. We need to go to sleep.”

Niall hummed, lips kissing down her neck. “Maybe tomorrow is a half-day.”

“Niall,” Quinn laughed. His kissed became sloppier and messier the closer he got to her chest. “You say that now but we both know you’ll get a phone call early tomorrow and you’ll have to run off. Think it through.”

“I am,” Niall laughed, pulling away to look at her. He pushed the hair off her shoulder and watched as it splayed out on the bed. “And I can’t think of a reason why I shouldn’t eat you out right now.”

Quinn groaned, eyes slipping shut. Her hand on his chest became weak. Niall kissed her again, all tongue, driving her crazy. It fogged her mind. She pulled away, breathing out a laugh. “Niall seriously. Bad idea. I’m tellin ya.”

“It’s been so long,” Niall murmured. He placed teasing kisses down her chest. “Since I’ve had my mouth on ya.”

Quinn let her eyes slip shut. The amount of sexual tension between them had to been illegal. And for his voice to sound so good against her skin.

“Tell me to stop and I will,” Niall whispered, nosing along her jaw. “We can just go to sleep.”

Quinn smiled, hand soundly pushing him away. “It’s for your own good. We should go to sleep.”

Niall collapsed in bed beside her, a pained laugh escaping his lips. “Fine, Quinnie. If that’s what you want.”

Quinn pulled the duvet up to their chins. He wrapped his arm around her while turning off the lamp beside the bed. Quinn places a kiss to his stubbly cheek. “How about in the morning?” She offered.

“I could use some persuading,” Niall mumbled, fingertips brushing down her arm.

Goosebumps rose on Quinn’s skin. She smiled. “I’m sure you’ll wake up before me. And maybe your hand winds up somewhere between my legs. And I wake up breathless, panting your name.”

“Go on,” Niall encouraged, a smile spreading across his lips.

“And maybe somehow we end up in the shower,” Quinn continued, eyes slipping shut. “And maybe I show you the proper use for the shower head.”

Niall laughed, arms tightening around her waist. “I’m hearing a lot of Quinn’s orgasms. What about Niall’s?”

Quinn laughed, shrugging her shoulders. “We’re speaking hypothetically. I suppose we’ll just have to see what happens.”

“Sounds unfair if ya ask me,” Niall chuckled.

“Luckily, I didn’t,” Quinn laughed already knowing it’d piss him off.

Niall poked her side making her laugh and twist away. “I’m wondering who the fuck you’re talking to.”

Quinn laughed harder as his laugh echoed around the room. She pulled him closer, murmuring a halfhearted apology. Niall pressed a kiss to her forehead.

An emotion rushed over Quinn that she couldn’t quite place. She felt it from her eyeballs to the tip of her toes. With Niall’s arms around her, she wanted to stay forever.

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blu-joons · 5 years

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You Threaten To Leave Him ~ Jeon Jungkook

Prompts; 1, 5, 68

You never expected life with Jungkook to be easy. There were difficult times, naturally. Long distance, heavy days, tiring shifts, it was all part of the job, but sometimes it did leave cracks in your relationship. It was the small moments that bothered you, how he’d miss important days, or sometimes forget to pick you up from work.

To begin with, you could cope with it, the honeymoon phase was perfect. But, as reality set in and the two of you began more and more comfortable around each other, those cracks soon began to grow bigger as life for the two of you became more real.

For hours, you’d been sat at home listening to Jungkook upstairs trying to rehearse for tomorrow’s gig. It wasn’t that you minded, but you hadn’t seen him in over a week, and this time was the only time you’d get to spend with each other in a while.

Eventually, you made your way upstairs. The sound of his voice still brought a soft smile to your face, but it was soon tinged with sadness when you remembered that he’d chosen to stay up here and work on music than spend time with you.

“If you’re trying to creep up on me, you’ll have to be quieter,” he said, turning around to face you.

“I’m surprised you remember I exist.”

He stood up, adjusting his microphone, keeping well away from you. “I’ve got things to do here Y/N, if you don’t want something, then just go.”

“I thought you might want to spend some time with me before leaving tomorrow, but clearly I was wrong,” you sighed, leaning against the doorframe. “I’m not needed, right?”

His shoulders shrugged, trying his best to ignore your sassy comments. The pressure was building for tomorrow, and the last thing he needed was any distractions. His career was the most important thing to him right now, and things had to be perfect.

“Jungkook, can you at least acknowledge me properly,” you begged.

Finally, he put everything down, and turned to face you, like he should have done from the start. He began to sense that you were becoming agitated and frustrated by the harsh tone of your voice. Stepping back, he looked closer at how you were feeling.

“I’m not going to lie Jungkook, I don’t know who you are anymore. Recently I feel like we’ve been living as strangers rather than boyfriend and girlfriend. It’s like I don’t exist, I’m just a figure around the house rather than someone you’re supposed to love and adore.”

He looked to the floor, shaking his head, swaying his long fringe sideways. “I’ve not changed. I don’t think anything has changed to be honest.”

“Really? Because right now, I don’t even know if I want to be here right now.”

He brushed your comment aside, not thinking for one moment that you could be serious. It was flippant, you were angry, you’d stick around, always. The two of you had come to far just to throw it away because you had been experiencing a few bad days.”

“It feels like you just want me to walk right out that door.”

He giggled under his breath, “if you want to leave, go, I’m not stopping you,” he mumbled, taking you by complete surprise.

“If that’s how you feel, then I will. I thought you actually cared about me Jungkook, but I’m beginning to think that was all just a pack of lies to trick me into this relationship.”

You walked out of the room, but a hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you back into the room. “Don’t actually go.”

“Then make up your mind!” You pleaded, throwing your head back. “I don’t play games Jungkook, but I am so close to walking out of that door. I won’t be treated like this.”

The reality of what was happening around him soon dawned on him, as he tightened his grip around your wrist, refusing to let you go. The reality that your words weren’t just threats broke his heart, he never, for a second, thought you felt this way.

“I may have been a bit of a bad boyfriend, but I need you right now, more than ever. Life is crazy, and I don’t know what to do anymore. If I’m with the boys, I upset you. If I’m with you, then I upset the boys and management because they think I don’t care.”

You sighed, taking a step closer towards him, feeling his hand move so it rested on your hip. You wanted to stay, because deep down, you needed him too. “I don’t want you to upset anyone, I appreciate that work is hard.”

“But I don’t know how not to do it,” he whimpered, “I feel like I’m at a loss either way.”

“We’ll figure something out,” you assured him.

“I just want to solve things so that you stay,” he huffed, looking up at yours eyes. His had lost their shine, you were beginning to see just how broken he was becoming. “You’re the only thing that is keeping me going some days, I can’t have you leave me. Not now, not ever.”

You hadn’t realised just how hard things were getting. Jungkook was great at bottling his feelings up, which sometimes added to the tension between you both. You wrapped your arm around his waist, pressing your body against his.

“I know that things haven’t always been easy recently, and I’m not asking for you to make me happy all the time. All I wanted was just a little something from you. You’re leaving tomorrow, and even though you’re here, in my heart it never felt like you’d come home. I was beginning to think you didn’t want me around anymore Kook.”

“That was never my intention,” he told you, “I had sleepless nights on tour sometimes because I wanted to see you so much. For the rest of the night, I’ll forget about the music, and instead I’ll spend time with what’s truly important, you. I’ve neglected you for far too long recently, it’s about time I made a few changes.”

“You’ll still smash tomorrow, regardless,” you encouraged.

He nodded, as the corners of his mouth began to turn up into a smile. “Do you think maybe you could find the time to come tomorrow? It would mean a lot to me to have you there cheering me on. Plus, you’ve not been to a BTS concert in a while, a lot has changed since you last came, the shows are even better than before.”

“I might be able to squeeze it into my busy schedule,” you teased. “All joking aside, I would love to come and see you perform on stage once again.”

“I’ll make it happen,” he said, wrapping his arms around your waist. “I want you right there by my side tomorrow.”

You nodded, resting against his chest “I’ll be there, just like I’m always there for you.”

“Thank you jagi, so much, for everything.”

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If You’d Just Wanted Me (4/5) - Billy Russo x Reader

Author’s note: I have no idea if a did the reader justice but I tried to catch her emotional state (kinda tough lately because I’ve been feeling kinda empty lately) while making sure Billy remains an asshole, lol. Who knows if people even still care about this story, judging by last chapter’s responses. 🤷🏻‍♀️

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Billy’s words remained to be true.

You might actually grow to like this place. Before the big fallout, you honestly could have imagined living here with Billy once you were finally married.

It was beautiful.

Even the ride up the driveway filled you with anticipation while you were looking out the window of Billy’s Bentley. Never in your wildest dreams or even your own salary, did you consider ever living in such a place. From the outside it looked like a colonial house which almost bordered on a villa. Pretty secluded from the other neighbors as well.

It had to be a dream come true for Billy.

Wide spaces, everything just seemed so light and open. Plenty of rooms. It was a dream come true. Minus the balcony of course.

Well, you couldn’t have everything.

Your body tensed when warm arms wound around your upper body and you felt hands drop on your stomach. Billy wouldn’t let up and his chin snuggled against your neck, swaying the both of you from side to side.

His warm breath heated your skin.

Billy’s intimate whispering words caressed your neck lovingly. “What do you think?” You could feel Billy’s curious gaze on you as he tilted his head.

Your eyes met the white walls, feeling still far too numb to process all of this. You wondered how long Billy had this house in his possession.

“If you want, we could paint the walls.” Billy’s hot puffs of air made your hair sway. “I know how much you love doing that,” he whispered softly, making this so easy for you to imagine that this was such a normal occurrence and that Billy wanted to surprise you with a new house. A place which you were going to be living in for the rest of your lives.

Out of the corner of your eye, a few of Billy’s guys dropped off your bags in the foyer but decided to stay in the shadows to give you a semblance of privacy.

Your stomach dropped at the feeling of Billy stroking you through the thin material of your long-armed shirt. It felt like the raven-haired man needed to constantly remind you of his presence.

As if you could forget.

Billy was basically everywhere—watching you from afar or not missing the opportunity to keep on touching you.

It reminded you of your honeymoon phase when your relationship was still so fresh and you two were just crazy for each other.

But this felt like, after yesterday’s hot-and-cold attitude, Billy was back to his loving behavior this time around.

Your head jerked to the side when Billy’s pants made a vibrating sound. He let one arm drop to pull out his phone. Billy made a grunting noise as the warm barrier of his arm constricted you from moving anywhere else but him.

“What?” Billy hissed through his teeth, furious at the unfortunate person who dared to interrupt.

Small murmurs reached your ears, yet other than that you couldn’t detect what was being said.

Billy only nodded and hummed. “Okay.”

And with that, Billy hung up.

Oh, wow, what an exhilarating conversation.

Billy held you close to his chest and let his heated breath ghost against your neck.

Swallowing, you leaned your head back until the back of it was touching Billy’s strong shoulder. Your heart was thumping wildly in your chest, with your stomach tightening from the stimulating sensations streaming through your body.

And it was just his breath.

Billy had to know the effect he had on you and whispered, “I have to leave. Gotta deal with something.”

You felt far too shook that you only opened your mouth when Billy abruptly let go of you.

“Wait, what?” Your head twisted around so fast that your hair whipped in the air. “Where are you going?”

Billy put his arms through the sleeves of his thick long coat, sending you an enigmatic glance.

“Just some business I need to attend to,” he answered all mysteriously.

Rolling your eyes, you couldn’t help the annoyed tone of voice. “Fine. Be cryptic all you want. But you still need to tell me what’s going on.” Your arms widened, indicating your new surroundings, “Like, what are you dealing with? Why did we have to leave in the first place?”

Billy’s eyes narrowed and his eyes darkened. He stayed rooted to the spot, yet his menacing aura reached you from afar.

To be honest, you didn’t know whether to feel haunted or horny.

Billy tilted his head, pursing his lips. “Why now? I thought you tended to run away before confronting problems head-on.”

Your jaw tensed slightly at Billy’s audacity to constantly throw this in your face from now on, like some sort of emotional blackmail. It almost felt like you two were already married.

You hated it.

Oh God, and maybe you were just too blind or—more fitting—you merely didn’t want to see who Billy really was as a person.

“Was that all you got, Billy?” You paid no mind to his eyes glinting in delight. “You’ve got to try harder next time if you want me to shy away,” you hissed as your eyes lit up furiously.

Billy’s crooked smirk made the skin around his eyes crinkle. “We’ll talk about this later, (Y/N),” Billy whispered quietly. And with these words, the tall-built man turned away, ready to go through the door.

Your hands clenched to fists at your side and there was this frustration taking hold of you.“Billy, you can’t just always leave me behind, thinking I’m going to wait around for you with baited breath,” you exclaimed and loathed who you were becoming.

Some sort of dependent woman that needed a man to merely exist. “You know, I have to get to work.”

Billy turned around again, pointing a finger to you as a reminder. Or was it half of a threat? “Oh yes, you are. Because I hope you don’t mind, I took a few days off on your behalf at your workplace. I took the liberty while you were still unconscious. Told your boss that you wanted some personal time.”

A corner of his mouth turned upwards in mirth. “She probably thinks we eloped or something.”

You felt far too speechless to even react, with your mouth slightly open. What the hell?

Billy shrugged, waving his hand in the air to indicate your surroundings. “I, of course, just wanted to help get you acclimated to the new place and to help you recover, so you could get some rest.” His arms widened theatrically. “See? I can be selfless when it comes to you.”

His eyes wandered to one of his trusted guys. “Two of my men will keep you company.” His affectionate gaze swept over to you. “Don’t wait up for me, sweetheart,” Billy whispered.

Billy’s taunting words were accompanied by the door snapping shut when he disappeared.

You were bored out of your mind and you hated every second of it. So, basically, your life just consisted of waiting around for Billy to finally come home. Instead of feeling sorry for yourself, you decided to pass the time by making yourself familiar with your new home.

Maybe it was stupid but not once did you consider running away again. What was the point really? In the end, you were constantly reminded that Billy’s henchmen were armed and were far more athletically fit to catch up to you, without even trying.

Or perhaps there was a more fundamental part of you—and it was tough to even admit it to yourself—that didn’t want to anger Billy even further and to get back in his good graces.

At least, one security guard chose to stay behind on the main floor. After wandering up the stairs, you opened a door and detected Harper in some security room which was equipped with live video feeds of every single room.

Talk about overkill.

Clearing your throat, you averted your gaze and closed the door quietly behind you.

Your feet led you towards the large window and found yourself curiously overlooking the grass outside. One of your eyelids twitched at this new-found discovery. Funny, you hadn’t pegged Billy for someone who was even interested in having a lawn.

If you had to guess, you’d believe that Billy employed a gardener who’d take care of it in his stead. He wasn’t the kind to get his hands dirty.

A loud bang resounded through the house, making you jump in the air. “Oh my God,” you gasped and your hand clung to your chest, willing your racing heart to calm down.

Loud voices reached you which in turn made you slowly go downstairs. Hearing angry voices made you curious, yet they never bore anything good.

"—out of my way. Where did you put the—?"

Confusion was painted on your features while your fingers gripped the arched railing tightly, appreciating the sensory sensations permeating your skin. Needing something to reassure you.

Following the grunting voices, you finally came across Billy, whose back was turned to you as he sat on the leather couch in the living-room and bent over slightly.

Hesitation warred inside you at seeing the uncertain expression on the faces of Billy’s bodyguards who carried a first-aid kit into the living-room.

“What is going on?”

Billy’s body stilled at hearing your sudden voice. A heavy sigh left his lips. You noticed how he shook his head with pained grunts.

“Leave us. You guys are just fucking useless.”

You paid those brisk steps no mind when his men finally cleared the room.

If you had to guess, you’d say they were just glad they wouldn’t have to be in the company of Billy’s agitated state.

Slowly, your body moved around the couch until the reason behind Billy’s annoyance hit you all at once.

“You were shot?!”

Billy chuckled darkly, shaking his head. “Thank you for stating the obvious, (Y/N). You clearly are blessed with sight.”

As though your empathy was bested at seeing him hurt, you only tilted your head and crossed your arms over your chest.

In retrospect, you didn’t mind one bit that Billy was clearly in pain—judging by his tortured grimace—in fact, you were delighted in it.

Billy painted a macabre picture: his right shoulder was tainted with blood which seeped through the white shirt. It was such a strange sight, seeing Billy in casual clothes. Not to mention, his face resembled a strange Jackson Pollock masterpiece, if the artist had ever considered using blood. There was even blood on his plump lips which only enhanced his vicious nature.

Your distraught expression must have mirrored what you were thinking.

Billy smiled darkly. “Don’t worry, it’s not my blood.”

Your eyebrows rose at Billy’s words and it felt weird how this situation didn’t even make you more anxious, like it should for any other normal person. Or Billy had succeeded in desensitizing you.

Your mouth shaped into a snarl. “Oh really? Thank you, that makes me feel so much better.” You put your hands on your hips. Seriously, you had no time for any more of his bullshit.

Feeling torn between feeling worried and remaining unaffected, your gaze met Billy’s shoulder which was still bleeding profusely.

Your finger pointed to the branded spot. “You need some help with that?”

Almost like your mention of the wound reminded Billy of his aching shoulder, his head twisted to gaze upon it. “Why? You a nurse now?”

Your eyes narrowed at his tone of voice. Fine, if Billy wanted to be a child. Your body turned halfway around, like you were indicating your intentions. “No, just someone with first-aid experience. So, why don’t you have fun stitching your wound with your left hand.”

Your back was facing him when you heard his low (and rare pleading) voice, “Wait, please.” Billy let out a long and impatient sigh. Your ears detected a noise that sounded like he was cracking his neck. “Please don’t leave.” A pause kept you on suspense. “I need you.”

Who wouldn’t like to hear that? To be needed. Especially if it was coming from Billy himself.

Your body slowly turned around again. Billy looked strained to even hold his upper body straight, as he leaned forward. You admired the tense muscles and visible veins, in his hand in his action to support himself on the couch.

A soft smile played on your lips as you tilted your head. “Now was that so hard?”

Billy clenched his jaw tightly and sent you an intense glare which made you weak in the knees. You bit your lip after seeing the ink-haired man give you an upward glance through his eyelashes.

Identifying it as Billy’s serial killer look, you wondered why it still elicited strong emotions within you.

“Yes,” Billy hissed through gritted teeth.

Your head turned away while your fingers pulled the red-covered kit closer to you. You took a seat next to Billy and inspected the contents of gauze, band-aids, etc.

“But I’m not going to pull out a bullet or something like that.”

Billy exhaled. “Compromises, I guess,” he whispered under his breath.

“Can you pull off your shirt?”

Ignoring his pain, Billy languidly got rid off his light clothing. “Anytime for you.” He sent you a slow smirk although you couldn’t explain why you found this picture of an aching Billy who was still trying to be seductive, so awkwardly funny to watch.

You raised an eyebrow and felt your lips form into a grimacing smile. Your arm was in the air to halt his endeavor. “Take it easy, lover boy. You just take out the bullet while I search for the sewing tools.”

Deliberately, you turned your body sideways and focused on your current task. Without offering Billy another glance, and afraid of seeing any blood, you held some tweezers between your fingers.

“If you want to do the honors?”

The small weight was relieved from you before low grunting sounds were uttered from your left while your fingers distracted you from the random noises.

Your eyes were searching for something where Billy could dispose of the bullet and were forced to lay the plastic casing of the gauze on the pillow next to him.

“Stop the bleeding with this while I go look for some alcohol.” The white gauze remained on the pillow. You pointed a threatening finger in Billy’s direction. “Don’t think about staining the pillows.”

Small chuckling sounds were at your back while you went into the kitchen.

“I wouldn’t dare,” Billy called out before you finally came back with a bottle of whiskey. He threw his head back with a groan, “God, why are you doing this to me? Why are you torturing me? You know how much I love that bottle.”

You carefully placed the bottle on the coffee table as it made a small clinking sound. “And now she found her purpose. Making sure you don’t get an infection.” Your eyes met his left hand holding the gauze tightly against his skin.

“Okay, fine. Let’s just get this over with, (Y/L/N).” Billy rolled his eyes.

You were quite surprised to even find a small sewing kit which wasn’t usually part of a familiar first-aid kit.

Benefits of being a former marine, you’d say.

You poured a healthy amount of droplets on a cotton pad before giving off a small warning. “This might sting a little, Russo.”

You hadn’t even uttered his last name when the sting of the alcohol touched his skin.

“God—fucking—dammit!” Billy’s dark eyes felt like a brand on your skin when he gave you the foll force of his glare.

“What? I warned you.” Shrugging, you superficially cleaned his wound. “Just so you know,” your fingers threaded the suture through the curved needle, “this is actually my first time stitching up a wound, so I don’t know how this will turn out.”

Billy’s silent stare on you felt like a hot mark on your skin, making you nervous of every move you made with your fingertips. His body remained perfectly still as you reminded yourself to keep your focus on just his shoulder.

A hiss left his lips when you finally pierced Billy’s skin to make your first suture.

“Don’t worry about it. You can’t do worse than me stitching up a wound.”

Nibbling on your lower lip, you saw your chance. “Now that you’re basically … under my control, care to tell me what’s going on?”

You sent Billy an inquiring gaze, doing anything necessary to find out the truth. And finding it redundant to point to Billy’s half done shoulder.

“Nothing for you to worry about,” Billy muttered, averting his gaze from you.

You pulled a bit harshly on the suture.

Billy cried out, “Holy mother of God!” He sent you a shocked glare, with his eyes widening.

Your eyes narrowed, tilting your head in mock surprise. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I bet that must’ve hurt, huh?”

You didn’t think it was possible but Billy’s eyes lit up in frenzy at your shocking demonstration of sadism.

A deviant smirk played on the corners of his mouth while Billy debated on his following actions. He shook his head in thought and a dark curl of his usually perfectly-styled hair fell to his forehead.

“It’s a bit complicated.”

Impatience was slowly showing on your face. “Then make it simple, Billy.”

Billy winced, trying to find the right words. If you had to guess, you’d say that he has been dealing in shady business deals which might border on illegal.

“Okay, long story short: in order to survive I’ve decided to take on some assignments for my private military company which might be considered as a gray area or even—”

“Illegal, you mean,” you spoke and reminded yourself to keep on with the stitches. For a second, you felt hypnotized by the spatters of blood on his face.

Billy shrugged, not seeming to care about the semantics. “It can range from delivering black market guns to a war-torn country to completing assignments for the government which consist of getting rid off high-profile politicians. So yeah, pretty illegal.”

You closed off the wound and absentmindedly caressed the area surrounding the flaming-hot skin.

Billy seemed with his thoughts far away as his gaze met the surroundings outside.

“So, you could say that I have a lot of enemies who would love nothing more but to see me dead.”

You winced and let go of him at the casual mention of his words. Almost like he was pulled from a trance, Billy stared back at you. His aching shoulder was momentarily forgotten.

This calming and warmhearted atmosphere ruled between you two, making you slightly unsure. Despite Billy’s detailed explanation, it still felt so vague.

“And who’s the idiot,” you waved to his shoulder, “who thought … he could do this?”

Billy sighed, shaking his head with bitterness. “The one who was stupid enough to think of attacking you yesterday.”

Furrowing your brow, the hooded man responsible came to mind. Your eyes caught his wound again before they slid to his blood-tainted face. Should you be afraid or remain unaffected by all of this?

Half-lidded eyes were staring back at you and making your skin tingle with warmth. “That man thought he could get to me by hurting you.”

Your eyes lingered on the blood on Billy’s face and your eyebrows rose, not knowing if you truly wanted to know. “And what exactly did you do with him?” You whispered carefully, feeling your mouth part in curiosity.

Billy cocked his head to the side, pursing his lips in thought. “What do you think? I killed him of course,” Billy mentioned casually.

His left arm slid in the air until the back of his hand was slowly brushing a few wayward strands away from your forehead and gingerly stroking your skin.

Feeling frozen in place, you didn’t know what to think of this new development. The sensory touch stirred a warm feeling in your gut, distracting you only partly from Billy’s admitted dark words.

“Granted, that guy put up kind of a fight.” Billy made a twisted grimace, not seeming to mind the idea of a challenge. “Stupid of him, actually. But in the end, it was worth it.”

“I don’t…” You breathed in deeply. “understand. I mean,… why did you have to kill him?”

Billy revealed a small brittle smile on his face. He seriously had to start cleaning his face. A certain glint sparkled in his eyes while Billy was gazing with disbelief at you. “Because he fucking hurt you. Don’t you get it?”

“Have you killed someone before?” You whispered lowly, afraid of speaking too loudly.

The cold expression on his face sent shivers down your spine. “Many,” Billy admitted with a grunt. He softly stroked his fingers though your hair. “Don’t worry, I will deal with this. Your attacker was merely a lackey, completing the assignment for someone worse.”

Your heart was violently throbbing in your chest. How come that Billy’s last sentence scared you more than anything else he just said?

Maybe because you were familiar with Billy and knew what you were getting into with him.

“What’s going to happen?”

“Nothing, if I have a say in this.” His gaze wandered to your slowly healing wound on your forehead and carefully stroked the sensitive skin. “No one will hurt you ever again,” Billy whispered with a fervor, almost like he was reaffirming those words to himself.

Goosebumps rose on your neck. Your mouth parted in astonishment—not at Billy’s words but how he said them. Speechlessness was one word to define your emotional state.

Billy seemed to have read your facial expression. His fingers wandered to your cheek but what shocked you even more was that he used his other arm as well. Billy winced slightly but his discomfort was surpassed by his fierce determination. He held tightly on to you.

He breathed, “I will never change. And I will never let you go. Even if you ask me to.”

Billy leaned forward and pressed a light kiss on your forehead, leaving behind traces of blood on your skin.

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wroteasongabouther · 5 years

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the one when y/n and harry’s relationship is exposed

authors note: basically i saw this random post that an anon sent to @harryfeatgaga and then i just kinda felt like writing it, so here’s this :)

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“Close friends list only, I swear,” Nick Grimshaw says with a wide smile as he shows Y/N the selfie they just took together.

“Okay, fine,” she sighs, but she too is smiling because his was always so contagious.

She excused herself to go use the washroom quick as Nick’s attention is grasped by another one of his many guests. What he had told Y/N would be a small gathering had quickly turned into a small party. Wine was being poured into her glass every few moments, she swore it was never once empty this entire night. Suppose she had both Nick and Harry to thank for that, one being a good host and the other being a great boyfriend. She knew she deserved to let loose and have a good buzzed night after all the work she had been doing to promote her newest album.

After doing her business, Y/N flushes the toilet and zips her light washed jeans back up. As she walks to the sink she does the button up and pulls them up just slightly, knowing her behind looked incredible in these Levi’s. Her black boots bumped into each other as she nearly stumbles over her own foot before washing her hands. She lets out a small sigh, drying her hands with the towel then finally adjusting her white silky top. It had a built in bra type of ordeal, wires under her breasts to keep them in place while the shirt was tight all around anyways.

“There you are,” Harry says, voice as smooth as honey, as she walk up to him.

“I wasn’t gone too long,” she smiles.

“Definitely was too long,”

Y/N rolls her eyes and places a hand on his shoulder as she grabs her wine glass off the table behind him. The two of them hadn’t shown too much PDA as the night had gone on. Their relationship wasn’t public quite yet - although a few fans had their speculations. But Y/N and Harry tried their hardest to keep what they had to themselves.

Nick had swore that everyone he had invited over was “cool”, as in they wouldn’t be snapping any pictures of them or yapping about whatever they say to any media outlet. And the two of them believed their friend, so tonight they had been a little more handsy than usual. Y/N was enjoying it to say the least. How Harry’s hand was ghost over her lower back when they stood by one another, or how he had planted a soft kiss to her temple a few times. Every touch so sweet and so delicate, it made her heart melt each and every time.

Harry snaked his arm around Y/N’s lower back, pulling her towards him. She smiled and stepped over so she had one leg between his that were spread apart as she turned to face him. Harry leaned further back in his chair, bringing Y/N with him. She rests her forearms on his shoulders and places her wine glasses back behind him before she spills it on either of them.

“You’re buzzing,” Y/N whispers in Harry’s ear. The party around them faded to nothing as they focused on each other.

“You’re hot,” Harry states.

Y/N throws her head back with laughter, still grinning as she sits herself down on his thigh. She recalls the time she was in this position just last week. Completely and utterly horny, Y/N got off by rubbing herself against his thigh. Harry claimed it was one of the hottest things he’d ever seen. Y/N’s cheek become warm at the memories. She cards her fingers through the hair at the nape of Harry’s neck.

“And that’s how I know you’re drunk,” Y/N states with a giggle.

Harry brushes his fingertips against the strip of skin that was exposed between her top and her jeans. The soft touch made goosebumps rise all over her, it’s always been like that with any little touch. Harry and Y/N were clearly still in the honeymoon phase of their relationship even nearly six months into it. She hoped that it’d last forever.

“M’just happy,” he mumbles with a smile.

She roll your eyes at him. He was at least tipsy, been sipping on some mixed drink Nick was making for about half the people here. While Y/N’s glass was never empty, so she was a bit more than tipsy. Speaking of, she thinks while reaching for her glass again. Harry hand falls to the back of her thigh as she stands, grabbing her glass and taking a generous sip while sitting back down on Harry’s thigh. His hand goes back to her hip and he tightens his grip, almost as though he’s being careful she doesn’t lean back and fall.

“Well,” Y/N pauses to lick her lips as wine had been on them, “I’m feeling the buzz, for sure,” she admits with a devilish smile.

Harry mirrors her smile before he’s gently guiding her forward again. This time to place a kiss to her lips. Y/N savours the feeling of his lips on hers, knowing they wouldn’t really take it much further than a simple kiss in front of so many people. As much as she’d love to open her lips enough for his tongue to slide into her mouth, she loved when he’d kiss her with such an urgency - like she was the best thing he ever tasted.

After the kiss, the two of them continue to talk and sip on their drinks. Y/N switches her position so she’s sitting on his lap now, her back to his chest, in order to look around the room and engage in conversation with others. People ask about her new album, and are praising her for her newest single. Each good word makes her stomach fill with butterflies.

“Album of the year,” Harry whispers into her ear, pinching her hips gently.

“Maybe,” she sighs, wiggling back into him some more as she gets comfortable.

“I know you’ll get it,” Harry states confidently. She turns her head to the side and kisses his cheek quick.

All of a sudden Harry’s phone is vibrating. Y/N sits up so he can reach into his pocket for it. She sees his managers name across the screen before he slides his finger across to accept the call. After a quick hello, Y/N knows it’s more important than some little reminder or something. She sits up and stands now, finishing off her glass - but of course Nick is there right away to fill it back up.

“Thanks,” she smiles to Nick.

“Nick, where’s your phone?” Harry questions, his voice no longer smooth and slow. He sounds too serious.

Nick reaches into his pocket and his eyes widen at the amount of notifications on his screen. Y/N furrows her brows at the two of them.

“What?” Y/N ask, taking another sip of wine.

“Nick just made our relationship public,” Harry states, now hanging up his phone call with his manager. Y/N chokes on the wine she just swallowed, coughing a few times as Harry stands and places a hand on her back. Y/N raises up a hand to say she’s alright. Harry rubs her back before his eyes are back on Nick.

“Shit,” he mutters.

Turning his screen towards Y/N and Harry, he shows the video he had posted to his Instagram story. It’s in selfie mode, as Nick and a couple of his friends are taking shots and dancing along to the music. But it’s crystal clear in the background. Y/N straddling Harry thigh, his hand on the back of her thigh as she stands up to grab her wine, then she’s sipping her wine before leaning forward only inches away from kissing Harry. And then it loops over again.

“I, I meant to only send it to my close friends list,” Nick exclaims, “I’m so sorry guys,” he says.

“It’s okay,” you nod.

“Just delete it now, it’s only been about fifteen minutes since it was posted,” Harry states.

“I’m sure people have screen recorded it by now,” Y/N mutters, she didn’t even realize she had been biting her fingernails while watching the video.

“I swear I didn’t realize you guys were even in the background either,” Nick continues to plead, looking more so at Harry. “I’m sorry, Harry,” he says.

Y/N knew it was more on Harry’s end of keeping the relationship as private as could be. She had done the whole dating someone out in public before. Nick Jonas, three years ago now. They didn’t look around for paparazzi while out and about, didn’t hide any PDA from anyone, walked red carpets together, posted Instagram photos of one another - all the ways to show of how in love they were were used in that relationship. And it didn’t end well, obviously, so Y/N knew when she started seeing Harry that she completely respected and loved the idea of keeping their relationship so private.

And up until now, it was so freaking private.

“It’s alright, man,” Harry nods and slaps a hand on Nick’s shoulder.

Suddenly someone is tapping on Y/N’s shoulder. A short girl, with a crazy cool haircut - cut to her ears, pin straight, with those short bangs that most people would look stupid with but this girl pulled it off, Y/N thought. She turns around to see one of Nick’s friends holding out her purse, Y/N eyes her suspiciously.

“Sorry, your phone was just ringing a lot, thought you might want to see why,” she explains.

“Oh,” Y/N pauses as she grabs her purse from the girl, “thank you,” she adds with a smile.

Pulling out her phone she sees nearly twenty missed calls from her manager. She swear nearly fifty unread text messages from multiple people and she can’t even imagine trying to open any of her social media apps right now.

“I’ve gotta call back my manager quick,” Y/N mumbles before she’s walking off to the back patio which some people were previously using to smoke.

Y/N doesn’t even realize it right away that Harry’s right behind her, stepping out into the cold dark night - the only light on the patio by those light bulbs hanging along string crossing back and forth above them. Y/N’s manager answers before the first ring is even done. A million questions are asked before she can answer one of them.

“Woah, just breathe for a second,” Y/N pauses, which her manager finally shuts up now too. “Nick Grimshaw invited Harry and I over for some drinks, music got turned up higher and more people came but Nick said they were all cool or whatever. Plus you know that Harry and I aren’t crazy about PDA anyways. But anyways, Nick meant to hit his close friends list, and he didn’t see us in the background either, it was just an honest accident,” she explains.

Harry’s standing behind her, as she turns around after rambling out to her manager she sees Harry has his Twitter open. Crap, he was checking what the media and fans had gotten ahold of.

Y/N takes a step towards him and glances at the screen of his phone. He had searched their names, and the video was in fact the top tweet - followed by many different opinions.

“I’m getting call after call about this, so you need to decide what path you’re going forward with this relationship now,” her manager says.

“We’ll just ignore it and continue living as we were,” she sighs, placing a hand on Harry’s shoulder and gently bringing it to the nape of his neck. Harry looks up from his phone to meet her eyes.

“So no comment, no speaking of it to anyone? You’re just going to steer off from any questions about Harry during your promo tour?”

“What do you think all those media lessons were for? I’ll be fine,”

After some short goodbyes, Y/N hangs up the phone and slides it into her jean pocket before bringing her other hand to Harry’s cheek. He’s staring at her, eyes flickering as he seems to be searching her face for any emotions of the situation at hand. So, she smiles.

“It’s fine,” she repeats, “everything will be fine, we’re more than prepared for any questions asked. We know how to keep this private, Harry,”

“I know,” he nods, “I just an upset the video got out there,”

“I know,” she says this time.

“And you know I’m upset because I like my private life private, not because people know that we’re seeing each other. Cause I’m not at all ashamed or-“

“Harry,” Y/N cuts off his rambling. He really was drunk. “I understand, babe, but there’s nothing we can do about it now. I’m not ashamed of our relationship either, it is just upsetting how a private moment is no longer private,”

Harry nods again. Y/N gives him another smile before she’s puckering her lips and standing taller in order for Harry to capture her lips with his.

“Do you want to leave, head back to your place?” Harry asks.

“Did you want to leave?” Y/N throws the question back to him. Because honestly before all this being exposed thing, Y/N was having a really good time with all Nick’s friends and drinking some wine. She knew her next few months were going to be crazy busy leading to her album dropping and she liked having a night out like this with Harry. But she also loved Harry, so if he was no longer in the mood to be around people than she would leave with him.

Harry shrugs, “we could stay, Nick will feel guilty enough to make my drinks doubles now,”

“He’d always make them doubles,” Y/N chuckles, “he loves getting you wasted,” she adds.

Harry shrugs a shoulder and gives her a sly smile.

“Also, just so you know,” Y/N pauses as a smirk curls at her lips, “I totally saw you check out my ass in that video,”

#i didnt know how to finish it lol #but yeah i kinda kinda wrote this out of the blue one day #then it was just sitting in my notes for a few days before i decided to suck it up and post it #idk if its any good lol #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfic #harry styles one shot #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles blurbs #harry styles #harry styles concept

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hawkland · 3 years

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Dear Chocolate Box Creator

Hello and thank you for creating for me!

For this exchange I am requesting fic for my gift, but I would always adore any art treats! (I just am terrible at coming up with art prompts most of the time, which is why it’s hard for me to specifically request them.)

For this exchange I’m giving more general prompts/likes than a lot for specific pairings - because frankly with so many pairings requested this would turn into a novel otherwise. Please just have fun and know that with most of these ships being on the rarer side, I’m thrilled to see anything new for them (minus any of my DNWs, of course ;) If I don’t have specific prompts for a ship below that doesn’t mean I would adore it any less than the other ships - my brain is just broken on coming up with new prompts for them at this point in time because I’ve been requesting them for so long :)

Do Not Wants (unless a specific exception is listed below)

A/B/O

formalized BDSM relationships and kink

pregnancy/kidfic

permanent death or permanently disabling injury

violence/cruelty toward animals

2nd person "reader" POV

trans or asexuality headcanons.

General likes/prompts:

For both romantic and platonic ships...

* Vacation/travel stories. Being unable to travel this past year thanks to covid-19 has me desperate to explore and live vicariously through my favorite characters! So I’d love a story involving travel to somewhere new. It could be a romantic getaway/honeymoon trip to somewhere special (and I love it when an author “takes me” to a favorite city/place of their own). Or two friends just going on an escapade together, maybe one sensing the other needs some time away from a stressful situation or workplace.

* Quarantine/life-in-2020 stories. I also enjoy stories about how characters have had to deal with self-quarantine, covid, and other related issues this year. I know many people may be sick of it, but as a health care worker myself stuck with it all for who knows how long (and missing family members overseas I can’t visit), it gives me some comfort to imagine how my favorite characters and ships are coping, too. Are they somehow stuck apart for a long period of time? Driving each other crazy cooped up at home? Discovering some new hobby or passion together? Being good emotional support for each other while dealing with distance from other family/loved ones?

* Soumates with a twist. I love soulmate/soulbond AUs, as long as it’s just not a shortcut to happily-ever-fluff. I want there to be some conflict or angst involved. For instance, I’d love seeing any “fusion” fics based off the concept of the AMC-network “Soumates” series - where there’s a scientific test a person can choose to take to find their soulmate (if the other person out there has also taken the test). That way it’s a choice to find out or not. Would an already established couple want to take the test to find out if they’re really “meant” to be together or not? What if they find out other people are their “soulmates”? What about the possibility of platonic soulmates vs romantic? Discussions for the future if/when one partner dies before the other? I’d love to see these questions played out with one of my fave ships in a happy or even somewhat angsty/dark way.

* Someone has an unexpected hobby or talent. One person has been holding out on the other about some unique interest, skill or hobby that they have. Could be anything from being a secret gourmet cook to stamp collecting - I’d just love a story about the discovery of this hidden interest, why the person never talked about it, if it’s something they could share together (or it just leaves the other person completely bewildered, aka, “You do you.”)

For romantic ships, specifically:

* Age difference dynamics. The age gaps in a lot of my romantic ships are a plus, not a minus :) I like the general power dynamics involved in them, but generally with the twist where the younger individual is perhaps more experienced/worldly in some way than the older character (for instance, how Eleanor is so cynical and knows all about the world whereas Michael in The Good Place, despite being an immortal being around for millennia, has so much to learn about human behavior and humanity.) I’m not into formalized BDSM situations/power-play, for clarification, so it’s more of a relationship dynamic that I like, not a sexual kink.

Specific Ship Requests

Crossover Fandom

Stewart Copeland (The Police (Band))/Taylor Hawkins (Foo Fighters) - one of my perennial favorite ships to always request. Would love any of my general prompts above.

Murdoc Niccals (Gorillaz)/Stewart Copeland (The Police (band)) - I’d love to see them meet up backstage or at an afterparty somewhere, and bonding over having their annoying lead singer/frontman “steal away” THEIR respective bands.

Murdoc Niccals (Gorillaz)/Peter Hook (New Order) - Something during the recording of “Aries”, of course! Is Murdoc jealous about having another bass player as a featured/guest artist? Have to prove who’s the one in charge?

Lucifer (Lucifer TV)/Murdoc Niccals (Gorillaz) - “Hail, Satan!” indeed! What wouldn’t an avowed Satanist like Murdoc love about the chance to meet - and perhaps service - his hero and spiritual leader? What would (this particular) Satan think about Murdoc and some of his truly awful shenanigans?

Abe Morgan (Forever TV 2014) & John Munch (Law & Order: SVU) - I’ve had a long running headcanon that these two could have been friends back in their respective 60s/early 70s hippie days. I’d love either a story set back then, “pre-canon”, or them running into each other in NYC later in life. Munch ending up in Abe’s antique shop, for instance, while on an investigation?

The Police

Stewart Copeland/Sting (The Police) - any of my general prompts, of course. Plus I’m always a sucker for reunion tour-era fluff, getting back together after all those years. Or something hot and sweaty set on Montserrat during the Ghost in the Machine or Synchronicity sessions.

Gorillaz

Murdoc Niccals/Stuart "2D" Pot (Gorillaz)

Murdoc Niccals & Noodle (Gorillaz)

Gorillaz is my newest obsession/fandom - and yes I know I’m like 20 years late for it. For 2Doc I would love anything angsty related to Plastic Beach/Phase 3 - I know it’s been done to death by now but it is my favorite part of the lore (and my favorite Gorillaz album). Also The Lost Chord video was so amazing...I’d love any kind of “what happens next” story set afterwards, what with 2-D saving Murdoc and all the feels that had to involve, after everything Murdoc did to 2-D on Plastic Beach.

I also adore the father/daughter dynamic between Murdoc and Noodle in phases 1 & 2...he’s such a “bad dad” but I love it. I’d love to see anything where he reacts to her giving him an unexpected gift, or just manages to warm/melt his icy bastard heart just a little bit.

Law & Order SVU

John Munch/Odafin "Fin" Tutuola (L&O: SVU) - they’re my perennial favorite request these days and I will never tire of stories about these two! Anything goes that fits my general requests or prompts!

John Carter/Peter Benton (ER 1994) - I was quite excited to see this ship in the tagset, and yes, please, there needs to be more of them! I watched ER through completely for the first time a couple years ago and they were the first ship I had while doing so. The mentor/mentee dynamic is right up my alley, I loved how Peter was there with John when he needed help for his addiction, and oh, that final episode. Any little “missing scenes” between them would be so wonderful. Or, something modern day, where might they be now as a long-time established couple? Celebrating an anniversary, or perhaps taking a moment to acknowledge something less happy/lost loved ones from the past.

The Good Place

Eleanor Shellstrop/Michael (The Good Place) - some day, some how, someone has to write some decent tentacle porn for this ship. They’d have to figure out some way to make it work with Michael in his true fire squid form. And while I’m not normally into kid/pregnancy fic, what if somehow Eleanor ends up pregnant with a half-squid half-demon baby? Yes, I know she’s dead. But somehow in this canon it has to be possible.

#chocolate box #exchange letter #chocolate box exchange

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killerqueenmachine · 5 years

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Yoü and I - Roger Taylor x Reader

Pairing: Roger Taylor (Late 1970's) x Reader Words: 4927 (including song lyrics)

Prompt: Lady Gaga's song "Yoü and I"

Summary: There's something about the chase - six whole years. After a brutal heartbreak six years ago you're finally eye to eye with your long lost love. Something about just knowing when it's right - I'd rather die, without you and I.

Warnings: Slightly angsty beginning, smoking, alcohol, fluff, a bunch of swearing, SMUT; fem!dom (blink and you'll miss it), fingering, unprotected sex, breeding kink, choking. Almost on the edge of being sappy.. Wow. Note: The lyrics for the song is written in italics. I'm imagining this fic is going on in the late late 70's. This was supposed to be short and sweet but… I've never learned to stop and I was born with a very prominent 'too-much' gene. #notevensorryaboutit __________________

It's been a long time since I came around

Been a long time but I'm back in town

And this time I'm not leaving without you

"Have you heard Queen is coming to town?"

You glanced up at your friend, who was standing right in front of you. She knew very well how you felt about Queen. That particular band - or more precisely - the drummer from that particular band had you so whipped you felt like your life had been on standby the past six years. What was meant to be an innocent summer flirt turned into the biggest heartbreak you had ever had - and it was all your fault.

"Queen…" you repeated, voice barely louder than a whisper. Slowly you shifted your eyes back to the newspaper in front of you. Out of the corner of your eye you could see her smirk. She knew exactly what was going on in your mind. You had to see him. You needed him like you needed oxygen and even if he didn't feel the same way anymore, at least you could finally get closure.

When you met Roger six years ago, the two of you instantly hit it off. He was the exact type of guy you had been looking for. Intelligent, talented and slightly crazy. All you wanted was a quick shag and he made it very clear that it would be a one-time deal. None of you managed to keep those promises and your one-night stand turned into a date and then another date and then a vacation together. He didn't have a lot of money, but your family did and even though you wanted that to be a secret, you really wanted a nice get away with him. You flew to Nebraska to stay in your aunt's cottage. She had a wonderful little place in a quiet forest somewhere deep in Nebraska. For a whole week it was just you, Roger and an unhealthy amount of alcohol and cigarettes. And condoms.

Even though the two of you never officially called yourself a couple everyone around you saw you as one. To you he was Nebraska and to him you were New York or NY, occasionally even just 'baby doll'.

The honeymoon phase of your 'relationship' ended once you got back to London and Roger found out that Queen was going on a tour in America. There was no way you could join them - not even Freddie's girlfriend Mary or John's fiancée Veronica got to join them. That quickly became the end of your love story. Forced apart, both broken hearted. Or so you thought. Barely a week after Queen had left the UK all the papers were filled with Roger's promiscuous life and how he had one woman after the other slung across his lap.

"Hello? Are you in there?" Your friend lightly knocked you on the top of your head.

"Uh, yeah.. Sorry just going through some.. Memories" you shrugged.

"Thought so. Do you wanna go see them?... See him?" she asked quietly before handing you another cup of tea.

"I suppose" your voice was cold and hard, which was very unlike you. But you needed to see him.

A few weeks later the day was upon you. Queen was in town and you were mentally preparing to either get your man back or get your heart broken once and for all. You were there early with your friend which luckily resulted in you getting to the very front. Front and on the right. The concert was amazing - of course it was. Those four men were the most talented people you had ever known and seeing all of them again made you so happy. You had forgotten how good they made you feel - just seeing them have fun on stage was enough to knock the air out of you. At one point you got eye contact with Brian who quickly recognized you and flashed a toothy smile in your direction.

As the band prepared to perform their song "'39" all of them - including Roger - moved to the front of the stage. On his way down from the drum rises, Brian grabbed on to his arm and said something in his ear, which made him look in your direction - you could only imagine, that Brian had made him aware of your presence. Finally, his eyes caught yours and you could feel your cheeks redden. His jaw almost dropped, and he seemed to forget where he was and where he was going, which Brian quickly reminded him of.

As soon as the concert ended you saw Roger run off stage and before you even had the opportunity to move away with the crowd, a security-person came and asked you to stay back, "Roger Taylor's order". You bid your friend goodbye, even though she had offered to stay. Whatever was about to happen, needed to be between you and Roger.

You taste like whiskey when you kiss me, oh

I'd give anything again to be your baby doll

This time I'm not leaving without you

Once the whole crowd had faded out, the fence was pushed apart allowing you to enter the stage area. The security person followed you back stage where you saw Brian as the first person. A light gleam of sweat covered his skin and his white button up was opened all the way down. He was the actual definition of eye candy.

"(Y/N).. Wow. It's been so long - nice to see you!" he exclaimed and pulled you in for a sweaty hug. You laughed and wrapped your arms around him, squeezing him tight. If everything with Roger went wrong today, this might be the last chance you had to do this. The hug broke apart, but Brian let his right hand rest on your shoulder as you broke apart.

"Haven't seen you in like.."

"Six years.." you finished his sentence, feeling your heart get heavy again.

He pulled you in for another hug and gently rubbed your upper back.

"Roger is waiting for you. He's in the dressing room with Freddie right now, but he'll come out once he's do-"

Just as Brian was about to tell you, Roger opened the door to the dressing room. He looked like a prince. His hair wasn't as long as it was the last time you had seen him, but he looked so handsome. Once his eyes finally met yours again nothing else mattered. Fireworks went off in your stomach and your knees went weak. He was right there.

"Roger.." his name came out as almost a plea. A soft smile tugged on the corner of his lip as he made his way over to you.

"I missed you so much" he said, barely louder than a whisper as he swept you into a tight hug.

Your feet touched, as did your knees, thighs, hips, stomachs, chests and faces. The hug couldn't be tighter even if you tried and the possibility of the two of you falling over was horrifyingly big, but none of you cared.

You stood in silence for multiple minutes while the world just continued on around you. Roger had one arm wrapped tightly around your waist and the other one around your upper torso with his hand placed on your neck. Both your arms were slung around his neck pulling his head into your neck and you felt his steady breath blow against your collarbone, before he shyly pressed his lips against the skin on your collarbone.

"Nebraska" you whined feeling tears threaten to spill from your eyes.

It wasn't on purpose, that you had used his old nickname but in the heat of this very quiet and intimate moment you almost forgot that you had been apart for six years. You felt him chuckle against your skin and for the first time in a long time your hug broke apart.

"Do you want to go out for a drink maybe?" he asked softly. Something about those six years seemed to have made him softer than you could've ever imagined, but that might just have been because he was just as overwhelmed as you were.

"Could we maybe go to my place for a drink instead? I really just want to be alone with you" you admitted, looking up at him through your eyelashes. He flashed you a smile and nodded, grabbing your hand and pulling you into his chest.

"I'll just make sure that everything is packed up and inform the guys that I'm leaving"

You nodded and ghosted your lips over his, barely touching them yet still getting the faint taste of whisky and cigarettes. He gave your hand a slight squeeze before he let you go and turned around to check up on everything.

You say sit back down where you belong

In the corner of my bar with your high heels on

Sit back down on the couch where we made love the first time

And you said to me

Less than an hour later the two of you walked through the door of your flat. Roger toed off his shoes as you locked the door and turned around to take of your stilettoes.

"Don't" he said and grabbed onto your arm. You put your foot back down and shot him a questioning look.

"I like the way they look on you" he admitted and smirked at you.

You just laughed and shook your head. If all you had to do to keep him happy was to keep your stilettoes on you would do it in a heartbeat. Your hand ran up his back as you walked past him and into your living room that had a small bar up against one of the walls. He swiftly followed you and as you sat down on one of the bar chairs, Roger went behind the bar and pulled up two glasses pouring both of you an old-fashioned whiskey, complete with ice cubes, orange twist and cocktail cherries.

"I still regret it sometimes, you know" he said, taking a fair swig of the liquid.

"Regret it?"

"The tour"

"Nebra- Roger.. You shouldn't" you didn't know what to call him. Every fibre in your body wanted to call him Nebraska. Pretend that the past six years had been a bad dream and that nothing between you had changed. All you wanted to do was to jump his bones and have another of those magical nights that you had shared in the past.

"You can call me Nebraska, you know that baby doll" he smirked, walking around the bar. He placed his free hand on your knee, pushing them apart and standing between them. His hand went from your knee all the way up your thigh before he snaked it around your hip, firmly pulling you close to him.

"I can't help but imagine what would've happened to us, if I hadn't left you. If you could've been there with me." He said, drawing small patterns on your butt with his thumb.

"We would probably be married and at the rate we were going at it, we would probably have a few kids as well" you joked, taking another sip of your whiskey.

"Don't even say that" he hissed through gritted teeth.

"We both know it's true though" you stated once again.

"Don't…" he almost begged. This really seemed to hit a soft spot in him.

"I.. I know. But look how everything worked out for you even-" He slammed his drink on the top of the bar and firmly cupped your face before crashing his lips onto yours. His fast movements took you by surprise but a quick second later you closed your eyes and melted into his touch, kissing him back with the same intensity.

He gently bit your lower lip as the kiss broke and once you opened your eyes again, a slight chuckle left your now swollen lips.

"You got a bit of my lipstick on your face there" you laughed, tracing your thumb across his red tinted bottom lip.

You downed the rest of your whiskey and just as you swallowed, Roger took your now empty glass and placed it on the table before lifting you off your chair. Instinctively you wrapped your legs arounds his waist and your arms around his neck. Both his hands rested on your ass as he walked across the floor and threw you onto your old brown leather couch.

Something about this place,

Something 'bout lonely nights

And my lipstick on your face

Something, something about my cool Nebraska guy

Yeah, there's something about, baby, you and I

You were laying on the couch while Roger stood by your side with his gaze locked on you. His blue eyes had darkened, as had the whole feel of the room. Pure passion and need seemed to beam out of his eyes. He towered over you, while slowly unbuttoning his shirt. You finally kicked off your shoes and once Roger had finally rid himself of his shirt, you reached out your arm and made a slow 'come-hither' movement at him.

"I've.. Missed this" he softly spoke. His voice was way softer than you had imagined it would be at this point.

He sat down on the edge of the couch and you scooted over and sat up to make space for him. He slid back and rested his back against the back of the couch, and you moved back over to learn your head on his shoulder.

"You know.. I missed you too. But all those stories made it seem like you had gotten well over me" You said, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder leaving yet another soft mark of your lipstick on his skin.

"Stories?"

"Uh.. Yeah. You were kinda all over the newspapers with all your uh.. Promiscuous adventures.. As soon as you had left to go to America" you sighed, reliving the utter heartbreak you had gone through, seeing all those pictures back then.

"I didn't.. Know that those stories made it ov-"

"Oh they did. I saw the pictures"

"Oh.. Listen, I just needed a fast way to get over you and it was so easy to pick up women and I-"

"Don't.. I don't need any excuses anymore. You're here now and that's all that matters."

You quickly rid yourself of your shirt, leaving you in your skirt and bra. While leaving a trail of wet kisses on Rogers bicep and neck your slowly crawled onto his lap, softly grinding against his crotch. The lipstick marks that you had left on his skin, fired you up even more. He was finally marked as yours again. Needy whimpers left his lips as you grinded down on him a little harder.

"You like that baby?" you purred against his ear, still grinding against him. At this very moment he was at your mercy - a thing that rarely happened. He nodded quickly, moving his hands up your thighs to grab onto your hips, steading you against him.

"Mmmh, keep making those pretty little noises for me" you said with a smirk. Your voice was sultry and sensual, which clearly had a strong effect on the blonde man underneath you. You grabbed his chin with your thumb and index finger and tilted his head up, so your eyes met. You had never seen him so needy and flustered before. You ghosted your lips over his before moving your hands down his bare chest and unbuttoned his trousers.

"Don't be a tease" he warned with a fragile voice, tightening his grip on your hips. You flashed him a playful smirk before getting out of his grip and sliding off his lap. He whimpered at the loss of contact, reaching his arms out to pull you back but you managed to back away just enough to be out of his reach.

"Can you take your trousers off for me, baby?" you purred reaching underneath your skirt and pulled of your panties, waving them in front of his face before leaning down and shoving them in the front pocket of his trouser. It didn't take him more than a few seconds to fly up from the soft couch and quickly pull his trousers down, before mindlessly kicking them off.

"Oh, you've started wearing underwear? Since when?" you laughed, softly tracing a fingertip over the black fabric that covered his visible boner.

He shook his head with a light laughter, grabbing your wrists to pull you close to him again.

"I missed this so much. No one has ever made me feel the way you do" he admitted, pressing a soft kiss to your collarbone before reaching his hands around your back and unclasped your bra, pulling it down your shoulders and throwing it away.

You were both a sight for sore eyes. Almost shivering with need and anticipation, you in only your skirt and Roger in only his briefs. You laced your fingers with his, pulling him in for a kiss where neither of you touched each other’s faces. Even though it had been six years since you had seen each other, everything felt natural between you. Like it was meant to be.

"How do I make you feel, baby?" you whispered against his lips. You felt him smirk before you pulled away, gently tugging him along with you, moving to your bedroom. He followed along, silently at first, but once you squeezed his hand, egging him to answer your question, he finally spilled his guts.

"Like… Like home. You make me feel like time is standing still and…" he started as the two of you entered your bedroom. He swiftly pulled you close to him again, slamming your chests together.

"You make me feel like life has a purpose and" he sighed softly before continuing.

"I know you've read the stories about me and even though I've been with a lot of women, you're the only one that have had the ability to make me feel loved. Truly loved." he pressed a soft kiss to your nose.

"And truth be told" he said before shaking his head with a smile plastered to his lips.

"I haven't been looking for someone who loved me - or someone I could love. It's always been you and I hoped and prayed that you would be here for me once I finally grew up and realized what I had with you. You always were my baby doll"

You felt the tears prick in your eyes. With every word he said you felt yourself falling harder and harder.

"I still love you, Nebraska. I'll give anything to be your baby doll again" you said with a shaky voice.

"Let me show you just how much I love you, baby doll" his voice was raspy and strained.

Something about the chase

Six whole years

I'm a New York woman born to run you down

Still want my lipstick all over your face

Something, something about

Just knowing when it's right

Before you got the chance to answer him he roughly pushed you onto your bed and you hit it hard making you bounce. He quickly crawled over you and grabbed both your wrists, pinning them above your head using only his left hand to hold them down. You bucked your hips up against his, desperate for his touch.

"Patience, baby" he purred, placing sloppy kisses down your neck, over your collarbone and down between your breasts. His free hand went to cup one of your boobs, gently massaging it before he flicked his tongue over your nipple. The feeling of his wet tongue and warm breath sent shivers down your spine and caused a soft whimper to emerge from your lips.

"You're so beautiful and those noises of yours are heavenly" He almost sounded like he was begging, even though you didn't really know what he was begging for. He was in complete control and could do anything he wanted to at this very moment. He removed his hand from your breast and scooted off you to sit beside you instead, giving him easier access to your core, while still holding your hands pinned to the mattress.

He pushed up your skirt and didn't waste another moment before running his skilled fingers over your throbbing core. You were already so wet for him which he quickly noticed.

"Well now baby, what's going on down here" he smirked, running his fingers up and down your slit.

"Don't tease me" you moaned through your stacked breath.

"I would nev-"

"Yes, you would"

"Yeah I would"

As the last word left his lips he slid a finger into you causing you to loudly gasp and wriggle to get your hands free from his grasp, but it didn't help. His cocky smirk was glued to his face as his finger slid in and out of you, he quickly added another and started picking up his pace, curling his fingers up against your g-spot. Every time his fingers went over that soft spot within you, you moaned softly and bucked your hips, closing your eyes to focus on the feeling that was going on between your legs.

"Plea- I'm so close" you murmured.

He placed a soft kiss to your temple and pressed his thumb against your clit. A loud gasp ripped from your body as your orgasm started to flush through you Your toes and fingers curled, thighs and biceps tensed, and your hips bucked up like mad, making your back curve like never before. Rogers name left your lips like a prayer. A hot, needy prayer.

"Fuck.." Roger moaned, finally letting go of your hands and his hand flew to his crotch. A big wet spot started to show on his underwear. Your body finally relaxed again, yet your breath was out of control.

You tilted your head over to look at Roger and quickly noticed the wet spot on his underwear, which caused you to smile softly at him. The pure post-orgasm bliss ran through your veins as you lifted you hand and ran it over this thigh.

"That hasn't happened to me since I was a bloody teenager" he laughed, clearly a little embarrassed. You smiled in response and batted your eyelashes a few times.

"It's okay Roger… But I'm going to need a round two, so you better get that under control" you teased, pushing yourself up on your elbows to get closer to him.

"It's hard to control yourself when you're lying there making all those pretty noises and.. Mh" he moaned as you ran your hand over his wet underwear.

"Let's get these off you, yeah?" you asked, gently tugging on the elastic band. He softly nodded and laid on his back to pull them off. You followed his lead and finally rid yourself of your skirt as well. Finally, you were naked together. You sat cross-legged on the bed and just looked at Rogers naked form as he was laying there in front of you. He was so beautiful. A light sheen of sweat covered his chest and neck which made him look even more heavenly than he normally did.

You ran your fingers over his collarbones and down his chest, softly pinching his hips.

"I've missed this" you said, feeling like you had repeated those exact words way too many times already. He didn't respond, instead he just softly kissed your hand before sitting up across from you. You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his lips. A kiss that quickly deepened, signalling that another round of raw pleasure was coming. You broke the kiss and rested your head on his shoulder, wrapping your arms lazily around his waist.

"Ready for round 2?" you giggled into his neck, while drawing tiny circles on his bare skin.

"You bet'cha" he laughed and leaned against you so hard that you fell back on the bed, pulling him on top of you. You looked up at his beautiful hooded blue eyes and fell in love all over again. The light from the room made it look like he had a halo.

He crashed his lips onto yours, needier and more desperate than ever. You spread your legs a little further apart making room for Roger to settle between them. His hardening cock rubbed against your sensitive core, causing you to gasp once again. Roger caught your gasp in his mouth, as he initiated another feverish make-out session.

"Condom?" he asked between the kisses. Every ounce of logic had left your body at this point and for once in your life, you couldn't care less about being safe or responsible.

"Fuck it. I want you to fucking.. Just.. Take me. Raw. I don't fucking care, Roger. Just.." you didn't manage to finish your desperate rambling before you felt him snake his hand down to line his cock up with your entrance and with a buck of his hips he bottomed out in you, causing you to scream out in pleasure. He filled you up perfectly and the quick movement took you completely by surprise - luckily he had made you plenty wet before.

"I'm so sorry, I couldn't help myself" he apologized and placed a soft kiss on your nose, not moving his hips so you could calm down a little after the very abrupt start.

"Don't apologize - fuck me.. I want you to fuck me so fucking good"

He kissed you again and started moving his hips, slowly pulling out before pushing into you again. And again, and again. His pace as so steady, clearly exposing that he was a drummer.

"I. Fucking. Love. You." he moaned with a raspy voice every time he pushed in to you.

You wrapped your arms around his back, scratching some long and severe streaks down his back. You felt your orgasm start to boil up which caused you to quickly move one of your hands down between you and Roger's sweaty bodies to apply pressure to your clit. Rogers thrusts were starting to get sloppier, but knowing that he had already cum once, you knew he would be able to hold it off for a little longer.

"I'm close, Rog" you whispered against his lips before pressing a soft kiss onto them.

"Where do you want me to cum?" he asked, starting to sound a little hoarse.

"In me.. Fuck a baby into me, Rog" Those words made him throw his head back in a desperate whine.

"Don't say that.. We're not even..-"

"We've been waiting for long enough" you almost cried out, so close to your own orgasm that you couldn't even think straight.

Roger moved his hand to your neck and gently choked you before pressing another needy kiss to your swollen lips.

And with that, your orgasm hit you like truck. You arched your back and a noise, that could only be described as a primal scream or growl left your lips. You shut your eyes and your jaw dropped, while every single muscle in your entire body tensed up and stayed that way for longer than you had ever tried before. Your walls clenched around Rogers length which was the last drop he needed to follow your lead into his own orgasm. Robe after robe of thick cum shot into you and the air filled with the sound of Roger's needy and desperate grunts and moans.

A few moments later, everything went quiet and you softly opened your eyes again, to see Roger still above you. His head was hanging down between his arms, that had miraculously managed to keep him from falling on top of you. You moved your hand up to move his hair away from his sweaty forehead before you pressed a kiss onto it.

The softest sigh left his tired body as he finally pulled out of you and fell down on his back right next to you.

It's been a long time since I came around

Been a long time, but I'm back in town

And this time I'm not leaving without you

After laying in complete silence for a few seconds, Roger managed to shove himself off the bed to go fetch something to wipe you off with. There was nothing more disgusting than sleeping in a pit of cum.

Soon enough he shuffled back into your bed and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"I'll never leave you again, baby. Never" he whispered against your cheek.

You were almost falling asleep but seeing Roger with his after-sex glow made your eyes gain a little extra energy. You pushed him softly, so he would lay down flat on the mattress. Shortly after you pressed a kiss to his temple, cheekbone, jaw and lastly his lips.

"I surely hope not" you lightly joked before laying down. You placed your head on his chest, getting calmed down by the soft sound of his heartbeat. You wrapped your arm around his waist and moved your hips so close to him, that your pubic bone was against his hipbone. He pushed his leg between yours and finally the two of you were as entangled as physics would allow you to be. He used the arm he had under your body to draw tiny drawings on your spine, while his other hand moved over and tilted your chin up, so he could kiss you one more time.

"This time I'm not leaving without you".

#roger taylor x reader #roger taylor fanfic #roger taylor smut #roger taylor fluff #roger taylor fanfiction #fan fiction #fan fic #my work #I'm not even sorry about this

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neshabeingchildish · 4 years

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23. The Future

Determined: A Chasper Fic is being wrapped up within the next couple of chapters. Thanks to all who read, reviewed, were remotely interested in this tale of sheer self indulgence for my Chasper heart.

The Future

They didn’t really have a “honeymoon is over” phase. One of the benefits of a 6 year relationship, including a 2 year engagement was that you sort of figure out most of the things to make it work in that time period. Especially if you’re as smart as Charlotte or as caring as Jasper.

The problems that they ran into were almost exclusively work related.

Jasper had become someone that he wasn’t sure that he wanted to be (something Charlotte warned him about when he initially accepted his internship), but he felt like he HAD to do it. She never wanted him to try to change for her, but she did appreciate that he had the desire and the potential to do so. He made the choice to be who he felt like he should be for them and a future family… and it was a little bit miserable. He had been working at the firm for a few years and for most of that time, he sold stocks, had sales meetings, and just worked himself like crazy at something boring and often uncomfortably unethical.

How had he gotten to that point, he would sometimes wonder. He rationalized that anywhere he could get his foot in the door would be some place that he would work hard, prove himself and move ahead. He was correct about that, but that fact didn’t bring him joy and neither did all of the money that he was making. Plus, Charlotte was working so much, so many fickle hours, and having a hard time at work. They weren’t seeing much of each other and even when they tried to plan their quality time together, she usually fell asleep before time was up. He didn’t mind it too much. She was still there. They just weren’t connecting like he wanted them to. He missed his wife.

He had been so eager to try to get Charlotte to settle down and to try to take care of her that he abruptly rushed into a career that he believed could sustain them, that he could also possibly be good at. Now, he realized that he should have probably figured out more about himself, instead of trying to have things together - or seem to - just because she had things together for herself. Because of that misstep, he was now trying to figure out something else that he could do, and also trying to be a good husband to an even busier wife.

Charlotte was saving lives, building artificial body parts, researching, and testing medical treatments. She had been part of a team that made several HUGE advancements in her field. And on this team, she was one of only two women, and one of only three people who were not Caucasian. Herself, three men - one Indian, one Chinese, and one Korean, and a Russian woman were the only minorities in the entire building, and they rarely worked on the same projects, so.. Basically, she was often alone and even when they were around, the microaggressions they faced were very different. From her perspective, it seemed like she frequently got the brunt of things. Because even those male counterparts seemed to forget how they were sometimes treated and they handled her with the very same attitudes. (Or they just viewed her differently, from the start) Either way, the work, while rewarding, was exhausting enough without the additional stress of her coworkers being unkind, but sometimes, they honestly seemed like they were trying to shove her out or make her quit!

Jasper began to conduct these seminars to try to tell CEO’s how to make sales jobs less hateable and while Charlotte didn’t think it would lead anywhere (she knew that if he fell on his face, she’d have them covered). He… actually did well - above and beyond what she expected and by their second anniversary, he was branching out from the firm and beginning his own career as an Executive Coach - which Charlotte didn’t even know WAS a profession, much less that it could be as lucrative as it seemed to be for him. He hardly even seemed to be working and he was starting to bring in more money than she was! She. Was. Saving. Lives… But, she was on a team saving lives. He was helping huge companies… by himself… and he was LOVING it! Sigh.

One day, she came home particularly upset while he was finishing up some items on a PowerPoint presentation, and she was ready to either punch something, or cry, or both - but was trying to rationalize that if she did either, she might have to explain it to him. Before she could come to a decision, she felt Jasper’s hands on her waist and she jumped. She hadn’t even seen him get up. “Whoa! You okay?” He asked. She started crying and leaned against him. “Hey… Who do I have to go down there and punch?” he asked, rubbing her back.

“Nobody… I just… Why are they always so…?” She wiped her face on his shirt and squeezed him tightly. He lifted her up and went to sit back down, resting her on his lap when he did. She sniffled, “I thought that once I had my official degree and had been working there for a while that the respect would come. I thought - there’s no way that the kind of treatment that I got in highschool at my crummy job was gonna be the way that it was when I became a member of society. It’s so much worse. They don’t respect me any more than at the Man Cave, but these people are all intellectuals, so you know that it’s deliberate, that they mean it, and that they can cover it up, rationalize that it isn’t what I’m saying. And if I’m outnumbered, what then? I look either crazy or angry, which just gives everyone else more fuel to invalidate me. I HATE that place, so much! But, I fought to get there. It is a coveted placement. All of my work history is there. Every change that I’ve helped to make is related to this company. If I leave, I don’t get to take my individual merit with me and what will they say to potential employers? Probably bad things! Any time that I even so much as glance at another laboratory, they treat me like I’m trying to go sell secrets or something.”

“Why don’t you just take a little break?” He wondered.

“I can’t. It could be career suicide. By the time I get back, things have still kept moving and nobody will care to catch me up, if I can’t stay fully immersed enough, and that would defeat the entire purpose of a break. The only way that I could possibly do that is to get sick, injured, or pregnant and even then, the bounce back might keep me lagging behind…” He was staring at her. “What?”

“Just… the thought of you pregnant. It always makes me...enraptured.”

She smiled and leaned back against him. “I mean, I’ve eventually gotta… We did say that we’d have a couple of them.”

“How about this? We work on putting a baby in you and if it doesn’t happen and you have to vent every single day, I’ll be here for you, unless I’m on my way down there to give somebody a piece of my mind. If it does, then you’ll have an excuse to get some space from them and you’ll still have work to do, because - hello, we’ll have a baby.”

“I’m not gonna argue for or against anything at the moment, but I definitely want to immediately get into the stuff that translates to working on it.”

“You wanna do some sex stuff.”

“I feel like I clearly suggested as much.”

“Yes!”

It took her a couple of months to decide to stop using her birth control, and another month or so for her body to feel normal without it, and around the fourth month after this conversation, she received her news via every single pregnancy symptom imaginable and Jasper pulling out a home pregnancy test and saying, “I got a good feeling that this is it!” While her face was still in the toilet.

Yes, he quickly realized his foolery and rushed to try to see about her, hold her hair back, etc… hunt down crackers and salt. Once she was capable, she took the test, but she already knew what it would say. She had never felt this way in her entire life! Besides, she worked in the medical field, she knew what this had to be. Positive.

Jasper called his parents on a group call, first and spoke with them for a while, about arrangements and them coming to visit and stuff. Then, he called the Man Cave. He thought to call them first, but since it was officially a family thing, he went for his blood family first. Besides, he knew that this call would be much longer. They talked for at least a few hours and didn’t wrap it up until Piper wondered, “Is that Charlotte lurking around in the background?” Charlotte was finally out of bed! She greeted everyone, whined about there being nothing to eat (the fridge and pantry were both full, though, and started crying as she went back to bed. “Is she gonna be like that for the next few months?” Henry wondered.

“I don’t think so. She just didn’t feel good today. Threw up all morning and had to call out of work. Now, she’ll have to start setting steps in motion there to prepare for this and I think she’s just tired. I’ll have to get her something to eat, though. There’s food here, but maybe she’s having cravings? I’ll have to check, so I have to go!”

Charlotte had called her mom first, cried a lot and said that she was already tired of being pregnant, even though she had just found out. They talked for a while, then she laid down and listened to windstorms, then took a nap and woke up extremely thirsty, only to find that after drinking half a gallon of water in one sitting, she had zero gallon of food she wanted to eat.

She flopped into the bed, crying. This was… scary. For some reason, she thought that when this happened, she’d be cool, since she had every aspect of the plan figured out and stuff, but she had not taken the way symptoms that she had only read about previously would feel. The nausea was unsettling, and she was starving, but the thought of eating anything in there for whatever reason made her feel sick, as well.Whenever Jasper came in and sat on the side of the bed next to her, she snuggled herself into his lap. “You’re hungry? What ya wanna eat?”

“I don’t know.”

“You want… some bacon and eggs?”

“No!”

“A sandwich of some sort, maybe some soup?” She considered this, but then, shook her head. “Give me a nudge, Chef’s Kiss. Italian? Chinese?”

“You know those fried turkey tenders from the food truck near the university? I want some of those, a basket of them with the chips and gravy.” She sobbed, because that was about 30 minutes away.

“Okay, well… You’ll have to ride along, if you wanna eat it fresh,” he said and began to help her into her shoes. “I think I’m gonna get something from there too.”

She sat up and sniffled, “It’s kinda far and we have food in the house.”

“You kidding? You’re literally growing a life inside of you. Even if it’s early, it matters to me. I don’t care what you ask for, you’re gonna get it as long as you’re like this. Why not? You were already worth everything and now, you’re worth everything plus one.” He lifted her up gently, by the hands and promised, “And you always will be immeasurable to me for this.”

“More than before?” She wondered.

“Not because you weren’t enough! Because, you were already more than enough and you’ve still given me this wonderful thing. This is gonna be much harder on you than it is on me, so… I have to make it as easy on you as I have the power to. Come on, Pretty Little Thing.” He placed his hand on the small of her back and helped her to the door.

Fried turkey tenders became her go to food. Jasper would order them for delivery almost every night so that whenever she got home, if she wanted some, they were available. She also ate a lot of chips. She would always have a family sized bag on her at all times, sometimes, multiple.

She worked for several months, as her job technically couldn’t get rid of someone for being pregnant, but her work load definitely had to change. Even if her body wasn’t suddenly very aware of how tiring a single day in the life of her was, Jasper was always monitoring stuff. “Should you be doing that? Because at least 17 articles stated that you shouldn’t at this time…”

From the day that they found out about it, Jasper began a Junior Journal. He put everything in it pertaining to the future addition and wrote it as though he was writing to the unborn child, sort of like the affirmation journals that he and Charlotte kept, but with way more details in it. He even wrote “Father Vows.” So that it is official everything that I intend to do for you for the rest of my life…

“Hey, Charlotte… you’re getting kinda far along now, so I was wondering if we could maybe figure out what we’re having and maybe… start thinking of names and stuff?”

“I was thinking that we were raising any children without labels and letting them tell us when they’re ready what they feel like they are, and also… I like the name Jasper.”

He smiled brightly, “I definitely like the thought of not putting any genitalia based societal pressures on them, but you know… society will, and what if they… look like a girl?”

“Jasper can be a girl’s name, if they turn out to be a girl at some point that they’re sure of. I love the name Jasper and I think it’s good for a firstborn.”

“Firstborn? You… would really do this again? You HATE being pregnant!”

“I mean… I hated the early days, definitely, but the further we come, the closer I feel to them. Now, I’m like… This is my kid in here, finishing up their formation. No longer a mass of tissue making me feel like my stomach has been kicked around. Now, they’re my little Jasper. After the initial issues, I’m grateful for them.”

By seven months, she was at home most of the time. Maybe being a mother could help her segway from the lab, onto somewhere that she might be valued. She was going to keep her hand to the pulse of the science community to figure that part out. Meanwhile, she was able to do most of the nursery by herself, while Jasper took on a few huge clients, including his former employer, and he began negotiations for his first business related book.

The nursery Charlotte decided to tap into her love for art - something she rarely allowed herself a chance to do very often, because she had been so busy. But, she had been in a baby shop with her mother and saw a cute adorable Creation Story nursery set, so she basically copied that idea, but of course, with a more practical spin. Where Did I Come From? Was painted onto a very lovely sign to hang up right when you walk into the nursery, and the “creation story” along the wall was basically a reenactment of her relationship with Jasper, including some gifts and souvenirs that highlighted certain moments, like the collection of Custom Star Maps that Jasper had began getting her when they were dating and gave to her as an engagement gift. “The moment we first kissed, When you told me that you love me, The night that we… Chef’s Kissed, The night that you decided that I was worth another chance, The night that you said, “Yes.” The next one will be monumental. It’ll be one for the moment you said “I do.”

So, she hung up six custom star maps in the nursery that had a kind of space/planet type decor, stars, sun and moon and stuff on a dark purple color. The custom star maps were designed to look like what the sky looked like at the exact moments that Jasper had ordered them for. The next one, which she intended to hang next to the crib would be the moment that Jasper Jr. was born. She began calling them Jasper Jr. in her mind to differentiate between her Jaspers mentally.

Jasper loved the idea of putting the maps in the nursery and of course, the idea of Charlotte spending hours chronicling their love on walls for their baby had him a completely mushy mess.

Henry came over to help out and convince Charlotte to allow him to throw a Sip and See for “Baby Jasper,” which was what Henry called them.

“You got that from Real Housewives,” she said.

“Yeah, and it was fabulous. Imagine us all, dressed in all white, like an all white party or whatever and the baby in their brightest, flyest, boldest outfit and everyone is sipping bubbly and gushing over Baby Jasper and all he wants is to you know, suck on some titty.”

“Sounds like too much and also, please do not speak of my titties in this way.”

“In the titty way?”

“STOP SAYING TITTY!” She snapped. She calmed down and said, “If you wanna throw a party, you can do the shower. I don’t think I’m having one, otherwise.”

“Your mom’s not doing one? Or Adanna?” He asked, surprised, then immediately called Piper, “Hey! Did you know that we’re supposed to be in charge of Charlotte’s Baby Shower?”

“WHAT??? Since when? Rosemary and Adanna aren’t doing it?”

“I don’t really need one,” Charlotte tried, but Henry and Piper were already in their mode. He was sending her all over the shop for different stuff that she would have to set aside for his Baby Shower vision. Charlotte laid on the couch and ate roasted nuts. They’d be at this for a while and at seven months, she was never in the mood for any of their “extra.”

Rosemary and Adanna had been planning a baby shower, but it was proving difficult for them because they kept having to cross out ideas that pertained to gender. Neither of them noticed how much gender related entertainment was a part of baby plans. Even with ordering gifts - Charlotte had given them a list of acceptable items, but whenever Rosemary sent her a photo to ask about something, she often declined, saying, “Something more gender neutral.”

“You know, this kid isn’t gonna just want gender neutral stuff their whole life, right?”

“When they’re old enough to see stuff that they want and like, then it’s their choice. Right now, anything else would be imposed upon them. I just want Jasper Jr to be able to look back at baby photos of themselves and seeing their baby pictures. Too many people have told me that they look at baby pictures of a body that they didn’t feel connected to, dressed in the wrong type of clothes and playing with toys that they never would have selected for themselves. That’s heartbreaking.”

“Okay, but anybody can be a firefighter!”

“Yes, but that says fireman in training, Mom. If there’s one that says firefighter, sure. I mean, it’s weirdly worded because what baby is “training” to be a firefighter?” Rosemary hung up on her.

Adanna began sewing stuff for them. She didn’t want baby blue or baby pink items, but she accepted baby blue AND baby pink items, so whenever one of them found something that was too cute to live without, Adanna brought it home and touched it up to be a more inclusive outfit. Rosemary joked, “This baby gonna be wearing transgender flags until they can talk!”

Adanna told her, “I am so excited that you’re familiar with a trans flag!”

“Girl, I been studying all the gender neutral stuff that I can to make sure my grandbaby winds up both loved AND fierce, and a lot of the parents with gender neutral upbringing tips are either trans or have trans kids, so I got a lot of flags in my memory banks, now. Have you kept up with Pansy to make sure she’s sticking to stuff properly?”

“I try to not keep up with her as much as possible. I thought since you live in Swellview, you were on that!”

“Ugh, I don’t like her though!”

“Put Cohort on it. She’s good at being around people she doesn’t like, because she doesn’t like anybody.”

“Yeah, but she might give her gills on her face or something if she gets on her nerves too much… Which… You know what? Wouldn’t be my problem! You’re right, Sis.”

Charlotte spent most of her free time working on stuff that made her pregnancy easier and fussing about the fact that people didn’t think of a lot of this stuff sooner, then often sulking about the fact that they probably did, but didn’t get the support or funding to make it mainstream because their society didn’t care about reproductive care. It made her consider medical school. Sure, she had been out of college for a few years, but she still could go, and that would pave the way for her to be either away from the lab or more qualified to move to a different one. Maybe, she would be able to be a medical biochemist. She had some familiarity with it, having worked with some in her career. It wasn’t like if she became a medical biochemist she would somehow not be able to do biomedical engineering anymore. She’d be better for it, and so could maternity. Her mother kept sending her reports about the dangers Black women face in the maternity process (thinking that she was unaware or that it was helpful, when really, Charlotte knew all of this information and tried not to think about it so much as she made sure that she would have the proper treatment and care), but it DID light a fire under her about medical school!

The day of the shower, not very long before her due date, Henry and Piper took her to this spa to have a day of pampering, styled her afterwards in this all white maternity gown with one of those halo crowns and Piper did her makeup. “You look like an angel,” Henry gushed.

“A pregnant angel?” she retorted.

“Yes!” He squealed.

They got back to her house and whenever they pulled in, she was already emotional. Dang pregnancy hormones. There were white, pink and blue flowers and balloons decorating the outside of the place and whenever she got inside, she saw a life sized statue of herself on a pedestal, wearing what she had on right now and as pregnant as she was. “What the?” She looked around, extremely confused.

“It’s my present!” Jasper cheered. She was in shock. “To you… For the…” he gestured at her belly. “It’s a gesture of tribute.” Tears were falling. Was he gonna be doing stuff like this to her for the rest of their lives?

Henry prompted her along, “She’s a little overwhelmed. Let’s get to the shower, Mama.”

Between the four of them - Adanna, Rosemary, Piper and Henry - they were able to organize a beautiful and fun gender neutral baby shower and evaluated all of the gifts beforehand, to ensure they fit the criteria. Jasper had on his crown and remained next to Charlotte the entire time. She looked happy that everyone was there, but very tired, too. His mom and stepdad showed up together. It was the first time he’d seen them together in a while, but his stepdad told him how proud of him he was and how excited he was to finally be a grandfather… Weirdness. Jasper couldn’t help but wonder if it was because he now had money, was very successful and continuously becoming moreso. But, he wasn’t gonna hold a grudge. Years of therapy made him unresentful towards the man and he did seem to genuinely want to be a grandfather.

Craig did the photos, and the photoshoot, which included pics like Charlotte seated with various groups around her, one with her friends, with her parents, with all the parents, with all the moms, with all the dads… And in all the dads, she somehow wound up with her dad, Jasper’s dads, Ray, Schwoz and Mr. Hart. Her dad stared at the last three whenever they came forward when Craig said, “And now one with the dads!” But Charlotte took his hand into hers and just shook her head. They laughed about it and it became one of her favorites of all of the photos.

The past nine months had been a voyage that she hadn’t expected. The future was going to be glorious.

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Fandom: Marvel’s The Punisher

Billy Russo x Reader

Summary: AU Reader plans a cute evening with Billy but he’s a little late. (Prompts: ‘Why can’t you listen to a single thing I say?’ – ‘All you do is whine’)

Warnings: Cursing, Angst, arguments, mentions of cheating - Sorry if I’ve missed anything

Word Count: 2523

A/N: First Billy Fic, hope you all enjoy and I just, he’s so beautiful. Like, the beard the suit, the everything.

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Being with Billy Russo had both advantages and disadvantages. Being together for nearly 2 years we loved each other endlessly, but at some point, Billy and I had to get out of the honeymoon phase. But we were both always there for one another. We were still the cheesy couple that laughed at inside jokes, that knew each other more than anyone would think, and sure on the outside everyone saw Billy as a murderous psychopath, heck my family had issues sometimes with the fact that we were together and happy. Others think he manipulates me, but in reality, we love each other more than he thought he would ever be able to love.

I basically lived at his place, although I still had my own place that was vacant of me most of the time, I just hadn’t ever made the official move into his apartment and I was ok with that. My two other best friends who are a couple themselves live there and my room hasn’t ever really changed. But every night I fell asleep at his place, every morning woke up there, most of my clothes were there, my makeup, shoes. Somehow the change had been gradual and neither of us complained, instead he complimented it. He even suggested that I should officially move in, but neither of you had the time to get everything from one place to another. But in both of our eyes, we were living together, we had a great life together and supported one another.

We were friends when he was starting up his business, I supported him as a girlfriend when he was getting established and watched as he grew and his business grew. Just as he supported me in my career.

But not everything was sunshine and butterflies, in recent months Billy has been distant. Spending more time at work than at home. More often than not I fell asleep before he even got home, some of those nights I did try to stay awake but I was always out of it before I even realised. He was gone before I even woke up some mornings and if I was lucky I saw him only a few times a week. We often spoke on the phone when he took a break, other times we spoke whenever I took lunch in for him on my days off. But his weeks consisted of 7 days which made things difficult because despite living together, we rarely saw one another.

But tonight was different, the perfect date night, he promised he would be home early, and I made sure both of our favourite meals were cooked. Despite staying in I dressed up in my favourite outfit, done my hair and makeup nicely. Other than going out with friends or work I rarely dressed up, especially since I loved it.

Dinner was ready to be served and now it was a waiting game, it had gone past 7 but that’s understandable, traffic in Manhattan at this time is crazy so I opted to watch a bit of TV while waiting. I had a funny feeling in my stomach at 8 and checked my phone, no messages or nothing. So instead I decided to give him a call but it went straight to answerphone, ok so he’s probably driving, understandable if he got a little caught up.

Before I knew it, it was 11pm, I ended up getting changed into something comfier, threw my hair up, but I was angry. Fuming. He promised, Billy promised me, he promised me yet he hadn’t even called me. None of my messages had been read, and the calls unanswered.

I had a bad feeling, I mean he can’t be cheating on me can he? I mean work takes up a lot of time. And when we first got together, Maria had promised me that he’s a good guy, not the cheating type. Frank even said so, that Bill wouldn’t ever do anything like that. Despite his checkered past, that didn’t involve endless amounts of women, instead it was dangerous, and he had redeemed himself, I mean he wouldn’t cheat would he?

I was still angry though. He still wasn’t home, it was nearly midnight and he broke his promise. We hadn’t seen one another in months, we went from having dinner together every day, to a few times a week, then to once a week, to me only ever eating lunch in his office.

“Y/N, Hey, Y/N. What are you still doing out here?” Billy was shaking me awake, he was crouched down beside the couch.

I woke with a jolt and came face to face with Billy, it took a few moments to realise where I was. I could see guilt written all over his face but that didn’t stop the anger coursing through me.

“Oh, so you're finally home then?” I bit out, a grimace sat on my face, I rubbed my eyes and stood up glaring at him waiting on an answer,

“I’m so, sorr-“

“No you're not Billy. I asked one thing from you alright. One thing. You haven’t properly been home in months and I ask you to be home for 7, a decent time, so we could eat together and spend time together. But why would I be so stupid to ask for something so impossible huh? I mean what are you even doing billy? What keeps you out until, what 1am?”

“Nothing Y/N. I’ve just been working hard ok. Business has been busy lately, I’ve been in the office, I’ve got a lot going on”

“What? Until 1am? How do you think that makes me feel? For all I know you could have some side chick that I don’t even know about instead I’m made to look like a joke”

“No.” he said shaking his head, “I would never, Y/N. Never cheat on you!”

“Then what am I supposed to think? You’re out of the door before I’m awake and back home after I fall asleep.”

“That’s because I’m busy at work Y/N. Trying to build a life for us, trying to build a future for us!”

“For us?” I yelled, “For us? What us? At the moment there is no us Billy. We have a long distance relationship despite us living in the same apartment. I don’t see you anymore Billy. So how can you say that you’re doing this for us when the last time I saw you were in your office. I mean you’ve bailed on me so much lately, whenever we have a reservation booked you always reschedule, I cooked tonight. I was so excited because I would finally get to spend time with you, but that’s not even possible is it?” I Yelled at him, “You might as well just fucking camp out at work because I don’t even know why you come home at this point”

“Well what do you expect when you're like this?” he threw back at me out of anger, “I’ve been home two minutes and all you do is whine”

“All I do is whine? I wouldn’t be whining if you spent more than an hour a week at home at a reasonable hour. I mean why can’t you listen to a single thing I say? All I’m saying is I want to spend more time with you. But now, I might as well just leave, I don’t even know why I’m still here” I said shoving myself past him and towards the door,

“Fucking hell Y/N” He said yelling for me but I ignored it, I felt the tears running down my face and walked to get my shoes on and I just walked out with Billy still calling for me.

***

Billy P.O.V

As soon as I walked in I knew I had fucked up. I completely forgot the promise that I made to Y/N, that she planned a date night for us. I felt bad that I was never around, but business had been crazy, I was working 7 days a week, near enough 16 hour days, and didn’t have any time. I saw the food, I saw her empty plate on the table, and she was curled up on the couch, she had every right to be angry, but that angered me, the moment she accused me of being with someone else when the only person I want is her, yet now I don’t even know what's going on with us. I was tired, it had been a long day, a long week and the last thing I wanted to do was argue, so instead I went to get in bed, I’m sure she’ll be back later on.

I don’t know how long I was tossing and turning in the bed for, yet she hadn't come back. It was the middle of the night and she was just out there somewhere, by herself, upset and angry.

I grabbed my phone to call her but it went right to voicemail, I was a bit lost on who to call but took the plunge and called Frank,

It took a few minutes but he eventually answered the phone, “This better be good Russo” He grumbled,

“I just wanted to know if Y/N was there at all?” I asked,

“No. She’s not. Why what the fuck have you done Bill?” He sounded awake within seconds but I just pinched the bridge of my nose,

“Nothing Frankie. Nothing. Sorry I woke you”

After hanging up I went to grab my keys to go looking for her.

Y/N P.O.V

I had no clue where to go. I only had my bag on me, and just had to get out of there. I was wiping my face, my makeup probably all ruined but I just left the apartment building and started to walk anywhere. It was 1am, on a Saturday night in New York City, it was bust but I felt so alone.

I walked aimlessly for ages, I missed him. I missed being around Billy. I missed us waking up together, having lazy mornings every now and then, I missed being able to talk to him. He was my best friend, but now, now he felt like a stranger.

I eventually flagged down a taxi and realised the safest place for me tonight would be my old apartment.

I caught a taxi there and realised they were both asleep, I used my key to let myself in and went straight for my room. In there I had everything I ever needed, a teddy I had from when I was little which was always there for me at times like this. I just hugged it and got under the covers unable to go sleep.

Not long later there was a knock on the apartment door, I sighed and knew they didn’t even know I was home so got out of my bed to go answer the door,

“Y/N” Billy started relieved to see me, “Come on let's go home,” he said,

“I am home Billy” I grumbled, “So you go home. Nothing of yours is here, whereas I have everything of mine here. So just leave”

He just looked at me before shaking his head, next thing I knew he had picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, “Billy” I gasped, “What are you doing?” He instead shut the door behind me and started walking.

“You said nothing of mine was there. Truth is, everything of mine was. You were. If you think I’m letting you go Y/N, you can think again. I love you, and I’m not going to let a stupid argument loose you, instead, I’ll be better alright”

“Billy, let me at least get my shoes, I can’t just walk out with my teddy”

He let out a laugh, “We’ll get your shoes tomorrow. We’ll get everything tomorrow, and you'll officially be moved in with me” He said, a few minutes later he set me down in his car and I couldn’t help but glare at him, but I wanted to smile. He had such an innocent look on his face, “I’ll give you the rest of the car journey home to be as pissed as you want, but when we get home, we’ll talk alright” He said to me.

I didn’t say anything and instead tucked my feet up on the seat, I know he hates this, but I don’t care. I snuggled up with my teddy in my arms and couldn’t help the frown on my face as I looked out the window.

When we got to the apartment building I got out and was willing to walk with my socks still on my feet but he came around and picked me up bridal style.

I didn’t say anything but rested my head on his chest, “I hate you, you know that” I grumbled,

“Yeah and I love you too,” He said back a smile on his face,

“I don’t want to say too much though, might make it seem like I’m whining”

“Wow” He muttered, “Fucking whine all you like, wouldn’t be you if you weren’t whining.”

“Well not like you’re around to hear me whine anyway”

“Guess I’ll have to change that huh? I won’t go to work tomorrow, and I’ll start coming back at a reasonable time. Heck, tell you what, you remember when I promised you a few months ago that we could go away? Book time off of work, and then we can go wherever you like”

After we were in the apartment he set me down on my feet again, “You’re not going work tomorrow?” I asked like a little pouting child but so much hope in my eyes,

“No” He whispered looking at me, “Not if me basically living at work will cost me the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I can get my work done at any time. I’ll even start to bring some paperwork home if it comes to it, that way I can do what I usually do when everyone's gone home. That way I can spend time with you, and get what I need to done as well. How does that sound”

Instead of anything I just hugged him, “I fucking hate you Billy because I missed you so much, so much Bill. And I love you, I couldn’t hate you, and I’m sorry, I just, I got angry. I miss you because I never see you but now I’ll feel bad because you have so much to do and I know you work hard and sorry for accusing you of cheating I just...”

“You know I would never intentionally hurt you. You’re it for me Y/N and I wouldn’t ever cheat on you. But I love you too Y/N. And I’m sorry”

I stepped back from him and looked at him, “Although, now you have to share the bed with my best friend” I told him while hugging my teddy,

He just stood there and laughed but shook his head, “Come on, let’s get some sleep. I’ll make us breakfast in the morning” He said and we both went to get some sleep and for once we went to sleep together.

#Billy Russo x reader #Billy Russo Imagine #Billy Russo #The Punisher #Punisher Fic #Billy Russo Fic #Angst #Fluff #billy russo x you #Punisher Imagine #Marvel imagine #marvel fic

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how-manygalileos · 5 years

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and the songbird keeps singing - chapt1

a/n: hey gang, this is the first bit of actual writing i’ve done for juliette byrd, an oc i’ve had in the works for a little while. so yea, this is a little intro to her, idk if this will follow a traditional chapter based system, but we’ll see. enjoy!! :) xx

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the audition

February 2013

Juliette sat outside the small auditorium, her bass guitar in its case sat next to her. She looked around nervously and bounced her knee. She took a deep breath, the final stage of auditions. A couple of other performers were loitering around the same area. It felt like every single one of them was staring at her. Should she be warming up? Thinking about what she might say? Because she was the only girl in that room? Should she have prepared more? The person who called her about final call backs said the pieces she had already would be enough but she couldn’t help but worry.

“Juliette Byrd.” the audition director called out, catching her off guard and startling her slightly. She collected herself and picks up her guitar case, before hurrying into the room. She stood, exposed, on the floor of the black box theatre, a drum kit and guitar amps set up behind her. Brian May, Roger Taylor sat in the auditorium stalls along with who she assumed was a musical director of some sort and the woman who had called her into the room.

“So, Miss Byrd” Brian started.

“No please, call me Juliette - or Byrdie- I don’t mind”, she scolded herself slightly. She just interrupted Brian may. THE BRIAN MAY. She also wasn’t sure why she brought up ‘Byrdie’, it was just a stupid nickname her jazz band director had given her at secondary school. Brian smiled, putting her mind at rest slightly. “Juliette, tell us something about yourself” he continued. Juliette cleared her throat slightly.

“Hi, i’m Juliette, I’ve been playing bass for 15 years, I’ve got 8 years training in both classical and musical theatre singing, acting and dance, I’ve played in jazz bands, rock bands, theatre orchestras and--”

“Juliette” Roger cut her off, “we want to know about you, not why you think you’re qualified”. She felt her cheeks flush slightly.

“Uhh- umm…” Juliette fumbled with her thoughts, “My name is Juliette Devon Byrd. I was born on 18th October 1989 - uh - I’m from Brighton... I like music, nearly all genres, playing it, listening to it, writing it, most everything about it - um - I like cats, I had one called Chester growing up and he would sleep on my pillow most nights… I lived in London for a few years but moved back to Brighton a little over a year ago.”

“Why the move back to Brighton?” Brian asked

“Oh…” She wasn’t sure if she wanted to answer that, afraid it would result in too much pity, “November last year my mum got sick, she couldn’t work or look after my sister. So I came home to help her out.”

“You have a sister?” Roger asked

“Yeah, -well- half-sister. Her name’s Lauren and she turns 13 in April” by this point Juliette felt more comfortable, more settled into the situation.

“Oh! My youngest turns 13 in April too. How’s your sister finding school?” Roger said, Juliette was glad, and slightly impressed, that the conversation had quickly moved past her mother being ill and she felt she had made a personal connection.

“She’s doing really well, she’s a lot more clever than I am. She’s great at science, really likes biology specifically” Juliette beamed.

“You certainly sound very proud of her.” Brian acknowledged her warm smile and returned it.

“So, shall we try some playing?” the musical director chirped up, “Brian? Roger? And Juliette, if you want to get yourself set up” the two older musicians stood up and walked down to the area where Juliette was standing. Juliette opened her guitar case, pulling out her mint green Music Man StingRay and checked it was in tune. Roger sat at the drum kit behind her as Brian amped up the Red Special, Juliette followed suit, amping up her bass.

“You know Crazy Little Thing Called Love?” Brian said, catching her attention. He had set down the Red Special and picked up an acoustic.

“Of course,” Juliette replied, smirking slightly, before the jam session began. She played well, confident but still with a few mistakes that she put down to nerves. After Crazy Little Thing they played Another One Bites The Dust and then Dragon Attack. After that Juliette was asked to improvise a bass solo, which because of her jazz band experience she was quite good at. Juliette left the final call back feeling quite confident but didn’t want to get her hopes up and risk disappointment.

After the final candidate finished their audition, Brian and Roger sat alone in the auditorium for a moment, the other two members of the casting board having left the room already. In the background two roadies were packing up the amps and drum kit.

“What do you think then? Have we got our bassist, Rog?” Brian broke the silence between them.

“I think we might, there’s certainly a couple I have in mind.” Roger answered, “Of course, I don’t think we’ll know for sure until we do a proper performance with the rest of the band.”

“I’ve heard from Deaky,” Brian said, “I sent him an email about it last week, just the final shortlist and their CVs and headshots, that sort of thing… I didn’t really expect to get a response.”

“Well, It was an email about finding someone to, in a way, replace him… I’ve not heard much out of him in years” Roger said crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair slightly, “What did Birdman have to say then? Anything useful?”

“He did have one particular favourite by the sounds of things,” Brian started, “a certain, Miss. Juliette Byrd. She played Scaramouche on the West End, you know.”

“Oh, that was her,” Roger commented, “I thought she seemed familiar.”

“Deaky said that she was his favourite Scaramouche, he’s been to see a few different casts and apparently her performance style stands miles above the rest.”

“Great bassist too, definitely one of the most talented ones we’ve seen today.” Roger paused to think, “At any of the callbacks this week, come to think of it. Quite young though.” This wasn’t incorrect, Juliette was only 23, there were more experienced people they had auditioned.

“But then so was Deaky.” Brian reasoned, Roger nodded in agreement.

Juliette sat at the kitchen table refreshing her email over and over and her mobile with a full battery, ready to pick up should it ring. She was supposed to find out today. An email if she didn’t get it, a phone call if she did. At least that’s how it usually went.

“So today’s the day!” her childhood best friend puts her hands on her shoulders. Juliette jumped slightly.

“Katie!” she called out upon realising who it was, “what are you doing here?”

“Your sister let me in, couldn’t miss seeing you on the big day.” Katie had been there every time Juliette was to find out about a part or job she’s auditioned for. She put a bottle of prosecco and a cake box down on the table.

“It’s a little premature for that, isn’t it?” Juliette said, refreshing her emails again. Katie raised an eyebrow at her. “J.” she stated, in a somewhat disapproving tone, “You’ll get it, I know you will. You’re the best bassist I know.”

“I’m the only bassist you know.”

“Shut up. That isn’t the point. Don’t be a smart arse.” Katie said, pointing at her, “You’ll get it, and if you don’t then you have some decent booze to drown your sorrows with and cupcakes so you can eat your feelings.” Juliette shrugged in response and went back to obsessively checking her emails.

“Hey, don’t they only send you an email if you don’t get it?” Katie asks, reaching to close the laptop.

“I don’t know that, every audition process is different.” Juliette replied, reopening her laptop, “Anyway, I’d thought you’d be over at James’, being in the honeymoon phase and all.” Katie blushed slightly.

“I feel this is far more important, today I get to find out if little Juliette I went to nursery with is joining one of the biggest rock bands in the world.” Katie beamed, “Also he has a load of year 2 maths homework to mark, him and Liv said they’d come over later.”

Katie, James, Liv and Juliette had been a tight knit group of friends in secondary school, and tried to see each other as often as they could. Katie worked in a small cake shop in the middle of town, she had dreams of one day opening her own cafe and patisserie. James wanted to be a primary school teacher, he was finishing his final year of training so he was stressed. The main solace he had to distract him from said stress was the blossoming relationship he had started with Katie that summer just gone. Liv was a librarian, she had always liked books so it seemed the natural thing for her to be doing after they finished school. Even though Juliette was back in Brighton, she’d seen less of her school friends than when she was living in London. She was really happy her old friends were there to support her on the day her career could potentially change forever. Juliette refreshed her email a few more times, Katie rolled her eyes and walked over to put the kettle on. Juliette’s phone buzzed on the tabletop. She scrambled to grab it.

New message from Cian O’Doherty: Today’s the day, you heard yet J-byrd? :P

Juliette sighed, what an inopportune moment to receive a text. She had promised Cian that he’d be the first to know, but he was rather impatient. Katie looks over her shoulder.

“Cian O’Doherty?” she asks, “Isn’t that the Irish lad who was the year below us? Played rugby with James?”

“Uhh- yeah,” Juliette said absentmindedly refreshing her laptop, “he’s actually the one who got me the audition.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, he’s a session drummer, he’s got contacts in the industry and stuff.”

“Do you know yet?” Juliette’s sister, Lauren, bounded into the room excitedly.

“Not yet, Laur, no.” Juliette sighed, her sister gave her a sympathetic smile and went to sit at the kitchen table with the other two girls.

A half hour passed, Juliette obsessively refreshing her emails and checking her phone. She felt like she was going a little bit insane. She was about to give up, assuming she hadn’t got it. Suddenly, her phone rang. Juliette froze for a moment.

“What are you waiting for?” Katie practically screamed, “Pick it up!” Juliette reached for her phone and answered it.

“Hello?” She said somewhat nervously,

“Is this Juliette Byrd?” the voice said, she thought it was the woman from the audition, but she couldn’t be sure. There was then a knock at the door. Typical, she thought to herself.

“Yes, I am she.” she hated the way she phrased that, “Lauren, get the door?” she aggressively whispered before putting the phone back up to her face.

“I’m contacting you about last week’s audition for the bassist position...” the woman said, it was hard to gauge what she would say from her tone of voice. Lauren ran back into the room, Liv and James in tow.

“Did she get it? Do we know?” James asked,

“Shhhh!” his girlfriend scolded, “she’s still on the phone.”

“...Miss Byrd, I’m delighted to say that you have the job” Juliette’s heart skipped a beat, a wide smile crossed her face.

“What is it?” Liv asked

“Have you got it?” Katie asked louder, jumping up slightly. Juliette scowls at them and motions for them to shut up.

“...Congratulations, you’re the new member of Queen + Adam Lambert”

“That’s fantastic,” she said excitedly, “thank you so much, that’s incredible. Oh my goodness, I’m so happy to hear that.”

“So you go it?” Lauren almost screeched, Juliette shot a semi-playful glare at her sister who rolled her eyes in response.

“You should get an email in the next day or so with a basic setlist of songs you’ll need to have ready and the upcoming dates of any rehearsals,” the woman on the phone said, “you’ll also get your contract, if you could read through that and get a signed copy to us as soon as possible, that would be great.” Juliette was nearly bursting at this point, she felt like she could cry she was so happy.

“Of course, I’ll get that to you as soon as you can, thank you again so much.” She said grinning.

“It was my pleasure to tell you, Miss Byrd. Congratulations again.” The woman said before hanging up. Juliette put her phone down on the table, smiling widely and happy tears pooling in her eyes.

“I think I know,” Katie started, “but I need to hear you say it.”

“I got it.” Juliette exclaimed, “I’m Queen + Adam Lambert’s new bassist!” cheers and screams of joy filled the room.

“J, that’s incredible!” Katie cried, wrapping her arms around here old friend. James popped the prosecco and poured five glasses as Liv and Lauren joined the hug between Katie and Juliette.

“James,” Juliette called over her shoulder, “only a tiny bit for Lauren, she’s 12.”

“I know, J.” he said chuckling and passing out the glasses, “I’d like to propose a toast. To Juliette Devon Byrd, our new favourite rock star.” he said raising his glass.

“To Juliette Devon Byrd!” everyone chanted in response. Juliette hadn’t felt this happy in a long time, she didn’t think she would ever stop smiling. After the past year she’d had, it finally felt like things were looking up.

#juliette byrd #ofc #queen #queen imagine #roger taylor #brian may #juliette is the loml omg #bohemian rhapsody #john deacon #present day #queen + adam lambert #qal #atsks

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fluffandlove · 7 years

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Sadistic Anniversaries

Author’s note: Misaki x Usagi with 18. “I’m not sadistic, I just like making you suffer!” Thank you so much for the prompt, anon! I’ve never written these two before and had a lot of fun writing this!

Summary: Misaki’s worked very hard on their four year anniversary dinner and Usami, the so-called sadist, thanks him in his own way.

Word count: 2,2k whoop whoop!

“Gah!”

Today had been so stressful. Four years ago on this very day they had officially become a couple and every time the thought came to mind, Misaki would go bright red and had to cover his face to calm down. He couldn’t believe he’d been in this relationship for four years and that they were still going strong. They still kissed every day, cuddled before bed, watched movies and series together, held hands and just basically everything a couple in their honeymoon phase would do.

After coming home from a long day at work, Misaki was already beyond exhausted, but he really wanted to put every ounce of energy he had into making this dinner. Fortunately for him, Usami had several meetings planned, which meant that he still had a good three or so hours to prepare the biggest dinner ever.

He couldn’t get a head start this morning because Usami was right there on the couch, sipping his coffee like any other day. Misaki was somewhat scared that he’d forgotten all about their special day, but he did get five goodbye kisses instead of the usual three, so…?

Eh. Usami had definitely been in a good mood, so that was good enough. And if he’d forgotten about their fucking four year anniversary, Misaki would hit him with the frying pan he had just dropped.

Crazy. That was the label Misaki was looking for. It was nuts that he was making dinner for his boyfriend, wearing a pink apron and hairclips and that he had dropped one of their best pans because his head was still up in the clouds, wishfully thinking that Usami would do that cute thing where he pressed their foreheads together and looked him in the eye, mumbling, “I love you,” over and over again after he got home.

The tips of his ears burned. So did his neck and stomach. He didn’t need a mirror to know that he looked like the tomato he was about to cut in half.

Maybe ridiculous would be a better word to use because Misaki dropped the pan again right after he had picked it up and let out another yelp.

It took way longer than he had anticipated. Partly because he’d managed to cut himself twice and partly because he had overcooked the rice and had to start all over again. The trashcan was filled with a huge amount of wasted food, bloody paper towels and his pride, but at least he got everything done on time.

The table was set with a nice, red table cloth, two chique plates and bowls for the soup and sake. Misaki had strategically left the food in the oven to keep it warm, since he wasn’t sure when Usami was going to come back home.

As if on cue, his phone rang.

“Hello?” Misaki was trying really hard not to pant and make it sound too obvious that he was in the middle of changing his shirt.

“Misaki, I’m almost home and was wondering if you need anything from the convenience store.”

Wham. Misaki’s leg hit the bed as he did a little hop to pull his pants up. “Ow! Damn it!”

“… Misaki?”

“No, I don’t need anything!” he quickly replied and held his knee while shutting his eyes. “Sorry, my leg hit the bed.”

“Klutz. Are you five years old, or something?”

“Oi!”

“I’ll be there in a few minutes. Try not to break your arm, okay?”

“Usagi—

“Love you. Bye.”

Well, that instantly shut him up. Misaki clamped a hand over his mouth to keep himself from making any unnecessary noises to embarrass himself even more than he already had, but Usami hung up right after he had said that. Probably to make a statement.

That ass.

Misaki finished dressing up, clumsily went back downstairs, his knee still throbbing a little, and sat at the table, trying to keep a straight face and failing miserably. There was a permanent red hue on his cheeks and nose, his lips were tightly pressed together and his hands were clammy, as if he was going on a first date, or something, but he just really, really hoped his boyfriend would like his dinner.

Right when he was about to grab his phone to call Usami, said person entered the apartment and his eyes instantly fell on the fancy looking table.

“…” his lips parted but no sound came out and Misaki prayed that that was a good thing since the Usami Akihiko was never speechless. He awkwardly smiled up at him and held out his arms in a silent, “Tadaa!”

“Happy um, happy anniversary!” he added when Usami continued to gape at the table like it was some kind of alien that had barged its way into his home. “I made us dinner!”

Their eyes met and Misaki felt his stomach drop. Usami dropped his bag and jacket and marched over to the table like a soldier before he pulled him into a bone-crushing hug. Poor Misaki screeched in response and tried to breathe and not to fall off the chair at the same time because good ol’ Usami wasn’t thinking straight and threw in his entire body weight.

“Usagi-san-can’t-breathe…!” Misaki managed to choke out and sighed in relief when Usami finally let go and held his jaw with both hands. “W-what?”

“I love you.”

“You already said that,” Misaki retorted in a small voice.

“You made us dinner.”

Misaki shut his eyes, unable to maintain eye-contact for a second and tried his best to flail around, but Usami grabbed his wrist to keep him in place. Usami was doing that thing with his voice that made him want to melt into a puddle on the floor so he would cease to exist. The universe was always so cruel to him, even though he was a good person and hadn’t done anything to deserve this.

However, the universe wasn’t done yet. Usami, still holding his wrists, leaned down and started kissing him all over his face, not missing one single spot and playfully nibbled on his ear as well. Misaki was having trouble breathing at this point, unable to respond like a human to the huge amount of affection he was receiving, and just continued to sit there. Their fingers were intertwined, making him even more immobile than he already was, and Misaki was pulled to the couch, which was when he found his voice again.

“Usagi-san, dinner’s still in the oven, you know!”

“Good.”

The kissing continued and was taken to the next level when Usami hugged him like a body pillow, burying his face in Misaki’s neck while kissing his pulse point. Misaki was this close to losing his shit.

“You’re suffocating me!” he blurted out and tried to curl up, but Usami was having none of that and simply held him even tighter, to which Misaki replied with a quiet, “I swear, you’re sadistic.”

“I’m not sadistic, I just like making you suffer,” Usami said and Misaki could fucking hear the smirk in his voice. "But if we’re talking sadistic, then...”

Two very sneaky hands made their way down to his sides and started drawing small and slow circles there. Misaki’s eyes nearly popped out of his head and any bystander probably would’ve thought a cat was being thrown off the balcony.

“No, no, no! Usagi-san, I fucking swear, don’t tickle meeeeeeeeee!”

The universe had spoken once again.

“But it’s so cute,” Usami said matter-of-factly and decided to step up his game by pinching right above his hipbones, making the other literally scream with laughter. “See?”

No, Misaki wanted to throw back, but all he could throw back was his head and bury it in the pillow of the couch. He was stuck in this weird position where Usami was sort of laying on top of him, half-hugging and half-tickling him to death. His sides were being full on attacked by his larger hands, squeezing up and down his waist.

He tried so hard to grab those annoying hands, but Usami, being very experienced, simply tickled him all over his torso and legs, which made Misaki lose his mind and unable to grab them. The quick and unpredictable tickles made his laughter go up an entire octave because his body was driven to the very edge, losing complete control.

His legs did a poor job at kicking Usami in the back. Instead of being useful, they just kicked the air out of reflex, his muscles spasming too much to actually function properly. Misaki gave up trying to stop him and decided to cover his face, not wanting Usami to see the redness and forced goofy grin.

“Stop-tickling-me, ack!”

A few fingers had managed to crawl under his shirt and were now scribbling all over his quivering stomach. Misaki did another attempt at stopping him but Usami bent down and blew a very loud and very stupid raspberry right on his navel.

Misaki’s voice actually broke then, his laughter so very high-pitched that he was lowkey worried about hurting Usami’s ears. Then again, that asshole was responsible for making him produce such inhuman sounds, so he shouldn’t feel sorry at all.

“I didn’t think you could go that high,” Usami grinned down at him, appearing to be fascinated and oh, how Misaki wanted to smack that grin off his face. “Duly noted.”

“Shut uhup!” Misaki barked out more bouts of laughter and actually guffawed when his ribs got their own turn, very impressed with himself that he was still alive. Usami had switched to scratching lightly at his upper ribs, sometimes going even higher right to his underarms, which were impossible to protect even when he clamped down his arms because Usami simply tickled around that spot until he would flail and expose them.

This was far from righteous. He’d made dinner and now Usagi tickling him so softly and gently that he might as well have died a thousand deaths right there and then, but he got a random burst of energy and managed to roll over.

“Where’re you going?” Usami snickered and simply continued to torment his underarms until Misaki rolled all the way to the edge of the couch and yeah, ended up falling off.

Not in a very gracious way, in fact, half of his body hadn’t even made it to the floor. His lower half was still trapped under Usami’s body and maybe this was one of the biggest mistakes he’d ever made in his life because now he was completely exposed. Gravity pulled is shirt down and his arms were in this really weird angle, making it hard to protect himself.

“Away from you!” Misaki yelled and still tried to crawl away, but his legs were forever stuck.

Usami took this opportunity to run his fingers over his thighs and knees, resulting in Misaki’s upper body jerking around and his arms grabbing at thin air. “You’re still here, though.”

“Pfff, quit it!”

“You called me a sadist, remember?”

He’d dug his own grave. Even more helpless than before, Misaki could only lay there and jump around, laughing and shrieking like he was being assaulted, which was only half true. And of course, Usami’s hands slid down to his bare torso, which made him buck so wildly that Usami lost his balance.

Both of them yelped in unison, totally caught off guard. Misaki was kind of able to break his fall, but got the air knocked out of him because of it and burst out laughing. “Not what I had in mind for our anniversary, but okay.”

Usami pushed himself up and looked down at him, worried. “Shit, I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Misaki blew his bangs out of his face, still quite red in the face from all the laughter, but smiled nonetheless. “I’m fine, don’t worry about it.”

Humming in response, Usami leaned down and gently placed his forehead against Misaki’s. “Okay, that’s good to hear. You still love me, right?”

“Hm,” Misaki half responded, only able to look up at him through his eyelashes, feeling his face heating up from their proximity. “After what you just did to me… Not so sure.”

A chuckle. “I only do it because I love you. You made me dinner because you love me. It’s the same thing.”

Oh, boy. Misaki snorted and looked away. “I made you dinner because I love you and you tickled me because you love— How does that even make sense?”

And then he’d realized what he’d said and instantly sputtered and kicked his legs, anything to try to get away, but Usami held his cheeks and kissed him once again. Those previously annoying hands slipped back under his shirt for now completely different reasons and softly kneaded his hip, thumb caressing the protruding bone.

“I love touching you,” Usami uttered against his lips before he went back to kissing them again. “Love touching you and making you laugh.” Another kiss and squeeze. “It makes me happy.”

Misaki grew drowsy, slowly but surely melting on the spot as Usami continued to kiss and touch him so very tenderly.

“Chicken is kinda chewy.”

“Uhuh.”

“Rice is overcooked.”

“Yep.”

“The onions—”

“You know what, that’s not my fault. I told you I left everything in the oven to keep it warm, but no, you still had to drag me to the couch and torment the hell out of me.”

“Maybe we should hire a cook for our next anniversary.”

“…”

“Who’re you calling?”

“Yes, hello, Nii-chan. I’ve decided that I wanna move out.”

#junjou romantica #Misaki x Usagi #tickling #tickle fic #usagi x misaki #I don't know how the tags work in this fandom wheeeeeeee #OH WELL #my fic #anonymous #answered #tadaaaaaa <3333 #100

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phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess · 6 years

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This is random but I don’t know what to do. My girlfriend and I barely have sex anymore (both 23) been together for 1.5 years and living together. I always try to start things but it’s always shrugged off by her or whatever and now I basically don’t want to keep trying in fear of rejection. We always hold hands when out but really only peck on the lips when leaving for work or getting home from work and that’s it. I really love her and don’t want to give up. I just don’t know what else to do :/

Well, I think the main thing here is that you need to sit down and talk about it, mate. Something has shifted, and whether its normal everyday stressors that are the cause, or something more significant.

And, realistically, it’s not just about sex here, it’s clearly a more widespread concern. You state you have noticed a sudden decrease in intimacy; besides sex, what else was normal for you, during your dating phase/honeymoon period? Long walks on the beach, cuddling on the couch, date night each week, handholding at home/outside, bringing cute gifts, silly cute texts, memes at 3am, petnames, etc.

Think about what you used to consider ‘normal affection/intimacy’ for your relationship; note them down on paper, if it helps you to recall. Then, think about your current degree of intimacy, write down (as mentioned above) ‘hand holding at home’ and ‘brief kisses in the morning/evening, on leaving house and arriving’.

It will give you a broader understanding of what has stopped alongside the noted decrease in sex; which can be an important indicator as to what is happening for you. E.g. Perhaps you used to pass love notes, which made you each feel special and connected, but since your current lives are so incredibly busy, it’s fallen by the wayside… etc.

-How did you previously see one another whilst dating, as in, did you reside with parents or roommates wherein you didn’t have a significant degree of privacy?Sometimes, the thrill of a new household/freedom can fade; like the honeymoon period of a relationship, which fades into something more long-term. There is a streamlining of affection to facilitate the other areas of life that come into it; like work, social lives, hobbies, interests, family, friends, etc.

How recently did you move in together? What level of domestic intimacy had you achieved? That is to say, were you still trying to figure out the ins and outs of living together, or have you reached that comfortable ‘share the bathroom’ stage, the ‘can walk about the place wearing your ancient pyjamas and they still have heart-eyes’ stage?

A more important question is: How is she doing?Has there been a stressor in your lives recently? Has anything caused upset, panic, stress, distress, confusion, grief, anger, etc. Do you have pressing education, occupational or financial concerns that could be placing both of you into a frayed emotional state?

What are you feeling? How is she feeling?

Distance, decreased libido, etc. can be symptoms of various environmental issues, or even a sign of depression. Review everything you have noticed in the last little while. Has she been unusually down, frustrated, unsure, sleeping more, find it hard to motivate herself, dropping off hobbies? If yes, note this down, and maybe approach her gently, ask her if she’s alright, as you have noticed _____, ______, and _____ ?

Give her a forum to speak about it. Sometimes the strangest things cause stress, sometimes it might be half-remembered and years ago… manifesting now. Perhaps you had a throwaway argument months ago and something said is resonating. You never know until you ask.

Stressors come in a multitude of spheres:E.g. new job, loss of a loved one, health scare, sudden mood shifts or notable change to personality, have you argued more, is there study/employment burdens, are there financial issues, mental health concerns,

Are you able to sit down and speak with her over this issue? If not, why not?

What is your worst-case scenario in relation to this matter. No, really, this is an important gauge for how to resolve the situation; imagine your absolute worst case scenario, and it will tell you more about your perception of the issue/how you understand circumstances to be resolved.

Example: Is it, that you are growing apart, and the decrease in affection is a sign that you might break up? Or perhaps, that you envision her distance may be because of cheating or falling in love with another?

Example: Is it that you will stay together and not achieve the same level of sexual activity as before? What if it decreases further, would this be a ‘deal-breaker’ to you?

Example: Is it that something has changed, and you will not be able to fix it should the underlying reason be uncovered? It’s a normal fear; people are afraid to confront problems that do not have easy solutions.

Ask yourself what defines your worst case scenario. Write it down, if it helps; from that worst case scenario, think of a solution or two. Will talking help? How do you think you’d both feel about it?

On the other hand, imagine the Best Case Scenario.

Perhaps you’re both just so busy, that things slipped by the wayside.Perhaps there’s important work/study related things happening that are taking focus and attention.Perhaps something has happened that has brought her a bit down.Perhaps you two stopped doing things that helped you continue your normal bond, due to life commitments, and that’s straining things.Perhaps the excitement of dating has settled into normalcy.Perhaps things have just dropped off bc it’s an everyday activity now that you live together.

Think about the best case scenario, from your perspective, and compare it to your absolute worst-case scenario. This should give you an idea of where you are, mentally/emotionally, on the situation; you’re prepared for whatever you anticipate as best/worst.

For counselling/guidance, try LifeLine (13 11 14) or Kidshelpline (Youth & Young Adults 13-25yrs) 1800 55 1800, who can listen and provide information/resources you can access.

Alternately, there may be a service in your area for basic counselling or relationship advice.

Now? Talk to her. She’s the best source of information for what’s going on for her.

Find a time when you’re both rested, have a free moment, are alone and comfortable. Maybe have a meal together, if that’s not normally possible due to conflicting schedules.

“How are you?” (Open question)

“I’ve noticed you’re a bit tense, is something going on?” (Open Question)

“I know work/study is crazy right now, but I wanted to make time for us, like we used to…” (Open Statement/Invites comparison, room for her to say if something feels like it is missing)

Something along those lines.

The formula is always varied but mainly: Ask how she is, express your concerns and the why behind it, how you feel, and make sure the tone is non-accusatory, be open and ready to talk through anything.

Vague example:

“So I wanted to ask if everything’s okay? We don’t see each other much, because of (work/life), and when we do mostly we’re both too tired to make a move… and I totally understand that, but I thought I should ask if there is anything else going on? We used to hold hands all the time but now it feels like we only do it in public, and we only seem to kiss when someone’s leaving or coming home. While I miss that, and other things we used to do more often, I just wanted to check if there’s anything going on for you, or maybe I might have done (or not done) something, and you wanted to talk about it.”

That sort of thing.

In summary:

The relationship is relatively new, and you’re new to domesticity. Life sometimes gets in the way, or it could be something else (personal or otherwise).

Imagine your best and worst case scenarios, and potential scenarios around them. For additional support, contact lifeline, kidshelpline OR a local relationship advice service.

The most important thing is to have an open, honest conversation with her and find out what’s happening, if maybe she has noticed things too or hadn’t realised. If there’s something she feels is missing, or is upset about, or wants to speak with you in relation to... etc.

There’s clearly been a decrease of intimacy, and you have mentioned alternate commitments (work, etc) that may have contributed to the situation. Or perhaps there is an alternate reason, but you won’t know until you’ve had a conversation with her. It is important to be open, and honest about the conversation; make it clear this is in relation to concerns that something may not be going right, and not entirely about your own needs not being satiated. (Some people fall into a trap of saying something like, “Don’t you realise we haven’t had sex in months? What’s your problem?!” rather than, say “Since we moved in, I noticed we’re spending less time together, and we don’t have sex that often compared to before... is there anything bothering you, or stressing you out?”)

And if you feel you aren’t able to have this frank conversation with this person... then perhaps you need to examine your relationship and determine why you can’t speak openly/honestly about something that is concerning you. All relationships have trying times, dips and crests, the important part is actively tackling the issue through clear, open communication.

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If this was not helpful, or if you wanted to have a more specific conversation about the circumstances/your vague location for the sake of country-specific resources, please feel free to send another ask or message.

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Recall on the years I left Tumblr and I need an answer!

I actually stopped using Tumblr for quite a while. Often times I have so much thoughts to the point I don’t know who to share it with. So now I’m back, being active on social media. This is just my experience so if anyone who is struggling in the similar situation, I’ll be glad to give some tips and advices. There is one thing I am struggling with at the moment. While writing this, I cried so much... Please read this. The question will be at the end of the whole story. (Sorry it’s so long.. I don’t know how to get this out of my system)

In the past years, it has been hectic. Literally, it was a roller coaster.

Let me start with my 2014 relationship. That is the year when I started college. In the first year, I’d call it a honeymoon phase. We had a long distance relationship. It was about 5 hours apart from where I live to his. Everything my ex and I did was cute and meaningful. End up I moved to the same city as him and I transferred there. We lived near each other so we get to see each other everyday. This is where we fell apart. There was no spark to our love anymore. We were in our comfort zone. He stopped giving me the attention I needed. He stopped going to school because he had a part time job that paid him enough. In his free time, he would his games. We argue all the time. He pointed out how I never introduce him to my family. I told him he was a bum. That was our breaking point.

2016 is when I had a family emergency so I had to go back, which was 4 hours away from where we lived. In my thoughts, I took my chances that I finally get to actually leave him. On the other hand, he didn’t want to. Eventually we did split up. During this time, I did talk to someone else. That person did give me a spark, but it wasn’t enough. End up my ex and I went back to each other. The fights, the arguments, and the breakup kept repeating until 2018. Nothing had changed.

2018 was the worst year of my life. I went to a wedding with my best friend (he’s gay) and I met one of my friends that I knew back in high school. We started to talk, a lot. This part I am still dating my 2014 boyfriend. He knew I was talking to someone else so we broke up. I started dating my high school friend of mine. We had a lot in common, I mean literally a lot in common. We started to go to parties where I met a lot of my friends that I haven’t saw in a long time. Some of them started to come up to me and tell me that I was dating the wrong guy and they don’t like him. At first, it bothered me and I was kind of mad. Until I realized what they were talking about. He have a friend that he calls “best friend��. They literally talk about everything together and do everything together. Literally, everything. My blind and stupid self kept thinking that, yes, they are best friend and there is nothing going on between them.

While dating him, he went on a trip with her to Canada. Everyone told asked me, “are you serious? You let them go without you?” I had to tell them that I trust him. I mean we just started dating and he didn’t hurt me. Because of that, I was feeling more insecure than I was before. We didn’t really go on dates. It’s usually going out as a group. He didn’t get me anything or do anything special for our anniversary. His sister told me one time that I shouldn’t trust him so much and end up telling me that him and his best friend is always together and they even slept together many times. Yes, I was that stupid. I still told myself that he’s dating me now so he didn’t really talk to her as much. At the end of 2018, we had a New Years Eve party at our friends house. I was drunk and he just left me there. He was literally all up on his best friend. This is not the first time that he have done that. On Valentine’s Day, he even picked a fight with me and I didn’t even talk to him. Realizing he took her on a V-day date. All of my friends felt sorry for me and asked me why am I still with him. I felt ridiculous. I don’t even know myself.

I cried literally every day. I didn’t know what to do. I found out one day that he was talking to one of his ex girlfriend. He told her I was crazy, possessive, and all the crap he could make me look like I am a bad person. He went to see her, even though she had a family of her own. I end up breaking up with him because I couldn’t take it anymore. I end up reaching out to my ex because I don’t know what to do. Talking to him made me feel so comfortable and safe. I missed him. We did meet each other but we didn’t date again. After seeing my 2014 ex, my 2018 ex called me multiple times around 2 AM. I think it was more than 50 times. I picked up and asked him what was going on. He told me he misses me and so. I thought he actually did and we slept with each other before he found out that during out break up, I met up with my 2014 ex. February 2019 is when it went downhill. I was already going crazy. I knew I was cheated on and then revenge came along. I end up breaking up with the both of them.

What I realized was I did hurt myself too much. Not only myself but I hurt the others too. Especially my 2014 ex. I hurt him way too much, so I had a real closure with him. I told him this is a real break up. That we both hurt one other, especially I hurt him the most. That we need to move on for the best for each other. We need to find someone else who can make us become a better person. Of course I told him I was sorry and that we shouldn’t see each other or be friends with each other. If we see each other in the streets one day, just smile and walk away like we are strangers.

As time pass, I met someone else. We settled down with each other. 2020 he proposed. We’re engaged. We’re about to get a house. We’re getting marry in a few months.

I am happy, but I feel like I’m still insecure. Of course he didn’t do anything to hurt me. My bad habit of mine is going through his past. How he talked to his ex was really sweet, and talking to me is kind of similar. That kind of bothered me. Sometimes I’m scared he might talk to someone else, when I know for sure he wouldn’t do that. He’s actually a sweetheart.

My fiancé and I did talk about everything already, but for some reason I still feel insecure. Maybe because I was hurt before and I can’t move on? I mean I have told myself to forgive my ex for hurting me but sometimes I still feel like there is something that is stuck and dragging me down... Why do I still feel insecure?

#reminiscing #recall #past #ex #experience #love #relationship #breakup

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How to Avoid Petty Fights and Get What You Need in Your Relationship

“It’s never overreacting to ask for what you want and need.” ~Amy Poehler

It was yet another stupid argument that escalated from nothing to a hundred miles an hour in seconds. I’d been there so many times before, entrenched in warfare with us both preparing our defenses and priming our attacks.

The intense emotions of the moment always took over, denying me the opportunity that hindsight would later afford me. Huge issues were, upon reflection, only minor disagreements about who had said what about the cooking, or where something had been left in the bathroom.

On this occasion, once again we were both 100 percent committed to our side of the argument, when I stopped and thought:

“This is crazy. What am I missing? There must be another way.”

In that moment I had an insight that revolutionized my relationship and how I relate with my partner. But before I explain, let’s rewind a little.

In the beginning, our relationship was pretty typical. Things started off great because we were really curious about each other. There wasn’t much judgment, as we always gave each other the benefit of the doubt, and with a lot of goodwill between us, we always knew we had each other’s best interests at heart.

The adrenaline was pumping and the dopamine flowing, as we were in hormonal ecstasy with the excitement of exploring unchartered territory, something that made us so interesting to each other.

After the honeymoon period, though, things started to become a bit routine. We started assuming things about each other, thinking we knew the other’s responses and desires because, after all, we’d been together a while now. I would always think, “I know you.” Only I didn’t know her anywhere near as well as I thought I did, and because of that assumption things started to go sour.

This happened because we were not consciously aware of our own core needs, or each other’s. As a result, we couldn’t meet those needs for ourselves or communicate them in a way that empowered each other to meet them. So instead, we created unconscious strategies to get our needs met, like nagging and manipulation, which led to blurred boundaries and resentments.

Eventually we became co-dependent, as we felt as if we each needed the other to keep us happy and satisfied. We knew we weren’t getting along as we once did, but we had no idea why. Now I know.

We all have core needs, and they drive most of our behaviors, whether we realize it or not. By core needs I mean elements like safety, connection, autonomy, peace, meaning, and love.

When we aren’t consciously aware of our core needs it’s often because we’ve become too distracted by other egoic needs, like the need for success, wealth, control, and dominance. Our core needs then become misunderstood and miscommunicated, which leads to us meeting our partner’s needs under duress or not at all.

Here’s a simple example from my life to explain.

Around a year ago my partner and I were having some minor ructions in our relationship. Nothing major, just some low-level tremors. I’m sure you know the type.

I’d moved into her house a few months earlier, and we were still navigating the “how things are done around here” phase of the relationship, as I saw it. One of the areas of frustration for me was that she was always asking me to do things she could quite easily do herself, like taking out the trash.

I’d do this, but kept thinking it would be easier if she did it herself whenever she noticed instead of always asking me. It triggered a lot of stuff in me, and I didn’t handle it well. I’d either fly off the handle and lash out, saying something I’d later regret, or I’d repress my emotions and go passive-aggressive, pretending everything was fine as my blood silently boiled.

On this occasion, though, I stopped and slowed down. I became curious about why this was so important to her, and we had a conversation that changed everything for me.

For my partner, I wasn’t just taking the trash out. I was meeting her need to feel safe and protected, and ultimately, loved. When she asked me to take out the trash, it wasn’t because she was being lazy. It was because, for one reason or another, this met those needs for her.

The problem was, she’d never shared that this was about more than taking out the trash, so I interpreted her words through the lens of my life experiences and childhood memories, and it annoyed the hell out of me. But when I learned about the core need I was meeting for her, I totally understood it. Now I love putting the trash out, and I never thought I’d ever say that.

When we continued to explore this I realized it went beyond the trash. I protect her and make her feel safe in many areas of our lives, which in turn makes her feel loved and cared for. Other things that met the same need for her were:

Securing the house before bed

Checking the car before long journeys

Standing on the outside of the path

Looking after our dog

It’s worth noting here that we must also be able to meet our own needs. This isn’t about solely depending on someone else to make us feel how we want to feel.

If we put the responsibility of meeting all our needs in someone else’s hands, we’ll never feel whole, strong, independent, or in control of our happiness and contentment. We’ll likely end up using unconscious strategies, like nagging or manipulation, to get our needs met, as my partner and I did. And we’ll also become increasingly needy and controlling.

The key is to create a balance between honoring own needs and communicating with our partner when there’s a need they can meet, if they’re willing and able.

We must also be aware that sometimes our needs might clash. For example, you and your partner might both have a need to feel safe and may look to each other to meet that need in the same exact way. In these situations it’s crucial that you become aware of this and discuss it together to find compromises that support you both.

The important thing is that you understand what’s driving each of you so can set the stage for open communication and loving compromise instead of getting caught up in the same petty arguments over and over again.

This can be harder than you may think. Oftentimes we don’t realize that our partner’s frustrating, demanding requests are actually badly communicated unmet needs, and we also don’t realize our own motivations.

How can we dig a little deeper to get to the root of the issues? Here’s a simple exercise I learned from Harville Hendrix to help you and your partner understand, communicate, and meet each other’s needs:

Step 1: Put aside some time and create a peaceful, intimate space for you and your partner.

Turn off your cell phones, put the kids to bed, if you have any, and take a moment to create a safe and relaxing space between you both.

Step 2: Get two pieces of paper so you can each write the answers to these three questions:

What do you need from your partner to help you feel loved and cared for that they currently do?

What do you need from your partner to help you feel loved and cared for that they’ve stopped doing?

What do you need from your partner to help you feel loved and cared for that they’ve never done before?

Once you have completed writing out your list, highlight the ones that are most important to you.

Step 3: Now swap your sheet with your partner.

Take a look at their list and get curious about them. Ask questions to better understand the needs behind each one.

For example, it may not seem particularly important to you to give each other a play-by-play of your day right after work. But this might meet your partner’s need to feel connected to you and express their emotions.

Once you peel back the layers, you’ll be better able to create compromises if need be. So if you require space right after work to decompress, you could suggest discussing each other’s day over dinner, instead, so you both get your needs met.

Step 4: Get clear on what you can and can’t do—and commit.

Note on each other’s lists which things you are prepared to do for each other and which you are not. Then share this with each other and commit to doing one thing on each other’s list every day for two weeks.

Step 5: Communicate throughout the process.

Whenever your partner does one of your requests thank them for it and tell them how you feel as a result. This is important because you will both become more committed to this exercise when you understand the impact you are making for each other.

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I’ve done this exercise with my partner, and it was a simple and moving experience. You will find that your partner’s needs are not always what you think they are, and the simple things that might seem inconsequential to you are the ones that mean the most to them.

About Mike Matthews

Mike is a writer, coach and founder at The Inspiring Men Project. He helps men and women to understand each other better and men to understand themselves so they can take their relationships and lives to the next level. Connect with Mike and get his eBook "How to Become a Man Women Love (and Men Respect)" at theinspiringmenproject.com

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